Kitty will now hit me over the head with a Phia because I wrote Zllivan and Tsal into this... =O,O= -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 20:11:34 06/20/02 Thu
Author: Adochi, Olashi, Drakka, Tokathe
Subject: Kitty will now hit me over the head with a Phia because I wrote Zllivan and Tsal into this... =O,O=

"Yen, they're right behind you and preparing to fire their main guns." Dewyed's calm voice betrays none of his fear for his friend as the Olashi's 'incapacitated' silvership floats midspace. The Adochi, himself hiding in a small huntership behind a random moon in an obscure system, lets his camoflauging ship drift in orbit. "Ai," comes the response, typical Olashi cockiness saturating the tone. A garishly yellow Drakka ship saunters closer to the unmoving silvership; Dewyed flinches slightly as a testing shot slags an Olashi shipwing. "Gods, Yendan, you're cutting it close. I'm not reading any engine/weapons damage though." A pause, and then, "Ai." Dew snorts, wingfingers working the controls of various sensors.

A silent alarm flashes on the Adochi's screen and Dew swears ripely. "Brsheu with it, Yen, we got an incoming ship. Running scanchecks to see what by the gods it is." Yendan hisses over com but waits as the Drakka ship nears. "Got it. Identity is Tokathe PhiaShip merchanter, what the brsheu is that? I have your files too, and it must be from them, 'cause I've never heard of this thing." Another hiss over com, another lancing yellow beam which rocks the Olashi ship. "I've heard of them. We do not want to involve that species in a fight. Got?" Dewyed rolls his eyes, "No shiv. I'm taking the Drakka out before we do involve it." A mumbled affirmative over com, and Dewyed pulled up his ship's real controls.

Piloting a sleek, highly-advanced Adochi huntership with the newest and most powerful weapon-engine combination, Dewyed grins slightly and shifts his weight slightly on the newest invention in Adochi pilot comfort: a couch. Wingfingers grip the controls, Dewyed readies himself, and his ship surges out from hiding, coming up on the Drakka's tail. "I'm out," he says unnecessarily over com, as Yendan spins his Olashi craft around and fires a few shoddily-distracting blows. A babble of alien language erupts over the open comchannel, the Drakka's hissclicks and a growling undertone from the Tokathe Phiaship. "DEW! REINFORCEMENTS! HEADS-UP!" Yendan bellows over com, skirting his ship out of the way of a massive barrage of yellow fire. Dewyed grins, keys in com, "Relax, Yen. This ship can outfly anything they can throw." The Olashi growls, then his voice mutters from across space, "Really? Good. Take a look at the two new Drakkan arrivals on vid."

Dewyed does so, howls his dismay, and slams in the boosters to avoid yellow fire from the newcomers - who are piloting new and better types of Drakka ships. Gods, let this Olashi-made translator work. "Calling Tokathe Phiaship merchanter! Avoid this area, avoid this area! Yellow ships will shoot you down! Got?" Bloody brsheu, I sound like an Olashi. A gravelly voice replies, the words mangled by the translator, "Copy that." The Adochi barely skids his ship out of the way before one of the Drakka hunterships blows past, leaving a trail of unidentifiable and most likely radioactive particles in its wake.

"Gods. Yen, let's scram. The merchanter-" A crackle, and the Olashi interupts. "You mean the one that just shot down the first Drakka?" Dew blinks, turns on another section of vidscreen, and stares at the floundering arrowhead-shaped ship and the Tokathe 'merchanter' dodging enemy fire. "By all the gods. Merchanter my wingblade! Gods. Idiot." An Olashi laugh titters over com, tinny in the small cockpit, and Dewyed jerks his ship out of harm's way as the Tokathe does the same. "Tokathe pilot, this is Adochi pilot Dewyed, identify yourself and your classifi-" A growling laugh bowls the rest of his sentence over. "This is Zllivan, you want my classification pilot? I'm Distant, chew on that for a while!" Yendan cuts in before Dew can retort, "Dew, forget her, I can't draw off either of their ships, you two are on your own unless I want to fight wounded... which I don't."

Dewyed swears under his breath and kites away from another bolt, praising his huntership's engines. He punches in comlink to the Drakka ships and vidlink as well, staring at the two ugly, three-eyed, mandibled faces with severe distaste. "Well, Drakka, your time is come. Prepare to taste death." Clicking laughter answers him as Dew swings his ship to point his tail at the one 'slow' Drakkaship. Keying in com to the other pilot, "Zllivan, stay out of my shooting range." Something like a growled affirmative comes back over com, and Dewyed fires his tail-mounted antimatter weaponry.

The Drakka ship vanishes.

"Whoa! Forgot about that little trick, Dew. Nice." Yendan laughs over com as both males hear a similar awed noise from the Tokathe. "I got the other one, Adochi," comes the deep and rather forbidding voice of Zllivan, and Dewyed laughs in his own purring fashion. "It's yours. But he looks like he's running scared, better hurry." The ovaline Phiaship seems to turn, and then like a rocket it's shooting after the fleeing yellowship. Yendan doesn't turn his ship as they both blast by, and instead limps to join Dewyed in space-hover. "Well. Some pilot. Merchanter, hah. Musta scrambled her ID codes." Dew snorts. "And what the brsheu does Distant mean?" Almost thoughtfully, the Adochi clicks off vidlinks, only to have another one click on, this showing Yen's pearly white face in an Olashi fanged grin. "Good question. I'm no expert, in fact our translator can barely manage their tongue. We haven't had much contact with them." Dewyed snorts.

Meanwhile, Zllivan powers through space, oblivious of the conversation behind her as she chases the rather speedy Drakka ship towards this system's sun. "Come back here you tailless coward!" the black pilot yells into open com. The Drakka opens vidlink and scowls with all three black eyes. "Do not insult me, little girl, or I will blow your pretty ship to nothingness," comes the translated version of the hiss-clicked response. Zllivan's ears go flat and she bares her teeth, punching up a few choice weapons-commands in her ship. "Say bye bye, you hairless mongrel of questionable ancestry," she grins viciously into vidlink as Tsal reports weapons-ready. "All right Tsallie-boy," the Tokathe laughs, "Fire when ready."

A thick beam of energy-fire arcs into space, aim pinpointed on the Drakka's shiptail. By the time Zllivan glances up to see the beastie's horrified face, her shot has slammed into his ship and caused a nice, big, violent explosion. The pilot laughs and rubs six-fingered handpaws together. "I like using that," she says contently, then Tsal turns them about to head back to the two drifting males. "Nice job Zllivan, but if you wouldn't interfere next time someone warns you to stay out of it..." comes Tsal's disembodied voice, but the black-furred femme shrugs it off as they approach Dewyed and Yendan.

The Adochi shakes his smooth head at his vidscreen, then punches up comlink. "Nice job there, Tokathe. Impressive." Yendan's voice follows quickly, "Not bad at all. Thanks." Gods know Dew isn't about to thank her for her help. Zllivan laughs quietly and responds, "You're both welcome. Farewell, good luck go with you and your ships. Don't forget to invite me next time you party like this though, okay?" And with a growling laugh, the ovaline 'merchanter' speeds off. Dew and Yen exchange glances over vid, both shaking their heads, before the Adochi kicks his huntership in the direction of his home world, Raob�. Yendan, with a groan for the unrewarded damages to his silvership, follows with a limp.

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