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Chapter 1: Captive

[Location: Unatra]

The trees were thick with green and blue leaves, giving off a wonderful, clean scent. A carpet of grass covered the entire meadow and forest. Warm sunlight bathed the land in a healthy glow as small flying mammals flitted from tree to tree.

“It’s been so long since we were back home, Lyra,” a young female stated, stretching her thin arms into the air.

A tall, slender female turned to face the younger figure, smiling, “Yes, Cora, but I think the best time to return is when the trees are leaved. When all living things rejoice in life is the time to visit home.”

“Too bad Mother has to stay on the ship while we get to explore, huh, Sis?” Cora said, looking back in the direction they came from. “She always loves smelling the new suckle-vines.”

“Well, maybe we can take some back to her if we can find some. Come on, let’s go.”

Moving down into the meadow, the two Natranians relished in the sun’s light shining on their white skin. A soft breeze brushed through their long, silver manes, and Lyra scented for suckle-vines. There was something else, something different, on the wind, and she frowned, wondering what it was. It was like nothing she had encountered before and definitely nothing that belonged on Unatra.

The older Natranian female shrugged her shoulders, continuing through the meadow with her younger sister just behind her.

xXx

(Fate smiles upon us.) A growl rumbled in the trees of the forest just beyond the field. Cloaked within the sturdy boughs of two trees, two large Yautja perched, observing the two native females wandering in the meadows below. (Elder Bha’ruk will be pleased.)

(I’d say that we were lucky, Ji’ran, considering each time we’ve come to this planet, we never found one Natranian.) The smaller of the two grunted, glancing at his comrade for a moment before staring at the Natranians. (Should we take both?)

Ji’ran shook his head, his locks heavy with many rings barely clicking. (No, the smaller one looks too young, Y’un. It should be the tall female.) He turned to face the other hunter. (Remember the tactic to use; with their strong legs, it would be pointless to pursue them on foot. That is why you will drive them towards me.)

Y’un nodded. He had only heard of others’ hunts involving the Natranians, the males almost as tall as a full-grown Yautja but slender and built for speed- if one broke into a run it became nearly impossible to capture. Here, now, they could expect nothing less from the females of the species.

(Get into position,) Ji’ran hissed, keeping his steady gaze on the two females.

Silently dropping to the ground, Y’un stalked along the forest floor, his mask trained on their quarry. He unsheathed a small blade from his belt, carrying it along his side, though he doubted its necessity. It was merely a precaution on the chance one or both chose to fight rather than run.

To Ji’ran, only the goddess knew why Elder Bha’ruk wanted one of the pale and slender creatures. Ever since the Elder saw one while taking down a Natranian male, he had become enamored and fascinated with the race. However, it was not for Ji’ran to question Bha’ruk; he merely served him and despite his reservations, he would bring him one because it was what he ordered.

xXx

“Your choosing ceremony will take place soon, right, Lyra?” Cora met her older sister’s violet gaze from where she knelt in the grass. “I wish mine was soon.”

Laughing, Lyra shook her head, saying, “Yours will be here soon enough, Cora. Let me have mine first.”

As she grinned, Cora said, “I’ll bet you already know which males are going to ask you to choose them, don’t you?”

“Not necessarily. With my training, it’s doubtful many males would want me as their mate,” Lyra sighed.

“Well, if you wouldn’t be so…so forceful, maybe there’d be more.”

“If they don’t favor all of my aspects, there is no point in mating with them.”

Sighing, the younger Natranian dropped her head. “Lyra, you’re so particular. I’d think you would want to have many possible mates.”

“The quality of potential mates is better than the quantity.” Smiling, Lyra gazed down at her younger sister. “Learn that lesson well, dear sister.”

“You’re impossible.” Cora groaned. “I don’t see why…”

“Shhh!” Holding up a hand, Lyra silenced Cora as she turned her head, her long, pointed ears catching a soft sound.

“What is it?” Cora whispered, standing up.

