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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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Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Seven: All the best Violence

She watched him come, he was a mess of cuts and bruises even from a distance, his mask had a long scratch at an awkward angle. She marveled that he could still move, let alone stalk as if he hadn't been injured at all. He held the tip of a bug tail in his left hand, it was as elongated and as wide as her palm at the base.

“So the bitch is dead, well done.” She said

He put his hand on her shoulder in that odd way he did from time to time. Then let her lead him into the ship.

From the cockpit she watched as the planet rushed by in a blur. She sent the nimble craft rocketing through the air toward the south. She wanted as much planet between her little frigate and the Space Marine warships in orbit as possible. It was not long before she put several hundred kilometers between herself and whatever variety of pursuit the company had awaiting them in space. She brought the vessel into an abrupt climb straight up out of the atmosphere and into the black. The nearby moon shown red in the light from it's sun.

She programmed the computer with a short jump away from the little world and sat back as the ship lurched into slip space. She was almost sorry to watch it go as it almost instantly dissipated to a pinprick and then vanished from the view screen.

After a brief time the ship slipped back into normal space. She chose a populated planet at random which had a decent sized star port and punched in the coordinates. She didn't want to look to closely for fear she would pick something predictable. She was after all, now a fugitive.

Space was much as it always had been for him. A void unmystical and inconvenient. Something to separate him from what it was he sought. Usually that was a simple enough desire. The warmth of a female pressed up against him. The thrill of the hunt. Now he found himself perplexed in a way he had never known. He was different than the warrior he had been. His life inexorably changed simply by his current companions.

He stood in the cramped cockpit staring out the gunner's viewfinder at the bleak expanse of stars. His female, this pack's leader he noted with pride, took to the controls for her routine checks she ran at the beginning of every cycle. The little computer on the wall continued to drone at him. It was saying something about ancient Ooman history, somewhere called Baghdad where their ancestors had begun to learn the folly of allowing a vanquished foe to live. He spent each of these mornings with the machine, he was getting much better at the Ooman language, and their history was interesting enough. They had been nomadic steppe tribes before moving into large groups having mastered the hunt of all animals on their world. They soon began to prey on each other, battling over the rights to the hunting grounds and the honor to breed the females. It boggled his mind the scale of such encounters, he had heard of his own race exterminating other lesser species due to hostile advances on the latter's part. Never however had he heard of a race who willfully put itself in a position where protracted armed conflict against it's own kind permeated the entire ten thousand cycle written history of it's people. He shook his head slightly, a decidedly Ooman gesture and went back to his studies.

In the evenings it was his turn. Pyode Jehdin was slowly picking up hand talk, and he would see that she knew it as well as he did before he was done. She would need it to survive, wherever they went there would always be danger for her. If they stumbled on his people in a hunt, they would find themselves the prey. Nightly after they had finished their sessions they went down to the ship's small training unit. It was simple, weighted bars in various sizes, and a running machine. He had taken the liberty of reprogramming their simple computer so the artificial gravity could be turned up twice as high for his sessions. His female had even began to jog on the machine under those circumstances. Her tenacity was impressive.

Despite the improvements in their social situation he was bothered by the slowness of their travel. He had checked the charts his female had programed in, they were scheduled to make landfall in three standard weeks. Yet the distance they were traveling couldn't have been a tenth of the way across the galaxy. How these Oomans managed interstellar trade was beyond him.

The other Oomans had become accustomed to his presence, the other female took his existence as a matter of course and seemed to understand his place in the pack better than the males. They still bristled when his female pressed herself against him as she was wont to do. Yet they would not challenge him for her. He knew that from their scent, they just weren't used to being supplanted by a more dominant male.

Mallan walked onto the bridge of the frigate to check to make sure everything was running smoothly. The big guy was staring out the viewfinder and listening to more educational files, it sounded like history this morning. Mallan spared him a nod before walking over to Kara.

“Everything's fine sarge, go relax or workout or something.” She said without turning.

“Can't help myself really, I feel so...” He said

“Tell me about it, why do you think I check the instruments every day like this?” She said “Routine helps with the cabin fever.”

“Big guy seems fine,” He said nodding toward the giant alien

“He doesn’t get anxious like us, mainly he's just bored and wishes the trip would go faster, or at least I think that's what he's told me.” She said swiveling the pilot's chair to face him.

He was still caught off guard yet he should have known by now. She wore not a stitch more than the slings necessary to carry her firearms. Her beautiful frame hardened by her ordeals and by her strict training and those ridiculously improbable breasts to top it off.

“What are you looking at Sargent?” She asked, a smile creeping across her face.

“I could use a pint...” He said before turning and walking out the way he came in. “or five.”

Kara turned back to the viewport facing where they were going. Klyndathu 626 was a backwater outpost. However it would have the provisions they would need. Also it would give Mallan and the others a chance to get off the ship and go about their business. For all their temporary approval of her big friend, she could see the tension in the men when they were around him. It was that, and having them around was putting a serious damper on her sex life.

As the weeks passed Kara found herself understanding the Yautja language with increasing ease. Ka'ja'rand began to tell her of his people they had lost the beginnings of their history, they didn't even know which world their people had originated from. For generations out of memory they had traveled across the stars as a nomadic society. Split into small clans of males and then great world ships where the females resided and ruled the people. She was astonished when he spoke of their females on several counts. First that the females were taller and stronger by a good margin. Second was the separation of their society's, the males hunted in their small clans, fathers and sons, training a warrior caste while the females lived apart, hunting at their leisure and raising the next generation. Encounters with the opposite sex were few, and invariably fertile. She found herself shocked to find that her new mate was a father several times over. She found it interesting that a species so radically advanced had yet to discover birth control. Which seemed to be an appalling and altogether foreign concept to the big guy.

