Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 24

Helping out.

Krone roared and slammed the wrench he was using down on the floor. Something inside his ship's cockpit wasn't working like he wanted it to.

I winced as he swore in Yautja.

It was one of those days where I felt kinda sorry for him. Sure, he was a boiling pot of rage but, as I've said before, who doesn't get angry when things don't go there way?

Defeated, Krone sat on the floor, growling and glaring at one of the monitors within the cockpit that just wouldn't display anything.

Maybe I should do something to lighten the mood.

I peered over my art pad which (on instinct) I had hid behind of. "Um...Krone?"

His head twitched, he must've forgotten I was in the room.

I hope he doesn't think he scared me, I didn't want him to feel bad for something he didn't do!

"I, uh..." how do I make a Yautja feel better? "I dissected a frog today."

There was silence for a moment. Krone slowly turned his head toward me and I gave him one of my famous Sophie smiles that are only reserved for him.

"You did?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you all about it," having created a perfect opening, I got up.

Personally, I have nothing against frogs, in fact I find it completely inhumane that teenagers are forced to cut them open and poke at there organs. I mean, poor frogs! How would we like it if some so called "more intelligent" species decided they'd just harvest us just so they could give us to grossed-out teenagers after we died? How messed up is that!

I even told my teacher that I just couldn't cut the poor lil fella open. There I was knife in hand with the dead Mr. Frogy, I just couldn't bring myself up to it, I nearly cried! And you know what Mrs. Burgspry did? She took the knife and cut him herself!

Right in front of me! His slimy frog blood seeped everywhere and I could see his poor little none beating heart.

I threw up...

Right on Mr. Frogy...

Bright side is, Mrs. Burgspry still gave me an A as an apology for making me loss everything I ate in a week.

After I finished my story Krone started to laugh.

"It's not funny!" I said, "She threw him in the trash! I couldn't even bury him!"

Krone composed himself, happy that he was in a good mood again, I smiled.

"Feel better?"

He nodded.

"Great."

I looked toward his ship. Sure as hell was a lot of work to do for one person...and Krone works overtime enough as it is.

"Do you want me to help you out?"

He looked surprised.

I shrugged, "Why not?"

"It didn't work out so well last time..."

"Well, second time's the charm," I said, "You just promise to be less bossy, and I promise to be faster."

"Less bossy?"

I rolled my eyes, "Just promise!"

He still looked skeptical.

"It'll be less tiresome for you if we share the work," I gave him a slight nudge.

It was the start of a sore back and an aching neck.