Chapter 18
Smack Down
(Scar's POV)
That Pauk-head… I can't believe he actually tried to mate Kanani WHILE WE WERE STILL INSIDE THE BASE. I doubt R'ka will pair them up again anytime soon.
I know my brother is accident prone… but that was just blatant stupidity. I know I am younger then he… but seeing him now is bringing memories of how I used to worry about him.
I am remembering why he is called "Kha'bj-te."
Completely reckless maniac.
I'm pulled away from my disgust as I hear Lex's harsh breathing.
Her arm… I growl low in my throat at the memory. That pauk-de ooman… instead of facing her honorably, he snuck up behind her, from a distance, and shot her.
It makes me sick.
I needn't tell you what happened to the security guard. But I will anyway.
Lex had fallen to the ground, and as soon as I realized what had happened, I leapt at him and tore the dishonorable ooman limb from limb. There was nowhere he could hide.
I do not think Lex saw what I did. She was very groggy from the pain, though she seemed to gain a clearer head when I finished tending to her wound.
My Lex…
I wish it had been me. I know I would have been the better choice. She's so small, though she is strong, and she is ooman. She does not heal as fast as I do.
Pauk, I wish it had been me. I wish I could have spared her the pain.
But as it is, she bore it like a warrior. Like a true huntress.
And I feel more then ever that… that I can't ever feel the same way about anyone else, not like the way I feel about her.
She is my reason to live. My goddess. And may Cetanu grant me a painful and slow death if I am anything but reverent to her.
This is my line of thought as we ride the elevator to the surface. I can't wait to get her to the ship, so I can clean her wound before it gets infected. However…
That is not to be.
At least, not anytime soon.
We're not cloaked, so the oomans see us right away. They have three flying vehicles, which whirr through the air, flashing spot lights onto us. R'ka's ship is surrounded. And… the oomans are poking around it, trying to find a way to uncloak it, I would guess.
R'ka roars in pure rage! "PAUK! MY SHIP!" Right before completely losing it. He races forward and Kha'bj-te follows his lead. I growl low in my throat as I snarl to Lex.
"Stay here."
I know what we must do. The bombs are going to go off in less time then we can afford. We have to kill these oomans and get out of here. Because I recognized the type of explosives R'ka took out of his pouch, never mind that he "modified them".
Those things are meant to level whole forests, whole islands.
I have no idea why he chose to set off THREE of them.
Oh pauk it all. This is ridiculous.
One of my first thoughts is to simply carry Lex away. But I would never make it. Our best shot is to get the ship and get the pauk out of here.
All of this runs through my head in an instant as blood fills my senses again.
Yes, the oomans are trying to fight back… but I'm not in the mood to take it easy on them.
Disemboweling one with the extended blades on my arm, I fire up my cannon and blow the head off another, dodging the gun fire and ignoring the pain when I am hit.
Repeat and add… fire?
There's suddenly a stream of fire that lights up the dry grass around me. I duck to the ground, hissing as I look up, thinking it's Kanani.
Pauk….
I have seen it all.
There is a Hard Meat… WITH WINGS. It's much smaller then most drones. But it's breathing fire AND IT'S PAUK-DE FLYING.
….why isn't it attacking the oomans as well?
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(Rosy POV)
Oh my gods. This is not good. Not good at all.
Lex winces as she tries to run forward with the others and I growl as I pull her back.
"NO. If you don't stay here, I SWEAR I'll sit on you!"
"I hate you."
"Love you too. Stay. Be good."
"HA!" she scoffs. I groan and then remember I have one of the guard's guns in my hands. I kneel down swiftly on the ground and gingerly set up a sort of sniper position, picking off the guys who are hanging back from where Scar, Psycho and Spiky are tearing it up. Tearing THEM up!
Uh-huh. These guys are LAME. Didn't they come PREPARED for Spiky and his and his friends?
The helicopter dudes start taking potshots at Big Tall and Spiky and I scowl.
