His Sun - Her Moon

by Christine Hale

Christine was just a normal woman working For Weyland Corp before she was betrayed by her own kind. Lar'ja an Elder's son takes on the role as Elder after his father dies. He soon returns for the woman he ran into during a confrontation only to find the Ooman female was no longer Ooman but a hybrid changed by her own kind. Join them on their Journey.

1. Chapter 1

/Hello, hello, this is a Story based off my Character Christine, It's obviously a fanfic because of the Yautja huehue. Anyways, Chapter 1. I hope you enjoy./

/I do not own the Predator/Yautja stuff, all rights reserved./

A tall yet curvaceous woman with shoulder length ginger waves entered a jungle isolated building after exiting a black window tinted Cadillac. As she entered she was greeted by a woman who gave her a board to sign in. Signing her name with such precise beauty the woman knows as Christine Hale was now on her way through a set of glass doors and into a white hall. The hall seemed longer than the she anticipated. She kept turning every which way till she came to a set of huge towering iron doors and a single keypad with a card activated slot. Christine gave a quick sigh as she raised her badge and swiped it quick. Soon the doors slowly opened letting a blinding light into the hall as she passed through the doors into the room filled with other Scientists. Walking up to a young man she crossed her arms wrinkling her dark gray lab coat. She was just on a dinner date with friends so the clothing under her coat was a bit over the top. She wore a black harnessed bodycon styled dress with no sleeves. She also had her favorite deep gray boots on her feet as well. Understanding she didn't have time to go home and change her turned to her and gave a gentle smile.

"This better be good Mister Weyland... You interrupted me while I was with family." She sneered some thinking of how it looked to her family having to leave for work when she was supposed to be off and they hadn't seen her in so long.

He gave her a reassuring grin. "You should know by now I would never interrupt something unless it was important." He spoke using his hand to direct her towards a black glass. She gave a confused glance before he looked back at her. "We finally caught one.. he was stubborn to catch... Hell; he even killed a few of my men, but we got him!" He laughed yet Christine didn't find anything funny about death thought she was very curious to what he caught. "What is it, all I see is darkness?" She huffed before he motioned her to look again as he hit a button on the table in front of them. The room lit up and Christine stood in dire shock. A beast laid upon a metal table, strapped. No chained to it. He was hulking and his muscles were huge. By how his clawed feet draped the table she guessed he was around 8ft tall. His skin a light tan and had darker brown around his arms, chest and down the center of his abs. They had some weird pants on him that looked as if they barely fit and that they also seemed uncomfortable. He had long dreads protruding from his head and claws on his hands as well, but his face. He had a deep forehead dip which made him seem angry even in sleep. He had as strong jawline but what cut caught her attention the most was he had no lips, just his mouth which was covered by his closed barbed mandibles. His teeth looked just as sharp as his claws too. She gawked at him trying to figure out exactly what he was.

Suddenly she was snapped from her trance when Weyland called her by her name. "Christine did you hear me?" he questioned her as she looked at him confused. "No sir." She muttered as he grinned. "You my dearest, are going to go in and take some bloodwork and all that good stuff." She arched her eyebrow at the suggestion as if using her facial expression to ask him if he was stupid. He simply handed her the materials and sent her on her way.

She walked through another hall and towards the heavily locked set of doors which were made of Iron like the others. As she reached up to scan her badge she gave a soft gulp before talking to herself.

