Lost

Uneasy Alliance

Five Minutes Later...

"Thank you, Bob!"

"What did you expect me to do when that thing was about to lunge and I was weaponless?!"

"Mmmmpppph!"

"Yeah, what he said!"

Okay, things didn't exactly go according to plan. Bob had panicked when he saw the approaching Sobrekt-beast (the sobrekt with the blue stripe had called it Fury) and didn't watch where he was going when he came out of the ring cutter. In short, he ran into Stink, causing him to trip and fall on top of Skoodge, who in turn ran into Larb and Tenn, and they fell forward causing both Red and Purple to lose their balance and fall to the ground. The Sobrekt, who had apparently been eager for a fight, just watched awkwardly as this happened.

So thanks for that, Bob.

So now they were tied up-Purple was additionally gagged with a long piece of cloth for 'talking too much'-, disarmed and their PAKs were rendered toolless with the same virus that partly incapacitated Lena's. Speaking of Lena, she was tied up and put next to Red, much to his... awkwardness. That's how you call it, right?

On the bright side, at the very least Sobrekt were 'considerate' enough to put them close to the fire.

What was eating him on the inside, however, was watching his daughter being held down by the Fury-beast with its talon. Those claws seemed very sharp.

"Get that monster away from my daughter!" Red snapped, flattening his antenna against his head. Great. He had revealed the blood relation between himself and Ilk, but frankly, he didn't care; he wasn't going to pretend she was just a random smeet to save face.

"I've heard of running into people once or twice, but this is ridiculous." Captain murmured, glancing at him and Purple in particular.

"The feeling is mutual, Captain." Red spat. The others snickered at the name, but Captain paid them no heed.

Ilk snapped at her captors. "Don't you dare hurt them!"

"Chill out, Irken-child, we're not going to eat them... yet."

Skoodge gulped.

"Chill out, they're just trying to scare us," Tenn assured him.

"Well, it's working." Stink muttered.

The violet kryvtor placed more of the snack bags on the ground near the fire alongside the blue one, ignoring Purple's muffled protests. "By the ancestors, how can these guys eat so much fat and be so thin?"

"You talk much considering you eat raw meat." Lena retorted.

"They eat what?" Larb asked. Red was pretty certain Purple would have said something like 'I'm going to throw up' if he could talk, but since he couldn't his nauseous expression said it all.

"Meat is healthier than refined sugar, at the very least." The violet one pointed out matter-of-factly.

"Okay, that's all." Blue-one brought the last bags of doughnuts.

Purple wiggled violently. "MMMMPPPH!"

"He said 'get your filthy claws off my donuts'." Red translated.

"How do you know that?" The female-kryvtor asked with a frown.

"When you get to know him as much as I do, you can tell what he means to say even if he doesn't outright state it. He can do the same in my case; he'd show you, but he can't talk as you can see."