Brawl for Power

Wren clutched her side and cared her teeth in a snarl. Her eyes flashed as she held Krigs gaze. From their spot in the stands, Zim, Rachel, and Curtis saw her eyes dilate so much, her eyes looked blacked and she looked like a demon.

"I knew she wouldn't win," Tormithy said aloud to no on in general. "With that much blood loss, she'll probably not even last the next few minutes."

"If she is a Warrior Class Delaline, she just might surprise you," Felicity said watching more intently.

Zim shot out of his seat to try and reach Wren but he was held back by Curtis and Rachel.

"She's not finished yet Zim, trust me," Rachel said.

Wren's pupils contracted suddenly and sharply to near slits. Blue grey eyes shown like thunder clouds as she suddenly launched herself at Krig, knocking him back several yards with a double kick. She landed on all fours like a cat in a crouched position, snarl still on her face. Krig stumbled to his feet and tried to launch more attacks with his spider legs.

"That should be fucking illegal!" Grace shouted above the din of the crowd.

"Paks are part of an Irken, like claws are to her," Lak growled, "unfortunately it is fair."

From her crouched position on the floor Wren hissed at Krig and leapt toward him. Everyone but the Delalines were surprised as she ran at him, on all fours, missing the spear like jabs of his legs the whole time. He kept retreating as Wren got closer and leapt, tackling him to the ground. Krig's head hit the floor with a resounding thunk that stunned him senseless.

"I should kill you for that Krig," she snarled at him with a very deadly tone. "But you'd like that. So I'm going to do what I originally planned to do. I'm going to send you back to the Armada, just like you'd admit you never wanted to do. The think you didn't know was that the Tallests sent you here because your people are being taken out, planet by conquered planet. You were here to survive you fucking idiot. Now, you're going to go back to fight on the front lines of this war that is coming up. If I see you anywhere near this sector, near my ship, near my crew, or this station, I will disembowel you with my teeth. Is that clear?"

He nodded dazed and she got off of him, but not without punching him straight in the face, knocking him out.

Wren stood, hand clutching her side. "Anyone else want to challenge me? I am the Captain of the living ship Bez. You are my crew until you are handed over to another figure in command. And if you are, you will respect them like you do me. I will have no more outbursts like Krig's upon my ship, while you are under my command. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am!" the crowd roared.

"I can't hear you. Am I understood?"

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"

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Snippet from my story of Transmission 2: Finding a Way, the continuation of Transmission 1: Abduction.

Wren is full battle mode. Still not sure if this is her full, final design. I have a few others but this is just a kick butt pose. I love how she looks so fierce.

This has also been my first trial of line arting that's cleaner than my other way. And shorter after I got used to it!

If anyone wants to color this just ask and I'll shoot you the png file for it without the watermark. All I as is if you read her description in the stories. It'll be in the first Transmission. I don't care if you finish the damned thing, just get her coloring correct. lol