Bastards. I aim my gun at them, feeling a little helpless as I try to shoot down the stupid helicopter.
Oh. Kanani's got it covered. She's not using her fire. I wonder why… but her ice is doing a pretty damn good job as she tries freezing their engine, swooping from underneath, she claws at the cockpit, using her tail to knock out their gattling gunner when he attempts to fire at her…
Wait…
WHAT THE FUCK.
I hear Lex say my thoughts out loud as the guys in one of the helicopters release this… this creature into the air.
It looks like one of the bug-things, flies like a dragon and breathes fire… damn.
OH SHIT IT'S HEADING FOR KANANI. She doesn't even see it as it tries to attack her, spewing fire at her.
HELL TO THA NO!
I lose my mind and stand to my feet, charging, I shoot at the mutherfuckah for all I'm worth. My bullets are mostly sporadic. Damn it.
However, ONE lucky bullet hits it in the head. Didn't do any good… just pissed it off.
It dives straight down at me.
Oh gawd now what?
I hardly breath as I grab my spear from behind my back and hold it out.
Next thing I know, I'm on the ground with this motherfucker crushing me. I feel like I just got nailed by a bus…
Oh gawd.
I killed it.
I… I killed it.
Or… it killed itself. Impaled itself on the spear.
Something.
HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T KILL IT! I DIDN'T KILL IT!
SHIIIIIIIIIT!
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(Kanani POV)
No, hell no, you bitches, you're NOT going to cheat by taking random shots at my Psycho from those FUCKING helicopters.
I shoot into the air, climbing the wind and scowling in anger. I can't use my fire for some reason. I've never had this happen before. So, I use everything else. I spew venom through the windows, smiling as they scream, their skin on fire, and then attack their fucking helicopter.
Take THAT human fuckers….
I'm totally unprepared when I'm attacked from behind by a -
CRAP!
There's ANOTHER hybrid loose.
Hell! This is damn unexpected and not to mention it SUCKS. I whirl around, my wings beating heavily. This fucker is FASTER. And he's breathing fucking fire.
DAMNIT!
I snarl as I feel the flames wash over me. It doesn't hurt me much, cause I'm pretty fire proof. Doesn't improve my temper though.
"FUCKER! TAKE THAT!" I smack the bastard with my tail before getting smacked myself. At this moment, a bullet zings off it's head and it hisses, changing targets.
MOM!
I dive. Straight, straight down, as it impales itself on her spear. But it's not dead yet. It's poised to fry her with it's fire when I grab it by the spear end that's jutting out it's back and fling it off, snarling. "Back off bitch!"
I then pounce. Tearing the motherfucker up… or trying to. Hell, it's HEALING with the spear INSIDE.
"HEY! WOLVERINE RIP-OFF!" I shriek as I punch it, spewing ice and venom, hitting it as hard I can OHCRAP my hand hurts, stupid fucking, motherfucking…
It's head gets blasted by a blue energy beam and I scream at Psycho.
"DAMN IT STOP STALKING ME YOU FUCKING PERVERT!"
Wow. That made no sense at all. WHAT. THE. FUCK. Iswrongwithme?
Fury builds as I leap into the air again. That's fucking it.
Claws and teeth stained and dripping red, my throat sore from roaring, blood in my scent, heat in my belly.
Time to burn them to the ground.
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(R'ka POV)
I swear to Paya, these pauk head oomans will pay for touching my ship! If they put ONE scratch on it…
My fist collides with another ooman face, shattering the bone beneath the fragile skin, then, I open my fist and rip out the ooman's throat in a splash of warm blood. For in the gleam of the sparse morning light, I can see it…
A pauk-de dent on the side of my ship. A low and ominous growl rumbles from my chest as I feel my rage building even higher.
They will NOT get away with this! Stupid c'jit faces!
I whirl around, grabbing one by the jaw; I crush it in my bare hand; targeting another ooman with my cannon as I revel in the satisfying hot spray of their blood. Kha'bj-te is berserk, whether with hormones or true battle rage, I cannot tell. Most likely hormones.
