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Commission for;
Blitz190
Slowly getting back into the Commission ideas. Another one from Blitz! Where his Kiggle Pirate pilot Rer Zhib;
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63394421/
Has to suffer through some hazing from his fellows. Though the funny ha ha was not appreciated by anyone really P:
“No idea why Cheeps but hey - you wanted it.” Jessi would shrug as he set the box of old PPE stuff on the cart.
“Oh no no,” Krat would clarify as he set a similar box down. “I do not want it. Our boss does. The boss-boss.”
“So not him?” Nodding over at the only slightly grumpy looking Jok as he paced around looking at all the goods coming in and out of the garishly painted Pelicans.
“Maybe him. But no. His boss-boss. Likes your weird flatface stuff.” A shrug. “We don’t question. We are paid and so nod and get.”
“But…why old jackets and helmets.”
“We don’t question - also we are alien. You alien. Weird old alien stuff always interesting to someone.”
“Ok I guess thats fair.” Jessi looking down at his datapad with a nod. “And thats the last one anyway. So at least all that weird alien stuff can get that boss of you all soon enough.”
“Mmhm. Then payment, bounty!”
“Alien but not so different really. It's what we lowlives can expect isn’t it?” Well - and all the items that the Humans had traded for these Covenant goods. And some Humans ones too.
“Well you get your stuff. We get our stuff. All happy. Not even need any murder!” Krat sighing as he kicked at the dirt a little. “Shame - murder can be fun. And filling.”
Jessi opening his mouth to comment about the ever prevalent name of the Kig-Yar around Humans but decided against it. Murder was always on the table for these damn chickens. Best not to risk it. Besides, “All happy!” And then turning to his fellow Insurrectionists. “Alright everyone! Clear the landing site! The Kig-Yar got their stuff and unloaded ours. Once they lift off lets get this all unloaded and under cover!”
A series of ‘yep-yeps’ from the other Humans as they started to back away from the Pelicans. A few even patting Kig-Yar shoulders or going for hi-5s! And only a few of them had claws or daggers being waved at their faces! The crew was learning!
“Right all you idiots!” Jok cawwed out in Kiggle over the warming up engines. “Get it all in now! Then yourselves! I will leave you behind!”
He wouldn’t really. But it was always fun to watch the new Fluffs panicking and trying to grab and move quick fast. One of the newest Fluffs, Rer, fumbling with his coveralls as he tried to grab something small before heading for his assigned Pelican. Not that he really needed to move fast - it wasn’t like the ship would leave without its pilot. But still - Fluffs be fluffs. Especially in Rers case! As the crews only T’vaoan. It was good in a way. So he wouldn’t be heckled by his fellow featherheads for being bossed around by the ‘lessers’.
So into the ships the crates would be slid and starting to be strapped down. Luckily both groups here were all using the standard UNSC crates and straps. Making it all much simpler! The good thing the over reaching Talons of that damn Government had was standards. All the same and all easy to work with. The boxes of a few weapons, books and movies, clothing, and the mentioned PPE held in place by a few Kigs as the others tossed over straps before ratcheting them into place. Experienced in this sort of thing which the Innies at least seemed to nod at. Not that they could be heard over the engines as they waited for the air to stop being blasted away so they could clear up the landing zones and get to moving their new equipment into position. And to make sure the Kigs actually left. Sure business was done. But could you really trust those aliens?
Rer squawking in surprise as Krat moved past him and shoved something over his head. His beak and feather mane making it a bit of a struggle time between the two before the life preserver was fully over the T’vaos’ head. Finally able to somewhat see what it was as Rer moved to remove it before Jok’s voice in his ear stopped him.
“Lift off! I want to be back at my ship now!” So no time for that as Krat just winked at him. Rawking at him something about ‘safe now’ over the Pelican engines as the Kigs at the back did a double check before pulling down the lever to close the back doors. The other crew mates sitting and starting to strap themselves into the chairs as Rer and Krat moved into the cockpit. Thankfully the noise muffled much by the external door shutting and then even more with the cockpit door shutting behind them as the two moved to their chairs. Pilot on the right for Rer and Co for Krat on the left.
