From a Certain Point of View

From a Certain Point of View

They walked together a tentacles length apart.

He was a small rotund alien that didn’t speak much and then there was the taller fellow.

A skinny ramshackle Blue creature with gold eyes, he wrapped his body in ill-fitting biped clothes and a hat covered up most of the rest. You could see under the brim of his hat, the perma-scowl on his waxy blue face

And those eyes.

They walked the length of the space station meandering slowly as if they had nowhere to go. But no one comes to this place by accident it’s far too out of the way for that old excuse.

A Masked being burst forth from the mass of creatures doing there dark, clandestine Commerce and leaped towards them.

The imposing figure produced weapons from within his body, they grew like metallic trees from his arms and his back, an arsenal all pointed in the same direction.

The Tall fellow produced a concealed weapon of his own, 

he wielded it with practised ease, and began firing at their attacker. 

The short, fat pink one began running into the crowd, knocking over tables, but he was not in a blind panic or retreating. There was a method to his madness the assembled throngs of smugglers, pirates, murderers, mercenaries and arms dealers did not take kindly to having their business disrupted. And soon the station was a blaze with the light of so many weapons firing at once.

In the confusion the odd couple slipped back to their twisted old mining ship
and made good there escape.

KreeKraw

KreeKraw wondered about the tubby little bitches' plan,
he rarely spoke so he tended to listen when lard ass did decided to open its mouth.

The Ultra Bastard had tracked them down yet again, he was annoying like that.

And Yet again, as always, he outgunned them in any fair fight.

Fortunately a fair fight was the last thing they had in their mind,

“Hide in a crowd” it had said

“Cause a giant distraction” with any luck the masked one would be bogged down for hours fighting all the “business men” in this rat hole.

LATER

The plan had worked beautifully, lunchbox had come up with the goods yet again.

As they blazed away from the troubled and partially burning space station

kreekraw wondered what went on in its head .

Years Back they had both escaped incarceration at the same time from a hellhole

Neither one wanted to remember
yet could not forget.

They’d been buddies ever since
but he didn’t really know him
 or anything about this short round alien aside from his seemingly endless appetite and engineering skill.

The only person in the universe he gave half a shit about was a complete stranger to him.

He had a family once
stolen from him,
Happiness had been replaced with Misery,

Endless torture and clawing loneliness.

He suspected Tubbs had lost people too on whatever world his gluttonous people resided.

The thing turned toward him and gave him one of his bleak smiles, 

did it know what he was thinking?

 was this his way of showing he cared?

He reached out a tentacle and slapped chubster on the back, his version of a friendly gesture.

“Okay, Pork Chop, Lets go find home”

Kris

Kris worried about his good buddy sometimes, his rage could overwhelm his good sense .

He had a tendency to stay and fight even when things got well beyond hopeless

This was not always the way to go.

Still he had to admit the blue squid man in the overcoat was a formidable fighter,

he fought his way out 100 situations since the breakout .

Every now and again kris had to remind Skin-bo his rage couldn’t always prevail and on those occasions he had to speak even though he didn’t like doing that anymore.

Those dirty experimentation rooms had taken more from him than just his real eyes.

Back Then kris had been ready to die ,he actually prayed for it .When the blue fella broke out of the next containment unit and started raising bloody mayhem .He hoped the blue thing would kill him and end it all. It didn’t, it broke him out and carried him away .Through the smoke, the fire, the carnage and the overwhelming stench of death.

They “borrowed” a mining ship and 

And…

…and we’ve been running ever since.

He turned and smiled at his blue tentacled brother

His brother slapped him across the back

“He’s right” ,thought Kris

“keep your eyes on the road “