"Ok Christine. You got this. He is subdued. What could go wrong? Well...if anything does happen, I know how to fight, I'll just show him some of that Ginger power. Ehh here goes nothing..." She scanned her card and the doors swung open fast, giving her a mere five seconds to enter before they closed and locked again. When she entered she walked cautiously over to the huge beastly male laying chained to a metal table. There was a smaller table next to him which is what she set her lab needles and blood vials on. She took a full 2 minutes looking him over and taking down notes. First, she gently opened his eyelids to examine his eyes. They were dark and had a gorgeous gold iris, a gold tone which was as vibrant as 24kt gold jewelry. She wrote down his eye color and skin color than took his body temp. She gave a soft breath before writing his body temperature, which to her was rather hot, almost feverish. She used her tape measure to get his height. "8ft..like I thought." She muttered to herself as she wrote that down as well. Soon she was to get his weight. The table he was on would do that for her since it was a scale as well. She pressed a few buttons on the side of the table and it read what he weighed. "301 pounds?!" She gasped and wrote that down thinking that had to be mostly his muscle mass. The last thing was sex, which she obviously wrote down male cause of his body features. She was not about to look in his pants.

With that she was finally ready to draw blood. She got her needle set and ready. After putting the vile into the needles end she set it down to see if she could find a vein in his muscular arm. She raised her hands to run her fingers down his veiny biceps. She was looking for that perfect vein. Before she could reach for the syringe she felt him stir and she glanced up to see his eyes wide open and on her like she was a piece of meat. He let out a few clicks before allowing a deep growl to emanate from the core of his chest. She was immediately startled by this and stepped back. It was just staring her down and kept flexing its mandibles. "Christine, he cannot hurt you, just get his blood and get in here." Weyland spoke over the intercom. She sneered at the two-way glass then turned back to the growling, clicking beast. She picked up the syringe and gripped his biceps firmly causing him to growl louder at her and start to thrash wildly. She backed away as the syringe fell from her hands. The chains that held him to the table were not going to hold and she knew it. She ran to the door and kept scanning her card but it wouldn't open. "Weyland! Let me out! He's getting free!" She started pounding on the door hoping it would swoosh open but nothing. Not even his voice on the intercom. She felt something was odd but didn't understand what it was. Soon the sound of chains crashing against granite floors filled her ears as she looked over her shoulder to see the beast was standing by the table staring her down. He flared his mandibles and roared at her as he tilted his head slightly causing his dreads to fall over his shoulders a bit.

"Shit..." She muttered as she leaned away from the door. She was thinking to herself, hoping he wouldn't charge at her like a wild bull and he did just that. He clicked slowly before taking only a couple large but rapid strides till he was close enough to grab her by the neck but before his large palm could grasp the flesh of her neck she moved. She was quick on her feet too. She was suddenly behind him and with a simple twist of her body her lab coat fluttered upward. She sent her heeled boots up as her hands met the floor causing her to launch her feet into his upper back and force him painfully into the iron doors. He let out a snarl before turning towards her quick. "These things recover fast!" She gasped as she thought to herself. She was suddenly met with a barrage of rapid punches. Attempting to dodge them all she would duck rather fast only to be caught off guard by his large foot crushing forward into her stomach. She blinked wide eyed as she lost her breath from the savage kick to her gut. Where were the others, why wasn't Weyland responding or doing anything? She felt the thing grab a hand full of her hair and pull her towards his face just as the door opened to reveal more of these creatures. She whined some gripping his arms as he turned to them. She finally put two and two together. As she glanced out the corner of her eyes she seen the bloody lanyard in one of the armored beast's hands and blood around the area where they stood. She never heard a sound, not even a scream of the brutal killings outside the room.

They looked questioningly at the male holding the human female up by her hair. She for some reason was only whining about the pain she was feeling, but she gave a brave face. She seemed angry and not all that fearful. This amused them to see because most humans cried like children and begged for their lives. These humans were considered Oomans to these beasts and these beasts were none other than the Species called the Yautja. The Yautja that Christine was working on before he woke dropped her to the floor as she hugged her stomach some from the lingering pain. He knelt to her and clicked at her some. Luckily the human clothing was stretchy or it would have torn under his muscle mass. She glared at him as he roughly gripped her chin and pulled her forward some. She watched him look over her features, examining her like she had did him. He then looked up to the ones in the door way which had not closed yet. Suddenly his voiced echoed through the room. It was in a language she did not recognize. His voice was deep and almost demonic. Confused the looked up to see one of the others open and start typing on their gauntlet. Before she knew it she heard English come off the wrist computer they possessed. " . . . .Female." The voice on the gauntlet was a mixture of other people's voices. As if they recorded it over time. "Wait what!?" She huffed giving a growl of her own. She looked up at the one still close enough to touch. He held up his hand to her with one of his clawed fingers up. "One?" She questioned as he nodded. "One what? Week? Month? Year?" She hissed as he stood only to suddenly sweep kick into her body causing her to suddenly crash head first into the wall. Her sight blurred quick from the impact and she was soon met with darkness.