Despite this suspicion from each bird and the apparent prank that was trying to be pulled both space chickens would sit and start to do checks. Krat first as he started to list out ‘fuel normal levels’ as Rer grabbed the central belt clip from over his head and pulled it down to his waist. The belts pulling out to be over both his shoulders. ‘Seals and locks closed and secure’ as Rer pulled the left and right belts with both of his hands and pulling them to the middle before clicking them into place. ‘No loose gear detected’ as the final belt was pulled out from the front of the chair before click into place. All of them tightening down to be sure over Rars armor as his chair slid forward as he started to list off his checks too. ‘Engines and thrusters firing’ as Krat pulled his central belt over his head and the engines outside would glow and give a little thrust to confirm. ‘Nose canon responding and loaded’ just to be safe you understand. Krat clicking in his side belts. ‘Clear for liftoff’ and with the last click and whirr of Krats chair sliding into place they were green light to go. The green light itself flashing in the crew compartment as the Kigs back there tugged on their own simpler harnesses and made sure they were secure. And with the final checks done and the two strapped in Rar was able to look at what he was wearing now.
“Why one of the water jackets?”
“We are flying over the lake Rar! Just looking out for you is all.” The ‘smirk’ as much as one can do with a beak not providing any assurance as Rar just tried to focus on the controls. Not noticing that the Human armor he wore had already clicked and secured the life jacket to itself. Those lovely standards! Same with the chairs having space for them to sit against them while still wearing a parachute. Though only Rer was wearing one. Always worried about safety - probably why Krat though what he did was so funny. But focus! Rar taking hold of the yoke before looking out the windows to see that Pelican 1 was lifting off and rising up toward the space. And indeed out over the lake to get the right direction to get their escape angle correct. And with 1 out they were next. Just ignore Krat watching him. 2 lifting up and soon following 1 out over the water. 3 no doubt following them as Rar sighed. Back in the air where he was happy.
That was until he saw Krat leaning over to his chair. Rar sighing and turning before tilting his head as Krat holding a lever on the side of his own chair.
“Have a good trip and swim buddd!” Before there was a massive wroosh of sound and light. Before blackness. His Kig body not responding well to all that G-force as he was flung out of the Pelican!
—
They still hadn't left yet. And Jok was annoyed. But at least they had food now. The Captain turning the burger over in his hand before biting it upside down. Still tasted the same. And it took longer for the meat to get to his tongue. So the other way for sure. The Innies kind enough to share the barbeque they had set up after the Pelicans lifted off. 2 returning with only its co-pilot before 3 also flew back. With an angry Jok leaping out before it had finished touching down.
At least the Innies had a nice show to go with their dinner.
First Jok had told those in his own Pelican to go and get Rer, and his chair, out of the water. One of the lifeboats in the Pelican popped out of its thankfully small case and inflated nice and quick! So fast it knocked one of the crewmen over. Several laughs had as two of them were volunteered to get in the water and get to swimming! By being thrown into the water and the boat after them by the larger Kig-Yar from 3. It wasn’t like Jok was going to force them in he was too busy maneuvering past the still strapped down crates and crewmen in 2 to open up the door where the chortling laughter of Krat was quickly replaced by screams as the co-pilot was hauled from his chair, dragged to the back door of the transport, and thrown out of the ship onto the ground.