Pauk-head.
He's ripped a limb off one ooman and is currently beating another into the ground with it, turning around and hurling it like a spear as yet another ooman tries to shoot at him from a distance.
I growl as the ground vibrates beneath another spray of ooman ammunition, as the attack from the air continues.
Those pauk-de oomans and their flying machines! I set my sights on the rotating blades of one of the vehicles.
Just as I'm about to fire it explodes. Very suddenly and violently.
The screams of the dead and dying are momentarily silenced by my one thought:
What the pauk?
That's when I notice more of these pauk-de oomans, coming out of nowhere. Six male oomans, all of them heavily armed, worthy prey, they seem. And… they immediately fire on the other oomans, which were defending the lab. But before I can bark a warning to Setg'in, a sound behind me causes me to whirl around, and I see one of the lab oomans taking aim at me. I'm about to slam my wrist blades right down his vulnerable throat when his head explodes like a nauta fruit that's been hit by a plasma caster.
Off to my right one of the newer, meaner looking oomans speaks triumphantly.
"Ha! Pathetic little rent-a-cops ain't about shit against a REAL soldier!" He exclaims almost happily.
Then he sees me looking at him and he flashed me a sign with his right hand. His fist is closed except that his thumb is sticking straight into the air, while the ooman grins.
The pauk?
"Just hang loose Big Man, we're on your side in this one!" He says proudly before going after more of the oomans from the lab.
I don't have time to figure this out, but I can't help wondering…. WHY THE PAUK ARE THESE PATHETIC OOMANS HELPING US?
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(Lex's POV)
This is… weird to say the least. Fucking crazy is more accurate.
A second group of humans has just arrived. And they're helping Scar, Scar's bros, and Kanani.
DAMNIT, it's killing me that I can't do shit to help. My arm's throbbing like mad, and it's making me dizzy.
I set my teeth, glaring as I refuse to allow myself to faint. Hell, it's quite the temptation, but I'm not falling for it.
Nope. Not one bit.
Kanani's going berserk, as she sets fire to anything within a 15 foot radius, and the others aren't much different, stabbing, shooting, and making bloody guts fly everywhere, as limbs crack.
Psycho is well named. As one man tries to shoot him, he moves like greased lightning. The bullet hits home, but it doesn't stop him from grabbing the guy by the throat and…
tearing his spine out of his body.
…
Hold on guys, I need a moment. *hurls* Ok I think I'm good.
My eyes turn from the bright red blood that's dripping down Psycho's arms and quickly finds Scar, who's just bashed one man into another. Holy shit. I never… I mean, I've seen him beat the acid things, but THIS? This is NUTS!
The other group of homo sapiens that arrived is not LESS violent… just a lot less hands-on you might say. They've got some very nice, impressive ways of meting out death with guns and other interesting devices I know nothing about.
I don't get it. Just WHERE the hell did these guys come from? And why are they helping us? I thought this was a government lab?
"DAH! DAMNITTAHELL!" Rosy shrieks very suddenly.
I turn and my eyes widen. Shit…
Rosy's clutching her right thigh, screaming with pain, her eyes going blank with shock as blood spurts from the wound there. A stray bullet… it must have been-
Ohhhh SHIT. That's a LOT of blood…
"ROSY!" I screamed as my thoughts rushed through my head like a stray hurricane breeze.
I lurched towards her, trying with my good hand to staunch the steady flow of blood that's pouring out. All at once though, I'm shoved to the side like I'm not even there.
A small, pale and wiry soldier has slid in beside me, knocking me out of his way as he sets down this small medical kit. He's one of the new guys that showed up.
And he gives me this wither glare as he growls, "Try to stop me from treating her and I blow a hole in your OTHER arm." indicating the arm that HASN'T been shot.
I want to kick this bastard's ass, but he's got a medical kit. So, I snatch up Rosy's gun instead, growling, "I'm watching you."
