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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR'
Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
Back in the cockpit, the warrior placed the small device in a special hole of the same shape. He pressed some keys and the system projected a solar system unknown to her.
- “Shar'ika.”
She stood next to him on the right side of the seat.
- “Let's hunt Bad Blood.”
She chuckled.
- “I was waiting for you to say it.”
He liked her willingness very much. He growled with satisfaction.
They landed on the small planet. Before entering the interior of the designated territory, the warrior explained to her that the planet was inhabited by an intelligent but primitive species that lacked the knowledge and technology to deal with the Bad Blood. The signal for his approach was given by other Yautja who had passed by and detected his ship. The plan was more or less the same as before.
They could literally follow the trail of decapitated bodies. The natives were humanoids, with long thin limbs that suggested more finesse than strength. They wore homemade clothing and weapons—spears, bows, carved arrows. Along their paths they strung low, totem-like wooden poles with decorations.
Khar'tal and Shar'ika's chance came when they caught up with a group of natives. Perhaps they were hunting for food or perhaps they were searching for their attacker. Whatever their strength, they were not evenly matched.
When the Bad Blood attacked the pack, he had no idea that he himself had become the target of pursuit. He wedged himself into the locals. With the first swings, he cut down two. The others shouted and attacked him with their wooden spears, the tips of which shattered in his armor. Some ran away in fear.
As he pursued the fugitives, Khar'tal intervened, launching a net. The latter was pinned to a tree but he quickly escaped, tearing the net apart. The two came face to face. She stood crouched in the shadows, watching for other enemies or some sneaky move. Khar'tal fought the Bad Blood. He approached valiantly first, giving him a chance to measure his strength. The former did not agree and used his weapons against the elite warrior. A titanic exchange of blows followed, plasma fire, growls and then more. They traded cuts and bruises. The former was angry that he could not take down the elite warrior easily. He grunted and roared. He used grenades. The warrior managed to avoid them by throwing himself to the side. The Bad blood tried to use the moment but she intervened. She fired an arrow from her right panel that didn't hit directly but exploded in front of its target in a bright flame capable of burning and blinding. The one was stunned and blinded, but not incapacitated. He began to fire in her direction but she was no longer there. From her next position she fired her hand-held plasma pistol. It hit him in the shoulder. The one started toward her with a roar, oblivious to the elite warrior who swooped down after him, grabbed him by the waist and threw him over his head onto the hard ground. The one rolled, leapt to his feet, only to be met by the elite warrior's double blade. The cold metal sank deep into the Bad Blood's skull.
The elite warrior withdrew his hand and with one sharp movement retracted the blades. The large body of the enemy collapsed to the ground at his feet. The warrior towered over his defeated prey, victorious, energized, intoxicated by his rise, ready to meet anything and everyone. As per tradition deeply encoded in his genes, he spread his arms and roared his success to the world.
He turned and saw her, the small huntress, his partner, standing on a rock, emerging from cover. Her eyes, the visor of her mask, glowed red. She bowed slightly to him, uttering one word: Arbiter . In his eyes, she was a unique little Yautja copy. Every piece of armor, every weapon she carried, every inch of soft pale skin beneath, it made him have eyes and desire for her only.
*** *** ***
She was always worried about him but she would never interfere in his fight unnecessarily. She watched him express the satisfaction of his victory. A great elite warrior. A true Yautja. Overflowing with manhood and adrenaline. Very few human men could come close to that level of pure, primal masculinity. She knew she could always count on him. That he would protect her with his life. A life that had been turned upside down by their meeting, but now had a course ahead of her. She was proud of him. She liked so much the triumphant sight he represented.
She came down to him. He had almost calmed his breathing. Every victory was sweet, but to do it in front of her was even more...exhilarating. She placed her hand on his strong hand and squeezed it lightly. This planet was overflowing with unfamiliar scents, but there was one taste he could not mistake. A taste, the scent of the thrill of the hunt, that could excite even the most hardened warrior.
He leaned over her and inhaled deeply, tasted deeply around her neck. The scent she gave off... She ...let herself be sniffed, tasted. She tilted her masked head, opening her neck to him. She knew what he was doing. She knew it now.
He smelled her excitement. He smelled her thrill. The same as his. Deep and primal.
She ran her finger along his chest armor, then down his stomach. She pulled him toward her by his belt.
-“Let's go back.”
He didn't need a second invitation.
He cut off the head of the Bad Blood for a trophy. He took some of the weapons from the corpse.
They used cover as they walked home. They didn't want to attract any more attention from the locals. They couldn't do anything to them and the two hadn't come for them.
They were not invisible to each other. He could follow the signal of the locator on her neck. She - the characteristic frequency he had given her. Two deadly ghosts, inextricably linked.
*** *** ***
The ship lifted off the ground, emerging from cover and rose. He set the desired coordinates into the navigation system. Before that he threw the skull into the bone tissue cleaning vessel.
But his thoughts were elsewhere. That scent. That thrill. It drifted through the corridors like a whispered promise.
He stood at the threshold of his cabin. He saw her carefully remove her shoulder cannon. Then her paneled armlets. Her mask was now properly hung on the wall. Like a true warrior she took care of her belongings.
She turned and saw him. Standing there, taking up the entire space in the doorway.
She nodded for him to come in while she bent down to take off her clothes. She was now able to handle the equipment more quickly.
There was something different about the way she stripped herself of her armor and weapons. More...attractive.
-"Help me ."-She raised her hands up. Only the mesh was left. She didn't need help with that. They both knew it. He grabbed the edges of the top with two fingers and, trying not to tear it, slipped it over her head. She had started wearing something similar to her tank tops underneath, but shorter.
Then she nodded down at him. Now he had to help her with her lower mesh too? What game was she playing?
With all his massive stature and heavy equipment, he rested one knee on the metal floor and she placed a hand on his shoulder for support. One by one, she brought her feet up onto his knee, leaving him to struggle with the net.
When he was done, she unhooked the hoses of his mask and slowly removed it. He looked at her with his amber eyes. Then she deftly unhooked the massive base of the shoulder weapon. It weighed more than hers and yet it was far too light for its size.
- “You won't need them.”
She allowed him to stand, let her be swallowed by his shadow.
She placed a hand on his stomach and pushed him back toward the bed until he sat on the soft leather. She stood between his legs. She carefully took a single dreadlock in her hand and rubbed the tip with her thumb. The warrior took a deep breath.
She looked him over from head to toe and tapped her index finger on one of the hand panels. They were communicating without words.
He took everything off his hands, then reached for his chest armor, removing all sorts of weapons from his belt, along with his thigh guards.
She smiled contentedly.
She grabbed his shoulders and climbed onto his lap. He firmly placed his broad palms on her buttocks. A completely new experience compared to the hard and boisterous Yautja women. She ran her hands gently through his dreadlocks. He snorted deeply and contentedly.
What ideas were swirling in her head? There were so many new things to try.
She took a longer dreadlock, she ran her hand up and down. She made him purr in his own way. And then? Then she licked her lips and touched them to the soft tissue. And when she licked the tip with her tongue, his eyes were about to pop out in surprise and sensation. Her tongue slid up and down the edge as she parted her soft lips and sucked it in.
Was she playing with the fire? Was she pushing it too far to his limits?
What was she doing to him? How could her moist mouth and soft tongue do this? The little huntress had learned his weak spot and she was taking advantage of it. He squeezed her soft parts and she made a soft moaning sound he had never heard before. When she pulled her mouth away from his dreadlock, a thin shiny stream of saliva ran between her lips and the tip. When she looked up, her eyes were... blurred, almost closed. She pushed him back slightly and his massive body obeyed.
-"Take that off. "- She pointed to the combat belt.
After 30 seconds they were removed and his hands were on her again. She stood up in his lap, resting her weight on the hill where his attribute was hidden. She took off her sports bra. She knew that Yautja were not impressed by human physiques, as humans were. And she liked that. Appearances didn't matter to them. But it clearly didn't get in the way of other things.
She took his hands and slid them, guiding them down her body, reaching her chest, pressing them into her, then up her neck and down again, letting him leave claw marks on her skin. Willingly or not, she moved her hips against him.
He absorbed everything she did, every sound she made. He knew his power. He wanted to understand the limit she wanted and could bear. How could she manipulate him with her delicate hands?!
-“Take it out. For me.”
He growled. Oh, he had wanted to do this for a long time. Like before. He just didn't know how she would react. He was far too big for her.
When she pulled back slightly to make room, he allowed himself to let it go. In one smooth movement, his penis emerged through the elastic opening. Thick, long, shiny, dark pink, slightly beveled at the front, alien.
She gasped.
-"Where have you been hiding it all this time? "-it slipped out of her mouth.
It was always nice for a female to be impressed and he knew he had something to impress it. Not that their females reacted that way. They just wanted to be inseminated by the best.
She touched it. First lightly and sideways to feel it. It was warm at the base and cool at the tip. When she put her whole palm on it, a sound escaped from his chest that must have passed for a groan.
He wanted to throw his head back in pleasure, but he didn't want to miss anything she was doing.
Her touch became more...steady.
She was playing with him. She wasn't lying about the pleasure. Was this how human women did things to their men? Was this how they dominated them? Riding them and teasing them into madness?
It looked so juicy to her, its glossy dark cherry color. Her mouth filled with saliva. What if she allowed herself to taste it? Would he allow it?
She reached forward, grabbed his wrists and placed them next to his head.
-"Stay still ."- she whispered.
She truly dominated him. In a way he had never imagined. Yautja females did it with brute force but she did it with ease and pleasure.
What was next?
She slid down. She ran her claws along his stomach. He growled and clenched his muscles. Then she adjusted herself more comfortably. She brought her face closer to his atribute, she placed both hands at the base, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue. First along the beveled tip. She circled it several times. And the Yautja had something like a precum. His whole body tensed.
All his will was directed into his self-control.
Each lick sent electric pulses through his body. When she had moistened him enough, she took as much of it into her mouth as she could. It didn't actually taste bad, not at all. It didn't resemble a man's penis.
In all his mature life as a proven warrior, in the time since he had won his first mate, he had never experienced anything like this. No one had ever done this to him. He watched her in rapture, amazement, horror and ecstasy, as she moved her small, soft, warm mouth over his cock. When he found her worthy and asked her to be his mate, he had never imagined anything like this. He didn't know what to imagine.
His hands itched to grab her, but he did his best to let her set the pace.
-"Shar'ika ..." -he said her name hoarsely. Now he was clutching furiously the furs beneath him.
She lifted her head and licked herself. She threw herself back into his lap and he quickly wrapped his arms around her buttocks.
She felt him between her legs, on her panties. She settled him along her length. She leaned against his chest and moved. He growled in a throaty voice. He grabbed the thin fabric and easily tore it. She laughed. She relaxed back against him and the feeling was incredible. She moaned as she let his length sink between her folds.
As she leaned on him with one hand, she guided his palm to her neck with. It was so wide that he locked his fingers behind her neck.
Is that how she liked it?
She closed her eyes and moved. Back and forth, spreading the moisture flowing from her vagina. And she had something to move on!
How could she trust him?! She wrapped his arm around her neck herself at a time when the thread of his self-control was thinning. One squeeze and he could break it. One squeeze and he could tear it apart. And her wetness and softness...her movements. The more she moved on him, the louder her moans became. Did she like this?Because it was driving him crazy.
She isolated herself from all the distracting facts. Like being on a spaceship and plessuring herself with an alien. He was hers. She felt the gathering wave right under her clitoris. Where she liked to be touched the most. And his cock, perfectly tender in contrast to his entire being, was working wonders.
Before his eyes, his Shar'ika quickened the pace at which she rubbed herself against him. Her moans were more insistent. He moved his free hand from her leg to her breast and squeezed it, as she had shown him. She moaned. He could control himself to a large extent when he ejaculated. He timed it to his partner when she was most ready to take his seed. But now was different. He wanted to relax with her and follow her rhythm.
After a while she reached her climax. As the wave washed over her she continued to move a little longer to prolong the pleasure. She pressed herself against his penis.
He felt the waves of her pleasure course through his sensitive cock. She was so wet. And so ready. He slid his hands to her hips and pulled her into him even more, making her cry out in pleasure, still sensitive as hell.
Her cry cut the thread of his self-control. He grabbed her and, with a growl and effortless, he threw her onto her back onto the hides.
He leaned over her, his dreadlocks tickling her shoulders. He propped an elbow against her head. His other hand held her hips tightly. He rubbed himself hard against her, making her moan.
-"Come inside me."- she moaned.
- “I'm too big. I'll hurt you .”
- “You're going to kill me with this size.”
He looked at her in shock, realizing the truth of her words.
- “We will adapt to each other.”
She took his hand from her hip and wrapped it around the base of his penis.
-"This is your measure ."- she said. Even so, there was still more than enough to fulfill her.
He got her idea. His outer jaws chattered impatiently.
He supported himself on his elbow, which was stuck in the leather. She put one leg on his waist and spread the other as wide as she could. She put her arm around his neck and the other cupped a dreadlock.
He rubbed the tip of her entrance, scraping away the accumulated moisture. As he pulled it away, the slime ran between them. Then he parted her folds and in one motion he inserted the tip. It had no distinct head like human penises. She moaned. With another sharp movement he inserted the rest of it to the limit. To his hand. It made her cry out. He had never felt anything tighter and hotter around him. The warrior was not made for tenderness. Everything about him was brute force. He had held back long enough.
Growling and moaning, he entered her with strong thrusts. She screamed and dug her nails into his body, wherever she could. She showed her wild side.
It stimulated him.
He possessed her like the wild warrior he was. Merciless. Animalistic. Primal. He thrust into her and the only thing holding her back was his strong hand above her head. She rose and bit him at the base of his neck, stifling a cry. It unleashed the wild yautja within him.
He lowered his head and licked her shoulder at the collarbone. Her entire body exuded pheromones of ecstasy and desire. She ran her fingers through his dreadlocks and squeezed them. Several at a time. Losing every ounce of control over himself, with a growl he sank the teeth of his outer jaws on either side of her shoulder. To mark her as his sent him into another dimension of pleasure. As he held her in his grip he made a few last hard, deep thrusts, coming deep inside her as she screamed the last of her strength into his ear.
She could feel the strong pulsations of his penis inside her. She could feel every wave and the seed itself.
The warrior thrust into her several more times, squeezing every drop of ecstasy and seed out of him. His every movement made her moan, her face buried in his neck.
When his body relaxed and the attribute stopped pulsing, he loosened the grip on his jaws. She mumbled as she felt his teeth painfully protrude from her shoulder.
Blood flowed from the stab wounds. He licked one of them with his forked tongue. He would never, never mistake her taste.
He released the base of his cock. His palm was smeared with juices from both of them.
She surprised him again. She pulled his palm to her face and, looking him straight in the eye, she ran her soft, wet tongue over it, lapping up the juices. He grunted heavily, his mandibles chattering. But she wasn't done. She gently pulled him toward her using a dreadlock so that their faces were inches apart, she stuck her tongue out at him in anticipation. He was picking up on her cues and desires more quickly and easily. He thrust his forked tongue forward and she touched it with hers. His was much longer and more flexible and he wrapped it around hers. She liked it so much that her vagina contracted involuntarily. Snarling, he pulled his tongue back, bringing the aromatic molecules to his sensitive palate. And his senses were about to explode. The pure and absolute taste of her sexual arousal, of her femininity.
He had just come hard, but the yautja was capable of doing it again and again.
He grabbed her by the waist, quickly turned her onto her stomach and without forgetting to put his mark, he entered her roughly. She cried out. His thrusts were no weaker than before. He held her waist with his other hand to keep her steady. She cried out and writhed under him, gripping the furs with white knuckles. Deep, intense.
She had never felt anything like this before. Whether it was because of the size, or because of the person using it and everything around them. But every cell in her body was stimulated. Her warrior was rough, raw, brutal but he didn't do anything she didn't like. He was driving her crazy. The best fucking of her life. The kind she had only ever imagined while touching herself. She managed to slip her hand under her, reaching back to her groin. As he shook her mercilessly, she placed her fingers on her clitoris.
He felt her hand down there, occasionally touching his cock. What kind of sexual habits did his Shar'ika have?
The double stimulation sent her to the peak of ecstasy very quickly. As she came with his cock inside her, the waves of her orgasm squeezed his attribute even tighter and he released with a roar and climaxed once more inside her.
After he finished, he relaxed on top of her, not pressing against her, leaning on his arms beside her. His hot breath warmed her back. If he had relaxed with all his weight now, he would have killed her in a different way. By suffocating her.
-"Shar'ika."- he said her name hoarsely and breathlessly. She felt him move his head above her and ...caress her with the tips of his dreadlocks. It was nice. It was like he was drawing on her skin.
A year ago, before her dream job, she had no way of seeing this coming. An encounter with deadly aliens, government agencies, then more aliens, hunting, fighting, killing. And this. To be titled by those same aliens, to hunt side by side with one of them, to become partners, to have brutal, unique sex.
-"Is this...mating for pleasure?"- he asked, nibbling her lightly on the back.
- “Mhm.”- she barely mumbled- “Is the sacrifice worth it?”
He just leaned in close to her ear and growled. The vibrations resonated within her. She liked it so much.
-"Mmm ..."-she mumbled and lifted her ass, just about to thrust herself into more than she could handle.
-" You're still hard ."- she exclaimed.
-" I'm capable of more ."- he snorted.
-" I believe you ."-She tried to look over her shoulder at him.
He stood up, he put his arm around her stomach and helped her to her knees. He leaned back on his legs so that he wouldn't penetrate any further than he was alloed. He wanted so badly to bury himself inside her, but the sacrifice would be too great.
What he experienced with her was even more exhilarating than the first time he wet his penis in female flesh.
He slid smoothly out of her warm womb with a sloshing sound. She felt every inch of him withdraw. And then the warm liquid running down the inside of her thighs.
She was exhausted from the intense sex, but she wanted more. Maybe after a short break for her. He clearly didn't need a break.
As she tried to pull her legs together, she felt her hip joints cry for mercy. Her vagina, not so much.
He picked her up again and pressing her to him, he lay on his side in the bed.
-" Instead of copulation for pleasure, you can just call it sex ."- she clarified.
-" Sex ."- he repeated in his strange language.
- “Who knew that sex with an alien would be so satisfying.”
He couldn't suppress his satisfied grunt.
-" You are an alien to me ."- he replied.
He was right.
They lay like that for a while. She had her head on his arm.
-" Come on."- she urged him.
She lazily stood up and slowly moved her trembling legs. He followed her without asking. She somehow managed to dominate him in a uniquely discreet way.
He took the hand that was offered to him. At the first step, her wound called out. It did that sometimes. She bent over for a moment.
He grabbed her more securely.
-" You're not healed yet ."- he growled.
-" I'm fine. Just a little reminder ."- she assured him.
- “I would have waited for you.”
-“For what?”
-‘Recover. I'm being rude. I must have hurt you.”
-" Khar'tal. My Yauja. Look at me. " -She fixed her living eyes on his bright amber ones.
-" I wanted it. I got it. And I still want it ."- She stroked a dreadlock.
He closed his eyes, clicking his mandibles.
-" Let's wash this mess."- She nodded at her tights.
The two entered the shower stall and the space turned out to be too small for them. That wasn't a problem.
She didn't fail to note that he...hadn't yet retracted his attribute, which was rising forward and upward and constantly supporting her.
Before they knew it, his broad fingers were deep inside her and she had her fingers wrapped around his cock. He was leaning over her, his forehead resting on hers, pulling her to him by the waist and she was clinging to his biceps.
They were giving each other pleasure, for the third time. He tried very hard to be careful with his nails as he moved his fingers inside her and she was relentlessly melting him with her hand caresses his penis. While he was inside her with his middle and ring fingers, he placed his thumb where he had felt her place her hand earlier. He knew he had hit the right spot when she shuddered with a moan from his touch. Yautja were intelligent and adaptable and he quickly figured out the right move. As soon as her breath caught and her legs trembled, he took her tightly in his arms. She squeezed his penis with both hands, returning to his gesture. Before long, the stimulation became too much for her and she came on his hand. He felt the pulsations on his fingers. He pressed himself into her, thrusting into her palms as he liked it, hard and sharp and emptied himself into them.
-" It's addictive !"- he growled in her ear while his cock was still ejaculating.
She couldn't help but smile, gently stroking the shiny penis up and down.
-"Why did you bite me just now?"- The place was hurting now but when he did it, the total pleasure was too all-consuming for her to feel pain.
-" An ancient ritual. A mark of possession."-he moaned into her ear as she continued to caress him.
-"So you're marking me as yours?"- she gradually increased the pressure along his length.
He gritted his teeth and growled in her ear. He pressed his fingers into her. She moaned.
-" I'll take you again."-he threatened her hoarsely. His hand on the wall was clenched into a fist.
-" Do it!"- she challenged him, moving her hips over his fingers.
He growled.
He pulled his fingers away. He raised his hand to run his thumb along her cheekbone when she turned and met his finger with her tongue. Every fiber in his male body was tingling with the way she was playing with his senses.
He grabbed her by the buttocks, lifted her into the air and pressed her back against the metal wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He impaled her on his penis. So high and locked between his body and the wall, she was in the perfect position to take what she needed. He moved into her with powerful thrusts. His face was next to hers. His hot breath was flowing over her skin. Her moans reached directly into his ear. Her arms were wrapped around his strong neck, tickling his dreadlocks. Each rough and full entry of his cock made her scream and dig her nails into his shoulders. The intense possession left her breathless to the point where her fingertips were numb. Her entire being was focused on the wild fucking of her Yautja.
Those human nails of hers. How they sank into his skin. How they drove him crazy. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. Captivated by sexual rage and primality, he was almost ready to bite her again. He felt her pull his face against hers. His rough alien face against her soft and human one. She held him by the outer jaws, by the lower teeth, locking her gaze with his.
They stared at each other intently as he took her in. Over and over again. He could see her expression every time his cock sank into her. How she bit her lip. How she frowing her eyebrows. How she gritted her teeth. He picked up his pace. He felt her insides tighten around him. Then he released himself inside her, his thrusts making her break eye contact and throw her head back with a deep moan.
He made a few last deep thrusts into her vagina. Beneath him, he felt her body tremble each time. His!
-" How do I tag you? "- she asked breathlessly.
-" I'm all yours." -he growled contentedly. -" But I'll show you."
