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A different type of warrior	By : ItchyTasty Category: M through R > Predator Views: 12967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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3: Uncertain Expectations
The Ooman's small craft hit the ground with a rough thud he could feel vibrating through his legs. The female was still unconscious, he cradled her to his chest and went to the portal. With one arm he wrenched the door wide open. The air outside was cooler than he would have liked, the first light of dawn streaming down on his shoulders.
He looked down at the small female in his arms and thought over his situation. Saving her in the ship had been turn about. Yet she had flown him to safety, and he had rescued her from the doomed craft. He was under no obligation to help her further. However she had betrayed her kind when she freed him from his bonds.
He made up his mind quickly, and set off at a loping run to the west toward where his clan's ship lay hidden. The hills rushed past him in a blur and he soon put a great deal of distance between the crash site of the wheeled vehicle and himself. The barren rocky terrain slowly absorbed the heat of the heavy sun overhead and day began in earnest. Her weight was barely noticeable, yet he could feel the pulse of her blood, the warmth from her flesh, she was soft against his chest as she rocked slowly to the rhythm of his strides. He hoped she would last long enough to get her to safety.
It was near nightfall when he finally turned around the precipice that had hidden the landing craft his brother had piloted to the planet. His heart pounded silently from the length of his run, yet his breath was even. It was gone, there must have been more than one survivor of the explosion.
He paused contemplating the situation and then lay her down on the ground. He took another look at the head injury. The impact at the bulkhead had left a bloody line across her temple in an almost v shape. He realized that without medical attention she might perish. Under the growing shadow of the cliff he took out his medical kit and began seeing to her wound. He used his claws to pry up her loose scalp and confirmed his suspicions. Her skull had fractured and depressed into her head. He took the radial molecular saw and cut the segment of bone enough to pry it away from the brain and allow the swelling to subside. He misted it with a combination antibacterial/antiviral film and replaced the bone. Then went over it with a cauterizing laser to seal her skull. The flesh he left to knit on it's own now that it was clean and bacteria free. She would have a proud scar as proof of her daring and bravery if she survived her ordeal. He took a few moments to secure a position in a cleft between the stone outcropping and the cliff, it was out of the way of the elements enough that the Ooman would be hard to spot. He had no idea if the Kainde Amedha were all dead so precautions were necessary.
He left their impromptu camp and set out to hunt. His stomach rumbled at the prospect of a meal. Part of the Ooman terraforming procedure was to seed a planet with creatures in order to help balance the ecosystem. He stalked the four legged animal from upwind. It's scent filled him with hunger, he hadn't had a real feed in over two weeks. It twitched, it's ears like small dishes swinging back and forth to pick up the disturbance it knew was near. The deer moved cautiously, it could sense something wrong. Ka'ja-rand deactivated his shift suit. The doe seeing him spooked and ran leaving him and the scrub grass behind. He purred with satisfaction as he bounded after the animal following into the hills. The deer kept it's pace high, its hooves hitting the clefts in the rocky earth. He could smell it's fear, the scent wafting over him and almost palpable in the air. His heart pulsed in his chest, his legs thrummed the ground with his huge even stride. His lungs billowing in and out with the easy breath of a distance runner as the distance closed.
He could smell the sweat as the beast put itself into it's last burst of speed, as he lunged forward his Ki'cti-pa hamstringing the doe collapsing it in a rush. He crouched next to the squirming animal and broke its neck with one hand effectively silencing it. He removed his tools and his knife and began to clean his kill.
