Ravagers Weakness

3

*TJ P.O.V.*

I slowly opened my eyes and jumped in surprise. I was surrounded by a huge fluffy white thing. I shoved it off my head and looked around. I was still in Ogord's room that much was clear.

As I looked around I spotted my hammock in the corner. I blinked rapidly, trying to figure out what was going on. Then I heard a grunt behind me. I gasped and fell off the bunk.

"What the... Oh TJ, get back up here." Ogord grumbled.

He pulled me up and tucked me under his arm. I whined and pushed at his arm. He chuckled and lifted his arm up. I scrambled up and climbed off the bunk. My feet hit the ground and I stumbled over to the washroom.

"I can't reach." I grunted.

I stood on tiptoe trying to reach the door's activation button. I heard a grumble from behind me. Then the blankets shifted and two feet thumped onto the ground. The door opened and I was nudged forward.

"I'll have to fix that for ya kid." Ogord muttered. "When you're done you can hop back in your hammock if you want."

I just nodded and stumbled into the bathroom. I did my business and walked back to the door. It opened automatically and I walked back into the room. Ogord muttered something about a bright light and turned away from the open door.

I quickly shut the door and peered into the darkroom. I whimpered quietly and slowly started walking across the floor. I held my hand out in front of me. It landed on something soft, I slowly patted the object. It had to be Ogords bunk.

I scrambled up and moved to the top of the blankets. I pulled them back and snuggled back under them. I heard an amused huff behind me. Then a gentle hand on my head.

"Go back to sleep kid." Ogord said. "I won't let nothing harm ya."

"'Kay daddy." I replied sleepily.

*Next Morning*

When I woke up Ogord was sitting at the foot of his bunk. I rubbed my eyes and looked him over. He looked like he hadn't slept all night. I pulled myself out of the blankets and crawled over to him.

"Morning kid, sleep well?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I kept you awake, dad." I replied. "I can call you dad right?"

"Mmhm, I took the title when I took you in. Might as well use it."

I smiled and hugged him as best I could. I felt him tense up then relax. He gently patted my arm and suddenly stood up. Taking me with him. I giggled in shock as he walked around the ship.

"Uh Captain, ya have someone 'anging from ya back." Martinex stated.

"Oh yeah, eh it's probably the kid." Ogord replied nonchalantly. "She's most likely wanting breakfast."

"Yes, please." I said, poking my head over his shoulder.

Martinex chuckled and nodded. He walked ahead of Ogord and started prepping some food. Ogord easily picked me off his back and set me on a chair. Martinex set a plate of food in front of me and sat down as well.

He smiled and nodded toward the food. I slowly picked up my fork and poked at the food. Ogord chuckled and took the fork from me. He made a point of taking a small bite from each piece of food.

"There, see it's all good food." He said.

I smiled and grabbed my fork back and began practically inhaling my food. Ogord grunted and took the fork away again. I grabbed at it trying to get it back. He shook his head and pulled my plate toward him. Then he chopped the food into smaller bites.

"There, now she won't choke." He stated.

Martinex nodded and stood up. He set a cup of juice in front of me. I stared at the drink in amazement. I looked between Martinex and Ogord. They both nodded toward it.

I slowly picked the cup up and took a small drink. My eyes went wide at the flavor that met my tongue. I chugged the rest of the drink down. Causing some of the drink to spill on my suit. Ogord chuckled and picked up a napkin.

He wiped my chin and the front of my suit off. Then he went and got himself some breakfast. He sat down beside me and began eating his food. I put my fork down and stared at his plate.

"No T.J. this is my food." He said.

"A bite?" I asked.

I pointed at the fruit on his plate when I asked. He looked from to the fruit and back again. I just opened my mouth and pointed to the fruit. He huffed in amusement and gently lifted a fork full to my mouth. I leaned forward and ate the fruit off the fork.

He sat back and watched as I chewed on the fruit. I grunted at the funny taste the fruit had. It wasn't very sweet. I scowled as the taste took over my whole mouth. I managed to swallow the bite.

"Blech, what was that?" I asked.

"Haha hahaha, it's a fruit from Earth called a Granny Smith." Ogord replied while laughing. "You probably won't like these for a while."

"What's that other one dad? No the big one."

"Oh, a Honeycrisp. This one is pretty sweet. Here, you can try some."

He placed a few slices on my plate. He chuckled as I looked at them suspiciously. I slowly put one piece in my mouth and chewed. I grunted in surprise and quickly ate the other pieces.

"Okay, that's enough for now." Ogord said. "Come on kid, you need to learn how to shoot."

"What's shoot?" I asked.

"It's a form of self-defense. And offense as the case may be. You'll also learn how to handle other weapons. And you'll start out small."

He stood up and headed for the door as he spoke. Then he glanced back at me and motioned for me to follow him. I grabbed my stuffie off the tabletop and hopped off my chair. I trotted after Ogord as he headed toward the training room.

He stopped at a locker with my name on it and opened it. Inside were two small metal... Things. He carefully picked them up and motioned for me to follow him. I trotted behind him and stopped when he did. He adjusted a small step and nodded to it.

"Jump up kiddo." He said.

I walked up to it and stepped up. Ogord took my stuffie and placed it to the side. Then he took hold of my hand and carefully placed the metal thing in my palm. Then he stood behind me and adjusted my fingers.

"Alright, now this is one of your guns." He said. "Show me what you think you're supposed to do."

I wrapped my finger around the trigger and pulled it. The ammo whizzed past the target and smacked into the wall. I heard Ogord chuckle, he gently took hold of my finger and took it off the trigger. Then he placed the tip of my finger on the trigger and helped me aim.

"Okay, now try hitting the target." He said.

I pulled the trigger again and got smacked in my face by the weapon. I whined and covered my nose with my hand. Ogord grunted and took the weapon from my hands. I turned around and looked up at him. He gently pulled my hand away from my nose.

"Well, that didn't go according to plan." He muttered. "Come on kid I'll get you cleaned up."

He picked me up and headed back out of the room. I quickly covered my nose back up with my hand. Ogord reached the infirmary fast and placed me on the bed. Then he grabbed a first aid kit and turned back to me.

"Okay, move your hand." He said. "I promise to be careful."