Jok then carefully explaining, with many hits with a Humbler, that Krat was in trouble for what he did. At least Rer had been lucky enough to float down and end up in a tree on the shore but the chair he had been in - that was kind of important to pilot. Was currently in the lake. As was the space grade window that was above Rers head. Both necessarily for the ship to work properly. And Krats little stunt had potentially damaged or lost them both! And put them behind schedule even more. And also potentially damaging Rer - that too. Krat himself only hearing the first fourth of this tirade as he was rendered senseless from the repeated shock smacks he was receiving. But the Humans, and a few crew Kigs watching, were happily recording it to show Krat once he woke up! Its important he would get the full lesson from this. Before a panting Jok would take a deep breath and switch the Humbler off before tossing it to one of the crew Kigs before holding out his hand. The Humbler replaced by some good strong tape that was ripped open and soon being wrapped around Krats ankles, wrists behind his back, and his beak nearer to his eyes. So Krat would still be able to breath no problem but would be good n quiet once he woke up. And with that done, easy to cut the tape with his beak, Jok would sit on a fold up chair with Krat as his foot rest as he watched his crew mill about. Three being sent out to get Rer down from the tree as the ones out in the lake cheered when they found the cockpit window! Dragged behind them as they paddled back to shore before it was hauled up and a team got to work slotting and securing it back into place.
“Pretty pray to Aecor that its not broken,” Jok would mutter to the still senseless Krat as he took another chomp out of his burger. “And that it fits in good. Same as the seat.” But Krat did nothing besides twitch. So Jok continued to watch and eat. Soon provided another burger once he finished his first one. This one with cheese on it! He’d need to get some crates of these next time. Maybe even Anguish would enjoy it? He was all about this Human Flat-Face…stuff.
The team that was sent to retrieve Rer not able to stop themselves snickering as they found the T’vaoan dangling from a tree. Feet talons gently swaying side to side as the breeze ruffled the trees branches and Rers’ own feathers. The featherheads tongue hanging out of his beak as he hung from his parachute. Good thing he had that on now! The three having a quick talk and eventually deciding to leave two on the ground under Rer as the other started to climb up the tree to get to him. Two to catch and one to release. Rer was a smaller child of T’vao but still a T’vaoan. Heavier than the Ruuthians who would try to catch him. So two was a safe bet. Sure a ladder would be helpful but with a cheer from those near the Pelicans the three knew the chair was on its way back so they didn’t have time for that. The Ruuth that got to Rer giving his mane a poke and a snicker as Rers head would tip a bit and waggle his tongue before back to hanging silently. Well not before the now inflated life jacket would squish and crackle as its air filled confines were shoved against. Now how to detach this parachute…
The Ruuth soon hanging upside down with his knees over the branch as he squinted at the back of the pilot. Starting to prod and slide his fingers along all the things back here. He wasn’t as familiar with this kind of stuff as Rer would have been. But that Kig was currently unavailable wasn't he! So soon just poking at things that got Rer to shake and shift around more as he hung around. Finally making a ‘glurr’ noise at all the attention he was getting as those standard issue attachment points were holding it secure to him. The life preserver at least giving his head support on both sides to keep it upright. And out of the water if he had fallen into what the jacket had sensed when he was closer to land. But he just missed it and into the three instead.
“Got it there?”
“No! There isn’t like…one release button!”
“On the bottom maybe?” Looking ‘down’ toward his legs on the branch the crew Kig would lower himself down a bit more so his beak was almost level with Rers rump. Having to reach out to press against it to steady himself before he was good. And there it was. A clip over a pull strap.
“Finally, good guess.” And a click later the crew Kig would look down and nod as he took hold. “One featherhead coming down.”
“Ready.”
“Ready.”
“Hlggk..wha?” And with a cloth ripping schriiip! Rer would find himself falling again?! Flailing his arms as he squawked in surprise before landing in both arms of his fellows. Still flailing around with eyes shut for a few seconds before he finally stopped and opened his eyes. To the smirking faces of the two holding him.
“Welcome back to earth birdy.”
“And without a bath too!” Rer blinking and looking around, squishing the air bladder around his neck, before looking up at the parachute hanging above him and the other Kig waving.
“Guess all that safety stuff was helpful for you Rer.”
“W…why am I here?”
“Oh,” the Kigs putting Rer down on his feet before starting to walk back with him.
“What?” The upside down Kig cheeping after them with arms spread. “No catch for me!?” All disappointed as the other Kigs kept walking. Making him grumble and work on righting himself and climbing down. Ain’t no way he was going to be able to untangle the chute. So the tree could have it.
