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Dantia stretched languidly amid a mound of warm furs. Her muscles ached less than they had a few hours ago, the sleep and warmth having helped to ease them somewhat. Her eyelids snapped open as she remembered exactly where she was, pupils nested within hazel rings contracting as they encountered the ship's muted lighting. She sat up, drawing her legs up and over the side of the bed in one smooth motion and stood. Her boots were where she'd left them so she pulled them on, all the while thinking about her situation. The whole thing seemed so unreal, but wherever she was – she assumed it was a ship of some kind given what she'd seen - was testament to its reality. And the memories…. She shook her head to clear it; the situation was indeed very, very real. She had to meet this 'Mor'che' predator and find out what exactly he intended to do with her.
Dantia palmed the control for the door a little apprehensively, not sure if it would work for her or not, but the metal panel slid open with barely a whisper and she stepped into the corridor. A nervous glance up and down assured her it was empty and she headed towards one of the large hatchways situated at either end of the corridor. After a moment she paused, listening. A string of muted, uneven thudding noises were coming from behind her, where the other hatchway was situated. She turned, one hand resting on the cold wall in an unconscious effort to steady her nerves as the hatch opened. For a second Mor'che was framed in the doorway, the brilliant early morning sunlight outside reducing his form to a detail-less silhouette. She heard the whump again, much louder this time, and realized it was weapons fire. Then Mor'che was falling like a huge, felled tree, and landed face down and unmoving in front of her.
Dantia darted to the side of him, quickly assessing the round, smoking blister of a wound on his shoulder blade. Who would attack a predator? She stuck a cautious head round the frame, not seeing anything at first, but then there was a ripple in the air a few hundred yards off at the edge of the tree line and another predator uncloaked. He was huge, even at this distance, and he stood there boldly, his pale milky white skin making him stand out starkly against the green vegetation. She guessed that he knew she was there. He could probably see her with his mask. The fact that he hadn't tried to shoot her face off meant that he probably just didn't see her as worth killing. But then didn't these guys just kill for fun? Maybe he had an ulterior motive... Her mind whirled and she gulped with apprehension as he began to stride towards the ship.
She wasn't going to let him just kill them both - or whatever he had in mind - he hadn't given Mor'che a fatal wound, and she had a feeling a guy like that didn't miss a kill if he didn't want to. Gritting her teeth, Dantia grasped Mor'che's outflung forearm - god it was like trying to grab a tree trunk - and pulled, trying to get his legs inside the ship. He barely budged. A quick glance outside told her that she'd better get a move on, and she tried again, her rising panic lending her strength. Inch by painful inch she dragged Mor'che along the deck, until finally his feet were inside. She leaped over his prone form and raced to the hatch controls. A plethora of buttons greeted her eyes, and she stretched up to palm the one that was a big red circle. The ramp began to retract, and she stood back, willing it to go faster. The white predator had seen what was happening and he picked up his pace, his sheer size and surprising burst of speed making him a formidable sight. With only a few meters to go, the ramp finished retracting and the hatch door slid shut, sealing the other predator out.
Dantia fervently hoped that there were no controls on the other side that were accessible to the giant, white monster of a predator. She relaxed a fraction and leant against the wall, her heart still trying to burst its way out of her ribcage after the heady rush of adrenaline. Thankfully there was no sign of the hatch opening. Her gaze dropped to the predator in front of her and a glint of metal in the back of his thigh caught her attention. She dropped to his side in a crouch and inspected it with a frown. About an inch long, it protruded from the skin of his thigh, three curved metal fins gripping a metal lozenge core. Her frown deepened; it looked to her like a dart of some kind. It would certainly explain why Mor'che had dropped like that, the wound on his shoulder wasn't that bad.
The whump of weapons fire greeted her ears again, if muffled, and she swallowed a surprised scream. Dantia looked around frantically, then dropped to Mor'che's side, shaking the body with as much force as she could muster. To no avail, he was out cold. She reached for the dart, nearly losing her nerve when her fingers brushed the cool surface. She pinched it between thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp tug. Surprisingly, it came free without protest, a needle as long as the main body sliding smoothly out of muscle and skin. She scooted back, half expecting him to explode into violent movement, but he didn't so much as twitch. She slipped the dart carefully into her pocket and stood, a second bout of weapons fire making her jump.
Dantia dithered for a moment, then with a flash of determination headed for the other hatch. The door opened at her frantic button-pushing, and she ran inside, stopping to survey the room. Directly in front of her was a chair and several screens hanging above it, each one displaying different things. Below these were three terminals arranged in a semicircle in front of the chair. The middle one of these was the biggest, and she headed over for a closer look, scooting round the chair to see better. The controls were in an alien language - naturally - and she scowled. The spikey harsh looking alphabet was entirely undecipherable to her, and she didn't have time to study it in any detail. It was divided into three strips, which she pondered. It was possible that the left controls were for initialising, the middle ones were for in-flight alterations, and the right hand side ones for landing and docking controls. In reality she knew her guesses were stabs in the dark in the most extreme and dangerous way. She hoped fervently there wasn't a self-destruct option amongst them.
After a moments decision, she decided that she'd try based on her theory. There wasn't much other choice. It was either that or have the other predator bust his way in and start killing. She took a deep breath, tucked a strand of wayward hair behind her ear and pressed the first button on the left. Nothing happened. She tried the second, and a window popped up on the overhead display screen. It had two flashing options, and she quickly found the corresponding symbols on the terminal. A yes or no option perhaps? She took a gamble – she didn't really have much to lose at this point anyway - and hit the right hand one. She jumped as a roaring rumbling sound started in the bowels of the craft. Engines? Had she managed to engage them? She glanced back at the screen and noticed it was displaying a diagram of her solar system. Dantia bit her lip and hit the right button again. This time a big red flashing window popped up, but she quickly hit the right button again, and it disappeared.
