Chosen Bantha Thunder (Mooney)

[Dutch]

It wasn't uncommon for the Jewel to get boring jobs. Mere transports or caravan guarding were usual favorites of the crew, less getting shot at and screaming, more napping and watching the prized nerf that needed to be transported in this case. Ruck had rather enjoyed the large animal's company. When it was his turn to feed it, Ruck would share meals with the creature. One bite to the nerf, one to him. The Gar wasn't entirely sure what the food was, but it was musty and tasted like gizka feet.

Palas had insisted that Ruck go for some fresh air though once they had touched down on Commenor. She seemed to recognize that a Ruw were physically dependent creatures, and too much time sitting cramped in the hold eating the other crew's trash and belongings had gotten a little too much for the rest of the crew's nerves.

And so Ruck found himself wandering a busy street market. Smells of food and beings wafted all about the Gar's face, making his eyelids droop and tendrils twist over each other in delight. He was definitely much less xenophobic than the rest of his race. Ruck didn't see other races as ugly, or grotesque, instead he saw new races to meet, eat, and spawn with. Sure, spawning with non Gar wasn't productive, and probably unhealthy for anyone unlucky or drunk enough to do it with Ruck, but it was still enjoyable to him anyway.

Suddenly the loud wail of music caught Ruck's attention, and he jumped a few feet straight up in shock. Many beings outside the cantina where the music was coming from jumped and pointed in shock as Ruck nearly cleared some of their heads with a single jump of fright. However, as soon as the smell of the cantina hit Ruck's tendrils, he cooed with happiness. The salty smell of sweat, sex, drugs and other intoxicating smells drew the Gar down the steps into the cantina easily.

Ruck had no problem seeing in the dim cantina, his antennae waved about as it picked out head signatures, and in tandem with his olfactory tentacles, could easily see every inhabitant. As soon as he saw the bar- a large circular one that sat right in the middle of the cantina- Ruck made a b-line for it. As he strode over to it he peered around some more. This place was packed this evening, the dance floor was crammed with hot, writhing bodies. Ruck could see the heat waterfall off all their forms, and clacked in appreciation of the beauty of the sight. Speaking of beauty...

He slid up to one of the only free spots at the bar and stepped over the knocked out patron that lay next to it. Someone had punched him in the face so hard it took him out, his purple and red eye a testament to what happened. Ruck cooed a little as he stepped up to the bar and stared at the platinum blonde that sat in the seat next to him.

"Chi'kti..."

Cooed the Gar in his native tongue. One wouldn't understand the exact word, but the way Ruck softly groaned it, one could get the idea. He grabbed the Rodian behind the bar and pulled him over to the pair. Ruck growled gently and waggled his antennae towards the surprised bartender.

"Big Ruck need two STRONG happy juice for Handsome Ruck and Good Smell Lady."

Clacked Ruck in broken basic as he gestured to the blonde. The Rodian chuckled to himself knowingly and nodded. He spoke a language Ruck didn't recognize and began to get to work. Several bottles of mysterious liquids were spun and poured into the two glasses, a couple of the liquids actually seemed to glow in the dim light. A few shots of some foul smelling liquid later, and the Rodian placed the two glasses in front of Ruck and the woman. He said something Ruck didn't understand and laughed as he walked away.

A second bartender, a zeltron, walked over to them and flashed a roguish grin.

"Brave people, that's the strongest drink on Commenor. Enjoy: Chosen Bantha Thunder."

[Moonfire]

POW!... Thud.

A surly drunken man toppled from his seat, eye swelling steadily. Hopping from her seat Kailani Quix loomed over the man, appraising her work.

"Yeah! And stay down!" Shouted the tiny blonde woman, standing tall over the unconscious man, laughing proudly before holding up her drink, green eyes flicking over the crowded cantina. The patrons only stared, unsure of why the petite human decided to knock out the handsy-male, silently disregarding the situation.

"A round of drinks, for mah friends!" She shouted, louder this time, slamming the credits onto the cold steely table. A sudden enthusiastic cheer rang out across the bar, the ale spilling out amongst the crowd.

Kailani had settled into the dive not but fifteen minutes before, the Bohemian docking for the night, goods to be sold to some black market contacts later in the evening. Kai's services as a translator weren't needed, so with a tip of her imaginary hat she was out, into the Commenor night. In no time the woman found herself in the cantina, settled with a large amount of rum and tequila blended together into pure perfection.

