[Jacob]

*Setting: Blood lined the majority of the corridors of Vykkers Labs. Dead test subjects and employee's alike littered the hallways and seeped out their life-force. If the creatures hadn't gotten to them, then each other had. K-Jal skittered along the walls, this way he had an advantage as all hostiles would be more concerned about whats on the ground than on the walls or ceiling. His claws dug into the metal as if it was polesterene and every so often he would be forced to zip-line across a gap with his webbing. His eyes scanned the area, looking for any possible signs of danger. Be it the Dog-like beasts or other beings. Seeing an open doorway which seemed to be a Vykker dormatory, he quickly zip-lined into the doorway and then closed the door via the red button next to the door. The door hummed shut. Reaching for the webbing that held Sasha to his back he quickly tore it off and dropped the lumps of sticky substance to the ground, he then picked her up and rested her on the bottom bed of the bunkbed. She looked deathly white and her body temperature was low. Sighing the Spider-like thing brushed a tiny strand of unconditioned hair from her face and looked around, trying to find a glass of water or other liquid to give to her.
*Banging*
K-Jals head snapped towards the door and a low growl erupted from his downward slit of a mouth. On the other side of the door was a Vykker, and the being was bringing needless attention to them. Stepping upto the door, K-Jal pushed the button which he had previously used to close it. And as the door hummed open he shot a strand of webbing at the beings large head, hitting just above the eyes, he then pulled it in and grabbed its throat, slamming it against a wall whilst pushing the button to close the door.*

Vykker: "NO...NO!! WAIT!! PLEASE!! DONT KILL M..."

It began to choke as K-Jals grasp began to tighten. Its airways becoming increasingly restricted.

K-Jal: "Give me one good reason..."

The remark was cliché but also a good question.

Vykker: "C...C-os...!! Let go!!"

It scratched at its attackers arm wildly, mouthing the words 'let go'. K-Jal never, but instead loosened his grip and allowed the Scientist to speak.

Vykker: "Be...cause...you...need...me."

It rubbed its throat, breathing labouredly. Its blue eyes eyeing up the Crozoá and then Sasha. It then realised that Sasha was its bargaining chip and the only way it would survive.

Vykker: "She...is...gonna...die. Without...without my help."

K-Jal stepped back and turned his head to Sasha, looking at her as she slowly began to sweat more and more. Her ragged clothing hiding countless scars.

K-Jal: "What did you do to her..."

The Vykker shook his head and took a step forward, stopping when K-Jal shot out an arm to stop it from going further.

Vykker: "I have never operated on it. But i can only pressume what the precautions they took were. Such as, a chip in its head...to stop it from flying."

The beast snarled and pushed the Vykker back up against the wall.

K-Jal: "Her...not 'it'"

The Vykker nodded and looked at Sasha, it shook its head from side to side. Realising moments later that it wasn't safe anywhere near the labs.

Vykker: "We...We...We need to get out of here!! Where are the other Scientists!! We must get to an evacuation capsule!!"

K-Jal: "No, we're first going to help Sasha. Then we're going to get out of here. And if you dont try and f*ck with me...you can come with us."

He pushed the Vykker towards the door and allowed the Scientist to open it. He then picked up Sasha and attached her to him in the same way as before, obviously with a bit more difficulty as she was unconcious this time round. Then all three of them went off to find something or someone that could help the crossbreed.

***

Slig reporter: "Uhuh...Yeh...Ok...Where?...And how long for?? Thanks!! I'll be right over!!"

*Setting: The Slig jumped up, slammed the phone down and grabbed its jacket. It was sat at its desk when it had gotten a call about a Vykkers Airship seemingly being abandoned. He rushed through the office, his mechanical legs whirring as he pushed past other reporters working on other stories. He quickly came upto the Editors office and slammed into it, the door flung open and hit the wall. Sat on an overly large chair and behind a large desk stacked with papers, was a Glukkon. His head small and his ears big he looked like something out of a cartoon. His eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit, smoke filled room.*

Editor: "What the Fu...What ya want!?!"

Slig reporter: "Sir...Sir...you will never guess what i just heard!! Vykkers...evacuating!! Evacuating the Airship...the one coming back from over sea's!! They're evacuating it, sir!! Hundreds of them!!"

The Glukkon perked up, his eyes squinting as he began to think. Vykkers never evacuated an Airship. And even if they did, they didn't leave in their hundreds.

Editor: "Check it out. Make sure its true first...if it is, call back...IMMEDIATLY!!"

The Slig nodded and excitedly leapt out of the room. He darted down the corridor and disappeared out of the back door.

***

K-Jal: "Deactivate it...And make sure it cant be activated again. Understood?"

*Setting: His cleaver-sharp claws push into the Vykkers back as they both stand infront of a small moniter. Sasha is sprawled out on a small operating table, her tattered wings draped over the side and her breathing slow. A lamp like object, coming from the top of the table, hangs over her. It beeps and shows the skull of Sasha on the moniter. The small chip in her head comes up as a bright spec in the midst of her brain. Tapping away at the keyboard the Vykker attempts to disarm the device created to stop Sasha from flying, a sort of mechanical way of clipping her wings. Beads of sweat run down the Vykkers brow as the claws of the Crozoá dig deeper into his skin.*

Vykker: "T-There!! Done...!!"

He sighs, the bright spec fades out to nothing, indicating deactivation.

K-Jal: "Now, have you got anything to wake her up with...An Adrenaline supplement or something?"

He looks around the room, shelves packed full of pills and liquids grace the tiny room. The Vykker nods and scuttles off, scanning the labels on the bottles and jars. Finally he stops and opens the cabinet door, he then brings out a small tube of blue liquid. He then scuttles upto the operating table and picks up a syringe, taking out the empty tube and casting it to the floor he then puts the full tube inside and shakes the syringe.

K-Jal: "Whoa...you expect me to allow you to inject her like that?"

The Vykker grabs Sasha's arm and lifts it up.

Vykker: "You want her awake in under 3 minutes, injection is the only way to do it...Any other way will take at least 8 mins...maybe 11 at the most. If you wanna wait...fine."

K-Jal motioned with his claw to proceed and wandered towards the door, making sure neither of the beasts were around.

Vykker: "So...you know anything about those...things?"

K-Jal turned back around and nodded.

K-Jal: "They're Jockles. Usually hunt in packs of three or four. Acidic venom, blood and sweat. Hard bastards to kill...Dangerous. Top predators. You shouldn't have hatched them..."

The Vykker finished up with injecting Sasha and placed the syringe down upon the instrument table.

Vykker: "Yeh, wotever. Can we go now...??"

K-Jal shook his head slowly and stood next to Sasha as she slowly roused from her slumber.

K-Jal: "Not yet. Where do you put the belongings of captured creatures??"

Vykker: "We sell them, unless we take a fancy to them. Then we keep them in the safety box's."

K-Jal: "Take me to them..."

(OOC: Alas...so close, yet so far away!!)