Broken Eggs and Repaired Credit
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M through R › Predator
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,189
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Assessing the Damage
New characters/locales: The Inspector and the paymaster at the port. A saloon called the Kainde Tjauke. Kai-dte the bouncer and Naxa-di the proprietess. H’chak-di the Elder’s daughter. A certain female named Thuan Gaun-di.
And yes, Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de are brothers; Setg’in-de is older by a couple seasons (years). Yeyinde is their father. The company they work for is ScornDodgers Express, the Yautja version of FedEx.
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Setg’in-de closes the access door and they go back to their seats in the cockpit and wait for the ship to dock. There is a shift in gravity as the transfer is made to the port guidance system. The ship glides into the docking bay and settles to the ground with a hissing of released gases.
Tjauke-de looks at Setg’in-de morosely, “Setg’in-de, how are we going to get out of THIS one?”
“I have a plan”
Tjauke-de looks at Setg’in-de skeptically “A plan, eh? How are we going to replace that stuff; just WHEN is that mating ceremony?!”
“Four turns (days)”
“What? It took two to get here from Sintye-di’s, we’ll never make it back in time!”
“Don’t worry about it, rjet eggs aren’t exactly rare, only smelly….”
“Yeah, but that material!!”
“Like I said, don’t worry…”
Tjauke-de starts to think, why didn’t Setg’in-de react to the smell? He nudges Setg’in-de and asks suspiciously, “why didn’t YOU get sick?”
Setg’in-de chuckles and pulls out a pair of “nose” plugs. At this, Tjauke-de grabs them out of his hand and throws them aside, then proceeds to attack his brother, punching furiously.
“Ow! HEY! Calm down” Setg’in backs up, warding off the hits.
Tjauke-de continues to throw punches at Setg’in-de; he blocks most of them but one gets past his guard, impacting on his midsection.
“OOF!” He bends over out of breath, when the com buzzes…. Catching his breath, Setg’in-de gasps, “Tjauke-de! The com!”
“I don’t care, it can wait, why did you roll this crate, make a mess, and put in those pauk-de noseplugs?”
Setg’in-de makes a placating gesture, saying “OK, I’ll tell you, just don’t beat me to a pulp, all right?”
Tjauke-de crosses his arms and cocks his head, waiting.
“I made a bet”
-“A bet?”
“Yeah, a bet”
-“With who, how much, and what for?”
“Kai-dte”
-“KAI-DTE?!?!? The bouncer at the Kainde Tjauke Saloon?”
“Uh huh, Kai-dte, for 300 credits-“
-“THREE HUN-“
“300 that you’d get sick if I barrel rolled the ship”
At this Tjauke-de starts toward Setg’in-de ready to do more damage.
Setg’in-de holds up his hands in front of him, saying ”Tjauke-de, I did it to get out of debt, ever since that new inspector started he’s been gouging us and we can’t prove it!”
Tjauke-de stops.
Setg’in-de continues: “300 will cover everything, the EGGS, the FEES…”
Now there is a pounding on the side ramp door, then more beeping on the com.
“What now?” Tjauke-de mutters as he finally answers the com “ScornDodger One here, what do you want?” “Oh, Mr Inspector…?”
Setg’in-de gestures frantically at Tjauke-de, motioning him to stall.
Tjauke-de starts blathering about how they had engine trouble and had to stop for repairs.
Meanwhile, Setg’in-de accesses the ship computer, typing feverishly…. “Comeon, comeon, you Payaforsaken piece of c’jit, give me what I’m looking for….Ah hah, got it”. He hits the Send button, transmitting the information about the mishap to the port officials.
Tjauke-de looks over with a questioning expression.
Setg’in-de waggles his fingers to Tjauke-de for him to hand over the com. “Mr Inspector? Yes, this is the pilot….. oh, you want to check our cargo? Hmmm, well you see we have a little problem…. The load shifted and we had some breakage.”
The inspector says in a nasal Ferengyi accent: “Brrrrreakage, HMMMM, what KIND brrrreakage?” The Inspector is suspicious even though Setg’in-de has transmitted the information.
“Rjet eggs, we need a cleanup crew and some unloaders as soon as possible”
Tjauke-de opens the side ramp and Setg’in-de goes to meet the inspector.
They start to haggle over the price of the cleanup and offload. The inspector tells Setg’in-de, “You BRRREAK, you PAAAAAY!”
Tjauke-de sees Setg’in-de hand the inspector a handheld plasmacaster.