The Yautja male gave her a year to prepare for his return for her. He would have killed her right then and there but she shown potential. She was strong for an ooman female and quick too. She was able to land a hit on him which was unheard of with an ooman female. The male looked at the two who came for him and nodded once at them, they nodded once back as he passed them into the hall of scattered body parts. The two who came for him followed suit as they kept close as if awaiting orders. The Yautja that had been captured was an Elder's son. His name was Lar'ja which meant Dark, which suited him quite well. He was on Earth with two others at the time. They had been looking for suitable Oomans to take and drop on their reserve planet for the perfect hunt. His two brethren somehow triggered a trap on the back-water planet which resorted in their deaths and his capture. At first, he was very pissed off, but after meeting that ooman Lou-dte-kalei he became more amused than he was pissed off.

Soon he found his belongings and the three Yautja left on their ship to head back to their home planet Yautja Prime.

Christine was left in the lab room as the only survivor of the attack. When she came too she could see flashing lights. As if she was being wheeled away and the lights above her kept going by. She was confused and realized she was on a stretcher or something. "W..What?" she gasped feeling her abdomen hurting suddenly. Her sight started coming to her which caused her to see that there were doctors pushing her down a hospital hallway. "Her name is Christine Hale, she has a mild concussion and she has internal bleeding from god knows what. She is 25 years of age, 5'9 and is 194 pounds. " The voice of a doctor spoke to another as she was pushed into a room where she soon passed out again. When she finally came to for a final time she was in a room with windows to her left and flowers in vases to the front of her by a tv. She had i.v.'s in her left arm and her lower body was covered in hospital blankets. Confused she looked for a button to call for a nurse but she didn't have too. A nurse passing the room noticed she was awake and ran in. "Miss Christine, you're awake!?" She gasped causing Christine to shutter at her reaction. "What happened? Why am I here?" She spoke asking the nurse as she approached her. "you were the survivor of a massacre and that's all I understand." She spoke coming over to check her vitals. "Also. Who sent me the flowers.. I have no family so that's odd..." She muttered as the nurse smiled. "We did. We thought when you woke, seeing those would cheer you up...especially after the bad news I told you." She replied as Christine stiffened.

"I don't remember much of it...thankfully... I don't really want to remember." She sighed as the nurse smiled at her in a 'everything will be ok' way. "Well since you're awake finally you might be able to go home if you pass a few health checks of course. " She nodded at the nurse and soon went about her day. She passed her health checks and the next day was able to leave for home.

When she got home she locked everything. She did remember everything. She just knew not to say a thing because of how it would make her look. She'd be called crazy and insane. Aliens attacking and killing everyone was absurd and never heard of. She sighed and sat on her sofa, all she could think about was that Yautja. Why would he want to come back for her? What did he see in her? She stood up and smacked her fist against her palm. "I'll be ready for him if that's what he wants!" She spoke out loud and soon walked over to her company computer she had in her home and logged onto her work profile. She wanted to see if there was any information on Weyland's company site. Of course, only employees could see and use the site. She started looking through files on her work computer. Finally, she came across an article where Several highly trained soldiers went into an African forest to retrieve a signal only to have one man leave alive. Reading it she realized the details of the creature were stunningly similar to the male she was supposed to draw blood from. They called it a Predator but its accurate name was Yautja. Copying the name, she pasted it in Weyland corp. search and a ton of stuff popped up. It showed that they captured one years ago too. It shown all the details, aggression, curiosity, and body details too. This wasn't the fella she met, this one was smaller than the one she measured. She learned about trophies and the bands on their dreads, and the one she was confronted by had a ton of them. She also learned the sea in infrared, and are able to cloak themselves almost completely invisible to the human eye. They have levels like young blood, blooded, bad bloods and more. They are widely known for their hunting. They love to hunt that's for sure. One thing really caught her attention, the fact that the females can be larger than the males, but their kind could mate with humans if they pleased to do so.

