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Undertow	By : vanillalace Category: M through R > Predator Views: 8426 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-Undertow
- 2-Introductions
- 3-Change
- 4-Temptation
- 5-Start
- 6-Anger
- 7-Regret
- 6
- 7
Undertow by Nalani
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Regret
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The bay doors open so slowly that Eceri would have pushed them open himself if it wouldn’t have made him look like a mad man. So for the ten seconds it takes, his gut turns in pure anger. Behind him he is sure his entourage smells his displeasure. Let them. He doesn’t care. His is the only mask still on because he is sure that the combination of his musk and a face twisted in anger would get him in to very few places. This was not his ship or his clan, he needs to tread lightly. He walks down the ramp with heavy feet, letting them clank as loudly as they want to. By the end stand the three Yautja who were to meet him. Two of which he knows, respects and admires. One he doesn’t. One he cannot bare the sight of. One that as soon as he is in range, Eceri punches in the face. So hard that the Young Blood is knocked out cold. His tiny body flies backwards and ends in a motionless pile by a wall. No one moves to help him.
“He really did deserve that.” The largest of the still standing pair puts a hand on Eceris shoulder, shaking it hard. “But you could have at least introduced yourself, Arbitrator.”
“I don’t need to do such trivial things for a Young Blood that blatantly assaulted a female Ooman under my protection.” Eceri gives a deep nod to the other Yautja, gaining one back as well. “I apologize for assaulting one of your Young, Arbitrator Hannoi, but the urge was too much to ignore.” He extends his hand and in a split second his peer takes it, and then pulls him in for a hard embrace.
“You never need to apologize for correcting the young.” Hannoi pulls back and grasps Eceri by the neck, showing the full affection he has for his friend. Like his tusks, Hannoi has his engraved in such a way that when rubbed together they make sounds. This is a trade secret in their group, something that binds them as a party of hunters. “I only arrived a moment before you, I was being escorted to the Ooman just as you notified them of your arrival.”
“The Ooman,” The other Yautja cuts in. “Is being held in the lower cells, away from others. She has been difficult they say. They had to take precautions. I have yet to speak to the leader of this ship, he is on hunt for another day.” The Yautja is almost as wide as he is tall, something he always loved. Turk was not an old Yautja, but neither was he young. Eceri viewed his old student as any teacher would, with an eye full of pride but a fist full of correction if needed.
“What do you mean Turk?” Eceri asks, suddenly put on aware that none of the three here has seen Kate. “You just got here as well?” His friend nods and then his stomach drops. Eceri bolts from the docking bay and nearly runs to the command deck, intending to beat information from whoever it takes. He needs to get to Kate as soon as possible. In the lift, he finally takes off his mask and his tense face makes his friends worry.
“I am sure they treated her as a prisoner, they know not to threat or injure an Ooman in your charge. A female at that!” Hannoi tells quietly, but only gains a shaking head.
“In the video from that Young Bloods helmet, he openly disregards my ownership of her, and I have a feeling so did this ship. It took nearly ten days before word of her capture got to my ears, another week before I got here. Who knows what is really going on.” Just as he finishes the door to the command deck opens and the three of them hotly walk in. Instantly Eceri knows who is in charge, and after he refuses to allow him to see the prisoner due to the ship leader being off world, Turk is quick to place his wrist blades too close to the Yautjas neck. “Turk you stay here and make sure this ship does everything in its power to make our stay pleasant. Now which deck is she on?”