“Krat pulled the ejection handle on your chair. It was really surprising to see you fly up into the air from the third pelican.” Some chuckles from the Kig.
“You should have heard Jok! He was so angry. All the things he said he would do to Krat. And probably will later.”
“Well unless it was you who did it yourself. But Jok didn’t think you did.”
“Why would I?!” Rer squeaked they were almost back at the Innie base. “I could have died if I didn’t have the parachute on?”
“Thats what bossman thought too. Just saying.” The crew Kig commenting as he pointed at the tied up senseless form of Krat. “But I’m sure Krat gave up the game when Jok got his claws on him.”
“Rer!” Jok giving a wave with his half eaten burger. “Head alright? Feeling able to fly?”
“Ahhh..err…,” Rar not able to stop staring a bit at the footrest of Krat. “I think I can Captain.”
“Good! Get yourself one of these burgers, take a breather while your seat is reinstalled, and then we head out. You can fly it without this broke maker can’t you?”
“Aye Capn.” Happily accepting an offered cheese hamburger as he sat himself down on the ground.
“Extra good. Enjoy. Your seat will be a bit damp but is being reinstalled now.” The crew Kigs all back around the ships now as the emergency raft was even able to be resealed in its container. The two Kigs having to both lay on it as it was deflated and folded up but they got it in there! Krat himself waking up when it was nearly time to leave as he would hermph and squirm around like a netted fish before Jok shook his head and hefted the co-pilot over his own shoulder. Arm around Krats waist as he called out. “Alright! Back in the ships! Any other slow down and I’ll be taking more than pay out of you! Understood?!”
Unlike before this was not a joke for the fluffs. So the crew who were able too would salute and file back into their ships. And this time the Pelicans flew away without issue. Krat just in 3 with Jok as he sat with his arm around the restrained Kig, showing him a recording of the beating he was given - in case he missed it and to remind him of how much trouble he was now in.
Commission for;
Blitz190Slowly getting back into the Commission ideas. Another one from Blitz! Where his Kiggle Pirate pilot Rer Zhib;
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63394421/
Has to suffer through some hazing from his fellows. Though the funny ha ha was not appreciated by anyone really P:
“No idea why Cheeps but hey - you wanted it.” Jessi would shrug as he set the box of old PPE stuff on the cart.
“Oh no no,” Krat would clarify as he set a similar box down. “I do not want it. Our boss does. The boss-boss.”
“So not him?” Nodding over at the only slightly grumpy looking Jok as he paced around looking at all the goods coming in and out of the garishly painted Pelicans.
“Maybe him. But no. His boss-boss. Likes your weird flatface stuff.” A shrug. “We don’t question. We are paid and so nod and get.”
“But…why old jackets and helmets.”
“We don’t question - also we are alien. You alien. Weird old alien stuff always interesting to someone.”
“Ok I guess thats fair.” Jessi looking down at his datapad with a nod. “And thats the last one anyway. So at least all that weird alien stuff can get that boss of you all soon enough.”
“Mmhm. Then payment, bounty!”
“Alien but not so different really. It's what we lowlives can expect isn’t it?” Well - and all the items that the Humans had traded for these Covenant goods. And some Humans ones too.
“Well you get your stuff. We get our stuff. All happy. Not even need any murder!” Krat sighing as he kicked at the dirt a little. “Shame - murder can be fun. And filling.”
Jessi opening his mouth to comment about the ever prevalent name of the Kig-Yar around Humans but decided against it. Murder was always on the table for these damn chickens. Best not to risk it. Besides, “All happy!” And then turning to his fellow Insurrectionists. “Alright everyone! Clear the landing site! The Kig-Yar got their stuff and unloaded ours. Once they lift off lets get this all unloaded and under cover!”
A series of ‘yep-yeps’ from the other Humans as they started to back away from the Pelicans. A few even patting Kig-Yar shoulders or going for hi-5s! And only a few of them had claws or daggers being waved at their faces! The crew was learning!
