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Chapter Six The Search I sniffed the ground, sneezing as dust got in my nose and raised my head slowly. Such a journey. Such a search. Where was I going to even start. I fell the world crashing down upon me. The snake tried talking but to avail. I nearly fell to the ground again. Something moved beside me. “Hello?” I mewled. A bark replied. I screeched in terror and bolted, fur fluffed up. Digging my claws into the 'earth' I ran faster, leaving the dog in the dust. 'Stupid cat. He wasn't going to hurt you. Harmless pup.' I sighed, slowing and retracting my tiny claws. Twitching my ears I didn't hear paws pounding behind me in

Restless. That was how he felt. Agitated. That too. The Arbiter paced the small room, the room that he was given to sleep in. It contained the bare essentials of a human's sleeping quarters. It was cramped, for his Sangheili build. The ceiling was high, but he had no doubt that if he were to lie down on the bed, not only would his feet go off the end, but would also be resting against the wall. The room was as long as he was tall. He had to bear in mind that this room was designed with humans in mind, on a station that was designed to kill his kind in their ships. He couldn't walk out the room; he had no doubt. The two guards who were 'discr

          A nurse walked into the medical room with her eyes glued upon her clipboard. She looked up through her glasses for a quick moment to check on the sleeping patient.        Juarez rested in the cot, straight and still, her arms at her sides. Her environmental suit had been removed and she was now dressed in a tank top and shorts. Stickers all over her arms and face that had wires attached to them monitored her health, which showed up as green status.        Satisfied, the nurse looked back down at her clipboard and

"I really hate math, you know," Spike grumbled sourly to the towering green mech sitting next to him.  "I really appreciate the help, Hound.  Thank you."  They were sitting in the Autobot lounge, Spike's books spread out on an enormous table and Spike arranged comfortably next to them.  Hound sat in a chair next to him peering closely at the tiny book containing Spike's math lesson. "No problem, Spike.  Glad I could help.  Math is pretty universal, you know." "Just be glad he ain't studyin' some dead language, like Latin."  Their heads turned at the jovial voice and watched Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Bluestreak enter the lounge. "Or