He set a bottle down on the medical table and said, "Clean your wounds."

Mitanni didn't recognize the substance, but she opened the top and poured a little onto her wrist. She hissed as it burned, but the dry blood was washed away. It didn't heal her injuries like expected, so she assumed it was some sort of antiseptic. She cleaned her other cuts, then put the cap back on. Mar'cte didn't bother healing her since the wounds wouldn't scar, but she did have a different mark on her that troubled him.

"Sit up on the table."

Mitanni didn't hesitate to turn and leap up onto the stone table, with her legs dangling off. The older yautja pressed closer, his dark expressionless mask hovering over her. She couldn't help but lean away some. While he was inspecting her though, she couldn't help but inspect him.

His wounds had finally been healed, his skin was clean, and now she could see that he didn't have any natural scars on his body whatsoever. What he had instead was branded marks. They were on his forearms, his chest, and we're likely on his back as well. They were like tattoos of his accomplishments. She didn't recognize all of the symbols, but most were to commemorate a mastered skill or weapon.

"Pull up your shorts. Show me your legs."

The command came as a surprise, but she hesitantly bunched up the fabric. His mask settled between her legs, and Mitanni's body started to burn with nervous embarrassment. So far he hadn't touched her though, and that knowledge helped to keep her calm. Mar'cte had noticed an odd stain on her inner thigh, and wished to know what it was. His mask wasn't picking up any danger from it, but he wanted to make sure.

"When did you get that dark blotch on your leg?"

He was so serious about it, but Mitanni was releaved that was all he was staring at, "I've had it all my life. It's just a birthmark."

"It is an irregularity. Do you wish it removed?"

She'd never thought about if before, but said, "No, thanks."

"Fine." he made it sound like it was an ugly mark. She pulled her shorts back down as he put the bottle away, then he added, "Follow me."

They were about to enter the room with the xeno eggs and facehuggers. She hated asking anything of him, but she'd been chained in the jungle for several hours, "Can I have something to drink?"

He didn't like the idea of having to tend to the ooman while his weapons needed to be cleaned and polished, but knew that he must keep her healthy, "To the kitchen."

Mitanni turned around and tried to navigate the way to the kitchen. The ship was unfamiliar to her though, and eventually he had to get in front of her and lead. Mar'cte told her to have a seat, then turned to the refrigerating unit. He handed her a small, clear orb. It was condensed water, the consistency of jello. In space, it was much more efficient to drink that way rather then waste space with storing liquid water and cups.

"Are you hungry?"

Mitanni smiled at him, remembering not to show her teeth, and then said, "Yes."

She definitely liked this guy. Her bathroom needs were rarely ignored, and usually she was given water every day. However, Rel knew that oomans could go two weeks without food, so he did not hesitate to withdraw it for a day or two. He fixed her a small plate of meat, then seated himself well away from her, and started messing with his control gauntlet. As she began to eat, a couple of his hunting partners spotted her.

His hunt brothers teased and picked on the ooman for fun. Mar'cte chose not to intervene, seeing as it was her job to stand up for herself, and their proding wasn't doing any harm. To his surprise, the ooman remained calm and controlled. They taunted her, calling her names but she hardly reacted. When they moved her plate to the floor, she simply sat down and continued eating. They eventually became bored with her and left.

Mitanni finished her meal on the floor, put the plate away to be cleaned, then dared to ask, "What's your name?"

He didn't even turn to look at her, "I don't give out my name to just anyone. Are you finished eating?"

At his prestigious rank, he didn't go around introducing himself to everyone. His reputation proceed him in most cases, but he did not reveal his name unless he respected the one he was giving it to. In most yautja culture, it was a sign of respect to say your name to another, even if they already knew your name by reputation. It could be compared to giving a fan an autograph, except the gesture wasn't made lightly.

"Sorry, I just figured since we are going to live together...I should know your name."

"We will not be living together. I have better things to do then to care for an ooman. You will be a gift to my son, Tesh'are. When he returns from his hunt, you will live with him."

"Oh."

Apparently, he didn't want to have to care for her for even a few days. As soon as they were back on the yautja home planet, it was another ride to where she would be staying. The way he'd described it made it sound like a daycare to her. There were other humans at least. She stood in front of the door as they all turned to stare at her.

The yautja male was going over the details of their care, but Mar'cte turned to watch the ooman interact with the others. There was a pane of two way glass in front of them, and the oomans didn't seem to know or care that they were being observed. The girl was being picked on, even by her own kind. Instead of taking it like she did with his hunting buddies, she lashed out and caused a fight.

Mar'cte watched her curiously. She was shorter then the others, and outnumbered. That didn't stop her though. She kicked at one of the boys, aiming at his genitals. Two others tried to hold her back, their hands digging into the bruises she already had.

They were trying to stop her from fighting, but all they really ended up doing was immobilizing her long enough for the other boy to take a shot. She doubled over, holding back the urge to puke. One of the boys let her go to try and restrain the one she'd picked a fight with. She tried to break free from the others grasp, but when he didn't release her, she turned and bit him.

Then, she jumped onto the other boy, taking him down as well the male trying to hold him back. The boy she'd bitten tried to pry her off his chest, but Mitanni clung to him with one hand and slugged him in the face with the other. She'd been raised by yautjas, and despite being brutes, they were fair, honest, and had morals. She hadn't spent any time on earth, but she was beginning to think that humans were the opposite.

The older yautja she'd arrived with came through the door, "Enough."

Mitanni immediately stood up and bowed her head. The two other boys that had been trying to stop the fight scurried away. Her opponent proved her opinion about humans. He decided to get one more shot in, even though the fight had been called to an end. He swung his leg at her and made her tumble backwards.

"Come with me."

She scrambled to her feet, afraid that she was in trouble. Rel had never cared what the slaves did to each other, but every yautja was different. He led her into a room with another yautja, and she made sure to keep her head lowered. The older male inspected her new bruises.

The other yautja spoke up, "I suppose she will be safer kept in solitary."

Mitanni glanced up, begging with her eyes not to be thrown in solitary confinement. The older male finally had his mask off, and she could see his face. He had a branded mark on his forehead, from passing his chiva. His eyes were a very light tan color with hints of red around the pupil. His facial expression was kept neutral however, and she knew he would not be won over by pouting.

"I'm sorry for causing a fight. I swear, I will not cause any more trouble, or fight back if someone else starts it."

He believed her. Oomans were known for a lot of words without actions to back them, but he believed this ooman. Something about her interested him, so he suddenly said, "On second thought, I'll take her home with me instead."

His house was not prepared to have an ooman there, but he doubted she'd be much trouble. If anything, he hoped that she might be good company before he disappeared on his next long hunt. Mar'cte stared down at her dark blue eyes as she gave a small smile. He wished that he could touch her then, just to brush a stray strand of hair out of her face.