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The Fighting Irish: Catalyst and the Dtai'kai'rish	By : girlyhero Category: M through R > Predator Views: 4378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nine: A Simple Lesson
            Jesse's head lolled back and to the side along Naranarti's shoulder. She panted and moaned as his hands travelled up and down her body. Her right leg was beginning to hurt from being pulled so far to the side along his thighs, but she ignored the cramping muscles. Naranarti pulled her down and closer making Jesse cry out.
            Naranarti had become accustomed to the sounds Jesse made and felt confident that, when he entered her, he hadn't hurt her. He made short, quick thrusts to test how ready she was for him. His cock slid in and out nicely making him purr, the sound vibrating from his chest and over her back. He released her torso and watched her fall forward onto his bed. Jesse reached out and found the edge of the bed. Her fingers curled over the edge, and she steadied her body as she was rocked back and forth by Naranarti's movements.
            Naranarti reached out and stroked the deep curve of her back. He lifted himself slightly with his legs from the sitting position to kneeling. Her lower body lifted with him, and he continued thrusting from the new angle.
            "Ahh~ Fuck, Nara!" Jesse moaned.
            "And that's the point," he replied with a trill. He growled suddenly as his loins prepared for the first release. He grabbed Jesse by the pelvis and started thrusting harder.
            Her body tensed as she came first, calling out his name, "Nara~ Nara-nara-nara-NARA!~" She let her legs dangle limp in his grasp.
            Naranarti came as she called out for him. He leaned forward and rested his mandibles on her back, setting himself back into a sitting position. Part of him wanted to continue on until there was nothing left in him, but the other part of him was saying there already wasn't anything left in him. The mental exhaustion of the past few days was worse than any physical strain he'd ever dealt with. It had also been the most he had ever had sex consecutively outside of the mating season. He stayed still for a long while, breathing over Jesse's back. Slowly, he slid out of her and turned her around.
            Jesse was barely awake, her eyes fluttering in and out of focus. "Di'n't have-ta stop..." she inaudibly murmured.
            Naranarti laid himself beside her. She curled herself closer to his chest and fell into her comatose slumber. He was disappointed that he only was able to come once, but it wouldn't have been the first time. At least, he hadn't suffered a severe blow to the chest or head; he could sleep because he was tired, not because he'd been knocked unconscious.
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            Jesse woke up alone. A deep sadness came over her. She was back in her bed in Virginia, staring at the alarm clock on her nightstand. The time was lit up by a blue light--
            Except her alarm clock used a red light.
            Jesse sat up quickly. Relief and joy swelled in her chest when she realized none of it was a dream. Naranarti really had come for her, and she was currently in his bed.
            And by the smell of herself and the bedsheets, the cramp in her right leg, and the swollen feeling in her vagina, they most definitely had sex.
            I like it when the things I dream stay as dreams and the things I live stay real, she mused.
            Jesse got off the bed with a heavy hop. She noticed her translator was sitting on the nightstand just under the blue light she had spotted. A stream of strange symbols scrolled over a holographic screen above the console. The symbols she couldn't understand, but she knew they were Yautja words. She put on her translator and hoped maybe it would read it for her.
            And so it did.
            Environmental controls: do not touch.
            "Well, okay then," she said aloud. "Didn't feel like suffocating myself today, anyway."
            She looked around and saw that several little blue holographic screens were lit around the room, most of which indicative to certain control panels. A set by the door read: Door Open/Door Shut. Over by his storage units, a box's facing had a message saying: Caution: Knives. Did that mean she could rummage through the others? Along the opposite wall, a strange panel was set in with a spout sticking out and what looked like a tankard hanging from a hook underneath. She walked over and read the holograph. Drinking Water.
            "Don't mind if I do, dear," she grabbed up the tankard and pressed the button to fill it up. Before she drank it, she noticed something interesting. The water she was about to drink smelled like what it was. Like water. Not like chlorine, fluorine, lead, algae, iron, plastic residue, salt and water. Just water. She took a large drink of the water and sighed. It wasn't uncommon for her to wake up thirsty, but today it was like she had walked out of the desert.
            Even though the room was cooler than before, it was still very warm. It seemed like she sweat more than she pissed. Thinking of the latrine, she set the tankard down and started for the door. She opened it and waited. There was no hiss in the air, so she assumed that the environmental controls were set for her. She peeked out of the room and looked about. She was indeed alone in the apartment, so she didn't bother getting dressed. She scurried over to the bathroom. Another holograph was present showing her which button opens the door.
