Part 2 everyone! Wolf finally meets 'the other one'. :D
Multiple clicks of discomfort passed through Wolf's mandibles as the cold metal of the gurney met his back. Being born on a humid-planet, the cold was shocking to his senses in a way an Ooman couldn't understand. He turned his head to the side and growled at the closest human, feeling satisfaction when he cursed and stumbled back in fear.
The feeling disappeared when he heard a chuckle, and curiously, he turned his head to see the Commander with an amused smirk on his face. Snorting, Wolf growled at the human, but the tall male merely snerked.
"I'm afraid you don't scare me, friend. Perhaps them," he nodded to the soldiers, "But not me. Take him away."
Wolf's teeth gnashed. This Ooman, this lower life form, had no respect but, he thought, when he was free he'd be the first Ooman he'd make a trophy out of. Then his pathetic mooks would be next...
Metal cuffs attached to the gurney locked themselves around Wolf's wrists, and bound them to his sides, as well as his feet and since he couldn't move, he decided to observe and listen. The humans had relieved him of his weapons, their leader with the calm deep voice going on and on about his, Wolf's arrival, being 'The biggest step for mankind since Armstrong landed on the moon', whatever in hell that was supposed to mean…
"…And when we get back to the Laboratories give it one of the most sanitized, secured facilities we have available and the best Medical treatment we have offer…," he said in a firm voice.
"Of course sir," nodded his subordinate.
Wolf was pleased to hear he was going to receive care for his wounds. Quite frankly, he was tired of looking at the various puncture and stab wounds with the knowledge there was nothing he could do about it. Not to mention they burned, stung, and itched and without the antibiotics from his Medi-comp there was high chance the wounds were infected with something foreign. At least he had the Ooman to thank for that…maybe he wouldn't rip his skull after all.
"But only enough to survive the test. We wouldn't want our pet rampaging around the facilities."
Disregard that. He was most certainly going to tear the bastard's head off those broad shoulders, but that would have wait. Another question had surfaced. Test? What test was the human talking about? Having an unsettling, unshakable feeling that this 'test' probably had something to do with 'the other one' Wolf growled and shifted on the gurney.
After a few more words exchanged by the Oomans, none of them serving to aid his eventual escape, the hunter tuned them out as they hauled him into the back of one of their flying machines. The Oomans boarded their aircraft, a 'helicopter', they had called it and began to take off.
After a smooth flight, something that came as a bit of a surprise and a comfort for Wolf as it felt as if he was in his own ship flying away from this place and these probing creatures, and he was once again loaded on the gurney with the multiple men in suits working together in an effort the push his heavy form in the direction of what he assumed to be their laboratories.
The humans moved around and talked in a rush, all of them dressed in garb as white as the building itself, a stark contrast to explosion of colors outside of the building. So many different voices heard and words being used at once; Wolf's translator gave him nothing but gibberish that made his made his head spin.
As the gurney rolled deeper and deeper into the white labyrinth, Wolf began to sink further in despair. This place was huge and crawling with those damn sentient apes, there was no way he was getting out of here unscathed, if he got out of here in the first place.
"Ah…here we are," he immediately recognized the voice as the Commander's, and tensed. Wolf heard the jingle of keys followed by a chink and a click followed by the swaying of a door. He sighted the Commander, the Ooman motioning for the smaller ones to enter.
"Proceed. Take care of all the major wounds first. The trivial things will likely heal on their own." He instructed.
"As you wish, Blaine sir."
Wolf rose a brow ridge upon finally hearing the Ooman's name.
"Blaine?" he clicked in approval.
Well…at least when he was better and free it'd be easier to find the Ooman. At this point, Wolf wasn't thinking about decapitating him, even though he did look like he could put of one hell of a fight again an average male Yautja. No…Skinning, skinning him alive, was a much more gruesome fate, thus satisfying in Wolf's eyes.
A pair of hands descended on his mask, and tried their best to yank it off, something that amused Wolf, until Blaine stepped forwards. With cool annoyance towards the other human who'd tried, he removed the two pipes connecting his mask and his oxygen tank. With a jerk, the two disconnected with a hiss, forcing Wolf to breath the uncomfortable air of earth's atmosphere.