It was an uneventful ten minutes as she took several shots before a hand clamped firmly on her posterior and as she turned and smiled at the extremely forward man, enjoying the attention. The drunken man, while entertaining swiftly became annoying as he grabbed and pulled her closer. With a sudden earth shattering rip the loose cloth of her top ripped, revealing the pale white skin above the black corset.

Kailani could forgive the *ss grabbing, but tearing her top? That was going too far. With a swift punch to the eye he was down. The patrons settled down, enjoying their celebratory beers as the Gar Naal entered the bar, receiving a few choice looks in the process.

The blonde pirate though was busy chugging away, downing shot after shot as another person slide into the empty seat beside her. A low groan, barely coherent fluttered over her shoulder and with it Kailani turned, a wolfish grin spread across her face.

Ruck, as he called himself grabbing the Rodian bartender and ordering drinks, was unlike anything else Kailani had ever seen. Bug-like was the first thought and then slowly it dawned on her. He was buying her a drink.

"This is f*ckin' rich." The curly haired woman laughed uproariously, tears streaming down her face as the bartender went about making strong happy juice.

The drink, a concoction so complicated and colorful and it glowed, quite literally glowed. Kailani's liver cried out in joy.

"Thank you, Handsome Ruck." Kailani said holding up the mixture and sniffing it curiously. "Though, I has a feelin' this is one 'em Not-fer-humans drinks."

[Dutch]

Ruck cooed hoarsely at the blonde woman's words. His antennae waggled in her general direction to better pick up on who she was. They moved mere inches away before her face and Ruck clacked. With a nod he nabbed his glass and poured the entire drink straight down his gullet before crunching down on the glass. A couple crunches later and Ruck swallowed the entire glass.

"MORE!"

Roared Ruck and slammed his hands on the bar, making glasses and plates of food chink. Several of the more inebriated patrons roared back in approval and Ruck called out with them. He gurgled happily as the happy juice began to hit him. Ruck clacked his jaws in satisfaction, and whuffed a slight chuckle to himself at how messed up this tiny woman must be if he in his nearly eight foot tall glory started feeling it. He shook his heads and felt his tendrils start to go slightly relaxed at the feeling of the booze flooding his system.

"Ruck very strong. Ruck flew forty hops a time."

Bragged the Gar. He didn't realize that the woman would probably have no clue what he meant by that statement. On the grand fleet of the Gar Naal, females would literally drop eggs to be fertilized by him. A normal Ruw could jump about 30 hops, or feet in basic. It was a brazen sign of masculinity and good genes.

He shifted his spindly but powerful body to better face the female as another lethal dose of their beverage was placed in front of them. Ruck cooed in delight and once more poured the drink down his gullet before feeling the glass with his olfactory tendrils. Then in another swift chomp Ruck smashed the glass into his mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully.

"Pretty spawnful female has name?"

Asked the Gar, his eyes beginning to relax a bit and his antennae slightly drooping. His shell felt warmed from the mystery drink, and he slapped his hand back on the bar for more drinks/snacks for them. Well, for Ruck at least. How was he supposed to know the glasses weren't meant for eating too?

[Moonfire]

Kailani sniffed the drink, vaguely considering sipping from the radioactive beverage. It even smelled dangerous, a sour scent of strong alcohol and fruit with a hint of bitter. With a tilt of her head she watched as the large, but spindly Gar lifted the glass, flailing facial appendages and antenna as he slurped. The drink was gone in what appeared to be a single gulp before Ruck took a crunching bite of the glass.

Eyebrow cocked, wheels and gears spun within Kailani's curl covered skull. The creature obviously had a superior digestive system to her own hearty, but nevertheless painfully human one. A wide grin moved silently across as the idea hatched and unfurled its glowing wings. She always had a fondness for experimenting. Twisting in her seat as Ruck demanded another glass with a bang, causing her own glass to quiver and spill a meager amount over the rim, leaving a luminescent trail as it glided down to the counter in a little pool, she smiled winningly at the human man, at least twice her size beside her.

"Hey thar, stud. Wanna do me a solid?" She asked, propping her face in her hand, elbow resting against the bar.

The man's eyebrows raised in a soundless question, eyes falling to her face before slowly moving elsewhere, lingering as a wide smile crossed his pockmarked face.

