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And then he whipped out his cock, and started wacking off, because he just had the hardest erection.

Then, he fastened his seat-belt, since, ya-know, safety first.
That's why he always used condoms.

Rando being one of the last to finally make it to the ship, gets on board just in time to hear Dorf over the intercom, "Everybody on the ship, report back to the cargo area at the entrance of the ship for mission debriefing." Catching his breath, whew, made it just in time, he thought.

A few people have gathered in the cargo hold so far. Listening to the bickering, "Where the Hell is everybody else?" "I don't know", Aleksey responded with a shrug, "They should come soon enough." "Alright I'm here, we can start now."

Rando says to them, "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. Got held up in the bar, I'm sure you know how that can be", chuckling to himself.

Finally finding the cargo hold, K'thanix stood along the wall, and readied himself for whatever ill fated adventure their leaders had planned for them.

Oltu, lastly, walks into the cargo hold where the rest of the group had convened, refreshed from his meditation, he started the briefing for their job.

"I would imagine that some of you know, but some of the gangs that live of Old Earth are lead by people that live on New Earth, particularly the Jerupe gang of southern Asia. Their leader has informed us that a rival gang, the Kaghern gang, has stolen a priceless tasilman from his gang. We are going to go to Old Earth, invade the Kaghern gang's territory, retrieve the talisman and return it the Jerupe gang, in which money should be in exchange," Oltu finished informing the group, "We should be there within a matter of hours, so make yourself at home."

Oltu walks over to a radio that is hanging from the wall and picks it up, holding down the button, "Dorf, we're ready for take off. Destination: Southern Asia, territories of the Kaghern gang," Oltu's voice crackled over the intercom as he set the radio back onto the reciever.

Hopefully everything will go well on this job. Some of these people seem like they're not too experienced. I hope the good will out weigh the bad, Oltu thought to himself as he walked to the cockpit of the ship to help Dorf navigate their journey to Old Earth.

After hearing the destination, Scorpius asks Kayden, "Where is the Mess Hall?" Venom then says whats on his mind or what his stomach wants rather, "I could go for some hot wings right now."

K'thanix watched as one of the leaders explained the assignment, watched as he informed them of a vague reason as to why they were performing this task, where they would be going, and what it was that would be happening.

He would have preferred to stay quiet in the company of human whelps, but he could no longer hold his tongue.

"So... is that it? Is that all we are going on for this entire mission? Intelligence is key in a business such as this, I won't try to deny that I've played assassin before, and with this shabby level of pre-planning, you'll get every one of us killed. he said as he glared at the Troska, and quickly gazed around the room at the rest of the crew.

"From the looks of it, we'll need every advantage we'll get." he snapped, eyeing the armor and weapons of each man in the room.

Gadgets are no replacement for experience he thought to himself, he knew all too well that experience was the only thing you could truly rely on.

Scorpius starts eying up K'thanix because of what he said. "Never, ever judge a man by his looks or personality, many have met their end to either the Lieutenant's Rifle or his Dual Daggers. They thought because they had a sword and he was to close to use the rifle that the daggers wouldn't be much of an obstacle." He then looks back at Kayden, waiting patiently for him to answer the question he asked earlier.

"...you'll get every one of us killed." K'Thanix said, stopping Oltu in his tracks, "From the looks of it, we'll need every advantage we'll get."

"How dare you. Do you know who I am?" Oltu asked him, "I am Oltu Trysk a notorius bounty hunter of all the galaxies. My instructions of our mission is not to be judged. I have planned plenty of mission just as easy as this one, most missions have been ten times more difficult than this one. Do not judge me, my men, or my leadership when you clearly do not know."

Oltu turned in disgust at K'Thanix's judgement of him and how he leads the group of bounty hunters, headed for the cockpit again.

Trylk sat a listened to the briefing A little vague, He thought Oh well as long as I get paid.

Suddenly the Reptylia stood up and looked at Oltu, "So... is that it? Is that all we are going on for this entire mission? Intelligence is key in a business such as this, I won't try to deny that I've played assassin before, and with this shabby level of pre-planning, you'll get every one of us killed. he said as he glared at the Troska, and quickly gazed around the room at the rest of the crew.

"From the looks of it, we'll need every advantage we'll get." he snapped, looking at everybody, as if he was thier superior.

Trylk felt his blood begin to boil, his face turned a beat red. "Boy, do you know who you are talking too?!" he erupted "You think you have all the expirence in the world, your fresh out of your mommas house! I've been fighting in wars since you were nothing more than a wet dream of your daddy! I'm the reason you were able to sleep at night knowing that your planet wasn't going to get blown to bits! So, I suggest you sit down and shut that ugly ass face of yours up before I blow it all the way back to that shit stain planet you came from!" Trylk said as he looked the Reptilia directly in the eyes, waiting for a response.