She laughed.
-" When we're done for today. Eventually."- She licked one of his lower teeth.
He snorted deeply and throatily. This little huntress was wilder than anything he had ever met.
- “Shar'ika.”- he moaned her name- “Wild and unrestrained.”
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR'
Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
While she slept, he examined the things they had brought with them from the facility. Often Yautja warriors acquired their equipment gradually—during hunts, from defeating opponents, from trophies. The bionic mask and forearm armor did not belong to one warrior. Not because they were of a different design or a different generation of technology, but because of their size. Each Yautja was different but there was a standard ratio in the proportions of the body. The stealth generator was certainly from this armor, it fit perfectly in its place. Whoever wore it was smaller than him. The mask was old, perhaps passed down through the generations or won from an ancient opponent. It was marked with countless scratches but there were no marks, which made him think of an inexperienced Yautja. There was one thing the bionic mask could do. Tell the story of its wearer. The warrior held it in front of his face and it activated, scanning the wearer. He gave a command to project the owner's last few hunts. He's been on various hunting moons to train, came to Earth in the tropical jungles, hunted local gunmen and then they caught him. Ambush, traps. He wouldn't let them catch him alive.
The warrior took off the mask and placed it on the counter in his room with a grunt. He was still angry.
His contact with Shar'ika had put her in danger. He shouldn't have brought her back to Earth. Humans were cunning. He should have been firm in their last conversation.
He went back to the medical cabin. The system indicated that she was stable. He lifted the lid, picked her up carefully in his arms and carried her to his room. He laid her down very gently on the soft fur. She only moaned slightly.
It was warm on his ship and her clothes were soaked with blood. Each blood had a different smell and taste. The creatures from Earth had red blood that tasted like metal, like iron.
He slowly slid her polo shirt over her head. Her wound would leave a scar in her soft, pale skin. Around her neck was the knife he had given her at the beginning. She always carried it with her. And the signaling device. He deactivated it. He had done well to give it to her. At first, the idea was simply to find her more easily and quickly. Now it had saved her life.
Some Yautja would say she was weak to let herself be caught. But he knew better. He took off her boots and jeans and covered her with one of the furs.
*** *** ***
She recovered after an unknown time. She felt crushed. Again. The adventurous life was not doing her any good. As soon as her consciousness woke up, she was startled. She took a deep breath and jumped. She raised herself on her elbows but the wound immediately cut her and she bent over. Without any sudden movements.
She knew the place. She knew the soft hides beneath her. The last thing she remembered was Khar'tal carrying her in his arms through some wooded area. Then the realization hit her. A carnage. And she was the younger butcher. Emotions pounded in her chest. She rose carefully, threw back the fur blanketand, looked under her tank top and saw the stitched wound, dark red and burned. There was another on her back. A little further in and the bullet would have passed through her intestines and killed her.
Very slowly she slid out of bed. She lowered her bare feet to the metal floor. He had undressed her again. He was not in his room. She really wanted to put on shoes. Her limbs were cold from the blood loss, but there was no way she could bend over. She threw a hide over her shoulders and slowly, trying her strength, she left the room.
*** *** ***
The warrior was in the cockpit. He was poring over the Yautja archives of missing warriors on planet Earth when the system alerted him that the woman was moving. He wanted to know when she woke up. He turned off the holographic projections and stood up to meet her.
He found her just meters down the corridor after his cabin. Seeing her on her feet was...a relief. If he could smile like a human, he would.
*** *** ***
She was leaning against the wall with one hand, holding the hide with the other. When he appeared before her with his massive stature, she looked up to meet his amber gaze. They said nothing. She simply reached out to him with a pleading look. He understood her need. Her human need, which he was used to. He leaned towards her, she slid her arm around his neck under his dreadlocks. He wrapped his strong arms around her body, lifted her and carried her away. They did not return to his cabin but went to the control room. He sat with her in his elaborate massive chair. They were in a stable orbit behind the moon and the Earth was visible against the black background of space.
-“I wasn't sure you'd come ."- she whispered.
- “Why?”
-"You just took me back there ,"-she pointed outside , -"and ...and I thought you weren't interested in ...impressing me anymore."
He snorted.
-“I told you I'd come if needed.”
-"I remember. " -She sighed. She placed her hand on the ring she had hung around his neck. When he wasn't wearing armor, it was clearly visible.
-"I really can't go home anymore ."- She slipped out of his arms and approached the window. -"Not after everything that happened ."
- “What happened?”
She told him.
-“They were going to use me as bait. To catch whoever came to save me. They've advanced, they've become more...dangerous to you . “- she frowned. - “I couldn't let them catch you .” - she shook her head . -“ I couldn't.”
He went to her.
- “You know my skills and you're still worried.”
-"They are many, Khar'tal. That is their strength. And treacherous. And greedy. And...what will I do now?! " -she looked outside and could no longer hold back her tears.
He didn't know what the tears flowing from her eyes meant, but he could see her suffering.
-" You stay with Yautja. With me ." -He lifted her chin with his thumb.
-" I have no other choice ." -And the lump in her throat grew bigger.
- “You have .”
She looked up.
-" There are other Yautja. They know. The human can be a strong hunter."-he snorted. -" Warriors know about you. About your achievements."
She looked at him expectantly, wondering what he wanted to explain to her.
-" I only want you. I'm yours if you decide ."- He lowered his head in a slight bow.
-" Just me?"- her voice trembled.
- “Yes.”- he was clear and categorical.
She wanted to hear this. From the alien. Who had come into her life and swept it away. There were things about their culture, their behavior, of Yautja, of warriors, of hunters with honor and a code that appealed to her more than the human nature.
His strength and composure attracted her.
He waited for her answer. Before, when he had shown himself to Yautja women with a trophy, it was an obligation, to reproduce and create a strong generation than anything else. They didn't seek intimacy itself. Now it was different. If she wanted it, he would take her wherever she wanted. Even to Yautja Prime. There were warriors who would take her, especially after their Elder's approval.
She stood up as straight as she could. She stepped very close to him.
-" Then Khar'tal. An elite yautja. I am honored to have you."
Pride and satisfaction surged in a warm wave in his chest.
-“ It is an honor to be yours .”- he bowed.
He leaned down and touched his forehead to hers.
She humanly put her arms around him and hugged him.
-“It's called a hug.”
He knew what was expected of him. And now he knew the name of the gesture. It was a nice gesture. To feel her warm body against him. A slight shiver from his throat spread down his body to hers.
She pulled back slightly and raised her head to look at him. He had seen the bruise on her cheekbone and the split lip. He lifted her face to him and, as carefully as he could, touched the spot. Clearly, anger was coming back to him. He growled.
-" He's dead ." -she quickly explained. -" His blood ran all over the floor ."
She shuddered at the memory but she wasn't really sorry.
-" Good."- he growled. -" Come on . "- He picked her up and sat back down in his chair with her on his lap. He activated a hologram of the forearm armor he had found. Then the Yautja's red face appeared. She recognized the piece of armor.
- “Son of the Elder. Missing for 53 Earth years .”
- “You found it. And the owner of the mask?”
He shook his head.
- “Humans have been collecting information about you for a long time. They are adapting.”
- “We are learning too.”
-“I know. But Yautja follow a code of honor. Humans, not so much.”
He agreed. Her concern was justified. On the other hand, a stronger and more cunning opponent meant a greater challenge.
He carried her to his cabin. He laid her carefully on the bed. He tried to cover her with a fur but she stopped him.
- “When have you been wraping me over before?”
He wasn't. There was no need. The ship was warm.
- “I can't wait to recover and get hunting.”
A sound escaped his chest that must have been passing as laughter to them.
-“A true hunter dedicated to the hunt ."- He rushed to her from the inside of the bed.
She settled more comfortably, pressed against him. She had told him some things about human mate selection, but not what happened after that. After they got together. How did they reproduce? There were other things to learn. And he felt a little impatient to understand them. But now she was wounded. A few inches in and she wouldn't have survived.
She felt safe. Calm. Fatigue overcame her and she dozed off. She woke up on her back, her head on his shoulder. She felt a large hand on her stomach. Again. With its nails, his palm was almost as wide as her waist. His skin was colder than hers, but where they touched, it warmed more than hers. She took his hand and wrapped it tighter around her.
- “Khar'tal.”
He snorted.
Of course he had felt her waking up.
- “When you mate, do you experience pleasure?”
Suddenly his senses prickled. His breathing quickened.
- “Yes.”
-“But you only do it to reproduce.”
-“Yes.”
-“Hmmm.. .”- she thought. Should she explain to him now or later?
- “And you wait for your females to come into heat and call you and only do it then?”
-"Yes." -His voice became hoarse.
She stood up awkwardly. With every movement and tightening of her stomach, the wound cut her with sharp pain. She turned, stepped over him and sat on him. The last time she had allowed herself to do it, it was when his son had shot him in the back and she was trying to wake him up.
Her weight was nothing to him. See her warmth?! Quite another. It was a good thing she didn't have his hearing and couldn't hear the beating of his heart.
- “We humans...no, that's enough. I am Shar'ika “-she leaned back on him- “I mate for pleasure. “-she rested her hands on his strong chest and leaned forward-“ No rushing. No waiting. All I want is... Desire. From both sides.”
He slid his hands up her thighs. She could feel his pulse through his chest now. The outer jaws clicked nervously. She was wounded and he was relying on his composure to hold on to the desire. She couldn't bear him now.
- “Can you bear such...suffering?”
Suffering? Another strange human expression. Yes. He could bear to mate only for pleasure.
-"I will sacrifice myself."-he answered her in her spirit. His fingers barely pushed in her soft tissue.-" You're torturing me ."- he told her, growling.
-" I know. " -She smiled wearily.
He helped her lean forward and lie on him. The warrior wasn’t able to sleep again. Even the Yautja had imaginations—attuned to hunting, fighting and honor, but now it served him for something else.
*** *** ***
After a few days or whatever it was like on a spaceship, she felt better. He told her they had to report to his Elder.
Not long after, the two fully equipped with armor and weapons, docked with the much larger ship. The elite warrior had donned his asymmetrical short cloak and looked even more imposing.
The Elder was in a large hall where they had first visited him. The warrior had informed him of what had happened on Earth as it concerned Yautja.
They bowed, as tradition dictated. This time she did so in sync with her warrior. He unhooked the forearm armor they had brought from Earth and handed it to the Elder. The old Yautja took it in his massive palm. He stared for a moment. His face, shrouded in countless scars,it was indecipherable. Then he stood before her. He drew an ancient blade from his belt.
- “The mask.” -one word.
She removed her bionic mask, clutching it in front of her. The elder reached forward and engraved another symbol. Right in the middle of the metal forehead.
She looked at him questioningly.
The elite warrior answered her.
- “It means the One who returns what was lost.”
She understood. The bracelet belonged to one of his sons. Perhaps one of many, but still missing while hunting or training on Earth.
She bowed her head in recognition of the honor.
Before they returned to the elite warrior's ship, a Yautja approached them.
-" Arbiter." -the lesser one turned to Khar'tal. He handed him a small metal object. He accepted it and they headed back toward his ship.
-"Who are the other warriors with the Elder? "- she asked.
- “Elite warriors. Part of the Council.”
- “And you are an elite warrior.”
- “I have other obligations.”
- “That guy called you Arbiter.”
He nodded.
-" That's my calling. I settle disputes between clans. I hunt down Bad blood."
Now she understood more fully what was laying on his shoulders.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR'
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
One day after work she was late, hanging around the shops. She was unlocking the front door when someone grabbed her roughly, put a hand over her mouth and dragged her down the steps. She thrashed and tried to scream but her screams were muffled by the glove over her mouth. A dark hood was pulled over her head. She felt a prick on her shoulder and then nothing.
She woke up dazed in a dimly lit room, locked with handcuffs on one arm and an iron bed frame. She sat up and saw a table, a chair and a wardrobe. All metal and gray. Typical military design-she thought.
It must have been related to Yautja. Otherwise, why would bother kidnapping a Biologist? Her latest disappearance had not gone unnoticed.
At some point, two uniformed men entered the room, unfastening her handcuffs and replacing them with plastic cable ties. They led her into a room with desks, computers and monitors. The people inside were busy at their desks. Some looked up to look at her, others didn't. A man in a suit, older than her, approached her.
-" You're pretty good at disappearing from the face of the Earth, miss. You're literally evaporating ."- He chuckled at his joke.
-" I didn't know I was so important."- she replied.
-" How could you not?! "- he exclaimed. -" You survived an encounter with one of the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy!"
This guy didn't bother to cover things up. He just went straight to the point.
-“ It's a shame that the good Prof. Stanton couldn't tell us much.”
-" What did you do to him?"- she stepped forward but the guards stopped her.
- “But nothing. We just wanted to talk but his heart couldn't take it.”
What thoughts were going through her head?!
They led her forward along a corridor that ended in a wide, light-gray circular hall with display cases lining the walls and alien weapons and armor arranged like a museum. She recognized them.
-"You've been to a place like this before, haven't you? Only it was blown up. But you know that."
She remained silent.
-"Many people lost their lives. And a lot of data was erased ."- The corner of his eye twitched. He clearly cared more about the data than the employees.
- “Our only specimen escaped thanks to you .” -right in the top ten- “You and I have something to talk about.”
-" Yes!"- she said coldly-"about how you will all die, bleeding like slaughtered pigs."
The man didn't expect a threat but he regained control after a while.
- “Take her away. She'll change her mind soon.”
The two man led her in another direction. If only she could get to the weapons in the hall. She knew how to use them. Could she get away with them? And then? Where would she hide?
On the way out they passed another display case. Inside was a shattered forearm armor with its control panel broken into pieces. She recognized the device that generated the stealth. The mesh around the body improved concealment but it was enough on its own.
She bumped into one of the guards, he staggered towards the display case, glass shattering and showering over him. The exhibits inside fell out of their places. As the other guard tried to catch her, she quickly pulled the device away and stuffed it into her jacket sleeve.
-" I thought you were smarter."-the costumed man said.-"Even if I don't get anything out of you, when your alien friends come for you, we've prepared a little surprise for them."
-"Yes. Your skulls on a baking sheet.”- she hissed at him.
The guard who she pushed was cut on the face and got really angry. He pulled her roughly and slapped her. She flew towards the other one.
- “What did I say about hitting the guests? Not without my orders.”
They left her in another room which completely empty. Only the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling gave away its presence with a slight flicker.
She tried to gather her thoughts. The bastards had set a trap. Of course they had. Otherwise they would never have been able to catch the Yautja. That must be what they had done to the young yautja. But not all of them were like him. They had no idea who would come to save her. She hesitated. The fools had not searched her. The trophy knife hung around her neck under her thick blouse, along with the signaling device. Sooner or later he would look for her in her places and when he didn't find her, he would track her down here. Or she could activate the transponder and call him. That way he would know something was wrong. That there was danger.
Oh, she wouldn't play by their rules.
She pressed the transponder as he had shown her. A discreet little red light appeared in the middle of the triangle. She hurried to put it back under her blouse. Where in the galaxy was he hunting now?
*** *** ***
On the way back to Earth from his home planet of Yautja Prime, the ship's alarm system activated, flooding the cockpit with red light and sound. The computer automatically projected a holographic image of the location of the signal's source. There was only one person who could send that distress code. The warrior quickly set the coordinates and accelerated. She could take care of herself and to call for help it should be truly urgent. A warm wave of anger and adrenaline washed over him. He could already feel the itch in his hands to crush someone's skull.
*** *** ***
She hoped to spoil their plans. They wanted to use her as bait? But she wouldn't play by their rules.
She looked around but she saw no cameras. Maybe they thought there was no need to watch her because she couldn't escape. Or because they didn't want what was happening here to be recorded.
She took off her jacket to be quieter. She took out the activator, pressed a few buttons and the camouflage wave passed through her, blending into the gray. She waited. They would come for her at some point.
*** *** ***
The planet was now filling the porthole's field of view. According to the coordinates, it was in a sparsely populated area of North America - the human’s name for this large landmass and the country of United States of America. On the other side of the world from the place she called home. Yautja technology allowed him to locate her within a meter. He gave the ship commands then headed for the exit, preparing for the hunt.
*** *** ***
The more time passed, the closer he was or she was hoping. He could be on the other side of the Galaxy. It was not the time for doubts.
She was standing in the corner of the room, behind the door and waiting. After a while she heard it unlock. One of the two guards, the one who had hit her earlier entered. He looked around the room and when he didn’t found her, he reached for his radio. Before he could unhook it from his belt, she lunged forward, a knife in hand and plunged it into his neck. Yautja blades were so sharp they cut through cartilage and bone like cake. Killing a wild animal was one thing, she was used to it. But this was whole another thing. At least in her head, as a human. After all, humans were animals too but now they were considered themselves gods. Now was the time for survival. She reached under the man's jacket and pulled out the pistol that was in his belt. She would use it as a last resort. The pistols were effective but noisy. Not like Yautja weapons.
She slipped out of the room and closed it behind her. Sooner or later they would come looking for him since he didn't show up with her.
She walked down the corridor to the display room. She was going to try to get more items.
*** *** ***
The terrain was hilly and the building hidden between the groups of trees was vast, connected in different parts by warm connections. Huge pipe installations emerged and re-entered the ground. The installation continued somewhere below. His data indicated that she was on the surface, about three hundred meters from him. The humans and their buildings. An eternal quest for supremacy. The warrior knew about their attempts to master Yautja technology. Centuries of hunting on the planet, there was no way they would not be noticed and not arouse unhealthy curiosity. The humans were becoming more adapted with more powerful weapons.
*** *** ***
It wasn't long before they discovered the guard's absence. They found his body in a pool of blood. They didn't know if the woman had done it or if the predator had already come to her rescue and killed him. Both options infuriated them. The costumed one - because of his failed ambush and the guard - because of his slaughtered colleague. They set the facility on alert. All the civilians were directed to assembly points. The people in the computer room got busy with the security systems. They were looking for the predator's characteristic pheromone signature using special sensors, but they didn't detect anything. She was lucky that they could only detect Yautja pheromones because the human body also had such a print, but much weaker with a different print.
*** *** ***
Before he could penetrate the facility, the warrior detected the alarm system being activated. He changed the scanning parameter of the bionic mask and noted the mass movement of groups of people in different directions. His localizer showed that she was moving. He growled. She must have been the cause of the alarm. Bravo to her. Whoever her captors were, she would not surrender. At least that much he had learned about her.
*** *** ***
Well, her disappearance was no longer a secret. They must have been terribly angry about the murder. If there was a way she would prefer to stun him, but then he would have come after her. No! One less enemy.
She scanned the counters in the lab. She was looking for something flammable. And there, on the counter against one wall, there were all sorts of thick glass bottles. Even in the 21st century, there were substances that had to be stored in thick, dark glass. Acids, chemical bases, then alcohol. Okay, okay. The alcohol would burn briefly unless it find a friend.
Gauze and blotting paper. She wrapped them like a wick and stuffed them into the neck of the alcohol bottle until they were soaked.
She approached the door leading to the computer center on the other side of the lab. It was now or never. She lit the fuse with a lighter she found next to a kerosene lamp. She kicked the door open and threw the Molotov cocktail onto the desks in the middle. To the people inside, the fire had been started by a ghost. The alcohol splattered on the equipment, spraying some of the people. Equipment and clothing caught fire. The technicians screamed. Then she threw a bottle of acid at another technician. And she threw two other bottles of acid at the monitors on the wall. She had no idea how timely she had intervened. The team had just detected the predator's signature pheromone presence. A special forces unit had been dispatched, but now they would not be able to track him.
While the chaos was in full swing, she picked up a chair and used its feet to smash the remaining display cases. She grabbed the Yautja mask, the forearm armor with the panel on it and a handgun similar to the one the elite warrior had given her. It was all too big for her, but it was great to have them.
*** *** ***
The warrior easily penetrated this part of the building. While people were panicking for the exits, he moved along the high ceiling, between the ventilation pipes, hammering strong nails into the ceiling.
It was getting closer and closer to her. The thermal scanner detected a rise in temperature, something ahead was burning.
When he entered the burning room, it smelled of melted plastic. There were charred bodies on the floor and black, choking smoke. He walked forward into the next room, large and bright, with shattered glass on the floor. His attention was immediately drawn to the Yautja objects on the walls. This meant that Yautja warriors had been captured or killed and humans had studied the technology of his people. Some of the shelves were empty. Had she took anything? The tracking system indicated that they had passed each other in the chaos and that she was somewhere behind him. Before he went after her, he pulled a small cylindrical object from a slot on his belt. He broke off its tip and poured the contents into the insides of the display cases. The thick liquid reacted with the air and ignited with a bright, hot flame, melting everything in its path. Then a group of armed special forces stormed in, only to see the flame form out of nowhere. Someone barked a command and they opened fire in all directions. Some bullets ricocheted off his armor, others scratched him, most missed him. Soon there was no one left to shoot, as the warrior had dealt with everyone only with his double blade and his hand knife. It was hard to tell which limb belonged to which body. Without wasting any more time the warrior set off on her trail.
*** *** ***
Further down the corridors, she was keeping the mask on her face with her hand because there was no way to secure it. The beauty of Yautja cloaking technology was that it covered anything that came in close contact with the body. The bionic mask itself had been made for another warrior but the technology was so unique that it adapted to the wearer. The protective bracelet was from another warrior, the design showed it. That meant another warrior had lost to humans in one way or another. And it looked old, stained and worn, with lots of small scrapes.
She changed the scan mode so she could get a clearer view of the building ahead. Thank goodness she knew she wasn't deep underground. How was she going to get out? Where was Khar'tal? He had told her he would always be with her on the hunt, but that was before he sent her back to Earth. She had to adjust to being alone.
*** *** ***
The localizer showed that she was still moving. She was only slightly ahead . His heart beat faster at the thought that he would soon find her. At the next turn, he came upon a group of guards, wearing thermal goggles but they would not help them detect him. His technology was good enough to mask his thermal signature through stealth. He plowed into them severing limbs, drawing out screams. Shots echoed down the corridor, roaring and whistling. One bullet ricocheted and struck him in the thigh, just as he had a guard by the neck. He growled, lifted him into the air with one hand and sent him flying across the corridor. These opponents were not worth the plasma weapon.