Kailani returned the grin, a single finger guiding the drink across the bar surface until it stood proudly between them. His eyes flicked down to the cocktail, a look of confusion as the man struggled to understand what she could possibly want.

"Give 'er a taste." She said, wiggling her fingers provocatively around the glass. The man, obviously drunk took the large glass in hand and laughed, if a pretty woman asked, who was he to refuse? Taking a large sip the man's face glazed over for a long moment, his laughter gone before he slumped over, dead as a doornail. Instant alcohol poisoning at its finest.

Prodding the corpse with a finger tip Kailani laughed heartily before shoving the drink away, turning back to Ruck as he bragged.

"Forty whole hops?" She echoed, voice full of awe and wonder. Of course Kailani didn't have the faintest idea what the hell a hop was, but it certainly sound impressive. Plus is never hurt to keep the large, glass eating, multiple livered bug before happy, perhaps she'd get a couple more drinks out of him. Something her puny human liver could handle with out insta-death.

"Yer, pullin' my leg! Forty hops. Now that's impressive." Kailani's tone incredibly serious as she spoke, as though it were the most fantastic story she had ever heard. With a tilt of her head and a tap of the counter she ordered an ale, motioning to put it on whatever tab the towering bug had built up.

"Kailani Quix, at yer service, Handsome Ruck." She said with a nod of her blonde head as he continued to chew on the second glass in her hand. This was going to be an excellent night.

[Dutch]

Ruck nodded emphatically at how impressed the blonde seemed to be. He mimicked with his left hand and with two fingers wiggling they ran on the bar before he launched the hand-legs across the bar and towards Kailani. They landed just in front of her and Ruck growled in approval at his perfect imitation. He clacked and a coo he twisted his olfactory tendrils together in sign of happiness as the woman introduced herself.

"Kailaaanee Qweex"

Growled Ruck in a low voice. He liked that name. It was very Gar in its formation. The lanky crustacean leaned a bit closer, one of his eyes slightly wider than the other as the powerful alcohol coursed its way through his system. He could tell tonight was going to end well. Most nights ended well for Ruck whenever the Jewel was at port. One of his favorite things in this galaxy was meeting new people, getting to know them, then maybe fighting them, killing them, or spawning with them. Whatever. No matter what, Ruck ended having a good time.

It was while Ruck was lost in thought, that he didn't notice the Epicanthix and several of his friends move behind Ruck and Kailani. Ruck felt something tap his outer carapace and he moved bleary eyes and lose antennae over to the man that to Ruck's surprise, was able to look him in the eyes. Ruck blinked slowly and clacked in curiosity.

"Ruck make friend?"

Asked the Gar. The massive, mo-hawked human turned to his goons and bellowed a deep laughter. Ruck stared at them and began to twirl his tendrils and growl with laughter too. Apparently he had made some friends, and hadn't even tried to. Not surprising though, Ruck was very strong, and very full of spawn jelly. Who wouldn't want to be friend's with him? The Epicanthix spoke.

"You're a funny one, just look at you, thinking you got a chance with that fine little piece right there? Obviously you're a spacer, 'cause everyone here knows that this cantina is my gang's place. And y'know what? We don't take kindly to nonhuman creatures hitting on our women."

The giant man cracked his massive knuckles menacingly at Ruck and laughed along with his cronies. He kicked his arm back to punch Ruck. His arm swung but was thrown off target. Ruck had deflected the man's punch with a quick flick of his right hand and his eyes narrowed. Why was it every human thought that every nonhuman was nothing but scum? Why did they fear generous and clever Ruck? He growled lowly and clacked.

"Queex not piece. Queex friend. Queex make Ruck happy. Big-hair man does not."

The Epicanthix got a taste of a martial art guaranteed never to have been seen on Commenor before. He clacked angrily and his eyes widened as his left leg struck out to snap the Epicanthix' right knee. The man howled in surprise and began to collapse forward, but Ruck was too quick. Another left kick knocked the Epicanthix backwards and before the man had time to fall over Ruck swung his body to land a round house kick to the man's jaw.

The large man fell flat on his back with a thud and Ruck stepped once towards them and smacked his chest's carapace defiantly, his eyes narrowed and his mandibles worked in frustration. Fools always underestimated others, and this man was no different, and was thus knocked down a peg. His goons went to his aid and helped the big human up. The mo-hawked man glared at Ruck for a moment before grinning widely. Chairs squawked as several other patrons rose from their seats to stand behind the Epicanthix.

