He could have crushed the oomans windpipe in an instant, but he wanted to savor its death instead. It kicked and desperately gulped for air. It eyes began to water and it's blunt nails dug into his arm. Only when it had stopped struggling and its limbs went limp, Odite picked up a familiar scent. The scent of a female.
He immediately released the pressure on the ooman's neck, and it heaved in deep, ragged breaths. He'd been too focused before to pay much attention to its scent, or its appearance past it's strange clothes. Now, he was curious. He shifted his foot off the fabric that had been keeping her pinned, and then tore it away from her neck. He grabbed the plastic visor off her head as well, and tossed it.
He hovered over the ooman, inspecting her. Yautja females had very long hair, which was why he was thrown off with the oomans appearance at first. Her hair was very short, messy, and gram cracker brown in color. Her eyes were very feminine though, almond shaped, and with thick lashes. Her nose was small. Her lips were round and puckered slightly. She looked quite sweet and innocent to him.
The bright orange vest impeded his examination of her, as well as hid her mammary glands from view. He didn't think twice about tearing it off her. She shrieked and squirmed some, but still acted unusually passive. The ooman was still catching her breath and regaining her strength. Odite took full advantage of that.
He stared at the two soft mounds on her chest, and a lump formed in his throat. He rudely plucked at her clothes, finding that there was a tight inner layer under her shirt that kept her breasts confined. His eyes moved lower then. She had a very small, delicate body frame and small hips. He slid one hand towards her crotch and pressed his fingers against her sex, confirming that the ooman was in fact a female.
Linna fought to remain calm and keep her breathing even. The creature was looking down at her with a savage intensity, and her survival mode was quickly kicking in because of it. She unbuttoned her pocket and blindly felt for the tool. When her fingers curled around the weight of it, she didn't try to look down. She flipped the Swiss army knife open, begging that it was the blade and not the nail file.
As distracted as he was, he hadn't noticed the ooman digging around in her pockets. He only heard the "click" and his mind rapidly refocused. Odite caught her wrist just before the blade nicked his skin. He tightened his grip with a low growl until she cried out in pain and dropped the weapon. It clanged against the metal of the ship, then he quickly scooped it up and tossed it into the ocean.
His attention snapped back to the female, his sulfur-yellow eyes gazing at her body again. She tucked in her arms and legs, trying to protect herself from his impending anger. Linna was completely misreading his facial expressions though. He wasn't angry at her for trying to stab him. To him, an attack was merely foreplay.
He lowered his body down over her, growling low in his throat. Her breathing kicked up a notch, and she stared at him from the corner of her eyes. When he grabbed her arm, she resisted at first. Knowing that he was far stronger than her though, she quickly gave in and let him remove her arms from across her chest. When he pinned them above her head, she hardly protested. Odite began to believe she was going to be an easy fuck.
He wasn't surprised. Females had always overlooked him. Now, he had become accustomed to winning over females by sheer force. If he could overpower them, and get them into position against their will, most yautja females simply relented at that point. He may not have all the skulls, awards, and prestigious titles like other males did but his physical strength and determination proved to them that he was worthy enough to pass on his genetic code.
However, when he tried to part her legs, her fight returned full-force. She kicked her hardest, jabbing his ribs with her heel, yet it didn't even faze him. He let her buck and squirm, intending to let her tire herself out. She yanked her arms out of his grasp and briefly attempted to choke him. Two of her hands didn't even reach all the way around, and her fingers were to weak to put enough pressure on his windpipe. Odite let out a hoarse chuckle.
After that, she twisted around in an attempt to get her legs under her, but it only gave him the opportunity he'd been waiting for. Odite wrapped one arm around her slender waist, trapping her under him. She punched at his hands and kicked behind her. His breaths were as labored as hers now, but not from exertion-from excitement. He easily pulled down her shorts and underwear down with one deft movement, revealing her shapely ass to his hungry gaze.
She grit her teeth and snarled, "Let go of me!"
Odite couldn't understand the words, yet he had an idea of what she might be saying. She couldn't tell him no if he couldn't understand her language though. Odite was a little loose with his morals. By his standards and his species customs, the ooman was perfectly willing.
