The rat was thrown into the brig, as laser fence powered up behind her. She scrambled back up and gnashed her teeth before turning to three officers. The captain held the mouse close on one of the two bunk beds, while Mika sat apart, on the floor with his hands around his knees.
"Evenin'," the rat nodded to them, still pulsing with aggression.
"'Sup," the winged cat replied. The female rat began to pace from the back wall to the fence, muttering profanities and racial slurs. Her volume grew louder and louder until she dropped the pretence and outright screamed at the guards.
"Save your strength, we'll be here a while," Maxim said. She turned to him and rolled her eyes, turning away.
She only looked back to say, "I dont need advice from you."
"You don't know who I am," he replied.
"I dont care who you are. You could be Emperor of the Eph'tan homeworld and it wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference. I would still all be stuck in this stupid cell." She slammed her fist against the wall, exerting some energy, calming down. "It was my first real battle as well. My Harpy was beautiful."
"You're a pilot?" the captain asked, layering his tone with curiousity. The rat's twitched into an evaporating smile at the question.
"The best dogfighter-" She stopped mid-sentence and started again. "Yeah, part of TAK 1 of the 107th Direwolves. Bunch of cowards." She looked over to the officers. "You know, once the Ellan went down, and the human fleet arrived, they just ran off, leaving us lot behind to face God knows what twisted fate these humans will have waiting." Her chest heaved with anger.
"Well fighting to the end got us stuck in here. Maybe they had the right idea," the captain said. Kimchi lifted her head, looking to the cat. He glanced to her and smirked. The rat's eyes narrowed, and sneered, looking between the two Eph'tan. She turned away again.
"If everyone fought as hard as I did, these baldies would have been a pushover."