            Inside, she ran across the room, past the large tub and to the room with the latrine. After a quick go and rinse, she decided to clean herself fully. A holograph on the wall read several things. Red Button: Heat control, Do not go above 18. Black Button: Cold control. Yellow Button: open/shut tub shield. She hit the yellow button and the shield over the tub slid aside. The water steamed and hissed as it bubbled and churned. She glanced at the temperature; it was on "15" from what the translator said. She wasn't certain how to convert the degrees, but the water felt nice anyway.
            After a nice, long soak, Jesse went back to the bedroom to dress. Her duffel bag was still lying where it had been, but she noticed something off. It looked as though it had been rummaged through. Upon further inspection, she found all of her clothes were gone. Standing, she looked about the room. Could Nara have unpacked her clothes and stowed them somewhere for her? She looked through all the drawers she could reach including the one that was labeled "knives" but did not find any of her clothing, not even among his once-neatly-folded garments. She noticed two of the drawers on the bottom row were empty, though; she would use them later, but first, she needed to find something to put in them.
            She stepped back into the livingroom and started looking for any possible drawer Nara could have put her clothes. Coming around the couch, however, she spotted a small box and another holographic note irradiating from a hockey-puck-sized disc. The note was more wordy than the others: "I had your clothes taken to be cleaned. They should be ready for you this evening. Yari'mso has gifted you a dress she intended to give a daughter. She feels she may never have one, and she would prefer to give it to you than anyone else. I will check on you later-- Naranarti."
            "Oh, wow," Jesse said aloud. She had not expected such a thing, especially since she had been concerned she would make little to no friends outside Naranarti’s circle. Though, Yari’mso was Mhrende’s mother, it didn’t seem as though, they associated often. Given what she knew about her, Jesse imagined the poor female might suffer a slight loneliness.
            Jesse opened the box and gasped. Gently, she pulled out the sage green dress and held it up to her body. The fabric shimmered like silk, though it felt like soft linen. A clasp in the front held parts of it together. By a string, a paper note was attached. Jesse unraveled it and read the scribbled handwriting through her translator (which took a bit longer to work on the hand-writing). “If you don’t like the clasp, come visit me and we will pick a new one for you. Come visit me anyway, so I may see the dress on you. Also, Mhrende tells me you like things made of paper, like your books. I can get paper for you, if you need more. –Yari’mso”
            Jesse’s face was brightened with a large smile. She studied the clasp; it wasn’t…a bad choice. She was certain it would be best to wear it around, maybe as a cultural fashion. It was a bronzed skull, a miniature Amende Kainde. It’s jaws were wide open and its second set was just seen between the top teeth. Jesse undid the clasp, but then the entire dress fell to a confusing cascade of fabric.
            ”God damn it…”

            Jesse managed to get the dress wrapped about her properly. It was a bit long, but she managed to get an extra wrap of fabric around her waist to shorten the dress without making herself look fat. She actually added modesty to herself, still self-conscious of her exposure. She pulled her hair back and tied it with the string that had attached Yari’mso’s note. She grabbed up her breather, adjusted her translator, and strolled out of Naranarti’s apartment.
            …And the door slid shut behind her with a clicking lock.
            ”Shit,” Jesse spun around and tried to open the door. Unlike the door commands from the inside, there were more buttons on the exterior and nothing she could translate. She pushed several in a flurry of fingers hoping something would happen, but the panel just squawked at her. She spun back around and slammed her back against the wall. No one was around.
            In her excitement and desire to become better friends with Yari’mso, she had forgotten that she was in a very different environment, and this time she had no escort.
            She glanced at the door to her right and remembered Nara’s half-brother lived there. She slowly moved to it, and certain she was still alone, she started slapping the door open-palmed.

            ”Fuuuck,” Hy’kgrel turned over onto his side and clenched his eyes shut. “Go away...”
            Today, he had no duties to attend to, and he didn’t feel like being bothered by his friends again. He had stayed awake too long the night before. Ignoring the banging on his door, Hy’kgrel fell back into his slumber.

            ”Shit!” Jesse stopped slapping the door. He must not be in, she assumed. If there was a moment she needed to remember her “tour” on their way to Nara’s suite, now was the time. Further down was the medical lab where Denarde worked. Going around The Pit in the opposite direction she would reach Nanaiyude’s quarters and…
            The Pit… It was directly in front of Hy’kgrel and Naranarti’s quarters. The entryways were wide open, and there was movement within the large room. So far, it seemed like basic rabble, boys being boys, and no one noticed her.
            Except the one in the distance staring directly at her with wide eyes and slacked mandibles.
            ”Shit.”