“Right all you idiots!” Jok cawwed out in Kiggle over the warming up engines. “Get it all in now! Then yourselves! I will leave you behind!”
He wouldn’t really. But it was always fun to watch the new Fluffs panicking and trying to grab and move quick fast. One of the newest Fluffs, Rer, fumbling with his coveralls as he tried to grab something small before heading for his assigned Pelican. Not that he really needed to move fast - it wasn’t like the ship would leave without its pilot. But still - Fluffs be fluffs. Especially in Rers case! As the crews only T’vaoan. It was good in a way. So he wouldn’t be heckled by his fellow featherheads for being bossed around by the ‘lessers’.
So into the ships the crates would be slid and starting to be strapped down. Luckily both groups here were all using the standard UNSC crates and straps. Making it all much simpler! The good thing the over reaching Talons of that damn Government had was standards. All the same and all easy to work with. The boxes of a few weapons, books and movies, clothing, and the mentioned PPE held in place by a few Kigs as the others tossed over straps before ratcheting them into place. Experienced in this sort of thing which the Innies at least seemed to nod at. Not that they could be heard over the engines as they waited for the air to stop being blasted away so they could clear up the landing zones and get to moving their new equipment into position. And to make sure the Kigs actually left. Sure business was done. But could you really trust those aliens?
Rer squawking in surprise as Krat moved past him and shoved something over his head. His beak and feather mane making it a bit of a struggle time between the two before the life preserver was fully over the T’vaos’ head. Finally able to somewhat see what it was as Rer moved to remove it before Jok’s voice in his ear stopped him.
“Lift off! I want to be back at my ship now!” So no time for that as Krat just winked at him. Rawking at him something about ‘safe now’ over the Pelican engines as the Kigs at the back did a double check before pulling down the lever to close the back doors. The other crew mates sitting and starting to strap themselves into the chairs as Rer and Krat moved into the cockpit. Thankfully the noise muffled much by the external door shutting and then even more with the cockpit door shutting behind them as the two moved to their chairs. Pilot on the right for Rer and Co for Krat on the left.
Despite this suspicion from each bird and the apparent prank that was trying to be pulled both space chickens would sit and start to do checks. Krat first as he started to list out ‘fuel normal levels’ as Rer grabbed the central belt clip from over his head and pulled it down to his waist. The belts pulling out to be over both his shoulders. ‘Seals and locks closed and secure’ as Rer pulled the left and right belts with both of his hands and pulling them to the middle before clicking them into place. ‘No loose gear detected’ as the final belt was pulled out from the front of the chair before click into place. All of them tightening down to be sure over Rars armor as his chair slid forward as he started to list off his checks too. ‘Engines and thrusters firing’ as Krat pulled his central belt over his head and the engines outside would glow and give a little thrust to confirm. ‘Nose canon responding and loaded’ just to be safe you understand. Krat clicking in his side belts. ‘Clear for liftoff’ and with the last click and whirr of Krats chair sliding into place they were green light to go. The green light itself flashing in the crew compartment as the Kigs back there tugged on their own simpler harnesses and made sure they were secure. And with the final checks done and the two strapped in Rar was able to look at what he was wearing now.
“Why one of the water jackets?”
“We are flying over the lake Rar! Just looking out for you is all.” The ‘smirk’ as much as one can do with a beak not providing any assurance as Rar just tried to focus on the controls. Not noticing that the Human armor he wore had already clicked and secured the life jacket to itself. Those lovely standards! Same with the chairs having space for them to sit against them while still wearing a parachute. Though only Rer was wearing one. Always worried about safety - probably why Krat though what he did was so funny. But focus! Rar taking hold of the yoke before looking out the windows to see that Pelican 1 was lifting off and rising up toward the space. And indeed out over the lake to get the right direction to get their escape angle correct. And with 1 out they were next. Just ignore Krat watching him. 2 lifting up and soon following 1 out over the water. 3 no doubt following them as Rar sighed. Back in the air where he was happy.
