“What do you mean?” Temujin roared as the blue-skinned woman said her thanks and ran off toward an eatery across the street. “He’s still alive!” The Mongol-Kadesan raised the body of the bounty hunter like a rag doll, shaking him in the air and slapping his face until he came to. “See! Just went to sleep. Heh!” Temujin chucked him aside like garbage waste, indifferent to the loud thud made as he slammed against a building wall, knocking him unconscious, again.

Temujin’s attention shifted now toward those who came to the woman’s aid. The lumbering Torro was apparently a cohort to two others, a small green Cradeenes and a fierce woman who had a look that could kill. Beautiful, just like the blue one, but upon closer inspection, he realized that he had seen her face on a bounty paper before. Hmmm… 
The altercation wilted and the denizens returned back to what they were doing. Oasis’ peacekeepers would eventually turn up and assess the damage, long after they get word that the suspects are nowhere to be found. He spat on the ground at their cowardice. Just as he did, Silus slowly walked by, beckoning him to meet at the Green Oasis with the girl as he passed Temujin. The Mongol-Kadesan laughed at his awkward attempt to be conspicuous, but nodded. The bounty hunter, much like everyone he met on Tryliin, were schemers. One must always be prepared. 

He turned to Ohkarr, who began plucking at the leg of the downed thug. Temujin went over to the leather bag and untied it to grab a piece of hopper meat. “Ohkarr! Kichun-no-reika!” The avian snapped back to his companion’s native tongue, flapping over in an instant at the site of hopper flesh. It pecked at it with its beak, testing its tenderness. 

“Mei-lo, mei-lo. Kuchugo mogani.” Ohkarr listened to his words well, its black soul-less eyes peering into Temujin’s. It squawked affectionately to his companion before snatching the meat from his palm and vanished over the rooftops. He grabbed his netted bag and changed into his armored gear. The inner-matted gel surfaces of each individual gear piece cooled his body parts. Temujin latched the heavy rifle and metal lance in their respective slots on his back, completing the transition from half-naked oaf, to fully armored dingus. After stuffing the net in a side pouch, he glanced over at the leather bag, then to Marcos Xins, the place where most of the participants of the street fight congregated to.

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Temujin came through the back entrance of Marco's, where he sold most of his packaged meats and other goodies to the chefs and workers taking a break in the alleyway. Most of what was left was unsellable, so he handed out the rest to a group of homeless people that were shoulder-to-shoulder around a bonfire. He immediately spotted the blue woman and the other female with her alien companions. Temujin trudged over to a table in between them and cut to the chase. 

“Listen, I read the bounty database regularly. I know who you all are, and apparently a pesky bounty hunter that watched our little street performance knows us too. He wants me to meet him at the Green Oasis tonight.” Temujin glanced over to the blue woman. “I think you know who he is too… I’ve seen the way you look at him. The way all of you did.” 

“I don’t know what he has up his sleeve, but if we all stick together, he’ll think twice before trying anything stupid. Plus, it’s the Green Oasis…worse that could happen is that he buys us all drinks!”