Skorge was usually pretty good about what he could handle and what he couldn’t, but even he made mistakes. He hissed at the looming figure, dim anger lighting the corridors of his addled mind. All he wanted to do right now was strangle that man!
He tried to push himself up but only managed to turn over on his side, where he lay with his eyes closed. “I’m dying,” he said, being melodramatic, but from Starbuck’s point of view it might not sound like a joke.
Starbuck’s panic reached its peak when Skorge said that he was dying.
“I’ll get help!” Starbuck screamed.
His armor klanked loudly as he ran off to find his coffee and sugar supplier. Unfortunately, for everyone in this situation the one who introduced Starbuck to coffee was a human. The metalic klanking approached Skorge along with the sound of a man protesting to being dragged along.
“Put me down this instant!” Prescott demanded of the Armored Kantus.
Starbuck only released him once they reached Skorge, who was still laying on the ground.
“Fix!” Starbuck pointed at Skorge.
Prescott approached Skorge carefully till he looked directly down at him.
“I’m no medic, but he looks dead to me.”
Skorge heard the human and reflexively wanted to kill, but he also wanted to die, so he just snarled and held that expression.
He opened his eyes at the human’s proclamation and glared, uttering a low growl. “You did this,” he said through grated teeth. His stomach and head really hurt now, and his mind was a blur. It was difficult to make his limbs move, but Skorge pushed himself forward and tried to bite Prescott’s ankle.
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