That was until he saw Krat leaning over to his chair. Rar sighing and turning before tilting his head as Krat holding a lever on the side of his own chair.
“Have a good trip and swim buddd!” Before there was a massive wroosh of sound and light. Before blackness. His Kig body not responding well to all that G-force as he was flung out of the Pelican!
—
They still hadn't left yet. And Jok was annoyed. But at least they had food now. The Captain turning the burger over in his hand before biting it upside down. Still tasted the same. And it took longer for the meat to get to his tongue. So the other way for sure. The Innies kind enough to share the barbeque they had set up after the Pelicans lifted off. 2 returning with only its co-pilot before 3 also flew back. With an angry Jok leaping out before it had finished touching down.
At least the Innies had a nice show to go with their dinner.
First Jok had told those in his own Pelican to go and get Rer, and his chair, out of the water. One of the lifeboats in the Pelican popped out of its thankfully small case and inflated nice and quick! So fast it knocked one of the crewmen over. Several laughs had as two of them were volunteered to get in the water and get to swimming! By being thrown into the water and the boat after them by the larger Kig-Yar from 3. It wasn’t like Jok was going to force them in he was too busy maneuvering past the still strapped down crates and crewmen in 2 to open up the door where the chortling laughter of Krat was quickly replaced by screams as the co-pilot was hauled from his chair, dragged to the back door of the transport, and thrown out of the ship onto the ground.
Jok then carefully explaining, with many hits with a Humbler, that Krat was in trouble for what he did. At least Rer had been lucky enough to float down and end up in a tree on the shore but the chair he had been in - that was kind of important to pilot. Was currently in the lake. As was the space grade window that was above Rers head. Both necessarily for the ship to work properly. And Krats little stunt had potentially damaged or lost them both! And put them behind schedule even more. And also potentially damaging Rer - that too. Krat himself only hearing the first fourth of this tirade as he was rendered senseless from the repeated shock smacks he was receiving. But the Humans, and a few crew Kigs watching, were happily recording it to show Krat once he woke up! Its important he would get the full lesson from this. Before a panting Jok would take a deep breath and switch the Humbler off before tossing it to one of the crew Kigs before holding out his hand. The Humbler replaced by some good strong tape that was ripped open and soon being wrapped around Krats ankles, wrists behind his back, and his beak nearer to his eyes. So Krat would still be able to breath no problem but would be good n quiet once he woke up. And with that done, easy to cut the tape with his beak, Jok would sit on a fold up chair with Krat as his foot rest as he watched his crew mill about. Three being sent out to get Rer down from the tree as the ones out in the lake cheered when they found the cockpit window! Dragged behind them as they paddled back to shore before it was hauled up and a team got to work slotting and securing it back into place.
“Pretty pray to Aecor that its not broken,” Jok would mutter to the still senseless Krat as he took another chomp out of his burger. “And that it fits in good. Same as the seat.” But Krat did nothing besides twitch. So Jok continued to watch and eat. Soon provided another burger once he finished his first one. This one with cheese on it! He’d need to get some crates of these next time. Maybe even Anguish would enjoy it? He was all about this Human Flat-Face…stuff.
The team that was sent to retrieve Rer not able to stop themselves snickering as they found the T’vaoan dangling from a tree. Feet talons gently swaying side to side as the breeze ruffled the trees branches and Rers’ own feathers. The featherheads tongue hanging out of his beak as he hung from his parachute. Good thing he had that on now! The three having a quick talk and eventually deciding to leave two on the ground under Rer as the other started to climb up the tree to get to him. Two to catch and one to release. Rer was a smaller child of T’vao but still a T’vaoan. Heavier than the Ruuthians who would try to catch him. So two was a safe bet. Sure a ladder would be helpful but with a cheer from those near the Pelicans the three knew the chair was on its way back so they didn’t have time for that. The Ruuth that got to Rer giving his mane a poke and a snicker as Rers head would tip a bit and waggle his tongue before back to hanging silently. Well not before the now inflated life jacket would squish and crackle as its air filled confines were shoved against. Now how to detach this parachute…
The Ruuth soon hanging upside down with his knees over the branch as he squinted at the back of the pilot. Starting to prod and slide his fingers along all the things back here. He wasn’t as familiar with this kind of stuff as Rer would have been. But that Kig was currently unavailable wasn't he! So soon just poking at things that got Rer to shake and shift around more as he hung around. Finally making a ‘glurr’ noise at all the attention he was getting as those standard issue attachment points were holding it secure to him. The life preserver at least giving his head support on both sides to keep it upright. And out of the water if he had fallen into what the jacket had sensed when he was closer to land. But he just missed it and into the three instead.