She also intensified her physical training. She got to the point where she could sprint two hundred meters at two times standard gravity. Which all things considering was a rather impressive feat. Ka'ja'rand had also taken the time to begin sparing with her in earnest. Whether to keep his edge or to hone hers she wasn't sure. However he made a point of it. So it was every night she went to bed nestled up against his huge form with fresh bruises. She liked it, it was far more fulfilling than any military exercise program she had ever encountered.

To soon by her estimation the ship came out of faster than light drive and hovered over a dusty sphere with dots of green. It wasn't a desert planet, more like a big ball of dirt. Badlands stretching in all directions, with little stands of human inhabitation to brighten it and make it seem less... stark. The one spaceport was on the far end of the planet. She took the Comet in slowly bringing up the intercom.

“Rise and shine, it's your captain speaking, we're about to hit atmo so grab your shit and get ready to hit the pavement.” She said, keying off the switch with that characteristic squawk that all such machines have. She sensed Ka'ja'rand come onto the bridge but didn't bother to look his direction, he would already have his shift suit engaged. She busied over the controls while she listened to the others further in the ship nattering about and moving gear. They'd split the arsenal down the middle, Mallan and Dutch got their portions and would most likely sell them to less than savory characters before venturing out into the galaxy to do who knows what.

“So you really mean to go?” Asked Sarah from the hatch.

She'd gotten to like the big guy, and Kara suspected the woman felt like she had some kind of debt to her as well.

“Better to split off before Mallan and I are no longer on speaking terms.” Said Kara

“Oh, he can't help it, you know how men get.” She said

“Exactly why I'm leaving with Ka'ja'rand and putting space between us, I like the man, but his intentions have shifted ever since he stopped being core and started being his own person.” She said

The conflict would be inevitable, Mallan had a dominant personality. Wasn't particularly fond of her new boyfriend, and was obviously starting to hinge on making a move on her when the big guy wasn't present. Normally she'd deal with the situation on her own, however Ka'ja'rand's little lessons on Yautja culture left her realizing that any obvious advance by the man would be seen as a challenge to the big guy. Kara simply didn't want to see that skull among her mate's trophies.

“I don't understand.” Said Sarah sighing.

Dutch came up behind her scooping an arm around her waist resting his hand over her stomach. There was a brief fear in her eyes, replaced by contentment when it happened. Her ordeals left a scar on her all right, however she was coping better than most would have.

“Kara, how long will you be docked up dirtside?” He asked

As long as it takes to get munitions and enough fuel to move this bird far enough away from here that Ka'ja'rand won't kill the population one by one for food she thought. Her male was chafing at the meals the processor was making, he would love a fresh slab of bloody meat. Any meat.

“Three days or less if I can get what I need for the right price.” She said aloud

“Fair enough, take care of yourself out there,” He said

“Keep your guns loaded.” She replied

He nodded and left the cabin, Sarah followed him out. Ka'ja'rand stood where he'd been during the exchange, he was running his hand over the controls on his status panel. The plasma caster only had forty percent of its original charge left. He would need a new energy cell before long, that would mean confronting other Yautja. An encounter he was not looking forward to. Pyeode Jehdin's scent wafted over to him, she was anxious on this rising. He could sympathize, her heat had ended and she was not carrying his child. Surely she knew that their species were incompatible?

“There will be children, this I Ka'ja'rand of the Mal'al'taren hunters swear to you.” He said

She looked in his direction her face stretching oddly as it did into that elongated shape that showed her teeth. He was glad she was pleased. He hoped she would cope with the genetic alterations well. It could change the balance of one's body. Completely altering physical characteristics and even mental patterns. He had seen over zealous males who had reduced themselves to mindless killing machines half again their normal size that had to be put down. Or in even worse cases, they'd stepped out of the equipment female. For now he contented himself to waiting, watching her, she would signal him when her need was on her again.

The port broke from two rocky outcroppings spilling out between them, a small river running off to the east from one of the sets of hills scattered the only green to be viewed from the air. The city if it could be called that had a ruddy rusted color of disuse however it bustled with a measure of activity. A few air cars buzzed about and a rig attached umbilicals two no less than eight space craft of different designs. One of which was a large freighter hull pockmarked from impacts with different space debris. The city itself couldn't have supported more than twenty thousand or so people. It was perfect, a good place to offload men who could make themselves useful in spacing ventures and had reason to avoid military regulation. Kara smiled down at the little dustbin, playfully named Fertile Ven. No building save the port structure itself extended further than four stories in the air, the city had the look of not having seen cooperate hands or government interest in its entire existence.

The Comm chirped to life and a drab garbed fat man with a prodigious mustache came live amid static waves and a distortion which pixelated the screen.

“Yeh, whattle it be eh?” He said

“Berth, for no more than a week, and provisions.” Said Kara to the face that quite possibly looked more bored then initially.

“Business or pleasure then?” Said the drooping fellow

“Both hopefully.” She said, it in what she hoped passed for a usual independent spacer's flighty disinterest. She doubted it passed however. She had noticed a distinct lack of emotion in her tone recently when talking to other humans. She surmised that once you've eaten a species it's hard to empathize with them. Though the man on the other end of the comm would not have even rated digestion as far as she was concerned. He looked three shades south of diseased.

“Check your tracker mam, it will guide you to a suitable landing pad, rate's three fiddy creds daily and we boot your boat to see you pay.” He said

“Fair enough” She said, greedy fuckers. Three hundred fifty credits was half a week's decent salary most places. Being an independent space ship owner must cost more than she'd imagined.

Kara brought the ship in slowly, casually if possible. She'd never had a pilot's exam, she simply was relying on gut instinct, innate talent and highly tuned reflexes. Evidently the traffic controller's couldn't tell the difference. The beacon brought her to a landing pad with a large sprayed on yellow X in a circle of the same paint. It was smaller than she would have liked yet she had little say in the matter. The landing was less than smooth. She extended the landing gear and brought the ship down nose first the front gear caught the impact and then the aft thunked down after with a bit of a crashing noise.