She was feverish, dreaming of windswept plains. Grain extending for miles under darkened clouds swaying int the breeze. From the horizon on the edge of her sight came her prey. Thousands of them, humans and xenomorphs all scrambling for a chance to rend her flesh, she leveled her pistol and fired. The land went silent, save for the breeze through the stalks and grass. Around her in all directions lay her vanquished foes, she could smell the ozone from her spent shells, hear the sizzle of the heat from her gun barrel escaping in a fine smoky mist. She stood stark naked, covered in a red sheen of thick blood. It pooled and formed rivulets coming together and dripping from her heavy breasts to soak the ground below. The hunter came up behind her, she could feel him, a great wave of heat radiating off his body. He rested his hand on her shoulder his claws making little indentations in her soft skin. The thick sticky gore coating his hand. She could feel his pride in her accomplishment. He was hers now. She brought her hand to his and then slid it down to the ripe mound of her breast as she leaned back against his form. His oven like heat radiating out to swallow her. She slid her hands up and around his neck while he began kneading her breasts, slippery in their bloody coating.
Soft noises escaped her. She spooned all the tighter against his body as he caressed her with slow firm strokes. She knew he could feel her need, the thrill of their hunt still roaring in her veins. She was ready and moaned again, this time with an insistence. He turned her around to face him and then slid his hands down her waist to her hips. He picked her up easily, she weighed nothing to him. He plunged two thick fingers into her sex from behind as she wrapped her legs around him, she could feel him spreading her out, then the sensation of him pressing against her opening free and hard. He entered her in a violent rush his breath coming out in a roar as he stretched her enough to cause her to scream from the pain. Fresh blood leaked down from her to commingle with that of their kill. Her legs clenched tighter to him while he thrust, she could feel him tensing, sensing his release before it came. She moaned softly, taking pleasure in his inability to hold himself back.
His pace quickened slamming into her with reckless bruising force again and again. His animal lust overriding his desire to satisfy her, their pulses pounding through their bodies in rhythmic disharmony, she could feel it every time his blood rushed to his enraged prick, throbbing deep inside her, she couldn't fit more in if she tried, even now he was pushing her limit in capacity, futilely trying to sink in those last few centimeters. Then it happened, he shifted his angle slightly and hit her just right, her tension built quickly, her breath came quickly in short gasps in time with his thrusts and suddenly she came. Her body failing to respond as she slipped in and out of conscious thought. Her legs unhooked and dangled limply behind him, her muscles failing to respond. He roared feeling her muscles clench down on him, and flooded her with his hot seed, his grip tightening and his claws piercing the skin as he shuddered his instinct doing it's best to impregnate his mate. She could feel the heat of it, pouring into her in waves, she had never felt so much at once, it coated her and rushed out past him spilling to the ground beneath them.

The meat had been tough yet juicy. It's flavor strange yet interesting, he'd liked it. He gathered the rest of the kill, cleaning the carcass before heading back to the cliff face. He was content for the moment, a fresh kill filling him with energy, a planet to himself to hunt on, and the possibility of facing more soft meat in the near future. Others would have fretted about the possibility of escape. He worried not, knowing that his fate was sealed long ago, and that death would find him when it would, his say in the matter was of little consequence.
When he returned he was met by something strange yet familiar. His loins responded instantly, hardening to the prospect of a female in heat, yet he could smell no Yautja. It was a thick musk, primal in it's intensity, and so close to one of his own kind's scent that it took him a moment to realize it was the Ooman. Yet his arousal did not abate. His thoughts were in conflict, she was ready to mate, of that much he knew, however he was not of her kind, she would not find him attractive. Regardless she lacked the mandibles and stature of one of his own females. How could she possibly compare to a full blooded Yautja huntress?
Yet his erection persisted for nearly a cycle before it subsided, he could smell it still and his thoughts turned again and again to her. Hanging the meat from a high niche he made up his mind and went out again. His feet started moving almost without his instruction. He ran, far faster than the loping strides he normally took his legs carrying him far. He engaged his shift suit not knowing what to expect. His path took him first to the wreckage of the Ooman structure where he'd fought the vicious four legs. Much of it was gone, one of his brethren had died there surely. How many had made it to safety he wondered. He had been on the far left of their advance, choosing the flank in order to secure his honor.
