Chapter 8: Mission Meltrok

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Gantu awoke the next morning with a sense of dread about him. He knew today was going to be the day of his first official assignment with his new partner. After breakfast he would have his crew set the hyperdrive coordinates for the miserable crime-ridden and polluted planet. Meltrok. Oh, how he loathed that planet with a passion. If it wasn't the criminals that were situated there, it was the lack of air and the sweltering heat. He had been there before on a previous mission, one which had actually been a success. But the planet's atmosphere was a lot less than to be desired. The pollution was disgusting. All the scum who lived and breathed there had no reason for releasing so many noxious gases into the atmosphere, but they did it none the less. Those were the kinds of people who lived there. He had found that Earth's population were rather similar with the way they treated their 'Global Warming' crisis. They just didn't care. But the Humans themselves were tolerable enough. That was something which could not be said for the various alien species who congregated on Meltrok.

Seven o'clock in the morning, according to planet Turo time. That was the time he had always set his alarm. He would have set his alarm to whatever time it was in this particular quadrant, but unfortunately, it was difficult to tell whilst in the endless vacuum of space. Therefore it was easier to go with the time he knew. The alarm broke the peaceful and tranquil silence in the room, very unwelcomingly. Gantu lay under the covers, spaced out at the centre of his large double bed. He grunted at the sound of his alarm and a bulky grey arm proceeded to come out of the comfortable white sheeted covers and bash the alarm clock at the side of the bed harshly. It was lucky that this alarm clock was Shaelek proof and could take a good pounding, or else it would have broken on him. As all his alarm clocks did on Earth. He had lost count of how many he had replaced during his time there. Instead of getting up straight away, Gantu merely grumbled and turned over onto his side. He was awake, but he felt very reluctant to get up. Everything was perfect when he was alone and in bed. Nothing could harm him, resist him, disobey him or, more importantly, try to kill him. But, like many Officers in his position, he knew he would have to face the music at some point. And Chief Zettar was no doubt waiting for him to arrive on deck. He was not looking forward to today.

He peeled the sheet off of his warm body and sat up in his comfortable bed. Rubbing his eyes and letting a very long yawn escape his lips, he knew he felt like crap. Well, anyone with logic rarely woke up feeling great and alive. That was just something the movies liked to portray. Gantu's bare chest suddenly felt a cold rush of air brush against it harshly. He had forgotten that the air conditioning generator automatically turned itself on at this time. Before he could catch a chill, he hauled himself up and proceeded to head towards the other room where his shower was situated. He would have his morning shower, and then prepare himself for active duty, before heading to the Galley to get breakfast. This was just the typical morning routine for the Captain of the Galactic Alliance.

After showering, getting changed and making sure he was fit for duty, Gantu exited his cabin slowly. He never tended to rush out of his quarters unless there was an emergency or if he was running late for something. And what was the point in rushing this morning? He always set his alarm for an earlier time so he would be up before the rest of the crew. He had to set an example for his other Officers, especially since he was the Captain.

All it took was a couple of paces down some corridors, an elevator ride in order to go two floors down, and a swift turn right for his journey to the Galley. He knew it wouldn't be busy yet. No one else tended to enter the Galley for breakfast until about half an hour before everyone went on active duty. And since that was over an hour away, Gantu was relieved that he could have the first helpings of whatever food the chefs had prepared for him.

Entering the Galley through the automatic doors, he stopped to yawn again. His eyes were drawn and the way he walked was lifeless, almost zombie-like. Sure he was wide awake physically, but mentally he was still half asleep. Gantu made his way over towards the food counter and picked up a tray and a plate before making his way to be served. There was no line. There never was at this time in a morning. But there were voices. The usual voices he had grown accustomed to over the past five years. Yes, it was the same typical morning routine on board the BRB 11,000.

"Listen pal, when I said 'make my toast well done', I didn't mean burn it to a black crisp!"

Gantu didn't even bother to look down on the counter and notice his little friend Reuben having an argument with one of the chefs over the serving hatch. He merely pointed down at a plate of Haglonian eggs with bacon and signified to another chef, of the same species, to give it him. The other chef did as instructed before preparing a drink for his commanding Officer. Reuben didn't acknowledge Gantu's presence at all; neither did Gantu with him. This was a regular thing that happened in a morning while getting breakfast. Reuben got up even earlier than Gantu with the full blown intent to pick a fight with a particular alien chef in the Galley. The same chef who had a reputation of burning things.

"Well ya don't 'ave to be rude about it!" The chef came back with a very silly retort as Gantu picked up his drink of juice and left the counter to go and sit down and eat his breakfast. Reuben remained determined not to lose this argument and stood rather aggressively on the counter, poking the one eyed pink alien chef annoyingly.

"I'll stop being rude, when you stop turning my precious bread the colour of a newly formed Black Hole!" He bellowed back.

The chef and the persistent Galley Officer continued to war if out as Gantu sat down. He blanked both of their voices and merely gazed down at his food, displeasure evident on his tired features. The food was similar to what Reuben was complaining about. Burnt and very unappetising. He hardly noticed it while at the food counter. But now he was sat down at the table overlooking the food contents, he was not very happy with the result. Pushing the food contents away, Gantu merely took a sip of his drink (the only thing that could not be burnt) and gazed about the room slowly. No one else but Reuben and the two pink Herigun alien chefs were present. Well, that was what he had observed, until his eyes followed up to the window. His lifeless eyelids suddenly widened as he noticed yet another Officer present in the corner of the Galley. It was none other but Chief Zellah Zettar herself. Leaning up against the frame of the window overlooking the pitch black nothingness of space. She held a mug in her hands and sipped from it occasionally. Her gaze wondered off out of the window and she looked surprisingly distant. Gantu decided to stand up and approach her. He hadn't made one word of conversation with her since she boarded their ship the day before. He sought this as an opportunity to try and start now.

Zellah's eyes did not shift from the window. She hadn't noticed the Captain make his way in her direction. He stood before her rather awkwardly as she continued to look away, unaware of his presence. He took that opportunity to get her attention by clearing his throat rather loudly. That would surely get her attention. And it did!

The female Shaelek almost jumped in surprise as her head shifted to the direction of Gantu not but a split second after he had cleared his throat. She almost looked rather… defensive. Gantu was taken aback and instantly regretted trying to get her attention. He certainly hadn't expected her to tense up the way she had.

"Captain Gantu," she jumped slightly, her voice sounding rather alarmed. "I didn't see you standing there."