“Listen…do you hear that?”

Both Natranians strained to hear the sound Lyra had heard before, but Cora huffed, murmuring, “I can’t hear anything. This is what I’m talking about…”

“Cora!” Lyra hissed, frowning at her sister. Then, a distinct snapping sound came from their left, and both females slowly turned their heads in that direction.

Swallowing, Cora breathed, “That sound I heard. What do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” Lyra whispered back, her eyes searching for anything that could have made that sound. “We should leave…now.”

A ripple in the air had the taller Natranian’s gaze transfixed. Her eyes widened with fear as she saw it pass by again. It was large, a huge bulky body that moved seamlessly in the space around them.

“Cora…run when I tell you to.”

“What? Why?” Cora asked, looking where her sister was staring.

“Don’t ask questions, just do it.”

“A-all right.”

Whatever the large thing was, Lyra knew it was heading straight for them at too deliberate of a pace for her comfort. The air had grown still, and it sent small prickles along her skin. Then, the thing rushed forward, and she barely had time to cry, “Run, Cora, run!”

Leg muscles tightened and relaxed as she bolted, her hard feet pounding against the ground in a flat run. Tucking her arms up, Lyra felt her blood surging through her veins as she sprinted away from whatever was chasing her and Cora. She heard her sister’s feet beating a short way behind her, but behind both of them, another set of feet drummed.

Glancing to the right, Lyra saw the forest and dashed for the trees, but a high squeal made her wheel around. A gasp flew from her lips after seeing Cora on the ground, the thing nearly upon her. With a shrill cry, she rushed towards Cora and, gathering her legs, leapt directly over her sister and struck two fingers against their pursuer’s chest and then the throat, making it stop with a grunt.

“Damn!” she grit. Lyra landed, hissing and gripping the two fingers that had struck the hard chest. Whatever it was it must have been wearing chest armor of some kind. Running straight to Cora, she pulled her little sister to stand. “Come on! Hurry!”

As the two loped away from their pursuer, Cora panted, “What…what’ll we do?”

“Head to the ship! I’ll try to lead it away!” Lyra answered, swallowing hard and shoving her sister in the direction of their ship. “Go, Cora! Tell Mother to get the ship ready to take off!”

“But…”

“Now!” Lyra didn’t give her a chance to argue, moving away and heading towards the cover of the trees.

Watching her older sister briefly, Cora dashed in the opposite way, praying that Lyra’s speed was enough to get her to the ship soon. ‘Please be all right, Sis,’ she thought, biting her lower lip and blinking rapidly. ‘Please get back to the ship, Lyra, please, please.’

xXx

Watching from his perch above, Ji’ran nodded at Y’un’s successful pursuit of the two females even at a full run. His eyes widened when the tall female rounded and attacked Y’un’s cloaked form. ‘She knew where to strike,’ he thought, raising a brow. ‘Impressive.’

Now, she was running straight for him, and his legs tensed before leaping from the tree and right next to her. With a shriek, she tried to maneuver around him, but Ji’ran hooked his arm around her shoulders, allowing his momentum to carry both of them to the ground. She tried to strike him with her fists, still shrieking in her high-pitched language and only making Ji’ran chuckle at her attempts. He found her useless writhing and wailing amusing until something hard cracked against his leg. (C’jit!) Ji’ran roared as pain surged through his calf muscle. He had forgotten about their feet-more like hardened bone than flesh. He cursed himself as he glowered at the female, still thrashing beneath his grasp. ‘I’ll take care of this now.’

Moving his bulky body over her slender form and making sure one of his legs held both of hers, Ji’ran reached into a pack on his belt. He pulled out a syringe and brought it close to her neck, but when she saw the needle, her head whipped about uncontrollably.

(Hold still!) He growled, placing his free hand against her forehead. Her shrill cries only became louder, but Ji’ran finally stuck the needle into the side of her neck, injecting a light blue solution. Within moments, her voice died down, and she struggled to keep her eyes from closing. Then, she stopped moving, eyelids slipping shut as her head slumped to the side.