Kara tried her best to look like she meant to do that as she turned toward Ka'ja'rand. He merely clicked his mandibles slightly exasperated. She unbuckled the pilot's harness and walked down the grating past him and out the steps into the main hall. Dutch and Sarah were there talking to Mallan, they would all try to get work on the same ship.

Her worry however wasn't them finding employment it was how she was dressed. The spare spacer's uniform she'd found in the storage compartment didn't fit her all that well and was a far cry from her recent state of undress. It was baggy across the shoulders and tight on her chest to the point where the zipper wouldn't go up past her breasts. Being a jumper it was also baggy in the legs but fit her ass snuggly.

“Damn clothes designed for some small male bean pole son of a bitch...” She muttered as the hatch opened onto the platform. The umbilical already attached itself to the port on the starboard side of the vessel it pulsed oddly as the viscous goo that created atmosphere in the ship got pumped into the tank. The Goo was one of the last inventions the Company could actually be proud of. It was organic and better yet produced by bacteria. Smaller boats like the Comet had to rely on fuel stations to keep their inhabitants breathing, a full tank could keep the ship in the space lanes for months however. Luckily the pirates had kept the boat well stocked, so there wouldn't be to large a bill.

Kara could feel Ka'ja'rand behind her as she walked through the city she'd left her pulse rifle on the ship along with her portion of the loot from the pirate camp. She still carried her pistol in a right hand cross draw on her left hip. Her knife was in a wrist sheath aside from that however she was unarmed. To use military terms, her kit felt light. The atmosphere here had a smell of decay, slightly acrid to the nose and dry. It was an odd combination but every planet was different.

At the base of the dock they parted ways, the others were headed out to search for jobs as well as a merchant which would purchase the amount of military grade hardware they had to unload. That would normally be a difficult task. Here however she got the feeling it wouldn't be to terribly hard to unload contraband regardless of it's legal implications.

Merchants had stalls and shops all along the main thoroughfares, spotted with the normal collection of bars and other such facilities. Body Modification parlors and promising implants that not only looked good, but had alternate functions such as improving orgasm or increasing adrenaline output. Kara was intrigued by that and stepped into one.

Ka'ja'rand stepped in through the open doorway leaning forward to avoid scraping his head on the entry. The air here was slightly acidic and left his skin dry. He hoped they would not be staying long. His female was emitting all kinds of pheromones all at once. He could understand how such a place could overwhelm her. He was here to watch her back however, not speculate on the social interactions of her species.

Behind the counter sat a robust female with highly over developed mammary glands. Her hair was shaped into two jagged ridges on her skull and the glint of several metal implants on her face and other parts of her body were evident. Some variety of tribal elder perhaps? However her scent was complete musk as if she was primed to breed right then and there. There were no male's present however so Ka'ja'rand was confused by the information his scent receptors was providing him.

The bigger female greeted his mate warmly extending her hand in greeting. Pyode Jehdin took it firmly, the mating scent increased. Could the female's intentions be directed at his mate? An interesting thought, however it was absurd, how would they reproduce after all?

“Hello then love, what can Mama Gee do to you?” Said Mama Gee from her stool behind the counter.

Kara gave her a quick once over. Mid forties, heavily modified, septum piercing, topped with a bright neon pink double mohawk forming a horseshoe crest across the back of her head. She was nearly plump, her breasts over large and looking to be fake filled out a corset top of black front laced in plum she wore a skirt to match. Kara almost wondered if the woman had indeed been a woman all her life judging solely by the hands.

“I'm interested in adrenal implants, tell me how they work and what the cost is.” She said

“Well the my dear.” Began the Woman “They run a pretty credit, we've got types ranging from two thousand to ten. As to how they work, the low end ones only have so much juice, the high end on the other hand use nutrients from your own body to produce the chemical. We sell all types from the type runners use to augment their systems to the type junkies use to get their rocks hard when they jump out of grav cars. Depends on what sinks your ship eh?”

“I want the type that uses my body to produce the drug, and I want the strongest longest lasting dose that won't cause my body detrimental side effects.” Said Kara

“We can do that deary, I'll even discount it for you since I don't get patients that look like you very often.” Said Mama Gee with a wink and a grin. “Best we can do based on what you asked for is two Juan Palent units. These implant right below your clavicle, they look like a second crest of bone. Bad news is that even with the discount they aren't cheap. Now don't fuck about because my prices don't negotiate, this will run you twelve thousand for the pair and I'm cutting two thousand from my profits because you've got a pretty face.”

Kara smiled, she had less than half that in her military account.

“I'll be back this evening after I unload my cargo and we'll get this done.” She said

Finding a buyer for the guns and munitions took longer than Mallan thought it would. The city seemed packed with scum, they also seemed rather unwilling to buy anything that had to do with the military, much less from men who screamed fresh out of the service. Their buyer in the end was a dwarf who's store said it specialized in rare goods. The man's name was Murdoc, and Murdoc had more heat in his back storage unit than anyone had a right to.

“So it's a combined sixty thousand for the pulse rifles, eighty for the two smart guns, and another ten for the combined ammunition.” Quoted Sarah again, she hadn't been happy about the pricing. “You two do realize that one, just one of those pulse rifles sells for more than we are getting for the entire collection?”

“Considering the effort that went into finding someone willing to purchase the goods to begin with the prices we got aren't too bad. It's half a year's salary for each of us and for Kara too.” Said Dutch

Mallan gave him a look, “We should take her share and get out of here now. Trouble will follow that girl long as she has her friend with her.”

Dutch looked right back, his eyes attempting to seep seriousness. The other man broke his gaze first. Mallan had been saying similar things to that for the last four days of the trip. Dutch knew the reasoning. It was hard not to notice exactly what kind of woman Kara was. Especially when she wore not a stitch more than her holster and her obvious caresses of the giant... well they left little room for guess work as to their companionship. Hell if she wanted to bone the giant, sure, she had saved Sarah's life and ended, brutally that of at least one of her rapists. The thought made Dutch smile. Kara had blown out the man's knees with her rifle then taken shots at his equipment before riddling his lower torso with holes. Dutch could respect that in a woman.