"Oh," Gantu shifted awkwardly "I am sorry." He felt his eyes fall down in the direction of her hips. He was rendered rather speechless. Oh Blitznak! What should he say? He hadn't exactly planned the conversation. Big mistake. "D-did you have a good night's sleep?" Yes! Perfect response! That should do it.

"Not really," was her only answer. Gantu was rather aghast from her reply. He hadn't expected that. Actually he had expected a nice response such as a "Yes, thank you for asking sir." Or something along those lines. He certainly did not expect an answer to his question in the form of a "not really."

Gantu knew he would not be satisfied with this as a final response. He needed to know why she said this or else it would play on his mind all day. "May I ask why you did not?"

"The air pressure was terrible and I come from a different time zone," she simply stated, trying not to complain. "It will take some getting used to, but I'm sure my chest and my sleeping pattern will adjust to it."

She took another sip of her cup and then pressed her free hand to her chest area and caressed it through her uniform. Gantu's eyes followed her hand as it trailed from her neck to above her breast area. It took all of his will power not to stare below where her hand was situated. Mentally, he screamed at himself to look away, but his eyes would not budge. He hadn't realised how much he had missed getting close to the females of his species until now. And boy did he feel like a simpleton for it. Luckily though, she hadn't noticed. Instead she gazed over in the opposite direction nearby the serving hatch where Reuben was still arguing with the chef. Her vibrant purple eyes lit up as she watched the little yellow experiment start to turn rather violent towards the chef, much to his own dismemberment. Gantu however was still staring in her general direction, a rather longing gaze fixed in his dull blue eyes.

"I'll show you who's a lazy cook, you sandwich making bastard!" A voice broke out from the other end of the room, soon followed by a smash. Zellah watched in amusement as Reuben was now having plates thrown in his general direction by a very enraged chef. The tiny experiment ducked for cover and jumped off of the serving hatch as fast as possible, as bits of sharp china bounced off of the hatch and onto floor. This was a point at which Gantu should have intervened. But since his mind was more agreeably engaged, he was not paying any attention to the situation going on at the other end of the room.

Reuben held his body against the wall underneath the serving hatch and breathed in deeply. He was highly alert and rather mortified at having plates thrown at him. But that was what he got for pestering one of the chefs constantly. "HEY! You can't do that! I am the Galley Officer!"

Zellah chuckled as the small pink one-eyed alien chef climbed over the table and confronted the Galley Officer, his three hands each holding a stack of plates. Reuben let out a yelp and immediately ran out of the room and into the kitchen. The fuming chef soon followed, and the occasional sound of smashing and shrieking could be heard from within the other room.

"They've been arguing like that for over half an hour," Zellah commented, not bothering to look at Gantu as she said this. "I must say, your Galley Officer is a very determined little thing, Captain."

Gantu finally snapped out of his little daydream and focussed back onto reality. He had briefly caught what his new Chief of security had said and nodded in agreement as he tore his gaze off of her chest area at just the right time. She now turned to look at him once again. Her gaze rather bright and captivating.

"Yes," Gantu adjusted himself and stood proudly, ignoring the smashing sounds from the kitchen. "Officer Reuben and our chefs have never seen eye to eye. Unfortunately, that particular chef burns things far too often."

Her brow shifted in confusion "then why don't you fire him and hire a new chef?"

Gantu sighed and shrugged his shoulders in response. "I have already tried that, but the Grand Councilwoman insists we keep him. I'm thinking it's more for financial reasons than anything else."

"I see," she gazed down back at her cup and swirled its remaining contents rather awkwardly. Gantu merely shifted his feet and his lips clenched together in a rather uncomfortable manner. He hated it when situations suddenly went awkward. Especially when he talked to new Officers who he barely knew anything about. Luckily, she spoke again, this time taking the conversation to a completely different topic. Something which concerned them both. "So, when are we heading to Meltrok? It's a good ten thousand light years away from the Creblock system as I have gathered."

"We will be engaging the hyper drive after breakfast." He explained "we will need time to allow the system to charge. Since our ship is large and will require a lot of power to be used, in order for any excessive space travel to take place."

"And how long do you estimate that will take?" She questioned curiously. He took a moment to calculate the distance and how long it took to travel that distance in hyper space.

"A few hours at most," Gantu placed his hand behind his back and calmly gazed out of the window "we should complete our mission on Meltrok by the end of the day."

"Very good sir," the Chief followed his example and gazed out of the window also. Gantu couldn't help but feel his head slip in her direction from time to time. Her gaze was unmoved and she never looked at him once. Yet he could not stop staring at her. What in the Horse Head Nebula was wrong with him? Perhaps it was just a small phase he was going through. He certainly hoped so at least. This was the last thing he needed at this point in his career. Right now he needed to be fixed on catching the bad guys. Professional and assertive! That was what he needed to be. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Alright men, I have called you all on deck so I can discuss this very important mission with you all."

After breakfast was out of the way, every crew member on board the BRB 11,000 had been under strict orders to report to the Captain on the main bridge of the ship. It was not usually necessary for a briefing before a mission, well, not with most crew members at least. But this was no ordinary mission. It would be the first of many; tracking down gang members of a criminal organization and arresting them. And with a new Chief of security brought along for the trip, Gantu had sought this as an excuse to get into her good books. If he could show her how well he commanded his crew on his ship, then perhaps she would not be as persistent to take charge and have her own way, as she was rather accustomed to on Shaelekar. That was what he had hoped for at least.

Gantu was positioned in front of his high commanding chair, both Officer's Hermi and Armilia sat facing his behind, while everyone else was facing him directly, from the other end of the ship; all in a close huddle. Reuben and one of the security watchmen, the one who had been there during the escape of his cousin years before, were at the very front of the crowd of Officers, since they were the smallest. The others behind consisted of the other technical Officers, several of the ship's engineers and technical supervisors, the Galley crew and finally the security crew. Chief Zettar herself was stood, arms crossed, at the right hand side of the other Officers. And, like Gantu, she towered over them all. Gantu stood upright with a hand placed on his chair as his addressed his staff. He knew that what he was going to say would only apply to the security crew, but it was better to keep all of his crew informed about their new assignment, right?