She cringed at the thought trying to hold back a choke. She than read that they wear a mask like thing that allows them to see the way humans do or in different types of colors too. She learned so much from her work it was unreal almost. How did they get all this information? After finishing her odd study of the Yautja she turned off her computer and walked towards her kitchen. She got her tea pot filled with water and set it on the stove as she turned the flame up on low heat. She walked towards the sink which had a large glass window above it. Outside her sink window was a green well-kept yard, than sand and a dock. Her house was right up against the ledge of a lake. It was also in the middle of a forest with no other houses for at least 2 miles. She loved her sanctuary. Her father built the house and a year later after it was finished he passed of a brain tumor leaving Christine all alone in the world. No other family left. She suddenly snapped to reality when she heard her tea pot start to whistle. She walked over and got out a tea cup and a tea pack. Green tea was always her favorite. She put the tea bag in her cup and poured the boiling hot liquid over it filling the cup to its brim. She turned the flame off on the stove and put the tea pot at the back then grabbed her cup of fresh green tea and went up to her room after slipping off her shoes. Once in her room she set her cup down on her night stand to cool some because it was far to hot at the moment. She got some under garments out of her dresser and a silk night dress as well. She was still having pains in her abdomen and wanted to wear something looser tonight especially since she wanted to take a shower as well. After her Shower, she came back into her room with her night dress on and took a test sip of her tea. It had cooled to a perfect temp. Drinking more of it she took a couple sleeping pills to help her sleep. Soon her cup was empty and her light was off. Her house was silent besides the sound of her standing fan which blew cool air against her bare skin as she slept. She was sleeping on her side which allowed the size of her hips to be more prominent. She was truly a thick woman. Her butt was large as were her DDD breasts. If it weren't for her sleeping pills, she'd be up all night paranoid.

