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Dantia was having the strangest dream. She was floating in a vast, empty space, enveloped in velvet darkness. Every so often random colours and sounds would invade her senses, making her wince with the sudden vividness, and then she'd be left hanging in the blackness once again.
After what seemed like an age, she began to feel sensation in the body she had almost forgotten she had. A dull ache began to filter through, quite the contrast from the floaty nothingness she had been feeling so far. Bits and pieces of what had happened slowly filtered into her detached mind. As the information returned to her, she concluded that she was most probably not dead, and just unconscious. Once she realised this, it was like a switch had been flicked to 'on' as feeling suddenly began to flood back, swamping her as she was pulled back to the real world by an invisible force.
As Dantia came to, she realised that she was lying on something rather cold. The dull ache she'd been experiencing was coming from her entire body, it felt as if her muscles had taken some hefty punishment - like she'd overdone it at the gym or something.
Managing to pry reluctant eyes open, she squinted at what appeared to be a ceiling of some kind, which she concentrated on, striving to bring its grey surface into focus. Still somewhat detached from the real world, Dantia pondered the meaning of the existence of a ceiling. She decided that it meant she'd been rescued.
Turning her tender-feeling head slowly, Dantia struggled to see the rest of the room she was apparently in. Wherever she was, it was painfully bare. Her fuzzy sight finally landed on what appeared to be a humanoid figure to her left, and she blinked several times, trying to bring it into clarity. Whatever it was, it wasn't moving. Slowly her eyes cleared, and she could see it better. It looked familiar. She blinked some more. Her eyes widened suddenly as her brain caught up.
'Predator!' Her mind screamed at her. But how was that possible? They didn't actually exist, right?
Yet she couldn't deny that there most definitely seemed to be one right next to her. Her mind chose that moment to remind her of the moments leading up to her crash, flashing the memories up like a bizarre collage. She remembered the odd silouhette in the treeline and felt her stomach drop. Coincidences like that just didn't happen, the figure, the explosion and her ending up here - wherever here was - were connected somehow.
Dantia gawked at the predator for a few more seconds before deciding it was a good time to panic. She managed to half sit up, feeling weak and shaky, and opened her mouth to scream. Nothing came out. So she simply sat there, her mouth hanging open as her brain struggled to process this drastic new development. Eventually she managed to omit a small, pathetic sounding squeak. The predator still hadn't moved, and she began to wonder if it was even real.
Well, if he wasn't going to move, then she was out of here. It seemed her survival instincts had decided to show up, and she grimaced. Better late than never. Moving as quickly as she physically could - which in her current state admittedly wasn't very fast at all - Dantia lifted herself off the table with her arms and used the rubber heels of her boots to pull her legs to the side of the table and off it. Wiggling her body, she positioned her butt on the edge and the legs of her green combats were pulled up as she slid off the side. Unfortunately it was quite a drop to the floor, and she belatedly realised the table was made for predator-sized things. Her legs jarred as she fell further than anticipated, and she winced. Steadying herself, she looked up and over the table at the predator. Now that she was down and on the floor, she could see just how tall it was. It still hadn't budged though, and that confused her.
Maybe it was going to wait for her to reach the door and rip out her spine or something. She blanched at the mental image that brought up, and quickly shoved it out of her mind. Forcing her unsteady legs to move, she wobbled over towards what appeared to be a doorway of some kind, passing the immobile predator cautiously on the way. Just before she could reach it however, a large hand fell on her shoulder, and the predator it belonged to let out a series of clicks and rattles from behind her.
Well, at least she was still in possession of her spine.
Taking a deep breath, Dantia turned around to face the predator. Or rather its toned ebony midriff. Her knees wobbled threateningly under her and she quickly grabbed onto the nearest solid object, which happened to be one of the predator's rather large forearms. The alien tensed immediately at her touch. Swallowing nervously, Dantia glanced up at its face, which was quite a way above her own head and hidden behind a foreboding black mask.
It had made no other move since it had restrained her, and appeared to be just studying, waiting for her to make the next move. Dantia stood there, helpless. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. What to do now? If it wanted her dead then it would have dispatched her already, surely? There would have been no regaining consciousness if that were the case.