Mr. Inspector walks over to the loadcrew boss and confers with him; the boss then hollers to a nearby group of Yautja “All right you tarei’hsans, get your spotted @$$es over here and start offloading and cleaning up!!!!”
Setg’in-de comes back inside and hits the loading ramp release; Tjauke-de asks about the transaction.
Setg’in-de replies “That’s the one thing of value that I could pawn, and that inspector can’t test it”
“Really?”
“Yep, one shot outta that thing around the fuel depot and the Arbitrator is going to be on him like facehuggers on hosts. And besides, the job will get done quicker”.
Tjauke-de sighs. “Look, we’re in debt, and we still have to replace that material”
“Well, maybe my girlfriend Naxa-di can help, I’d rather ask her the value than get burned by that inspector”.
Tjauke-de smiles, “Yeah, Naxa-di at the Kainde Tjauke Saloon, hey how ‘bout we go an’ have a drink?”
“After the ship is cleaned up and offloaded AND the inspector signs off on everything AND we get paid!”
On their way to the paymaster, they pass the offload crew; some start making rude comments and noises about the smell, “Hey, Setg’in-de, you been eating too much spicy Ooman food again PTHBBT?” “Hey, Tjauke-de, forget to clean out the latrine? WHEEU!”
At this the load boss yells at them “Hey, you bunch of no good lazy zabin-de, get back to work!”
Tjauke-de makes a move toward them but Setg’in-de grabs his arm “They’re not worth the trouble, come on let’s get our creds”.
The Paymaster is a grizzled Yautja; his ‘hair’ has started to go grey. He looks up from his console and sees the pair. “All right, you had some broken goods”- he clicks away at his screen- “Hmmm” - he stabs at the keys with his index fingers and the credit notes pop out of a slot and he hands them over- “OK, ScornDodgers, here’s your pay.”
Tjauke-de and Setg’in-de look at each other, the pay is meager…. “Uhhh…”
The Paymaster types some more into his computer, “Hmmm, inspection waiver fee…. 100 credits?!?!?” He sits back in shock “Hey, why should he gouge you, you had to take evasive action to avoid Scorn pirates, anybody that can outrun those Thei-de’s and get away with just a few broken crates, I’m indebted to them” He leans forward conspiratorily, lowering his voice, “Hey y’know what, I got some inside dirt, that inspector got here from Fereng less than a quarter season ago-he’s still on his probation- yet he’s giving everybody a hard time!”
Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de pocket their pay; they look at each other and the same thought goes through their minds- lets pay that hac’nikt inspector a visit- and go looking for him. They see him doing paperwork in his shabby “office” and nobody happens to be around.
They nudge each other and a wicked thought comes into their minds… they both don their masks; they can’t resist letting out their hunting clicks “KKKKK-TT-TT-TTTTTT”
At this the inspector looks up with a puzzled look on his face then shakes it and returns to his work. Somewhere he’s heard that before but can’t place it.
They walk in stealthily and Tjauke-de closes the door and draws the window covers closed. He lifts an edge so he can see out and warn Setg’in-de if anybody comes.
Mr. Greedy, realizing someone is there, looks up from his work and jumps a little, “Heyyyy, what you waaaaant?” He has remembered just WHO makes that kind of noise.
Setg’in-de comes closer, and looms menacingly over the hapless Ferengyi.
“Ehhhh….AACK!!!”
Setg’in-de has grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him out of his seat.
Mr. Greedy grabs Setg’in-de’s arm with both hands, trying to get air.
Setg’in-de puts his mask in his face and growls “how bout you drop that waiver fee and we a)forget you’re new here and b)won’t tell the Arbitrator you’ve been cheating people!”
Mr. Greedy nods minutely, then Setg’in-de lets go. He slumps back down in his seat, wheezing. He accesses his database with shaking fingers and deletes the fee.
Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de swagger out of the office.
The inspector recovers sufficiently to get a greedy look on his face and turns his attention to the next unfortunate cargo ship.
Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de close up their ship and walk toward the entrance of the docking bay with their gear; Tjauke-de’s smells faintly of rjet eggs. When they are out of earshot of anybody, Tjauke-de asks “Scorn pirates?!?”
Setg’in-de says “I transmitted that along with the message about the eggs; news travels fast; it got to the paymaster before we did”
“Yeh but that record is OLD- from a couple of runs before this!”
“So? that greedy hac’nikt doesn’t KNOW that! I kept that one handy just for times like this”….
Tjauke-de laughs and exclaims “NOW we can go eat and drink, not necessarily in that order?”