            When another approached the gawking Yautja, he pointed at her ominously. It was like a line of domino toppling to the floor slowly. As one saw her, another noticed, then another, and another, another, another, another…
            Slowly, and calmly, Jesse turned to the left towards the medical lab and started walking. She stared directly ahead of her in a tunnel vision. As she came out of the view of The Pit, she could hear the barrage of footsteps follow up to the entryway and come to halt. She assumed they were staring at her like before.
            As she continued on, though, she could hear their talons scraping over the metal floor behind her. She had hoped they were keeping their distance, but it didn’t seem that way for long. One would push passed the other to get closer and closer, almost exponentially gaining on her.
            The medical lab seemed to be in sight, so she picked up her pace. Unfortunately, so did they. Jesse rounded the corner of the medical lab. It was similar to the one on Nara’s ship except larger. Except empty.
            ”Shit.”
            Jesse could see the large group of young Yautja from the corner of her eye. She closed her eyes and thought. As she recalled what she and Nara discussed on his ship in the trophy room, she grit her teeth and spun around to face the group,
            They all seemed to jump back, startled barks echoing in the hall.
            Jesse started to walk towards them with false confidence. She averted her eyes from their faces, taking care not to steal glances. In her head, she told herself: I’m Arbitrator Naranarti’s property. They can’t touch, they can’t harm me, and if they, then they can answer with their lives.
            She kept walking, most of them stepping aside, others she managed to weave around. As she cleared the group, she started to pick up her pace. It seemed she would make her escape unscathed.
            Then her arm was grabbed.
            She was jerked from her confident thoughts and into the air, her legs dangling below her. She cried out involuntarily. The Yautja who had her was not a youth. He was bigger and rough with scars. A symbol burned into his forehead said he was blooded. Jesse had not paid attention to her translator, but she could hear him growling and yelling.
            Before she could check to see what he was saying, the blooded Yautja reached up and grabbed both translator and breather, ripping them from her face in a quick movement. The crowd of younger Yautja hissed and protest, a few swiping at him. He turned and growled and spat at them, still talking in a manner as though he had a stance on a soap-box. Jesse was jerked about in the air, coughing and struggling to get free. Her lungs burned as though she were drowning on her own moonshine. She grit her teeth and held her breath.
            Jesse focused her vision on her captor. I will not be a victim, she thought. Not without a fight…
            The blooded Yautja stopped speaking abruptly as Jesse’s fingers wrapped around his lower left mandible in a tight vice-grip.
            ”Let me go,” Jesse said in a struggle, coughing between words, “N’ I’ll let you go…”
            The blooded Yautja eyed her nervously and tried to hiss. He didn’t pull his mandible free, but he tightened his grip on her wrist.
            Jesse cried out in pain. She had broken this wrist before and felt the familiar pressure on her tendons. “Fuck you!... Let me go!!....” Her lungs were hurting more than her wrist at this point.
            Yeyin ran up to the blooded Yautja and, jumping into the air, landed a kick into the blooded Yautja’s knee. With a loud snap, the Yautja’s knee broke inwards and he collapsed partially to the floor, still with Jesse’s wrist in his claws. Yeyin hissed and spat, widening his stance and challenging the other Yautja. Other young Yautja seemed to find courage, and the crowd pressed in on the three of them. Jesse’s vision was starting to grey as her body forced her to inhale the toxic air. Then, the wounded, blooded Yautja said something that Jesse recognized:
            “…Thei’de…
            ”…Ooman…"
            Jesse’s eyes widened. Something inside of her refused to accept such a fate. Jesse put her foot against his chest, and while pushing out with it, she pulled her arm—the one holding his mandible—towards her. He tightened his claws around her wrist in response. The Yautja screamed in a wild fit of pain, and she yelled just as loud until the only noise to echo the halls was a crack and rip of tendon, bone and flesh.
            The blooded Yautja released Jesse, and she fell to the floor coughing and clutching her broken wrist. The Yautja curled up and held his face while screaming as green blood oozed from between his fingers.
            Yeyin scrambled to Jesse’s side and replaced her breather. “We go!” He told her in English, “We go, now!” Rather than wait for her to get to her feet, Yeyin scooped Jesse into his arms and took off running down the hall towards Naranarti’s suite.
            As they came around the corner, Yeyin ran right into Naranarti and stumbled backwards.
            ”[Yeyin,]” he barked, a bit startled. His expression suddenly changed when he saw who he was carrying. “[Jess’si?! What the hell are you doing with her, Yeyin?!]”
