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Halkrath- shadows

Yautja Prime- predator homeworld

I do not own AVP or anything. Halkrath and Kera are mine.


Kera shot up in her bed, hissing and clutching at her side. Okay now that was odd.. Unless..

That odd purring filled the room, the woman instantly relaxing. She remembered that noise but if it was in fact real then...

"Oh shit.." She groaned, pressing herself up against the headboard. The purring continued, scaring her more than soothing her now. She looked around frantically for the source of the sound, eyes bulging when she saw a shimmer in the corner and suddenly a 7 ft monster with mottled black and gray... Scales? Yeah definitely scales. And he, because it was very obviously a he if the piece below his loin cloth was anything to go by, was the source of that purring.

"Stay back." She squeaked, trying to seem brave. This only seemed to amuse the beast as it let out a clicking, deep laugh. "I mean it!" The creature started to come towards her., the purring increasing and becoming steadier, louder. Kera started relaxing again, watching him, trembling as he stopped beside the bed.

"Pain?" That one word startled the female and shocked her. He could speak English?

"A little," she responded slowly, watching him nod.

"Make better." He pointed to himself and puffed up his chest like he was proud of himself.

"You.. Helped me?" She frowned and moved, swinging her legs over the bed, keeping her eyes on the hunter. She stood gingerly, limping as she made her way to the bathroom to look. She tugged at her shirt, uncaring of the beast who was staring after her, and looked into the mirror. A large black and blue bruise was forming on her back and the gash on her side was healing nicely, though the strange covering on her wound drew her attention. "What's this?"

"Help with healing." He told her, cocking his head. Was she pleaded with his work then?

"It feels strange.." Kera frowned, touching the strange rubber like patch. Almost immediately, the beast moved and grabbed her wrist, yanking her hand away from the injury.

"Do not touch." He growled, squeezing her wrist to empathize his point.

"Ow! Okay, okay, I won't touch it!" Pleased, he released her and stepped back. "So what's your name?"

He cocked his head at her and frowned to himself, trying to translate her words.

"Halkrath." He had no problem saying his name. "You name?"

"Kera." So his little oomans name was Kera... He tried to say it a few times, much to the females entertainment, before he got it somewhat correct. He checked his gauntlet, frowning, he did not have much time left before he needed to head back to the ship but is could not just leave the female here now that he'd encountered her again after all these many cycles.

"Come." He clicked to her, calling for his ship.

"What? No I'm not going anywhere with you." She dug her proverbial heels on and crossed her arms, leveling a glare at Halkrath. The big guy though was having none of it and reached out to grab her by her waist, hauling her up over his shoulder. The female yelped and struggled, pounding on his well muscled back.

"Stop." He tightened his hold and growled. After a few more hits, Kera fell limp and silent, her back now aching from the big brute squeezing her. Pleased that she'd stopped fighting, Halkrath made his way out of the home with her, noting with some relief that she lived in a rather secluded area away from other oomans. Disengaging the cloak around his ship, the ramp lowered and he stepped in, grunting when Kera decided to start struggling again.

"Halkrath! Whoa! No no no, I'm not getting on that ship!" She was panicking from what his bio-masks sensors were telling him and that was not good for her body. So he started to purr, hoping it would calm her.

And it did.

The little ooman female settled and simply muttered protests, freaked out by this whole experience. First she was attacked by some acid for blood monster then Halkrath shows up and kills it and now she was being taken onto a space ship! She had every right in the universe to panic.

"Stay." Halkrath set her down in the control room, settling her his seat. "Be back." He needed to go cleanse her home before any ooman authorities showed up. Stepping into the home, Halkrath pulled a canister from his belt and unscrewed it, pouring the blue solvent over the dead bodies of not one, but what appeared to be two hard meats. He cocked his head at this. Had the female managed to kill one before his intervention? He would ask later but the thought made his chest swell with pride anyway.

Soon he made his way back to the ship, immediately scanning to make sure his little ooman was still on board. He found her exactly where he'd left her, pleasing him greatly. At least she listened to him and didn't try to run away like most oomans would do. He went up to the control deck, rumbling as he lifted Kera up and then set her on the floor.

"We go now," he rumbled. "We go home."

"Home? My home is here big guy." Kera frowned, not liking where this was going.

"This no home, home gone." The predator tried to explain, having trouble with pronunciation. "No safe." He started to tap buttons at the control panel, starting up the ship and punching in the coordinates for Yautja Prime. Before she could protest again, they were in the air, breaking through Earths atmosphere.

This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be real. Kera scrambled up into the second chair, up onto the panel to look out the glass.

"Space." She squeaked out. "Oh God we're in space."

Halkrath moved just fast enough to catch her as she fainted.