(That’s it, sleep,) Ji’ran rumbled softly, staring at the female beneath him. Up close he could plainly see she was shorter than him but taller than most young bloods, and her skin was so pale. But it was her scent that made him cock his head to the side.

Leaning down over her hair, Ji’ran inhaled deeply and groaned, a shudder coursing down his spine. ‘By the goddess, it’s like…warm light and mating. Is this why Bha’ruk wants one so badly?’

(Good, you caught her.) Y’un’s voice made Ji’ran quickly roll off her body, rising to his feet. Grunting, his leg still stung from her earlier blow, but it would heal quickly.

(Not without a struggle,) he growled, his mask trained on her. (But that’s why we brought the tranquilizer.)

Y’un nodded agreement; his neck still felt a little numb from where she had struck him. (Let’s get her to the cruiser.)

(Right.) Bending down, Ji’ran lifted her easily, slinging her body over his shoulder. His rough hand slid down her bare leg, noticing the soft warmth of the skin there. Ji’ran suddenly became very curious about what was concealed under her dress. But they had to get her to the main ship hovering above the planet’s atmosphere. ‘There will be time to study her more closely on the ship,’ he told himself.

The small cruising ship was cloaked on the far side of the field where the Natranian females had originally been. It had been by luck that they came from the opposite direction of the ship. Carrying her inside, Ji’ran laid Lyra’s limp body in one of the small bed chambers, joining Y’un at the control panel.

(She won’t wake up on the way, will she?) Y’un asked, starting the cruiser’s engines and glancing up at Ji’ran.

(I gave her enough to keep her asleep for several hours.) Ji’ran cocked his head in the direction of the bedroom. (That should be enough time for us to get to the main ship, Ta’al can examine her, and then she can be prepared for Elder Bha’ruk.)

[Location: Yautja Vessel Ty’rath-di]

After a short time, the cruiser docked inside the hanger of the enormous main vessel, and Ji’ran moved back into the chamber where Lyra lay unconscious. Retrieving a small mask and breathing container filled with her air, he placed the mask over her nose and mouth before turning on the container. It would not do to have her suffocate because of their air.

Sliding his arms under her, Ji’ran lifted Lyra up and strode outside the lowered hatch of the cruiser. Several Yautja waited for him and Y’un, but only one approached. He had a dark blue coloring with thin silver stripes along his limbs and surrounding his torso.

(So, you finally captured a Natranian, eh, Ji’ran?) The approaching Yautja grunted. (I’m sure Elder Bha’ruk will be too pleased with your find to want to spar with you for your earlier incompetence.)

(Ta’al, shut it!) Ji’ran snarled, stalking around Ta’al and towards the elevator. (She needs to be examined now and your banter doesn’t help that matter.)

Sighing, Ta’al rolled his eyes and joined Ji’ran in front of the elevator doors. He looked down at her limp form and clicked a mandible, wondering how they did manage to find a Natranian. (Such a pale creature…but she must be in good health.)

(Of course she is! Why would I bring an unhealthy one?) Ji’ran hissed before glancing at Ta’al. (Why did you say that?)

(Either she caused that discoloration on your leg or your skills are fleeing you. Or perhaps both.)

Dropping her legs to the floor, Ji’ran’s free hand locked around the top of Ta’al’s chest plate, yanking him forward with a warning growl. (Do—not—test me, Healer.)

(I would not think of it, Ji’ran.) Ta’al kept his calm gaze locked with the eye sockets of Ji’ran’s mask, restraining both his tongue and fist from lashing out at the warrior. ‘Capturing females of various races; taking them from their homes and families, what low will we be forced to reach before the Elder has enough?’

The doors slid open, and both Yautja stepped into the lift, Ta’al pressing in the code for the medical level. Reaching the requested area, the doors opened once more, and Ta’al stepped out and walked ahead of Ji’ran. At the end of the corridor, he opened the examining room and immediately went to wash his hands while Ji’ran laid Lyra on the metal table.