“Ok, lets go. Setg’in-de pulls his mask off then raps Tjauke-de’s mask on the forehead “Hey you can take that off now, I think we’ve intimidated enough people today”.
And yes, Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de are brothers; Setg’in-de is older by a couple seasons (years). Yeyinde is their father. The company they work for is ScornDodgers Express, the Yautja version of FedEx.
**********
Setg’in-de closes the access door and they go back to their seats in the cockpit and wait for the ship to dock. There is a shift in gravity as the transfer is made to the port guidance system. The ship glides into the docking bay and settles to the ground with a hissing of released gases.
Tjauke-de looks at Setg’in-de morosely, “Setg’in-de, how are we going to get out of THIS one?”
“I have a plan”
Tjauke-de looks at Setg’in-de skeptically “A plan, eh? How are we going to replace that stuff; just WHEN is that mating ceremony?!”
“Four turns (days)”
“What? It took two to get here from Sintye-di’s, we’ll never make it back in time!”
“Don’t worry about it, rjet eggs aren’t exactly rare, only smelly….”
“Yeah, but that material!!”
“Like I said, don’t worry…”
Tjauke-de starts to think, why didn’t Setg’in-de react to the smell? He nudges Setg’in-de and asks suspiciously, “why didn’t YOU get sick?”
Setg’in-de chuckles and pulls out a pair of “nose” plugs. At this, Tjauke-de grabs them out of his hand and throws them aside, then proceeds to attack his brother, punching furiously.
“Ow! HEY! Calm down” Setg’in backs up, warding off the hits.
Tjauke-de continues to throw punches at Setg’in-de; he blocks most of them but one gets past his guard, impacting on his midsection.
“OOF!” He bends over out of breath, when the com buzzes…. Catching his breath, Setg’in-de gasps, “Tjauke-de! The com!”
“I don’t care, it can wait, why did you roll this crate, make a mess, and put in those pauk-de noseplugs?”
Setg’in-de makes a placating gesture, saying “OK, I’ll tell you, just don’t beat me to a pulp, all right?”
Tjauke-de crosses his arms and cocks his head, waiting.
“I made a bet”
-“A bet?”
“Yeah, a bet”
-“With who, how much, and what for?”
“Kai-dte”
-“KAI-DTE?!?!? The bouncer at the Kainde Tjauke Saloon?”
“Uh huh, Kai-dte, for 300 credits-“
-“THREE HUN-“
“300 that you’d get sick if I barrel rolled the ship”
At this Tjauke-de starts toward Setg’in-de ready to do more damage.
Setg’in-de holds up his hands in front of him, saying ”Tjauke-de, I did it to get out of debt, ever since that new inspector started he’s been gouging us and we can’t prove it!”
Tjauke-de stops.
Setg’in-de continues: “300 will cover everything, the EGGS, the FEES…”
Now there is a pounding on the side ramp door, then more beeping on the com.
“What now?” Tjauke-de mutters as he finally answers the com “ScornDodger One here, what do you want?” “Oh, Mr Inspector…?”
Setg’in-de gestures frantically at Tjauke-de, motioning him to stall.
Tjauke-de starts blathering about how they had engine trouble and had to stop for repairs.
Meanwhile, Setg’in-de accesses the ship computer, typing feverishly…. “Comeon, comeon, you Payaforsaken piece of c’jit, give me what I’m looking for….Ah hah, got it”. He hits the Send button, transmitting the information about the mishap to the port officials.
Tjauke-de looks over with a questioning expression.
Setg’in-de waggles his fingers to Tjauke-de for him to hand over the com. “Mr Inspector? Yes, this is the pilot….. oh, you want to check our cargo? Hmmm, well you see we have a little problem…. The load shifted and we had some breakage.”
The inspector says in a nasal Ferengyi accent: “Brrrrreakage, HMMMM, what KIND brrrreakage?” The Inspector is suspicious even though Setg’in-de has transmitted the information.
“Rjet eggs, we need a cleanup crew and some unloaders as soon as possible”
Tjauke-de opens the side ramp and Setg’in-de goes to meet the inspector.
They start to haggle over the price of the cleanup and offload. The inspector tells Setg’in-de, “You BRRREAK, you PAAAAAY!”
Tjauke-de sees Setg’in-de hand the inspector a handheld plasmacaster.
Mr. Inspector walks over to the loadcrew boss and confers with him; the boss then hollers to a nearby group of Yautja “All right you tarei’hsans, get your spotted @$$es over here and start offloading and cleaning up!!!!”