"As you are well aware, we are charging up the hyper drive system and setting the coordinates for the planet Meltrok," Gantu then turned and signalled Officer Armilia to turn on the monitor screen above the two front technical Officers. The screen illuminated with a brief image of the Meltrok main city before it cut to a video of several of the security crew taking down a yellow and purple alien, around their height, and arresting him. "Several years ago we travelled there to arrest Mr. Kilofrah here, after he had escaped his home planet's custody and took several hostages. This time, ladies and gentlemen, our reason for being there is a lot more serious. We are unsure as to how many criminals in league with this gang are down there, but we know one thing." The video feed then cut off, only to be replaced by a picture of an all-too-familiar face. "Zellious Glornack is down there. It is our ultimate goal to re-arrest him and take him to Turo for questioning. Officer Reuben will accompany us to speak with the natives, since he is fluent in the Meltrokian language."

There was a slight murmur in the crowd of Officers, Gantu gazed down and watched as many unsure faces turned towards one another in confusion. Judging by what they were saying, they didn't sound too optimistic about his decision. It was probably a result of the fiasco they had with Zellious Glornack before. It must have put a damper on the rest of the crew as well as Gantu himself. Gantu knew he would have to reassure them that they would succeed this time around. But before he could do such a thing, he was somehow pushed aside by another figure as she stepped forward to address the other Officers. The Captain certainly was surprised when Zellah stepped forward and stood beside him, now gaining the attentions of the other crew members.

"Of course Glornack's capture will have to be swift. He is no kind of criminal who is easy to catch." The Chief spoke out, gently shoving Gantu aside in order to take his place. A few individuals about the room looked in confusion at the Chief of security. Gantu in particular was surprised she knew so much about Zellious Glornack. Unless...

"And how would you know so much about him?" Reuben questioned. He was one of the few in the room who had the guts to question what she was saying. Obviously, he wasn't intimidated by her at all.

The Chief's eyes locked onto him for a second as her mouth formed into a small smile. She turned her head briefly towards the monitor before turning back again to address him. "I have encountered him before," she explained, she then shifted her feet and placed her hands behind her back as she continued to speak. "He was under arrest several years back, for being in the possession of countless illegal drugs he was dealing on Shaelekar. We got the drop on him and my security crew and I were under strict orders to take him down. Speaking from experience, he was a tough cookie to get. But like most cookies, it felt sweet when we caught him. Unfortunately though," she crossed her eyes and turned back to the monitor, a scowl appearing on her features "we were unable to find enough evidence when it came to his trial. We were forced to let him go. But now we have a proper reason to arrest and imprison him. There is no way he can escape justice, this time."

"And we will be with you every step of the way, Chief Zettar," one of the lizard-like alien security crew members stepped forward, his weapon clenched tightly in his hands.

Gantu took this opportunity to step forward and address his crew once again. He had stood aside and watched as the newly commissioned Chief acted as if she were their leader, but Gantu knew that this would not do. He was the Captain, not her. She would have to be reminded of who was boss. He wasn't going to be as easy going as Commander Turak was on Shaelekar. And Zellah Zettar would have to get used to that.

"That will not be necessary this time," Gantu gazed down in the direction of his security staff. "I will not require the presence of the security crew until the criminals are located."

The security crew and their new Chief stood back as their eyes widened in surprise. Obviously this was new to them. With every mission, the Chief of security would lead the rest of the crew through whatever place they were about to make arrests, before locating the criminals and arresting them. This was a standard procedure Gantu himself had put into force, and now he was going against it? What was he exactly up to?

"Sir?" The same security Officer questioned, taking off his visor to show his very confused, yet concerned, face.

Gantu remained firm and placed his hands behind his back as he spoke again. He turned in the direction of Chief Zettar and addressed her, before he addressed everyone else. "We need to keep a low profile. Chief Zettar and Officer Reuben will be the only ones who will accompany me in the city. We will make enquiries from that point." He then leant against his chair with a bulky arm and leant down towards his security crew whilst continuing to explain his actions. "It will look too conspicuous if several armed security guards accompany us through a crime ridden city. The last thing we need right now is for a criminal to figure it out and escape before we can get to them."

"Why can't we just do a DNA system scan of the area and locate them that way?" Another Officer queried. Gantu arose once again and frowned a little.

"We cannot," his head shook slowly in response. "We have no idea who is down there. Let alone, who is actually a part of this whole criminal gang scandal. There are thousands of criminals down there who are worth arresting. But unfortunately, we have our mission to arrest only those who are guilty of the crimes of Intergalactic treason. That is why I think it is best that the security crew stay on board the police cruiser until we are certain we have the right men. Chief Zettar and Officer Reuben will accompany me for the questioning of the locals. If anyone knows of any suspicious activity going on down there, they sure will."

Everyone nodded at this. They knew their Captain had a point. If they wanted this mission to be a success, they would have to lay it low and make sure that no one would suspect their presence on the planet to be arresting certain criminals. The security crew would still be accompanying them, just not into the city itself. But some still wondered why the Chief of security would be accompanying the Captain and the Galley Officer to make enquiries. Reuben had his reason, being the only one who could speak their language. But what would the Chief have to offer? Perhaps this was a test to see what she could do. After all, she was a new crew member. Yes, perhaps that was it.

"Very well sir," many Officers spoke, some at once, and some, one after the other.

"You are all dismissed for now," Gantu told them, then turning in the direction of the two technical Officers at the front of the bridge. "Officer Armilia, Officer Hermi, set a course for Meltrok. I trust the hyper drive system is fully charged?"

"Yes sir," Officer Armilia responded, double checking the ship's computer to back up her claims. Gantu nodded and watched as everyone but his new Chief left the bridge to attend to their duties once again. Gantu arose from his leaning position and went to sit in his chair. He was feeling very confident. So much so, that a small smile found its way onto his features. His eyes soon found themselves gazing in the direction of Zellah again, this time he was beaming in pride. He had certainly shown her who was in charge. He watched as she folded her arms and did not even gaze in his general direction. She decided to go over to the corner of the bridge, out of the way of the other Officers. Gantu watched as she flipped out her Shaelekean blaster from her belt and began fiddling about with it. She was still wearing her police uniform from her home planet. She had been told that she could keep that as her existing uniform throughout her time with the Galactic Alliance, since her time with them was expected to be short and sweet and she would have no reason to wear a new uniform for such a short time. Also, she was not a full working member of the Galactic Alliance. Technically, she still worked for the police force on Shaelekar, therefore a change in uniform was certainly not necessary.

"Hyper drive activated," the computer's voice cracked through the speakers "coordinates locked. Destination: Planet Meltrok."

