chattering her teeth slightly across from her.


> Logical - first he gets heat stroke, and then he lies around on the floor in the freezing cold! If he doesn't have a fever now, he'll surprise me a lot! <


He didn't surprise her. On the contrary - a few milligrade more, and Maiju would have burned his hand on his forehead.


She sighed. Great! And again Loé! He had only got through half the missions in three years. The guy was unlucky!


Inwardly arming herself against his predictable fit of anger, she stepped over Fir and crept over to Turnus.


Her attempts to wake him up were too timid; he just turned and went back to sleep.


The one with his blessed sleep! Turnus resented being woken up in the middle of the night. But there was no other way this time.


She kicked him firmly in the side.


This method worked.Yawning and cursing, he sat up.


"Tell me, Maiju, are you crazy? Why do you wake me up at such a time?" growled the captain. Maiju was internally defensive at his tone, but didn’t show anything externally.


"Loé." she just said.


Turnus knew what she meant. "What is it again?"


"Fever. And not a little!"


In view of the late hour, this time Turnus overheard Maiju's flippant speech, which he considered disrespectful, curled up again on the floor and mumbled: "He will survive!"


"Shouldn't we fly back to the space capsules after all?"


"What!"


"But he won't survive the night in the cold! We should-"


He straightened up and snapped at her: "Shut up now! I'm in charge, I've known Loé a few years longer than you have, and I tell you: If he were really as squeamish as you think, then he would have you never even met him!Or do you think you're his personal nurse? "


"Well- no ..."


“Then don't be so worried!” Turnus turned his back on her.


Maiju would have loved to have given him her opinion on this occasion, but she was just barely able to control herself.


What an ass! Because of `personal nurse`! She understood the innuendo, and that made her angrier.


Scoundrel, bastard, narrow-minded philistine! Maiju burned with anger, Turnus became more and more mean to her, he irritated her when she only saw him.


She woke Fir up, explained the situation and asked him to warm Loé. Then she crept over to Tarkran and woke him up too. He reacted almost as ungraciously as Turnus, grumbling: "What are you not doing yourself?" and rolled over.


Maiju grabbed him and turned him around again "I'm not keen on having to hear another stupid allusion from our beloved captain!So get your ass over a few feet, it won't kill you! "


"Nope!"


Maiju slapped him one.


Grumbling, he moved his place.


Soon after, he fell asleep again.


Maiju huddled in a fold in the floor. Her gaze wandered to Turnus. Something in her went cold. Why was he suddenly acting so nasty to her? That had only been the case since she made the suggestion with the Fiihrer. `Who is actually in charge here: you or me? 'He seemed to have had something against her ever since.




Which was proven again the next morning, when Turnus found out how it really was with Loé and turned Maiju halfway through the meat grinder because she had allegedly not notified him. He stifled their attempts to justify themselves


with his fist. In doing so, he broke off one of her sharp canines as if on the side. And didn't seem to notice that this humiliation only turned her against himself even more.

Loé was sent back to headquarters, the remaining five continued the mission. With little success, since Turnus, in his stubbornness, did not want to listen to Maiju's advice, but to seek it during the night.


He overlooked the fact that his command, especially Fir and Tarkran, were on Maiju's side, or did not want to see it, because he would have had to be blind and stupid at the same time in order not to notice the growing displeasure in his direction.


Nonetheless, he carried on as before and would have grown old on this planet if the trio Maiju-Fir-Tarkran hadn't gone on forays at night and killed hundreds of the strong locals in direct combat on their own. The three of them only had a few hours of sleep, which, together with the hard fighting and the heat of the day, was draining the substance in the long run, and gave Turnus another reason to get excited about their laziness.


A crack went through the command, which quickly widened: Turnus and Tiang on one side, Maiju, Fir and Tarkran on the other.The mood between the two parties was becoming more and more like a rubber band stretched to tear.


One problem that affected everyone arose on the second day: the water. There was hardly any on the planet, and even if they found water, it wasn't enough. They could only take a little with them; barely a quarter of a liter went into the canteens that Turnus had dug up from the junk in the camp. The thirst became a permanent condition.