            ”[Gu’yete—he was gonna—he did hurt her! She didn’t do anything! She was out here, and everyone was crowding her, and she tried to get by, and then he grabbed her up and started yelling about how dare you bring an Ooman on the ship, calling her your sex-toy and a whore and, and… she ripped his face up!!!]”
            Naranarti saw the mandible wrapped in Jesse’s fingers, “[…I see that…]” He looked at her and addressed her in English, “Are you able to walk? Are you hurt?”
            Jesse was no longer feeling light headed, but her lungs still burned. She nodded and let go of Yeyin’s neck to indicate her chest hurt and her wrist was broken.
            ”[He took her breather from her,]” Yeyin added.
            Naranarti was making the low growl of a pissed-off bull alligator while he spoke. “[Yeyin put her down.] Jesse get behind me, now.”
            ”S-sorry, Nara,” Jesse tried to explain. “I…got locked out…”
            ”I’m not mad at you,” he hissed as he watched her move away from them both. When he finished the sentence, he spun around on his heels just in time to catch the blooded hunter—Gu’yete—with a close-line arm to the neck as he came around the corner. Naranarti snatched him up from the ground with a claw and started slamming the back of his head into the wall, bracing himself with his free arm to add strength. As the others came around the corner, they made a semi-circle around the four (Yeyin moving closer to Jesse protectively, hissing at any who came too near) to spectate the punishment.
            Naranarti had lost count of how many times he had slammed the Hunter into the wall, but he saw the blood stain where his head made contact with the dented metal. He stopped and dragged the Hunter passed Jesse, Yeyin and the others. They all followed him into The Pit. Oddly, the young Yautja were gingerly giving Jesse space and even moving to allow her to gain on Naranarti. Dragging the near unconscious hunter up the platform where he had given his speech a week before, Naranarti hit a few buttons on a console imbedded in the wall behind them and then hit a large button. Several lights in the ceiling shined blue and a soft buzz could be heard from the halls.
            ”What’s going on?” Jesse asked Yeyin still wheezing from the burning in her lungs. She was starting to feel the intense heat and pain from her wrist now that her adrenaline had settled.
            It took Yeyin a moment to understand, but he figured from context what she wanted to know. “Naranarti es call a speaking to the ship. All es s’pposed to come.”
            And Jesse deciphered that Nara was calling a meeting to tell everyone on the ship something. But why have the blooded Yautja up there with him?
            Naranarti looked out to the crowd and spotted Jesse and Yeyin. He made eye contact and pointed from them to the side of the short stage. It didn’t take a genius to get he wanted them standing there. Jesse’s heart kept sinking; she kept feeling that Nara’s anger was directed at her. Jesse couldn’t tear her eyes from Naranarti, searching for some kind of sign that her feelings were wrong and he wasn’t angry at her despite what he told her in the hall. All he did was pace the stage as confused Yautja, male and female, filed into The Pit’s open space confused and pointing at the various conversation pieces they had to choose from: a pissed off Arbitrator, a wounded hunter, a nervous youth, or a frightened and blushing “ooman”.
            Jesse’s eyes pooled with tears, and she finally looked away from Naranarti. “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered to herself, “I wasn’t thinking, the door locked, I couldn’t get back in, then everyone followed me… stupid, I’m so fucking stupid…”
            ”Not stupid,” Yeyin said abruptly interrupting her. She had forgotten how well they could hear. He pointed to Gu’yete. “He stupid,” then pointed at her. “You es not stupid,” then pointed at her wrist. “You es brave, honor and courage.” He gently took up the hand that still clutched the detached mandible, seeming glued to her palm. “You es strong. Jess’si’deinz es Naranarti worthy—es worthy of Naranarti. Pauk! Es worthy ovv Clan! Sei’i, Jess’si’deinz es bad-azz!” The last sentence made Yeyin trill as he said it.
            Jesse was flattered at what Yeyin was saying to her, but she was still worried. How she handled the situation may have said she was worthy of being with Naranarti, but putting herself in the situation said otherwise.
            Yari’mso ran towards them and pushed Yeyin off his feet out of her way. “Jess’si’deinz! You hurt?! Why?!” Before Jesse could answer her, Yari’mso pulled her close and hissed at the spectating Yautja like a protective mother. The crowd reacted accordingly by backing away in a near panic giving them a couple of meters circumference, the subordinates scrambling the hardest in their fear of the unpredictable, unstable female.
            It wasn’t until Naranarti saw S’esutuhn enter from the hallway did he begin.
            ”[SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!]”
