"Come on, krill."

"No."

"Oh come on."

"No."

Captain Vir and his three brothers stood at the bottom of the snow covered mountainside arms crossed under the light of the snow-blinding sun.

"I am not getting on that." Krill huffed stubbornly. He was sitting encased inside the specimen tube protected from the freezing cold of the snow, but despite his protection, there was no way in the seven rings of Nebulon he was going to get on the steel contraption of impending death.

He wasn't really sure what he was expecting with the brothers insisted he come with them. Driving slowly up an ice covered mansion to a small human settlement populated by hundreds of humans in advanced snow gear.

Of course that had all seemed relatively ok, he hadn't even questioned them when the humans began strapping waxed boards of fiberglass to their feet. Humans hated walking, and if they could avoid doing it in any condition than they would. He had even heard stories of humans strapping wheels to their feet though he had yet to see that.

Strapped to Captain Vir's back, the group of them had slid their way down a shallow hill to where they now stood.

"No."

"Krill, it's safe. Humans have been doing this for hundreds... no thousands of years now."

"Are you kidding me, just look at it." The brothers turned in unison looking up at the "Ski lift." Massive posts of steel rose into the air at equal distance from each other bound together by massive steel cables. Attached to these steel cables by only a single bar of steel, was a chair. Just big enough for four people, the chair swung and dangled over the drop as it carried it's chattering humans up into the fog.

Captain vir reached down and shouldered the specimen tube with one strap, "Oh don't worry, we promise you'll be fine."

The other three nodded, "We promise we won't push Adam off as long as he's holding you."

Kril stared at them aghast, and they laughed sliding their way towards the gate using spike tipped poles to push themselves along when they couldn't move their legs.

Krill hunkered down inside his tube desperately covering his eyes with the colorful scarf the female human had knitted for him. It was quite a sweet gesture, and though it was meant to keep him warm and comfortable, he now used it to cover his eyes.

He felt the humans slide forward, and then the sudden jolt as the chair swept their feet out from under them. He could just imagine the ground disappearing as they were carried into the air upon the rickety contraption.

One of these days he was just going to die of anxiety.

Eventually he was able to open his eyes terrified as the ground slowly passed by far below.

Then the humans began pushing each other.

They stopped when he began to scream.

Luckily, they made it to the top in one piece sliding down the little lift and onto the pinnacle of snow. Krill was finally able to relax, but then another confused question came up.

He looked at the brothers as they adjusted their gloves.

Two of them weren't strapped to two pieces of fiberglass, but had decided to strap both of their feet to one piece of fiberglass, because of that, they was forced to sit down and redo the straps at the top while the other two brothers waited patiently.

"Um, one problem."

The four humans looked up at him eyebrows raised.

"How are we going to get down? I mean those things on your feet look really slippery and we are at the top of a mountain, if you go close to the edge you'll just start sliding, and what's to stop you from sliding into a tree or off a cliff?"

He really should get used to the humans laughing at him. That usually meant that he had said something that clearly demonstrated that he understood nothing.

The two sitting humans stood, "What an astute observation my inhuman friend." One of the brothers said, "Because that is exactly the point."

"Wait, what."

Before he could protest further the humans had pushed themselves over the edge picking up speed as they moved down the mountain. Krill felt his insides drop out from under him as they sped down a steep incline carving sharp turns into the snow. The three other brothers cut around them two oriented sideways on their single pieces of fiberglass.

Krill was just beginning to get used to the feeling of speeding down a thirty miles an hour when the human cut left heading straight for the trees. Krill screamed trying to tell him to turn before he ran into something, but Captain Vir cut through a pile of powder sending up a wave of the white fluff taking a sharp turn as trees began appearing out of nowhere.

The turns he used were sharp and fast. Krill ended up at the bottom of his containment to dizzy to keep track of where they were going. Every moment it seemed as if they were about to bash into a tree, but his human reflexes saved them every time as they cut from the forest riding over a hard packed bump catching momentary air before landing back to the ground with a thud and a spray of white.

Turning sideways, the human cut to a sharp, jolting stop, waiting for the other humans to catch up.

One of the single-board humans followed catching a good three feet of air as he came over the bump, spinning himself to his other side and landing oriented the other direction.

Vir snorted, "Not bad for an amateur."

A middle finger was raised.

The second brother to appear came out of the trees with an extended scream careening out of control before running into a mass pile of snow. There was an explosion of white, and Krill barely caught the moment as the human turned horizontal catching his toe edge on the hard-paced snow.