*** *** ***
Several heavily armed guards stood in her way. The mask detected the weapons in their hands. The corridor was too narrow to get past them. She decided it was time to use her hand-held plasma weapon. It had more firepower than their rifles but it fired more slowly. She would rely on her cover. What she didn’t know was that she had an older cover generation and without the mesh, it didn’t fully cover the heat signature. She reached around the corner, pulled the mask from her face and fired. She didn’t need a laser sight. The first shot took half of a man’s body. The others opened fire in all directions. She ducked around the corner.
*** *** ***
The elite warrior knew he was very close to her. When he heard the plasma weapon fire, he knew she was engaged in a fight. He got there in time to see two men sneak up behind her and one shoot at her. The warrior could tell she was using cover but since he could see her as a faint warm spot, maybe they could see her with their goggles too. He saw her fly forward and fall, slamming her hand into a cabinet against the wall, breaking out of stealth. He acted in a flash. He threw his large shuriken at the gunner, slicing his body in two. Blood and guts spilled onto the floor. The one behind him began shooting in the warrior’s direction, even though he couldn't see him. The rest of the squad joined in as well.
The warrior wedged himself into them. Sneaking in unnoticed no longer mattered. He broke the neck of one, blasted the other behind him with his shoulder cannon, ripped the third open with his bare hands. He could hear her alive, heard her trying to get up. He would soon finish them off and help her. He growled and grunted as he was bringing death among the damned humans. He had just driven his double blade into the lower jaw of the last soldier when he heard her cry out in pain. He turned sharply, panting and furious and saw that the one who had been crouching behind the gunner now was pulling her by the hair. The warrior went mad. Her hair was inexplicably soft. He spread his arms and roared at him at the top of his voice. The other froze in horror.
*** *** ***
She had just managed to get to her knees when she was grabbed by the ponytail and roughly dragged back. In the tossing she could make out the warrior, her warrior, tearing apart the squad she had attacked. She could recognize the voice of the costumer, who was babbling something about their failed ideal plan and how she was going to pay.
*** *** ***
The warrior stepped forward menacingly, his arms outstretched, showing sharp claws. The man threatened him that if he came close, he would kill the woman. But what the man didn't know was that she would soon kill him. The warrior saw how, holding on to her hair with one hand, she reached into the inside of her boot with the other. She took out the small blade that the young warrior had given her and stuck it into the man's thigh. She put all her weight into it. He let go of her hair, screaming and agonizing. He dropped the gun and clutched the wound. But that wasn't enough for her. She plunged the knife into his back again, he arched back. Then she swung and stabbed him in the chest. Then -once more in the throat. The man clutched his neck but the blood gushed through his fingers. He died, choking on his own blood.
*** *** ***
She stood beside the body, swaying unsteadily on her feet. Blood was dripping down her blouse. She tried to say something to him but she couldn't get the words out.
He crossed the distance between them in a second. He caught her before she fell.
He heard shouts in the corridors. They had to get away. He could have stayed and beat them, but she couldn't. He picked her up to carry her away but she stopped him.
-" Wait! "- she pointed to the floor. -"Don't leave them."
He saw the mask and plasma gun on the floor. He quickly hooked them onto his belt. Before he could pick her up again, however, she handed him the panel.
-" Erase them!"- she whispered to him.
Oh, with pleasure. He set the timer to count down and hid the self-destruct panel under the costumer's body.
He picked her up, covered them and headed for the exit. He had cleared his way in so that no one would stand in their way.
Nothing could stop him from carrying her to safety. Nothing. So far he had used his learned composure to successfully rescue her but the further they got and the danger turned away the more control slipped away from him and he felt a burning sensation in his chest. Anxiety.
The ship wasn't far away. They had just lifted off the ground when a huge explosion of white light and electricity filled the horizon. As he flew overhead while gaining altitude, he saw the leveled area and the openings of the elevator shafts to the lower levels.
Before they took off, he passed through the medical cabin and placed her on the couch. When they were out of orbit and continuing to drift away peacefully, he hurried back to her. She was almost unconscious from fatigue, stress and blood loss. He bent over her and lifted her blouse to see where the bullet had exited. That dishonorable scoundrel had shot her in the back. And he got it.
She felt the touch of hands and managed to open her eyes slightly. She recognized him.
- “You...didn’t left me ...”- she licked her dry lips.
He had no time for conversation. Of course he wouldn't leave her. Never. But deep-seated instincts overrode the urge to tell her.
-" Don't move."-he ordered her.
He reached up and pulled down the transparent cover of the couch. The automated medical system activated. It began scanning the body, recognizing the species, recording wounds, vital signs and the necessary procedures. He gave the command to execute. Through special holes in the cover, mechanical arms ending in various tips, were inserted. Before they begin working on her, straps across her chest, abdomen and legs immobilized her. Then the instruments were turned on. The system was set up for Yautja and there was no anesthesia. Everything was done live. The area was flushed then cauterized and finally stitched with small staples. As he watched the medical system operate and she writhed in pain, he punched the wall next to him with his fist, bending the metal. He had taken a few bullets but he didn't pay attention, they were like annoying stings. He would think later about removing the bullets.
When the manipulation was complete, the system retracted toward the ceiling and the lid remaining closed. Her pulse and respiration were displayed on a small panel next to the lid. She had fainted from exhaustion.
He growled angrily. He felt a tiny sense of relief that the humans had paid their due. Too bad he hadn't managed to take a skull as a trophy. Then his thoughts turned to her.
The little huntress. She had almost escaped on her own. And she had found equipment that belonged to a fellow hunter. As always a survivor. And more ruthless than before. He was proud of her.
He sat down on a chair in the room, took out a pair of strange-looking long-tipped and pointed pliers. He reached into his wounds to remove the metal objects. She couldn't hear him growl and roar in anger and pain. Then he smeared the holes with a blue gel that painfully but effectively catheterized the wounds.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR'
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
On the way to the cockpit he left the collected weapons on the shelves in his cabin. However, he kept the masks, they were not hunting trophies but those of fallen comrades. When they settled into their seats and he set the ship's course.
-" Get ready ."-he told her matter-of-factly.
- “For what?”
-“For the Elder.”
The ship rose with engine boost and then they left the moon's atmosphere.
- “Why would I meet him?”
She still remembered the old Yautja's imposing stature and the power he exuded.
-" We will hand over the masks. And we will show this."- He tapped the skull on his back, whose blood was already drying and flowing between the bone and the knuckle of the warrior.
The flight was not long. They jumped off and crossed to the larger vessel. Just as they were—stained with blood, dirt and ash. As they walked along the strangely ornamented corridors, they passed some Yautja who looked at them seriously, impressed, curious. Even equipped like them, she stood out with her small stature but she forced herself to walk with her chin up. They were greeted by a huge Yautja, wearing a short cloak and a large, ornate spear. He led them into a room where three more Yautja and the Elder were gathered. They were around a table with various holographic images. The leader turned to the two of them and the elite warrior bowed with a fist over his heart. She followed his example. The Elder made satisfied clicking sounds.
Khar'tal stood proudly and held high the skull and spine. He summed up what had happened very briefly and concisely. The leader grunted without speaking. Then the old Yautja turned to her. She cringed inwardly under his gaze. He ran a big thumb over the marks on her mask, wiping away the blood and dirt.
-" The mask ." -he said in his hoarse voice.
She was confused. She looked at Khar'tal. He just nodded forward to his Leader.
She quickly took off the bionic mask and handed it to the Elder. He picked it up and held it in front of his face. She didn't understand what was happening. After a moment he put it back. His rough face remained unreadable. He turned to the warrior and nodded and he bowed his head slightly. Then the Elder returned to the other yautja at the table. The one who had greeted them now took the collected masks from Khar'tal and carried them away.
She and he walked back to the ship. She had so many questions. They were at the docking hatch when a young Yautja joined them. She guessed his age by his shorter dreadlocks, the few scars and growths. She recognized him when he got close enough. The captive from the facility. The warrior stepped forward, standing between the two of them, proudly standing in all his mighty height.
The young man didn't come any closer. Respected by the Elite warrior or whatever. He nodded to them in greeting but Khar'tal still stood like a... checkpoint, unwavering. It was unlikely anyone would attack her here, not with him by her side. What was it then? Jealousy for the young Yautja?
She could hear the elite warrior's soft growl.
-“Everything is fine.”- she walked in front of him and gave him a hard look.- “I know this warrior.’- she turned to the young man. He took a step towards her and examined her mask marked with more symbols. Not too much time had passed since their meeting, but he was changed.
He bent down and unhooked a metal holster from the armor of his right boot, raised it in front of him and pulled out the hidden blade inside. It was short for him, but it was at least six inches long, heavily etched into the metal, with a bone handle. Then he put the knife back and handed it to her with a slight bow of his head. She understood. She took the gift from his hand and nodded too. Behind her she heard the creak of Khar'tal's leather gloves. He clenched his fists.
The young man turned and silently left.
She turned to see the elite warrior staring down the young man's back. His aura was...threatening, possessive, masculine. Part of her relished it.
He turned shaking his dreadlocks and opened the hatch. They got on his ship, jumped out and headed off somewhere.
Part of him was proud of her. Part of him felt something...strange and alien when the young man approached them and gave her the knife. He also knew who the young warrior was-the one she had saved. For whom she had turned against her own people. It was normal for him to be indebted to her, to be grateful. And yet. The presence of the human woman broke norms and rules and brought new sensations.
While he cleaned the Bad Blood's trophy skull, she took off her armor and weapons. They needed cleaning as much as she did. She arranged everything on the shelves, including the mesh. She only put on her tank top because she was too dirty and injured to wear anything else.
She found him busy with the bones. Still loaded with armor and weapons. Focused and diligent.
- “What was that about the mask and your Elder?”
-“The mask records every hunt.”
- “He wanted to see my hunting?"
The warrior nodded.
- “But then he didn't say anything.”
-“He said enough.”
She sighed. Yautja and their incredible way of communicating with a look or a gesture. Or less.
- “Another question.”
He looked at her as he polished the skull's forehead.
-“ What happened a moment ago? You were visibly tense.”
He growled softly. The very memory angered him. She read the tone.
-“Are you jealous? “-she stood up- “Are Yautja jealous?”
He looked at her sideways.
- “Define jealousy.”
- “When someone shows interest in the one important to you and you feel an unpleasant feeling.”
He thought for a moment. He placed the skull on the counter, pleased with his work.
- “Then I was jealous.”
It couldn't be. Was it just him or were the others doing it too? Hardly, considering the structure of their society and their mating rituals.
- “You're learning more human manners .” - she smiled at him. He remained serious. -“ Come on, big guy “- she put her hand on his cheek - “He can't compare to you. We all three know it. The knife wasn't such a trophy, but out of gratitude.”
He grunted but softened. He knew it was true. She was right. He was about to tackle the spine.
- “Khar'tal.”
He looked up.
- “You're hurt. We both are.”
-“It's nothing.”
" I know you can handle it. But not in front of me. Show me where the bathroom is."
-“Bathroom?”
-“You have a place to wash off the dirt,right?”
He nodded.
He led her to a room divided into two. At the back was a sort of shower cabin with jets of water coming from several directions. He showed her how to use it and while she was fumbling with the controls, he disappeared. She was about to ask him something. A stubborn yautja. He must have gone back to finish brushing the spine.
She threw her tank top and the very dirty bikini aside. She successfully turned on the water which turned out to be pleasantly hot. Perfect for her bruised body. She first wet one leg, then the other. She took a breath and dove under the jets, knowing how the force and temperature would affect her wounds.
The warrior returned as quickly as he had disappeared. As soon as he entered the room, he heard her moan of pain. She had never moaned before. She was holding on infront of his clan. He saw her running a hand through her hair which had stuck to her back. Dirt was running down her body. She tried to scrub away the dried blood and every time she touched the scratches her body trembled. Bruises had begun to appear around many of them.
Little huntress.
He walked forward and entered the cabin beside her. She neither felt nor heard him, drowned out by the sound of the rushing water. She tried to reach a scratch on her back when a large hand touched the spot. She jumped and turned quickly, slipping on the wet floor. The warrior caught her before she could completely lose her balance.
She grabbed his hands, blinking to chase away the drops of water from her eyelashes.
- “I'm already convinced that Yautja have no such thing as personal space.”
He was too close for her to get a good look at him but he was naked because she couldn't feel the material of his loincloth against her, which was at the level of her stomach.
-" You're bleeding ." -he said.
- “What?”
-"You're bleeding." -he repeated, looking down. The scratch on her arm and stomach had bled again.
-" Shit! " -she cursed. -" That's why it stung me so much."
She tried to ignore the fact that she and the alien were in a small shower stall, beaten up and naked.
-" You're worse than me ."- She pointed to the deep wound on his ribs. It was dry, gaping, but not bleeding. She pulled away from him to look at the cut on his thigh. Same thing. But something else caught her attention. Yes, the bandage was definitely missing. But...something else was missing, too. Wait? What?
She felt herself blushing. Hadn't she been looking for that and not the wound?
He saw the blush on her cheeks. She had done it before. Usually her body temperature rose as well.
-" What's wrong?"- he asked her curious.
She looked up.
- “Um...I know we're different species.”- she searched for the words-“ But... “-she cleared her throat- “Where is it?”
He tilted his head in confusion. Sometimes he looked like a dog trying to understand its master.
- “What about your penis? Your male organ. In humans, it hangs. It just hangs. Well, until it stops hanging. Shit! I shut up.” - she blushed even more.
He understood her naturally. And he seemed to find her confusion amusing.
The sound of the water mixed with his growling.
-" It's inside."-he explained calmly and moved towards her, covering her completely.
And then it dawned on her.
-"Oh, it is retractable!"- she exclaimed, more enthusiastically than she had intended. -" Interesting ."
She and her eternal curiosity. He allowed himself to be amused by her reactions, ignoring his own pain.
She became serious. She pushed him to take her place under the main jets of water. She began to rub his body with her palms, knocking off the dirt and blood. As it dried, his bright blood darkened but it was still a deep green. Gradually he regained his brown-beige color.
Small, bruised and injured, she never stopped care for him.
-"I was worried. Up there on the moon. That one was going to blow you both up."- she told him.
-" But you didn't let him."- He held her hands in front of his chest.
- “I told you I'll watch your back.”
He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers again. To the Yautja it symbolized an affection that his people showed too rarely, but here, with her, he could afford it.
-" Turn off the water. " -she told him.
She stepped out of the shower, quickly put on the tank top and pants. She took his hand and he let himself be led.
- “Where are your medical supplies? The ones you use to patch yourself up.”
He showed her into another room, not very large. She made him sit on a metal chair with a futuristic design, like everything else on this ship.
- “So” - she put her hands on her hips -“ What is what?”
-“I can do it myself.”
-" I know, but I want to learn. "- She smiled at him.
He showed her what was for what-for cleaning, for lubricating and disinfecting, for stopping the bleeding. For closing such nasty cuts there were some sharp scary things, like big staples.
-"At least the bleeding has stopped for now, but these... lacerations need to be stitched up." -she muttered under her breath.
- “This ...” he pointed to something like a gun with a place where the clamps in question were placed.
- “And painkillers before that?”
- “No.” - short and clear.
- “You're kidding me.” - She looked at him, but his serious look spoke clearly - “Yes , you're not kidding. And you dot his to yourself?!”
- “Yes.” - he shook his head - “For survival.”
-" I don't want to hurt you ."- she said quietly.
- “No need.”
He reached for the gun, but she pulled it away.
-"I will do it,"- she said more firmly now. -"How many staples do these wounds need?"
- “Two here “- the thigh - “and three here” - for the ribs.
What kind of life did the young Yautja have to get used to? You're either strong and tough or you're rejected and die.
Her palm was sweaty on the handle of the gun. She placed the first clamp in the middle of the thigh incision. She used her other hand to help herself, trying to bring the two parts together. She took a breath and squeezed the trigger. The clamp dug into the healthy skin and muscle and a second later it tightened, snapping the wound shut. The warrior dug his claws into the steel and growled savagely. It was painful every time, no matter how much pain he had felt in his life. She pulled back and almost dropped the stabbing device. Her heart sank to see him like this.
Within seconds he had regained his composure and he was ready for the next stitch.
- “Is it like this every time?”
He nodded grunting.
There was no point in delaying so she gathered her courage and one by one she put the remaining brackets in. Each time he growled and tore the chair out from under him.
When she patched him up, he leaned back and, breathing heavily, he rested his head back with his eyes closed.
She tossed the gun onto the counter next to them. Neon blood trickled down from the freshly drilled holes. She looked for something to wipe it with. The only thing that seemed to fit was a large, dark gauze. With all her tenderness she slowly wiped away the trickles.
He lifted his head at the light touch. Even his mother, a fearless hunter and trapper, had not cared for him like this. Was this how humans cared for each other?
Her face had lost its color from a moment ago under the water. She was now pale and her eyes was slightly clouded.
-" You're not well ." -he told her and grabbed her hand.
- “I can already feel the exhaustion. I guess it's the same with you. When you're under stress, in a fight “- she sat on his strong thigh -“ adrenaline pumps through your body and keeps you alert, on your feet, ignoring the pain .” - she looked at him - “And when that charge runs out, everything collapses.” - she looked at his face and saw the injured dreadlocks. Some of them had quite unpleasant scratches.
- “And this?” - she pointed -“How are we going to take care of them? Don't tell me we're going to put staples on them too!”
He quickly shook his head No. The very thought was absurd. Not that he wouldn't do it if necessary but there were other options.
- “With this. You wrap them.“- he reached over and opened a drawer filled with some tapes, pre-soaked with something.
-"Will you let me?"-she asked him explicitly because she already had some idea that they were very sensitive.
He nodded.
She positioned herself more comfortably on his leg, stepping over him. She unwound a strip and before touching him:
-“Remember I asked you.”
Yes. And he agreed. But as much as it hurt, he knew what her touch would bring him. His will would be tested. His self-control too.
She reached for one of the three dreadlocks that were injured. She started with the most torn. They were strangely soft, yet tough. Trying not to touch the wound directly, she began to roll the soaked tape around the dreadlock, starting at the top. Right from the start she could feel him tense and tighten. What exactly was happening to him when she touched these growths?
The elite warrior had focused on the need to treat the injuries to avoid thoughts of anything else, anything good. It pinched where the gauze clung to the injured tissue. At other times he would attach himself, but his own touch paled before hers.
-" Relax." -she told him.
He looked at her sideways, just with his eyes.
-" I can feel you tensing up. If my touch is that unpleasant, tell me and I'll stop. I just want all your wounds bandaged."
It couldn't be further from the truth.
He exhaled noisily.
She waited for his answer.
-" It's nice. "- he said hoarsely.
- “Are you enjoying yourself?”
-"A lot. "- He snorted.
- “You mean ... It stimulates you?”
He slowly turned to her.
- “Yes.”
She understood why when she accidentally touched him on the dreadlocks he always reacted... like this. He tensed up, but in a good way.
She began to tie the next dreadlock. He balled his hand into a fist on his knee.
-"Before we went after Bad Blood, I asked you something ."-She looked at him sideways. Yes, he remembered.
- “When we choose a partner, sometimes we find the right one the first time, sometimes we change a few until we hit the right one. When we are with someone, we don't know how long it will last. For some, it's for life. For others, it's not.” - while she spoke, she continued to bandage him. And he tore himself up, absorbing every word she said and getting lost in the feeling.
- “My point is: you want me to choose you as my partner, to recognize your merits. I see them. But I can't leave Earth like that or do it for a few years and then just come back. There will be no life back for me. This” - she finished with the second dreadlock and pointed between him and her -“ It has to be ... forever. As long as it's for me forever . “- she lowered her head.
For the first time she spoke of the binding of humans and he was glad, he wanted to understand her better. But for a moment something weighed on her, the last words she had spoken. He placed his hand on her thigh. Cooler than usual. Her body was cooling with fatigue.
She took on the last dreadlocks.
-" If you want to be with me, it has to be permanent. "- She cleared her throat. -"And only with me!"- She said clearly. -"Which brings us back to the question I asked you earlier."
She finished faster because the injury was less severe. She stroked the tip of the growth with her thumb and made him purr. She chuckled slightly. The armored fighting machine had a weak spot.
He squeezed her thigh and moved in. He was still managing to control himself, to control It. But It really wanted to get out.
He remembered her question. He had never imagined such a situation. And maybe he should have. She was human, why did he expect her to follow his culture? What exactly did he expect? Of course she would want something different, just as she was different from their women on the outside, she was also different on the inside, as a culture. Which made her unique.
His silence lasted too long. She rubbed the tip of the growth with her thumb again. Very lightly. Like a strand of hair. This time he let out a growl.
The warrior put his other hand on her other thigh. It was hard for him to think when she was playing with him like that. His outer jaws were twitching nervously. They were giving him away.
-" You're testing me ."- he said low and throaty.
-"Maybe just a little. I know you've been following your culture for over 200 years, but my life would have changed beyond recognition. It already did. Decide if you want to change yours. "- She smiled sadly.
She placed her hands on his, squeezed them for a moment, then pulled them away from her. He had the power and he allowed her to manipulate him like a puppet. She got up from his leg, the two of them had warmed up to the spot. She left the strange medical centre.
The warrior understood her point. And to be honest, he accepted it. He had many years left to live if he hadn't died on a hunt or met a stronger opponent. He would have left many more heirs to his genes and skills. But was that what he wanted after his own son turned against him and everything the Yautja stood for?
Oh, he would keep hunting high targets. But maybe he didn't need to be alone in the chase. He remembered the sweet thrill of him hunting her and her playing tricks on him. And it felt good to have someone to care about him.
He growled to himself. He left the room. His wounds were pretty well patched up.
The ship was equipped with advanced medical systems. The couch behind them was equipped with a scanning system and an automatic operating system. But his current wounds did not require sophisticated equipment to be patched up.
There was no mention of her wounds and bruises. A stubborn human woman.
He walked around the ship naked. What Yautja passed for clothes were his loincloths and his were in his cabin, in a chest next to his bed.
He found her in his room wearing some of her clothes. She was leaning over a shelf, intently cleaning one of her shurikens. He recognized the rag in her hands, what she called a tank top. He would also clean his equipment. Every good warrior had to maintain his equipment so that it would work properly and serve him long.
-" You seem to enjoy being the way your mother gave birth to you."- she called out to him.
He didn't understand her.
