Gah! I never meant for it to turn out like this! This fic is starting to turn into vomit that I've somehow learned to spit up onto the internet . It's kinda discouraging. Maybe I should just stop now before people start telling me to... *goes to hide in corner while finishing this chap* :( But then again...
CH. 9
Jarar Than-guan R'ka
I examine the wheeled, box-shaped vehicle that was parked (thankfully) under a large tin covering. I was not cloaked; my camoflage was useless in this downpour.
Kneeling down, I inspected the front end of the vehicle. There was grass, leaves, bits of dirt and other debris trapped within the treads and the grooves in the headlights. Yes, this was the one. I was sure of it. The scent left behind by the oomans and the kainde amedha completely vanquished any doubts I may have had about them hiding here.
I growled, remembering exactly why I knew this vehicle so well. One doesn't find it easy to forget when two tons of steel comes crashing in your direction, intent on making you it's own special kind of trophy.
I turned my attention to the tall building across from the vehicle. That must be where they had taken shelter from the storm. But there were so many rooms...
"Paya," I muttered, and made my way over to the building.
Suddenly, my tracker went off. Apparently, they were close, on this floor even.
Rounding the corner, following the directions my tracker was indicating, I stopped at a window. According to the device in my helmet, they were just on the other side of this thin sheet of glass. I should have no problem breaking through unharmed. The time was late, so they would all be sleeping. I was a bit surprised, though. I had never expected it to be so easy.
Little did I know how wrong I was.
With a growl I lunged forward, ramming my helmet and shoulders into the glass. Flipping once, I landed on my feet, shattered glass raining down over me. A light came on, and I sensed movement a little ways off to my right. I turned toward it, snarling.
It was an elderly ooman woman. She stood there, staring. I noticed she was wearing a long pink robe. Her greyish-white hair was done up in ubsurd little cylinders, and she was carrying a long stick that had what looked like thousands of bristles at the top. A broom, I remembered it was.
Then, taking in the damage I'd done, her face twisted in an expression that could only be rage. She screamed what sounded like a war-cry and charged at me, broom raised above her head like a weapon. Her attack caught me off guard, and she swung the broom downward in a chopping motion, hitting me square on the top of my head.
It did nothing to damage me of course, but it did make me rather angry. How dare she challenge me in such a way! I roared in her face. She was unfazed, and swung at me again.
Twisting, I side stepped around her. She missed, but spun around with surprising agility and the broom hit my arm. Then, seeing no damage was done, and screaming what I believed to be curses in the ooman language, she charged again, this time smacking me repeatedly over my head and shoulders with fast, consecutive blows.
I couldn't harm her, though I wanted to. My honor wouldn't permit it. There was nothing I could do to defend myself except raise my arm and try to back away.
Unfortunately, my elbow bumped an object off a table, wich then crashed loudly to the floor, shattering it. It must've been valuable to her, because her screams escalated into a shriek that was not unlike the kind of noise a Hard Meat made. She then began to pound me with a fresh barrage of her broom.
Struggling to get away, I felt something behind me catch my leg. For a moment I thought it was another attacker, coming from behind, until I tripped and fell backwards over it. Wood splintered all around me, and I saw it was only her table.
Both the woman and I roared again. I could hear people out in the hallways, annoyed at having been woken in the middle of the night. My radar also caught movement directly below me. I realized with chagrin that it was the Hard Meat and the oomans I was hunting.
Howling furiously, I leapt up, throwing the remains of the ooman's table into a nearby wall, barely missing the woman. Turning, I ran. I ducked my head and aimed my shoulder at the door.
It proved to have little resistance against me.
The door flew off it's hinges and into the far wall. The other occupants of the building screamed and hid back inside their homes when they saw me. Ignoring them, I sprinted down the hall, busting down another door to get back outside. I could still hear the ooman woman yelling curses at me.
Tires squeeled and I turned, snarling as I saw my prey's vehicle speeding away. I started after it, paying the pouring rain no mind as it spattered against my helmet and shoulders. I didn't get far. Just then something large, hard, and heavy slammed into my side, knocking the breath out of my lungs.
It was the Hard Meat.
The black monster forced me up against the side of the building, holding me there by my throat. I grasped at it's hands, but without air I was too weak to rip them free. I tried to kick it off me, to reach any one of my weapons, but they had already been removed.
C'jit!
It had it's lips drawn back, globs of saliva dripping down it's chin, the rain bouncing off it's domed head. Hissing again, it's jaws opened and it's inner mouth sliding out, coming within inches of my mask. Disgusting creature. I could not believe it had defeated me so easily. There had to be some way to escape it's grasp...
As though it could read my thoughts, it's grip tightened on my throat, and it hissed with satisfaction at my pathetic struggling. I couldn't breathe. There was no air. Blackness formed at the edge of my field of vision, threatening to over-take me...
A voice called out. The kainde amedha paused, snarling softly over it's shoulder, before turning back to me. Growling, it reluctantly loosened it's grip enough to allow me some air, but not enough that I could fight back.
A small figure materialized out of the darkness. She was soaking wet and her green eyes were wide. It was the ooman female that had been riding the Hard Meat. She watched me for a moment, a thoughtful look crossing her face. She then glanced at the Hard Meat, and nodded.
The kainde amedha snarled. It lifted me up then slammed me hard against the cement wall.
Everything went black.
Yep, yep, yep. Got this new chapter done. Didn't wanna keep y'all waiting long. :P In case you haven't noticed, (and I sincerely hope you have) I have added a couple words from the Yautja language, becuase this is a Yautja telling this part of the story. And just in case you don't know what they mean, I've added the words and their defintions down below. Worry not, I am doing quite a bit of research for this fic. I want it to be as authentic as possible. :)
Paya- God/Conquering warrior. In this case, Jarar is basically saying "Omg, I can't believe this." Y'know what I mean.
C'jit- A much loved curse word, known to us as "Shit!"
Kainde Amedha- Hard Meat, a term for xenomorph
To DaLover: Lol, yeah. *giggles* You made me want to rewrite that in Jarar's view, thus helping me out of possible writer's block. Thanks for the review!
To The Silent Hunter: Sorry about the cliffhanger. I can tell I'm gonna be notorious for that -.- Well, at least now you know what Slink's plan was!