Leaning over her, Ji’ran ran his claws through the long silver mane and paused when he reached her covered breasts. He glanced back at Ta’al still busy with gathering all his tools, and then his large palm cupped one breast, squeezing lightly.

(Ji’ran, that is all. Leave so I can examine her.) Ta’al ordered. He didn’t even have to turn around to know Ji’ran had found some amusement with the female. A small release of musk now mingled with the air around him. ‘Pauk’de fool,’ he thought, facing the table and watching Ji’ran slowly leave the room.

Turning his attention to the female lying on the table, Ta’al moved towards her and ran a scanner down the length of her body from her head to her oddly shaped feet. He made several notes in his datapad as he went, finding she was completely untouched and had aged almost thirty years, still young but ready for mating. His hand held up the hair covering her neck and he saw the tiny circle of discoloration from where she was injected. Aside from that, there was not a mark on her.

Next, Ta’al picked up a small syringe and injected a cloudy substance into her arm, noting that she would be cleared of any trace of outside disease. Going back to one cabinet, he retrieved a case and opened it. (That’s a little too large for your nasal passages,) he commented after picking up one of the breathing devices. Lifting the mask, his thumb gently pushed back her flattened nose, looking inside her small nostrils before replacing the mask.

Choosing one not even half the size of the pad of his thumb, Ta’al removed her mask and pushed the device inside her nostrils. He waited for several tense moments, hoping the device would work with her olfactory system instead of being rejected by it. With one of the other females brought here, her system rejected it entirely, and he had been forced to give her a quick death rather than have her slowly suffocate on their air. It was one thing Ta’al did not want to do again for any female let alone one captured and brought here.

When her breathing remained steady and calm, he nodded, satisfied with his work. Ta’al’s eyes drifted down to her feet, and he stepped towards that end of the table. Tapping a claw against one, he noted how hard they were and their rounded shape. It made him think her kind might have evolved from grazers but he wasn’t certain as one can’t always guess these things.

Moving back to her head, Ta’al sighed as his eyes fell on her pale neck; he disliked what he had to do next. His hand reached out to the counter next to him and retrieved a thick, hinged, metal ring. Sliding a hand under her head, he lifted it and snapped the ring around her neck. Immediately, it grew warm to his touch, and he was glad that she was unconscious and unable to feel the burn and pricks of the translator embedding into her skin.

A small sound came from her lips, and Ta’al looked at her face and watched her eyes straining to open. Standing, he stepped back from the table, not wanting to startle her too much when she did fully wake.

xXx

In the blackness of her mind, Lyra heard small noises of someone or something moving about. There weren’t many sounds within close range of her, but she knew something was nearby. ‘If I can…open my eyes…’ she thought, struggling to remember what had happened. ‘Cora and I were…we were running from…something and then…’

Gasping, her eyes flew open as her body sat up only to be greeted by hammering in her skull. Lyra gripped her head and groaned, closing her eyes to try and staunch the pain. “Wh-what happened?”

“You were brought onto a Yautja ship.” A male voice answered, and she blinked her eyes quickly to adjust her sight. Looking in the direction of the voice, she backed away after seeing the large, blue being leaning against the wall. Four long spikes converged over where his mouth was, and silver eyes met her stare.

‘Yautja…Yautja…’ Lyra wracked her mind trying to remember what her mother had said about the various space-faring species. What she remembered worried her. They were a warrior race and their whole culture centered around the honor of The Hunt. No one believed they attacked females but her mother knew first hand they hunted Natranian males. Her father, Lyra’s grandfather, died by a Yautja hand.

“To stop the throbbing from the sedative, slowly lean forward and bend your head down,” he told her, still staying away from her. “You woke too soon and it hasn’t worked its way through your system.”

“Why…” She stopped and winced at the pain, hesitantly doing as he advised. “Why am I here? And how can I understand you?”