-" You know. You were born naked. You're naked now ."- His body was impressive with and without armor, despite the oddities of his skin and color. It helped her not to be distracted that his male attributes were hidden somewhere there and in their place there was a bulge with a discreet opening above it.
The warrior quickly put on a loincloth.
-"There's an easier way."-he told her as he stood next to her, leaning over her shoulder.
She looked at him.
He nodded toward the armor counter.
He took the shoulder strap she was working on. He led her to the corner of the room, where he pressed a few buttons with symbols on a panel in the wall, something like a container with bubbling liquid and fine steam above it came forward. He hooked the shoulder strap onto a special holder with which he placed the piece inside. A sensor registered the weight placed and the panel retracted. Various red symbols were written on a board next to the button panel, when they ran out, the container came out. The lighting inside had changed color from red to blue. Done. The warrior used the same holder to pull out the armor and handed it to her.
She took it. She looked it over from all sides and made sure that every speck of dirt was gone.
-" Nice dishwasher! "- she exclaimed.
- “Only for metal.” - he explained. - “There is something else for leather.”
The two of them, shoulder to shoulder, set about cleaning everything which was no small task. It was no less important than maintaining the blades or the catch itself.
-" What's next?"-she asked him.
He didn't answer immediately.
- “I'm returning you to Earth .”
A lump stuck in her throat. Maybe he had made his decision. Maybe he didn't want to give up on his partners - strong and capable. Maybe.
She nodded and tried to hide her...sorrow.
While she dressed, he got ready. When he put on the bionic mask, its sensors detected her rapid heartbeat. Up close he could even hear it. She was in distress. Because he was bringing her back?
This time he landed the ship behind the monument on top of a suburban hill that had been turned into a park. He started to take out the jet, but she stopped him.
- “I'll walk to home.”
It was a cold winter night. Heavy clouds hung over the city, reflecting the city lights and illuminating the night.
He sniffed the air. Heavy with dust and the exhaust fumes from human vehicles. Her apartment was several kilometers from where they were. He didn't want to leave her alone. She carried the trophy knife and the one from Bad Blood, but she wasn't equipped for hunting.
He growled displeasedly.
Maybe it was too human to ask him if she would see him again? Maybe.
-" I have to arrange things."- he told her.
She looked at him questioningly.
-" You'll understand. "-he added.
She sighed, her breath coming out in a cloud of steam. She hurried down the road that led from the summit to one of the main streets of the city. Behind her she heard the roar of the engines. The trees shook under the force of their thrust. Then the wave reached her. When she turned, she saw only the trail the vessel was leaving in the cloud cover.
She quickened her pace. The streets were deserted in the cold and at this time of night.
When she got back to his apartment, it was warm inside. The good old air conditioning. He checked the date on her phone. Just in time for a few more work days before the New Year's holidays.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR'
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
The ship arrived at its destination. A hunting moon but more bare and desolate than the previous ones covered with lush jungles. He ordered the ship to head for landing and it descended through the atmosphere. The vessel shook and she felt like an astronaut. As they passed through the atmosphere the flight became smooth again and the ship landed.
The warrior got up and headed for the exit. She hurried to unbutton her belts and catch up with him.
-" Khar'tal !"- she shouted after him.
He didn't turn around.
She ran and blocked his path.
Even before the hunt began he was pumped with adrenaline. Only his years of experience and accumulated wisdom kept him in check. Because he hated Bad Blood. More than other Yautja.
She was taking a risk by confronting him. His fists were clenched. A very different Khar'tal.
-" Khar'tal, listen to me!"- she insisted, trying to control herself .-"Don't go there alone. You're a Yautja, a lone warrior, I understand. You hunt alone, you survive alone. But I'm here and... "- she faltered, -" and I can't let you go there alone. I know you're incredibly gifted and experienced but your enemy is no accident, and I'm... "- she struggled to express her insistence,- " I'm afraid something might happen to you."
There you go, she said it.
He looked down at her with his bionic mask showing the warmth in her face. Their females didn't care what exactly happened to their partners when they weren't together during mating periods. They were minding their own hunts, keeping order in the clan and looking after their sucklings. No one cared how badly he was injured, how the hunt had gone. The clan would respected his death if he had fallen with honor with a proper burial and that would have been it.
And the human woman stood before him, fearing for his life.
-" Why?"- he asked her in a hoarse voice.
- “Why?”
-“Why are you afraid for me?”
He covered her with his shadow.
- “Because...I don't want to lose you.”
Here. And that's what she said. Whenever she had realized it.
He snorted, relieved.
He placed his hands on her shoulders. He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers. His breathing calmed. Just a slight clicking of his mandibles.
- “Shar'ika.”
-"I promise not to get in your way. I'll have your back. Whatever you say ."- she pleaded.
He surrendered. The big bad yautja gave in to the little huntress.
They quickly passed through the armory where he gave her a weapon similar to the shoulder weapon but for the hand. It could be attached to her belt. He showed her how to aim and shoot. Then he inserted several narrow but long blades into discreet holes in her boots and showed her how to load them on her right panel to fire them. They, like the shurikens, like the two plasma weapons, could be guided by the laser system on the mask.
After they left the ship, he activated the cloaking device and the vessel merged with the harsh landscape. A little further on he checked the coordinates on his panel.
He had instructed her to keep a certain distance, to always stay hidden and to intervene only in extreme cases. To avoid close contact.
From then on it was like a computer game. She never followed him directly behind him but walked sideways along another path. She had pre-loaded the arrow-thin blades. Their advantage was silent.
The warrior successfully avoided several traps. One of them contained a large dead predatory animal lured by the bloody bait.
The place was rocky with low bushes and trees behind which she was hiding successfully. She couldn't see exactly where the elite warrior was but she knew he was somewhere there, stalking his prey. Or maybe they were stalking him.
The first Bad blood overrated himself when he attacked the warrior. The bad blood leaped from a large cliff. The warrior had sensed it and he was prepared. The other had been careless in his desire for a quick and great trophy. He ended up being split in two by his own trap while the warrior escaped with a few scratches. She had seen him fight before- with animals, with Yautja and it was always fearsome and impressive. He had the advantage of a cool and calculating mind on his side.
So far so good. According to his clan, there were three Badbloods in total. They attacked and killed Yautja who came to hunt on this planet, using more technology and traps than open, skilled hunting. The Badblood hunt was one of the few times when Yautja hunted Yautja.
She didn't know how long the days were on this moon, but the orange sun was dipping above the horizon when a more distant, faint blue-white sun rose on the other side. The light began to fade.
Further on the elite warrior discovered the body of the Yautja, judging by the weapons and armor,a Bad Blood. Everything around was splattered with blood. The body was decapitated and disemboweled. He detected the trail of a second bloody trail, moving away from the place. Apparently the two remaining had fought and one had killed the other, taking the head with him. The first one was very careless. Maybe here it was a competition for primacy and supremacy and the stronger or more cunning had won. There was no respect and honor even among the members of their groups.
She surveyed the scene from a distance. She didn't want to get too close and set off any remaining traps.
She deliberately tried to step on the rocks and try not to leave marks in the ground and avoid making noise.
At times it seemed to her that she had lost track of the elite warrior. He blended into his surroundings to such an extent, despite his size. But he had left her a frequency by which the system in her bionic mask could track him. That way she knew how far away he was and at what distance.
Hours of fruitless searching. The guy had covered himself well or was stalking them well.
Then, in the next step of the warrior, an explosion of bright light and stone debris rained down on him. He hadn't stepped on a trap but someone had detected his presence with relative accuracy and fired a plasma weapon directly at him.
The warrior took an evasive maneuver, running past the large rocks- a fast target - a difficult target. He managed to orient himself from where he was being fired at and he aimed his shoulder cannon there and fired. Rocks and branches flew in a blue plasma. The warrior headed towards the place by a roundabout route. The other let out a loud angry roar.
She couldn't see him on the thermal image but she saw where the shot came from. Maybe there was a way to get him out of cover.
There were all kinds of traps on the ground, from mines to nets and bear traps to kill or maim.
There was a shrill sound, as a hiss, followed by a growl from both sides. She saw two huge...dog-like animals heading towards the warrior from opposite directions. They couldn't see him but they could hear him and smell him. One blocked his path while the other stalked him from behind and threw itself on his back. The warrior grabbed it by the neck while the other tried to bite him. He threw the first one at the second. The two dogs hit each other hard and rolled on the hard ground.
From her position she couldn't see much of what was happening. All she knew was that Khar'tal was dealing with the two beasts while their master lurked around. And that was her role, to watch the warrior's back. She crept forward and perched on a rock, she scanned the area. He was still hidden. She switched modes. On the blood-tracking option she detected large drops of blood leading in one direction. She wasn't going to let the Bad Blood surprise her yautja in the back.
Beyond the rocks, the elite warrior had dealt with one of the hounds. The price was a bite on the calf and scratched dreadlocks. The other dog didn’t give up. It threw itself at him with renewed fury. He met it with his shoulder, knocking off the beast's head, slicing its throat with the double blade.
The bad blood had decided to let the hounds do the dirty work, to weaken the enemy. The price they would pay was irrelevant.
She saw Khar'tal deal with the second beast. Up ahead, on a high cliff, the blood she had been following had pooled. Either he was there, because there were no more traces, or he had been. But he couldn't have evaporated. How could she know? She couldn't just shoot in different directions and hope to hit him.
Good old distraction.
The warrior tried to activate the concealment but it didn't work well with the damage from the dog's claws and teeth. So he remained exposed.
Apparently the other one hadn't detected her presence because by now he would have attacked her if he saw her as small, easy prey. She had to use this to her, to their, advantage.
And then, next to the pool of blood, a few fresh drops appeared. Just in time to see flaws in the Bad Blood's cover, rising as he was targeting the warrior. She aimed the arrow panel and fired. Three of them flew silently and hit the enemy's body. Streams of neon green blood flowed from the holes. The Badblood stood up, roaring in pain, anger and surprise. He gave away his position.
This gave the warrior a chance to climb up to him with a few powerful pulls on the stones and to grab him.
She didn't wait for a second invitation to get out of there. The second before the warrior was to come upon the Bad Blood, he shot in directions toward where the arrows had come from. She had taken cover behind another rock when the debris fell on her, rattling against her metal armor. A few larger pieces tore her skin. Then she heard them fighting, howling and growling at each other.
She crawled between two rocks and saw them exchanging blows and to her surprise, the Bad blood was bigger than the elite warrior.
The ground shook beneath the fighting Yautja. The warrior didn't bother to give him a fair chance at a duel of strength and skill. He knew how Bad Blood operated. They always deceived. Khar'tal recognized the arrows protruding from the Bad Blood's body. There was only one on this moon who had them.
She really wanted to get involved. From afar. To shoot the bastard. But she didn't want to distract the warrior and make him made a mistake that would lead to injury or death. So she hid and waited for the fight to develop but ready to intervene.
The first one used a single sword from his panel but the Warrior managed to pin it down properly with his double blade and broke it. Then the other one switched to hidden blades which he sent at the warrior. He dodged the first, parried the second, but the third cut him on the thigh, under the armor.
She dug her metal claws into the rock.
Now the warrior was angry and he would not play any more. He threw himself at the other and slammed him into the hard rock behind them, pounding his body with fists, padded with short, thick spikes on his knuckles. The other was thrashing and roaring, clutching the warrior’s shoulder and dreadlocks. Eventually he managed to push him away.
She had never seen him fight like this. Pure, brute force.
The two circled each other. Thirsty for blood. The bad blood leapt forward, mimicking a direct attack but at the last moment before the warrior could meet him, the other drew another hidden blade, slid to his knees and cut the warrior’s side at the ribs.
Her breath caught in her chest. When was the best moment to intervene?
The elite Yautja regained control. He took the large shuriken from his thigh armor. He threw it after the Bad Blood and the blade cut the other one in the shoulder and as he growled in anger, the blade cut his chest on the return.
The other was losing his grip, blinded by rage. Both were covered in bright green blood. The other tried to shoot the warrior with his shoulder weapon but he narrowly missed. So close, the plasma managed to singe part of his dreadlocks. The warrior lunged forward, got behind the Bad Blood and pinned him in a death grip. He could slit his throat, but he wanted to feel the life drain away with each breath.
Was there an end to this fight? Bad blood or not, the man was strong and would not give in. The warrior was choking him with his powerful hands, but the man growled and clawed.
She saw how the Bad Blood clawed at the hand that gripped him. He reached behind his waist and pulled out something like her grenades, but bigger. He would blow himself up and the warrior too. She couldn't let that happen.
She hooked the shuriken onto the launcher under her right forearm, aimed the laser and fired. She hoped the guy wouldn't spin or the shuriken would fall into the warrior’s body. Into her warrior.
The blade pierced the hand clutching the explosive, cutting it off below the wrist. The man screamed in agony.
The warrior saw the falling grenade. He acted quickly. He broke the Bad Blood's neck, dropped the body over the device and ran in the opposite direction. Three seconds later a blast of blue energy followed, sweeping away rocks, dirt, bushes and bodies.
The warrior flew forward and landed heavily on the ground, strewn with debris. She was thrown by the shockwave between the rocks.
It all took less than a minute. She braced herself in the narrow space, gasping for air. She was grateful for the bionic mask on her face that kept her from breathing in the rising dust. It took her a moment to recover from the shock.
He rose to his hands and knees and shook his heavy dreadlocks. Dust fell from him. In a moment he was on his feet scanning the surroundings. The silence that had fallen was broken only by his soft growl. He reached the remains of the Bad Blood. It was hard to tell which piece was which. Traces of the warm blood were everywhere. There were no other enemies. For now.
She walked forward, leaning against the rocks around her until she emerged into the open where she saw the elite Yautja standing proudly amidst the devastation. He was smeared with dirt, leaves and blood.
He stood over the torso, the only thing left intact. He kicked the corpse in the stomach. He stepped on it and with his sharp claws he reached into the base of the waist, grabbed the spine and with one sharp movement ripped it out along with the skull. Blood splashed everywhere. He roared triumphantly at the top of his voice. The rocks took up his cry in a fading echo.
She was shocked. She hadn't expected this. She didn’t known that the Yautja were doing this. He had many skulls in his collection, including human ones but...Is that how he disemboweled them from the bodies? Did he do it to a living person? She didn't know what to do. She took a step back.
As he released his adrenaline with a mighty roar and took his due, his composure returned little by little. He saw her, there by the rocks, a few meters away- dusty, bloodied. She looked...scared?
He looked at the spine in his hand. Then at her. And he understood.
He hooked the skeletal remains onto his belt around his waist. His entire arm was covered in neon green blood.
-" You did well ."- he said when he went to her. -"Very well ."- He leaned down and rested his metal forehead on hers.
That calmed her down somewhat. But only somewhat.
He stood up. He invited her to come with him. They had to look around and find the Bad Blood’s camp. She followed him silently, watching what he did, what he stopped at and looked around. The skull-and-spine swayed on him with every step.
She had to accept it. He was an alien. He was a Yautja. He lived by different rules. Were humans any better? They skinned animals, cut tusks, tore animals to pieces for souvenirs, killed each other. The same monsters. Worse.
After a while they came to a place with a fire burning in the center. Everywhere were hanging skins, individual bones, whole skeletons, all kinds of weapons.
They came across two Yautja skulls. The warrior roared.
They had once been part of his clan. Maybe not as strong or experienced but warriors nonetheless. A terrible image flashed before her eyes. This could have been him.
-" How long have the Bad Bloods been here? "- she finally spoke.
-“ It's hard to say . “- he examined one of the Yautja skulls. - “The young people who come here are ambushed.”
She caught up with him.
- “Someone managed to send a message to your clan and they sent you to stop them.”
He nodded with a growl. He gathered some things from the place—masks, weapons. Then he opened the panel on his left forearm, pressed some combination of buttons and the small displays activated. Red symbols lit up, blinking and changing.
She recognized this device.
- “A bomb? Are you planning to level the place to the ground?”
-“Yes.”
He removed this part of the panel and placed it on a rock, near the fire.
He turned and led her back to the ship. He was hurrying away and she was watching him closely. She knew how powerful the blast could be and she didn't want to be anywhere near it to feel it.
They moved a fair distance away but she didn't know if it was enough. The warrior pulled her aside, hiding them behind a large rock as the explosion shook the ground. Through the thermal image, the bright light of the blast passed like a blinding phenomenon of bright white. The shockwave broke off pieces of rock but he covered her with his massive body. It wasn't the first time he had done this and he had learned how long he had to retreat after setting the timer. When the dust settled he relaxed his embrace over her.
-" Bad blood, they might come back to search the place ."- he explained.
-"But you left them empty-handed ."- she finished.
- “We ... “-he corrected her.
He pushed her ahead of him and they continued. They had a few hours to walk to the ship. At her pace. He could run the distance in much less time.
By the time they reached the ship, she was exhausted. Countless hours of walking both ways, the stress of the stalking, the explosions.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR'
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
When she woke up she didn't know how much time had passed. Her personal belongings, including her phone, they were put away but she never looked at the date and time when they set off on their hunt. Somehow the life of the Yautja was governed by different rules and sensations.
She rubbed her eyes when she heard behind her...Snoring? She turned and saw the elite warrior sleeping next to her on the bed. She woke up quickly. He had taken off his armor. All of it. It was only a...loincloth. She could see details that had previously been hidden under armor and weapons. The skin on his shoulders, on the outside of his limbs was darker and rougher, thicker. His feet were interesting. Four toes in front, one small one on the inside and a small, like a growth on his heels. All with sharp claws. And he had scars. Lots of them.
Everything about him had the power and means to kill. One would think that he would lie directly on the ground, like a savage but he had placed soft furs on his bed. Not tanned, like on a rocker jacket but with fur, soft and pleasant to the touch. Judging by the perfectly cleaned bone trophiesthe Yautja knew how to process...living materials.
Her curiosity rose. The biological. The feminine.
She bit her lip. She made sure he was still asleep. Just like humans he was closing his eyes.
She leaned on her elbow and reached forward. She lightly touched the thick skin of his shoulder. Then that of his stomach. There was no bodyhair in the accepted sense. In places on his face there were those little growths, variously short and pointed, that she had noticed before. She touched a few. The young yautja from the facility didn't have any. Perhaps they grew with maturation and age.
Even without the massive armor he was...huge. At least eight feet of muscle. Her gaze drifted down to the loincloth. Surely something else was...huge. It couldn't be any other way. How did he manage to hide it under the sash? Where?
Her curiosity settled like a soft, tickling warmth right next to her stomach. Her hands sweated with a desire to understand. What was it that was holding her back? She shook her head and turned her attention to his dreadlocks. What was their purpose to make them so sensitive?
She leaned over his shoulder trying not to wake him. She examined very closely the strange growths, decorated in places with wide beads. They were covered with skin, that much was clear. She was so close to them. She didn't realize that her warm breath was flooding the sensitive appendages.
Oh, he wasn't sleeping. Even though he was on his own ship, in his own bed, a part of him was always alert. He felt her the moment she took a deeper breath and stirred. He felt every careful warm touch. He let her explore him, again. He liked her touch. The pleasant human warmth of her body. At some point he had to concentrate on maintaining the illusion that he was asleep. His body wanted to respond to her touch. The purr choked in his throat.
When he felt her warm breath on his dreadlocks, however, he felt a knot of electricity tighten low in his stomach.
Although terrifying, he seemed calm. His outer jaws were relaxed.
She wanted to touch them so much but that would wake him up. Maybe just a bead. Were they metal, or wooden, maybe bone? Her hand went to the dreadlocks on its own. A moment of hesitation before she placed the tip of her middle finger and he grabbed her wrist. Their eyes met. She—surprised, he—completely present. She swallowed hard.
-" You...how long have you been awake?" -she asked hesitantly.
- “A long time ago .”
She almost whimpered.
- “Um, so... you felt everything?”
-" Everything ..."- he growled.
-" I didn't mean to wake you. But I was "—she searched for the right word, but there wasn't one—" curious."
-" Are you playing with me?" -he stood up without letting go of her.
- “No, no! “- she insisted - “I was studying you. We are both humanoids but we are different, and I... I understand you more fully when I touch you.” - she made a tortured grimace - “I know it sounds crazy.”
He thought about it. He wasn't angry with her but he guess she decided that way.
- “I'm not angry.”
-" You're not?"- she allowed herself a hesitant smile.
-“I sensed your excitement.”
-" Excitement? " -she snapped. Oh, shit, the heat in her body, the sweat on her hands, the desire to touch. That's what it was. -"How? "- she pulled back to the edge of the bed.
- “I smelled it. Faintly, but it was there .” - He didn't let go of her but he moved after her on the mats.
She hadn't expected this. She realized that his senses were sharper than hers but not at this scale. Now the curious biologist in her raised his head again.
- “How do you smell? I mean, you don't have a nose like me . “- Of course she had to know.
The warrior just opened his mouth, or rather, his jaws parted and...showed her his tongue. She almost gasped. Forked tongue. Like a snake's.
- “Of course.” - she looked at it - “The aromatic molecules stick to your tongue and when you put it away they pass through the sensors in your mouth, maybe on the palate. “- she could not hide her admiration.
He looked at her no less curiously than she looked at him. She had the knowledge to understand his type.
She had already slipped out of bed and she was standing next to him. He had sat up but he was still holding her close to him.
- “Now you're...” -he felt the air between them- “you're excited, in a different way .” -he snorted- “The other excitement is gone .” -The warrior was disappointed because of that.
For the Yautja it was normal to be direct. There were no uncomfortable topics.
But for her, he being able to ...smell her states was uncomfortable. Often a person could not control their body's signals, despite the situation.
- “I...can I...?”
He looked at her sideways.
- “Can I touch it? Or you could lick me. Whatever you prefer.”
His bright amber eyes studied her, trying to understand what exactly was hiding behind her desire.
She brought her face very close to his. He had withdrawn his tongue and she was staring expectantly into his mouth. Maybe if she could see herself from the side, she would realize that her behavior was a little absurd. Anyone else in her place would have been permanently terrified of the alien. From the very first time they met.
He knew it. He had seen countless times the primal terror of humans when they faced the Yautja. She was terrified too but she overcame it to survive.
The warrior slowly stuck out his tongue. When he was hunting there were usually too many smells, mixing and overlapping. The smell of blood was dominating the others. But here, now, among the quiet hum of the engines, he could clearly smell her scent. And its nuances. He let go of her hand and she very carefully ran the tip of her middle finger along the arch of his forked tongue.