"I recommend you sit down Chief Zettar," Gantu called out to his female Chief. Her eyes merely looked up and followed where the voice that had just addressed her was coming from. Her eyes squinted slightly when she found herself looking directly at her new commanding Officer. He sat, turned to face her with his arm hanging over his chair and did not move a muscle. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and sat down on a nearby unoccupied seat. After she did this, Gantu turned back around and leant over his two technical crew and used a hand to grab the hyper drive lever and finally pushed down on it. And within a split second, they were soon travelling through hyperspace.

After several hours of travelling through hyperspace, the BRB 11,000 had finally made it to its destination. Located just outside the planet's atmosphere, Captain Gantu had ordered the ship remain stationary whilst he, Reuben, Chief Zettar and the security crew took a smaller red police cruiser to carry out their mission on the planet itself. The remaining crew members would keep in contact with the Captain through their receivers on board the BRB 11,000. They could no longer do anything until the cruiser had returned. It was now all up to the Captain and those who had accompanied him, in order for the mission to succeed.

They had chosen a very isolated area to land the smaller police cruiser, it was located nearby the city, but not too close to draw attention to itself. Gantu had instructed all of his security Officers (besides Chief Zettar) to keep in close contact and remain onboard the ship until instructed to leave. And of course, they did as they were told. Zellah however, was a particularly sly character who was not particularly fond of following the orders of her new commanding Officer. This was something which had become evident to Captain Gantu over the past day or so of her being in his service.

"No weapons."

Chief Zellah Zettar's face shot up in objection as she fiddled about with her blaster to put in a new plasma cartridge. Her eyes widened, on high alert and a very low scowl appeared on her features. Gantu was now directly across from her in the small weapons unit inside the police cruiser. And he had just instructed her to do something which she had a high objection against.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Gantu crossed his arms firmly and pointed down at her red and black Shaelekean designed blaster. He remained assertive, much to her dismay. "We must be seen to be above any suspicion. Therefore, I do not wish you to have a weapon on this mission."

Gantu's blue eyes watched as the female Shaelek's facial expressions rapidly changed as she tried to figure out a way to react to this. She did not look happy at all. Actually, she looked like she was about to throttle him. Her eyes then looked down and locked themselves onto his waist area. She pointed rather harshly and placed a hand on her own waist very argumentatively.

"Then why do you have your weapon?" She shot her head back up, demanding an explanation almost immediately.

Gantu shifted and crossed his arms once again "I am the Captain," he stated coolly. Placing a hand on his weapon holster on his belt "I will be taking a weapon, purely for precaution purposes only. You will only be attending to observe. This mission is your test."

"And you expect me to do it without a blaster?" She scoffed, flailing about her arms unbelievably. "How the heck do you expect that will turn out?"

"I need to know I can trust you," Gantu explained, his voice very professional sounding. "You are a new crew member, and like all crew members, I need to know that you will follow my orders. You can surely pull this off without a weapon. We are merely making enquiries."

She shook her head and a very low grumble escaped her lips. Gantu knew that she was not happy with his decision to deprive her of her blaster, but she would have to get over it. He did need her to pull this off without a weapon. With a weapon, she would be unpredictable and rather difficult to control. Without one, it would be slightly easier. His reasoning for depriving her of her weapon was actually quite simple. After what he had heard about her on Shaelekar, she was very dangerous with a weapon. Unpredictable and dangerous. Those were the two things Gantu hated in a crew member. Though, in some ways, he was a bit of a hypocrite in that sense, since he was almost just as bad, with a blaster in his possession.

"Fine," she finally slammed her blaster down on the desk. She was still in objection to his demands, but she knew that it would get her nowhere. And she certainly could not defy her commanding Officer, though she was trying very hard to do just that.

Once they had finally decided to head into the city itself, Gantu, Reuben and Zellah stuck close together, making sure that they would not get lost through the busy crowds. The main city of Meltrok was disgusting. Poor, low, filthy, dusty and disgusting. All of those words were the best to describe it. The streets were littered with trash and puddles of toxic waste. You had to watch where you stepped, unless you wanted to have your foot covered in corrosive chemicals. The dusty atmosphere was not very easy going on the chest. It made many of the aliens living there cough and splutter like crazy. The aliens who lived in the city were expected to live in small shacks made of wood and cloth. Certainly nothing out of the technological era. Sure this planet had the basic space technology most of the other planets in the galaxy had, but since it was not a rich planet, most of the people squandered their money for the pursuits of criminal activity, gambling, drug addictions, you name it! Meltrok was definitely not the planet that many scientific breakthroughs would be discovered.

The east side of the main city was where Gantu was headed. There it pretty much consisted of small clothed huts with tiny narrow street paths. Around this area, the constant stench of sewerage and noxious vapours entered the nose and made whoever smelt it want to heave. Reuben in particular, who had a very sensitive sense of smell, held his paws up to his tiny red nose in disgust. His face shrivelled in revolt at the stench. Gantu however tried his best to bare it. He, with Chief Zettar close behind, stormed in front. Reuben was no longer on his shoulder, instead he was forced to walk on the ground. He couldn't deny that he had noticed his best friend act very strange today. He was... dare he say, more stuck up than usual. He suspected that it had something to do with a certain female. Gantu now had competition and obviously felt threatened. Reuben had to laugh at the way his friend was behaving. When he said that his species were authoritarian and competitive, he never really mentioned that he himself was like that. Yet here he was, acting almost as bad as his female Chief. This would be very entertaining to watch.

When they had finally stopped to make enquiries in the centre of a tiny shack filled street, Gantu had Reuben flip out a holopad which he had carried with him and insisted that he showed it to each person they questioned, showing pictures of the suspects and recording their voices for later evidence. Zellah merely stood aside and crossed her arms as she gazed about the area beneath her feet. They were in some kind of market place. And it wasn't your typical produce market, oh, no! You wouldn't find food or homely goods here. Her eyes scoured from stall to stall and she noticed aliens, of various species, selling illegal weapons, illegal drugs, rip-off copies of technology from nearby planets and other various illegal imports. And not only were the stall holders selling them to random aliens, they were also selling them to children! Now imagine a three year old, four eyed, five legged, purple and brown skinned Meltrokian native, holding an advanced plasma blaster which was probably radioactive. Now, imagine them randomly/unintentionally opening fire on civilians. Yes, that was something every law enforcer would fear and dread. Little children had no idea of the harm those kinds of weapons could do to a person. Zellah herself had witnessed a little Shaelekean child gun down his entire family after being given such a weapon on her home planet. Why scum like these criminals would even think that giving children illegal weaponry was a good idea, she did not know. But it made her sick to her stomach just thinking about it. Oh, they knew what they were doing. The criminals wanted chaos. And they were giving it to them in large doses.