The ooman twisted around and slammed her elbow into his face. When that didn't even make him blink, she curled into a ball on her side. Odite didn't care. He'd fuck her in any position she presented him. He fell to his side behind her, tightened his grip around her waist, and pulled down his own shorts.
The ooman began shaking and sobbing in his arms. Odite steeled his nerves. If she wasn't strong enough to fight him off, then she deserved what was coming to her. He didn't understand why she was so distraught anyway. She should have been relieved that wasn't trying to kill her anymore.
Before he could thrust inside her and find his release though, she reached up and grabbed one of his dreds. Linna gasped as her fingers tightened around one of the metal rings, and the sharp spikes sank all the way into her palm. She was exhausted and weak, and didn't manage to cause him any pain. Actually, the little tug sent a wave of euphoria jolting though him. His cock swelled and hardened even more.
When she peeled her hand off though, blood poured from her wounds. The needle-like spikes were there so that prey couldn't take advantage of that vulnerable area. He removed them every sleep cycle, and before he put them back on, they were coated in an anti-coagulant. Her wounds weren't going to heal until the anti-coagulant solution was washed off, and Odite had no desire to mate with her as she bled to death.
As soon as he loosened his grip, the ooman shot off and jumped into the ocean. She screamed when the salt water entered her fresh cuts. Odite clicked to himself for a brief moment, coming to the conclusion that the salt water would do a good enough job of dissolving the anti-coagulant. He could forget about the ooman for now. He tucked his hard cock back into his shorts and got back to setting up his equipment.
Linna clung to the back of the ship where there was a slight overhang, and cried. She hoped to stay out of the monsters view until she could clear her mind and figure out what to do. Her hand was throbbing. The stars weren't out yet to be able to chart where she was. Now, she didn't even have a life-vest. Things seemed more hopeless then ever.
As if things couldn't get worse, it wasn't long before she spotted a fin sticking out above the water. She held her breath as it moved closer, then smoothly dissapeared under the waves. She had to get out of the water. Linna slowly made her way towards the front of the vessel, trying not to gain the sharks attention. She had her hand on one of the vents to climb up, but froze as soon as she caught sight of the hulking alien creature.
Her heart began to pound in her chest, and her breathing went shallow. She couldn't force herself to climb up, even knowing that a shark was nearby. Right now, she was more afraid of him than the shark. She took her hand off the vent and let herself sink lower in the water, not wanting to be spotted by him.
Sharks didn't intentionally eat people, but they occasionally mistook them for other prey items like seals. This one seemed curious about what she was, as it slowly kept getting closer. Even though her hand had stopped bleeding, she held it above her head and out of the water just incase. She hugged herself against the metal vessel and tucked in her legs.
Only a few meters away, the shark surfaced again and this time it turned its side to her. It's fin was curved like a crescent moon rather then flat along the back-meaning that it wasn't a shark after all. It was small for a whale, and had a long slender body. It's back was a dark grey, making its shark disguise even more convincing.
Once she got a good look at it, she recognized it as a Minke whale. Linna let out a heavy sigh, and dropped her hand back into the water. Even at 15ft long, the whale wasn't going to harm anyone. Tiny fish liked to hide under boats for security. The whale circled the alien vessel, probably catching krill and sardines with its baleen.
The whale kept close to the vessel for a little while, before slowly heading off. Movement above her caught her eye, and she immediately shrank back. It was the alien. He was also watching the animal leave, but he held a weapon in his hand. The barrel of it was aimed directly at the whale.
Linna's face went white, "Don't do that!"
Odite didn't pay any attention to the females vocalizations, until she started climbing up the ship towards him. He let out a low, aggressive growl and vaguely pointed the plasma castor in her direction. That stopped her dead in her tracks. As soon as the whale was far enough from the ship then, he took aim.
Her voice was less certain this time, "No! You can't do that!"
Several shots blew the magestic animal into pieces right before her eyes. A dark red spot of blood formed on the surface, growing wider. Chunks of flesh slowly started bobbing back towards them. Sharks could smell blood from a great distance away. If there weren't any in the area already, there would be soon.
