"Look. Alls I'm saying is that Kirk is way better than Picard."

      "fdslakf das;don't even know what you're talking about."

      "Hey, I'm just saying."

      Kyo looked around. A lot of people were running down to the olde spaceporte. They were running with eager looks of excitement on their faces, knocking on doors to grab relatives and friends. It was like a bunch of depressed, sandy cats rushing towards a kind, bearded man who played the guitar and was giving out saucers of milk. Kyo grabbed an obviously Mexican Hekshanian by the shoulder and pulled him to the side.

      "Hey, dude. Wha's going on here?"

      "Hey, mang. Dinchoo here? Some bigass mufuggin ship comin in man. Shootin out all the mines with spaze lazerz. Shou' probly lan' sooon," quoth the Mexishanian. "O rly," Kyo replied, his eyebrows extended a fair distance into his forhead. "Ya rly," and with that, the Mexishanian was off, scampering off in hopes of maybe stealing some lasers, or perhaps landing him some sweet alien  v a g i n a .

      "So Grey," Kyo said coolly, looking to the scrangly youth standing next to him. "i was thinking a FANTASTIC IDEA." Grey looked at him with a typical bored scowl. "You want to do what the shiftless Mexican said to do."

      "Yes :D" Kyo said, his eyes shining like luminescent puppies. Grey sighed, and started shuffling towards the spaceport. Kyo began to prance circles around him, until Grey pushed him into some garbage. He walked the rest of the way with an embarrassed look on his face. 
 

      Kyo and his young padawan learner arrived just in time. A sizeable crowd was already built up, and the ship had just landed. Kyo began to weave through the crowd, holding on tight to Grey, as meanwhile the ship's hatch began to jut open. A cloud of ominous, cliched smoke floated out of the ship. A group of silhouetted figures stepped forward, the crowd looking on with bated breath. The first figure identifiable from the smoke was a slinky black panther (power!). He stared into the crowd with his dead green eyes, stopping on Kyo, just as he emerged to the front of the crowd. Kyo could feel the pair of eyes boring through his entire body, as if he wasn't even there. Behind him, Grey began to tense up. Next down the velvet runway, was a tall, powerful looking woman. She would be beautiful, if it were not apparent that she in fact was a soulless woman, more likely to disembowel you for money than to make sweet, tender love to you. She was holding a long leash, which led behind her into the smoke.

      After a cripplingly long silence, she suddenly and sharply spoke, in a hard voice, "I am looking for a young man by the name of Daran Cheever. There is a tremendous bounty on his head, and I know for a fact that he is residing in the city." The crowd looked around, muttering, wondering who they were talking about. "It is in your best interest to turn him over to me- I have one of your own, and I won't hesitate to kill her here and now." She jerked on the leash, and out from the smoke stumbled Soshika Lypha. Her hands and legs were bound with rough cord, and she was wearing a muzzle. The leash went to her neck, and kept going into the smoke. There were others behind her.

      The crowd began to mutter even more fervently, various emotions welling up throughout. Kyo just looked ahead, dazed. "lykia..."

      "So? Will no one rescue this wretch? Will no one turn in this fugitive of the law to save the life of a relative innocent?"

      Another resounding wave of silence resounded throughout the crowd, and finally, after what seemed hours, Grey stepped forward from behind Kyo, jerking his hand from his wrist. Asilin suddenly broke into fluent French, a sadistic grin on her face.

      "Ha ha ha ha! What is this, boy? You were HIDNG, behind  civilian, even? You, of all people?" Grey stared ahead, a dead, angry look on his face, and said calmly in an even more elegant, subtle accent "I don't much care to be berated by a murder."

      "Oh, you are certainly one to talk. You've killed far more than have I."

      "Can a machine be charged for its actions? Can you fault something that does the only thing it can? I came to a choice, and decided it wasn't for me. You came to the same choice and opted to continue your given path. Can you pretend to be any better than I"

      "I can still kill her now, you fool. A simple jerk of this cord, you know I can snap her neck."

      "Always a murderer, aren't you. For once and for always."

      "Enough. What is it going to be youngling? Will you come with me, or do I have to kill each and every one of them, in front of you."

      Grey stared ahead. The smoke had cleared, and he could see that Asilin had managed to capture the rest of the Jester X's crew. He stared dully at their faces, mulling over his options. They helped me, he thought. They took me, and took care of me. But. They didn't care about me. I'm just a thing to them. A tool with which to spite the Rulerists. But him. Grey glanced over to Kyo, who was still struck dumb by what he saw before him. He's nice. He's done nothing but try to help me. He's taken care of me, risked his life for me. And not because I'm some tool or weapon. Because he felt like it. He looked next at Soshika, who stood behind Asilin, tears welling in her eyes. She didn't want to put Kyo through this again. She didn't want him to see another death, but she couldn't let Asilin get Grey. She stood there, the epitome of failure and emo-depression. It would make him happy if I saved her, though.

      Asilin just stood there, staring at Grey, her mouth full of cocka cocky grin on her face. The crowd stood there, watching, trying to ascertain the situation, while Kyo stood there still, dumbfounded. Grey said simply, in simple Uni: "a duel." Asilin penispenispenis cocked an eyebrow up, staring quizzicly at the figure before her.

      "a duel. if i win, they go free. if i lose, i'll go with you."

      "Interesting, I fail to see the advantage. You have plenty to gain, what do I?"

