tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-04-25:1607060 sliceitwithwind sliceitwithwind 2025-01-28T01:43:51Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-04-25:1607060:23961 2025-01-28T01:43:51Z 2025-01-28T01:43:51Z public 31 "So we're going to be meeting up with the other group in about two hours," Sannish informed the young hunters, "they are a mixed group, human and Katzu. No Weyland-Yutani connections, of course. Mama wouldn't let us into that mess."<br /><br />Braig glanced at Dilan, who was glancing back at him. The Old Cat seemed less annoyed about meeting up than he usually was...there must have been some kind of merchanting in the making. Or old friends. Or, possibly, one of his children who had moved away and joined the other group. Alright, there were <i>many</i> reasons, but still. "Am I boring you, kittens?" asked the second in command, getting a "SORRY!" from both young men.<br /><br />They did <i>not</i> want Kiziah to find out that they weren't paying attention. Not with regards to Xenomorphs. Anything else? Sure. Xenomorphs? No. Kiziah would <i>not</i> allow people who didn't pay attention to go on a hunt...and while other dangerous things were led by whoever was there, Xenomorph hunts...<br /><br />history proved that women had a better survival rate, even if nobody could quite figure out why, so the Clans leaned into it. They had women lead the hunts. Braig and Dilan were just old enough for their first hunt...and this other group? Had a young woman who was <i>also</i> just old enough.<br /><br />Two weeks to get used to working together. Then? <br /><br />Xenomorphs.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=sliceitwithwind&ditemid=23961" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-04-25:1607060:9122 2021-09-10T23:09:27Z 2021-09-10T23:09:27Z public 295 Vice: Interrogation<br />Kyle had been sitting in the interrogation room of a precinct not his own for hours. The lawyer his own Chief (now also sitting in an interrogation room...) had picked out for him was running from room to room to room trying to be there for everyone. Not even Kyle's chief could hire enough lawyers to cover every person in the precinct with an individual lawyer.<br /><br />He didn't know why it was taking so long to get to him. He didn't like it, either. When the door opened he put on his best face and turned to see who came in.<br /><br />Sweeping into the room was a short, broad...one eyed, scarred up...Traver in full uniform. Followed by Darlene?!<br /><br />"Wha-"<br /><br />"Detective-Inspector Mains-Terwood and Detective Brea, entering interrogation. Kyle Madigan, have you had your rights explained to you?"<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=sliceitwithwind&ditemid=9122" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments