His Sun - Her Moon Chapter 2: Her Test, an aliens/predator fanfic

/Chapter 2/

Christine could feel her body being carried about. The sound of clicking and growls filled her dreams, if that's what one could call it. She was out cold, as were other humans who were taken from Earth. Even though they were all gonna be dropped she was there for a more different purpose. She was there for a test. Lar'ja, the new Yautja elder of his clan wanted to see if she was indeed what he thought she would be. An honorable Fighter. Though with his new findings, he realized she was a hybrid thanks to her own kind. Ooman's disgusted him how they would treat their own kind. His clan was different than others. Sure he had the levels that all clans had with young bloods, bad bloods blah blah. All that good stuff. After the Hive queens were all destroyed the Chiva was never the same. He had to think of something to allow his kind an honorable life. Being very intelligent he remembered the hunting planet his family had passed from Elder to Elder. It was a hunting reserve planet, with three moons and one sun. It was similar to earth but had no cold climates. It was constantly humid and hot besides when the sun fell during the night. Days were longer as well. Each day consisted of about 48 hours. What two earth days were equaled one day on the reserve. It housed an abandoned mining ship and one Huge ocean. But the forests were ideal for Hunters. They would bring in the strongest humans they can find and drop them in as bait for the eager young Yautja. This time it was only Christine that was tasked to pass a test and she didn't even understand it yet.

Lar'ja prepared her chute and strapped it around her limp frame. He made sure she had a good one so that the chances of a malfunction were not possible. He really wanted to see what she had when she was pushed to the extreme. He grinned through his mask and clicked at her. Touching her cheek he stood up as the other Yautja got the other Humans ready. The drop door would open and one by one they were thrown out into the sky. Lastly it was Christine. He said nothing as he tossed her into the sky sending her on a freefall down towards the jungles. There were three bad bloods and a bunch of oomans below. All of them were fair game. He speculated how she would handle it.

Christine suddenly jolted awake feeling the wind rippling through her clothes. She gasped and cupped her face trying to calm herself as her hair fluttered wildly around her face. She let out a shriek and looked down. She was nearing the ground and could hear a loud irritating beeping sound. She realized it was coming from a large red flashing thing on her chest. "WHAT?!" She screamed out smacking at the button as the beeping and flashes got faster and faster until. WHOOSH. A chute shot out and flew out above her causing her to slow down within seconds. She cringed at the pain caused from the whiplash as she neared some trees. Once she was on the ground she let out a low growl and unhooked her chute letting it fall down behind her. She could see others falling still and wanted to go find them as fast as she could. What she wasn't aware of is that all of them were men from a prison. All of them were due to be put to death too. She would soon see that. As she got close to where one fell she peered through some bushes and watched as the huge human man stood up revealing his prison jumpsuit which was a bright orange and said death row on it. His inmate number was #1346, but where he came from was of no clue to her. She did know that if he was on death row he couldn't be trusted. She knew more were falling due to the orange on them as well. She didn't wanna stick around to find out what they might do to the lone female. Or try to do since she was no longer fully human. She turned to head back the way she had come from only to see and Inmate behind her. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A little fish out of water?" He laughed and she knew the others she was originally trying to get away from heard. They walked over to them and she glared at them. "This must be our lucky day!" Another spoke as she started rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Clearly none of you have any smarts, otherwise you'd realize that this is not some place you can harm a woman. I'll give you a choice. Work together to figure out this place…or die right now…" She hissed. They started laughing uncontrollably at her remark. "Bitch, You really think we are gonna fall for that? We are free, no restraints. And a woman with a delicious body is standing in the center of us. You really think we care about threats or death?" She sighed. "I figured you would say that.. I'm flattered for the complement but you won't touch me." She crossed her arms and watched as the bugger man seemed to get angry. "Bitch shut up!" He stumbled towards her like a drunken homeless man. Her eyes flashed their bright blue causing her to move towards his advance with speed he and the others had never seen before. She grabbed the large inmate and pushed him back with an unrecognizable force. She slammed the man up against a rotting tree by his neck. Her claws digging into the man's veins. He gasped as the other guys freaked out as they watched the attack unfold. She Got into his face and bared her sharp teeth. "I will kill you if it means I survive. Now, are you gonna be a good little asshole?" She questioned. He quickly nodded and she dropped him. "Anyone else wanna try to defile me?" She looked around seeing that the only survivors of the air drop were five inmates including herself.