Ruck pushed his chest out in defiance once more, and was about to challenge them all on, when his stomachs began to make a strange, squishing gurgling sound. Ruck then tilted his head with confusion. Then he projectile vomited all over the Epicanthix and a few of his men. Shards of glass and sprays of noxious fluid showered them. Ruck took a step back in surprise, his tendrils bunched at the sour smells and flavors, and blinked twice. The men stood there, coated in glowing fluids, their expressions shocked by the sudden spray. The Epicanthix glared, then spoke.

"Kill this frakkin' bug!"

Yet another bar room brawl for Ruck it seemed...

[Moonfire]

Kailani was laughing heartily as the Gar Naal repeated her name, his loud voice bold as he stretched out the syllables, teasing her ears as she sipped at the large frothy drink before her. Ruck seemed to space out, the drink obviously effecting him heavily, he had downed three of them already, and she for one was amazed he was still standing. Taking the lull in activity Kailani twisted about in her seat, regarding the corpse beside her.

With light fingers she rifled through the pockets of his coat, kindly relieving him of his wallet, fancy silver lighter and a pack of cigarettes before shoving the body onto the floor and ontop of the unconscious creeper from earlier with a pleasant thud.

Flipping the small carton over in her hands the girl's face twist in disgust.

"Bloodstripes? Bleh," Grace fingers withdrew a single cigarette, a long thin strip of red across the paper of the smoke showed as she slipped it between her pink colored lips.

"I'mma more of a Corellia Slims kinda gurl meself." She muttered, flicking the shining lighter on and lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag as the burly mohawked dude appeared. Ruck, awakened from his dazed inquired on the status of his friendship with the spacer.

How. F*ckin'. Adorable.

"You're a funny one, just look at you, thinking you got a chance with that fine little piece right there? Obviously you're a spacer, 'cause everyone here knows that this cantina is my gang's place. And y'know what? We don't take kindly to nonhuman creatures hitting on our women."

A wisp of greyish smoke seeped from between Kailani's teeth, lips curled up in a grin as she lightly twirled the cigarette in hand. Ruck jumped to her defense quickly, expressing how happy the petite woman made him. More adorableness. As his argument with the burly Epicanthix or Human or whatever became physical, the large Gar handled dispatched him with grace Kailani slipped the cigarette between her lips once more, silent as she stood up in her chair and jumped, almost entirely unnoticed onto the bar counter.

She stood there for a only a moment, laughing heartily before taking another drag off the vile smoke as Ruck spewed the rancid contents of his stomach over the gang and with a growl the massive man issued an order of attack on poor Handsome Ruck.

One of the thankfully clean men followed the command first, vibro-knife in hand as he lunged towards Ruck.

"KYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAH!" Kailani cried out, voice high and shrill as she jumped through the air, careening onto the broad shoulders of the gang member.

"What the frell?" The man shouted as the woman gripped and wiggled and stepped over his shoulders punching him hard about the face before plucking the lit cigarette from between her lips and putting it out on the tender exposed flesh of his neck.

"I dunno who the hell ya think ya're, but I don't appreciate ya pickin' on mah friend, Handsome Ruck 'ere." She cooed into his ear, loud enough for nearby patrons to hear before punching him hard, a quick practice jab to the skull.

[Dutch]

In his drunken haze, Ruck never even noticed the little blonde climb onto the bar. He was just shifting his weight to cave in the attacker's ribcage when a flying Quix launched from behind him and began to attack. Ruck's eyes flew open in surprise and his facial tendrils lifted also in surprise. He watched her begin her savage little assault, and felt his spirits lift. A looker, and a fighter. The Ancestors blessed his spawn bladder tonight, that was for certain.

"YI'TA! Queex vala'tana'ira! Blarg'ta itou'kek!'"

Ruck couldn't help but exclaim in his native tongue. He flexed his arms and cried out with his olfactory tendrils flailing before he launched forward into the fray as well. With a surprising amount of grace Ruck spun a pirouette and lanced his powerful legs at two of the thugs, their jaws cracking audibly as the Gar's feet collided with their soft flesh. As he spun Ruck reached out to grab the bar stool Kailani had just been sitting on minutes before.