It took all of her might not to march over to these stalls and stomp on them with her large foot. She wanted to release all of her fury out on these criminal scum. But her mind would not allow it. She had been under strict orders by Gantu to remain close and observe the questionings that he and Reuben were carrying out. And Gantu did have a point, she would have no choice but to obey her new commanding Officer. He had made it clear to her that she was no longer on Shaelekar. And boy was she beginning to feel it!

Below, Reuben had finally managed to stop a native Meltrokian male in his tracks and consult him. The native was about his height and wore red rags for clothes. His red and yellow eyes looked worn and aged, though he himself was a youngish alien. They had suspected it was the atmosphere which did this to a person. That was one of the side effects of living on a toxic waste dump like Meltrok.

"Ugu meli hama lilpoloua?" Reuben questioned the native, speaking Meltrokian, using various hand signals as he spoke their dialect. The Meltrokian native shrugged his shoulders and responded in the exact same language as Reuben had just spoken.

"Yuh duri mele operfa!" He proclaimed, also using the same hand signals Reuben had just done. Reuben nodded and then looked up at Gantu, who was now crouched on one leg, his one arm resting on his bent leg and the other flat on his side. He remained close to his Galley Officer as he inched towards him.

"He says, he hasn't seen or heard of a criminal gang," Reuben told him. Gantu sighed and shook his head solemnly as he raised his hand to signal the Meltrokian to continue walking.

"Move it along," he ordered the native. And even though he didn't understand a word Gantu was saying, he got the message and continued walking. They continued doing this, accosting the natives of the planet who merely walked past them, randomly going about their own business. Some were more hostile than others and refused to speak to the "jujudaing" ("alien scum") they had referred to them as. Reuben himself had almost ended up in a fight with one of the Meltrokians after he pushed him aside harshly. Gantu obviously told him to let it go and continue questioning others. He reminded him that they did not have time for that.

Finally they had accosted another male Meltrokian who was actually willing to stop and hear what Reuben was saying. Gantu instructed his Galley Officer to show him the holographic images of the criminals they were trying to locate. Reuben did as he was told and soon found himself recording all of his conversation with the Meltrokian native using his holopad voice recorder.

"Ask him if he has seen any suspicious activity lately," Gantu instructed him. Reuben simply nodded and then looked back onto the Meltrokian after looking directly up at Gantu. He began making the same hand gestures as he cleared his throat and spoke the Meltrokian dialect once again.

"Ugu meli hama operfa, huy ugu mehe?" The Galley Officer then paused as he received frequent nodding from the very eager male Meltrokian. Gantu beamed in Reuben's direction and Reuben returned his gesture briefly before the Meltrokian was able to respond.

"Eh, eh, ahlo domehi bolao eckrete cometa!" He proclaimed rather ecstatically. Reuben's eyes followed as the excited Meltrokian bounced up and down non-stop. It made him rather dizzy after a while. This Meltrokian was rather eager for someone who had just been randomly stopped by a bunch of Intergalactic law enforcers in the middle of a very busy market place.

"What's he saying?" Gantu asked, bending down further in order to speak to his smaller companion. Reuben stepped back slightly, not looking at Gantu, and merely put a paw to his face and muttered the words to his commanding Officer as the Meltrokian continued to jump about like a hyperactive creature who had just consumed too much sugar.

"He says, he's seen some guys in the area with weapons," he then paused and turned back to the Meltrokian who continued to rave about in his native language to the little yellow experiment. Reuben listened in some more before continuing to speak. "Yesterday, two buff guys, near... the docks? Yeah, the docks!"

Gantu nodded and pointed towards the holopad. "Show him the criminals we are looking for," he instructed "and ask him if he recognizes any of them."

Stood aside from the pair of enquiring law enforces, Chief Zettar crossed her arms and a very displeased frown appeared on her features. She was not very thrilled to be doing this for her first official assignment with her new Captain. Actually, in all truth, she was bored as hell. Her eyes occasionally gazed down at Gantu, then to Reuben and then to the Meltrokian natives they were accosting randomly. And with each time, she huffed and pressed her arms to her chest moodily. She was beginning to grow very impatient. They had been doing this for over half an hour and they hadn't obtained any information what-so-ever from their enquiries. This was getting them nowhere fast! She gazed down yet another time to see what her commanding Officer was doing. He was crouched on one leg, directing Reuben with the questioning of yet ANOTHER native of the planet. She had counted seven Meltrokians. This was now the eighth. She was growing very, very tiresome of this. Listening to the little Galley Officer rattle on in the native language of the planet's populous was one thing. But to hear Captain Gantu rattle on with all sorts of ridiculous questions was another.

As she gazed down at the floor glumly, Zellah's attentions couldn't help but be averted away from the Galley Officer, the Meltrokian and the Captain and find themselves focussed on something else. She did not look up, but instead just listened closely as she heard a particular voice behind which stood out among all of the background noise.

"OI, WATCH WHERE YA GOING!" A voice broke out in the background. At this point, Zellah slowly turned around in the direction of the piercing yell. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw a male of her own species push aside a smaller alien (not a native to the planet) aside aggressively. And the male Shaelek wasn't alone, he had a 7 eyed companion alongside him. The Shaelek was tall, around the same height as Gantu, and wore a very buff attire. He looked like he had just came out of a wrestling match. His muscles were pumped up, obviously with the assistance of illegal space steroids and his blue eyes were rather bulging with rage. His companion however was about half his size, still quite tall as far as most alien species went, and did not look as aggressive as the male Shaelek. Though, it was rather difficult for another alien species to pull off the tough manner that Shaeleks portrayed. They weren't called the roughest alien species in the galaxy for nothing. The seven eyed alien wore some kind of suit and his head was covered with a glass helmet. Inside the helmet was a strange greenish-clear liquid which provided as the breathing apparatus for that alien. He was not a member of a species the Chief was really aware of, but she knew he was the other guy's companion as he too shoved another local out of the way harshly. Zellah turned her head in the direction of Gantu briefly again. The dumb idiot wasn't even aware of what was going on behind. Instead he was still wasting his time trying to interpret what a native was saying, in a language only his Galley Officer could understand.