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‘If’ is a strange word to Yautja. It is both a word to use in all situations but also a word to never be used. A Yautja must be able to see all ‘if’ possibilities in every day, but to voice concerns about the risks is not ok. But a Yautja mind will still go through every option available and hope for the best one. Eceri had hoped that ‘if’ Kate was calm enough she could have talked some sense into the Yautja that took her. He hoped that ‘if’ she hadn’t she would still be alive. But the answer to that question became more and more towards the horrible as he and Hannoi approach the door to her cell. The smell makes his nose twitch, his friend even stops moving. They all know that smell. Every Yautja knows the smell of rotting Ooman flesh and broken bones. Ooman bones are brittle compared to their own, and when they are broken the dust that comes from them has a distinct smell. And right now that is in the hallways and right now Eceri can feel a weight on his chest so heavy he cannot breathe. The door to her cell is slightly open, taking only a small push to get it wide. The scene inside would normally be, well, normal. The blood is slowly draining into the center of the room where it would be cleaned, remnants of skin are in a bowl off to the side while the skeleton is on a large solid table. Hannoi stays at the door as Eceri goes in, each step soft in the puddles of blood and water. The remains are already disjointed because of the skinning process, no trophies will be taken from this. A wave of dizziness hits Eceri and he has to lean on the table with both hands to keep from falling over. He has to take deep, measured breathes to refocus his eyes. But it is what his eyes see that starts his heart pounding. There are no cracks on the ribs.
“Hannoi!” He ushers the other Arbitrator in and thrusts the bones rib cage up. “Do you see any cracks that would indicate breaking?” Knowing that it is time for utter frankness, Hannoi looks at them deeply, seeing nothing close to breaks of fractures. “This is not Kate.”
“And it’s male.” Hannoi says, pointing at the skin bowl and at a very male specific organ that is sitting at the top of the pile. “Then where is your Kate?” With no other encouragement they both bolt out of the room and slam the door shut, some things are best kept behind closed doors. With only three other cells on this floor, Eceris first choice proves to be the only one needed. Laying not unlike the first time he has seen her on the floor, Kates back is to the door. Her naked body is pale, even the blue that scripts her body is so light you can barely see it. She is smaller than he remembers. The smell in the room is clear a signal that she has been here a long, long time. But the slight smell of blood unnerves him. Hannoi inches close to the back of his friend, whispering into his ear. “She still breathes, my friend, she lives.”
“Oh Paya no, please no.” Eceri nearly jumps to the ground, moving close enough to hear the breath from her lips. He kneels down to her and moves her head to face him, and he nearly screams. Her mouth is dry as a desert, her lips are crusted and hard. But it is her eyes that worry him most. They are half open and staring into nothing. He pets back a little of her hair, astonished at its length and softness. Eceri almost jumps when Hannoi bends down on the other side of Kate, staring at her face just as intensely as he.
“What happened to her skin?” He asks, touching her shoulder gently where it is stained blue.
“I did this.” Hannoi looks at his friend, eyes wide in disbelief. “When I first took her, she refused to talk. So I had a healer give her an injection to stimulate her skin to think it was burning and then freezing. But the shithead got the dosage wrong. He gave her too much and this is what happened.” He pauses to take up her left hand, feeling the delicate skin makes him so sad. The color is almost gone, but it is still a brilliant baby blue. While once it was almost as dark as the deepest ocean. “Her skin reacted to the point of changing its pigment, we don’t know how. It has never happened before. On Ooman or Yautja. Hannoi,” He grabs his friends shoulder harder than he probably should have. “I need you to bring me a canister of clean, fresh water, two bowls of hot water and two large towels. And a blanket, I need a blanket.”
“Eceri,” Hannoi starts but the look in his friends’ eyes stops him. It wasn’t anger that makes them so wild looking, it wasn’t even fear. Deep inside Eceri is a desperation to help this Ooman and he will do his best. He nods and is quickly gone, rushing out of the room.
“Kate?” Her name is alien to him now. Eceri leans down and her eyes move to him. He smiles, he missed her eyes. “Kate, I’m here. You’re safe.” He slowly moves to sit crossed legged, moving her to sit up leaning against him. Her body is stiff from not moving, there are even small bruises beginning to form on the spots that had been on the floor too long. “I’m sorry.” He says to her. Eceri cradles her in his arm, allowing her to look up at him.
“Eceri.” Hearing his names from her lips makes him heat up. “Eceri listen,”
“No, don’t talk. Help is coming, you are dehydrated and your body is in shut down, we need to get you to a healer.” Just as he says it, Hannoi returns with the items, only being started to a stop for a moment at seeing the Ooman in the Arbitrators arms. He hands Eceri the water and places down the hot bowl, the towels still flung over a shoulder. But coming up a moment after him, Turk runs into the room.