It was cool, and shiny, and smooth.
She swallowed the saliva that had gathered in her mouth.
Then warrior slid his tongue along the length of her finger. From base to tip. When he withdrew it, he closed his eyes, tasting her for the first time. A soft growl escaped his throat. He would taste her again. Stronger. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted, not even the female Yautja.
-" You...just tasted me ?"- she muttered, entranced and confused. How much of her could he sense and understand through a simple lick?
He nodded.
-" Tell me, Khar'tal, elite Yautja, are you ready to abandon your current females and devote yourself to just one?"
He was confused. She could have been just as direct, in her own way. Her question came out of nowhere.
She read his confusion.
- “I'll have to explain to you how things are with humans when it comes to commitment and choosing a partner.”
And he wanted to know. She had been more relaxed with him lately. He hadn't brought her a new trophy since the Bad Blood knife but they hunted together. Female Yautja rarely joined the males in their hunts. And his human huntress wanted to be with him on the hunting ground all the time.
- “But first we agreed after resting that we would prepare for the next hunt .” - she pulled away from him. She went to the shelves with armor and weapons and began to equip herself. He was still standing on the edge of the bed and watched her as she turned into Shar'ika. Her soft body was covered with pieces of armor and leather. In one movement she pulled her sweatshirt up over her head. He had noticed the bruises on her body from various falls and blows before. He had not yet asked her about the dark images in various places on her skin. He recognized some things - the face of a bird, a wolf, a cat. All terrestrial predators. But there was more.
At some point the ship came to life from a received message. The warrior strode toward the cockpit. She didn't follow him. While he was gone she finished equipping herself from top to bottom. She was pleased with herself for having managed it all on her own.
After a while he returned and she could tell that his mood had changed. He was serious and focused. He stood next to her and immediately began to equip himself. When he was like that, in hunting mode, it was like being in a tunnel with the prey at the end. She took a step back, his whole being was radiating a different energy.
- “Problem?”
He growled.
- “Bad blood. Again.”
Before her eyes, every second, his body was covered more and more with pieces of armor. Every movement was precise and practiced. Every weapon attachment, every armor assembly-precise. He turned into an armored fighting machine. Last he put on his bionic mask.
-" I don't have time to bring you back ."- He turned to her.
She shuddered at the thought of the dangerous and dishonorable Bad Blood but she wasn't ready to return to Earth. She didn't want to.
He walked towards the cockpit, the trophies hanging on him jingling. She had to run to catch up with him.
-" I don't want you to take me back."- she shouted after him.
As he set the coordinates for the system, she settled into the back seat. The ship revved up its engines and sped away, pinning her to the seatback.
-" You will stay on the ship. "- he ordered while monitoring the instruments.
It was the wisest thing to do but she couldn't leave him alone against them.
-" I can help."- he insisted.
- “No. They're too dangerous .”
- “And dishonest. I believe in you but from what you've told me about them, they'd rather play you than face you in a fair fight. I'm not human, but I'm not Yautja either and I have no problem playing a trick on them.”
He didn't want to consider her words. There was some sense in them but he didn't want to risk her life.
Minutes passed and he didn't answer her.
-" If they find the ship, I still won't be safe ."-she argued.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
The hours until dawn passed slowly. At times the wind picked up, driving rain into the container. It wasn't until morning when the storm had died down and she was able to drift off into a tired slumber. In her sleep she placed a hand on his shoulder, her fingers entwining one of his dreadlocks. Very lightly.
But for the warrior every touch on the sensitive dreadlocks sent electric pulses through his body. Even unconsciously, the touch of her small hand brought a purr to his chest. But now was not the time to give in to his impulses. He focused on the present, on the immediate tasks after dawn.
At the first rays of sunlight, he woke her with a light touch on her marked cheek. One would wonder how this Yautja warrior, with his harsh and fierce appearance, could touch so lightly.
-" What's the plan for today?" -she asked him as she refreshed herself with cool water from the nearby stream.
- “We return to the ship. We craft the shield. We hunt for other prey .”
-" So simple, huh?"- she pulled her wet hair into a ponytail and put on the mask.
- “Yes. “- he shook his head - “There's a lot of walking .”
He started to turn around, but she stopped him.
- “I haven't forgotten about your wounds.”
He wasn't used to being looked at like that. Or being looked at at all.
She felt some of the scratches.
She must feel everything with her little fingers, he thought.
-" They've closed ."- she stated.
He knew that. To Yautja such scratches were like the annoying buzzing of a small insect.
They walked quite a bit before stopping for rest for food and water. He let her practice spear throwing and shuriken hand throwing a few times.
- “Why do you want us to get out of here?”
-“Storms are bad for you ."- he said without stopping.
-"Because I'm weak?" -she hurried to get ahead of him and stood in front of him.
He growled slightly.
-" You're not weak ." -He towered over her.
Fully dressed and armed like a Yautja, she looked like a small copy of them. More temperamental.
But she stubbornly stood on the path before him. What could he do to make her see herself as he was seeing her?
-" Then why are you taking me away from here?"- she demanded an explanation.
He snorted.
The warrior drew the double blade from the panel on his right forearm and swung at her. The split second of drawing gave her the moment to react instinctively, parrying with the small curved blade on her left hand.
She caught the blow but the hook caught on him and he used it to throw her aside. The blades came loose and she rolled across the forest floor landing at the base of a thick root.
But what was he thinking? She had only been training with the new equipment for three days.
The warrior walked toward her with heavy steps. She quickly stood up, aiming her laser sight at a large branch high above their heads. She fired her shoulder cannon at the tree. The warrior looked up after the blue plasma to see it blast the wood with ease and the branch went down. He dodged the blow stepping aside.
Okay! He growled contentedly. He turned to where she was but she was gone. He looked around but she was nowhere to be seen. Now he was getting interested. This was shaping up to be an exciting little hunt.
She took advantage of his distraction with the branch and rolled around the other side of the root, sliding behind a large tree. There she activated her cloaking technology. If there was ever a time when she needed to use it, it was now. What more dangerous adversary than a huge, angry, strong Yautja?! She tried to calm her heart and her breathing. For now she was only using her infrared vision but she knew that he had a much larger set of scans and could track her by her heartbeat. Sooner or later, he would detect her.
The elite warrior walked slowly and surely through the trees, scanning in all directions. The characteristic rhythmic clicking of his mandibles revealed the thrill he was feeling.
She saw that he wasn't trying to hide himself. What could she do? A little cunning would be usefull.
She threw a rock in his direction which landed a few feet behind him. He spun around, his dreadlocks shaking, aiming the triple laser sight. The second his back was turned, she fired the web from her launcher. He reacted quickly, turning to face the flying web, but not fast enough to avoid it. The web wrapped around him, he lost his balance and fell to his knees. He was angry and amused now. She could hear him growling. She was somewhat amused, too.
The warrior drew the double blade and cut through the tangle of the web, freeing himself with a roar.
She shivered.
Before her eyes he activated the cloaking device. Now the cards were even. Or not. He had over 250 years of experience under his belt. Her? 3 days. And her human brain.
She crouched down and walked slowly past the broadleaf bushes. There was no way she could spot him. They were playing cat and mouse now. And she was the mouse. The minutes of lurking seemed too long.
He watched her from high in the trees as she crept through the bushes. Watching wasn’t not exactly the case. He also used only thermal vision but he could smell her. He could track her with his own senses, absorbing her characteristic scent, allowing him to orient himself to her position. He had to be careful what he was using against her. Every weapon he had was deadly, every skills even more lethal and he could wound her fatally.
She was tired of hiding. He could be anywhere. Still in stealth, she ran down the path they had been walking on. She didn't try to be quiet. She let him follow in her footsteps. Let him reveal himself.
He heard her running footsteps on the forest floor. Branches snapped and leaves crunched. He followed her jumping from tree to tree. Bark flew under the force of his claws.
She heard the approaching Yautja fury behind her, crushing the trees in its path. He was catching up with her.
After a few more meters she could hear him on the ground. He was able to follow her. She turned sharply past a tree. When she heard him at the same spot, she let go of the branch she had been holding out and it fell on his invisible body.
At the last moment he saw the branch whizzing towards him. It slammed into his chest with a burst of leaves and bark. He growled angrily looking around in all directions.
She was lying in a pit. She didn’t like running before and she wasn’t good at it now. She barely peered over the edge of the pit as he roared and she noticed the green spots on his chest stained by the leaves. She had a target now. She aimed at him. She waited deliberately for him to notice the triple mark on his body.
He heard the distinctive, discreet sound of the shoulder weapon system loading. Then the trio of red laser dots positioned themselves on his chest. No shot followed. Then it dawned on him... She was playing with him. The adrenaline of the hunt became even sweeter.
-" Shar'ika !"- he called her name. It made her shiver. He was like a ghost who had gained the power to summon.
She clenched her jaw. She would not yield to his call, to his influence. She quickly changed the aim of the cannon and fired to the sides of him at the tree. The warrior turned to one side covering his head.
At that moment she leapt at him swinging her right long blade. He was fast, to fast for his size and parried with his pair.
She attacked him directly coming out of cover! She didn't run. What was she thinking? She couldn't beat him in close combat. He parried her second swing. Such reckless closeness was game over for her.
The elite warrior spun, caught her off guard, swung at her with the double blade, trapping her neck between the two parts. She had no way out, either left or right. She reached for him with her right hand but he grabbed her wrist. He pushed her back, her back against a tree and the tips of the two blades dug into the wood. She was trapped. As if sentenced to death by guillotine.
His face, his mask, was inches from hers. The adrenaline from their chase, from her attacks, from her racing heart, from the prey he had caught, it was flowing through his veins filling his muscles. His chest was rising and falling heavily, his breath coming out noisily from under the mask. Now he was excited.
-" I got you."- he growled, squeezing her even tighter.
This big, alien, male body. Hunting instincts in their purest form. She had been worried at first about what had caught him but she... liked their chase. To slip away. To let her slip away. To catch her. To let herself be catched.
-" Why did it take you so long?" - and there was...satisfaction in her voice?
He growled and cocked his head to one side. The warrior didn't go after her like he would with real prey. That wasn't his idea. At least not at first. He wanted to show her she wasn't weak by making her defend herself. And when she... escaped and played her tricks on him, it woke up the hunter in him.
He felt something thin and sharp. At his groin. He looked down and he saw how she had rested the short hooked blade in his sash.
-" Tch, tch, tch!"- she tapped the tip of the hook on the armor of his package.
He growled low and throaty. The little huntress caught him off guard where no one had before. His excitement did not diminish. On the contrary. Her cunning and audacity inflamed him.
The sounds he made had such a frequency that she felt it in her body even without his being completely pressed into hers. She herself, contrary to logic, she felt... immortal, reckless. Like the most interesting and delicious prey that wants to be caught.
-" What trophy will you take from me?"- she challenged him.
The euphoria that gripped her made her play with the razor called the Elite Yautja.
He made a low, guttural sound. She could almost hear how his brain was working.
He put away his blades, slung her over his shoulder and carried her down the path to the ship.
-" Everything ..."- was the only word he growled as he drove off with her.
What was she involved in?
After a while of shaking on his shoulder, the pressure in her stomach became too much.
-“ You can let me go now.”
He didn't answer her and continued.
-" I got your hint. I'm your trophy. Now let me go ." -She patted him on the back.
-" And I will treat you like a trophy." -he replied.
-" What, are you going to carry me around and show me off to your Yautja friends ? It won't work! "- she struggled. He held her tighter.
But she was stubborn. She boldly grabbed two dreadlocks to distract him. In the second he needed to regain his composure, she kicked him in the stomach with a knee, startling him enough to drop his arms and she slided behind him.
He roared angrily. But he wasn't so much angry as surprised. For the second time she had played on his weaknesses.
-" I said I'll go alone ."- she said firmly.
Stubborn.
He was...captured?
- “Why did you let me catch you?”
- “Because sooner or later you would have caught me. I can't outrun you so I decided that an attack was the best option.”
- “But why?”
-" I wouldn't last much longer. I'm not very resilient ."- She shrugged. -"And you could have caught me much earlier if you wanted to."
-“You did well.”
She raised her head to him.
-" You're not weak." -he insisted.
-" And why did you let me slip away?"- she stood next to him and she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze.
He snorted.
-" You have brute strength and supreme skills but you let me hop around the forest under your nose."
He clenched his fists. She was pressing him.
-" You enjoyed chasing me, didn't you? " -she asked.
She was so close that he could clearly smell her ...excitement.
She circled around him. That broad back covered in armor and dreadlocks.
- “Male Yautja, you carry a trophy for your females in heat and hope for their mercy.” -her eyes stared at him even through the viewfinder- “But you have never felt the thrill of a female playing with you, making you chase her, a game of chase.” -she rested her index finger on his chest- “What was supposed to make me realize my capabilities turned into a hunt that you tried to prolonge because you liked it.”
The warrior was amazed at how well she had read him, how well she understood this hunt.
She sighed. She turned and slowly walked down the path when she heard two heavy footsteps and she felt him behind her. She froze in place.
He leaned over her shoulder.
-" I liked it ."- he said into her ear. If it weren't for the mask, she would have felt his breath.
-" Good ."- she said quietly and turned to him .- "Get used to it. It's different with me."
Their attention was drawn to a distant rumble somewhere over the horizon. Playing chase, they had wasted valuable time.
-" Let's hurry ."- he said.
-"Yes. Let's do it ."- She agreed hastily, imagining the alternative of staying in the open.
He set a brutal pace. The only thing keeping her running was the approaching thunders. Her lungs burned for air and her legs felt heavy as lead. It began to rain. The warrior paused to see where she was. Water ran down his dreadlocks and dripped from their tips. He saw her just as her legs gave out, bending and sinking into the muddy ground. He returned to her and just as he reached to pick her up... a lightning struck a dozen meters behind her sending them flying into the nearby bushes. And then?
She woke with a headache. Her eyes hurt when she tried to open them. She propped herself up on her elbow and felt a familiar softness beneath her. The soft furs covering his bed.
She tried to sit up. She felt her body...in pain. Her limbs the most. She could now make out the room. With a groan she tried to get up, hesitantly stepping on her feet. She felt the coldness of the metal floor. She was barefoot. She looked at herself and saw that she was in the mesh and her armor had been removed. She was with the sweatshirt she wore under all her winter clothes. She got up leaning on the edge of the bed but when she tried to take a step forward, a sharp pain cut through her legs, starting from her heels and reaching her back. Before she collapsed to the floor she was grabbed by the waist and lifted into the air.
-" You have a strong heart ." -said a familiar voice.
- “Khar'tal? What happened?”
He sat on his bed with her in his arms.
-“Lightning. It fell behind you .”
Earlier, when he saw her on the ground, he was ready to carry her in his arms to the ship when the electricity took them away. Especially her. He felt its power but the Yautja were strong enough to withstand such a charge. Especially strong warriors like him. But she suffered.
And he blamed himself. He was the experienced one and he knew the terrain and the dangers. He had gone off in pursuit of her, enchanted by the idea of the small human prey and forget about the time.
- “You survived, but you're injured .”
A low growl rose from his chest.
- “How are you? Are you hurt?”
The warrior was amazed. She was injured enough to be unable to walk but she was concerned about his health.
- “I endured it. Yautja can .”
-" If I were faster, more durable ..."- she groaned, -"we would have arrived on time ."
-" No ." -he snorted,-"I'm the experienced one. It was up to me ."
-" Look at you - the great fearsome warrior, dedicated to honor and hunting, from a society based on strength " - she settled more comfortably in his lap -“ you are learning protection and care.”
He looked at her. His dreadlocks shook. Her words hit him deeply. Among the Yautja, if you are weak, they don't care about you. They put you through tests to prove yourself, otherwise you are not worthy of being part of the clan. Failure means death.
The warrior laid her back on her bed. It was still strange and hard for him to harness his strength to a minimum, to be careful.
-" I don't want to lie down ."- she insisted.
He stared at her.
- “I don't have any open wounds on my feet, do I?”
He shook his head.
- “Then the sooner I step on them, the faster I will recover.”
He snorted. He understood her logic.
He helped her to her feet. She tried walking again. It was as if the nerve endings in her feet were still electrified.
- “Are the armor and weapons good?”
Was that the most important thing?
-" Yes." -he answered her.
She slowly walked over to the opposite wall with the shelves of armor and weapons. Hers were lined up on the shelves where she had first seen them. She ran her fingers along the edge of the forehead of her bionic mask.
- “Is that how it is with you?”
He tilted his head in confusion.
- “It becomes a part of you.”
-“Yes.”
-“We need to rebuild the web. And the shield from the scale. How are we going to do that?”
He was...not surprised but he was puzzled by her behavior. Instead of insisting on resting, she focused on technique- losses and gains. Maybe that's how she coped with the pain and discomfort.
-" You need to rest. "- he insisted.
- “No.”- she was firm - “I need to be ready for the next hunt. To be better.”
He snorted. He couldn't argue with her.
- “First the shield.”
He had a sort of workshop in the trophy room. She watched him curiously as he sanded the inside of the scale. Then he fitted the strap for the hand. But strap was an understatement. The mechanism that connected the scale, riveting the two parts together, contained pop-up overlapping panels that opened like a fan when a button on the strap was pressed. There was a mechanism for attaching it to various places on the armor. He gave her the shield to try on. She put her hand in and moved carefully.
-" You need to show me how to use it best ."- She tried to put the shield down on the table but for a moment her legs tried to betray her and she fell forward, leaning on the edge. With his quick reflexes, the warrior caught her, trying not to accidentally skin her with his long claws.
-" How I hate my weakness!"- she hissed through her teeth.
-" You're not weak. For a human, you're strong in your own way ."-he supported her.
-" But I'm not just a human anymore, am I?! You told me so yourself. But the more I get to know you and your culture, the more I understand my weaknesses."- She leaned on the edge of the table and rubbed her marked cheek.
-" Once you know your weaknesses, you find a way to overcome them ."- He ran his finger over the marks.
He remembered those events perfectly and the moments when he cut her skin to carve them.
-" Since when did the Yautja become lenient towards the weak?" -she looked down.
-" It's not indulgence. "- He made her look at him. -" It's faith."
When you spend more time with Yautja, you begin to discern what emotions lie beneath the harsh alien nature. Their faces were not as expressive as human ones but they still showed emotion. Especially the eyes.
She sighed.
- “I'm going to lie down for a while. But when I get up, let's continue with the preparations for the next hunt. Is that okay?”
He nodded.
He started to send her to his cabin but she stopped him.
-" Let me try alone ."- She placed her hand on his chest.
A few steps further.
- “Khar'tal .”
He turned around.
He watched her slowly but steadily walk away. That's why she didn't want his help. Let her handle it herself. That would make her feel better.
Removing the armor from her small body proved to be a bigger challenge than helping her put it on. He had to handle it carefully so as not to accidentally injure her.
If she chose him, if she decided to remain his partner, how would he touch her? When he was with any of his other partners, he was the one with the cuts and bruises at the end. He was...too big for her. Maybe only her temper was bigger than him. Now he had to load her with a new network. And find another technique that would benefit her. And think.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
Events unfolded in a flash. With trained reflexes the elite warrior pushed her away and he stood between her and the attacker. It was a large animal with crooked teeth and tusks protruding from its lower jaw. Yautja pulled the spear from his back, swung it forward, driving it into the beast's body. The blow landed at the base of the neck but the animal was large and muscular. The spear lodged in the body. The beast lurched into the narrow shelter, the spear handle hit the warrior in the chest, throwing him into the wall.
She pulled herself together and she saw the warrior slide down the wall to the floor. She was already standing when the beast surged toward him. She locked the fear in the back of her mind. She drew the Bad Blood shortsword and lunged at the animal's back, driving the blade in with both hands. It lurched again, sending her back to the stone bed.
The warrior activated the pair of blades from the panel on his right forearm and growling loudly and angrily, he lunged forward, swinging at the beast's neck, severing muscle and blood vessels. Dark blood spurted from the wound, spraying the stone wall. The animal fell to the ground with a thud. The blood began to pool on the floor.
The elite warrior was brimming with adrenaline. He was breathing heavily and growling, standing proudly over the corpse. She rose to her feet and saw a familiar sight. This was how he had looked on the hunting moon, when he had defeated the pack of strange wildcats. He was reveling in his victory. Proud. Strong. A hunter.
She moved to the other side of the large corpse and drew her sword. She and the warrior met eyes. He shook his head and drew his spear.
The kill wasn't hers, but she had bravely joined in.
-"Shar'ika."- he muttered and bowed his head slightly.
He circled the beast from the entrance to the shelter. He couldn't leave the carcass to rot there. He grabbed its hind legs and gathering his strength, he dragged it out inch by inch. She joined him. She grabbed one leg with both hands and tried to help as much as she could.
After a while the body was outside. The warrior cut some thick vines and tied them to the beast's ankles. That would make it easier for him to drag it further.
While he was clearing, she found water collected in large leaves. She drank and washed herself as best she could. Then she carefully tore off a leaf and rolled it into a funnel, pouring water into it. When the warrior returned, she met him and offered him the water. He accepted it and drank.
During the day he showed her how to use the small blade that protruded from the panel on her left forearm. It was short and it had a curved part on the back like a hook that could be used for rappelling or something else. He showed her a few moves for the other, longer blade from the panel on her right forearm.
He constantly told her to use her tools, to experiment with them to get the most out of them and to avoid close combat until the last moment due to her lack of strength.
-" Today we are hunting dangerous prey ."- he informed her. He led her down a narrow path. He himself would have used the trees to move around but she could not climb to their tops and jump from branch to branch.
Further on, the rainforest thinned out into separate clearings of tall grass surrounded by tall bushes. In the distance you could see where the jungle ended and began again.
-" What are we looking for?"- she asked him as she scanned the area. For now, the only heat sources were individual birds in the treetops.
-" I'm guessing something big is lurking in the open areas .”- she added. He nodded.
-" Get ready ."- it was all he said to her before picking up a log from the ground and powerfully throwing it forward into the tall grass.
As the tree thumped, the ground shook with a guttural growl as something very long made its way towards the tree. It shook the ground in its path.
The elite warrior activated his cloaking technology, she followed him. Without instructions, without a plan. Once in stealth they couldn't see each other even through their bionic masks. She had no choice but to wait for his move because she didn't even know what was out there.