The two guys were obviously causing a bit of commotion in the market place, many scowling and shifty glances headed in the direction of the pair as they pushed and shoved their way through recklessly. Zellah's body slowly shifted around as she tried her best not to be spotted by the pair as they pushed their way closer to where she stood. Neither of them noticed her or Gantu. As the male Shaelek stepped closer with his companion close at hand, the pair's voices got considerably clearer as they spoke normally. Luckily, Zellah was able to block out the other voices from the other aliens in the area and focus her attentions to the two particular voices which belonged to the conspicuous pair of aliens.

"Where is he? He said he'd meet us here," the male 7 eyed alien spoke out as he and the taller male Shaelek scoured the crowd behind them with the endless sea of wooden shacks and tiny aliens making about their business as if nothing was wrong.

"I don't know," the male Shaelek responded. Zellah turned her head around slightly and locked her eyes onto Gantu's waist once again. Her vibrant purple eyes examined his blaster curiously. But while her eyes were engaged with Gantu's blaster, her ears were still 100 percent focussed on the two aliens. "But Oxus and his guys have some explaining to do, when they get their sorry asses here with those damn weapons!"

She hadn't felt her eyes widen so far all day. No wonder she was so interested in the pair of conspicuous aliens present. Zellah knew there was something shifty about them, especially since one of them was the only Shaelek (besides Zellah and Gantu) present in the area. Now it was all made clear. These two scumbags were the ones due to rendezvous with the prisoner she had just put into hospital. But unfortunately for them, they had no idea that their associate was not going to show up. However, this was a big advantage for her and Gantu. They had just hit the jackpot. Now only if she could tell Gantu.

She had considered telling her new Captain. But as she gazed back at the male Shaelekean Captain, she shook her head as she noticed him and Reuben argue over the holopad as it began glitching out on them. Her attentions then shot back to the two criminals as their voices said something which rather alarmed them both as well as her.

"Shit, ain't that...?!" One of them broke out, not able to finish what he was saying. Zellah's head shot around again to see both criminals staring directly at her. The unknown 7 eyed alien was pointing in her direction while the male Shaelek's face dropped in both alarm and hatred.

"Zettar!" He scowled back. Zellah now turned back to Gantu. Neither him, nor his small friend even knew about what was going on behind them. At this point Zellah had only seconds to react. She had two options, either tell Gantu and risk jeopardizing everything, or option 2... improvise.

"What is she doing here?" The male alien leaned closer to the male Shaelek, his voice barely made out.

"I don't know," the male Shaelek responded, his eyes then darting to his belt as his hands rushed to grab the weapon inside his holster. "But I ain't waiting to find out!"

Chief Zellah Zettar finally took action. Just before the male pulled out his illegal blaster from his belt, her eyes locked themselves onto Gantu's blaster once more. She hadn't a weapon on hand, since the 'lovely' Captain told her not to bring her own weapon. She knew he'd be eating those words later on. However, this did not stop her from proceeding to snatch his weapon right out from under him and take matters into her own hands.

Suddenly without warning, the male Shaelekean criminal opened fire on the female law enforcer. He was roughly around 9 metres away from her and proceeded to take a single shot from his plasma blaster in her direction. And if it weren't for her quick thinking and acting skills, she would have taken the shot and probably got seriously injured from it. Zellah swiftly grabbed the plasma weapon from Gantu's holster, span around and shot a single blast back at the blast of green plasma heading her way. It did not miss its target. Soon, the whole market square erupted in a light spectrum of green and blue plasma colliding with one another. Many gasped and ran away quickly to avoid being a part of the crossfire. But that was not necessary. No more shots would be fired by either the criminal, or the police Chief. Instead, the pair of criminals were left rather aghast at the swift action taken by the female. It was like watching something out of an action movie. She had singlehandedly avoided a near death experience by directly shooting a plasma blast at close range. And it did not miss! Very few people could pull that off. Not unless they were experts in weaponry and shooting techniques. It was lucky that Chief Zellah Zettar was an expert in both of these areas. The criminals stood there, mouths open and eyes widened as they realised that their cover was now blown and they were most probably going to get their asses kicked by the aggressive female.

"SHITTING BLITZNAK!" The male Shaelek bellowed, stepping back slightly as the female's face turned into a very low and determined scowl. Neither of them realized that there was yet another Shaelek law enforcer behind her. Instead their eyes were glued onto Chief Zettar's.

"What do we do now Rocmour?!" The 7 eyed alien shot his head in the direction of his taller companion, his voice very on-edge and very panicky.

"RUN DAMMIT!" The male called out as he began sprinting in the opposite direction. His companion soon followed hastily and the pair began to flee the scene.

Meanwhile, Gantu was oblivious to what was going on. It all happened so quickly that he almost fell over from his balanced crouch he was positioned in. He had felt a slight tug on his belt one moment, then as he looked up, he noticed a haze of blue and purple spin around quickly, making his eyes lose focus for a brief second. But within that second, so much had happened. His eyes widened in a mixture of shock, astonishment, awe and a slight twinge of rage. While his head rapidly span about in the direction of his new partner and those who had just opened fire on her. He was quite taken aback to see another Shaelek standing but 9 metres away from him with another alien of a different species. And both of them were scowling and cowering in fear at the aggressive female. Gantu's eyes then followed Zellah. He hadn't known exactly what had happened, since his body was turned away from the commotion at the time. But, he figured what was about to go down. And it would be something he was dreading.

After a couple of seconds of Gantu's attentions being raised at the scene, a swift action was taken by the two criminals who stood before them. They did as one of them suggested. They ran! Not even bothering to open fire again. Instead, they shoved several other aliens out of the way and almost took out two market stalls as they abruptly turned the corner and fled the scene as fast as possible. Zellah of course was soon hot in pursuit. Gantu then felt a hand rush to his side and he felt his belt holster before looking down, his eyes almost popping out of his head as he did this.

"MY BLASTER!" He exclaimed, then arising from his knelt position. He outwardly grumbled and watched as Chief Zettar now turned the corner in pursuit of the two alien criminals. "Bloody Blitznak, she's dead when I catch her!" He spoke as he too now found himself sprinting in the direction where all of the commotion was headed. Reuben however, was still stood with the Meltrokian native they were talking to. He shrugged his shoulders in annoyance and watched as Gantu fled the scene.