Setg’in-de comes back inside and hits the loading ramp release; Tjauke-de asks about the transaction.
Setg’in-de replies “That’s the one thing of value that I could pawn, and that inspector can’t test it”
“Really?”
“Yep, one shot outta that thing around the fuel depot and the Arbitrator is going to be on him like facehuggers on hosts. And besides, the job will get done quicker”.
Tjauke-de sighs. “Look, we’re in debt, and we still have to replace that material”
“Well, maybe my girlfriend Naxa-di can help, I’d rather ask her the value than get burned by that inspector”.
Tjauke-de smiles, “Yeah, Naxa-di at the Kainde Tjauke Saloon, hey how ‘bout we go an’ have a drink?”
“After the ship is cleaned up and offloaded AND the inspector signs off on everything AND we get paid!”
On their way to the paymaster, they pass the offload crew; some start making rude comments and noises about the smell, “Hey, Setg’in-de, you been eating too much spicy Ooman food again PTHBBT?” “Hey, Tjauke-de, forget to clean out the latrine? WHEEU!”
At this the load boss yells at them “Hey, you bunch of no good lazy zabin-de, get back to work!”
Tjauke-de makes a move toward them but Setg’in-de grabs his arm “They’re not worth the trouble, come on let’s get our creds”.
The Paymaster is a grizzled Yautja; his ‘hair’ has started to go grey. He looks up from his console and sees the pair. “All right, you had some broken goods”- he clicks away at his screen- “Hmmm” - he stabs at the keys with his index fingers and the credit notes pop out of a slot and he hands them over- “OK, ScornDodgers, here’s your pay.”
Tjauke-de and Setg’in-de look at each other, the pay is meager…. “Uhhh…”
The Paymaster types some more into his computer, “Hmmm, inspection waiver fee…. 100 credits?!?!?” He sits back in shock “Hey, why should he gouge you, you had to take evasive action to avoid Scorn pirates, anybody that can outrun those Thei-de’s and get away with just a few broken crates, I’m indebted to them” He leans forward conspiratorily, lowering his voice, “Hey y’know what, I got some inside dirt, that inspector got here from Fereng less than a quarter season ago-he’s still on his probation- yet he’s giving everybody a hard time!”
Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de pocket their pay; they look at each other and the same thought goes through their minds- lets pay that hac’nikt inspector a visit- and go looking for him. They see him doing paperwork in his shabby “office” and nobody happens to be around.
They nudge each other and a wicked thought comes into their minds… they both don their masks; they can’t resist letting out their hunting clicks “KKKKK-TT-TT-TTTTTT”
At this the inspector looks up with a puzzled look on his face then shakes it and returns to his work. Somewhere he’s heard that before but can’t place it.
They walk in stealthily and Tjauke-de closes the door and draws the window covers closed. He lifts an edge so he can see out and warn Setg’in-de if anybody comes.
Mr. Greedy, realizing someone is there, looks up from his work and jumps a little, “Heyyyy, what you waaaaant?” He has remembered just WHO makes that kind of noise.
Setg’in-de comes closer, and looms menacingly over the hapless Ferengyi.
“Ehhhh….AACK!!!”
Setg’in-de has grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him out of his seat.
Mr. Greedy grabs Setg’in-de’s arm with both hands, trying to get air.
Setg’in-de puts his mask in his face and growls “how bout you drop that waiver fee and we a)forget you’re new here and b)won’t tell the Arbitrator you’ve been cheating people!”
Mr. Greedy nods minutely, then Setg’in-de lets go. He slumps back down in his seat, wheezing. He accesses his database with shaking fingers and deletes the fee.
Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de swagger out of the office.
The inspector recovers sufficiently to get a greedy look on his face and turns his attention to the next unfortunate cargo ship.
Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de close up their ship and walk toward the entrance of the docking bay with their gear; Tjauke-de’s smells faintly of rjet eggs. When they are out of earshot of anybody, Tjauke-de asks “Scorn pirates?!?”
Setg’in-de says “I transmitted that along with the message about the eggs; news travels fast; it got to the paymaster before we did”
“Yeh but that record is OLD- from a couple of runs before this!”
“So? that greedy hac’nikt doesn’t KNOW that! I kept that one handy just for times like this”….
Tjauke-de laughs and exclaims “NOW we can go eat and drink, not necessarily in that order?”
“Ok, lets go. Setg’in-de pulls his mask off then raps Tjauke-de’s mask on the forehead “Hey you can take that off now, I think we’ve intimidated enough people today”.