      "the hostages. if you win, they're still yours. you've never been one to give up a kill."

      Asilin grinned darkly at Grey. "Fine, little boy. We can duel, then." 
 

      The crowd had migrated to a street. All were crowded up on the sidewalks, leaving the majority of the road open. Grey and Asilin were at opposite sides of the road, each with a crowd gathered around them. An elderly, sea-green Hekshanian stood in the middle of the road, picked by Dark Brother to referee or something.

      "Um. As soon as ya'll've picked your weapons, come up here. I guess. ...probably." Off to one side, Asilin swung a sword she selected from aboard her ship. She smiled smugly and nodded as she walked towards the center. Meanwhile, on the other side, Grey was examining three lightweight, identical knives. He went over each one throroughly, as if looking for molecular imperfections. He finally selected one, and deftly balancing it in between his fingers announced "done."

      "ER. Are you sure? You just want that little knife?" Kyo asked Grey, the concern showing heavily in his voice. Grey looked straight at him and nodded. "certain."

      Grey and Asilin stood across from each other, staring directly through the makeshift referee. Asilin had shed her ominous black armor and stood now in a simple tanktop, her toned muscular arms beginning to sweat under the Hekshan sun. The reff shuddered just a little bit and decided that it was getting' to be abouts time to get the fuck out of there. "Okay. Um. You guys are ready now, so I guess. Start whenever you want. Well after I'm out of the way pleaseidontwanttodie kthxby." The old Hekshanian ran off to huddle up with his wife, who patted him on the back. There's no shame in running from between two killers.

      The two combatants just stood there for a while, staring. The tension was fiercer than a polar bear in heat. Not a sound was made over the entire crowd. Even the crowd of proud fighting roosters gathered around the blatant Mexican sterotype daren't make utter a single cawk. Finally Asilin moved.

      "This is wasting my time. I'd like to be leaving this dirtball soon." She held her hand up, and it glowed a blue light. A gentle flick of the wrist and she threw Grey's knife to the side. Grey, however, held on like a motherfucker, and, using the knife's own momentum, span deftly on his heel. A shriek was let out. Grey's open hand was pointed straight at Asilin, the knife deep in her arm. She began to swear. "FDJSALFK DSA AAAA IT'S IN THE BONE IT'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BONE!" Dark Brother looked quizically at his sister, intruiged. "FDSAF THE KNIFE HE THREW THE KNIFE AND IT'S IN MY BONE NOW MY FUCKING BONE AAAARG" She gripped the knife with her right hand and ripped it out with one quick movement. Again, she screamed an incoherent slur of profanities. She looked up just in time to see Grey grab her throat in middair. Tumbling the the ground, he never loosened his grip. Down on his knees, he had her pinned, his fingers daintily crushing her trachea. Her face turning red, she swiftly kicked Grey in the testicles. He crumpled haphazzardly to the ground. Asiliin lept up, gasping for precious precious oxygen. Oh, though it had only been a short ordeal she had already grown to miss the sweet sweet element. Quickly she ran to grab her sword, but when she turned around to finish him off, Grey was no where in look. Asilin began to panic- she looked around worriedly for about half a second before she felt it in the square of her back. Grey's foot, that is. She was again deprived of precious Mother Oxygen, and fell to to ground, trying to breathe. Jamming her face into the dirt, he looked down at her. Twirling his knife in one hand, he bent down and grabbed most of Asilin's hair, exposing her powerful, nubile neck. Asilin's face, though unseen in the dirt, was contorted into an unspeakable look of hatred, tears of fury swelling in her eyes. 

      The slash was quick. 

      Grey stood up straight, silent. The audience gazed on, still not daring to breath. Grey held up his hand and let the hair scatter in the breeze. Asilin got up shakily, sporting a fashionable new 'do. She looked at Grey, dumbfounded, for a while, until finely life returned to her. She clenched her fists, which were shaking at her sides And screamed "What the hell is wrong with you!" Grey looked at her like a retarded mute.

      "Why didn't you kill me! I was right there, you had me! You had the perfect chance, why didn't you kill me?!"

      "i decided i didn't want to kill you."

      "Why?! It doesn't make sense!"

      "it's our choices that make us human."

      Asilin just stood for a little bit, the look of anger and contempt calming down. She gritted her teeth and looked Grey in the eyes: "Fine. The prisonors are yours." The crowd let out a tremendous hurrah, and several roosters flew into the air. Asilin began to make her way back to the ship. "Don't think this is over. I'll be back, Daran. You've just bought yourself some time." 

      Grey went over to the bound crew of the Jester X and cut them free, one at a time. He cut Soshika last.

      "Grey... I.... I was wrong about you. You... aren't just some filthy human. You're... you're amazing." She looked down into Grey's eyes, tears welling up in her own. "Grey, I've made up my decision. I, I want you to fuck me. Right now, in the street." Grey looked at her, and said with great force, "Hell Yes." And, with the crowd cheering and egging them on, he ripped her clothes off and PULLED HER DOWN TO THE STREET AND DID HER RIGHT! Ashido and Koji looked on with anticipation lighting their eyes.

      "Hey, me next, Lover Boy!"

      "Oi, get in line, harpy,"

      "Oh, what then, you want to bring it?" 

      "Oh, that's it, it's ON MOTHERFUCKER." And Ash and Koji began a' fightin' and a' feudin' and eventually just started to fuck eachother's brains out. Nine months later they had thirteen childrens, each as ugly as sin. :D