"HEY!" He shouted "What am I supposed to do?!" He had no response of course. By that point, the criminals, Chief Zettar and Captain Gantu were all gone. All who remained was little Reuben and the Meltrokian native. Reuben had only seconds to respond. Should he stay with the Meltrokian and continue what he was doing? Or, should he follow his best friend and witness the action? Both were appealing options. To remain where he stood, meant that he wouldn't be gasping for air or trying to keep up with his bigger companions. Though, with the other option, there was the action and the great opportunity to witness it firsthand. He couldn't deny how impressed he was with Zellah Zettar. He was growing to like her more and more with each action she took. She certainly was more outgoing than Gantu ever was. This was obviously the reason he had grown jealous of her.

In the end, Reuben groaned and turned to the very confused Meltrokian native. He literally shoved his holopad into the bewildered alien and then spoke out in his normal language (which the Meltrokian could not understand) "excuse me." He then ran off, leaving the Galactic Federation's interrogating holopad in the hands of a very bewildered native.

Meanwhile, the pursuit was underway. The criminals were sprinting as fast as they could through the large market place, occasionally (and rather desperately) blasting their weapons behind them, in the direction of their pursuer. Throughout the entire time, Zellah remained hot on their tail. They had tried several times to create obstacles to slow her down. Whether that be knocking down barrels of cargo or literally throwing innocent civilians her way. She had somehow avoided everything they threw at her and continued chasing them, not slowing down for a second. Gantu on the other hand, struggled to keep up with the pursuit. Zellah had stolen his blaster and taken off on her own crusade to catch these guys. What happened to the term 'partnership'? Did she even know what that meant? Gantu couldn't deny that he was rather furious about all of this. She could have told him what was going on, instead of running off to face it on her own. But, just like him, she was stubborn. She would refuse to be helped by anyone but herself. Something Gantu knew about himself all too well.

"She's gaining on us!" The seven eyed alien managed to say through gasps of breath. Both he and his Shaelekean companion turned their heads briefly to see Chief Zettar sprinting towards them, now a lot quicker than before. The male Shaelek gazed down at his weapon and then back onto the path before him. Several metres in front, there was a rather ruined stone wall, ill-treated due to vandalism and graffiti. The male Shaelek grinned. He had decided to use this wall to his advantage.

"She soon won't be!" He exclaimed, dragging his companion aside behind the wall. He then grasped his weapon and re-loaded it with a new clip before opening fire on the pursuing police Chief once more. Several green plasma blasts illuminated the area, the radioactive glow very evident from a nearby distance. They were shot in the direction of Zellah Zettar herself, but luckily, like her targets, she had also found a decent place for cover. Behind a market stall, one of the few to have a stone outer structure.

When she ducked for cover, Zellah had a near miss with a radioactive plasma blast. It skimmed her arm and almost left a mark. It was fortunate that she had such a quick reaction time, or else she would have succumbed to the blast and been severely injured as a result of it. Backed against the wall, her eyes found themselves on Gantu's blaster. Noticing how small and ill-equipped it was. Was this really the best the Galactic Armada had? She was sorely disappointed yet again by them. But her judgements were soon cut to a crash halt as she grabbed her newly adopted blaster tightly and peered over the stone structure to where her targets stood. She counted her seconds and made sure she sought the right opportunity. There was no way in hell that she was going to give this up for anyone. Right at the point where the male Shaelek stopped firing and went to turn around to re-load his plasma blaster, she took swift action. Two shots were fired, merely missing the two criminals by a near inch. But it proved in vain, Zellah had taken an opportunity and failed to take them down. But she did not let this dishearten her. She would have plenty of other opportunities to take them down.

Realizing that they were now out of options, the two criminals decided to abandon their safe position behind the wall and make, yet another, daring run for it through the busy east end of the city. Zellah kept herself firmly fixed to the stone structure for several moments, awaiting a re-shooting from the daring criminals, but nothing came out of it. When she dared to peel herself away from the stone and peer over the structure, she noticed them. They were now no longer behind that vandalized wall. Instead, they were now sprinting yet again round the next corner. She frowned and shook her head as she thrusted her body forward in order to chase after them once again.

Gantu was lost. He had ran as fast as his muscular legs could carry him, but that proved in vain. Never, in his whole career, had he experienced this. When put on missions with other Officers, during his times in the rank of Corporal, Lieutenant, Major and even Captain, he had always worked together with those people and used cooperation as a means to take down the bad guys. But now he was dealing with an entirely different subject. Chief Zellah Zettar was a nutcase. A complete and utter nutcase! He now saw why his friend had warned him so much against her. She had no concept of being a team player, nor did she have the right attitude to be his partner. Gantu certainly wasn't getting a better opinion of her. Actually, now he was seriously contemplating on the idea of putting forward a case, to have the Galactic Council dismiss her from his services. Never before had he been so disobeyed.

He stopped chasing the pursuit after a while and looked around rather alarmingly. One moment the criminals and his Chief were in view, the next they were not. It was as if they had disappeared out of sight entirely and vanished into thin air. And though he knew that to be impossible, he wouldn't be surprised, especially with the actions Zellah had put out there so far. One day in his services and already she was causing trouble!

'Where in Blitznak has she gone off too?!' He mentally hollered, as his head swam all over the place to figure out where the pursuit was now headed. He couldn't see much. Just an endless view of small shacks and stalls and, of course, the destruction and remaining debris the criminals had made through their escape. Gantu smacked his hands onto the top of his head and his facial expression soon fell to a mixture of panic and fear. 'If she takes matters into her own hands and kills these guys, the Galactic Council will certainly throw the boot at me!'

"Hey blubber butt?!" A very raspy yell suddenly caught his attention from down below. Gantu's panicky gaze shot down only to see a very tired Reuben finally catch up with him. As he slowed down, his legs almost gave way and he hobbled along like a little penguin did. And his chest sucked in and out rather unnaturally as he gasped for air. Several moments after trying to re-compose himself, Reuben spoke again, stammering as he wheezed. "W-W-Where is Z-Zellah?"

"I don't know," Gantu's head shot up and continued to scour around again. "I think... I think I lost her."

Reuben leant against his companion's large leg and keeled over, one hand touching the grey stump and the other bending down with the rest of his body. He took a moment to speak again, his voice still very raspy. "D-Don't, ever, make me... phew... do that again!"

Gantu swiftly bent down and laid his hand flat on the floor nearby his smaller companion. Reuben almost immediately stepped onto it and soon got hauled onto Gantu's shoulder once more. "Come," Gantu began, his head then turning in the direction which he guessed the pursuit was headed "let's go find her before she gets herself into any more trouble."

