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Kusuyk felt like a ninja. She had watched as the towering metal walked past her. The Kushiban had hidden herself in a small tuck of the ship. But, curiosity was quite the killer to her.
Kusuyk noted she was feeling tired and worn down, but didn't really want to fall asleep in what was likely hostile territory.
She heard the pilot say something about taking off in five minutes and Kusuyk wasn't too happy with that. She only had five minutes to explore now, and she really wanted to see under the helm of the one who'd entered the ship.
Now or never.
Kusuyk hopped quickly toward her target, stopping close behind where the towering metal was seated. The .5 meter tall Kushiban gawked at the enormous rifle that was in front of her.
One blast from that with her guard down and there wouldn't even be any remains, just bunny goo. She took this moment to reflect on her life. Her only regret; not biting the kid she had stayed with last night and being so young to die.
She looked over to her right and saw a man, he looked real enough to her, but not like anything else on this ship. He had a blaster pointed at her and Kusuyk's ears fell quickly down to her sides. She wasn't sure if this guy was another illusion or if he was real. There was no way for her to tell. A wicked grin crawled onto his face and she felt her fur stand on end.
"SAVE ME!" Kusuyk screamed and jumped onto the unexpected Kushari, who was likely very upset with the fact there was a kushiban's butt on her helmet and screaming for a hero. "Don't let him shoot me!" Kusuyk was practically delirious. She knew how to fight, but she didn't like the looks of a mutated human with a blaster pointed at her and might by fake.
"If that is a hallucination. I'm so dead." she thought, getting a bit teary eyed.
To say that Rook was surprised would be an understatement of epic proportions. She was shocked, flabbergasted, stunned, taken aback, rendered breathless, awestruck, bamboozled, and flat-out dumbfounded by the rapidness and raw force of the unexpected attack, which saw perhaps ten pounds of fluffy bunny wabbit pounce onto her helmet.
She scowled as the rabbit wailed something about being shot. The Kushari's hands balled into tight fists; so tight that her claws would've cut right through her gloves, if it weren't for the ceramic cap built into the fingertips to prevent such an accident. The feline didn't speak, rather, she reached up and seized the Kushiban by her flanks and pried the hopping mad creature off of her helmet.
Rook held the half-meter ball of fluff at arm's length and cocked her head to one side. After deciding that the bunny posed no threat - more specifically, no threat that couldn't be quickly ended with a good hard stomp - she brought it in a bit closer and lowered her head to give herself a better view of the Kushiban.
"Who are you?" she demanded harshly, "and why are you in this ship, screaming like a gorramed lunatic?"