Then the hell broke loose as the thing in the grass roared loudly, rising above the grass. Its head jerking back sharply. It was something like a crocodile, a long flat body with a huge long jaw full of conical brownish teeth. Its skin was thick and scaly. On its back and at the base of its neck. The warrior emerged from cover. He used his spear stuck between the scales as anchor. He was working its way up to the skull where the animal's defenses were still strong.
How to react? What he was expecting of her? Similar armored animals on Earth had a soft and unprotected belly. Maybe the place under the lower jaw.
The beast was thrashing and trying to shake the warrior from its back. He was driving in with all his might the pair of blades on his right hand.
She moved closer, trying to avoid the powerful tail. As the warrior climbed up to the head and began to plunge its blades between the thick scales, the beast tilted its head back revealing the soft flesh of its neck. She readied one shuriken and fired it at it. The blade sank deep into the skin but its neck was so thick that it did not cause a serious wound. Then she readied the second shuriken and fired it again. The blade hit its target.
If she got too close, she risked falling into the reach of the massive forelimbs. She had a web-shooting weapon on her belt, but it wont be able to hold off a beast like that. A few grenade-like blasts. The spear and the shoulder weapon, plus the short sword.
After another powerful toss of its head, the beast managed to shake off the warrior who fell forward with a thump. He quickly jumped to its feet and unwound a long and jagged whip from its waist. The beast headed for him when she threw one of the grenades at it, which exploded on contact with its body, breaking off several scales from the side of its neck. The animal turned its attention to her, walking with heavy steps. She saw the warrior prepare to use the whip. To give him a chance to hit accurately, she loaded and aimed her shoulder weapon. It fired as she backed away. The shots hit the beast's armored muzzle, leaving holes in the scales, enraging it. Then the warrior swung the whip and wrapped it around the animal's neck, sending a shockwave down its length. The blades of the whip dug into the soft tissue beneath and a bluish blood flowed. The warrior dug his heels into the soil exerting inhuman efforts to hold the beast back.
How it was suppose to take down such a living tank?
Holding the whip, the elite warrior aimed his shoulder cannon and fired into the beast's side, just behind the front legs where was the heart. His weapon was larger and more powerful than hers and the shots gaped bleeding holes at the line between the armored back and the soft belly. The bleeding itself came from deep within because the blue plasma burned and catheterized the tissues it passed through. The animal now turned toward him. As it turned its head she saw an opportunity. She aimed for the eye. The plasma fried the soft tissue, entering the beast's skull, which writhed in agony, making terrifying sounds that frightened the birds. And it died. As someone new as she was, this seemed too close.
The two approached, standing side by side. The warrior was breathing heavily from the effort of holding the beast back.
-" Good hunting !" -he growled loudly and contentedly. He released the whip and with a push of a button on the handle, the blades retracted and he wrapped it around his waist. She tore the shurikens from the tissue and placed them in their places on the armor on her thighs.
-" How do you get a skull like that as a trophy?" -she asked him as he freed his spear from the beast's neck.
-" It's not the skull ."- he replied and motioned for her to climb up to him.
It was easy to climb up, using the scales as support. When she was at him, he took out his huge knife and methodically freed a large horn scale, which separated from the layer below without a drop of blood.
- “A shield .”
She tilted her head to one side, like him when he didn't understand. - “For you.”
-“Have you made yourself a shield like this?”
He nodded.
- “For a short time. Some Yautja use it all the time.”
-“You know what would be good? A bow.”
He noted her idea in his mind. Another long-range weapon wouldn be usefull. It would come in handy today.
- “We need to head to the next shelter.”
-“Yes.”- she raised her head and looked at the sky.
As she followed him, she noticed deep scratches on his back as well as on his triceps and the back of his thigh. Rolling on the ground had left its marks on him.
He wore the scale and she- the skull from the day before.
- “Khar'tal.”
He looked at her.
- “The thing you used to engrave my mask with. What was it?”
He stopped and took the finger off his belt.
- “Part of a xenomorph. The greatest catch. And the most dangerous.”
-“It probably matters the most to you.”
- “Yes. The blood of the xenomorph is acid. Still is.”- he pointed to the main and largest symbol on his bionic mask.
They kept walking.
- “Do you meet them by chance and kill them or not?”
-“No. They are the main test to prove the young warrior. The most dangerous.”
-"You survived."- she said more to herself than to him.
- “Many don't survive.”
His words brought her back to reality.
- “Where will we spend the night?”
She looked around but there were no hills around where there might be another cave shelter.
- “You'll see soon.”
They came to a very small stream along which there were quite large rounded stones, carried by the incoming water. Leaning against a large tree, wrapped in vines, it was a metal container, rusty with separate round holes on the wide sides. On one side it was hollowed out.
The look of the container reminded her of the cage in which she had been lowered, along with other humans, to the hunting moon.
- “Have you dropped chalenges here?”
-“A long time ago.”
He saw her remove her mask, close her eyes and take a deep breath. She held it for a few seconds and then let it out abruptly. He didn't need a bionic mask to sense her distress. The warrior moved closer to her. She looked up at him.
-" The fall was...unpleasant."- She looked away. He put his large index finger under her chin and turned her head toward him.
- “You survived . “- proof of her adaptability.
- “It wouldn't have been long if you hadn't come."
-" Your courage brought you into my clan. I was sure we would never meet again."
She looked at him trying to read him through the mask. He rarely said anything like that. So he thought that after their encounter in the northern forest at the beginning of the year, they would never see each other again. She must have been just another person he had passed in his long life.
-" But you remembered me. " -she secretly hoped.
- “I remembered you .” - he nodded.
The sun was above the horizon and distant rumblings could be heard. He put his hand on her back and motioned her into the container.
-" It's not very wise to be in a metal box, under a tree, in the middle of a storm ."- She settled down on the floor next to him.
-" We'll be fine ." -He took off his mask and leaned it against him.
He gave her some fruit they had picked on the way. She was glad that she would not eat meat.
- “Yautja, do you eat only meat?”
-“Almost.”
-" I'll get sick if I eat only meat or the same food in general ." -she said and took a bite of the fragrant fruit.
The rumblings were getting closer and closer.
- “Are there any other yautjas at this time on the moon?”
-“It's possible.”
That didn't bother him. Some hunting moons were more popular than others. This one was one of the latter.
- “You fought well today.”
-“I'm trying to do what's necessary. To survive. To show you what I've learned.”
It started to rain outside and the rain gradually intensified. In places the container leaked. In the narrow space it was darker than the rocky shelter above. Lightning cut through the darkness and cast ominous shapeless shadows below. She squeezed into him, her knees drawn up to her chest. What wouldn't she give to stretch her back on a soft bed?! But she wasn't going to complain.
The warrior felt the warm pressure of her body against his. Another night of the jungle horrors he was subjecting her to. She had expressed her desire and agreement, yes, but it was up to him where he would take her. He wanted so much to bring her into his world, to make her know she could count on him, to make her want to stay with him that now she was curled up, trying to stay calm but her body was betraying her with a barely perceptible tremor.
He snorted angrily.
When she pulled back after his grunt, he growled to himself, angry that he had made her pull away.
The warrior pulled her back. He turned his back to the corner of the container, settling her easily like a doll between his legs, wrapping his arms around her.
She let him ...set her up as he saw fit. On a night like this and with him by her side, she didn't bother to play a hero.
-" Your wounds... "- she started. How had she forgotten he was wounded?
- “They are nothing.”- he replied
-" Let me take care of them in the morning. "- she insisted. -" In your culture, you have elevated strength, skill and honor to a pedestal. You are used to enduring pain and inconvenience. What was it like growing up in such an environment?"
-" Challenge. Training. No weakness ."- He leaned his head back otherwise he would have buried his face in her hair.
- “I guess I envy you. For some things.”- she sighed- “With humans, life is... too complicated, unnecessarily complicated with norms, standards, falsehood, hypocrisy and betrayal.”
There was a loud clap of thunder outside. She frowned.
Her body instinctively tightened.
- “You can stay with Yautja.”
She looked at him in the dark.
-“You don't need to fight.”
-“How so?”
-" As Shar'ika, not Yautja, you don't need to prove yourself any more than you do now."-He touched her marked cheek with his fingernail.
-“ If you stay with me, you will be perceived as my worthy partner .”
He relaxed again to speak. Were her ears hearing correctly in the midst of the fierce storm outside?
- “You mean I can be among your people and not be with you?”
-" Yes ..”-the thought of it made him angry, crazy? But he had to answer her honestly. As Shar'ika, she had the right to choose. He tried to hide his irritation. But she felt the tension in his muscles.
-“I can't imagine it.”-she said.
Her words silenced the irritated growl in his chest. They calmed him. In its place, a slight vibration crept in.
She rested her head on his chest. She wasn't as resilient as he was.
-" You told me ..."- she began, -" how many partners you have and how many children you have with them. And do they, the Yautja women, also have many partners or just one?"
- “They choose. Most settle on one partner.”
- “So there is a possibility that a Yautja man and woman can only have one partner?”
-“There is.” -he thought- “The goal is to reproduce the strongest.”
He said it like it was the most normal thing.
- “And you are like that.”
He growled. That was who he was. He had proven it long ago. He was expected to leave a great generation who would become excellent hunters and warriors.
She fell silent leaving him with unanswered questions in his head. What was her point?
He felt her dozing off. He leaned his head forward and smelled her hair. Humans had their own smell. She had her own smell. Clad in Yautja armor, steeped in the jungle, her scent became a unique combination that tickled his palate. His outer jaws twitched.
A distant rumble woke her. She felt a weight on the top of her head. He had allowed himself to doze off and his head was resting on hers. She didn't dare move, lest she wake him.
Shortly after a loud clap of thunder shook her awake and she felt his strong arms tighten around her.
-" My ears... "-she moaned.
He growled softly and throatily.
-“I'll take you out of here tomorrow.”
The elite warrior didn't want to keep her in those fearsome night storms any longer. There were other places to hunt. Other prey to teach her skills.
She turned her face to his armor-plated chest to shield her eyes from the bright glare of the lightning.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR'
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
He led her along barely visible paths. He showed her things. She was getting used to seeing the world through the thermal image of the bionic mask. It felt unexpectedly good on her head as if it had been made for her.
A few hours passed and he decided it was time for them to catch something together. It would be dark soon and they needed to get some food.
In a valley below them, they watched a small herd of small herbivores grazing peacefully in the low bushes.
-" How will you act?" -he asked her. After some training, his people let the young Yautja choose their own course of action based on what they had learned. But in this case, he wanted to know in advance because he didn't want her to get killed trying to catch prey.
-“ They are small because of their habitat. If they were bigger, they wouldn't be able to get through the bushes.” - she whispered to herself but her words were transmitted to him through the masks - “They have small horns again so they don't get caught. Their eyes have horizontal pupils and are located on the sides of the head - so they can see far back. That is, they watch for predators from behind.”
He grunted softly in agreement. Good and accurate observations.
-“ They're unlikely to expect an attack from above. “- she looked at the trees above the herd. - “They're ready to flee at the slightest noise. So there's no point in me getting to that tree and climbing down from above. “- she narrowed her eyes and bit her lip - “Something quiet and far away. The cannon won't work. A bow would be fine. I can't throw the spear at them. I'd bet on the shuriken. The prey is small, no matter what it cuts through, the animal is still going to die.”
She turned to him to see his reaction. While she lay on the ground, he knelt beside her. That way he could see her and the herd below.
A good choice for a start. He could easily use the spear even from that distance but it was impossible for her. He noted that she wasn't tempted to use the shoulder weapon. Not that he would let her do for such pray.
-" Do it." -was all he told her.
No advice, no criticism.
She wished he had said something but she would learn from her mistakes. She rose slowly and, as quietly as possible, she descended a few meters below where a tree grew perpendicular to the slope. She crouched at its base. The animals were almost below her. She could see their little hearts beating rapidly. She took the shuriken from her thigh armor and hooked it to the launcher on her right forearm that he had given her earlier. He had explained that the technique would help her compensate for her lack of strength.
She aimed at a young male circling a female. He was distracted by smelling her. Then she fired the shuriken and it flew forward with a sharp, low click. The animals heard the faint sound, jumped and ran but for her victim at that distance it was too late. The shuriken was moving impossibly fast and stuck in the animal's flank.
The herd disappeared with anxious cries into the forest and the wounded animal fell after one step. When fired, the shuriken was opening and the single-edged blades emerged along its circumference.
She waited until the surroundings quieted down. Apart from her victim, nothing else was visible below. She descended using the iron claws on her feet for traction on the slope. She looked back up but there was no sign of the warrior. Perhaps he was coming down another path towards her. She crouched down beside the corpse and pulled the blade from the still warm body. Blood dripped from the blades.
She heard a noise in the bushes behind her. She swung her shuriken in hand when a large dark body came barreling toward her with open toothy mouth and large claws. She didn't have time to flinch so she braced herself for the collision, placing the shuriken between her and the attacker. The beast's mass knocked them both to the ground. It bit her right shoulder, its teeth scraping against the metal. She had dropped the shuriken so she was now reaching for her Bad Blood knife. The beast tried to bite her again but she put her left hand under his chin, her iron claws digging into its skin. She pulled out the knife and drove it sideways into the beast's chest. It screamed in pain, jumped aside and after a brief, chaotic struggle, it collapsed dead.
She quickly stood up, scanning the surroundings. Her heart pounded in her ears. Where was Khar'tal? He would have been watching over her and there was no sign of him.
When something large and heavy landed a few feet away from her. The thermal scanner picked up a faint anomaly against the jungle background.
She raised the knife forward breathing heavily. Her bruised shoulder protested the movement.
After a few long moments the invisible presence revealed itself, shedding its disguise. It was the elite warrior.
All along he had been watching from afar, ready to step in if necessary. He had done well to go against his will to help her by leaving her to fend for herself.
-" You were here... "- she croaked.
He nodded.
- “You were testing me, weren't you?”
He nodded again.
- “You knew the beast was stalking me, right?”
-"You need to learn."-he replied.
He crouched down next to the predator and with one swing of the blade on his right forearm he cut off its head. He unhooked from his belt something like a vial that contained two fractions. When mixed, they transformed in acid under pressure. Then he sprayed the contents on the head. Skin, muscles and all sorts of tissue began to disintegrate and fall off. The brain came out last. In the end, a white, shiny, toothy skull is all that remained.
She knew that reality would be crueler than she had imagined. Hunting with him, defending herself.
-" Are you going to cut off their heads every time? " -she asked, slightly disgusted.
-" This is the first time you've killed this species." -he handed her the polished skull . -"You'll be the first to collect them."
She accepted it reluctantly.
He tied the four legs of the little antelope and lifted it up.
- “It's time for camp.”
She followed him through the forest to an opening in the bedrock, deeper than the previous time they had sought shelter.
-" Have you been here before ?"- she asked him when they settled in. It was empty inside, trampled and further in there was a bed of rocks raised above the floor.
- “Yes.“-he put the catch aside -“When I was very young I hunted here .”
-" You're taking me where I can handle it ."- she stated.
- “For now.”
- “You are very businesslike .” - He was not talkative,but after the catch and the attack he was especially sparing words.
-" Business? "- he didn't understand the meaning of the word.
-" I mean, "- she struggled to explain properly, -" did he get disappointed down there? That I didn't notice the predator sooner .” - She took off the mask.
- “No. “- he answered her briefly again - “You think well. You observe. You learn.”
The truth was completely the opposite. Watching her approach her prey, kill it, fight for her life, use her equipment and instincts, he all liked it, it excited him. He felt her more...closer. He was careful not to get too excited because then he wouldn't be able to stop himself from reaching out for her.
There were rumblings in the distance. She pricked up her ears.
- “Storm . There are storms here every night. Cruel and strong.”- he explained to her at the sight of her concerned expression.
- “Shall we light a fire? At least for the meat.”
- “We can do it .”
She was relieved. She wouldn't eat raw meat.
As they ate, the storm drew closer with each bite.
-" You know? "-she began, -" as a child I was afraid of the thunders, hiding under the covers. As I grew older, I began to like them and enjoy them from a safe distance."
-“Rain affects the cover. It weakens it.”
- “Speaking of which, when will I be able to use it?”
- “For a big catch .”
-“For a dangerous one. And for the small catch, it's not worth using it or does will show inexperience?”
-“Exactly.”
She walked toward the entrance of the shelter when the wind suddenly changed direction. Static electricity build up through the air, making her hair stand on end. She stepped back. Two strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her in just as a blinding flash of lightning flashed outside and at the same moment there was a clap of thunder so loud it made her ears ring.
He pulled her into the cave, wrapping his huge body around her, his arms around her. She pressed her hands to her ears and the thunder seemed to have no end. When it finally stopped shaking the ground with its power , she took her hands off her head.
-" I've never felt anything like this.”- she said breathlessly. -" You knew it would happen." -She turned between his arms to face him.
- “Yes. I learned to read the signs.”
Somewhere in the distance, another rumble was heard. Apparently the scale of the storm was enormous.
- “It's time for a break.” - he reluctantly let her go to turn off the fire - “Gather strength for tomorrow's hunt .” - He walked past her to the inside of the shelter and nodded towards the rock bed.
The warrior lay down, leaning against the inner rock, overlooking the entrance. He had no intention of falling completely asleep so he didn't need to get comfortable.
She sat next to him, staring out. The night was torn apart by intense lightning. There was another deafening roar, not like the one before, but she instinctively reached for her ears again. She felt a large hand on her back. She looked over her shoulder and she nodded gratefully. His touch reminded her that she was safe. With him. She slowly turned to one side and lay down, her head resting on his stomach. His skin there was noticeably smoother than the skin on his arms and legs.
He...didn't expect this. To use the remaining space to rest- yes, but not to lie on him. Her strangely soft hair caressed his skin. Her warm cheek imprinted itself on his skin. How could he make his body not react? He couldn't.
His calm, even breathing soothed her. The purring vibrations from his chest passed through her. She knew what those sounds meant.
Gradually, fatigue took over and she drifted off to sleep.
He sensed the change in her breathing. It became calm and shallower. He dared not move. In the darkness, his eyes could make out the silhouette of her body. Her curves were also softer than those of their females. Lying on her side, her waist and hips were even better defined, accentuated by the belt and the armor on her thighs. Nice little shapes.
At some point she woke up on her back, at an odd angle because of the base of the shoulder cannon. She felt a large hand on her stomach. It was tucked under the long armor that ran across her stomach. She didn't even think to remove it. It felt safe. It felt...good. She just shifted slightly and dozed off again.
The elite warrior felt the rising static. He knew what was coming. He stood up, her head sliding into his lap. She opened her eyes sleepily to see him bent over her.
-“Thunder is coming.”
Before his words could reach her brain, he placed his large hands over her ears just as the air split with lightning and thunder. She squeezed her eyes shut and placed her hands over his.
A whole, impossibly long minute. When she opened her eyes, his amber eyes greeted her.
-“How do you rest like that for the next hunt?”
-“Part of the test.”
She stood up and sat up. She had stiffened.
-‘Thanks for the moment ago.”
He nodded slightly.
After seeing how she reacted to the thunder, not out of fear but purely physically, he wasn't going to let her go through it again.
-" When will it be dawn?"- she unsuccessfully moved her bitten shoulder.
- “Soon. The storm will pass first.”
She sighed.
- “I want to ask you something .”
He looked at her expectantly.
- “How old are you?”
-“263.”
She blinked in surprise.
- “Um, do you know that humans rarely reach 90 and then we are old and sick?”
- “Yes.”
-“And that doesn't bother you? To me, I mean. I'm almost 40. “
She had to clarify these uncomfortable details.
-“I don't mind.”
The warrior had gotten to know the humans, her, enough to discern some concern, uncertainty in the tone of her words.
-" Give me your mask." -He held out his hand to her.
She put it in it.
He unhooked a small trophy from his belt, something like a finger. She watched as with the back end of it, he engraved on the cheekbone of her bionic mask the symbols he had previously carved into her skin with a blade. Out of habit, she placed her hand on her cheek and felt the lines with her fingers.
-" Anyone who sees you, Yautja, will know that you are blooded."- he explained as he engraved. Then he continued across the forehead of the mask. She didn't recognize the symbols.
- “Shar'ika-yours among strangers. Every Yautja will know your title.”
The elite warrior lifted the mask to the side to her face, as if comparing the transcription of the symbols. He grunted in satisfaction.
- “Will the Yautja accept me?”
-“Some Yes, some No. They will not stand against the Elder and me.”
She took the mask from his hand, staring at the metal face looking at her with a dark gaze.
- “I will be by your side. On every hunt.”
His words stirred her. She felt that itchy feeling in her hands again. Without another word, she reached forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. Again.
This time the warrior reacted...faster, more...definitely. He wrapped his broad arms around her waist and effortlessly pulled her into his lap. He wanted to believe that his different appearance didn't matter to the little huntress.
She was slightly surprised, he had never done this before. In a instant she found herself in his lap with alien hands on her waist.
It was dawn outside and she could make out more details on his face. She ran her fingers along the edge of his forehead, where there were bony ridges that gave him the appearance of a dragon. Then she traced the strong arch of his eyes. The Yautja's eyes were in the shadow of those arches, making his amber color stand out even more.
The warrior let her explore ...his face inch by inch. He liked seeing her curious and open to exploring without being embarrassed. Her shamelessly light touch on the new scar on his eyebrow and cheekbone. His hands ...wanted to press her, to feel better her skin. While she slept, he had dozed off and, willingly or not,he had inserted his palm under her abdominal armor. He felf how soft her belly was. He wanted to sink his nails into that softness.
She placed the tip of her index finger on the lower tooth of his outer jaws. It was very sharp.
-" How strong are those jaws?" -she whispered against his face, her breath caressing his skin. He growled.
-" I could break your arm ." -He slid one of his palms up her back.
- “Hmm...I believe you.”- she started drawing circles with the tip of his tooth on the pad of her index finger.
The storm had almost died down. Something behind them cracked. Their eyes met. She froze in his lap, trying to localize the noise. She felt the body of the warrior tighten beneath her like a coiled spring. She heard no other sound but something told her they were not alone.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
A wave of enthusiasm washed over her. And concern, too.
- “Are you really going to take me with you?”
-" I'll take you to train ."- he said matter-of-factly. Wherever he went, the prey he was stalking was beyond her capabilities.
- “Okay. Where are we going? Warm, cold? I want to know what clothes I'll need.” - in her head she was already making a list of what she needed.