“I can't go on!” Tarkran fell to his knees and was breathing heavily. "Maiju, take over!"


“Okay!” Maiju went into attack position, her opponent smiled arrogantly. He was fully aware of his strength and therefore very confident of victory. Maiju had doubts whether she could defeat him after what he had done to Fir and Tarkran, and on top of that, the scouter could not measure his combat strength, it was constantly changing. So she was damn insecure, the worst possible way to win a fight.

She forced herself to be calm. If she let her insecurity shine through, she would reinforce the opponent's superiority.


The local started the fight by jumping up abruptly, aiming the claws of his feet at Maiju's face, she escaped the kick when she dropped to the side, kicked her turn, missed, he lunged at her and then they rolled intertwined, kicking as hard as possible and biting on the ground, clawed the enemy. Suddenly they scattered, pushed against the rocks around them, hit each other with tremendous force, were thrown to the ground. But immediately they stood again and attacked each other. Maiju used her old trick, faking a direct slap in the face, he fended off, she jerked her legs forward and kicked both of them at the same time, pushed herself off, caught herself with her hands on the floor, did a somersault. and landed behind her currently defenseless opponent, attacking him with all his strength in the back.The body check threw him on the ground.


Maiju knew that he was not knocked out. and it was only a matter of minutes before he got up again. She used the short respite to take a deep breath. The deep scratches that the local's claws had left on his chest and stomach didn't burn badly, but she consoled herself with the fact that the marks of her claws must have hurt him at least as much, if not more, after all, her armor had held out quite a bit .


She nodded briefly to Fir and Tarkran, who had watched the fight anxiously and anxiously, as a sign that they were OK. was.


Then she saw the movement out of the corner of her eye. her head whipped around. The scouter reported a whole series of great energies, the owners of which were just jumping over the rocks into the small cauldron. Three, four, five locals, all muscular and harder looking than Titanium and with tremendous energies.


One helped the fallen man to get up while the others surrounded Maiju, Fir and Tarkran.They backed away and stood with their backs to each other in a defensive triangle.


"Definitely stay where you are!" warned Fir. "Even the three of us will have difficulty fending off their attacks, but each one we are one hundred percent lost!"


"Roger that!" Echoed Maiju and Tarkran in chorus.


The three eagerly awaited the first attack. That didn't come. Instead, the local who helped the first turned to her: "We didn't come here to fight you, but to talk to you. Why are you causing trouble on our planet and killing so many of our people?"


"You don't care about the why!" poisoned Tarkran. "The only thing you should worry about is the fact that we do it!"


"But we like to waste why!"


Maiju covered Tarkran's mouth before he could say anything wrong: "Why? Well, because there is someone sitting on our necks who could blow up your planet with a snap of his fingers, and who asks us to!"

"And why doesn't he do it himself when he's as strong as you say?"


"Because he's too good for it!" came the cutting tone of Tarkran when Maiju was about to say exactly the same thing.


She nodded in agreement.


"From your answer I conclude that you don't exactly love him!" stated the speaker of the locals. "Why don't you just leave him?"


“Ha!” Fir laughed bitterly. "You are really naive! No one escapes Freezer!"


That seemed to take the wind out of the sails of the speaker; evidently he had not considered such a reaction. This breed was not particularly bright!


"You could at least try it!" he muttered.


"Then we are dead!" returned Maiju. “May I ask something: Are you the leader of this bunch?” She made a gesture that included all six locals.


"Yes."


"Good. Then I know who I have to kill so that the others cuddle!" With these words, she loaded a kiball in front of her chest, which she shot at the leader.He opened his eyes and dodged, but too late, the kiball hit his right arm and tore a wound from the shoulder bit to the elbow. He slumped with a groan.


"Iornotake! You damn ... attack!" shouted Maiju's previous opponent and the others followed the order on the spot.


Maiju shot someone who attacked her head-on and forced him to evade. He broke off the attack and tried a new one, but had to dodge