The Gar landed and instantly began to swing the seat around wildly. Heads were knocked and limbs damaged from Ruck's assault. He cooed and laughed bawdily at how poorly these thugs fought. It was embarrassing for such a spawnful specimen like Ruck to waste his talents on them. They weren't enough. Just like earlier, Ruck inhaled deeply into his three lungs as he kicked a human so hard his legs both broke, then bellowed:

"MORE! RUCK NEED MORE!"

He quickly nabbed Kailani up into his lanky, strong arms. The eight foot tall Gar held the tiny blonde over his head like some sort of trophy, and once more bellowed.

"QUEEX NEED MORE TOO!"

And with that tossed her into a crowd of onlookers. The bar exploded officially. Like some massive orgy of violence, the cantina was filled with the writhing bodies of fists, kicks, weapons, and even a few blasters. Ruck threw himself headlong into the group that he also tossed Kailani in, and headbutted a Twi'lek out of the way to get next to her.

"Chik'ti! Ruck Le'lena'ha!"

Once more he clacked and growled out in his language, and if Kailani had any idea what he had said, even she probably would have blushed. Ruck spun a roundhouse kick to stop a man from stabbing Kailani in the back, and Ruck danced around on his feet and let out a few mock kicks and punches before stopping deadly still, and his eyes widened.

"KWAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

He shrieked before once more began his spinning and lashing dance of violence. Bones snapped. Blood spattered. It was glorious. Ruck stopped dead in his tracks when the tell tale shriek of a blaster sounded, and was absorbed by his shell, with barely a mark to show it happened. He slowly spun to look down at the short, hairy man that had just shot him. The man stared at Ruck in disbelief. It never stopped entertaining Ruck to see the reactions of humans and their pointless technology. He would show them a true weapon. His hand went to his right hip as Ruck's lower arms snapped in anticipation.

The pistol he drew didn't look much different than any others that could be seen in the galaxy. Had a handle, a trigger, a barrel. It was just a hazardous orange in color, and had a small tank of something attached just in front of the trigger.

"This real weapon, this Strong Ruck's. Bye bye."

Ruck thumbed the switch to the pistol's secondary fire, and wiggled his olfactory tendrils before he pulled the trigger. From the handheld weapon a hissing sound echoed out before finally with a roar akin to an angry krayt dragon, a cone of bright blue flames enveloped the fat man, his features instantly crisping at the intense fire that bellowed from the weapon for a couple seconds, killing three others that were trying to back the fat man up. Ruck cooed happily and released the trigger, and then holstered the gun.

The entire cantina had stopped, and stared at the four ashed bodies. Apparently, and unsurprisingly, this planet had never had any Gar Naal expeditions come to it. Thus, none had ever seen the impressive weaponry wielded by the foreigners. All eyes seemed to be on Ruck as he stood there and blinked at them confusedly. He looked at Quix and whirled his antennae in a circle- a Gar Naal shrug.

"Qweex think Big Ruck go to much?"

[Moonfire]

Kailani's brutal bashing of the thug eventually lead to the ground, his face a reddish pulp that stained her studded gloves, which she quickly wiped off on his shirt, taking the moment to rummage through his pockets. Another wallet found itself tucked nicely into her cleavage, obscured from view when the unfortunate man's girlfriend got her hands on Kailani.

The woman, a very upset looking balosar grabbed a fistful of Kailani's curls, twisting her around, blaster ready to meet her face when a bar stool suddenly smashed into the upset woman. Kailani couldn't help but laugh, with luck like that a casino run tonight might not be such a bad idea. But that was an idea for later, there were more... pressing matters at hand.

Ruck had gone into a frenzy, the bar in a complete brawl with a boom her demanded more, more skulls to bash and faces to pound. Another smile struck Kailani's face as she kicked out, tripping another thug before swinging to punch him in the face, but her fist met nothing but air as the spindly fingers of the Gar wrapped about her waist, hoisting her up over the crowd.

The view was spectacular. People tumbling and tossing, brawling and shouting, music to the spacer's ears and a feast for the eyes. She laughed, squirming her petite body in his grasp before being tossed unceremoniously into a crowd of unsuspecting people.

The world exploded into a flurry of hands and fists and faces and limbs around Kailani as she came crashing, feet first into them. Her boots struck a person perfectly in the face, knocking the pair to the ground in a tangle of flailing limbs, angering the people around them. Fists flew on the wings of old grudges and quick tempers and in the middle of all of it Kailani Quix rejoiced. A hard blow struck her face, glancing off and into the person next to her, the violent mosher tumbling over her and into the next person. Precariously balanced against someone else Kailani kicked out, pushing back the massive being whose arms reached out for her, some terrible one eyed creature, an Abyssian maybe, shoving him back away.

