Why Humans Make Bad Pets!

What did I do to piss God or whoever off so badly III

He pulled the trigger and the anti-tank pulse-gun responded with a massive kinetic pulse which took the creature full in the gut, flinging it across the room where it slammed against the wall and slid down to the floor behind the helm's console. YecTal could see the bridge was in flames due to the multitude of sparks coming from broken displays broken by pulses which only seemed to miss, but he would deal with those later. YecTal walked around the console, limping after being hit by several of his crew mates pulse-guns, to where he could see the creature gasping for breath as it lay on the floor.

+Good heavens. It's still alive+

He wasn't one to gloat, and aimed his gun at the creatures head to finish the job. He let his gun get a little too close. The creature, suddenly alive again, though YecTal couldn't explain how, yanked his gun from his arm, snapped it in two and threw the pieces at him. YecTal grunted as he forced one of his already broken arms to take the brunt of the impacts, which hurt like hell, and knocked him from his feet. He scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could, seeing the monster charging him. YecTal drew the curved blade of his Fusion Scythe and swung it at the creature. It dropped to the ground, the sword whistling over its head. It kicked him from it's lying position, sending it's foot up into his midriff and flinging him across the room in the same way the anti-tank pulse had to the creature.

As he flew through the air, YecTal's mind, sharp despite the pain, knew he had lost. Before he crashed into the wall and unconsciousness, he managed one word: "Activate." The computer registered it's Captains final order.

I took too long taking out the second to last lizard-ant remaining on the bridge. For my pains I received an anti-tank round straight to the stomach. It picked me up and flung me 6 meters where my flight was abruptly halted by a wall. Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow OW! It kind of hurt, but I shook it off. Really I was fine, it was nothing, it just felt like it'd put a f*****g hole in my gut. Thankfully I had fallen behind a console and Captain 'Roids had to walk around it in order to get to me. I was happy to see he was limping. The guy was tough, I'd give him that. Most of his fellows had buckled after getting hit in the chest with one of the their friends guns that I had thrown, but this guy had taken 4 and was still up. Then he stuck the gun in my face. Rookie Mistake. Sensing that the battle wasn't over yet, my adrenaline surged once again. Whew, that felt good.

Grabbing his gun I broke it and threw the pieces at him. That knocked him down and I rolled back to give myself some breathing room. When I finally got to my feet and the world stopped spinning - maybe I should start rolling less - I could see 'Roids standing up. I charged. He pulled a Lava Scimitar from a sheath on his back and swung it at me. Dang I wish I had my sword still, we could have had a light-saber battle. He was too slow though, which is why I was able to dodge his very well timed strike by dropping to the ground. I didn't think I'd have enough time to get up, so I kicked him from my position on the ground. It was significantly more effective than I thought it would have been, flinging him across the room. Heck, maybe I should have been kicking guys all this time.

As he flew through the air he croaked out an unintelligible word. I guess the computer understood him, because red lights started flashing all over the place and a bunch of symbols appeared on every display that wasn't leaking sparks. It was similar enough to the few science fiction movies I'd seen that I didn't stop to question what it was. Self-Destruct sequence.

+*s**t!*+ I had to find a way off the ship, and fast. I grabbed Roids' Lava Scimitar - I doubted he would be needing it anymore - and ran to one of the doors that I didn't know where they led. You could call it coincidence. Or maybe it made sense, since I hadn't seen any escape pods during my entire time here, but when I went through that door I entered a long hall that ran the entire length of the ship, and on the right wall was the entrance to escape pod after escape pod, at least I assumed that's what they were as each was like a little cockpit with two oddly shaped seats. I clambered into the nearest one and looked for anything I recognized.

My eyes found the red button. I knew what to do with that. I had just placed my finger on the button when a bellow sounded behind me and 'Roids, all lively once again, flung himself into my pod and started hitting me with a flurry of kicks and punches, even from his fractured arms. He hit my elbow and my finger jammed into the button. The pod was ejected in a quarter of a second of pressing the button and we were shooting through the stars away from the ship in another quarter second. As he fought me, my respect for him grew, but at the same time I pitied him. He was even more hopelessly outmatched than if he'd been carrying a ray pistol. Still, I wasn't going to humiliate him, and I reached up past his furious but weak blows and snapped his neck. Now I had the problem of limited space and a dead Ant-Lizard. Great.

You know, they don't make escape pods with comfort in mind. Or engines. I could just float. Waiting. Without water. Or food. At least I had life-support. Yeah. I was getting pretty thirsty by day two. I passed out after that. I really need to stop doing that. I miss a lot when that happens.

"Soldier Manthlel! Get up! you have a new bunkmate." Manthlel groaned. Why did squad leader Trxcl seem to try and find any excuse to wake him up? He hadn't meant to spill the bleta broth all over the commander's favorite book, really. Ok, maybe he hadn't tried all that hard to stop it, but it wasn't something he'd purposely planned out and maliciously executed. But Trxcl actually seemed to hate Manthlel for it. After all, a new bunkmate was hardly something worth waking him up over.

Manthlel changed his mind when he saw his Bunkmate. He was the strangest, smallest creature he had ever seen, although he'd heard the Corti and a few other species were shorter. Never seen them for himself. Pink skin, brown hair, short but . . . dense, and thin. It didn't look too healthy. "May I inquire as to what it is Sir?" Manthlel said carefully. He wasn't supposed to ask questions but Trxcl wasn't that strict, just a jerk.

"I wish I knew myself. We scrapped it out of an escape pod about a ric (30 minutes) ago. Medic says he's never seen the like before, but it's not like he actually has a medical scanner. We found a Fusion Scythe and a dead Robalin in the pod with him. The Robalin was wearing the insignia of a ship Captain from the Robalix war. We don't know if this thing is a criminal or a patriot, but at this point it seems like command is so desperate for men they'll take either. It didn't have any identification, or even a translator, but it can obviously fight, so they told me to find a room for it and unless it's an i***t it can be used for cannon fodder. I told them I'd take it and thought you'd be the best to look after him." Trxcl smiled. "He's your responsibility now."

"What if he attacks me!" protested Manthlel. "We don't know anything about him! What if he's a psychopath?!"

"You think he's too much to handle? For you? A hardened Dominion soldier? Please. I don't want to hear about this again."

"Yes sir." Manthlel intoned with an inward groan.

"Good." Trxcl turned on a heel, shaking his head as he retreated. "Poor thing. Doesn't even know it was just drafted into the army."