I loaded my rifle before slowly stalking my prey. I have been studying him for months. He was humanoid like me but was just over half my height. He belonged to a pretty large pack not too far from here. It's just too bad he probably won't be missed.
From what I have seen, he appeared to have broken some taboo and was banished to the unforgiving forest that surrounded his former village. Poor thing dodged spears and stones every time he accidentally ventured into his former territory.
I carefully aimed and fired. He stumbled for a while before collapsing. A spear just barely missed him after he hit the ground. I fired madly toward the source of the spear as I made my way towards my prey. This was my first catch and I won't let some asshole kill him, native or not.
After I grabbed my prey, the ass charged at me. I shot him with my stun gun before making my way towards my craft just outside the forest. I quickly loaded my prize into the cab before entering myself. I quickly closed the door as the arrows and stones came. My prize and I were now protected by three inches of the strongest armor known.
I leisurely entered the coordinates of my destination before returning my attention to my prey. He quivered in fear as much as the drugs would allow. I knew I was breaking some sort of scientific protocol by allowing my subject to become incredibly stressed and I didn't exactly care. This world could be pretty harsh and this guy had practically no family left.
He was a primitive beast. His brain was slightly smaller than mine, relative to body size, and his body was relatively simple. It had no built-in defense mechanisms other than his hands, legs, and teeth. It didn't even share a symbiotic relationship with anything more complex than bacteria.
I wonder if we could draft his kind into our military. I won't let my prize get drafted. No. His job will be to be watched, examined, and loved. His brethren, though, could use a little military-style discipline. All it would take is convincing or replacing that tree they worship. Nothing motivates a people like a god breathing down their necks.
He'll need a mate. How can I expect him to truly be happy without someone to f-ck? I hear his kind is pretty picky when it comes to who they f-ck. Damn bossy tree.
He's still terrified. I wrap my arm around him to comfort him. I should have known he'd react badly to my hand approaching his crotch area. Oh well. This should relieve some of his stress.
He does not take it too well. He begins to panic. It's a good thing I had the foresight to restrain him. He sure is strange… and fascinating.
I decide to remove my hand. We're here anyway. I leave him with the xenobiological team. After a quick check-up, he'll be dropped off at my quarters. After all the bullshit he's been put through, he could use a break.
All that's left now is his name. Once we've deciphered his language, we can ask him.