A twi'lek woman flew past Kailani's shoulder, knocked out of the way as a path seemed to open up beside her, the towering bug, Handsome Ruck back at her side. "Hellz yeah!" Kailani shouted, throwing an arm up for a sort of highfive when Ruck struck out, kicking away a disgruntled man, the one she had knocked unconscious before, a dirty rusted knife in hand.

Ruck entered some sort of martial arts position and Kailani took this as a sign to back away, watching as he turned into a flurry of limbs, a circle of gore and wreckage appearing before him, ripping apart whoever dared to enter his space. During this time, hidden in the confusion of the fight, and all current enemies eliminated Kailani did the only sane things a girl of stature could do.

She started raiding the bar.

With a hop she jumped over the unprotected counter, appraising the wide variety of alcohols and liquors as she crouched low and out of site. Oh the wondrous things they hid behind the bar, waiting for some fool to pay for their over priced booze. Sure she had no real way of transporting any of this, her bag sitting somewhere neglected on the ship of The Bohemian, but it'd be a shame not to try. Her fingers flew across the bottles, grabbing them at random, merely glancing at their placement. She had spent enough time around bars to know the rankings and the inner workings of bar tending. The most expensive and most frequently ordered had their places.

Before long she had quite a few bottles and only so many hands, her eyes darting about as she took a long swig from a whiskey bottle for grabbing the nearby ice chest and tossing its contents out over the bar and into the crowd before ducking back low and scooping her bottles, tinkling pleasantly, within.

A sudden silence filled the room as Kailani jumped back over the counter, clutching a rather heavy ice cooler in hand, a stand off between Ruck and some fool with a blaster. Even Kailani, perhaps not the sharpest spoon in the cabinet, could tell that a meager blaster wouldn't do much against the exoskeleton of Ruck.

Within moments the altercation was over in a storm of hellfire, which received a loud whistle of appreciation from the woman, a smile spread wide across her face as Ruck innocently asked a question.

A hand still latched on the heavy cooler of stolen booze, Kailani smiled brightly.

"Naw, I thought that was rather appropriate."

[Dutch]

"Chi'kti, Queex. Ruck agree."

Ruck clacked as his eyes smiled at her back. One that approved of overwhelming force in the face of violence? And had a giant chest in front of her? As well as one filled with happy juice? Oh Ancestors... blessed be the Steel, and Ruck's spawn bladder. And boy was that bladder reaching capacity. He looked back to the crowd now. The entire cantina still stared at them, but apparently, some of the staff didn't quite appreciate Kailani's raid.

Blaster clicked and whirred as both staff and gang members all began drawing firearms. Ruck did the same. This time though, he didn't reach for either pistol on his hips, but instead reached to the small of his back where a strange looking mechanism sat. His spindly fingers traced onto the object which jumped to life at his touch. With clicks, whirs and crackles what looked like a mere hunk of junk jolted with electricity. In mere second Ruck was holding in his hands a weapon truly unlike anything Commenor had ever seen. Its stock wasn't unlike a normal assault rifle, except where the rifle barrel, sights, and carbine should have been, was what looked like a layered pillar with a point at the end, with white electricity dancing and arcing around the weapon.

"Itou'aup!"

Clacked Ruck in warning and aimed the rifle slightly high before pulling the trigger. Static electricity could be felt in the air around Ruck as he fired, a pure white bolt of lightning arced out and fried a womp rat that was hiding up in the rafters. It literally turned inside out before it dropped to the floor. Ruck huffed in laughter and motioned with one of his minor hands for Kailani to get behind him. He began to back out of the bar, gesturing threateningly with his rifle at them to stay back.

Once he was sure they were cleared to leave the door, he stowed away the lightning rifle again. Ruck turned to Kailani and snatched the chest from her. His eyes widened as he looked into the crowd though. It seemed the gang had called reinforcements. Reinforcements with blasters. Lots of blasters. Ruck flailed his antennae at Kailani before he cried out

"QUEEX RUN!"

He turned and began to bound away down the street, periodically stopping to wait for Kailani to keep up. Silly humans and their lack of jumping abilities. How did they ever get anyway with those stout, weak legs? Never made sense to Dashing Ruck... never made sense...