"Boy, do you know who you are talking too?! You think you have all the expirence in the world, your fresh out of your mommas house! I've been fighting in wars since you were nothing more than a wet dream of your daddy! I'm the reason you were able to sleep at night knowing that your planet wasn't going to get blown to bits! So, I suggest you sit down and shut that ugly ass face of yours up before I blow it all the way back to that shit stain planet you came from!" He spun around, looking around the room to see which one of these men was dense enough to speak. He noticed the reddened face of one of the humans, and looked him straight in the eyes.

"In my society, I never had a "momma", or a "house", I had a clan, and I killed for that clan since the day I was born. Which, by the way, was a much earlier date than yourself. In case you didn't know, Reptylians are longer lived than your pathetically fragile race." he scoffed, and remembered the days he spent defending his homeworld from these humans, spilling their blood in victory, and eating the remains of the hated interlopers.

"You're people WERE the reason I could not sleep at night, I HAD TO KILL YOUR KIND TO DEFEND IT, AND I WOULDN'T HESITATE TO RESUME MY DUTIES AS EXECUTIONER IN THIS ROOM!" spittle flew from his fangs as he yelled, his scales turned a deep scarlet as his muscles flexed in anticipation of this man making the first move.

"You take that tone with me again boy, and your family will not find your remains."

"Boy, do you know who you are talking too?! You think you have all the expirence in the world, your fresh out of your mommas house! I've been fighting in wars since you were nothing more than a wet dream of your daddy! I'm the reason you were able to sleep at night knowing that your planet wasn't going to get blown to bits! So, I suggest you sit down and shut that ugly ass face of yours up before I blow it all the way back to that shit stain planet you came from!" He spun around, looking around the room to see which one of these men was dense enough to speak. He noticed the reddened face of one of the Troska, and stared him down.

"In my society, I never had a "momma", or a "house", I had a clan, and I killed for that clan since the day I was born. At least in my society, we keep the weak for slaves. Our young don't need to sell out to humans if they are born without our natural abilities. he sneered, hoping it stung the insolent Troska.

"You're people WERE the reason I could not sleep at night, I HAD TO KILL YOUR KIND TO DEFEND IT, AND I WOULDN'T HESITATE TO RESUME MY DUTIES AS EXECUTIONER IN THIS ROOM!" spittle flew from his fangs as he yelled, his scales turned a deep scarlet as his muscles flexed in anticipation of this man making the first move.

"You take that tone with me again boy, and your family will not find your remains."

"You two are acting like a couple and you've never even met until today... How cute!" Zip cackled then got out of his seat.

"I realize you are both so-called 'almighty warriors' but I have never heard of either of you. I also think that if you creatures were smart that you wouldn't be bickering now and would rather be preparing for the mission ahead."

Zip pulled out a thermos and began to sip some black tea.

"In my society, I never had a "momma", or a "house", I had a clan, and I killed for that clan since the day I was born. At least in my society, we keep the weak for slaves. Our young don't need to sell out to humans if they are born without our natural abilities. he sneered, hoping it stung the insolent Troska.

"You're people WERE the reason I could not sleep at night, I HAD TO KILL YOUR KIND TO DEFEND IT, AND I WOULDN'T HESITATE TO RESUME MY DUTIES AS EXECUTIONER IN THIS ROOM!" spittle flew from his fangs as he yelled, his scales turned a deep scarlet as his muscles flexed in anticipation of this man making the first move.

"You take that tone with me again boy, and your family will not find your remains."


The Troskca laughed and began to circle the Reptilia "Boy you really don't know who you are talking to do ya?" He in a calm and cool voice, "I have had over 100 years of training in live combat situations, for all you know I could have planted an explosive on you without your knowing," the Troskca continued, "Let me give you a history lesson, since your ignorance seems to surpass even that of a Gamad." The Troskca pulled out a cigarette and lit it, took a long drag and still continued, "You see about 150 years ago your kind was enslaved by none other than the Rydons. Now we, The New Earths Marine Corps. actually went in, and saved your asses. We drove the Rydons out of your pathetic excuse for a planet and set you free. About 50 years later your planet made a formal threat on New Earth, now of course we didn't take that lightly so we traveled to your planet to tried and PEACEFULLY resolve the conflict. We were greeted by a hail of gunfire, thus starting the 50 year war between New Earth and Fauna." He took another drag from his cigarette. "So think before you speak boy, it wasn't our fault you grew up in a living Hell, you have your own kind to blame for that." The Troskca said as he took walked back to his seat.