“The ship leader just returned and he is not happy,” His words are cut when Eceri swears at him to shut up. It is only then that Turk sees the little Ooman naked in the arms of a Yautja. He kneels down beside his teacher, too awestruck to ask what is going on.
“Eceri listen.” She tries again, but is soon all too happy when the water hits her lips. But only for a second.
“We cannot over load you system, we need to go slowly. Small sips, ok?” He coos, his peers eyeing each other with the oddity of the situation. But when Eceri goes to give her another sip, Kate pushes it away.
“No,” She says again, pushing the cup of water. “Eceri listen to me!” Kate nearly yells, at least it feels like it. She grabs his face hard, grasping at the jaws of his lower mandibles. And staring right into his eyes, she tells him a secret. “They are coming to kill you. All of you. The Oomans on Earth are coming to destroy all Yautja.” The statement hangs in the air like a newly skinned kill, but this is far more displeasing to deal with. Hannoi and Turk exchange looks again, but this time they speak.
“Eceri, if she has been to Earth than our investigation needs to go there.” Hannoi says quietly.
“Why would she even go there, she is not part of this. Shes Ooman, not Yautja. She should not care about our business!” Turk says loudly, hurting Kates ears. It is now that she looks to them, seeing the other two Yautja for the first time. She wonders for a moment if she should be afraid, if these two Yautja are with Eceri or not. But she doesn’t care. She can’t.
“I went there for my own needs, not yours Yautja.” Kate says, gaining a light hiss from Turk. “I went there for safety, I went there on the promise that all the Oomans were dead. But you were wrong. So wrong.” She grabs Eceri harder, looking him dead in the eyes. “They are ready for war, they know everything. They are coming.”
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Eceri feels no shame in carrying her. He has no fear of reprimand or judgment from his fellow Yautja as he holds Kate in his arms walking towards his ship, her unconscious body flopping along with his steps. As he walks back to his ship, everyone in the halls step to the side. They smell his pure anger, they see his rage. But he knows that it is also the fact that they smell Kate. They see her pale skin and hair on their ship. They feel her presence. And so they should, Eceri thinks. He wants them to see how their leaders had abandoned an Ooman female in a room with no aide, with no basic rights as a prisoner of Yautja. He wants them to see her body so weak, so frail. But he does not want the pity for her. No. Not at all. Eceri wants these Yautja to feel the shame of leaving her. Of each and every one of them knowing she was there and suffering and dying. His fingers begin to shake as he walks, his mind is racing with his hopes that this damned clan will feel anything at all. Bastards. Damn bastards.
Just as Eceri and his friends emerge from a lift and are about to enter his own ship, they are interrupted by a band of Yautja and the ships leader. And he would have walked by, he would have swept past these damned beasts of Yautja, the precious cargo in his hands meant more to him than anything this group had to say. He looks none of them in the eye, he does not care. His stomach is twisted in apprehension, he wants to get Kate to his healers. He doesn’t want his desperation to show, he can’t allow even an ounce of weakness show. So when he barrels through the shoulders of a few Yautja, the grumbles go on deaf ear. It is only when the leader of this ship grabs him all too roughly by the shoulder does he stop. The only thing keeping him from turning around and putting his fist through his face is that he cannot risk letting Kate go. So Eceri hisses long and low, the sound of it hurting even his own ears.
“Turk, take her.” Eceri growls, not taking his eyes from this leader. At first Turk does not move, he honestly does not know what to do. He wages and inner battle between obeying the command of a higher Yautja and a teacher, and what helping this Ooman would do to his status. He steps forwards at first, and his hands do reach out to grab the female. But he hesitates when he sees her eyes. The fear that is within them shocks him to his core. Her eyes, as blue as they are, are so wide and petrified and for a split second Turk understands why Eceri feels a need to help her. He walks up to his old teacher with a stiff back and head high, grabbing Kate by way of an arm under her legs and under her back. She is so light. As he turns around to head into the ship, he looks down and is yet again struck at her face. And again he is compelled to do something he has never felt a need to do before.