            Jesse was startled by the roar and clutched at Yari’mso in reaction. Yari’mso twisted her about to guard her from supposed danger; when she realized it was Naranarti who had roared, she slacked her guard and adjusted her stance so Jesse could see him. Jesse hadn’t realized it was him who shook the room.
            ”[I had some simple fucking rules, and still a Clan full of bad-blood morons couldn’t get it right,]” Naranarti said, his voice booming over the quiet of The Pit. He had dropped all formalities and used simple, blatant and rude slurs. He was going to get through to them, all of them. “[When a hunter brings back a kill, you respect that kill as his property! When a Warrior brings back a pet, you respect it as his property! When an Elite brings a personal slave on board, you respect it as his property! I was not even asking you to respect her as my friend or my guest or an equal to you! I was expecting you pieces of shit to respect her as MY PROPERTY!! No?! NO! You will respect her! You will not touch her! You will not harm her! In fact, when you see her, you treat her as though I am speaking to you! You will not see her as your equal…. You will see her as my equal!!! AND IF YOU DON’T FUCKING LIKE IT, THEN YOU CAN GET THE FUCK OFF THIS SHIP!!!]”
            Denarde slowly slipped through the crowd and approached Jesse to inspect her wrist. Her gently moved her shoulder and nodded reassuringly. He would take good care of that shortly.
            ”[Or there are alternatives.]” Naranarti approached Gu’yete and picked him up from the ground. “[Look,]” he ordered him and pointed at Jesse. “[That’s your fucking mandible in her claws. That’s her trophy, now. Die knowing that.]”
            Naranarti twisted Gu’yete’s head and broke it free of the vertebrae in his neck. Gu’yete fell to the ground in a thudding mess of bruises and blood. Naranarti looked out at them all. “[You hurt her, and you die. I can’t simplify it any more than that.]” Just as the crowd started to murmur and look about at one another, Naranarti boomed again. “[And YOU!]” He pointed directly at S’esutuhn, little to mistake it. “[I will have words with you, Matron.]” He said her title with condescendence and distaste. “[Everyone, as you were!]”
            S’esutuhn stood taken aback and silent at being directly called out in front of the entire ship’s population. His attitude was challenging, but something in the back of her mind, her own survival instinct, told her to not meet it. She didn’t have to ask whether or not he would kill her up there. Some of the females in her train made snide comments about how daring and disrespectful he was being to her, his own mother, but not even they dared to look up towards Naranarti as they said these things.
            Naranarti leaped off the platform and walked right passed Jesse and the others. Denarde and Yari’smo hurried her away to follow him, however, as though it were an unspoken command. “[I will get a kit from med-lab,]” Denarde told Jesse and Yari’mso and ran down the hallway.
            Naranarti approached his suite door, a braced and nervous Hy’kgrel standing beside it looking down to the floor. “[Inside, everyone,]” Naranarti commanded. Yari’mso ushered Jesse inside, and Hy’kgrel grabbed Yeyin by the back of the neck and pushed him through the doorway with a growl.

            ”Did you see what Yari’mso did?!” One of the females hissed.
            ”What about the dress that little piece of soft meat was wearing. And the broach. They were once Yari’mso’s, you know?” Another female said.
            ”Has she lost her mind?!” A third exclaimed.
            S’esutuhn didn’t pay attention to her train of friends. She was too deep in her thoughts. He couldn’t possibly know… He suspects something, but he can’t prove it. It’s my duty to look out for the welfare of this Clan ship… As long as he doesn’t find out everything…
            Her friends’ silence and a strong and familiar scent brought her back.
            Nanaiyude stood in front of the train of females blocking their path defiantly. He glowered at them as the females hissed warnings at him; it would take them all to harm him, but were any of them daring enough to start the fight?
            ”Move from my path, Nanaiyude,” S’esutuhn ordered. “I have little time for you.”
            ”Then make time,” he hissed.
            S’esutuhn was shocked.
            Nanaiyude’s gaze narrowed and he hissed. ”What did you do this time?”

I hope yall enjoyed these two chapters. I feel like I'm writing "LOST", opening new doors and making more questions when I haven't even gotten around to answering the first set. Well, so no one gets disinterested, let me reassure yall that the questions will be answered and most of them are very connected and have the same answer. The heavy complexity and neglect to questions turned me away from that show and a friend of mine pointed out that I was taking a slight turn to a similar situation. I'm only on chapter nine and she's only been on the ship for a week. Yall give me a minute, and I'll do everything I can to please :3
Thanks so much or reading, and I'll get back to yall as soon as I can. I may write some more tomorrwow (we have furniture to move though, and I'm still feeling icky).
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