"Let there be no more dawdling," hissed Blaine to his subordinates, who immediately began cleaning up the Hunter's wounds. All the while, his weapons and armor were laid aside as they wrote down notes about his, recording the texture of his flesh, and the features of his face. They took samples of his blood, planning to replicate it the best they could with the materials they had available. Various injections by large, thick needs were administered to him, shutting off his nerves and making him drowsy. Things that should've caused him extreme agony were mere dull aches…and Wolf wasn't sure if he was okay with that. The burns were treated with a potent, sour smelling ointment. The stab wound through his chest was of great interest to the Ooman healers apparently; he'd watched them theorize what or who could've made it before swabbing it with small cotton stick that reminded him a bit of his spear.
Wolf was surprised to know he had a skull fracture, delving deep into his memories to find out how that had happened but remembered with some degree of anger the Abomination slamming and bashing his head against various hard surfaces as well as striking him in face with his claws and tail more than few times. Actually, as the fight came back to him, he was sure his Skull wasn't the only think that was fractured.
Trilling thoughtfully to himself, he noticed the humans had removed his wristblades - he didn't think much of it; They were broken anyway – but had left the gauntlet itself intact and on his wrist. They were completely oblivious to the wrist computer on his wrist, and the thought put him at ease. Perhaps he couldn't find his way out of this alone, but it wasn't unlike a Yautja to ask for help in a hopeless situation, and this situation was truly hopeless.
Wolf made it a point to avoid looking at the wrist device, as to not raise any suspicions and having the snooping creatures go and take that from him along with everything else.
After his wounds were taken care of for the most part, the Doctors intentionally leaving some unattended to impede any escape he had planned, but he paid their gesture no mind. He sat on the bed in his new 'room'; a 20 by 20 foot extremely thick Plexi-Glass cell approximately 15 feet in height. He'd figured this out with the mask they let him keep, figuring letting him have it wouldn't be any harm as it lacked weapons and seemed essential to his stay here anyway.
He couldn't breathe very well without the thing.
His cell had four sides, three of which were made out of the tough glass he couldn't break(again, thanking his mask) by barreling into. The glass on either side of him was tinted to pacify what looked like another creature in a similar cell to his own to his right. Foreign or not, he couldn't tell, as this wasn't his planet. Everything was pretty much foreign to him. The left cell held nothing, not that they really caught his interest anyway. Wolf's hand rested on the mysterious fourth wall, glass as well he guessed, but coated in a steel curtain-like shield. Unlike the other three walls, this one was sound proof, but he could smell another entity on the other side.
Trilling curiously, he swept his hand over the curtain again, but a sound made him whip his head around. Behind him, at the clear glass fronting his cell, stood Blaine, looking as proud as ever with his hands behind his back. His subordinates weren't with him, and Wolf would've respected him for approaching him alone…had he not been confined and able to tear the Ooman's arms off. Growling, Wolf's good eye narrowed at Blaine and he strode over locking his yellow gaze with Blaine's surprisingly equal yellow gaze. No wonder the Oomans had been so intimidated by this male…
"Comfortable?" he asked, and dismissive grunt was his reply. Blaine smirked, "Aw…don't be like that. After all I have done for you, you could at least thank us. We could of left you to die."
"Blaine…let there be no more dawdling," The Predator replied to Blaine, using the Ooman's own voice and visibly surprising him.
"Oh? What's this? Vocal Mimicry? Most impressive, Specimen 1, most impressive indeed."
Wolf growled, angry to Ooman wouldn't leave as he'd requested. The eyes of his mask lit up white, Blaine merely raising an inquisitive brow at the action.
"Pet…Rampaging around the Facilities…Blaine…be no more. You…don't survive…Blaine…you to die," growled Wolf, taking a threatening step forwards.
"Is that a threat, Specimen 1? Again, most impressive…how you take what you hear and for a…Semi-Coherent sentence. If that mask wasn't essential to your survival here, I'd gladly take it as my own. I'd love to stay and chat with you, but you'd best be getting acquainted with your new mate," breathed the Ooman.
He caught the change in Wolf's posture, his aggressive stance changing noticeably.
"I see that caught your interest," he smirked, chuckling a bit.
The Ooman strode over, typing a code into a keypad, which Wolf promptly scanned with his mask. Wolf's head whipped around again, the Metal curtain that was blocking his view of his cellmate being lifted and withdrawn into the ceiling. Curiously, he peered into the much bigger, darkened cell, searching for a heat signitaure, and when he found it, he almost collapsed on his knees.
Glowing bright Orange from his Xeno-vision, was the Predalien, the Abomination that he was so sure was slain once and for all…
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