He found signs of them soon enough, indentations from sandals on metal, two survivors not counting himself. That meant that somewhere in the wreck were three dead, two at least with weapons and gear he could salvage if he found them. He was searching through the underground when he found fresh signs of the hard meat. The density of the discharge could not be mistaken for a relic of some forgotten burrowing. The Kainde Amedha were not all vanquished, and were busy rebuilding their colony. Perhaps one of the Praetorians had become queen he mused, that would make things interesting. He was now honor bound to the hunt again. He could not leave while they lived.
He left shortly after his discovery, realizing that his search would take a decent time and that nightfall was coming. He did not want to alert the hive to his continued presence. He wondered at how his brothers had overlooked the continued presence of the hard meat. Perhaps they had been recalled to report on the failure of the hunt? He decided it would be wise to acquire some gear from the Ooman landing craft the female and he had landed in. He covered ground quickly up into the hills to the north. He checked the readout on his wrist computer, he was near the location. He slowed down, creeping close to the ridge. He crested it to look below.
He saw them moving, Oomans, many of them, searching the small craft's landing site. The had found his tracks, they had other vehicles with them like the one the female had gotten them to safety in. He counted their numbers at thirty. He purred softly, the hard meat would find them soon enough, he would have a grand hunt to tell of if he ever left the planet alive. His tale would earn him honor enough to sit beside his father in the halls of eternity. They started speaking amongst themselves, he turned on his audio recorder in order to catch what they were saying, perhaps the female warrior would understand it.
“So we've got footprints from the big bastard we found last time we were here, but Kara isn't anywhere to be seen.” Said one male
“Security cameras showed her releasing him from the med bay, they fought the pirates holding the hangar together, would have to be a cold hearted bastard to kill her after she rescued him.” Said another.
“Ballsy move on her part” Said a bull male. “Doubt her friends in the company will share my enthusiasm.”
“If she's not dead, she will be when they find her.” Said the first male
He couldn't make out their speech but they sounded agitated. He thought he had enough for the moment. It was a pity he couldn't access the vehicle, perhaps he could have found burners, or fires for the small one she carried. He didn't want a confrontation with these Oomans yet so he left the ridge and headed off toward camp, they would quickly use their vehicles to find where he and the female were hiding, better to move out of the rocks and find somewhere in the abandoned Ooman structures to make a lair. His swift feet led him back to his small camp quickly.
He lifted her from where she slept. The smell of her heat still thick around her. He carried her and his supplies deep into the concrete jungle of the human compound. Many of the structures were still in good condition, the problem was finding one suitable to his requirements as well as hers, somewhere with heat hopefully. She stirred several times in his arms without waking. He knew she would be hungry when she woke, the game he had killed was slung over his back, it's smell already enticing him to feed again. He spared no time for that thought however as he searched out a lair.
The outlier buildings wouldn't do, they were to obvious to a those that were looking for him. So he found an entry into the main complex itself. He moved cautiously, he knew the hard meat still lived, and that made his situation complicated. He found several rooms but disregarded them as improper, ventilation shafts and over head paneling ruining the possibility of using them as staging areas. He ventured deeper into the structure. Evidence of his prey was everywhere yet he did not fear running into them at this hour of the day. Then he found it. It was a perfect location. A large room with sitting tables the flooring thus far undisturbed by the corruption of the hive. Dishes and silverware littering the ground some of the tables were overturned. But most importantly the mess hall had a freezer network it's huge heavy door would withstand the hard meat and be serviceable for a defensive position.
Damn company scum. Sargent Mallan thought idly to himself. He'd requested permission to dust off over a standard day ago. Their search for the alien and for their lost bug killer had turned up nothing for nearly a week. Those damn company pukes had put a call in and now the god damn escort they were to get was hovering in system dwarfing his cruiser and sending down supplemental forces. He read over his new orders again not liking it one bit.