-" None."- he said, standing up, almost reaching the ceiling.
She looked at him questioningly.
-" You can't hunt like that ."- He looked her up and down.
Behind his bright amber gaze, something more was read besides the seriousness of the upcoming hunt.
-"Okay, Handsome. Let's see what you mean ."- She chuckled.
They waited a while for the fire to burn down then they left the house. The stealth jet was waiting for them, parked behind the house, under a fruit tree. As she rode behind him, the cold bit her cheeks and pierced through her thick clothes. She pressed herself against his back, protecting herself from the wind. She was amazed that he didn't even shiver in these temperatures. How was he not cold or was he just holding on stoically?
He liked riding together. She pressed herself into him every time, trying hard to wrap her arms around his waist but he was too wide. She had put on several layers of clothing but they were no match for the technology and durability of the Yautja. He would take care of that.
The cloaked ship was landed in the low ground between two neighboring hills. The place was generally flat and deserted. The night was clear and dark and countless stars twinkled in the sky.
It was pleasantly warm inside his ship, enough to make her quickly undress. He led her through familiar corridors. First they entered the cockpit where changes had been made. At one end, toward the front door, a new seat had been installed. Another seat. Her heart pounded.
He motioned for her to sit there.
Had he put it on for her?
He showed her how to put on her seat belt. And this seat was like a combination of metal and something alive, the buckle was like a metal casting of something that had been alive before.
He took his seat. He entered commands into the panels along his station. The ship came to life, the engines fired and soon the ship was airborne, flying forward and upward. She could feel the acceleration in her belly. The few times she had flown gave some modest basis for comparison. This metal bird took off quickly, easily and accelerated like crazy. The views changed rapidly until the blue curve of the Earth filled the window and beyond it was the black space. As they moved away the warrior engaged the autopilot.
They went to his room. The situation was the same when they went further inside.
He pressed some buttons on the panel on his forearm and a panel opened from the wall and popped out. On it -pieces of armor were stacked. They were similar to his own, only much smaller.
Her heart raced again. It was really happening, she was really going to put on armor and weapons and go hunting with him. Suddenly it seemed like a dream come true.
-" Are they for me? " -she needed to hear it from him.
-" Yes ."- he replied then he pressed a few more buttons and another panel opened up ahead with all sorts of small versions of some of his weapons.
Her excitement grew and it was written on her face. He was pleased with her reaction, her pure joy at the sight of the armor and weapons of his kind. Usually, adolescents wore armor of a similar size and he had to look to the craftsmen who made them. Some modifications had to be made.
She reached out and took the mask, placing it up to the warrior's head.
-" They look like children's to me. "- she said with a smile.
- “They are.”- came the short direct answer. - “There is more.”- he nodded towards his nest. There, on the furs, it was a mesh like his, but smaller.
-" You managed to find all this for me despite the hunt and your wounds ?!" -she murmured with gratitude.
He nodded.
An emotion surged within her, a desire that made her palms itch. A moment of hesitation that she pushed back. She advanced toward him, rising on tiptoe, threw herself forward and embraced him, wrapping her arms around his neck, clinging to him.
At first he didn't move, just left her there, enduring her weight. But then he remembered the different human manners they used to express their emotions. And he liked what she did. To feel her in different ways. He could hear her quickening pulse. Her warmth on his neck, his shoulders, his chest. His body responded before his mind and a low-pitched sound spread through his chest, like the purring of a huge cat, passing into her body. Hesitantly, he placed his hands on her waist. If he didn't control himself, he would snap her in two.
-" You're learning my manners ."- she said softly in his ear.
Her breath tickled the sensitive skin of his dreadlocks.
She relaxed back onto her feet.
He reluctantly pulled his hands away from her waist, letting out a small growl of displeasure. Somehow she wasn't terrified by the thought of his strong hands on her, despite the sharp, strong nails capable of digging into stones.
-“ Okay.. .”- she cleared her throat- “Well , let's see how this goes.”
When she lifted the mesh, she saw that it was made of two parts - a bottom and a top, which were attached to each other by means of very small hooks.
She pushed her outerwear aside, took off her polo shirt and kicked off her boots.
The warrior stood there, watching her quietly with no intention of leaving.
-" I guess the Yautja really have no concept of personal space, huh?" -she looked at him over her shoulder.
He looked at her sideways like "what the hell is this?"
-" Well, I'll need instructions for most things anyway ."- She chuckled to herself.
The Yautja had a different view of nudity. It was something...ordinary. Especially when you live on a warm planet with jungles and deserts. However, looking at her was different from looking at their females with their muscular bodies and characteristic skin. They saw themselves naked mostly when the females were in heat and mating season was coming.
She turned to the nest of furs. She would do him the honor of looking at her back. She stayed in her bikini. She slipped on the mesh bottoms without sticking her fingers in any holes. She had some problems with the top but eventually she managed to put it on.
He watched from behind as she carefully pulled the mesh over herself, its dark weave was contrasting with her fair skin. As she fastened the two pieces together, he took the upper part of the armor.
When she finished struggling with the little hooks she heard him stand behind her. Before she turned around:
-" Put your hands back. "- he told her.
He slid the top over her shoulders and let it go. She felt it steady but also surprisingly light. She turned to him.
- “Still, you respected some of my...personal space.”- she looked down at herself.
He growled but didn't answer. She was practically naked under the net. Her armor was covering her breasts. The elite warrior had been to Earth enough times, he had seen different peoples and he knew that very few of their females had their breasts exposed. But he was still a man. If he had been younger with raging blood and boiling hormones, he would hardly have been able to hold back.
The top had long side panels that covered the chest on the sides. He handed her another piece that went over her head. It was long and reached to the middle of her thighs. It was made of several layers of fabric, gathering towards the middle. Now the two parts of the top fastened together with straps and hidden buckles.
On her feet she slipped on something between a thick-soled sandal and a boot, something like the modern summer boots with holes in the toes and heels. Over these boots were placed several layers of overlapping shin guards that fastened at the back of the calf. On the feet she slipped on additional metal armors, with three serrated blades above the toes. On her knees she put knee pads, lined with leather. On her forearms she put leather armbands, with built-in overlapping metal plates on the outside of the hand, on which there were rail grooves along the entire length. On her hands she put fingerless gloves, with reinforcement above the knuckles. Metal spikes on the right palm and an additional glove for the left, with hollow metal claws to insert her fingers into. The belt was thick and sturdy, with various pockets and hooks on it for all kinds of weapons and accessories. The shoulders were protected by pauldrons, again in the same style, hanging from the arms of the armor. The left pauldron was more massive than the right, more voluminous and reached almost to her elbow. As she crossed her shoulders and felt the weight, she noticed that the armor on the left was much more massive and had some holes in it. He gave her a choker-like necklace to put on, made of leather and metal rings, which closed in the back.
He showed her how and where to insert the trophy knife and the Bad Blood knife into her belt. He also gave her a shuriken that was attached to the thigh armor, where there were special groove for it.
And finally...
The more she equipped herself the more she looked like a Yautja. A small huntress from Earth. The more he was decking her out with armor and weapons, the more a little voice in the corner of his mind made him want to take them off. He stubbornly suppressed that little voice. She had not yet told him or shown him a definite decision.
And finally... The Mask.
He handed it to her and she carefully took it with both hands. Mimicking the movements she had seen him make, she slowly brought the bionic mask closer to her face. Her skull had defferent shape and she wasn't sure how she would secure it. But he had thought of that. Always prepared.
A major modification that he had insisted on to the blacksmith. Where the jaw fell, there was a strap that prevented the mask from lifting up. At the temples, a strap with an elastic part came out, which went along the back of the head. In her case, under the pony tail.
She made a few sharp movements with her head and the bionic mask did not move. It felt massive. When it fitted snugly to her face, the mask came to life. Countless indications of time, temperature, location, her vital signs popped up on the viewfinder. The world sank into a thermal image. She looked at the warrior and saw him in different shades. His dreadlocks were cooler, along with the tips of his fingers. She was stunned.
While she marveled at her new vision, he enjoyed the view. He liked everything and the sounds that came from his throat and chest gave him away.
From the third compartment, the warrior took out the two parts of the shoulder cannon - the one that was placed on the armor - the base and the cannon itself.
There was no way she could set it up herself. The elite warrior took the base and placed it with a clicking sound as the part locked into the armor. She felt the imbalance of weight in the two halves of her body. Then the warrior inserted the handle of the weapon itself into the hole in the base intended for it. Once the connection was made, the cannon folded back and down into a compact position.
Yautja walked in front of her and showed her which cable connected where - a mask with a weapon base and armor there too.
When all the hoses were connected, the bionic mask began to display other indications, showing the new system in readiness.
The feeling of each piece of armor or weapon was great. She couldn't imagine how it would feel for a Yautja who had the physique and skills to use all of this to the limit of their capabilities.
He could already imagine her waiting in ambush, taking advantage of her small body.
Finally he handed her a long, thin metal spear. He showed her where to press to make it contract and then release it again. She had left her horn spear in her apartment. She couldn't just walk around the town with a spear in her hand.
Through the window she saw that the small moon they had landed on was covered in dense jungle. Her memories took her back to those few terrible days on the hunting moon from which he had rescued her.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
October and November passed. December came and people followed the rhythm of crazy shopping in the stores like a flock of sheep. It was always the same. As if the holidays came with the end of the world. As if the holidays were the only time to party.
Almost two months had passed since their last meeting. Her mind often wandered between hopeful anticipation and hoping for a surprise, to self-destructive thoughts that he had come to his senses and no longer cared or that he had simply died.
Her job was boring and her colleagues were mediocre but she had the luxury of taking a lot of days off during the holidays.
December advanced. Christmas was approaching. She returned to her hometown to the family house. The warmth of the fireplace chased away the winter cold. The comforts and warmth of a city apartment were gone but there was something comforting in the crackling of the wood and the soft light of the fire. It was quieter than the city and the nights were darker.
She went out one last time before it got completely dark to get some firewood ready for the evening and the morning. Back in the yard, where the old garage and sheds were, there was no light but she found her way out of habit. She had been sorting wood earlier in the day and splitted a small pile with her old axe. She was definitely not in shape.
She carried a crate of wood to the entrance of the house. On the way back for another crate, at the threshold of the shed her senses alerted her. The place was the same, and also different. She looked around. She could barely make out the piles of logs anymore.
-" Show yourself !" -she ordered the darkness. She hoped she wasn't talking to herself and her paranoia. She could feel the pulse in her neck.
It wasn't her paranoia. Three familiar laser dots locked onto her chest. Her heart skipped a beat.
-" Did I mention I want gadgets like that? "- she chuckled.
In the silence of the shed, she heard contented growls and clicking.
A familiar large Yautja figure materialized out of nowhere. The effect was enhanced by the characteristic blue glow along the edges of the concealment field.
-" Welcome !"- she greeted him in a purely human manner.
He bowed his head slightly in response.
- “Come on . “- she nodded - “You don't look like a yautja who spends his time in the cold.”
He followed her to the front door where he had to bend down. He barely fit into the small hallway. The next door was low again. She barely concealed her amusement. She hurried to lower the blinds.
- “We don't want to attract the eyes of curious neighbors, right?”
The room was warm and cozy. He liked the soft light from the fire in the fireplace. He stood in the middle of the room like a statue. Absorbing the unfamiliar smells of this dwelling. At the same time old, but clean and her scent.
-" For you. " -he said, extending his hand forward. Always straightforward.
-" What do you bring me?"- she went to him. In his massive palm he held a blade, perhaps a knife for him but a sword for her. Double-edged, with smooth blades and with a horn handle. And symbols engraved on the blade.
- “I know this writing!” - she gasped -“ These are Egyptian symbols, this is from Earth and... old, very old. How?”
-"Bad blood ."- he said, pronouncing the word with bitterness. -"Fresh trophy ."
-" Is it from the Bad blood?"- she pointed to a fresh scar on his forearm.
He nodded.
She looked him over and she saw more scars on his stomach where he wasn't protected by armor. She frowned. She took the sword from him and pulled his hand toward her under the lamp.
- “They are recent .” - she looked at him sideways.
He nodded.
She snorted loudly.
-" Sit down and wait for me ."- she pointed to a solid wood kitchen chair.
He tilted his head in confusion, his dreadlocks moved, but he did it.
She left the room and returned a moment later with a box in her hands. She placed it on the table next to them. He had taken off his mask and left it on the table as well. She opened the box, took out various ointments and when she raised her head to look at him, she frowned.
- “Your face!” - there she saw a scar starting from the end of his eyebrow, passing under the eye along the cheekbone. - “You could have lost your eye?!” - she turned his head to one side and came closer to take a better look.
The feel of the tips of her little fingers on his jaw was...so light, careful, unnatural for someone like him.
She looked at the other scars,she touched them. They were rough and thick, strange, not just like a closed wound when the skin has stuck together.
He let her satisfy her curiosity.
- “Why do they look like that?”
-" This is how we stop the bleeding. "- He unhooked a small metal bottle from his belt.
She reached for the container but he grabbed her wrist.
- “You'll get burned.”
- “Is that how you stop the bleeding? Do you burn, catheterize the wounds?”
He nodded.
- “But this is so painful!”
-" Always."- he growled at the memory of the feeling -"But it's effective ."
-" What happened?"-she took out a tube of ointment from the box.
-" I was hunting for Bad Blood ."- As if that explained everything and should have been enough.
She put a little of the ointment on the tip of her index finger.
-" Go on. "- she urged him.
- “Five. They were not weak. But they had no honor. It was my duty to kill them. I accomplished the mission. “-he straightened his shoulders proudly. The small trophies on him jingled.
- “Is the sword of one of them? From the Bad Blood ?”
He nodded.
- “From the strongest. For you.”
-" I will keep it and wear it with honor ."- The words came naturally to her.
He was pleased.
She smeared the scar on his hand.
Then she knelt down in front of him and smeared the ointment on his stomach. She had to lift the mesh that covered his entire body, even under his armor. She didn't think to ask permission.
Yautja didn't have a tickle. They didn't feel anything close to that. But her touch on his stomach, the light pats on the edge of the scar... amazingly new and affecting.
She squeezed out more ointment and reached for his thigh where the scar was particularly thick. The end of the scar was not visible because it ended under the side armor of his thigh.
She was almost done there when the light clicks of the warrior mingled with a vibrating sound she felt on the skin of his leg.
No one had ever touched him like that. Not even his mother and their female partners were incapable of such tenderness. Yautja children were supposed to be tough from a very young age. His body only responded to her touch.
- “I guess in your culture such an attitude is not common.”
- “Not at all .”
- “Is it embarrassing to ask for help ?”
- “Not exactly, but we don't want help.”
- “Do you take care of each other like that?”
- “No. We treat our own wounds.”
- “There is no shame in asking for help when you know when to do it, or who to turn to. And it is noble to help when you do it without ulterior motives .”
-" Ulterior motives? "- he tilted his head in confusion.
-" It means doing it so you can get something in return. "- she explained.
She grabbed his chin, specifically his lower outer jaw and turned his head to one side. In her opinion, the outer jaw of a Yautja was their most alien part.
-" What do you want?" -he asked. He knew she had no "ulterior motives," he just knew it.
- “You to feel better .”
She smeared the scar on his face. The first few times she had touched him out of necessity or by accident, his skin had felt somehow... like a reptile's and something else but now it felt normal, just different from her own. In places it was softer, in others rougher and more embossed. In places it was darker in its brown-black color.
He didn't expect that answer but he liked it. He felt better.
She cared for him in a way his mother had not. Yautja mothers were fierce protectors of their children, their coaches but they were harsh parents. Fathers too.
She put the ointment back in the box.
-"How is it now?" -she pointed to the scar on his hand.
He moved his hand and straightened his back.
-“It does stretch better.”
- “See?!”- she raised an eyebrow, smiling - “A little care is not excessive.”
She took the blade from the table, sat down next to the warrior and began examining it.
-" Bad blood ." -she muttered to herself. -" Like those we met in the northern forest?"
- “The first - Primitive Yautja. Related to my species. A breakaway. The second - my last son.”
She almost dropped the knife.
-" Son! "- she exclaimed. -" Did I killed your son?"- her mind spun. Her heart skipped a beat.
The warrior saw the panic written on her face. Humans viewed murder differently. He immediately guessed that she must have been horrified by what she had done and he hurried to explain.
- “He betrayed his kind, he betrayed me. He disgraced himself and me.”
-" You were going to kill him anyway!"- she tied the thread.
He nodded.
- “You did it before me. I owe you for that.”
She blinked in confusion.
-“You took the stain of shame from me.”
She leaned back noisily.
-" Your blood..."- she muttered with her eyes closed. -" He shot you in the back, didn't he?"
- “Yes. The only way he could kill me later.”
The memories of that night weren't faded.
-"I'm glad he didn't make it ."- she admitted.
Then another question tickled the tip of her tongue.
-" How many children do you have?" - maybe it wasn't her business. Or maybe it was, since he was wooing her with his hunting skills.
-“32 .”
She jumped out of her chair. He said it like it was the most normal thing.
-" What kind of woman gives birth to so many children?"- her mind couldn't imagine.
-“Not one. “
Ahaaa. Things were getting clearer. Apparently Beauty had more than one partner. Her curiosity was growing. She got up to put more wood in the fireplace.
- “How many partners do you have ?”
-“9 .”
She almost dropped a log on her foot. What a different culture the Yautja were!
-" Surely the females would kill for an elite warrior like you ?"- she felt irritated. He was answering her so...carelessly. This was standard practice among them and his answers were short and clear.
- “No. They choose us. An unproven young warrior, even with a desire to breed, will not be chosen.”
-“Yes...your proving of skills.”
She herself couldn't imagine sharing. Not only because of the human culture but also because of her character - what's mine is mine.
-" I...I have to ask. " -She stood before him . -"Your son's betrayal...does it have anything to do with your desire to court me- a different species and not some female Yautja or one of your other partners?"
- “No. “-short and clear- “Your skills and will.”
She was pleased with his answer.
-" Okay ."-She took his hand.
Every time he was with her, the elite warrior was learning more about human behavior, about her behavior. Humans touched and showed closeness unlike his people. So he ...squeezed her hand in return.
She turned her head towards their clasped hands, slightly surprised. She didn't expect him to respond.
-" Let's go hunting."- He turned the subject 180 degrees.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior · Part 14
KHAR'
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
The elite warrior entered her quarters through a door on one of the terraces. He had been lurking, watching, studying her behavior when she was in her own environment. When Shar'ika emerged from the place with the running water, the heat had intensified her scent. The entire quarters were filled with it. Then her communication device alerted her and she began to speak to someone. What she heard confirmed his opinion of her, of her proper name, of her place among his people. Her words of strength and stability that she sought got under his skin and he barely suppressed the purring sound that rose in his chest.
*** *** ***
Whoever had entered her home, didn't he intend to reveal himself by now?!
She heard approaching footsteps on the tiled floor before the yautja had even appeared. For some reason he didn’t bother to hide his exact location in the room. She could already feel the presence very close. She carefully lifted her feet off the desk and pushed the bottle aside. When she was home she was keeping the knife on the nightstand next to her head.
- “Show yourself. “-she threw her cards on the table.
Then the concealing cover began to break up into jagged fields with flashing blue edges as a familiar elite warrior stood before her in all his imposing stature.
-" Khar'tal ." -Her eyes widened. She stood up from the chair.
Deep down, she wanted to believe that they would see each other again, but she couldn't imagine how it would happen.
She was still pronouncing his name well. He bowed his head slightly in a sign of respect.
All the memories and emotions from before came back. Her hands itched to... Hug him? For what exactly? To touch him? She hesitated. She didn't know what was acceptable among the Yautja and what wasn't.
-" You're here. "- she said even though many more things wanted to come out.
And then she realized that he had been in her apartment the whole time and she got angry. She quickly put the translation device to her ear.
-" Since when have you been here ?"- she insisted.
-" You were under the water." -he said calmly and nodded toward the bathroom.
So he watched her get dressed and heard what she said... A bright warmth rose within her.
The warrior saw her temperature rising, especially in her cheekbones. He unhooked and took off his mask, wanting to see her with his own eyes. Now he noticed how a blush was spreading across her cheeks, her eyes were bright and her fists were clenched. What had angered her?
-" You should have revealed yourself earlier, Khar’tal."- she told him and waved a finger.
-" Why?"- he was curious.
-" You haven't heard of personal space, have you?" -she sighed, softening as quickly as she get angry.
Human ideas sometimes were confusing him. He looked at her sideways, shaking his dreadlocks.
-" Come on ." -the warrior told her and he went to the terrace door.
To her surprise, it wasn't broken. How the hell had he get inside?
The warrior motioned for her to pass in front of him.
She opened the door and to her left she saw a pile of objects covered in woven fabric, very similar to his asymmetrical cloak from before. She looked at him questioningly and he nodded to her at the pile. She lifted the cover and beneath it there were two three-foot skulls, elongated in shape, with straight teeth, small pits on the sides of the upper jaw and each with a large, thick horn coming out of the forehead and curving back where the neck should have been. They had been stripped of all tissues until they became white. She was sure they were his catch, but were they gifts?
-" For me? "- she asked, pointing at herself.
-" My catch. A trophy for you ." -He puffed out his chest proudly and bowed his head slightly.
She wasn't expecting any gifts. And if she was, she had no idea what they might be. Why?
A cool breeze blew, brushing the bare skin of her legs, making her shiver. She remembered that she was not dressed appropriately for the outdoors.
-" Let's get them inside ."- she told him. She took the blanket in her arms and stepped back to make room for him. She didn't think she could lift them.
He was so broad in the shoulders that he had to step slightly to one side. He easily lifted the skulls with one hand, gripping them by the horns. Getting into the room was harder with the trophies. She didn't think to go in before him, to give him more space. So when he tried to return into the room, he pushed her against the balcony railing. For a moment she thought she was going to fall. Instinctively she reached out to grab him, grabbing his belt, which was laden with weapons, leather, metal, small trophies. He stepped toward her, pulled by her weight, pinning her between him and the railing. Her upper body hung slightly over the railing. Horrified, she looked over her shoulder at the sidewalk far below her. She swallowed in horror. It seemed like she had been hanging like that for an eternity, desperately clutching her warrior’s belt, but it had only been a moment.
