If there was one thing that Aisha hated, it was a Mexican stand off. Technically, only Jim had a gun, but everyone here could kill the other with one good placed blow. Aisha checked to see if Jim was all right out of the corner of her eye. She frowned at seeing the new female Ctarl-Ctarl have a hold of John and show no signs of letting go even with the blaster pointed at her face. Everyone was tense, except for the mysterious man/thing, Jerome. He had easily overpowered Aisha as though she was a child and showed no sign of fear at her arrival.

“About time you got here,” Jerome sardonically said, breaking the tension in the air.

“Whaaaaa?” Aisha cried at Jerome’s comment, he had known they were coming. The shock was not only to Aisha, Jim and John was taken aback by their arrival. Even his own employee was surprised that Jerome knew that they would be having company. For a moment she felt ire building up inside her, the bastard had known they would be ambushed and he had neglected to tell her. Now not only was she looking down the barrel of a blaster, but her only daughter was in mortal danger because this inconsiderate dolt had overlook to tell her his plans. For the second time since joining the megalomaniac, Janell felt unsure about her partnership with Jerome.

“What the hell do you mean ‘about time’? If you know they were coming, how come I wasn’t informed?” Janell growled. She felt very tempted to let go of the terran boy and force her employer to explain his motives, but she was hesitant to let any bargaining chip go to waste.

“I didn’t tell you because your tiny organic brain would of never understand. Now hold onto that boy and follow my orders like a good meatbag.” Janell was stunned; no one had ever talked to her in that manner before and lived to talk about it. Growing in a very unfeline way, her grip on John loosened and she prepared to jump at her soon to be former employer and rip him from limb to limb. As her hold slackened, Jerome spun to face her.

“What did I just tell you?” He hissed. Janell froze, not from his words, but from his eyes. His cool hazel eyes had turned yellow and were glowing brightly. His golden Irises seemed eerie to Janell, unlike anything she had ever seen before in the whole universe. Gulping and telling herself that he was just lucky that they were under attack or she would of killed him, she returned her sights to the terran boy holding the blaster.

When Aisha saw those yellow eyes, her response was immediate. “What the fuck are you?”

“My, my, my, my, Miss Clan Clan, you are full of questions. Haven’t you heard that it was curiosity that killed the cat? Nevertheless, I’m so happy you can make it, now that we are all here, I have no need for little John. Janell, you can crush his skull.” Getting the command, Janell wrapped her hands around the boy’s head and prepared to squeeze, if she did it fast then the other terran would have no time to shoot. Jim’s response may be slow, but Aisha’s was not. When the command was given, she rushed towards Janell in a tackle and connected to her right before she could begin squeezing. The bounty hunting Ctarl-Ctarl was thrown back and landed in a heap on the floor. John fell the floor, shivering from fear. Jim grabbed his friend and dragged him away as quickly as possible. Aisha started to follow, but something blurred in front of her, Jerome appeared before her with his arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face. With the enemy blocking her way, Aisha shouted an order to Jim.

“Get him out of here, I’ll be okay.” At hearing this, Jim nodded and started stumbling away with John. He knew Aisha would catch up to him as soon as she finished with Jerome.

“I don’t care what you are!” Aisha screamed as she sped at the criminal with the intent to rip him apart. “You are going dowooooopppphhhhh.” Aisha said with a grunt as was stopped by a fist ramming into her gut. Her vision blurred and she lurched back. With the last bit of strength, she racked her claws over Jerome’s face. If she was beat, then she could at least disfigure this bastard. Dimly looking at her hands, she expected to see them covered in blood, but instead saw artificial skin hanging from her claws. Confused and dazed from the punch she looked at Jerome’s face and gasped.

“Oh…. My…God,” she muttered, before her world was turned black from an upper cut from Jerome. As she plummeted down, her last glimpse was of the metallic flesh hidden behind the remains of Jerome’s face.

“Do you have any idea how much artificial skin costs?” Jerome said, looking down at her with most of his real face on display.