They shook their heads and waited for her to lead them forward. They didn't wanna fuck with her at that point. Some of the inmates had weapons somehow but they didn't intend to use them on her seeing that she was a weapon herself. To them she was an abomination but they weren't gonna tell her that. As she passed the group they started following her like lost children. She lead them deeper into the forest even though she was unarmed she knew they couldn't take her even if they tried. She just didn't care if they died either. They killed and raped a lot of people, they were the dirt under her boots. As they neared a watering hole she stopped hearing something they couldn't hear. "If you have weapons…I suggest you get them ready. Or climb up the nearest tree…." She could hear the sound of padding feet. Snarling and growling. Dog's? No, these were much bigger, much meaner. She readied herself unknowing of what these creatures are. As they came into view she snarled as some inmates scurried up tries at the mere sight of them. The dogs resembled huge boars and were covered in tusks. All the way down their hide. Their mouths looked ripped open and their teeth exposed permanently. She and a couple brave inmates stood their ground. One of the dogs leaped attacking one of the men as the other guy chose to run leaving Chrissy there with inmates in trees and what looked to be 20 to 30 dogs. They started circling her as she heard the guy that ran scream out like a woman. She knew he was a goner and that left 3 guys in the trees. She watched as one of the dogs went to jump at her. She moved to the left of it rather quick as one of its tusks grazed her outer thigh. She growled and hoping it would work. She never tried it before but she knew that Yautja could do it, so maybe she could. She buried her feet into the soil and drew in a deep breath before suddenly unleashing a loud echoing roar. The dogs quickly yelped and suddenly backed away from her. The roar sounded more feminine, not deep like a males.

As soon as the dogs turned tail she looked towards the frightened scum in the trees. They were staring at her like she were the enemy. She sighed as they finally climbed down and stared at her. "I just saved you. Stop staring." She snarled some as they stood straight like obedient soldiers. She walked passed them heading towards the direction the dogs ran. "Wait!? You want us to go that way? Those things ran that way though!" One snapped at her as she stopped in her tracks. "I'm going. You don't have to go." She then turned towards them. "We are not on Earth. This planet is a test… as I was told.. The creatures that put us here are called Yautja. Now.. Judging on how they were in a pack they were hunting dogs. Like blood hounds. Sent to lure us out. I'm taking it the one's who sent them are Yautja as well. They have a ship to leave this place, and I plan to take it by force if needed. You come or you stay." She turned away and started walking away again. They reluctantly started following after she spoke. They wanted off the floating rock as much as she did.

As the hours reached 37 the sun started to finally set. It was slowly setting but it was getting dark rather fast. Dawn was a beautiful sight though. Something so beautiful in such a dire situation. As they came around a bend they noticed a camp of some sort. They smell was awful to the men but to Christine, the hanging fresh kill smelled delicious. Ignoring her obvious hunger she strolled deeper into the deathly looking camp. Her bright eyes becoming her best thing in the dark. They allowed her to trace the heat in the dark. She could see colors but this was great too. As she turned to see if the guys were still following she heard one of them cry out. It startled her causing her to run back towards them. She wasn't concerned about their well being, just her own because loud cries would definitely draw attention. As she came around the totems she stopped in her tracks. There, a Yautja with red dreads held a bloody skull and spine in his clawed hands. One of the three inmates was now dead leaving only two left. The Yautja was eyeing them snarling, clicking and growling in an almost musical way. She knew that he wasn't the leader somehow. He didn't have a lot of bands on his dreads. With that she dashed towards him fast. She catapulted herself into his back causing him to drop the skull and spine. She stumpled forward almost losing his balance. He grew pissed and twisted his body just enough to send her sliding away on the heels of her boots. She glared at him as he arched his back and roared at her. More clicking came into her ears as two others stepped out beside him. She realized they had the humans by the back of their necks. As if showing her they would kill them if she tried that again. She honestly did not give a fuck. The tallest Yautja was the one on the left. He was covered in the bones of smaller animals and seemed to be commanding the other two.