They continued down the street, up on credits, in good spirits. Kara contacted them over a comm unit later asking for her portion of the funds. She asked them to meet her at one of the local watering holes.

Ka'ja'rand was assaulted on all sides by a myriad of languages being spoken. The bar was a completely Ooman preoccupation. No self respecting Yautja would imbibe chemicals that did anything other than augment his performance. The idea of purposefully consuming things that would make your system function as if poisoned confused the hell out of him.

All around Oomans pursued their Ooskie, and their Berr, drinking the liquids out of different vessels made of a clear crystalline material. His female sat at a vaguely rectangular table made of the pulp of the tall vegetation with leafy canopies that were found on jungle worlds. However he wondered how it had come here, perhaps the Oomans imported it? She had her back to the wall, a glass of Ooskie in front of her, yet she hadn't consumed any of it. He could feel her tension, the room's smells brought everything from mating musk to anger. He could understand her tension. She was watching the doorway to the street when the rest of her pack came in.

Kara watched them come, they moved with that military confidence that said, yes indeed we will continue straight through that wall undeterred. She smiled at that thought, half the bar turned to gaze at the newcomers as the door slid shut behind them. Mallan and Dutch both wore side arms but neither had bothered with heavier arms. Sarah was carrying a bag, most likely it contained a credit voucher for her portion of the sale of their loot. They recognized her and made their way over to her table. They sat down to her right side Dutch closest to her, Mallan on the far end.

The majority of the patrons of the bar went back about their business, few were interested in what was apparently a military affair. A few of the more grizzled members of the crowd kept their eyes up for a bit longer. Military wasn't that far from police after all.

“What can I get you.” Said the over nasal voice of the server which had crept up to the table almost noiselessly, he was one of those oily fellows that seemed to accompany seedy business but would never break into it fully. If you've dealt with the underbelly of society, you've met him. His hair was greased back he had a little pad of paper and a pen. He obviously wasn't here for drink orders, Kara had the feeling his tips came from behind the counter anyway. Hopefully the others would have enough sense to keep quiet about business until those eager ears were out of range.

“Nothing for us we won't be long.” Said Mallan dismissively.

“Bar's for paying customer's only, you need to buy something or get out.” Said Oily

Sarah put a credit voucher in his hand and said something quietly. The man looked at her dully, then his eyes flicked to the voucher, it disappeared quickly into some unknown orifice. His eyes snapped back up to hers, then to the rest of the table, he turned and left without another word.

“The damage?” Asked Kara when the man was out of earshot.

“37500 each, even split.” Said Dutch

“Piss poor prices for a piss poor port.” Said Kara

“We were looking for fast, not trying to draw attention to what we were carrying.” Said Sarah pointedly.

“It will have to do, I would like my portion now.” Said Kara

Sarah slid a credit voucher her way, the digital display showed the balance, it was more than enough based on her needs. She picked it up putting it in one of the breast pockets on her jumpsuit before her eyes flicked to the sudden light as the door opened. She felt her hand reaching for her gun before she even knew what she was doing.

His female suddenly bristled. The men at the door smelled of tension, seven of them filed into the room. Ka'ja'rand looked them over quickly analyzing their weapons. The men formed up back from the table and one of them stood a bit forward. He appeared to be the leader of his pack. Ka'ja'rand understood the difficulty immediately. This was his pack's hunting ground, Kara was more dominant, yet an intruder. He must challenge her for rights to his territory or lose honor in front of his pack. Ka'ja'rand flicked the switch to charge the plasma caster with his mandible and waited, he would take the two on the left trusting his female to kill the leader.

“Do you know who I am?” Said the man in front his voice carrying to the corners of the bar. “I am Castor Creglane, that's who the fuck I am. See I run these here parts, like... you know business wise. You sold goods to a no good thieving prick who thought he could avoid paying my tax.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Asked Mallan

“Well you see his goods are now my goods, and he didn't tax you on your equipment.”

Kara now noticed that the muscle was armed with military pulse rifles, funny how the men in front of her were using weapons she'd pilfered.

“And what tax would that be?' Asked Dutch

“Oh I don't know, the price you got for these toys was pretty good, I'm not interested in changing that, however tax is needed, so I'll just take your ship I suppose?” Said Castor

The pulse rifles raised up in unison to emphasize the man's point. Kara smiled, it was time to hunt. She smacked her hand on the table her whiskey overturning flashed warrior hand speak and said “The Spear is mine, not theirs, and I tax their business not you.” She said

His face twisted into a half sneer half smile, it appeared he was not used to being refused. The guns came up. In that instant the bar erupted.

Pyode Jehdin spoke to him. He was to start the attack, he aimed carefully to maximize the damage the men with the weapons twitched after his mate denied their rights. Ka'ja'rand fired the caster and it took two men in the chest spinning them around showering their friends with boiling blood. His Ooman companions took advantage of the momentary distraction to bring up their small burners they fired at the few men left alive dropping them to the ground in heaps. He scanned the rest of the room, it was coming alive a badly aimed shot splintered the wall near him there was another Ooman with a burner there. His female killed him before scanning the rest of the room. None of the other Oomans moved. They cowered over their drinks, or attempted to hide. His pack stood slowly, and moved toward the entry, Ka'ja'rand followed them, his female flashed more hand talk to him, he reluctantly agreed and did not stop to take the leader to make a trophy. The smaller female knelt next to one of the downed men and removed the man's large burner.

Kara led them to the door way and ducked her head out quickly. It appeared that other than the initial backup in the bar Castor hadn't brought any more goons. The street was clear except for the usual traffic, no one had taken up an alarm. The local law enforcement was nowhere in sight. Kara liked it like that. She led her party away from the building, across a cross street and two blocks away.