“You will be ok, you are safe Kate.” He whispers to her. And he instantly feels her relax in his arms. Behind him, Turk leaves Eceri and Hannoi to speak with the occupants of this ship. He walks with quick steps into their ship and nearly runs to put her into one of the small bedrooms. Both Turk and Hannoi came on the same, larger ship that docked with this clan, while Eceri came on his own. Eceri didn’t bother to wait for his ship to dock properly and was very, very adamant to take a small jump ship. Now he knows why, easy escape. Turk places the female in a bed and places another blanket on top of her, gaining a small but still full of purity, thank you from her. He can only nod before leaving the room.
“We need to get her to the ship Eceri, she needs our healer.” He says as he walks back onto the scene, only to see a most unflattering thing. One Yautja of the ship Clan is without a doubt dead, his head twisted so far around that Turk hopes he died quickly. Hannoi is holding two more of the Yautja back, needing nothing more than a whispered threat to keep them from interfering with the fight going on.
“You will accept my charges.” Eceri roars, pointing a loan finger an inch from the face of the clan leader. He doesn’t care to ever learn his name.
“I refuse.” He hisses back and a second later he pushes Eceri on his shoulders, the fight offered and accepted.
It had taken nearly ten seasons for Turk to start his training under Eceri to one day become an Arbitrator. And even after being accepted into his tutelage it took an additional fifteen seasons to be granted that status. And Turk will forever tell his peers and children that he has never seen Eceri do again what he did this day. Because the fight was over within one second. The moment after the Clan Leaders hands we off Eceris shoulders, Eceri had taken out his rarely used knife from his arm band and plunged it directly into the skull of his opponent. The sheer force it would have taken to place a knife through the thick brow bone of a Yautja is incalculable. The Leaders body had stayed standing for longer than the duration of the ‘fight’. And as it crumpled to the ground, Eceri allowed his knife to slide free of his kill. The body falls gracelessly, flopping to the ground with no one going to stop the ex-leaders face from slamming into the floor.
“Who is second in command?” Hannoi asks the two remaining Yautja. Turk lets his mouth hang open as he watches Eceri climb into the bay doors and walk past him, his mind still reeling. He turns to run after his mentor, his ears barely picking up a conversation going on about charges and a Clan disbanding. He couldn’t care less. Inside the ship, he has to run to catch up to Eceri, but almost runs into his back as he tries to enter into Kates room.
“Kate?” Eceri asks, his voice so timid. But she doesn’t move. “Turk we have to go, Hannoi can go the long way around, my healers are prepared for this. Get to the helm, tell him to go, now.” Turk was already gone.

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“I must insist, Arbitrator Eceri, that you not be in the room. She may be Ooman but no male can be in the room of a healing female.” The healer tries again, standing in between the Yautja and the Ooman as her body is being scanned by a large moving beam.
“You forget, Healer, that she is also evidence in the trail that will be soon to come against the offending Clan. Where three Arbitrators will be demanding the immediate disbanding of the members of said clan and death of more than a few. I cannot let this vital piece of evidence out of my sight. Not for a moment.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, securing his place. And the Healer now properly put in his own place, huffs and turns around to treat the Ooman. He limps quite severely, his body swaying with great discomfort from an injury long healed but never forgotten. He slowly makes his way to his station and the reading of this poor Ooman make him sigh.
“It will take time but she will be ok. Whatever case you are building against this Clan, her body will help in its conviction. Another two days, three maybe, and she would have been dead where you found her. Kidneys are in failure, her dehydration is horrific, her bedsores will continue to get worse before they get better. But she will heal.” The Healer looks to his Arbitrator, but does not get any form of acknowledgment other than a grunt and a nod. Otherwise known as the more polite way to say ‘get to work’.

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“Word for word Arbitrator Eceri, that is what we need.” The giant room is pitch black but for the light baring down on the round table holding the ten Elders of Eceris clan, himself, Hannoi and Turk. The meeting had been called the moment word reached the Clan Leaders ear of what had transpired during the Oomans rescue. But there is one problem they seem to have forgotten.