Her eyes wandered over his mask as she decided what to do, taking in every detail. They traced the elegant patterns etched into the black material, very tribal-like, and the colour of fresh blood. The markings spiraled up the sides of his mask and ended at the temples. In the centre of the forehead was a different mark. It looked like a crescent moon with a single spiral nestled in its curve, so the whole thing formed a circular shape. Where his mouth would be, there were grinning fangs engraved in the same blood-red colour. The mask itself extended into what looked like a crest over the top of the predator's head. From behind this sprouted thick, glossy black dreadlocks, many of which were decorated with silver rings. He really was quite an intimidating sight. What was that faint sticky residue on his mask though? She caught a whiff of sweet smelling scent... it almost smelt like... fruit?
Dantia blinked suddenly and mentally slapped herself in the face. What was she doing? There was an alien standing right in front of her, and she was just staring zombiefied at it. Concussion certainly did strange things to your survival instinct. She was in no position to do anything here, and he hadn't killed her… yet. Releasing a small sigh, she allowed herself to relax a bit and lowered her eyes, signaling to the predator that she wasn't about to try anything suicidal.
The predator clicked at her again, and lifted its free arm. He paused as Dantia flinched slightly at the movement, then gently tapped her forehead with the tip of his talon, clicking some more. Peering up at him under lowered eyelids, Dantia could see he had cocked his head quizzically to one side, and appeared to be waiting for something. She looked up, confused.
"I uh... can't understand you." She offered, her voice hoarse.
The predator considered her for a moment with his head still tilted, then carefully prised her small, cold hands off his arm. Making sure she had her feet, he strode towards the doorway. At the threshold, he turned to face her and beckoned with one claw.
"Follow." Then he disappeared around the corner.
The vocalization was a shock. The voice had been deep and rather gruff, but he had undeniably just used her own language. Dantia's mouth twitched into a lopsided smirk. What a fine situation she'd gotten herself into, and it looked like her only viable option was to play along.
Gathering her willpower, she took a few shaky steps forward, and then paused as a wave of dizziness washed over her. After a couple of seconds, she managed to take the last few steps to the doorway and grasped the cold metal frame for support. Peering round in the direction the predator had gone, she was greeted by a long, barren-looking metal corridor, the giant frame of the alien striding ahead. She frowned. Where the hell was she?
Stepping outside the room she'd been in, her boots hit metal grid flooring. Following the predator, she ran one hand along the wall to steady herself as she walked slowly towards the next door, feeling the cold metal under her fingertips. She glanced up as she passed underneath a light. It was a smooth oval pebble shape about the size of an avocado, opaque white and giving off a bright glow. Her tired eyes reflexively skittered away as the brightness stung. Looking ahead, she could see that there were several more of them dotted along the walls. She couldn't help smiling faintly - they were quite pretty. Not what she would have expected at all.
Reaching the point where the predator had disappeared, Dantia peeped through the doorway. As she did so, the predator stepped back out of the room. He gestured for her to enter, and she complied, unwilling to provoke him just in case he was entertaining the idea of killing her. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw him touch something outside on the wall, and the door slid closed, effectively sealing her in.
Well… there went any chance of escape, she thought wryly, and and proceeded to scan the room she was in. It appeared to be a bedroom of some sort. In one corner was a rather large bed, heaped with luxurious looking fur skins. In her current state it looked like pure heaven, and she was already itching to snuggle up in it and hibernate her way into the next millennia, despite having a deadly alien on the other side of the door. There were some storage crates over to her right, bundled up against the wall. Apart from those and the bed, the room was otherwise somewhat bare. Heading towards the large pile of furs, she passed over a considerably large fur rug and she was suddenly conscious of her dusty boots. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Dantia carefully kicked them off and shoved them over to one side with her foot. She briefly contemplated stripping down to her underwear but decided against it, glancing over at the door. Her shirt and combats were not going to save her from death if it came for her, but it made her feel less vulnerable to keep them on.
Dantia leaned back into the furs with a heavy sigh, swinging her legs up and onto the bed. She managed to pull a fur over her before she slipped into the welcome embrace of sleep.
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In the opposite room, Mor'che was sitting on the edge of his bed, furiously scrubbing away at his beloved mask. His mind was swirling as he chewed over what he had just done. Even putting her in the spare room! After a few minutes of muttering to himself about being a stupid pauk-de, he considered what to about the little ooman.
Nodding to himself in satisfaction, Mor'che held up his shiny clean mask and studied it with a critical eye. Much better. He clipped it back on and activated the tech, bringing up the coordinates for the corpses of the badbloods and heading out of the door. He stopped briefly to pick up his glaive from the medical room, then strode down the corridor to the main hatch. He paused on the threshold and glanced back at the spare room as the ship's ramp descended, then disappeared into the night.
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