A huge sigh made Lyra look up at him, and he lowered his head before meeting her gaze. “You and I can communicate because of the translator around your neck.” He tapped two clawed fingers against his own while looking at her.

Her hand went to her neck, and Lyra felt the metal collar practically set inside her skin. Frowning, she tried to force her fingers between it and her neck, but a large hand gripped her wrist as she heard him growl, “Don’t. It can’t be removed like that, and it’s better for it to remain as it is.”

“I am no beast meant to be kept as a pet,” she huffed, her nostrils flaring as she pulled away from him.

“No, but you are being kept as a pleasure.” He inhaled slowly and backed away from her.

Eyes wide, Lyra asked, “What? What did you say?”

“You will understand soon enough. I am neither the one who captured you nor the one who ordered your capture. But I am the healer on this ship, and I have to ensure the internal and external safety of all the females brought here.” Clicking, he clenched a fist and lowered his voice. “I will do what I can to help you, but it won’t be as much as I’d prefer.”

Staring at him, Lyra brought her legs under her and slowly got off the table. She kept her hands against the flat metal top, feeling dizzy and unsure on her feet. “If you really want to help me, get me off this ship and back to Unatra.”

“I can’t do that,” he said, shaking his head and scattering his black, tube-like hair along his back.

Gritting her flat teeth, Lyra bent her head down, saying, “Then, you can’t help me.”

A buzzing noise coming from the wall to her left made Lyra jump, and she bent over the table once more trying to make her head stop spinning. She watched the blue Yautja move to a door and he asked, “Yes, what is it?”

“I’ve been sent to bring the female before Bha’ruk,” another male voice growled.

“Ji’ran, I will escort her to Bha’ruk,” the Yautja healer hissed, turning away from the door. He looked at Lyra as she was finally able to stand up straight without her vision swirling. “I am Ta’al, and as I said before I’ll do what I can to help you. Having a healer on your side might prove more useful than you think right now.”

Inhaling, Lyra’s eyes went to the floor as his words sank in, and she nodded. “I’m Lyra, and I…thank you for your assistance.”

“Lyra…you must be prepared for what will happen.” Ta’al clicked a mandible as his brow furrowed deeply.

“What does he…this ‘Bha’ruk’…want with me?” she asked, her eyes squinting in confusion. “You said I was a ‘pleasure’…”

Hissing softly, Ta’al stared at Lyra’s dark eyes as she expected him to answer. He wondered just how Bha’ruk would react after seeing the Natranian female, the one female he searched for obsessively. “You…are now his, Lyra, his to do with as he pleases whether he wants to mate you or just have you in his presence.”

“No…” Lyra’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the door. “I will not do that, not with anyone let alone a strange male from a species not my own.”

Almost anticipating her reaction, Ta’al reached the door just as Lyra bolted for it, his arms gripped around her shoulders as she struggled. “Lyra, listen to me! This ship and those on it all belong to him whether through service or…coercion. We’ve already left your planet’s outer atmosphere; you couldn’t escape.”

“After telling me all this, you expect me to just allow myself to be…be used?” Clenching her teeth, she felt her blood pumping swiftly in her veins as she strained against his hold. “I thought you wanted to help me! You call this ‘help’?!”

“It is if I’m preventing you from placing yourself in even greater danger!” he snarled, pressing her against the wall. “There are males on the ship who would take you without thoughts on punishment. They won’t care how much you struggle or shriek or fight; they will fuck you until they or you are finished.”

Breath caught in her throat as her eyes grew wide until Ta’al could see the whites around them. The obscenity hammered home the harsh reality. Lyra stopped struggling as air shuddered from her mouth, and she blinked, trying to focus.

“I tell you this as a warning for what could happen if you try to escape,” he said, hesitantly releasing her. When she didn’t move, Ta’al lowered his head to where he could look in her eyes. “Lyra, to save yourself from pain, just…just cooperate with Bha’ruk. You belong to him now.”

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