7Syrai Clarke
Carplis, Colony Planet 287.
Underground, Control Panels.
3300 AD
"What did you just do!"
The Yautja roared at volumes I didn't think were capable, damn-near deafening me. The girl, once squatted but now on her ass, turned around. "I don't know, but I think I just gave him some hardcore drugs."
The yautja, after being stabbed, was stretching. Moving around as if he had never been hurt in the first place. The simple stab to the stomach seemed to do the trick for him, his wounds all healed and no sign of pain came across his face or body language.
"How is that even possible? You were DYING a minute ago!" I asked, staring at the creature as he picked his chest plate up from where Leo set it to get the blue knife out. "It can't understand you stupid." Leo mimicked me from earlier, wearing a shit-eating grin with a glint of pure evil in her eyes. "I don't have time for your smartass remarks, I got a planet to escape from." I dismissed. "Well yea, don't we all?" The little shit asked, this time walking up behind me to look over my shoulder. "Yea, well you're not welcome on the ship I get on. So I hope you know how to pilot a ship." I would rather do the galaxy a free favor and kill her than to let her come aboard the ship I pilot. "Whatever, I bet you're a crazy cat lady."
"I happen to be a dog person." I typed a few more commands on the computer, trying to override the ship's lockdowns. I don't know much about computer codes and hacking, but hopefully I know enough."What, why? Dogs are the complete opposite of you! Dogs are so nice and loveable, and you, you're just a heartless bitch."
"Don't you have a gigantic alien hunter to deal with?" I waved my hand at her and continued typing. "Uhh, Syrai?" I ignored her, hoping she'd leave me alone. Although I should know better. She's probably only alive because she's persistent and stubborn.
"Syrai!" Leo yelled, shaking my shoulder. "What!?" I looked at her, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at something else, and she looked scared.
"Seerai."
Jek'tual
Hunting grounds
3300 AD
When I turned down the hallway into the room they were in, Bhu'ja, the runt, was bending over to pick up his clan symbol plate. Little did he know, he was about to get beat with that plate.
Right as I made it into the doorway, I made a low click, one that had alerted Bhu'ja but not the ignorant humans. The humans were bent over their stupid little technology arguing. I cannot understand the human language well, but I understand enough to get a point. The runt human just called the bigger human a-a heartless bitch? I checked that human's vitals, and she surely has a heart. Maybe it is some stupid human saying.
Then the human dismissed the runt. It was almost sad, watching the little human runt turn around. All she could do is call to the other human I saw from before. Apparently, her name is "Seerai." I tested her name on my tongue, I didn't like it. That made the bigger human turn around quick. Her eyes widening, I'm sure she remembers me. "It is you!" She said in her shrill human voice, pointing at me. The runt looks from me to her. "You know him!" Now she is pointing at me. Humans are idiots, but I am not here for them. My eyes are set on the runt, Bhu'ja.
"What are you doing with the human's, runt?" Bhu'ja stinking of fear, held his head low in a sign of submission. "I encountered the humans in the halls. They had weapons, I was trying to scare them off. Kill them if they attempted to kill me. Then a xenomorph came from behind, stabbed my shoulder with its tail and pinned me face down. Then the runt human killed the alien, brought me in here, and used a healing shard I had hidden under my clan plate to heal me. I was just leaving now-."
I growled, hushing the runt. "I do not care if you were just now leaving to continue the hunt!" My voice was one of pure anger as I approached the runt. "This is a chiva! A test to see if you are worthy of the clan!" I held the runt by his throat and lifted him up, pinning him to the wall. "When you should have fallen honorably at the hands of the xenomorphs, you accepted help from this tiny little abomination of an ooman runt!" I balled my fist, activating my wrist blades. "I should kill you, but I am sparring your life because I am certain that you will die down here anyway. I am convinced that the moment you leave this room, you will die. I am sparring your life from me, not because I am weak, but because you are not worthy of my effort!" I released the runt, throwing him across the room towards the human technology. Maybe a good shock will fix whatever is wrong with this runts head.