The reflexes of the warrior were activated. The second she grabbed him and pulled, he dropped one skull, grabbing her with his broad palm across the waist.
She stared at him wide-eyed, clutching his belt tightly. He snapped his mandibles and turned his head. The warrior thought that if he had pressed her any harder, he would have brake her in two. On the other hand, if she had been terrified of him, she would hardly have reached out and grabbed him. Except on the jet two months ago, when she had put her arm around his waist and felt her body against his skin for the first time, he had never pressed himself so close to her before. Even through her clothing, he could feel her warmth. Her bare thighs were pressed against his. Most of the Yautja's thighs were exposed, except for the characteristic mesh that covered all their skin and the places where they were covered in armor. It was...soft. And freezing.
The elite warrior came to himself. He put his arm behind her back, stepped back, pulling her towards him until she was steady on her feet and away from the railing.
They stared at each other for a few moments. The dim streetlight reached the lower floors, but his amber eyes were still bright and saturated. She could feel his broad hand on her waist through the soft fabric of her anorak. He could probably rip it apart with one pull. She could feel the vibration from his chest. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped, realizing she was still holding his belt. She slowly pulled her hand away and pointed toward the door.
- “I'll go first.”
With an imitation of acrobatic leaps, she stepped over the large horned skull that had been dropped right on the doorstep.
Once inside, she turned around, grabbed the horn and tried to pull it out using the inner mat as a slider.
Still outside, her body heat was replaced by the caress of the cold air. He found himself fascinated by her efforts to move the skull. She must have been impressed by the weight of the animal that had carried it while it was alive. He lifted the other skull and stepped inside. She hurry to closed the door behind him.
-" What kind of beast did you bring down?"- she exclaimed, straightening her back after the pull.
-" Big." -He was already puffing up.
-" Tell me something I don't know."-She pouted and then...
-" Wait a minute !"-she shouted.-" How do you understand me without your mask?" she got angry at herself for taking so long to realise it.
He patted the right side of his head, where his ear must have been.
- “Trickster.”- she crossed her arms.
She wanted to put the heavy bones in a good place so he wont be offended.
If she put them on a cabinet above, she was afraid they might fall with it.
She looked around, biting her lip.
-" Khar'tal, give one skull here ." -She pointed to the space under her desk.
To her amusement, he performed obediently.
-" The other one...here ."- she pointed to the kitchen table. She didn't use it anyway. She was eating at the desk or in the bed.
Everything was in place.
The elite yauja didn't mind doing whatever he was told. In his world, there was only one who could give him orders - the Elder. As an elite warrior, he was above the lesser, the weak and the experienced and inexperienced hunters. Look the women... The inner circle of his species was led by a matriarchy, usually the half of the Elder. And when it came to choosing a partner -the women were chooisng, not the men. That's why their word was listened to.
Everything he had done for Shar'ika since their first meeting had been dictated by an instinct he had followed.
She sighed. She walked forward and sat on the threshold-step that separated the kitchen and dining room from the bedroom and bathroom. She gestured for him to sit next to her.
He sat down next to her.
-" Explain to me ."- she said, more seriously.
He knew what she wanted. Ever since their meeting with the Elder. He had promised her answers. He needed to explain some things about his culture to her.
-"I'm bringing you fresh hunting trophies ."- He pointed with a clawed index finger at the skull on the kitchen table. -" There will be more."
-“ Is this to impress me?”
He thought about it. Their females were not...impressed, but rather confident in the Yautja's skills.
- “Yes.”- he nodded.
-"I'm impressed. Since the first time I saw you . "- She stretched her legs forward and leaned back on her hands.
He looked at her for a moment.
She read his surprise.
- “It's hard for me to imagine anyone stronger and more skilled than you. Not that I know of any others.” -she stood up-“ That's right! How you twisted that ugly guy's neck.” -she imitated the grip. She cheered him up.-“ But you don't kill indiscriminately. You radiate strength and balance.”
He was amazed by her every word.
-"Brute force is nothing if you don't control it and use it properly. That's what I think ." -She shrugged.
There were Yautja of his kind who didn't think so. They killed everything and everyone, in all sorts of ways, even shameful ones. They were enemies.
-" I was reckless when I was young ." -he said, bowing his head.
- “Most of us have been. When you're young, you think you're immortal.” -she was silent for a moment. -“Let's get back to the question. Why do you want to impress me?” -she looked at him sideways.
- “You are Shar'ika, yours among strangers, yours among us, yours ... for me. I must show you my merits so that you will choose me.”
That was the longest statement she had ever heard him make. Did he really mean that?
- “For ...a partner ?”
He growled approvingly.
She was surprised and not that much. Why else would he bother to save her, to visit her. To bring her trophies. But she was the weak one, the fragile one.
-" What are your women like ?"- curiosity jumped out of her tongue.
- “Strong, agile, influential.”
She could picture them, tall and muscular, athletic with thinner dreadlocks.
-" I'm not like them. I'm human ." -she jumped up and stood in front of him, spreading her arms in her big anorak. -" Look at me! I'm... soft, weak, not built the same way. And you're big, strong, hard. I can't imagine what could beat you."
-" I see you ." -he said softly. -" Little hunteress. Shar'ika. You must choose the best for you. "- He bowed his head before her.
Then the thought dawned on her.
-" You want to be that one ." -she almost whispered.
He nodded. He looked at her intensely with his amber eyes.
-" There's time. "- he said. -" I'm not done with the courtship."
-“Courting?”
He pointed to the skull on the table behind her.
- “You hunt large, difficult prey, which you bring to me as proof of your strength and skill.”
He growled and clicked contentedly. She tied things up.
- “But I don't want you to risk your life for me .” - She walked up to him. - “What if something happens to you?”
The warrior felt mixed feelings. He stood up noisily with his heavy armor and numerous ornate trophies. He towered over her, blocking the light of the desk lamp.
-" Don't doubt me ." -He punched his chest hard. His dreadlocks shook.
She felt herself shrinking.
-" I don't doubt you. "- She shook her head. -"Worrying about someone doesn't mean you doubt it."
And boom!
Silence.
The two of them stood staring at each other.
She realized what she said.
He understood.
-" I don't want you to get hurt."- she repeated . -"Not just because of me, but in general." -She pulled back, nervously pulling her anorak down. She suddenly felt too naked. Her cheeks were red again.
- “I heard what you said .” - he followed her.
Of course he had heard it all. Another fruitless conversation about men. He must have resembled the type she was describing.
- “You're right. Weak men don't deserve strong women.”
She could feel the edge of the table behind her. There was nowhere else to pull herself away.
- “You think I'm strong?”
-" Yes!" -he said, straightening his broad shoulders.
She looked down, considering. She bit her lip.
-“I can become stronger!” -she abruptly raised her head and looked at him- “With your help.” -then she withdrew into herself again- “If you want you can...show me.”
The warrior was pleasantly surprised by her desire. Only a self-confident fool would have thought that there was nothing more to improve, nothing more to learn. With guidance and practice she could be a successful hunter—to use cunning and tactics where strength was not enough.
His chest vibrated noisily on its own with a soft, throaty growl. He was ready to begin.
-"Shar'ika.”
She looked up.
- “A little hunteress.”
She tilted her head in confusion.
- “It will happen.”
Gradually her expression changed. It lit up. A smile spread across her lips. The warrior couldn't imagine Yautja expressing their emotions so vividly.
The joy of his consent made her impulsively reach out and place her hand on his strong shoulder. Without meaning to, she pressed one of his dreadlocks between her hand and his shoulder. The thing felt soft and fleshy. As it looked.
The Yautja's dreadlocks were very sensitive, like a sensitive organ. They could bring pain and they could bring pleasure. From the slightest accidental touch, the breath of the warrior was cut off. Usually their females touched them when they were mating.
She saw Khar'tal's breath catch in his throat and... freeze. It was as if someone had hit the Pause button. She pulled her hand away.
-"I am Sorry. " -She thought she had caused him some discomfort. Something like Samson and his hair carrying his strength.
And again, in the same way, as if someone had pressed the Play button. He shook his head as if shaking off something.
Even when they mated their women were...rough and intense. Sometimes they would squeeze the men's dreadlocks so tightly that they caused him not only pleasure but also pain. Her touch was accidental and light, but he was convinced that she was capable of both tenderness and strength. For that brief moment electricity ran through his body.
He reached out and took her hand by the wrist—soft, pale skin with short nails. More than half the size of his.
They were like Tarzan and Jane. Seeing another person for the first time and studying each other. She relaxed. She spread his palm with both hands, running her fingers along his palm. Then she placed the pad of her thumb on the dark nail of his index finger. She tasted it lightly to see how sharp it was.
He kept making his characteristic clicking sounds and he watched curiously.
Then the panel on his left hand activated, alerting him. He was always alert but for a few precious seconds he had immersed himself in the sensation of her little fingers. And for a second his body responded by tightening so that the twitch of his hand drove the tip of his nail into the pad of her thumb.
She hissed and pulled her hand away, then sucked on the stung spot. He growled loudly and displeasedly—for the interruption, for hurting her.
-" Everything is fine ."- she said quickly. -" Nothing to worry about."
But he kept grunting. The panel beeped again.
Clicking his mandibles nervously he checked the incoming information. He had to go.
He turned to her with a grunt. His dreadlocks followed his movements. Behind his gaze she read various emotions—hesitation, deliberation, reluctance, anger.
And then it dawned on her. The idea should have come sooner.
-" Wait !"- she perked up and waved for him to stand.
He had given her several things so far- the ritual knife, the small trophies, then those big skulls. And she hadn't returned the gesture. He hardly wanted to, but she felt the need to.
He watched her as she took something from a small box, then pulled some string from a drawer.
-“Give me a minute.”- she hoped there would be that much.
After two she was ready. She stood in front of him on the top step.
-“Come here.”.
The warrior stood before her. She raised her hand with a leather strap, from which hung a small metal object with an interesting shape. Round, gray, with successively increasing ridges. Like a strongly curved nail.
-"This is my favorite silver ring. I like how it looks like a metallic, living form. Like a claw. It would go well with a Yautja with your metallic, but living armor."
She reached up, rising on her tiptoes. After a moment's hesitation, she ran her hands around his neck and through his dreadlocks, standing very close to him.
As she tried to tie the leather strap securely, her face was at the base of his neck. He could feel her warm breath on his skin. Her distinctive scent was ingrained into his senses. His outer mandibles capable of piercing skin and crushing bone, rested on her hair. A pleasant warm sensation ran down to his fingertips. He wanted to place his hands on her. He refrained. She had not shown, had not made her acceptance clear.
It had become easier, more normal to look at him and accept his features. It had become easier and more normal to feel him close. The strange thing was the touch of the metal armor, cold and stable. His neck was massive, suitable for that body and the heavily decorated head with dreadlocks and it was also protected by metal from several plates with ornaments. She managed to slip the leather strap under the lower edge of the protection. She tried to make a few knots. She didn’t want to come untied during one of his battles.
When she was ready, she stepped back and stepped on her bare feet.
He understood the meaning of this. She had given him something of hers, something she had worn, something she valued. He bowed his head slightly in gratitude.
The Yautja didn't say goodbye, they didn't have the concept of it. And the longer he was delaying the leaving, the harder it became to do so. But he was an elite warrior with heavy responsibilities.
Without a word he headed for the terrace door. She followed him. By the time she came out after him, he had already climbed a meter or two up the wall of the building. She gaped. He was digging his strong nails into the plaster as if it were made of butter. His feet were shod and protected, ending at the toes with sharp metal claws that he used as climbing nails. He had even managed to put on his mask.
He turned to look at her one last time.
The cloaking system activated and his body began to blend into the grayish color of the plaster until he disappeared completely. His eyes flashed one last time and he became an alien ghost.
She frowned when he disappeared.
- “Be careful !” - she said quietly. - “I want gadgets like that too.” - she muttered to herself.
She didn't expect their date to end so...suddenly. She didn't know how she wanted it to end, but not like this.
She went inside to warm up. When would she see him again? What a turn, a quantum leap, her life had taken?! And all thanks to the dream job she managed to get.
She stood alone in the middle of the empty apartment. Only the two huge white skulls reminded her of his visit. This between their species, between them, was strange and the product of a chance meeting on a cold spring night. It seemed... she wanted her life to change even more. She didn't like the humanity - overconsumption, pollution, neglect, cruelty, arrogance.
*** *** ***
The elite warrior climbed the building to the roof. He peered back over the edge. He knew he wont see her.
" Be careful ." - her last words. For the Yautja, there was no option to give up or be captured. To retreat meant to bring shame upon oneself forever. The Yautja did not go down without a fight and did not allow themselves to be captured alive.
He quickly reached the ship and responded to the signal. He had work to do, to hunt Bad Blood. Sometimes they were lonesome, sometimes they gathered in groups. Each hunt could be the Yautja's last. The elite warrior had narrowly escaped death many times. He bore the scars of countless battles and enemies. Now he was flying to a foreign planet, unfamiliar conditions and inhabitants and an enemy with no sense of honor. He was not afraid. He would triumph. He would return.
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KHAR'TAL The Elit Warrior
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KHAR'
*Yautja Elit Warrior
*Strong female character - Biologist
My first attempt to write a Predator/Yautja fanfiction. English is not my native lanuage so please exuse it when it doesn't sound prefrect.
A lot of plot. More parts are comming because it is long more than 75 k words.
I hope those who like a mixture between fiction and some real facts would like it.
I felt the need to drown this big guy the old fashionable way - skills, white paper and a pen.
The woman sat confidently behind him and when she wrapped her small arms around his waist, his body responded instantly with a slight, low vibration coming from the center of his chest. The humans were warmer than he was and her body heat clung to his back, especially where his armor ended.
When they were ready, he activated the cloaking device and they, along with the jet, became a vanishing mirage in the night.
*** *** ***
As they set off, she likened the sound to an electric turbine—whizzing and whistling and very quiet. The miles passed effortlessly, without jolting.
His skin felt different on her palms, not in an unpleasant way. To call him reptilian would be too extreme. He wasn't cold but he wasn't warm like her. New sensations all the time.
*** *** ***
When they arrived, he stopped in the nearby garden from where the entrance to her apartment was visible.
-" That's it. "- she whispered.
She carefully stepped out of the jet. It was nice to see a familiar sky, to smell familiar smells, to step on familiar ground. After all this adventure her keys still were in the buttoned pocket of her jacket. She didn't have to break into her own home.
The warrior descended. The withering grass crunched under his weight. As he separated from the vehicle he switched off his cover. He knew there were no humans around. He stood beside her and looked at the place where the woman lived. How could she spend her life in such a place? He found it ugly and stifling. Too tame. Would she rush forward and not look back at him?
- “Thank you. For keeping me alive and bringing me home .” - she told him. Her slight smile melted and it was replaced by...sadness. He didn't understand.
-" I...will never be the same again ."- She lowered her head.
- “You're not. You're a little huntress now.”
-" Beauty, you never told me what to call you ."- She turned to him.
-" I am Khar'tal ."- He pounded his fist on his chest and bowed slightly.
-" Khar'tal." -she repeated.
If he had liked the way she pronounced the name of his people before, now he couldn't help but growl with pleasure at hearing his name. She pronounced it so well while trying to teach her tongue to pronounce the syllables.
- “You are Shar'ika.”
-" I have a name. You know that, right? Human name. "- She chuckled.
- “Shar'ika.”- he repeated. - “You are not human to me .”
She looked at him with wide eyes. She wished she could see his real eyes, those bright amber ones.
- “Shar'ika.”- she repeated- “I can get used to this.”
The warrior cast a shadow over her, obscuring the light from the weak garden lamp. The silence became...uncomfortable. Her legs wouldn't carry her to the entrance, and he wouldn't rush back to the jet.
" Something tells me I'll see you again," -she said, looking at him sideways.
The warrior took a deep breath. Did that mean she wanted to see him again? She didn't say goodbye to him. He had a plan that he would follow anyway but it would be different this way.
His life was filled with hunting, trophies, dangers, dealing with renegades, training young Yautja, quelling clan disputes and among these duties was reproducing when his partners were ready. And now? New sensations, new desires, new goals.
Someone had to leave.
The warrior nodded forward.
She responded with a slight bow of her head.
The elite Yautja waited for her to enter to the building.
When she got off the elevator, she looked out through the stairwell windows, but there was no sign of him.
Was he still down there?
*** *** ***
The warrior had jetted away when he last looked at the building. The bionic mask detected her presence on the seventh floor. She was relatively safe in her home.
*** *** ***
She was glad it was late in the cool night. That way she didn't bump into any neighbors at the elevator. She hadn't looked in the mirror in days and she was sure she looked like a scarecrow. She didn't smell much better. And with that horn-tipped spear, she looked like she was getting ready for Halloween.
She unlocked the door, closed it behind her, leaned her aching back against it and collapsed onto the floor. That was all her strength left.
She was standing on the hard floor. The air conditioner was still running, keeping the temperature comfortable. Even the led lamp over her sink was still on. She forget it when those agents took her away. What date was it? Had her leave been up and she had been fired? She got up with great effort . She hung the copy on the coat rack by the door. Stepping inside, she slowly slipped off her jacket. She threw it on the back of one of her two dining chairs. The electronic clock under the TV showed the date. Eight of her ten days of leave had passed. So in two days she had to return to work. She snorted loudly. She went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of fruit juice and cut it in half in one long gulp. She remembered the fragrant of the bright fruit she had eaten on his ship. She clutched the box and wanted to throw it away. Why was she angry?
She reached for the place where she usually kept her phone but the empty space gave her the realization that she would have to go get a third phone tomorrow.
She took off her clothes with difficulty. They were straight out of the trash. Now she could look at them and imagine what she was looking like. Mud, leaves, sweat, blood. Only her boots had bravely survived. She entered the bathroom and she took long hot shower. At first her bruises protested under the pressure of the hot water but then her body relaxed. When she felt her legs shaking she stopped the water, dried herself off and put on her home clothes. Her feet were happy to feel clean socks and soft slippers. With one foot she had already immersed herself in her routine. Was she going to put what had happened behind her so quickly? She opened her medicine cabinet and swallowed the strongest painkiller she could find. She reached for the bed and collapsed on it. She lay diagonally, staring at the ceiling. It was as if an eternity ago she had laid her back on something soft and pleasant. She didn't bother to turn on the lights. The only thing that was working was the led lamp in the kitchen corner. She was used to standing in the darkness of the jungle.
It was quiet. Suffocatingly quiet. It drove her crazy, it angered her. Something was wrong. Something was missing. She should have been grateful to be alive, to be home but she felt lost, out of place. Her anger turned to regret, to sadness. Tears welled up in her eyes and flowed to her temples. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried. She didn’t allow it to herself. Her eyes dried up but sleep wouldn't come. The hours passed in the silence of the night when her earliest neighbors started leaving for work. 4:50 a.m., 5:30 a.m....her eyes began to burn. She held the necklace with one hand, but the hole in her chest remained.
*** *** ***
At the foot of the ship ramp, Khar'tal looked down at the sleeping city below him. Not so alien world but more of a hunting ground for young or weak Yautja. One species, but diverse cultures. One planet, but countless borders. He was sure that humans like Shar'ika were few. The name he gave her suited her. Shar'ika - one of her own among strangers. She belonged more to his kind than to hers.
His loud exhalation was accompanied by a growl and a nervous clicking. He quickly got back into the ship and soon was outside the gravitational field of the Earth. No one realized that night an alien ship had landed nearby.
The elite warrior entered commands from his station, on the module to the right. Coordinates of a familiar planet. He growled in anticipation. He was about to hunt. The first of many hunts he had planned. He could smell his prey before he saw it. The thrill of the hunt always got his blood pumping.
*** *** ***
The following weeks were very difficult. The efforts she made to behave...normally, to get used to her old reality. People were talking to her and she was dozing halfway through the conversation , stopping to listen. They were asking her about the strange necklace she was always wearing, but she was simply saying it was a souvenir from her vacation. Sleep continued to be a slippery fugitive. She often found all sorts of activities to occupy her mind during the day so that she wouldn't go back. Sometimes she was walking for hours on the forest paths around. She was coming home completely exhausted because only the fatigue was bringing sleep.This was exhausting her.
After a month and a half the things got a little easier. Autumn was advancing, almost all the leaves had fallen but she was still looking at the sky. As if a UFO would come and abduct her with a white beam of light. So stupid!
Two months. She had cleaned the horn spear thoroughly and tied it up with leather straps. She had threaded the tooth from the alien cat. Now she kept it upright by her bed, visible from everywhere. She carried the trophy knife with her everywhere. The feeling of its weight against her waist or chest was making her more...calm? Strong? Whole?
One day in late November, the end of the workweek, she had come home from work. The autumn was unnaturally warm. She took a shower, put on a tank top, socks, an oversized anorak and slippers. It had only been two months since she had last seen him. So little in cosmic terms and yet it seemed like an eternity. Her phone rang. A former colleague from a previous job in another lab. She didn't feel like talking but she didn't want to be rude. She found enough excuses not to pick up the phone right away and not return the calls.
- “Hello.” - and so the conversation began. After the usual discussion of former and current colleagues, the topic turned to men and her personal life. This was boring her sometimes, because she was completely aware of herself.
- “No, I don't intend to.”
- “You know I have high standards.”
- “No, I won't take them off.”
-“What I don’t need a man who is weaker than me?”
- “ I can carry my own bags.”
- “I don't need any scoundrels.”
- “Yes, it must be strong and reliable.”
- “I'm fine with that.”
...
She went to the fridge and, clutching the phone between her ear and shoulder, she opened a dark beer. The conversation didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. She sat down on the gaming chair in front of her desk, which was positioned opposite the bed, by the window. So when she was on the computer or in bed, she could look outside. The high floor gave her a view of the distance. She put her feet up on the desk. When the conversation ended, she threw the phone on the bed, she sighed and closed her eyes.
She took a sip of her cold beer and stared at the bottle, lost in thought. She had no idea that she wasn’t alone for a while and that she had a watcher.
The moment of oblivion passed when a small voice inside her jolted her awake. She clenched her jaw. She heard a soft, quiet click, so familiar. Her heart pounded. She looked around the apartment but there was no one. And she wouldn't see anyone. Then a trio of red laser dots appeared on her bare thigh then moved up to her chest.
Yautja. Her breathing quickened. Was it him or someone else, who had come to finish off an inconvenient person who knew about their existence?
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