Chapter 1 - Rescuer
Rythe dodged the Venom tiger's maw attacks. Rolling over on the ground he bumped into something cold and metal sticking in the ground. He pulled his sword out and slashed downward onto the tiger's skull. The prides surround him snarling. He dug his feet into the dirt and waited. The heavy paws of the tigers were painting the picture around him. It was to his advantage. Two raced toward him. He struck the first then the next as they came. Leaping into the air he intended to stab it. But miscalculated and he received a painful bite to his shoulder. He cursed it and impaled the sword through its eye. It let him and he fell to the ground. Biting his lip he ignored the pain and stood up and cut one down in a single blow. Then everything got dead silent.
The venom from the bite was starting to spread as he fell to his knees. The numb pain was crippling. He had to stand he had to finish this at the expense of his own life. He turned his attention to why it was quiet. Using his senses he detected something BIG just came into his presence. The tigers growled and roared as they attacked whatever it could be. Rythe was knocked to the floor as a Venom tiger pinned him down. He could smell its rank breath. He could feel its drool on his face. Just before it could maul his head off he felt the wind of the maul being smashed shut and its neck snapped. The beast was lifted off him and thrown to the side. He placed his hand on the dirt floor to sense. Who this was he was tall, big, and… curious?
He clawed to the sword which was right beside the person. He reached causally for the foot of the person. He or she was barefoot. He touched the foot. He felt the texture. It seemed to be a soft type of reptilian skin. This was no human. It growled softly and he removed his hand from its foot. He was then picked up and what he guessed was being looked at in the face. He once again reached his hand forward and touched the face. He felt the cold of metal of what he believed was a mask of a type. It was equal on both sides with even grooves on the side. He was put on its shoulder as it began to walk to where it is it's taking him. Judging by what he can feel and sense; this being is wearing a type of high-tech armor that is not covering the whole body. He then decided to not ask questions, rather than just wait to… know where they are going.
Four days later…
Resting in the pilot's chair, Kas'shamar was writing as her ship was parked on ashattered moon. She wrote in her holojournal on every planet she visits. She never wrote everyday, it would consume memory.
Her current entry went as followed:
"Entry 501,
This jungle planet is full of surprises! Dangerous wildfire, ancient ruins of civilizations long past, and temperatures that could make one faint – my type of hunting ground. There was a beast that intrigued me the most is this green and lavender tiger. After observing them over a course of three days I decided to hunt one for a trophy pelt – and not for its meat. The beast is agile, merciless, and relentless. Like a Hard Meat. And like a Hard Meat their meat and blood is inedible. Where a Hard Meat's is Acid a "Venom" tiger's is pure poison.
I found a family of a Sire, Bearer, and three cubs. I targeted the male, but if the female shows hostility and attacks I will be forced to kill it. I appeared before them and the male snarled a warning for me to back off. The Bearer hurried her cubs into the small den that served as their home. I readied my wristblades and took one step forward. The Sire roared as he leaped toward me. I evaded and blocked his claw swipes. The movement of this beast is one of the many that surpasses an ooman and yautja. I parried and dodged the attack until there was an opening in the chest. I took it, puncturing the lungs, and the feral cat fell limp with a deathrattle emanating from its throat. I pulled my blades out with its toxic blood covering it. The female then hissed for me to stay away. i just grabbed the Sire's carcass and dragged it away.
After letting the pelt drain of the poisonous fluids I stored it in the ship and continued the hunt. Hours of exploring a ruin I heard someone shout in pain. Went into the direction and saw a ooman fighting a pride of the Venom tigers. Going by the way he was dressed he was not from this world. I also will note that he is excelling the beasts in movement; evading and killing them with effortless speed which is very…"
Kas'shamar looked up when she heard a noise in the back of the ship. He must have regained consciousness. She closed he journal and went to the labs where he was. She wondered if the surgery has had a good upshot on him.
She punched in the combination to the labs and entered. He was not on the examination table, though the sheet that covered him was neatly folded. She looked around, and then caught his dried sweat scent. She then received a kick to the face from above with enough force to make her stumble backwards. She quickly regained her senses to hear him move down the corridors.
"Ooman wait!" she raced after him.
Following the sounds of his feet she turned the corner and was punched in the face that caused her to hit the wall as he darted pass. This was beginning to be annoying. She followed him to the ship's kehrite. Upon entering she aimed and hurled her hunting dagger to his back. He turned and caught it inches to his bare chest. She was surprised that he was able to snatch it before it hit him. He then rushed toward her and performed quick, aggressive, but skilled strikes. She used her gauntlets to parry his strikes. He grabbed a handful of her dread locks, yanked her to him and cuffed her in the face. Dazed she attempted a wild haymaker. He employed an elbow block, then a bodyshot. She stumbled. He reached out to snatch her like a snake. She quickly knocked his hands away and heel kicked to his diaphragm sending him to the floor. She then pinned him down by keeping her left foot on his right hand where the knife was. She growled at him to stop this fight. Her eyes clashed with his. He can see her now which probably made him even more deadly. He wasn't blind anymore.
"Did… you… heal my eyes?" he said as he tried to speak with her arm on his throat.
She glared at him.
"Are you going to attack me if I say yes?"
"Answer and we shall see."
She readied herself.
"Yes"
His eyes then appeared to be made of glass.
"…Thank you."
She relaxed a little but still kept her weight on him, just in case.
"Please forgive me I… getting my sight back after three years… it's a blessing."
She nodded.
"Could you remove yourself from my person; your arm is crushing my windpipe." He squeezed out.
He released the dagger and she snatched it as she stood up.
"Can I have my clothes back?" he gestured to his bare muscular form.
For an ooman he is tough and strong enough to give a yautja female a beating.
Who is he?