“Got it there?”
“No! There isn’t like…one release button!”
“On the bottom maybe?” Looking ‘down’ toward his legs on the branch the crew Kig would lower himself down a bit more so his beak was almost level with Rers rump. Having to reach out to press against it to steady himself before he was good. And there it was. A clip over a pull strap.
“Finally, good guess.” And a click later the crew Kig would look down and nod as he took hold. “One featherhead coming down.”
“Ready.”
“Ready.”
“Hlggk..wha?” And with a cloth ripping schriiip! Rer would find himself falling again?! Flailing his arms as he squawked in surprise before landing in both arms of his fellows. Still flailing around with eyes shut for a few seconds before he finally stopped and opened his eyes. To the smirking faces of the two holding him.
“Welcome back to earth birdy.”
“And without a bath too!” Rer blinking and looking around, squishing the air bladder around his neck, before looking up at the parachute hanging above him and the other Kig waving.
“Guess all that safety stuff was helpful for you Rer.”
“W…why am I here?”
“Oh,” the Kigs putting Rer down on his feet before starting to walk back with him.
“What?” The upside down Kig cheeping after them with arms spread. “No catch for me!?” All disappointed as the other Kigs kept walking. Making him grumble and work on righting himself and climbing down. Ain’t no way he was going to be able to untangle the chute. So the tree could have it.
“Krat pulled the ejection handle on your chair. It was really surprising to see you fly up into the air from the third pelican.” Some chuckles from the Kig.
“You should have heard Jok! He was so angry. All the things he said he would do to Krat. And probably will later.”
“Well unless it was you who did it yourself. But Jok didn’t think you did.”
“Why would I?!” Rer squeaked they were almost back at the Innie base. “I could have died if I didn’t have the parachute on?”
“Thats what bossman thought too. Just saying.” The crew Kig commenting as he pointed at the tied up senseless form of Krat. “But I’m sure Krat gave up the game when Jok got his claws on him.”
“Rer!” Jok giving a wave with his half eaten burger. “Head alright? Feeling able to fly?”
“Ahhh..err…,” Rar not able to stop staring a bit at the footrest of Krat. “I think I can Captain.”
“Good! Get yourself one of these burgers, take a breather while your seat is reinstalled, and then we head out. You can fly it without this broke maker can’t you?”
“Aye Capn.” Happily accepting an offered cheese hamburger as he sat himself down on the ground.
“Extra good. Enjoy. Your seat will be a bit damp but is being reinstalled now.” The crew Kigs all back around the ships now as the emergency raft was even able to be resealed in its container. The two Kigs having to both lay on it as it was deflated and folded up but they got it in there! Krat himself waking up when it was nearly time to leave as he would hermph and squirm around like a netted fish before Jok shook his head and hefted the co-pilot over his own shoulder. Arm around Krats waist as he called out. “Alright! Back in the ships! Any other slow down and I’ll be taking more than pay out of you! Understood?!”
Unlike before this was not a joke for the fluffs. So the crew who were able too would salute and file back into their ships. And this time the Pelicans flew away without issue. Krat just in 3 with Jok as he sat with his arm around the restrained Kig, showing him a recording of the beating he was given - in case he missed it and to remind him of how much trouble he was now in.
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