[dcs_p]“Four Mechs dammit! I blew up four miserable Mechs! How much more do I
have to do.” She turned the knob and tested the water, then began to shower.
“My Stormcrow could barely stand for the last battle, let alone fight effectively
against his Mad Dog.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Tac spit out some water. “All this is true. Were you to have the fortune of
fighting against him first, he is a tough opponent, and it would be a difficult match.”
“Difficult, but not impossible, we must both agree on that, quiaff?”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Aff. Definitely not.” He quietly smiled, shut off the water and headed back to
the lockers. Despite her previous notion of him not being bothered by his own
defeat, which she must admit was much worse than hers, Sasha felt that he was
extremely bothered by it.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Hey you.” She threw a towel from the racks at him as she too walked back to
her locker. “You might not be willing to say it bothers you, but you are pissed
that the miserable surat Claudia defeated you.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Of course I am, but there is nothing I can do about it. Tech work, that is what
my punishment is, the same as it always is with Tiveli. He seeks to demean us at
every pass.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Aff, but still I imagine he is not much worse than any other Handler.” She had
finished drying and was busy slipping into a clean body suit.
“Yes, but he is harsh. There is what? Six of us remaining?”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Aff. And if we are lucky, half that number will graduate the sibko. That day is
not far off. If Blachloke is not destroyed and washed out by then, I will make
damn sure that will be his day of reckoning.” Tac felt the venom dripping from
her voice, he had heard it many times in respect to their sibkin, Blachloke. They
might all be cut from the same genetic cloth, but they were very different people.
Blachloke was tall, skinny, and liked to keep his head shaved. On the other hand,
Sasha was short, somewhat stocky, with well defined muscles, completely unlike
Blachloke’s stick like appearance. The differences weren’t just physical.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Blachloke believed himself superior to everything and had definite illusions of
grandeur. For some reason, he had, during some exercise or another, deemed
Sasha not worthy to be in the same universe as him. Sasha, naturally, did not
hold with this belief.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“You should not say such things of your betters little Sasha.” Blachloke rounded
the corner and halted. He ran his hand over his bald plate. “I might have to teach
you a lesson. Again.” Claudia tried to step around him and go to her locker, but
Blachloke’s toady Lejad stopped in her way. “Figures, the little brat,” she
thought to herself.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Step aside Lejad.” Sasha’s look was dark, menacing. Lejad’s mouth opened in
a big goofy grin, moments latter he was picking himself off the ground, bleeding
from the nose.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Bitch, I think she broke it!” He was trying to stem the blood and feel around his
nose at the same time.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“I will do worse next time, toad.” She glanced at Blachloke, he didn’t seem
concerned about any of this.[/dcs_p]