Skitz was running as fast as an alley rat could run in the back streets of Terris 4. Even with six legs, he was having a hard time keeping ahead of the bounty hunter. His three nostrils flared and he stopped for a moment to catch some carbon dioxide before taking a glance around.
When he heard footsteps behind him he darted up the wall, using suction-cupped fingers to tug his way onto the top of the building. Below him, in the alleyway, he heard, â€œSon of a bitchâ€¦â€
The native of Terris was taking a moment to relax, slumping his multi-appendage body against a radiator core. He plucked a radio from his satchel and spoke into it with labored words between breaths. â€œDurag! Felakchy oootuhag defgty! Keep the girl safeâ€¦ heâ€™s coming for her.â€
A noise came from the other end of the radio just in time for it to be smacked out of his hands as the butt of a plasma-bolted to be smashed into one of his faces. The Terrisal groaned and turned to see the bi-pedal shadow standing over him. A gruff voice intoned a threat with a vouch of seriousness in it: â€œLetâ€™s get one thing straight. I donâ€™t climb walls, and I hate using the rocket-pack.â€
He kneeled down next to Skitz, not bothering to aim his gun, but the human plucked him in the forehead to make sure he got his attention. â€œIâ€™m looking for a human. Any human will do. Now, I know thereâ€™s at least oneâ€¦ So talk.â€
The alien shuddered before his pair of eyes opened and glanced around for escape. The bounty hunter hit him in the head again. â€œWrong answer. Look at me, freak.â€
Skitz was definitely scared by now, and he was starting to wish heâ€™d never even seen a human. â€œDerâ€¦ vulag. Humanâ€¦ I see human long time ago.â€ The small lie caught a sigh from the hunter, and when the man stood he kicked the little guy in the side. Skitz cried out in agony, grabbing his body and whimpering.
â€œSee, we humans have lived through ten millennia of bullshit. Iâ€™d appreciate it if we could not have us live through another.â€ This time, the gun was pointed at Skitzâ€™s head. â€œIs it a boy or a girl?â€
â€œâ€¦It is a small girl,â€ the Terrian gasped
â€œGood. Progress. Where is she right now?â€
â€œâ€¦ She hideâ€¦ below industry. Sector 9.â€
The bounty hunter grumbled to himself. â€œWechals? I fucking hate Wechals. I hated bugs on Earth and I really fucking hate Wechals.â€ He turned, and began to walk away. His direction was, of course, Sector 9.
Skitz cried out after him, â€œYou no kill girl! You Felag!â€
The hunter stopped and looked over his shoulder, glaring at the little shit. â€œKill? Are you fucking stupid? Weâ€™re an endangered species. Iâ€™m just rounding us up.â€