“What do we do?” Asked Sarah

“We need off this rock before they impound my ship.” Said Kara, checking a corner hand on the pistol at her hip.

“Fat chance of us finding passage now, that guy probably has connections to all the people we'd be speaking too, who knows who he worked for.” Said Mallan

“We'll come with you if you'll have us Kara.” Said Dutch

The exchange in the den had interested Ka'ja'rand. His own people would have settled the dispute with single combat. The Oomans had strange ways of doing things, albeit effective. He was the first to hear the siren. He was unsure of what it meant. Yet he could smell the tension rolling off of the males in waves. His mate smelled eager.

“What does this noise mean?” He asked

She flashed some hand signs at him quickly that amounted to. “Remain silent, hidden, danger comes.”

He was ready, the Oomans ducked into corners in the alley leaving him in the clear. His view was unobstructed. He could see the hovering vehicle about sixty measures away. Armed Ooman males were descending from its hatchway to the street below. They trotted into cover. Ka'ja'rand waited for his female's command, this was her hunt. He extended his Ki'cti-pa and flicked the charge switch for his caster. The soft meat would provide good quarry. He could taste their flesh already, he hadn't had a kill since they'd left the last planet some time before, the ship's stores of protein were not the same. He would glut himself on them, and save the choice parts for his mate.

Pyode Jehdin motioned him to advance but silently, he assumed she meant to engage the prey at close quarters. He grunted and crossed the street ready for the kill.

Kara watched her mate move across the street, a blur like a heat wave if man shaped he took up position at the far wall. She could see the police talking to some of the men from the bar. The man pointed a shaky hand, the officer snapped his fist up and put two fingers out, his detail advanced down the street, worse the armored personnel carrier followed behind, the turret at the top appeared to sport a Vulcan cannon. Kara didn't intend to see if her training made dodging 20mm rounds possible.

She considered their options quickly. It was then that she looked up and saw the sign out over the street. It said “Gee Force Body Mods.” Kara smiled.

“Dutch get us in that back door, be quiet about it.” She said

Dutch moved to the lock and started seeing about it. Kara spared a moment to check what he was doing when the shit hit the fan. The patrol had advanced to where Ka'ja'rand stood. Kara could only stare in horror and then burst into action, there wasn't time for anything else.

A small sun winked into existence seemingly out of nowhere and slammed into the side of the apc liquefying the metal and exploding through the compartment.

The squad opened fire in the general direction of the blast. A hail of bullets slammed into the corner where her mate had stood. She saw him now, he'd climbed up the building and was looking down from above. The officers rushed to the alley way slamming into the bullet riddled durocrete and checking their corner. The last one to the wall couldn't look around the corner. He was staring straight at Dutch who was busy with the door.

The man shouldered his weapon shouting something. In that same moment several things happened. Kara shouldered her pulse rifle and fired a grenade at the three men. Dutch broke through the door, and Ka'ja'rand jumped down from the building landed on the smoldering wreck of the apc then landed on the ground between two more law officers.

They must have heard him, a one hundred eighty kilogram weight landing on metal sandals on tarmac from a three meter height must sound like a car wreck. They spun bringing their weapons up, but he was between them so they saw each other distorted through the cloaking field. They hesitated, it was all he needed. He kicked violently bringing his sandaled foot through the space just below the sternum the weapon went off firing blindly into the air as the man flew upwards only to land with a dull thunk. The other man raised his weapon to fire, realizing the threat, but in that moment the grenade hit the far wall.

The explosion crashed echoed by Mallan's audible “Shit” Kara dove into the street using the confusion from the explosion to drop another policeman, the gun barked shredding the man's chest thorough his body armor and spraying blood on the pavement. She sighted another with his back to her only to watch as blood sprayed while Ka'ja'rand removed his head from his shoulders with a single swipe of his wrist blades. The remaining police had gathered into little pockets attempting to fire in all directions at anything moving.

They did a good job of shooting up the street, but their guns were older and they weren't trained to fight like this. Sarah joined her in clearing the east side of the street while Mallan and Dutch covered the right. Her mate faded in and out of view, yet every time one of them discerned his location it was due to a spray of blood or a scream. There were few officers left, Kara was just beginning to wonder at the situation when it was over. The street was a smoldering ruin. The APC sat there gutted, the patrol lay shattered on the ground she went over to survey the damage to the vehicle while the others moved off the street. Gee's would not do as a hideout, it was too close to the action, and she doubted even the woman's attraction to her would be able to explain the damage to her street.

Ka'ja'rand came up to her, she could feel the heat radiating off him, she lay back against his chest, reveling in him before leading him off the street. Yautja she knew had very few confrontations that didn't end in violence. This was only natural for him. Now getting off the planet would be a different situation all together, it didn't phase her much, she liked a challenge.

Yet there was a prickly feeling building at the back of her neck. Like an overwhelming menace Kara kept her rifle shouldered and scanned the surrounding buildings. Sarah and the rest kept to the shadows keeping cover between themselves and the street. Her mate crouched down in her periphery vision a ghost in the smoke and shadows. Then she saw it.

Mama Gee stood in the front window of her shop staring out at the destruction. Yet she wasn't looking at the wreck of the patrol APC, nor was she looking at Kara's squad. She was staring right at Ka'ja'rand. She wore a curious grin, Kara brought the pulse rifle to bear gazing down the sights just to the left of the woman's sternum. If she knew, she had to die, secrecy was the only way Kara and her mate would be able to survive in this Galaxy. Her finger was depressing the trigger when she heard the sirens. She grunted and cursed.

“Out of the street, space port is north from here, we take the back alleys, no one engages unless we are confronted.” Shouted Kara, before sprinting down a side alley.

Mama Gee stepped away from the triple reinforced window to the front of her hideout. She'd almost wished the girl had fired, it would make what she was going to do much easier. She tapped the comm uplink implant she had in the back of her head and cycled through her listings. Finding the correct person's line was simple as thinking.