10/10/2223 : : Transmission... START: Eyes only, the USMC forces under command of 2nd lieutenant Darian are now relieved and will be reassigned to Colonel Vander Darklight of the Weyland corporation. Directive is effective immediately. Secure position and await reinforcements. Under no circumstances are you to engage the hostile extraterrestrial until support arrives. Live capture preferred, use of lethal force authorized. : : : END
“Bastards.” He said
The camp around him was a swarm of activity he had deployed his men to the same location they had used previously thinking that Kara might return. All hope of that was gone now however. Her fate lay with that of the company she had chosen. If she was even alive. He having seen how she had taken on the pirates in the hangar with the alien strongly doubted the girl was dead. How had one of his men put it? Tits of Steel. One thing was sure, if these company goons thought they were going to steal his show out from under him and he was going to like it, they had unrealistic expectations. They came in like thunder, standard compliment for a cruiser like theirs was three squads of marines, plus the pilots and ship's personnel. There were two groups of ships approaching. Bloody scanner said seven total. That meant a cruiser compliment to equal his own, as well as something heavier, something capable of orbital bombardment with nuclear shells... What the hell was a battle cruiser doing here? Damn company must have pulled strings to reassign that kind of resources. He left the APC he'd been using for a command center to watch them land, might as well get a look at the type of men he was going to have to deal with. The dropships came in, their touchdowns nearly in unison their APC's exiting quickly in an orderly fashion. Whoever was running the show kept a tight ship it would seem. Now he really hated them.
“Where the hell am I?” She said
Of course it sounded something closer to Muhnnngh, but she could be forgiven for that. She felt like shit, her head aching every time her heart beat. She was weak too, couldn't tell how long she'd been unconscious. The last thing she could clearly remember was the dropship hitting some turbulence while it tumbled in the air. Now she lay flat on her back on a metallic rack she couldn't see anything, the room was black as pitch, when she tried to move she found she was far to dizzy. So she lay there taking stock of her situation. She ran her hands over her body wincing as she found tender areas. She was a mass of bruises. Her brain flashed for a moment back to her dream, she could feel the blush spreading over her, it had been a dream right? Her hand ran over her head and touched the flesh, mending under the foreign medicine. It hit her.
“Oh shit!” She said
The memory of the escape crashed down, she realized what had happened. The warrior had saved her. The complexity of that situation slowly dawned on her when the door opened. There was no mistaking him, his height as he stooped to enter the walk in freezer made it obvious. The way the lean muscle on his body stretched slowly as he extended again to his full height.
“Thanks, I owe my life to you I suppose.” She said
The Ooman was awake, he was pleased her wound had not killed her. She was stronger than he would have thought one of the soft meat could be. He had no idea what she said. He would learn her simple language soon enough. For the moment however, he took his mandible to the controls in his mask and played back what the male in the clearing had said. Her head cocked to the side, he chittered a bit, amused that he had gained such a response simply by playing back a recording. He took his most recent kill and brought it into the chamber, setting it on some variety of rack to dry, he would have preferred to hang it, but this would have to do.
It was strange for her, hearing the Sargent and Dutch talking about her as if she were already dead. Well, she'd known what she'd gotten into, or at least she thought she did. Once he was dead, whoever killed him could do as they wished with his body. However turning the big guy over to human scientists so they could dissect him was not her idea of honor. He moved while the recording played, setting some kind of dead animal carcass on a rack, now that the door was open she had enough light to see that she was in a freezer of some kind. The power was out evidently, otherwise she imagined it would be a bit more inhospitable. She could smell the meat, the thought of eating it made her stomach churn, but she was hungry.
He felt pride as she examined his kill, perhaps when they learned to converse with one another he could explain how he'd learned to hunt the new animal, sprinting after it and taking it down with his hands. So much more satisfying than shooting it.
“Well big guy, just let me know when you cook some of that will you?” She said laying her head back down to rest more. “We'll do introductions a bit more properly when I've had time to rest a bit.” She said
He tilted his head to the side as she lay back down. He was being considerate, but she was taking a long time to heal. If she did not recover soon, he would have to let her die.
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