In the other corridor, Fleet-Of-Foot was doing much the same thing. He reached the hatchway to the room where the humans had been detained and pressed a free hand against the door activator. The hatch slid open and he sprinted inside the room at attack speed, assault rifles pointed in opposite directions and ready to fire, but the room was empty, with no signs of the humans. With a hiss, the door closed again. He figured they must have already been taken to the shuttle hangar, which would further complicate events, no doubt. Turning around, he lowered his rifles before pulling out his datapad from a skinsuit pocket. Activating the intercom function on it he lumbered toward the hatchway.

"The humans - HRRRK!"

Exploding from the cleaning pool in a massive spray of water, Tusker fired his assault rifles into the other warrior's back, riddling it with fist-sized craters full of gore and shattered bony-plates when the tiny metal darts chewed through the jerking body and exploded out through the front of the unfortunate warrior's chest.

Fleet-Of-Foot staggered forward and hit the bulkhead hard, the datapad flying from his hands along with his assault rifles. Twisting slightly as he slid to the deck, Fleet-Of-Foot saw through rapidly darkening vision while Tusker stood waist-deep in the sloshing water of the cleaning pool, with rivulets of water streaming over the bulging muscles on his chest.

Tusker lowered his weapons and studied the dying warrior with narrowed eyes and an expression of grim satisfaction. His plan had worked better than expected, he realized with a subdued feeling of pride as he sprung up and out of the pool, landing amidst the splattering of water on the metal deck. Walking over to the dying warrior, he kicked the discarded rifles further away and hunkered down next to him.

Fleet-Of-Foot's desperate gasps were rapidly becoming weaker while he lay there in a spreading pool of his own viscous, black, blood. He no longer appeared to be aware of his surroundings as his consciousness faded.

Tusker snapped his jaw shut softly and reached out a single talon which he dipped in the blood before bringing it up to the end of his snout where he examined it closely. Licking the sticky black liquid from his talon, he stood up and departed. The first bitter taste of the blood of his compatriots. His fall from grace was now complete.
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