Linna hung her head. Alien or not, by the way he acted and how he looked at her, she was betting that he understood every word she said. He was armed, and intentionally doing harm. It was best if she got as far away from him as fast as she could. However, she wasn't exactly safe in the ocean either.
Sharks had an excellent sense of smell, and the fresh meat could trigger a feeding frenzy. Linna did not want to be caught between hungry sharks and their meal. With all the blood in the water, it could be difficult for them to distinguish her from the rest of the meat bobbing along with the waves. Until the pieces of the whale drifted off, the smartest thing to do was to get out of the water.
She had very few choices of where to go. The roof of the vessel was too open, and she'd feel vulnerable. She could teeter on the metal joists holding the turbines on. Instead, Linna began to scrutinize the turbines themselves. It was a plausible idea.
She'd be out of the water and away from sharks. They were hollow, and big enough that she could crawl inside and lay down. The turbines would keep her sheltered from the intense sun, and any rain. They were open at both ends too, meaning that he couldn't trap her inside.
It was an easy choice. Linna crawled up the front of the ship, judging the distance from there to the turbine. The creature had his back to her, not even paying attention, but she didn't trust him. Linna slowly climbed up the line of vents, ready to drop back into the water if he charged. Then, she bolted for it.
Odite listened intently to her movements. As soon as she ran, he went after her, without even knowing the reason why. It was just his instinct to chase. And he knew, if she was running then she was probably up to no good. When she jumped for the thruster, Odite reached for ankle.
Linna dove into the turbine with her heart pounding in her ears, and landed hard on the metal. Pain jolted through her cheek, as well as one knee. With all his bulky muscle, he should not have been able to move that fast-but she'd made it. A burning pain was brought to her attention though, and Linna shifted to peek at her ankle. There were two red lines of blood were he'd scratched her.
Odite paced back and forth beside the turbine, anger welling up inside him. The ooman had escaped him. She probably thought he was faster then him now, and smarter. She probably thought she was superior to him then, hiding away in the thruster out of his reach. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
Odite always got what he wanted, always got his way. He wanted to mate the ooman, and so he would have her. He suddenly turned and lept on the top of the thruster with a loud thud, aiming to intimidate her. He stomped towards one end of the thruster, and heard her scramble the other way. Odite whipped around and headed towards the other end, corralling her like a trapped, frightened animal.
He crouched down near one end, and let out a savage growl. Before he could lower himself into the barrel of the thruster though, his wrist device vibrated. It indicated that the prey he was after was within range. Odite straightened up with a low rumble. He didn't even have his equipment ready, and he was playing with an ooman.
It's heavy footsteps shook the whole turbine. Linna whipped her head back and forth, checking both openings, ready to bolt. Even when it sounded like the creature had moved away, Linna didn't allow her body relax. She waited several minutes before she timidly stuck her head out to check. She found him standing near the front of the vessel, right before the metal sloped down into the water.
Linna watched as he put on thick gloves, then attached some sort of advanced grappling gun to his arm. The barrel of it hovered over the top of his hand, and two metal claws secured it on his wrist. There was a bar under the gun that his fingers could grasp onto like a handle.
Linna didn't understand what he intended to do with the gun until he baited the end of it with a huge chunk of raw meat. The grappling hook was actually an oversized treble hook for fishing. He opened up a shallow bucket and dipped the bait in some sort of strong-smelling sauce. The stench of it made her gag, and she was forced to cover her nose even from several feet away.
He lifted his arm then, seeming to calculate the angle, then the hook shot out like a bullet. It went on for several meters before it hit the water. There was no pole. He was essentially hand-reeling, though his equipment was more advanced.
Sharks closed in on the remnants of the whale he'd blown up, and it wasn't long before one took his bait. Odite was suddenly jerked forward and he had to dig his heels in the floor to avoid being pulled into the water. The reel secured to his wrist began letting out slack with the tension. Something big was on the end of his hook. He grabbed a hold of the line, and even though the gloves prevented his hands from being cut, he could feel the heat from the friction.