He pitched violently towards the ground slamming into the unforgiving earth to skid a good six feet before coming to a stop at their feet.

He lay there for a moment moaning.

Krill's eyes widened in horror.

The humans laughed.

The other brother joined them quickly giggling at his brother's expense, "WHIPEOUT."

"Pain." The man moaned

"Sucks to suck." Captain Vir pointed out unconcernedly as the human finally pealed himself off the ground front covered in snow, goggles shedding chunks of white.

'Oh yeah, well if you are such an expert, than you should show us your skill, oh great master of the slopes."

"And how do you suggest I do that. I can hardly demonstrate my great skill with the three of you hampering me."

Laughter, booing and catcalling ensued, but they finally moved off, one human saying he had the perfect place for their younger brother to show them his skill.

"Absolutely Not! Don't be crazy you WILL die."

Captain Vir looked down the slope standing next to his brothers. Krill could see the look on the man's face as if even the HUMAN was beginning to acknowledge his mistake.

The mount of snow must have been twenty feet tall, and as they watched a distant speck raced towards the jump catching a tremendous amount of air, spinning over backwards before finally landing and skiing off as if nothing had happened.

It looked like a horrible way to die

One brother crossed his arm, "Well, let's see it then."

Captain Vir swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. Krill had never seen him like this before, but then again he had never done many human activities with him, and this was just stupid.

"Chicken." One of the brothers goaded

The Captain stood there for a long moment before his face hardened. He shrugged himself out of the straps to the specimen tube and thrust Krill into his older brother's hands.

The man's eyes widened in surprise as his younger brother did so, "What are you doing?"

"Showing you how it's done."

He held out a hand as if to stop him but missed as he began slowly gaining speed down the hill.

"Shit." One of the brothers said

"I didn't think he'd actually do it." The other said, and in unison they began racing down the hill calling their younger brother's name telling him to stop.

He either didn't hear or didn't listen, and by the time he reached the base of the jump he was practically flying. Snow sprayed out behind him in a tight arc. His brothers were screaming for him to stop. He had reached the apex of the jump now, and somehow, for some unknown reason the skis popped from his feet launching him into the air.

Krill watched in fascinated horror as if, in slow motion, the human flailed about until the apex of his flight he began to fall. He must have tried very hard to reorient himself, but it wouldn't have mattered. He hit the ground hard pitching forward feet curling over his head.

"F***K."

As far as he understood, the human spine wasn't supposed to bend that way.

He didn't stop there jack-knifeing down the mountain feet over head bouncing into the air and then rolling. When he finally stopped rolling, he began to slide finally coming to a stop in a mound of snow still and unmoving.

The brothers raced after him yelling, "F**K Shit....SHIT!"

"F**K Jeremy why did you tell him to do that."

"I didn't think he'd actually do it! F**K."

Faster than ever before, they sped around the jump and down the hill. Krill watched in numb silence, and he just watched his friend die horribly?

They sped to a stop beside the prone body lying face down in the snow. Jeremy kicked off his skis and knelt next to his brother. Patting him on the back, "Adam, Adam, can you hear me? Adam."

For one horrible moment he didn't respond. And then he moaned.

A relieved sigh broke from the gathered humans and Krill felt the relief spread through him.

"Alright Adam, don't move."

The human didn't seem to have heard him struggling slowly into a sitting position looking dazed. Jeremy gave up trying to keep him still and helped him into a sitting position.

"You idiot, are you ok?" He pulled off his goggles, and looked at his eyes.

Adam weakly tried to wave him off, "I'm ok."

Krill had a tough time believing that. Apparently many of the other humans agreed, and the mountain rescue crews hand been called to take him off the mountain and look him over for injuries.

To krill's relief and his annoyance, they found none. It was like the human was made of rubber or something. Despite the horrible way in which his spine had nearly bent in half he seemed none the worse for wear aside from some pretty nasty bruising.

In fact, Krill would have wagered that the brothers received more injury from their mother than Vir received from his fall.

As seemed to be the rule of small human towns, everyone knew everyone, and someone on the mountain had seen Captain Vir's fall and called the female human directly. When they finally walked through the door supporting their sore brother, they received an aggressive and terrifying tirade about their behavior towards their younger brother.

Why hadn't they stopped him, what kind of idiots were they, what if he had died?

Secretly, Krill received a huge sense of amusement from watching the three large men cowed by the small plump woman.

His conclusion, humans are made of rubber, and it's probably not a good idea to anger a human mother.

They will hurt you.