“What?” The line in her ear crackled.

“Why Alex my dear, I've a pretty Polly needs catching, and I believe your men might suit nicely.” She said, feeling her arousal building, the skirt she wore felt tight against her cock.

“I don't owe you shit, what's in it for me?” Asked Alex

“Well for one thing I don't string you up and let my pets eat you.” Said Gee “For another love, there's a mint of money in it if we do it right.”

“How much money?” Rasped the voice.

“How does your own planet sound?” She said, as she stepped down the stairs into the back part of her lair. The steps were narrow and the lighting was dim. That was best for her babies though. She would capture that pretty little package. Strap her to a wall, and rape her vicious like for as long as it took her to show. Gee's hard on was twitching painfully it was so stiff yet she ignored the hugely tented skirt and went over to the tank where her lovely one dwelt.

“Sounds like I'll believe it when I'm standing on it.” Said the voice

“Alex my dear, you try my patience, take the girl as I describe to you, and the money will come to us it's rather simple really.” She said

“Fine but if this doesn't work out, I'll do everything in my power to see your sick ass dead.” The line clicked off.

“Hello beautiful,” She said to the head nearly two thirds as wide as her hips. “Mama's going to bring you dinner soon, plump and fat with child, you'll like that won't you my pretty?”

The huge constrictor simply lounged near it's pool as snakes are wont to do. There was a muffled groaning from nearby and Gee's vision turned to her holding cells. Two were empty yet the others held captives. One was just about ripe, six months along already, her belly descended and heavy. She had eight cells, her pretty needed to eat about once a month it was about time to feed her again. She went down the line of cells she could hear the sound of fear palpitating through the room. The girl's cages faced the main tank the could see every new treat for her pet being consumed. Gee took stock of her feeders, they all looked healthy. The furthest along would have to be fed this month. She sighed in expectation.

She was left with a quandary however, the man shape hidden by the cloaking field was too big for a human. What kind of monster was her treat hiding? Her hands found their way inside her corset and she began messaging her large mounds, soft sounds escaped her. Oh yes, it would be delicious to find out.

In another of the tanks on the far side of the room, a black thing it's hardened chitinous flesh looking oily in the dark light hissed at her presence then went back to pacing and attempting to find a way out of its enclosure, spike tail whipping hither and thrither. Mama Gee smiled her mouth a gaping maw, large in her gluttonous pleasure.

Ka'ja'rand kept alert, the soft meat was cunning and subtle. He could hear the searchers in the distance. He longed for another kill. He had bathed his Ki'cti-pa in the blood of no less than four Oomans of this world yet the hunger for the next hunt, the glory and the honor was always there.

He followed his mate, her hips swaying her burner held ready, realizing the danger had not yet passed. Her instincts were good, she was wise in the way of the hunt. The others of her pack seemed to have settled down again, the challenge to her right to her right to lead, and his position as her mate seemed to have abated during the success they had in dispatching their enemies.

Soon their progress led them to the base of the great tower and ship works which serviced the incoming vessels as they did their business on the planet. His mate flashed hand signs to him. He understood and took up a flanking position on the door, it wasn't a moment shy. An APC rolled around the corner its huge burner coming to life and spraying death through the space he'd occupied only a moment before. His adrenaline pounded through his veins. He saw the rest of his pack scattered against the building. The bull male raised his burner and discharged it at the vehicle. A shower of fire and a roar erupted as the explosive slammed into the chassis.

The APC shuddered as if hit with a giant hammer, the front passenger wheel fusing to the huge cavernous dent in the armor plating and the drive train forcing the vehicle to turn then flip onto it's side like a dying beast.

Ka'ja'rand could feel the vibrations in the durocrete from the still revving engine. The back end of the wreck split open and men spilled out into the street. In an instant a hail of hot sparkling rounds from their burners were cutting divots into the surrounding walls and street around him.

His mate called for the pack to retreat into the Ooman structure which they did taking moments to fire into the advancing men to delay their progress up the street. Ka'ja'rand took the rear and followed them into the building then turned to deal with the threat when it came. He could hear the Oomans outside shouting commands at one another. They advanced cautiously like stalking beasts. Here was a different prey than any he had encountered in the galaxy. They smelt like agitated prey animals yet moved with a coordination only seen in predator packs. It was a quandary he would ask the machine on the ship about later.

He could hear the rest of his makeshift pack moving further into the interior of the building. He did not hear their weapons so assumed the structure was secure. The men on the street were close. He was counting on them getting inside the door. He would have the honor of killing them in hand to hand combat. They entered the room as a unit, their boots echoing off the floor. Ka'ja'rand waited for them to get close enough then deactivated his cloaking device.

“Holy shit!” said one as they raised their burners to fire yet they were far too late. He was already among them.

In one stride he closed the distance with the closest Ooman and ripped the man's burner from his hands in that same motion throwing the weapon at another man's head. The gun impacted the man's temple and slammed his head into the wall hard enough to dent the plaster sending a shower of dust into the room.

Ka'ja'rand pulled the other man into his lowered armored shoulder with a crunch of breaking bones and lifted him with a roar. The bark of the Ooman's burners rang through the corridor, their sharp rounds slamming into the corpse of their friend as he used the body as a shield.

They took what cover they could two dodged behind a table knocking it over, another managed to get around the corner. The last man charged firing as he did.

Ka'ja'rand dropped the corpse and engaged his Ki'cti-pa slamming the twin blades into the man's middle and ripping them out sideways lunging toward the table where the Oomans were still firing at him. He could feel the burning shards of their weapon discharges in his back. He landed on the floor and kicked the table up into the men behind it they collapsed to the floor in that same moment the man from around the corner fired blindly in his direction. Ka'ja'rand discharged his plasma caster at the wall, the energy weapon boiled the air away as it crashed into the wall melting and burning everything inside of three feet, the man on the other side screamed as he was consumed by the erupting heat.