"And apparently you are not aware of the countless Reptylian lives that were lost in the process of "freeing" us, if that's what you call it." he shot back, remembering the ancient texts that spoke of the collateral damage, the Reptylian soldiers forced into the front lines of battle, and of the thousands of slaves that were taken back to earth.

"At the end of the day, I can still take comfort in being equal with the rest of my race, Khete." he grinned as he spoke, hoping that this ancient word would have meaning to the Troskan soldier.

"I realize you are both so-called 'almighty warriors' but I have never heard of either of you. I also think that if you creatures were smart that you wouldn't be bickering now and would rather be preparing for the mission ahead." a man said from the other end of the table.

K'thanix simply glanced over, and bared his fangs before leaving the room, tired of the company he was with.

Nobody had better have fucked with my bunk....

Just before K'thanix turned to leave, Venom stood up, calmly put away his rifle that he was cleaning, and bellowed, "Everybody shut the fucking hell up! If you say you have the skills you say you have, prove it on the mission. Otherwise, nobody wants to hear any goddamn whining, or I will shove each and every one of ya's weapons up their respective asses. Stop saying who's who and all that goddamn nonsense. I am fucking tired of this bullshit. Now, before I leave. Where the fuck is the kitchen?" Scorpius jumps off Venom's shoulder and scurries for cover, knowing what kind of mood Venom plunged into.

With Oltu in the cockpit and the auto pilot set for their destination, Dorf decides to get up and move about the ship some. Running into a shouting match, Dorf hesitantly walks into the cargo bay with the bulk of the other passengers. After listening to the fight and seeing K'thanix stomp off, Dorf hears Lt. Venom ask where the kitchen was so he could get some hot wings.

"The kitchen is down here to the left. Follow me."

Dorf began waling down the hallway looking over at lt. venom and his weird mechanical scorpion which was far beyond Dorf's understanding.

"Trust me, these are going to be the best hot wings you've had this side of Bormunth." Dorf announced to Lt. Venom. " Although, the best wings come from my home planet." Dorf added while whispering.

Upon reachinC the mess hall, Dorf saw a bottle of whiskey which had already had a drink taken from it. Dorf walked over to the whiskey, Took a swing straight from the bottle and put it back.

"Where were we again, ah yes, hot wings" Dorf exclaimed to his eating partner. Dorf reached into a giant vacuum-like tube and pulled out a plate of 500 wings. He sat the plate down onto a table and went back to the tube for some more.

After pulling out another 500 wings Dorf looked over at Lt. Venom and asked "How many do you want?"

Looking at the Hot wings, Venom could only say, "I'll umm... eat them all. God, they smell good. After your planet traveling to this is over..." Realizing his mistake and exposing his weakness. Quickly said "Sorry, what I meant to say was, thanks for showing me the kitchen and getting the wings. After this is over, I shall travel to your planet and eat some." Venom then hands a wing to Scorpius and puts a few on the side so if he wants more, he can. He then digs into his pile with a fervor.

"Khete."

The Troskcan looked up at the Reptilia as he exited the room. The word kept repeating itself in his head, Khete...... Khete........ Khete...... The Troskcan began to think back to his childhood. Those days he spent at school before he was taken by the Earth family. He remembers the kid's hurtful words, "You're nothing but a Khete." "Stupid Khete!" "Run from the Khete!!" THe word tore through him like a knife tears flesh. The painful memories of his childhood were begining to overwhelm him.

"I'm gonna turn in for the night." Trylk said as he walked back to the bunk area silently.

Standing in complete awe. Wow these two really seem to be out to get each other, he thought as K'Thanix left the cargo bay.

"Well, it seems we have some hot-headed characters onboard with us. Looks like this is going to be an interesting trip," Rando exclaimed.

"I'm off to go rest and ready myself for our misson, while you all fight it out on who is better. We'll see who's better when the blood starts to spill." Rando stated as he walked off to find a quite area to meditate.

Dorf, impressed with the eating capacity of Lt. Venom, grabbed another 1,000 wings for himself. He sat down next to his new eating buddy and dug in. Within a matter of minutes, Dorf had devoured the feast in front of him. Eating everything, including the bones, Dorf let out a humongous belch.

*BUUUURRRRPPPP*

The force of the belch blowing open a few of the cabinets in the room.

"Well, that was a great midnight snack" Dorf told Lt. Venom.

"I think I am going to make sure the ships o.k. and then hit the hay." Dorf informed Venom as he stretched out all four of his arms and yawned. Dorf headed back to the cock pit just to make sure the autopilot was still engaged and on course. He then retreated to his private quarters and hurled himself onto his gigantic bed.

As Dorf laid in his bed he thought to himself "Tomorrow should be an interesting day"