it."
"You'll be sorry!" The whore screamed over her shoulder as she took off running in the other direction.
"Not as sorry as we could have been!" Van shouted after her.
The Salvagers laughed and started on their way again. Their drinks were almost empty, and they were trying to pick a good dive in which to buy a refill, when two big human males crawled out of an alley in front of them.
"Suppose this is the sorry that slut was talking about?" Van whispered to Drew.
She smiled up at him. "Either that, or a welcoming committee for crabs."
"Hey, fur ball, where ya get off puttin' down our whore?" The bigger one gritted out through yellow teeth.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will only piss me off," Van Gar sneered back.
"So, ya wanna get smart, do ya?" The smaller one cracked his knuckles.
"Why? Are you guys teachers?" Drew asked facetiously.
"Give us the money, and maybe we'll let ya live," the big one snarled.
"Get the fuck outtah my face, and maybe I'll let you live," Van Gar answered with a smile.
At six-six, and carrying two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle-bound flesh, wrapped in a protective coating of fur, there weren't many things in the universe that intimidated the Chitzky.
"Now, now," Drew chided, clicking her tongue. "Can't we find a peaceful solution? After all, the universe would be a much nicer place if people would just talk things out instead of always resorting to violence . . ."
"You've gottah be kidding, lady," the bigger one said.
"You interrupted me when I was talking!" Drew screamed as she took a step closer to him. "I hate it when people do that!" She kicked him in the balls as hard as she could, and he collapsed, screaming in agony. Then she kicked him in the head for good measure.
Without waiting for the other man's reaction, Van Gar landed a power punch to his face, and he hit the sidewalk next to his friend, out cold.
Meanwhile, Drew was finishing her lesson, punctuating her speech with solid kicks to her victim's ribs.
"What I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted me, was that people should learn to dwell in peace with one another. That we should nurture each other instead of always destroying each other."
Her speech finished, she quit kicking him, and she and Van Gar started back down the street without a backwards glance.
"Well, the whore was right," Drew said.
"Huh?"
"I am sorry. Sorry that I didn't hit that diseased bitch first."
"Amen, Sister." Van Gar laughed.
Drew took his hand. She liked the way it felt—all warm and hairy. He squeezed her hand till it was almost uncomfortable, and she warmed with the familiar feel of it.
"Hey, Chitzky. Why don't you find your own kind!" Someone screamed from the safety of a crowded bar. Van started to drop Drew's hand, but she held his tighter.
"Fuck em," she said.
"Fucking jerk," Van mumbled. "Hell, it might have been Erik. He makes no bones about the way he feels about me."
"Erik's human, Van. You know how they are. They hate everybody."
"It's not just the humans, Drew. Not with the Chitskys. We no longer have a home world, and because of that all races look down on us."
"Aw! Come on, Van. We're supposed ta be havin' a good time. You're not going ta start that poor-down-trodden-Chitzky crap again, are you? So you don't have a planet. Whoopy shit. Some people will find any reason to whine. Now snap out of it. We're celebrating, remember? Fuck Erik. The only reason Erik doesn't like you is because you have hair everywhere, and he doesn't even have it on his head."
Van Gar laughed and followed her into the first of a series of ten bars.
Chapter 2
Drew held her head between her hands and tried to make the screens in front of her come into focus. Through the fog of pain, she was about to decide that there really was such a thing as having too good a
"You'll be sorry!" The whore screamed over her shoulder as she took off running in the other direction.
"Not as sorry as we could have been!" Van shouted after her.
The Salvagers laughed and started on their way again. Their drinks were almost empty, and they were trying to pick a good dive in which to buy a refill, when two big human males crawled out of an alley in front of them.
"Suppose this is the sorry that slut was talking about?" Van whispered to Drew.
She smiled up at him. "Either that, or a welcoming committee for crabs."
"Hey, fur ball, where ya get off puttin' down our whore?" The bigger one gritted out through yellow teeth.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will only piss me off," Van Gar sneered back.
"So, ya wanna get smart, do ya?" The smaller one cracked his knuckles.
"Why? Are you guys teachers?" Drew asked facetiously.
"Give us the money, and maybe we'll let ya live," the big one snarled.
"Get the fuck outtah my face, and maybe I'll let you live," Van Gar answered with a smile.
At six-six, and carrying two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle-bound flesh, wrapped in a protective coating of fur, there weren't many things in the universe that intimidated the Chitzky.
"Now, now," Drew chided, clicking her tongue. "Can't we find a peaceful solution? After all, the universe would be a much nicer place if people would just talk things out instead of always resorting to violence . . ."
"You've gottah be kidding, lady," the bigger one said.
"You interrupted me when I was talking!" Drew screamed as she took a step closer to him. "I hate it when people do that!" She kicked him in the balls as hard as she could, and he collapsed, screaming in agony. Then she kicked him in the head for good measure.
Without waiting for the other man's reaction, Van Gar landed a power punch to his face, and he hit the sidewalk next to his friend, out cold.
Meanwhile, Drew was finishing her lesson, punctuating her speech with solid kicks to her victim's ribs.
"What I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted me, was that people should learn to dwell in peace with one another. That we should nurture each other instead of always destroying each other."
Her speech finished, she quit kicking him, and she and Van Gar started back down the street without a backwards glance.
"Well, the whore was right," Drew said.
"Huh?"
"I am sorry. Sorry that I didn't hit that diseased bitch first."
"Amen, Sister." Van Gar laughed.
Drew took his hand. She liked the way it felt—all warm and hairy. He squeezed her hand till it was almost uncomfortable, and she warmed with the familiar feel of it.
"Hey, Chitzky. Why don't you find your own kind!" Someone screamed from the safety of a crowded bar. Van started to drop Drew's hand, but she held his tighter.
"Fuck em," she said.
"Fucking jerk," Van mumbled. "Hell, it might have been Erik. He makes no bones about the way he feels about me."
"Erik's human, Van. You know how they are. They hate everybody."
"It's not just the humans, Drew. Not with the Chitskys. We no longer have a home world, and because of that all races look down on us."
"Aw! Come on, Van. We're supposed ta be havin' a good time. You're not going ta start that poor-down-trodden-Chitzky crap again, are you? So you don't have a planet. Whoopy shit. Some people will find any reason to whine. Now snap out of it. We're celebrating, remember? Fuck Erik. The only reason Erik doesn't like you is because you have hair everywhere, and he doesn't even have it on his head."
Van Gar laughed and followed her into the first of a series of ten bars.
Chapter 2
Drew held her head between her hands and tried to make the screens in front of her come into focus. Through the fog of pain, she was about to decide that there really was such a thing as having too good a
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