Meanwhile, a couple of streets away, Chief Zettar had chased the two criminally involved aliens to the docks on the edge of the city. They were now on a small platform, overlooking a sea of bubbling green acid, one of the many toxic waste dumping grounds on the planet. It was about the size of an Earth lake, but the stench was a lot more potent than anything you could imagine. The two criminals now knew that they were at a dead end. They had either two options; the easier option being surrendering to the police Chief, or the other, fighting against her. And what option do you think scum like them would go for? Of course it would be the more difficult option!

"Shit! What do we do now?!" The seven eyed alien panicked as he managed to slow down in enough time to avoid contact with the acidy substance beneath their feet. They were right close to the edge of the dock. They had nowhere to go. Before the male Shaelek could respond, the pair noticed Chief Zettar finally catch up with them. She soon halted and stepped forward cautiously as she held Gantu's stolen/borrowed blaster and pointed it in their general direction.

"You're surrounded Rocmour!" She shouted their way "I know you won't come quietly. You sort never do. But make one wrong move, and I will shoot you into that acid vat and watch your skin melt off of your bone structure."

"Bold words for a Galactic Alliance wench!" The male, known as Rocmour boldly claimed. Zellah's eyes squinted and an even lower scowl appeared on her face. She knew that most of her species were aware of her transfer from the Shaelekean police force to the Galactic Alliance. And it seemed, even those outside the planet were aware of it too. She knew this Shaelekean criminal. He had been one of her take-downs in a previous mission. And unlike Oxus, he was not flirty or sexist. In fact, he treated Chief Zettar like he would a male police Officer. And by that, he would try and fight her.

"Rocmour, what are you doing?" His seven eyed companion asked him rather alerted as the Shaelek began stepping forward. His companion merely turned his head in his direction and ushered him to follow him. Meanwhile, Zellah was still pointing her blaster at them. Like his companion, she wondered what he was doing when he began holding his hands in the air and stepped forward. He couldn't be... surrendering? Could he? If only things were that simple.

"Alright Chief," he called out, "we'll surrender to you."

She was not convinced. Not in the slightest. "Prove it," she demanded "place your weapons on the ground and put your hands on your heads."

Much to her surprise, they did as they were instructed. After doing this, Rocmour and his partner in crime stood before Chief Zettar, with their hands on their heads. The seven eyed alien was still rather confused as to what was going to happen next. They weren't possibly just going to give it all up like this, were they? Of course not! His Shaelekean friend still had another trick up his muscular arm.

Just as Zellah was about to call for her new security crew, she was briefly taken off guard. And this turned out to be a grave mistake. Suddenly, without warning, Rocmour stopped playing his little act and made his true intentions known to the female Shaelek. A single arm swiftly took itself off of his head, and his hand quickly formed a fist. Before Zellah could see it coming, she found herself punched in the face and thrown backwards by the force of the punch. Her head slammed onto the floor with such a force that it rendered her without clear vision for several moments. But just as the haze in her purple eyes began to clear, she saw his next tactic coming and avoided it.

The criminal Shaelek went to stomp his large grey foot onto her head, but unfortunately for him, he was a lot slower than before. Zellah did a side roll and avoided the collision of his foot with her face and she managed to spring up quicker than he had thrown his punch. She then proceeded to kick him in the stomach and cause him to keel over in pain.

"I knew you would do that!" She bellowed, kicking and then punching him in is muscular abs. "Just like I knew I would find you here."

"You're full of bullshit, you know that Zettar?" The male Shaelek dared smirk at this. Instead of responding with words, Chief Zettar did what she did best. She slammed him to the ground and then proceeded to press her foot on his face, just as he had attempted (and failed) to do to her moments before.

"You can thank your little buddy Oxus for our reunion," Zellah put pressure on his face with her foot, slowly burying him into the soft decaying ground beneath her feet. "He was the one who betrayed your little happy fun club!"

"Impossible," he managed to say through spitting out the contents of the floor which had somehow managed to enter his mouth. "Oxus is loyal to our cause!"

"Oh yeah," Zellah commented, sarcasm very evident in her tone, "so loyal that he spilled his guts to me after I broke his arm and almost snapped his back in two."

The male Shaelek's eyes locked onto his companion, who just stood there helplessly as he watched his friend being beaten to a pulp by the aggressive female law enforcer. "Do something you idiot!"

The seven eyed alien went rather jittery as his eyes locked onto the female who was twice his size and had easily took down his friend. He didn't have as much guts as his more muscular and taller companion had. And instead of helping him, he decided to run away before he ended up the same way as his friend (if not worse).

"Where's the loyalty?" Zellah mocked as the seven eyed alien fled the scene. She didn't bother to go after him, for she knew her priorities. She was currently handling a well-known criminal she had encountered before. And he was certainly more of a threat than compared to his smaller companion. The male Shaelek now looked rather shocked to see his friend just abandon him like that. But his shock would soon be filled with pain as his face was pushed further into the decaying sludgy surface by a large foot. Zellah took it upon herself to question him again. This time, her tone deadly and serious. "Now, to the matter at hand. Where is Glornack?"

"W-w-what are ya t-talking ab-about?" He managed to stammer, trying to spit out all of the sludge which passed his lips. She slammed his face further into the ground recklessly and spoke with a much harsher tone now.

"GLORNACK! WHERE IS HE?!" She bellowed, her fists pumped with fury "Oxus said he was going to rendezvous with Zellious Glornack, and you certainly couldn't fix all of this up on your own!"

He managed to push himself up slightly and his head turned left. Zellah did not follow his gaze, but she noticed him smirk. That was certainly something which made her more alert. "You're-You're right," he said rather defiantly "and Gl-Glornack has been looking forward to your re-reunion..."

"ZETTAR!"

A voice roared loudly about the area, louder than a pack of lions. Zellah's face suddenly dropped and her foot seized its tensions on Rocmour's face. And when she decided to slowly, but cautiously turn around, she was met with a sight she was hoping for. It was Zellious Glornack himself. Speak of the Devil! And pissed off was an understatement to describe him as.

Oh Zellah Zettar now had a real fight on her hands...

Authors note: Yes, this is officially the LONGEST chapter so far, but it had a lot to go through. I hope you all enjoyed this one. I intend to make my action sequences as thrilling and engaging as possible. If any of you have any pointers on how I can make this more interesting, please feel free to tell me your thoughts in a review. Thank you all for reading and these events will be continued in the next chapter.