As she slept the darkness was broken by the light of her phone flashing on the night stand by her bed but she never stirred. On it's screen an unknown number flashed repeatedly. A text arrived on her phone sent by someone she'd least expect, but for now she'd sleep soundly and not even move an inch from her spot. The text was just her name. "Chris'tine." followed by weird foreign specks, something not seen on phones at all. What could it have been. The next morning, she raised up from her back leaving the confines of her warm spot. She looked over grabbing her phone to check the time. At first, she didn't notice the text but she did realize she was utterly late for work. She knew her fellow employees would be in shock to see her at work after what had recently happened. Her legs swung over the bed as she pushed her feet into the soft fibers of her pepper carpet. She quickly got dressed and fixed up her bed hair. She didn't care to put it up, she preferred it down since it was short. Looking over herself in the nearest mirror she nodded at herself, grabbed her keys, her bag too and quickly left her house, locking it up as she went. She neared her black Camaro and clicked her remote causing it's doors to unlock and the cause engine roar to life. She got into her car and soon drove off. Before she knew it she was on her way to work like nothing ever happened. She just wanted to get all of it off her chest, to try and move forward and forget about the threat of that creature returning for her. She drove for what felt like 4 hours before she came to a different facility than the one where the blood shed occurred. It was much larger and more secured. As she pulled in and parked her car she got out and locked it back up just in time to see a security guard approaching her. "Oh this donut loving jerk. Uhg." She said under her breath so he wouldn't here. As he got close enough to touch her she quickly stepped around him and ignored his protests about her parking in a manager's spot. She clearly didn't give a rat's ass. She continued inside and held her bag close to her as people started to stare at her uncomfortably. She sighed before entering the room where the last living Weyland stood waiting for her. The woman was a rude bitch. That's for sure. "Christine, you're late." The woman huffed turning towards her from the window. "Sorry, I had a weird week…" She spoke but the older woman quickly followed. "I don't care. I heard of this incident, and I don't care, my brother had a lot of guts keeping that thing without proper handling, he deserved what he got." Christine winced at her remark thinking of how sick she sounds. "I wanted you here today because of one thing." She spoke to her as Christine lifted her eyes to her. "Yes?" She replied. "Why did that Yautja choose to spare your life?" She became very serious about the matter at hand. Christine seemed dumbfounded. She didn't even know herself. "What? I don't know-" She huffed suddenly cut off by the gray haired Weyland. "You do know, so do not play stupid with me. Lucky for you we have plans." She gave Chrissy a sudden sadistic grin. "What?" She questioned as she stared at the old woman. Suddenly two large guards, bigger than the donut guy came into the room with them. "The facility where the attack happened. We watched the camera footage and were shocked to see they conversated with you. So taking the hint that we think they will return for you, we will keep you here and give him the surprise of a life time." "You don't understand, I couldn't understand much of what they tried telling me!? What are you gonna do to me huh? You cannot just keep me locked up till he decides to show himself?" She seemed to raise her voice at Weyland. "Do not raise your voice to me GINGER! You will remain here for the rest of your life if we have to. Since you seemed to land a hit on the thing, you might be able to sustain mutations to do more than land hits. Take her away and get her prepped!" She snarled at Christine as the guards grabbed her arms ripping her backwards. "MUTATIONS!?" She hissed at the old bitch before being drug out into the hall. She started trying to fight back and claw at the males holding her. "FUCK!" One cried out grabbing his eye as the other flipped Christine's frame onto the floor knocking the wind out of her. She was still healing from her previous wounds so she was in no shape to fight them off. Regaining his composure, the scratched male helped the other bound her legs and hands. "You.. will regret this.. I swear to you." She sneered at them as they laughed at her. She was lifted off the floor and carried to a room filled with bright lights. Soon she was placed onto an ice-cold table and strapped to it. She thrashed and fought against the restraints which caused her wrists and ankles to bruise slightly. As she watched the guards leave, two women walked in with clothe scissors. What were they planning? She wondered but didn't want to waste her breath to ask.

Cutting off all but her undergarments they soon left her half naked on the table. She was cold and confused but mostly full of rage. Her pale yet reddish freckled skin seemed to cover in goosebumps. Minutes turned into hours before The bitch entered the room with her with a huge syringe that contained god knows what. "Don't you dare put that anywhere near my skin!" She snapped at her as miss Weyland just laughed at her. "Or what? You cannot do a damn thing strapped in like that. Just be still and this will be over soon dear." She spoke setting the syringe into her lab coat pocket and then taking out a metal collar that had some sort of red glowing bar to the front of it. She quickly strapped it around Christine's soft neck and clamped it closed causing it to lock into place. "You cannot remove this without my keycard. So pull at it all you like Princess." She laughed annoyingly into her ear. Christine gathered enough guts to ask a question. "What are you going to do with me…?" She looked at her and then something she never expected to hear. "We create monsters dearie, what do you think we are gonna do to you?" She pulled the syringe out again and looked for a plump vein on her right arm. She glared the lady down as the needle entered her delicate skin and into a large vein in the inner part of her arm. She let out a soft whine as she closed her eyes feeling a sudden burning sensation fill her body. "Don't worry, you won't turn into a Xeno. I gave you a serum that will heighten your senses and who knows what else. You'll be able to understand the Yautja language without even having to study it. You will probably change but might not notice it." She pulled the needle from her arm as Christine gasped and wiggled on the table as the burning got worse. Just as quick as it started Miss Weyland left the room locking her in and dimming the lights.