Ka'ja'rand stepped around the bent table legs to where the last two men were struggling to get up. He brought his sandaled foot down twice, crushing their skulls against the tile floor.

His mate was hurried, there would be no time to collect trophies so he loped to the end of the hall where it branched toward the lift. They had already gone up it seemed. He tapped the control panel and the doors swooshed open he went inside and punched the button for the floor where their ship was berthed. While the lift was going up the forty levels to the docks he smelt the frustration and the anger in the car, as well as something more subtle. His mask was analyzing it so he brought up the display on his lens. It was a poison aerosol a depressant lingering in a minute trace.

The lift stopped and Ka'ja'rand left it only to be dismayed, the ship was in it's berth yet there were armed men swarming all around it in uniforms similar to those he had killed below. He was confused as to where his pack was when it dawned on him. The poison...

He slammed his fist into the wall crumpling the metal panel. In that same moment he keyed his ventilator mask to his mate's scent and began following her trail. She'd been taken down the hall. He ran to find her.

“Alex you useless prick, you've given her too much sedative!” Said Mama Gee “She'll be unconscious for another ten or twenty minutes at least.”

“Not my problem Gee, had to up the dosage to take the men too, couldn't leave witnesses.” Said a middle height dumpy man who was busy flipping a knife through his fingers which flashed in the dull light of the basement.

“When do I get paid?” Asked the man

“Why dearie, you get your money when her monster shows up to save her, do the math my little Alex, an alien with cloaking technology, the company will give us an entire star port.” She said

“Yesterday it was a planet.” He said, the knife continued to flash between his fingers

Mama Gee waved him off with a hand, “Have your men ready, he will be coming.”

The little man left up the small stair. Mama Gee turned back to he latest catch, she could feel her arousal building. The second woman was a good find and would suit as well for her purposes however the woman strapped into her machine now. Oh, such glorious meat.

Kara was bent over slightly her head restrained by a collar and a leash, she was facing the constrictor's tank, her arms were in restraints pulled taunt to the upper extremes of her reach. All of her clothing was gone, her breasts hung heavily moving with the even breath of sleep. Her ankles latched into manacles designed to restrict the movement of her legs, she could not straighten her back, her pelvis rested on a cushion which propped her ass up displaying her goods to the world behind.

Mama Gee moved over to her, took the time to stroke her hair, bringing her hand down the small of her back and to the curve of her ass. Her other hand joined it there on the opposite cheek, she spread them as wide as she could before letting them go as they slammed together with a fleshy smack.

Kara's eyes opened, she wished they hadn't. She glanced around the room, she was not comfortable, her wrists were sore from bearing the weight of her upper body. She tried to turn her head, the chain attached to the collar went taunt with a chink of metal on metal. She heard something move in the dark.

“Awake already dearie?” Said the voice “Good we can start then.”

Kara's mind moved fast, she remembered the voice, and rushed to place it. She heard the clacking of a cell door moving off to her right, then the muffled noise of grunting and brief struggle.

“Be back in a moment sweetie, I need to feed one of my lovelies.” Said the voice

Kara could hear something being dragged behind her, there was a brief light off to her right like a passage opening. The light went away just as quick, she was stuck staring at the huge tropical tank in front of her, wondering what it was for. When the device she was strapped into began to move. It rotated under it's own power clockwise so that she was facing yet another tank, this one was considerably darker, and smaller. Yet she caught the hint of a black chitinous body. Kara shuddered knowing what was about to happen.

The passage opened again and out stepped Mama Gee. Though not the woman Kara had met the day before, what was in front of her looked like a middle aged woman, albeit a well preserved one. Yet nude and with male equipment to make many a man jealous hard and already throbbing.

“Well then love, you're awake... good” Said Gee

“What the hell is this?” Asked Kara

“Well I couldn't let a sweet little piece of ass like yours go running about free now could I?” Said Gee “So now I've got you, and we get to start tonight. It will be.... delicious.”

Kara's mind was still coming around so she didn't quite understand her situation yet. Her thoughts ran to Ka'ja'rand, was he ok, where was he?

Mama Gee strode over to the platform where Kara was restrained, it had a control console off to one side. Kara had to blink to shield her eyes while they adjusted to the sudden light in the dark room as the tank in front of her burst into view. The xenomorph came into view, it's elongated black head, the double jaws it used to spear into it's prey. Kara shuddered. The back wall of the tank slid upwards into a recess out of view. The bug uncoiled itself it's whip like tail with it's deadly spike twisting out of the way as it crouched near to the ground on all fours.

“Shit!” Kara said

For what was in the other end of the chamber was human. Mallan stood there nude still slightly drugged. He was unbound, and unarmed. Kara couldn't turn her head, even so she would have liked too. The bug was on him far too quickly for him to do anything let alone scream. It's double jaws punched into his neck severing the artery and spraying blood all over the chamber.

“That's the pity about that pretty, it kills so quickly.” Said Gee from the control panel.

“Tell me about it, what is it?” She said

Kara tried to turn her head at that. She knew more about bugs than most people would feel comfortable knowing.

“It's a xenomorph, a drone, they gather hosts for their queens eggs to impregnate...” Began Kara

The slap to her ass was loud, but more distracting than anything.

“No dearie, I know about the bug, tell me about your monster.” Said Gee “A good answer gets nothing, a bad answer gets pain, you understand?”

Kara thought of lying for a moment, then realized it wouldn't matter.

“Ka'ja'rand is a hunter, he is eighty two cycles old, he is just under three meters in height.” She began “He is stronger than even that bug, he is dedicated to honor, he is intelligent, he is my mate, and he will track me. When he finds this place, he will kill everyone here whether I am alive or dead, to retrieve me.” She finished.

“Oh I do so enjoy stories.” Said Gee “I believe you honey, however he can't save you, would you like to see what your fate is?”