The veins in his arms bulged as he pulled back on the thick cord, using one hand then the other to reel the fish closer. The device began to gather up the slack so it didn't tangle around his feet. There were a few rapid jerks, like the shark was shaking it's head, trying to dislodge the hook. His muscles strained as he took steps back away from the front of the ship, keeping the line tight so that it couldn't get free.
Linna let her jaw drop and her arms dangle out of the turbine as she watched him. As far as she knew, the heaviest fish ever caught on rod and reel was a great white shark that weighed almost 3,500lbs, and took several grueling hours just to reel in. Linna kept track of the suns position. Within only an hour, the alien had a sizeable shark within arms reach of the ship. The gap between its snout to the tip of its tail fin was astonishing. It had to be nearly 20ft long.
The shark wasn't done fighting yet though. It tried to dive under the vessel, but the line wasn't long enough, so it headed up instead. The head of the shark breached the surface, with its jaws gaping. It's body torqued in an attempt to spin and dislodge the hook. The jarring force of its thrashing snapped the line tight, but didn't break. Instead, he lost his footing and was thrown forward into ocean.
Linna rapidly sat up on her arms and leaned out, trying to see if he'd fallen right on the sharks back. The sharks shadow was already gone by the time the water settled though. With a growl, the alien smacked his hand onto the ship, then began climbing up. The reel was still attached to his wrist, and spinning off water as it let out more line. The shark was still attached.
More and more line was drug out, until he climbed back up, planted his feet, and grabbed a hold of the cord. Now that his gloves were wet, the line burned through his fingers and steam rose up from his hands. When the line finally slowed down, he started reeling it in all over again. This time though, the shark had already expended all of its energy, and he brought it next to the vessel faster then the last time.
His bicept bulged as he drug the sharks massive body out of the water. The sloped front end of the ship worked like a ramp, making it easier for him to haul the giant shark right up onto roof of the ship. The raised thrusters on both sides kept the animal from slipping back into the water. The shark just laid there like a lump, seeming too tired to fight anymore. The massive animal had been completely defeated.
The alien however, only seemed temporarily winded. Linna didn't blink as she watched his broad chest expand and contract with every heavy breath. He shook like a dog, flinging water off his body, and his dredlock-like hair smacked across the hulking mass of his biceps. The spiked rings in his hair that had gone right through her hand didn't even leave scratches on his tough skin.
Odite grumbled and growled to himself, dissapointed that the ooman had seen his blunder. She probably thought he was stupid or silly. His shorts were wet now too, and they were already starting to chafe. Completely unknown to him, Odite had just broken the ooman world record for hand reeling on his first attempt. It didn't matter; Odite wasn't satisfied with the size of the shark anyhow.
He loomed over the massive shark, his muscles still coiled tight. Linna couldn't deny the fact that she was impressed with his stamina, his physique, and his immense strength. No ordinary man would have been able to hand reel in a shark so easily, or even one so big. Linna was fascinated with him-from his unique physical features to the fluid, predatory way he moved.
Odite hesitated, resisting the urge to kill it. He'd conquered it, and that gave him the right to end it's life even if he didn't claim a trophy from it. However, he'd studied his prey before coming to the backwater planet. Sharks could detect chemicals released by dead or dying sharks, and they would avoid the area. They likely wouldn't return for some time, probably thinking that a killer whale was in the area, and that would ruin his chances of catching a bigger shark.
Odite crouched down directly in front of the shark, getting dangerously close to its massive jaws. His meaty hand grabbed the animals snout and forced it's mouth open. From the angle she was at, Linna could clearly see his defined back muscles. His whole body was toned, from his thick calves to the bulk of his shoulders. Odite simply reached in the sharks mouth to dislodge the hook. The animal was still too spent to react much, but if it's jaws had clamped shut, the gloves he was wearing would have protected him.
Linna slowly cocked her head then as she watched him start to push the shark back into the water. After going through all that work, after over an hour of tug-o-war with a great white shark, he was putting it back in the ocean. He didn't tag it. He wasn't going to eat it. Linna didn't understand.