“Clan Leader Ben’Lin, while I do not mind sharing information with you, you and your Elders must remember that I am answering to Patriarch Gede, and him only. I am doing you a service by coming to this meeting before reporting back to our Patriarch about the investigation he set me on. Do you still wish to know the information you ask?” Eceris words were not said hotly, and they were not said to be a warning either. But they needed to be said and they did in fact set the Elders back. Was asking the Arbitrator to answer their questions before he even consults the Patriarch in their best interest? Did it matter at this point? A fellow Clan Leader is dead, his Clan being charged to be disbanded. So yes, Ben’Lin wants the information.
“You are also still of this Clan, Eceri, and you too answer to me. I will also need to answer to our Patriarch about your actions and to do so I must know all the facets of what happened.” While Ben’Lin trusted Eceri and his judgement, his ass needs to be covered.
“The Ooman Kates exact words are ‘they are ready for war, they know everything. They are coming.’ We managed to get her ship that was abandoned at her retrieval site and our technicians were able to access her logs. She had searched for signs of Yautja for months and months after spending less than eight weeks on her home planet. She expended near to a thousand drones looking, was down to less than ten percent of her food banks, air supply and fuel for her ship in her task to find me. Over the past days I read her logs, and all of you should now have a copy.” All the Elders nod, but he doubts more than half actually read them. “Kate had investigated the settlement she was taken to and found that they are far more advanced that we ever thought possible, including an armada of ships hidden under the surface of their home planet that are at the ready to be space born. The sheer amount of dead Yautja hunters we found and the amount of goods we found that had no apparent owner is heart breaking.”
“Why was the Ooman set free alive?” Another Elder asks, their curiosity peaked.
“I used her to see where she’d go and if it would lead me to those hunting us. And it did. It has led us to Earth.” Eceri is beginning to feel like he himself is on trial, like his actions are being called into question.
“And you feel the evidence from her ship proves that Oomans have the technology and the means to begin a war with us?” Ben’Lin asks, his worry evident.
“I believe it proves it without a doubt. As to the actions to take now, I as a simple Arbitrator, do not know. All I do know is that I and two others are calling for the disbandment of a Clan and I am personally seeing to the healing of a prisoner that was ill treated by said Clan. Who knows how much sooner this information would have gotten to us if they Leader of that Clan had contacted me appropriately.” Eceri was done answering questions, his answers were no longer meant for this audience. He stands up and bows his head to his Clan Leader and leaves the room, he has other important things to deal with.
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It smelt of antiseptic. The roomis so bright even with closed eyes she sees the light. She breathes in new life into her lungs, a new age has begun and in an instant Kate knows it is true. She can feel something inside of her that is different, something in her soul is not the same. Laying on a table, she can feel her bare ass against a cold surface. And yet she is perfectly warm. The sheet covering her from her breasts to her knees is thin yet so very warm. Kate stretches her arms and legs, squishing her toes and fingers. She still does not dare to open her eyes. Kate refuses to allow the memories sitting at the cusp of her mind to filter in. Right now she does not care. She just wants to balance in the line between being fully away and being asleep. Did she dream? Did she dream of him again? Eceri. A lazy smile slides onto her face at the thought of him. The remembrance of his smell, his eyes and body.
“I miss you.” Kate says out loud, more so a whisper to be true. Somewhere off in the distance, sounding like it came from a hundred miles away, a purr resonates. It was a sleepy trill, like that of a startled awake kitten. But it stirs Kate to open her eyes, and she opens them to him staring down at her.
“You are awake, finally.” Eceri says, his eyes tired.
“Did I find you?” She asks, genuinely confused. Eceri leans down over her, an arm moving to the other side of her body to nearly cover all of her. Maybe it is out of want that Kate grabs hold of his elbow and arm, maybe it was a need. But all each of them know is that the feeling of their skin touching makes them both suddenly happy and quiet. “Did I find you Eceri, truly?” She looks up in to his face, searching over the groves of his skin, the bumps and ridges that make him a Yautja. “I remembered you, all of you.”
“Kate, you are on mass amounts of medication, you need to be careful about what you say.” Eceri smiles down, almost laughing at this poor girl on a healers slab so high on medication that she is spouting off words. “I found you.”
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