Dantia felt a slight vibration in the floor and ran to the window at the front of the room. She gasped in amazement as she realised the ship was taking off, the ground dropping away below her and the trees whipping violently about in the backdraft. A blast of energy raced out of nowhere, exploding into blue crackling light on the window and she yelped in surprise and jerked back. Risking a quick look out, she saw the pale predator had retreated to the tree line once again and was firing wildly at the ship.
It was to no avail though; the craft was ascending rapidly now and gaining altitude at an exponential rate. Dantia gazed out of the window, hardly daring to believe that she was on an alien craft that was leaving Earth. She was already passing though the cloud layers, which parted like fine mist before the bowed head of the spaceship. A minute or two later and the ship was at the edge of the stratosphere. The Earth dropped away, a blue glow on its heavily curved horizon and Dantia gazed out at her shrinking home for a few minutes in pure awe, before with a guilty start she remembered Mor'Che.
There were no hugely obvious indicators that they were moving, now the engines weren't working hard to escape the clutches of the atmosphere, but there was an almost undetectable, delicate vibration to the deck under her boots as she worked her way back towards the fallen predator.
He was exactly the same as when she'd left him. Dantia sighed. She couldn't leave him face down on the floor - that would just be rude. She crouched down beside him and slid a hand tentatively under his collarbone. It felt weird, touching an alien like this. His skin was slightly rubbery under her fingertips, and very warm. She braced herself and pulled his torso up off the ground. She swiveled him around until he was facing the corridor wall, and dragged him towards it. Carefully putting him down, she pushed him over onto his butt, so that he was facing the right way. Dantia gently leaned him up against the grey metal of the wall and regarded him critically. Whatever had been in that dart was probably enough to knock out a whole herd of elephants.
She sighed again and left him there to go look for a blanket or something to cover him up. It was pretty warm, but he looked odd, almost vulnerable sitting there like that - even if he was a predator. She went back to the room where she had been sleeping and tugged a furry skin off the bed, bundling it into an untidy ball in her arms and marching back down the corridor with it. She let it drop into a sheet when she reached him, the top corners held in her hands, and draped it over his lower half.
With that done, she was at a loss what to do next. The bridge was useless to her - there was nothing she could do there now except perhaps accidentally blow them up. That left exploring the other rooms. She headed to the one nearest to her on the left, determined to keep busy lest she have a nervous breakdown. It opened at the touch of a button, and she found herself in what appeared to be a supply room of sorts. A stark metal bed was on her left, with boxes stacked underneath. A device that on closer inspection looked like a scanner of some sort had been left on the bed. To the right were several lockers, each one taller than her and a bit wider. She didn't know what was in them, but decided it was probably something dangerous. There were various other crates and boxes stacked against the far wall that held miscellaneous supplies that she peered at curiously but didn't dare touch. Turning to leave, she realized with a start that this was where she had originally woken up. She hadn't recognized it at first, but now she was facing the door it brought the memory to vivid life in her mind. A faint, wry smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she traced a circle on the metal bed with a fingertip. It didn't seem like mere hours ago that she was in here, more like several days. She hovered for a few moments, remembering, before deciding to have a poke around elsewhere.
The room opposite opened for her also; it seemed that Mor'che didn't lock his doors. The uncluttered, open room was obviously a training area of sorts - a large, square, thin mat took up the centre of the room, easily big enough for two grown predators to spar on, and various combat weapons decorated the walls. There were lockers in this room too, and she was in no doubt about their contents. All in all the room was clean and practical. It reminded her of a traditional dojo in its simplicity.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when there was a bellow of rage from the hallway. Running to the doorway, she had hit the button before even thinking that it might not be a good idea. The door slid open and she was face to face with one very angry predator. The snarling mask regarded her and for a second, she truly feared for her life. His hands were balled into fists, and she could see the tremors of rage in the corded muscles of his arms. Dantia swallowed nervously, her throat suddenly dry, and took a step backwards.
"What did you do, ooman?" he growled at her at last, his gravelly voice carefully controlled.
Dantia lifted her chin, "I dragged you in, shut the hatch, pulled the dart out of you and made the ship take off." She'd be damned if he was going to let him intimidate her any further.
Mor'che's glassy mask-eyes glinted as he tipped his head a touch, "Dart?"
"The other one of your kind shot you with it."
"What?!" he growled again, "Dirty little pauk'de. I will skin him alive for this."
Dantia had no doubt that he'd do just that if he ever caught him, and a prickly shiver ran up her spine. These guys didn't mess around. She pulled the dart from her pocket and offered it to him.
He paused, then deftly plucked it from her fingers, studying it silently through the blood-red eyes of his mask.
"This is what we use to tranquilize prey when we transport them to game worlds," He said finally.
Dantia saw then that the pale predator had sough to humiliate and dishonour the one in front of her, and she said as much.
He regarded her curiously, "Yes little ooman, that is so. He shall pay for this."
Dantia gulped at the scrutiny, "So... you're going back?" She felt a swell of hope in her chest.
"No. He will be long gone."
No? Then how would she get back? Unless, of course... he wasn't planning to take her back. She was just one unlucky human who had got mixed up in the wrong thing. Realisation struck and she felt a peculiar calm wash over her.
"You're going to kill me, aren't you."
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