03-28-2004, 07:48 PM
Over the years 'Vok had found himself caught in quite a few predicaments. Situations that required difficult decisions, that could spell his ruin or his rapture. And now, he found another of those decisions sitting squarely in his lap. He could easily transform into a bird and leave Valerie Cooper alone with her insecurities and ineptitude. He could fly off, find the nearest inter-dimensional communication relay, contact Corsair, and be off this rock by tomorrow morning. But, if he did that, he would find himself back on the Starjammer, with Châod and Raza as his only company, no where near cute pink haired chicks with wings. It was definitely a quandary for the ages. And on top of her looks, she apparently could cook, and âVok liked eggs.
He had been standing, cemented in one place, on the path down to the beach. He was so conflicted that his legs refused to work. He could not budge in either direction, for fear of making a colossal mistake. He hoped the girl was worth being stuck working for the Battle-ax again. After minutes of scrutiny, he turned back to the building, and began to make his way back, hoping to get to know the pink haired girl a little better. âPink haired girlâ¦you donât even know her name. What are you, nuts? Well yeah, I am, whatâs your point?â But before he could get back inside, he heard a window slide open, and she flew out, down towards the beach. Time for the hunt. He concentrated on his form, transforming it in exacting detail, leaving a large striped cat standing where John Starling had been. Time for her to see just how much of a tiger I can be.
He had been standing, cemented in one place, on the path down to the beach. He was so conflicted that his legs refused to work. He could not budge in either direction, for fear of making a colossal mistake. He hoped the girl was worth being stuck working for the Battle-ax again. After minutes of scrutiny, he turned back to the building, and began to make his way back, hoping to get to know the pink haired girl a little better. âPink haired girlâ¦you donât even know her name. What are you, nuts? Well yeah, I am, whatâs your point?â But before he could get back inside, he heard a window slide open, and she flew out, down towards the beach. Time for the hunt. He concentrated on his form, transforming it in exacting detail, leaving a large striped cat standing where John Starling had been. Time for her to see just how much of a tiger I can be.