As she stood waiting they ended the lives of the last two inmates and the two rookies charged her. She gave them the dirtiest look they ever seen before she charged at them herself. She watched as they drew their dah'kte (wrist blades). She was clearly unarmed and they didn't care. What honor was there to that? None. She didn't know of bad bloods. Honorable Yautja when challenged would supply a weapon if their kill was clearly outgunned. The only reason they killed unarmed was if they were hosts to xeno worms. Or if they went L'ulij-bpe (mad). They were creatures that shown no mercy but held strong to their honor unless they were Bad Bloods like these before her. Christine sneered at them before one was able to slash towards her face with his dah'kte. Her body was still in motion as she dropped to her knees and slid under his legs and popped up behind him. She then launched herself up sending her elbow up into his spine causing him to shriek out and fall over onto his hands and knees. Seeing an odd looking rod on the straps of his back she became curious. What was that? She needed to get a weapon and quick. She was willing to take from the weak if needed. She snatched the rod from his back, ripping the straps clean apart as he quickly turned to her clearly angered even though she couldn't see his eyes. As she held it out it suddenly extended into a sharp ended combistick. The spear, known as Ki'cti-pa to them felt heavy in her palms but she could use it. She had training before her father died that shown her how to use staffs and spears for fighting. She learned how to move without touching herself with the bladed ends. She never expected to have to use her skills for real. Now was what Lar'ja was waiting for. A real honest fight. He would step in if needed but he wanted to see what would happen. She pointed the combistick at the one closest to her and taunted him. He clicked angrily and strode right towards her. She waited till he was in reach before she swung around him and spun the spear around her body before smacking it at the back of the beasts legs. He yelped almost as he tried to catch himself. "Weak.." She muttered before slamming her foot against his rump causing him to falter forward. Taking the advantage she swiftly plunged the combistick blade into his head. The feeling vibrating through the stick made her sick to her stomach but she didn't have time for that. She ripped it from the dead yautja's skull causing his bright green blood to spirt out across her abdomen and legs. She huffed at the annoyance before baring her teeth at the other weakling. He flexed his hands as they circled one another. He'd then charge first, causing her to raise up the combistick in a protective manner blocking his first strike with his blades. The force of his blades crashing down on the spear shook her knees but she was able to keep standing and soon gave a sudden grin which made him question the look with a set of growls and clicks. She suddenly jumped back and swung her leg forward, the tip of her steal toed boot crunching up against his loin cloth and leather armor. Her cried out grabbing himself and all she could do was praise herself. She than quickly swung herself around tilting the combistick sideways so that the blade could efficiently cut through the Yautja's dreads and neck. A sickening slick sound filled the silent forest as the second beasts head slide off his shoulders and his body collapsed into the leaves and brush.

She then turned just in time to see the fist of their leader smash into her cheek. She lost her balance and the grip of the combistick. She fell onto her side skidding some. She glared up at him as he growled and drew his own combistick. She was becoming frustrated. She wanted this game, this TEST to end already. Clearly she finally knew it was to see how strong she really was. If she were still fully human she would have no doubtedly been graced by death before having to even see these Yautja. She looked at him as he waited for her to stand, sizing her up almost the same Lar'ja had. She wrinkled her nose in disgust to him as she got to her feet. He kicked the combistick she dropped back to her feet allowing her to pick it up. Maybe there was some honor left in him after all. As she went to pick it up, she watched him move. He was going to attack while she was distracted. Before she knew it she quickly stood herself up. Just in time to see the blade of his combistick pass inches from the bridge of her nose and pas through a few strands of her red hair. She stepped back as he followed up with another swing. She sprung her own combistick up and stopped the next attack. The two metal combi's clanked together in an ear piercing sound. She soon spun her body and landed a round house hick to his abdomen. She then followed up with something she didn't expect to work. She formed her clawed hand into a point and plunged it into the already sore spot on his abdomen causing his bright green warm blood to ooze out around her hand.

She removed her hand quickly and leaped up to the 7ft male slamming her head against his mask, shoving him backwards. This action caused his mask to crack against the impact of her inhumanly hard skull. She than attempted the rip off his mask so she could see his face. As she tried she didn't see him swing his combistick. The blade pierced through her waist causing her to drop off him with the spear still sticking out of her. Her growled at her loudly and stomped over to her and pressed his foot onto her neck roughly. He started to violently twist the combi inside her wound. She let out more cries as she fought back tears from the pain. She could feel the warmth of her blood pouring out of the wound as he continued to torture her. As soon as he pulled the blade from her body she knew she had to act fast. Her went to slam it down into her chest but she rolled out of the way grabbing her bleeding wound. He left the combi stick sticking out of the ground at an angle as he turned towards her swerving his shoulders. She glared at him as she stumbled back. Suddenly seeing the combistick shining behind him she became wide eyed. Would it work. He was to busy with her to realize his own grave mistake. She drew in a sudden breath and than dashed towards him. Thankfully he staid where he stood which is what she hoped he would do. She crashed into him almost in a bear hug as she pushed him back, treading heavily on the dirt and leaves. He started clawing at her back and drew his dah'kte but before he could use them he felt a sharp pain enter through the back of his neck and then no pain at all. The other end of the combistick protruded out through his neck, clearly severing a major artery. The blade had barely missed Christine herself as she leaned off of him slowly. She was covered in the blood of the Yautja she killed and her own blood. She gripped her wound tightly hoping to stop the bleeding but it kept gushing out. "I'm gonna bleed to death…" She muttered suddenly blinded by a light. It caused her to coil up some as she covered her eyes with her free hand. When the light dimmed she noticed it was Lar'ja by himself. He was standing before her like a dominant male would his female. She growled softly thinking he came to finish her off. She knew he could. He was way more experienced than the Yautja she killed and herself. She suddenly felt her heart give a hard beat showing that it was struggling to pump the remaining blood through her veins. Feeling the burning in her chest her knees gave out. As quick as he appeared before her he was also quick to appear against her catching her before she could fall. She felt her body slump against his chest as he lifted her up into his arms. She weakly looked up at him and oddly gave a smile. "Did….I pass…?" She remembered him talking about a test, she was guessing that was the test. He simply nodded with no words besides his soft clicking. Before she could get out other words she wanted to say, she fell unconscious in his arms.

