RIPE & DRAGGERS

CHAPTER 7

After considerable rest, Bob and Gener agreed to perform the initial assessment and repairs to the ship's chamber, while Kai and her brother searched the crash site for possible accelerator core material.

Outside space walk is routine for a ripe-warrior class. In fact, ripe warriors engage deep space battle using chariot-boots, along with their main weapons of heavy gauntlets, equipped with electric high impact technology.

A ripe with enough momentum can punch thru a ship's hull or crush a speeder in one blow. Their formidable strength makes them the excellent ground or space infantry; unmatched in any specie of the known galaxy. A hundred ripe-warrior can battle a thousand fighter speeder of cruiser class in any space-time, as they usually say in exaggeration; but may arguably be true if you can see how graceful a ripe-warrior can move in zero gravity.

Just like now, the walk from the exit hatch to the accelerator chamber is apple pie for Gener; but unfortunately not for Bob who struggles at each step.

"Try to imagine limping in mud...my friend." He said, and Bob was delighted with the result as he followed the instruction.

When they reached the chamber, nearly on the lower half of the ship, Kai and Buboy already scouted a considerable portion of the crash site.

After just minutes from their landing site they managed to locate a possible replacement part that they needed.

Lucky indeed as it was almost midnight in the planetary clock.

"Ah-teh?...." Buboy asked to her big sister. "Do you think the two Runkans can be trusted?"

This was a very honest question.

All known galactic history for the Runkan will show either war or conquest. They are often categorized as either fierce or unforgiving in killing, as eight out of ten would describe.

Kai paused.

"I don't know.... but if they mean us harm, I will kill them myself." She said re-assuring her nervous brother who is barely in his teens.

"I didn't mean it like that, I think their harmless." Buboy said almost laughing at her vicious sister. "Its our blood-trace I worry about, I think Bob already figured out our trace and I don't think you can kill him coz' you like him and all...." he added, giggling.

She totally missed it; and his brother was right. While growing up they heard rumors how the Agimat is highly susceptible to their blood-trace that legends became to rise; that their people are forcibly militarized once discovered.

These stories were probably fabricated to inflict fear to the children of the E-bred tribe as she has never encountered actual events to ever take place. And yet, the idea brought up now somehow frightened her.

She pondered awhile at the idea and eventually realized the other comments from this naughty lad.

"So I like him huh?..... You know what I really like is to rattle that empty head of yours.." ka-plonk.. the sound of her fist hitting his head gear is like kicking a can, but surprisingly it echoed much louder from the big metal chunk at the crush site.

When they turned around they slowly realized that it was not an echo but actually some movement underneath the rubble.

This is odd as they did not expected any survivors.

All scape-pods from the station were all accounted for, and confirmed to be headed to the capital on the last trajectory. No survivors were expected to be on the crash site.

The pile of metal scraps pulsated until it exploded loudly all around and revealed station general Lima, with torn uniforms and that angry look of a Brahm soldier.