"What now?" A man asked Weyland. "We let her rest and accept the serum, and we check her progress tomorrow." She turned on her heels and walked off vanishing down the corridors of halls.

The next day a man ran into Weyland's office hysterical. "MISS! You need to come see her now! This was better than we hoped!" She shot up from her desk and followed him quickly.

Christine had drifted to sleep after the burning finally went away. Her body just felt so heavy and it caused her to feel very sleepy. When she woke up the next morning, she felt odd. Like something was different but she couldn't quite get a finger on it. 'What did she inject into me' she thought as she tried to move but it was no use. She felt very hot and could tell she was sweating. Suddenly the bright lights flashed on burning her sensitive eyes. She growled lowly at the pain before allowing her eyes to adjust. She could see and hear better for some reason. Which was alright cause she overheard the scientists chatting about her through the walls. Calling her a success. "What?" She muttered trying to pull her arms free. She forgot she was restrained and it angered her. She started growling loudly not realizing that she was the one producing the growls she broke through the straps that bound her to the table. A set of snaps echoed through the room as she heard the people on the other side starting to panic. As she approached the two-way mirror she froze. "What did they do to me…What did you do to me!" She suddenly punched the glass causing it to crack effortlessly. Her reflection shown herself but She seemed to have darker red spots of skin tone that faded into her natural human tone. Her freckles were also darker, almost looking like millions of little stars against her fair skin. Her teeth were sharp, no mandibles, just really sharp teeth. She had sharp claws on both her hands and her feet as well. She looked like a normal human being but than again she didn't. Her eyes were the main piece of her new found beauty. The once dark blue orbs were now a bright bluish gray color. She didn't understand what was going on with her. It frightened her, no it angered her more than she already was. Thing is, she knew she could use it to her advantage. She was stronger, faster and most of all, they feared her and she knew it now. Suddenly the doors sbehind her swished open and she turned to see miss Weyland holding a gun towards her. Is she kidding right? No she was seriously about to shoot her if she tried to attack. "Get back onto your table." She demanded but Christine wasn't gonna listen to her. She suddenly dashed towards her hearing her gun start to rapid fire. She slid under the table, kicking it off its legs and twisting it to shield her against any bullets. She then shoved the whole table into the woman's body knocking her off her feet and back head first into the brick wall. There was a disgusting cracking sound as her head met the wall. As she slid down Christine realized she killed her. There was a smear of blood that went all the way down the bricks. The irony smell filled her nostrils which caused her to growl lowly. She then turned and ran out the door where more gunfire was met. Dodging them and eliminating them swiftly she took off down the hall she knew led to Weyland's office. She was able to locate her phone and keys to her car, that was it. Grabbing a lab coat she covered herself and made her way out to her car, starting it with her remote. As she climbed into the driver seat she noticed her phone light up. The battery was almost dead so she scrambled for a phone charger and plugged it in as she started to move her car. It looked like no one was following so she quickly looked at her phone to see two texts, not one. TWO. The first was her name with weird specks of red on it. The second was. " . .Ooman." Followed by more red specks. Not even seconds after opening her phone it started glitching and got so hot that it burned her hand. She fumbled to hold it but it fell onto the passenger floor board. As she looked up she realized there were people finally coming out to chase her. She could have been long gone by now. She left the phone on the floor and sped off. Soon having cars following her down the mountain side. She was driving fast and recklessly. She just wanted to lose them and get to safety. She wasn't focused about the texts or what not, she just wanted to be free already.

