"Copy tat' Control, I'ma comin in." Samyo replied somewhat wearily to the traffic controller on contura. He reclined in the soft captain's chair in the cockpit, guiding the ship In with his paws. "Okey' der Jurai, We' is landin.", Samyo shouted back to Jurai over the intercom.

"Ok. I'll be right up." Jurai lay in his private quarters, silently re-living the events of the past few days…Much can happen in a few days.


The heavy doors of the hanger slid wide apart to accept it's guest, the Maimed Wing. After the battle it had been through, it certainly fit the "maimed" part.

"Yo..Sam…" muttered Jurai, as he entered the cockpit, a bandage wrapped tightly around his forehead and his left arm in a sling. "You get the repairs done. I have some buisness to attend to…." He grinned and showed his teeth.

"Ya'..whateva…Just save some beer for me.." Quipped the myche, and turned back to the controls. Jurai opened the airlock and looked down upon the hanger, rapidly coming up upon the ship.

"Ok, I'll be seeng you...friend." He waved with his good arm, grabbed his long flowing grey coat, and nimbly jumped out of the spacecraft without even so much as a second thought.

***

The ground was rushing up…closer…closer….It seemed as if the Mite would never make it. Eyebrows narrowed, and a slight smile on his face, Jurai delpoyed his long wings, wich scooped him out of his fall and into a graceful glide to the ground. Seconds later his claws made contact with the smooth, cold concrete. He stopped for a moment before walking, in that raptorlike way of his, to feel the concrete under his feet…It reminded him…of home…Yes, home. Covered in thick smoke, pounded into a lifeless wasteland. Some home.

***

"So, raizy…what say you n' I have a little fun, eh?" The male chuian leaned agaist the wall and slicked his hair back, trying to look suave for the female mechanic who was tinkering with an engine.

"I TOLD you already, Raz, I ain't interested. SO SHOVE OFF!"

"C'mon, giveus a kissy.." Raz picked up raziy from the floor and tried to kiss her, as she swatted her head around and reached for her crowbar.

"'scuse me, but I thought the lady said she wasn't interested." shouted Jurai, who looked up fron signing in the ship to see the scene. Raz didn't even acknowledge Jurai, but continued with his efforts.

"You asked for it, ass face…." Jurai walked coolly over, drew his pistol with his good arm, pressed it against Raz's left temple, then spoke up. "AHEM, I was talking to YOU, ass face." Raz felt the cold barrel of the gun against his head, turned, and stared into it, trembling. "Tell the lady that your sorry, ass face."

"I'm…I'm..", Raz Stuttered, "S…ssss…Sorry."

Jurai cracked a sarcastic grin. "Good Ass face, now don't let me see you. EVER. AGAIN." Raz nodded and nearly tripped over himself running out of the hanger. Jurai holstered his gun and turned to Raizy. "You ok there miss…."

"Raizy. And you can cut the gentleman crap around me. I know you're a bounty hunter. No average joe spacer carries a gun like THAT." , replied Raizy, leaning aganst the engine she had been working on.

"Hey hey, bounty hunter is such a strong word…I prefer, oh, 'Hired Gun'."

Raizy smiled. "Whatever you say…Ummm…I didn't catch your name…"

Jurai stepped back into a doorway. "…I didn't throw it…" and vanished onto the streets of Contura.