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Things The
Reader Needs To Know
Genre: Romance/Sci-fi
Rating of Story: M-MA
(for later chapters)
Summary: (This is
not a full blown sequel to You Found Me but it will have some of those
characters drawn into the story as well) A young alien from a far away Galaxy
is caught on a Yautja ship and taken hostage to a place she barely knows to
become part of their culture that isn't much unlike her own. She finds that it
is quite hard to adjust but meet a person who is just as different as she is.
Will she find her place? Or will she just be out of luck?
Warnings: There is
alien/alien pairings in this story so if you don't like that stay away. In
later chapters there will be explicit scenes, thus the rating of M-MA. If this
bothers you then do not read this! Thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not
own the Yautja race. I just like writing about them! The only thing I own is my
character and my plot! NOTE! The Ambernian race
is made up by me, for my use only! Do NOT take any of this race's
characteristics and use them for your own stories or ideas! The race is my
idea! Please, do not steal them or use them without my permission! I will go
haywire on you if you do!
.x.x.x.
Scary to
think just a few hours ago I was on my own ship sitting back and watching my
friends joke and hassle with each other. It's kind of weird to have lived my
whole life around women and now I was surrounded by men. You're probably
wondering what I'm talking about right? Well, let me explain a few things to
you.
My name is Amberniantha but people just call me Butterfly. Why you may
ask? Well it's quite simple, my mother's (I'll explain in a second) tell me
that even though I'm a Warrior I am as gentle as a butterfly, thus my nickname.
Everyone has resorted to calling me that. Now of course, in my language it's
completely different from what it is in the human language of English but I
have recently been taught this language by a prisoner we took a while ago.
Unfortunately she died in our atmosphere but that doesn't matter.
Now, I come
from the planet Amberna. Thus, I am an Ambernian. This is a large planet in the Western part of
one of the biggest Galaxies and it's covered in rich forests of bright colors
such as purple, yellow, orange, and red. It's a beautiful place to be and I
love it but the only part I don't like is the culture. It's true I hate my own
culture. They are a violent race with disgusting habits such as going to other
worlds and destroying the people and taking the natural resources for
themselves. It hurts to be apart of that.
They take
pride in their Warriors, which make up at least 60% of the population but what
about the other population, you may ask? Well, they're either Medics (6%),
Scientists (2%), too old to do anything useful (30%), or something else (2%).
But they mean nothing to the Ambernians. They are
just dead weight on the end that is ignored, which I think is idiotic! Where
would we be without medics?!
Though, the
weirdest thing about my planet is that there isn't a male species. It's all women. We do have something like genders.
You are either a Tall Female or a Small Female. Tall Females can get as tall as
8-9.5 feet. The Small Females can get as tall as 6-7.5 feet. Of course there
are exceptions just like in any race.
So that's
how this started I guess. It was because I was picked as a Warrior when I was
born. Even though I'm a Small Female I still seemed to show the characteristics
of a Warrior. Ambernians have strong psychic bonds
with each other to where if we are on a different planet and another Ambernian lands we can track them down.
And now,
after one of our invasions went great our ship was hit and I was taken
prisoner. Great, that means I'll never return home. If I do then I'll be seen
as weak and be knocked from my spot as Warrior. And now as I lay here in this
cell I see what it's like to be on the other end of our cruelty. I never liked
it in the first place but when you're one of the best Warriors of your time
there was no changing your name.
Though, now
that I've explained what I am in this weird log thing on my arm let me get away
with having. I need to plot my escape or die trying. God knows what the brutes
could do to me. I've seen their masks. I've read about their brutality and I've
heard horror stories of their Hunting. If Ambernians
are the boogiewomen of the whole Galaxy then these
creatures are the boogieman of the Ambernians.
They grow
as tall as we do if not taller and they are fierce. They Hunt for the hell of
it and gather the trophies with the grace of an Angel of Death. They don't play
around and I think I'm next. Amberna (my Goddess)
only knows what they will do to me. It's hard to think of the things they could
do to get information out of me; if they even care about information about Ambernians. Who knows, they could care less about my race.
Oh well,
here they come.
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