As she came to a bend in the road she noticed something glistening in the sky, one second it was there, then it wasn't. "Ocular migraine…or I'm seeing things.. "She huffed keeping her foot on the gas. Whatever she seen was huge; The size of a space ship. As she tried to turn her wheel she realized her pursuers were now driving beside her trying to block her in. She screamed as they started ramming into her car. "Leave me alone!" She cried as she suddenly turned her wheel to the right, stupidly causing her car to push into one of the guys and then directly through a road rail and down the side of a steep cliff. She screamed all the way off the cliff as the man did as well. His car took an unlucky turn as it fell down a steeper part and completely obliterated into a bloom of flames once it met the rocky ground below. Her's though, she rolled down the side of the hill. She was thrashing about inside like a mad person. When her car came to a devastated stop, she was upside down and not responding. The one guy left parked his car and proceeded down a safer part of the hill with a shot gun in hand. Her hair and arms were dangling under her head as she started to come to, coughing and spitting up small specks of dark colored blood. She was to messed up to realize her blood wasn't red but a dark green. Unlike the Yautja which is a brighter green. She looked around hoping her eyes would stop being complicated and allow her to see. Her ears were ringing but she could make out faint sounds. Like the screaming of a man being torn to pieces. She started fumbling for her belt buckle, trying to find the release button on its side. When she found it she crashed down onto the inner roof of her demolished Camaro. She kicked the glass free of her driver side door and shimmied out weakly. The screaming was louder once she made it out. Was it the one that crashed down the hill with her? Wait he was already dead.. She knew it was the other one, but why was he screaming in suck pain struck agony. He didn't crash like they had. She weakly glanced up to see twenty feet from her and her car the bloodied male was suspended several feet from the ground by an unseen force. A familiar clicking suddenly filled her ears as she froze.

As she went to get to her feet the man that was suspended above the ground was suddenly tore in half. His intestines falling out of his lifeless body as he crashed to the rocky ground in a disgusting sound she would never forget. "It's happening again…." She muttered finally on her feet as she backed up against her upside-down car. Seeing the shimmering mass start moving towards her she darted into a near forest. As she ran the sound of a deathly roar filled her ears. She knew he was coming for her. As she Neared a shallow creek bend she felt a massive force hit her from behind and it caused her to tumble down the hill towards the creeks shore with whatever grabbed her. Coming to a stop on her back she huffed trying to get out of her dazed state. When she was able to focus she realized the shimmering mass was hovering over her. As she gulped softly she watched as the shimmering cloak seemed to fall, completely fading away revealing what it hid. She was speechless and shocked to see it was the Yautja she was supposed to draw blood from before. Even though he bore a mask over his face, she knew it was him thanks to his dreads and skin tone. She stared into his lenses and gave a soft whimper before he growled softly at her followed by a couple repeated clicks. "Y…You gave me one week…?" she questioned. He gave her a year but she would never know that so he shook his head. She watched as he continued to hover over her, examining her unfamiliar frame. He didn't understand why she smelled different, why parts of her were different. Something clicked in her head and she looked away from him. "if you can understand me… I'm not human anymore." She muttered softly only to hear a raspy voice come from behind the mask. "Not…Ooman.." He spoke as he got off her and pulled her up. He barely knew human languages but he did learn a few words of English and thanks to his mask, he was able to understand her better. As she got a better look at him she realized there were others around them. A lot of others. They were armored like he was, had weapons similar to his, but something stood out with him. He had a deep blood red cloak hanging from his shoulders. She didn't understand exactly what was going on but she heard the words. "Test" Come from his mask and as soon as she met his glance he swiftly pressed his rough palm against a pressure point on her neck close to the collar that she still wore.

She quickly lost consciousness like she did the first time they met. This time though, he wasn't leaving her where she would definitely die without mercy. He could sense the Yautja blood flowing through her and with his previous plans, he knew things would be better this way. Soon she was lifted bridal style into the hulking males arms and taken aboard a ship. The hole trip she'd be asleep and when she'd awake, she'd be in for a surprise when she's dropped onto a reserve planet used for hunting. This is how he will test her. Will she fail or will she pass the test.

((Chapter 1 finished huehue))