Twelve reports.

Twelve's eyes finally opened as the Lieutenant began to care for her wound. She took in deep, rasping breaths as she looked at the guardswomen, her small, cone shaped breasts pert beneath her skintight uniform. Finally, Her eyes fell upon Calvo.

“You!” she rasped, struggling against the Lieutenant's gentle hands.

“As you were, Twelve” the Lieutenant commanded. The petite guard settled back to the ground at the order, staring at Calvo with a slow burning hate. He returned her gaze, looking over her stained uniform that tightly covered her firm little body, as it did the other guards who still wore them.

The gentle pulsing of the scouter starting up drew his eyes to where the Captain sat atop it, running through a few simple diagnostic tests. The redheaded officer then shut down thw scouter's power unit, waiting until it settled to the ground again. She dismounted, moving to stand beside the Lieutenant, looking down at Twelve.

“Report , Guard.” the Captain commanded, her voice terse and full of quiet authority.

Twelve struggled to sit up, the Lieutenant helping her to lean her back against a nearby tree.

“Guard Eighteen and myself were sent out to recapture the escaped prisoner.” she gestured at Calvo “The prison was attacked by a party of Merc Pirates. I became separated from Eighteen and you’re the first people I’ve seen since we became separated other than the pirate.” disgust in her voice. “I managed to stun him but he got a few shots off before he fell, one of which grazed my arm.”

The Captain nodded, taking in the brief report. “Do you know how many attacked the prison?”

Twelve shook her head, causing the Captain to purse her full lips.

“We will continue on and decide on our course of action when we can guage the condition of the prison. Lieutenant, you will take the scouter.” She glanced around “Where is Maya?” she asks angrily.

“She was scouting for any other pirates Captain” the Lieutenant replied, letting out a low whistle. The guards waited in tense silence for Maya’s response.

The Captain staggered forward moments later, almost falling over Twelve. Calvo glimpsed a small dart sticking from her arm.

“Ambush!” the Lieutenant called loudly crouching down; spinning around to face the direction the dart came from as the Captain fell to the ground. The clone twin, Stripe, dived forward, staying low to check on the sprawled Captain.

“She’s **** but breathing normally and her pulse is strong.” She muttered, at the Lieutenant's glance.

Calvo meanwhile was pushed to the ground, Dragon's lithe form directly in front him, her body tense, obscuring most of his view of the surrounding forest. He glimpsed a flash of blue amongst the trees, the sound of a stun pistol following soon after from the Lieutenant’s direction.

The tense silence was suddenly shattered by a feral yell, the whine of the stun pistol followed soon after. Calvo felt something sting his neck, and he registered the approach of several blue skinned natives as he slipped in and out of consciousness, fighting the sedative that rushed through his body. Finally, he yielded to the ****, blacking out.