He snorts as he tears apart the remaining cloth of her pants leg, exposing the wound before quickly peeling back the netting. I guess he knows the stuff can't be cut apart. At least, not with anything HE owns.
"You don't scare me ma'am," the soldier grumbled as he glances up at me and grimaces at my arm, his pale blue eyes going even more sullen and harder than before… if that was even possible. "And by the way, Ma'am, you're next."
Crap.
Rosy throws back her head and screams as he injects a needle full of… something, into her thigh.
"The hell are you doing?" I yell.
"You can thank me later!" He snaps, quickly wrapping her wound with a long, thick piece of gauze, "I can't take the bullet out here, not without doing further damage. As soon as we get aboard the ship-"
"JUST a fucking minute! You're not going aboard the ship!"
"The hell we're not! With all due respect, me and the boys are saving your sorry asses. Now sit down and shut up!"
I think I've seriously underestimated this little bastard. Cause next thing I know, he's got my arm, examining it and scowling ferociously. "Who the hell bandaged this? A gorilla?"
Said Gorilla doesn't like me being manhandled by this pushy medic. Scar roars, making the medic jerk back, looking over my shoulder, I see the whites of his eyes.
"Shit. Someone has issues."
"Tell me about it. Now let my arm go before he decides to tear both of yours off."
Sparky decides to heed my wise advice. He jerks away, just as Scar comes pounding towards us like an angry locomotive.
This is not going to end well.
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(Kanani POV)
It takes awhile before I actually start thinking straight. Mostly when the last helicopter goes down. Without a big bang. The 6 new guys, some bad-ass marines by the insignias on their clothes, managed to help take down about 13 of the first group.
I'm wondering, frankly, what the fuck they're doing. WHY are they helping us?
Oh, yeah, I finally got my fire back. I'm guessing that I must have… well, run out of gas, figuratively speaking. It took a while for me to "refuel" as it were.
Back to the subject at hand.
"DAMN! Guys, they weren't kidding about this chick, she is UGLY!"
I cut my eyes to the scrawny punk who spoke. It might be true… but I'm not having ANY of that right now. However, before I can ram the razor sharp claws of my foot up his ass, some other dude bellows at him. "MITCH! Put a cork in it, and secure the prisoners! Blake, give him a hand!"
"Right chief!" "Mitch" races to the helicopter, from which the "prisoners" are struggling to escape right now. The biggest guy of them all runs forward as well, grabbing three of the agents by the scruff of their necks, while Mitch grabs the fourth, clobbers him with his own gun and then pins him face down in the sand.
"Prisoners secured sir!"
At this moment, I hear a really, REALLY loud roar. It came from Scar. And he's eyeballing the sixth member of this marine team. The guy has flaming red hair. Even though it's all buzzed off, you can tell he's redhead all the way. And he's got Aunt Lex's injured arm in his hand.
Uh-oh. I think he's possibly a medic. But hell, Scar just thinks the new guy is after his woman.
I react quickly, as Scar takes off, colliding into him. DAMN, feels like colliding with ROCK.
Still, I knock him off-course, and he snarls as he turns on me. Gulp.
"GET A GRIP, MAN!" I yell as loud as I can to get his attention. "THE MAN YOU"RE ABOUT TO EVISCERATE IS A FUCKING MEDIC!"
Is it a federal offense to kill a medic?
At this moment, I don't really care, but the leader-dude yells at Spiky, "Control your boys, would you!"
Damn… he just said the wrong thing...
Wow... this took FOREVER. BTW guys, the second group of OOmans, I mean HUMAN MARINES was Khalthar's plot bunny demon which he lent to me. The characters are mine, but they are edited and approved of by Khalthar. So..
A big THANK YOU SO MUCH to Khalthar, for encouraging, talking through, proofreading, double-checking and TRIPLE checking the chapter and plot ideas! Dude, you're awesome. But you already know that, don't you? :D
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