Her question was rhetorical the apparatus came to life swiveling her back into view of the huge tank with it's tropical vegetation and huge pool. Gee hit the console again and this time the back wall of the huge chamber slid up to reveal a woman several months pregnant curled up into a ball in a corner. Kara could feel Gee come up behind her, the heat coming off of her hard prick pored over the top of her ass. Gee's hands started down her back in unison spreading Kara's ass and making it's cheeks hug her meat pole.

“That's right my sweet, I'm going to rape you.” She said, “I'm going to rape you till my seed floods you and you're heavy with my child.”

The throbbing hard member slid between her cheeks smoothly with practiced ease, Kara wasn't afraid, she was furious. She kept her trap shut and tried to figure out what was going on in the tank. The bitch could take her all she wanted, but Kara wouldn't feel it, she wouldn't be there.

“And when you're ready, like she is ready, I'll feed you to my beautiful pretty.” Intoned the voice.

The girl in the corner woke up, and promptly screamed, scrabbling about to get as far into the corner as she could, Kara couldn't see what was causing her terror. Yet she felt it, the massive wave of revulsion, the feeling of impending doom, emanated from that girl's lungs. Kara vaguely felt her ass being stretched apart again, then that moment of rough skin on skin, as Gee entered her from behind without any lubrication. The woman if she could be called that, sighed with pleasure as she brought herself fully inside.

Kara didn't make a sound, didn't even try to get away, it wasn't pleasant but she had little say in the matter. Better not to give the bitch the satisfaction.

Gee was excited, it always excited her to break in a new girl. This one was beautiful beyond most that she had possessed. She had a chiseled physique heavily muscled, her ass was rounded and heavy but with corded muscle again, not blubbery. She reached forward to cup the bulbous mounds of the girl's breasts only to find them semi firm and smooth to her touch. She was dry, that was to be expected without any stretching or blood. However there were ways around that. Gee reached down and dipped a hand into her own cunt, it was warm and moist, the juices flowing due to her arousal, she pulled out of her new plaything and greased her rod with her own slime before shoving it back in.

“Much better.” She moaned

Kara ignored the fondling and the rape, she'd stick a pulse rifle barrel up the woman's ass and show her what it meant to be fucked if she ever got out of here.

Her attention was still rapt on the girl in the tank. Then she saw it. At the end of the large pool it moved slowly almost imperceptibly forward toward the girl, covering a few inches every ten seconds. Yet it approached, It's head looked semi triangular with the tip chopped off it had stripes running through it's eyes and down the length of it's snout. It was immense, it was the largest snake Kara had ever seen, either in the wild or on the holo. It's skin was a molted pattern of corals browns and greys with black strips wrapped around it, and it came, ever so slowly it came.

Kara could feel the grip of her rapist's hands on her hips increasing slightly as the monster approached it's prey. Kara understood at once Mama Gee, got off on watching it eat. Kara tried to look back to see the face only to jerk at the chain.

“No point in resisting love, I'll flood you soon, and you'll grow round and fat like the girl in there and then my beauty will eat you as well.” Said Gee

The snake lifted it's head up over the lip of the water tank, it was truly massive it's head over a foot across. The girl's scream at it's sudden appearance seemed to increase the speed of Mama Gee's thrusts her breath was coming out heavy. She pounded into Kara with redoubled force hitting her cervix on every thrust.

The snake was still over six feet away from the girl but it stopped moving forward, it's body coiled behind it making it's neck into a compacted S shape it's long slender tongue flickering out to taste the air. It was sudden, like lightning on a clear day or the crack of a whip. The massive body uncoiled in one sinuous motion striking with a speed and force previously unforeseen slamming into the abdomen of the pregnant girl and coiling around her chest muffling her cries as it crushed her. Kara could hear the bones popping from where she was. The Snake coiled and then sat still, the air rushing into it's huge lungs inflating it's body as it crushed it's prey.

Something hit Kara in the back lightly brushing against her, she was confused at first then realized it must have been Mama Gee's tits, swaying into her as she fucked.

The huge serpent began to uncoil, minutes having past, its prey no longer among the living. The snake proceeded to the head gripping the girl by her swollen abdomen and began to work her into it's mouth. The head went in easily, the shoulders with very little effort, her breasts disappearing into it's gaping maw.

Kara could feel Gee tensing, she choked down a bit of revulsion as she felt the woman cum. There was too much of it, far more than a regular man would have deposited, it pumped inside her in huge gobs leaking out onto the floor.

The snake finished it's meal, slowly gliding over to a warm spot under the light to begin digesting the woman and her child. Kara felt Mama Gee exit her, along with a large portion of her fluid. Kara's only hope was that her birth control was still holding on by a thread. She hadn't had it in months, and the company's version was known to be rather potent.

Mama Gee went to the control console and triggered the release. Kara's bonds snapped open she was able to move her head freely for the first time in nearly an hour. Mama Gee came up behind her taking an arm and pinning it behind Kara's back as she led her to a cell.

Kara almost could have laughed, the woman expected a compliant, shocked rape victim with no inclination of resistance at this point. Kara was a different animal altogether. Kara faked stumbling bringing Gee forward with her right foot parallel to Kara's to support her falling victim’s weight. The woman pulled her back up.

Kara lashed out smashing her heel down on Mama Gee's foot on the long slender bones over the arch. She could feel them pop from the force of the impact. Gee's scream tore through the room, more audible than that of the girl in the belly of the beast. Kara pivoted into the woman bringing her hand upward like a spear into her throat attempting to collapse her windpipe. The blow didn't have enough strength however and only stunned her. The bigger much stronger woman tackled her to the floor. They rolled about struggling for a moment until Mama Gee's semi erect prick slapped into Kara's thigh. Kara grabbed it with all her considerable strength and twisted and pulled. The result was an almost instant slacking of the hand around her neck and a whoosh of breath into the other woman.

It was then that they heard the explosions.

Thanks for reading this far. Eighth chapter coming soon!

PPS. Very sorry for the delay, the real world has been intruding of late.
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