When she awoke she felt covered in something soft, furs? She slowly sat up to see she was in a dim room with a faint red light glowing from the ceiling. She looked over where she was taking it all in. The room had metal walls, four large metal doors, and real fur matts covered the floor and the bed she was in as well. As she attempted to sit up from the incredibly large bed she felt a shooting pain travel from her abdomen up to her chest. She shot back onto her back to regain herself before sitting up only a little bit so she could examine herself. Her cheeks suddenly flushed a bright red as she realized she was naked all but her black panties and the weird tannish colored medical wrap that wrapped around her hips all the way up her breasts. Her wound must have been more worse than she thought. She could see the dark green staining through. She still wasn't used to the newest side of her. Somehow managing to sit up fully, even through the severe pain she got to her wobbly feet. Her bright grayish blue hues reflecting the red glow slightly. She stumbled over to the doors and one by one the slid open so she could see what they were. The first door was what seemed to be a huge bathroom. Huge jacuzzi tub like thing, a huge shower and something similar to a toilet and a sink. Leaving that door way she left to the second. The door opened to something similar to an office but it was full of weapons and a large computer looking thing, the screen looked of see through glass so it must have projected images instead of how a television or computer on her home world did. She'd leave that door way and travel to the third. When the door opened her eyes became wide. Skulls and trophies of all kinds filled the huge room. There were so many bones but what caught her off guard was the one side to her left was bare all but three skulls that looked like the shape of a Yautja's head. She couldn't help but wonder if those were hers. They seemed freshly cleaned. Though she was curious she didn't wanna linger in that area much to long. She left that doorway and went to the last door. It was much larger than the other three and a darker gray color. She wondered if it was the rooms exit. As she stepped close to it she forgot of her appearance but luckily when the door slid open Lar'ja stood before her, unmasked. She blinked staring at him she could see he suddenly became frustrated. "Lay down!" He snarled. She blinked fully understanding him. "Why!?" She snapped back at him as he pushed his way into the room the door shutting behind them. "I realized that you could understand us with what ever those ooman's did to you. But as I stated.. LAY DOWN!" He growled at her as he pointed towards the fur covered bed. "No!" She replied in a snarky tone. He raised his mandibles some as clicks escaped his maw. "NOW! Your wounds are not fully healed, you could still bleed to death if you do not allow them to heal!" He argued with her getting very angry with her not listening. She leaned up close to his face with an annoyed look in her eyes. "I don't want to lay down, it's to hot in here!" She sneered at his response only for him to suddenly grab her up and slam her up against the wall. His right leg pinned up between her thighs. He lowered his left hand to her large healing wound and pressed his thumb into it. Christine let out a startling cry and started wiggling against his grasp. "Ok,Ok! I'll lay back down…." She pleaded as he pulled his thumb away and released her. She didn't want to admit she liked how close he was but he was rude to pick on an injured woman. Even though she was a stubborn red head. She was not to concerned on him seeing her almost nude form, cause her most precious parts were covered. She soon waddled past him and towards the bed, he would follow clicking at her curiously. She sat down on his bed and bring her legs back up onto it and laid back crossing her arms in defeat. He seemed to kneel down by her and start to examine her wound.

He would focus on changing the dressings and cleaning her wound again before wrapping it back up again and leaving her to rest. He gave her a warning growl as he pulled a fur up over her. "I will bring you food later. For now, go back to sleep. We have much to discuss when you are well. Do not leave that bed." He urged her as he stood up fully and walked towards the door. She didn't wanna argue with him or piss him off any more than she might have already. When he left the room, the door closed leaving her alone again. Soon enough she had drifted back to sleep her red wavy locks cascading across the furs she used as pillows.

((Shorter chapter lol Tomorrow Chapter 3 will be made longer.))