Broken Eggs and Repaired Credit

Summary: Where there are cities, there is commerce, and all that it entails: goods, services, credit, greed, and the average Joe (or in this case, Mei’hswei) that gets stuff from Point A to Point B (errr.. Planet A to Planet B ;) ). What happens between the end of school and the First Hunt?

Disclaimer: I don’t own Predator. Or Scorn pirates. Or Ferengyi. Names and terms are from the Yautja dictionary; I don’t own that either. Any resemblance to any being, living or dead, actual or fictional is purely coincidental….etc., etc., etc. I don't make any money off of this.

Notes: Thanks to Sara, Shortest_Warrior and DeathStrike for their contributions, and Ar’shiya for her support. Sections that aren’t mine are labelled.

(Shortest_Warrior’s snippet; the inspiration for the rest of the story)
Breaking through the upper atmosphere a Predator ship makes it's way to the major city on the Homeworld.

Almost at the outskirts of the smaller port city the pilot growls. The ship had automatically began to slow down. Without his doing I might add. "Since when did they put 'Fly Slow' zones in?"

His second in command shrugs his shoulders and sighs. "Anyone would think we are on earth."

(Thanks to DeathStrike for this snippet, got me laughing and provided more fuel!)

"Welcome to Yaut! The home of the hunters planet! Please keep your arms, legs and skulls to yourself! We take no responsibility for feminine tantrums, and slow down in these sections to avoid collisions and pissed off Yautja females when you wake their babies!"

(ei’luj’s continuation, picking up the thread and spinning the yarn ;) )

The pilot looks to his second and says dejectedly, "OK, I won't be able to buzz the comm tower like we did when we were pups and I sto- errr, borrowed dad's trijet speeder"

"But nothing says I can't do a barrel roll" (proceeds to yank the controls and execute a gut wrenching roll)
"And if you get sick on my control panel, you get to clean it out with your tuskbrush!!"

Second in command starts saying every prayer to Paya that he can remember.... "please, don't let me get sick, please, please, please!!" "

(more of my thread, for Ar’shiya, who egged me on ;) )

Setg'in-de is the pilot and Tjauke-de the copilot... mentioned at the end is the Elder Thwei-de, and his sister Sintye-di.
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Setg'in-de levels the ship out and sets it on autoland.
Tjauke-de's face comes back to its normal color. (whew, Paya was gracious to me today, he thinks). "Hey, Setg'in-de, I didn't get sick!" He unstraps himself from his seat and pauses next to Setg'in-de. "What exactly are we hauling this time; I hope its in one piece".
Setg'in-de gets a sly look on his face, and says "Eggs".

Tjauke-de's face goes white, he puts his mask on and rushes back toward the hold access grabbing every weapon he can get his hands on, large caliber burners, extra power packs for his plasma caster... "Eggs!" he hollers, "Oh great Paya, we're pauked, EGGS?!?!" Setg'in-de leisurely gets out of his chair and follows Tjauke-de to the access door. Tjauke-de cracks the door open a few millinoks and crouches ready to take on anything.... then as he opens the door wider, the smell hits him full in the face. Tjauke-de rips his mask off, rushes to the nearest half open case and gets sick. "What in Cetanu's nine hells IS that", he says weakly, turning towards Setg'in-de.
Setg'in-de replies "Rjet eggs, they don't smell too good raw".
Tjauke-de gives a great sigh of relief, "OH, thank Paya, I thought it was Kainde Amedha eggs!"

Setg'in-de gets a crafty look in his eyes (he can see whats in the box).
"What now, Setg'in-de?"
He responds, "Hey, look in that crate you messed up".
Tjauke-de looks in the crate and gingerly pulls out the end of some fine material. "What's this?"
Setg'in-de asks, "Who's it addressed to?" He comes closer as Tjauke-de fishes out the waybill and they both read, "To Elder Thwei-de, from Sintye-di for your daughters mating ceremony" They both look at each other, "OOOOHHH C'JIT!!!!"-