"Hey, what the fuck!" One of the humans yelled. I turned to see what their loud noises were for. The bigger human is staring at the technology with hands on her head. The little human was staring at me."Dude! We needed that to get out of here! That was our only way out! What's your fucking problem!" The little runt's arms are wide open, her stance low, teeth bared, and eyes maintaining constant contact with mine. I don't know what this "dewd?" is that she speaks of, but what I do understand is that she is openly challenging me. I will teach this little runt a lesson since she is too stupid to learn from the other runt's mistakes.
Leo Albin
Carplis, Colony Planet 287.
Underground, Control Panels.
3300 AD
Syria's "friend" just broke the computers we needed to get out of here by throwing the other creature at them. Straight up just threw him across the room, with one arm and no signs of struggle. Syrai was staring, mouth wide open and horrified, at the now broken computers.
"Dude! We needed that to get out of here! That was our only way out! What's your fucking problem!" I yelled, looking at Syria's friend. His head tilted. "Dewd?" I guess he's never heard of dude… Must be a human thing then, I guess we're just cool like that.
Then as quickly as he threw the other guy, he got into a stance. Legs shoulder-width apart and arms wide open, he threw his head back.
*ROAAAAAAAAR*
Syrai screamed and held her ears from his sudden action. I stood holding my ears, still watching what he's going to do next. "I think, he thinks you challenged his dominance or some shit." Syrai said, slowly letting her hands fall from her ears. The way she said it, it was like she was trying not to laugh. Then as to confirm her claim, the creature started taking huge strides towards me. "I fucked up!" I threw myself behind Syrai. "Don't hide behind me, get the fuck away from me!" She yelled trying to get me off of her, but I have a serious death grip on her arm. "He's your friend, tell him to go away!"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Now get off of me!" Syria turned around and did some secret agent bullshit move, and now I'm somehow right in front of Syrai's friend holding onto her jacket. He reached his hand up to his mask, unlatching some tubes with a hiss. Then he took off his mask. I almost vocally expressed my disgust. He had various scars over his face and had predatory beady eyes. His eyes were probably the only thing pretty about him, a nice gold with a small ring of brown around his iris. He has grey dreads decorated to shit, I think I'll call him Grey-hair. He has four mandibles, no lips, and a tiny little forked tongue. "How are you guy's supposed to use straws?" I asked the creature, he only tilted his head. He looked pissed, but I don't know if that is just his face or if he's actually mad. "I-I mean… Nevermind. Uhh, do you want this jacket?" Out of nervousness, I offered up Syrai's jacket. Grey-hair took the jacket from me. Looking at the jacket then back at me. "Jaak'et?" He asked, pointed at the jacket. "Uh, yea. That's a jacket. It's meant to keep you warm." The creature, no longer looking as pissed off, stood upright. He held the jacket up to his face, looked at it for a minute, then back at me.
*Hrrn, Hrrn, Hrrn.*
What the fuck was that noise? I looked to Syrai, who had her arms crossed and glaring at me. "Was that a laugh?" I whispered. Syrai shrugged. "I'm just mad that he hasn't killed you yet."
"Jaaket." Grey-hair said once again, then he threw it back to Syrai. "Thanks, I kinda wanted this back." Syrai said, glaring at me. It was my turn to shrug.
The grey-haired humanoid thingy typed on his wrist computer, if that's what it is. "How are you... ~Scrrrch~ ...still... ~Scrrrch~ ...alive?" Grey-hair tilted his head and did its weird laugh. Syrai broke into a hysterical fit of laughter. "Hey, I saved his life!" I pointed at the other humanoid I saved, I'll call him Damsel in distress [Damsel for short], he was still standing there. "Oh, and I also remember someone-" I pointed at Syrai. "-hiding behind me the ENTIRE way here while I empty the halls of xenomorphs!" That made Syrai stop laughing. I could swear I see a blush on her face, she's embarrassed.
Serves her right!
