Chapter 13: Grand tour
Vaughn walked down the long dim hallway right behind Ka'jeal. The synthetic man was still a little weary about saying anything. He hadn't thought that the predators would get mad, hell he even re-phrased what he was going to say but seeing as how the ceremony had ended so abruptly, he figured he had said the wrong thing. He made a mental note not to open his mouth about "honor" again. "So uh..." he began, but Ka'jeal quickly spun and cut him off. "Ooman, you must learn the importance of honor, no representative to the games from the grand arbiter's clan with have a heathen tongue!" Vaughn was a little shocked and he took a few steps back. Then retaliated. "Honor?! Honor?! You wanna talk about honor? How about killing every man woman and child in a bloody massacre? How about attacking me with freaking invisibility? How is that for honor?! Is that your honor?" Ka'jeal was not as patient as the arbiter was. "Ooman you will watch your tongue!" One massive hand shot out and grabbed Vaughn by the shirt and slammed him up against the wall. "You have already been told of the bad bloods! They were the ones who did that! Not us! We are the divine sword of the council! Destined to smite those who defy our laws, and those of our gods!" Ka'jeal slowly let go of Vaughn and then started walking down the hall again without a word. "Bad bloods..." Vaughn said to himself as he followed grudgingly.
Ka'jeal took a turn into an open circular room. The room held a fountain in the middle; something similar to water flowed from its head. There were hallways connecting all around. Each had a plaque above it, possibly declaring the destination it would take you too, but it wasn't in English. Ka'jeal spoke to Vaughn as he pointed out some of the hallways. "This was is the bridge, that's were we came from, over there is the training area, if you go here you will find the infirmary, and down there is were your room will be." Vaughn was still a little angry about before, but the thought of his situation made him lighten up a bit, he was getting a tour from an alien, and he had a room in a place he had never seen before. He shook his head and laughed a little bit. "What is funny ooman?" "Uh, nothing, nothing. So what are the other halls?" "You will not be in need of those facilities" Vaughn felt a tinge of suspiciousness. "Why not?" Ka'jeal looked at Vaughn with a sigh and said: "fine, this one is the shop, there is the bar, and that one is more crew quarters." Vaughn thought about it for a second. "A bar and a shop sound important to me; why wont I need them?" Ka'jeal gave off the impression that he was explaining something Vaughn should already know. "Because ooman, the shop will sell nothing to you, not that you have the credits, and the bar will not let you in." Vaughn gave up in his attempt to mess with Ka'jeal and simply replied "damn racists" Ka'jeal shook his head and headed off in the direction of Vaughn's quarters. They arrived after some walking and with a few button presses to a panel, the door slid up. The room was medium sized, a little bigger than the one he had woke up here on. One dim light was attached to the ceiling. There was what looked like some sort of dresser; a wall mounted computer with a chair, a couple of the funny little cylinder containers from before, and a large hammock in the corner. "Ah the lap of luxury" Vaughn said sarcastically as he strutted into the room.
"Ooman, there is something that I was meaning to ask you..." Vaughn sat down on the hammock and replied "shoot" Ka'jeal looked confused "shoot? Shoot what?" Vaughn just said: "forget it, just ask" Ka'jeal nodded. "Ooman, you killed two bad bloods, granted they were only low ranking ones, but doing such a thing is almost unheard of among the oomans. How did you accomplish this?" Vaughn looked down at the two masks still in his hands, and held up the one with the bullet holes. "Well it doesn't take a genius to figure this one out" he said as he tossed it onto the near by dresser. "This one the other hand is a little harder to explain."