Really long chapter!

GreyHuntress: Yep … old woman, but doesn't act it…. Ha. Well as far as she knows she can't die but she can still feel a lot of pain mwahahah.

Possumpie: Yes, I would probably get rip into hundreds of shreds while you hide behind a car laughing your ass off. -_- thanks.

SouthernVampirePirate: Yeah sleeping on the floor really isn't all that fun is it?

Lilena: I swear I'm going to use that collar idea even if Deb kills me. Which by the look on her face … is going to be very soon.

Deb: you're going to put me into a colar?

Me: um … well it's a good thing you weren't here when we were discussing mugging you….

Deb: What!

Me: It was all Possumpie's idea, don't kill me! She forced me to do it. Even though technically we didn't do it yet. (run away.)

Now for the chapter ;)

It was official, these creatures would never cease to amaze her. The warrior before her stood in all his intimidating presence, muscles taunt and body ready to strike. Deb couldn't help but have the thought that she was going to die, pulsed repeatedly throughout her head. This creature was huge, bigger then Notch by a lot but still smaller than the elder. His skin was a light brown, speckled with a tinge of red here and there. He wore no mask which revealed his face to be damaged beyond belief. He was missing an eye but still regarded her with a calmness that was rivaled by nothing. She was going to have her ass handed to her on a silver platter.

She looked up to Notch who stood beside the elder on a platform that had to be at least ten feet above them. She cursed him mentally. He had explained in his odd ways of gestures and hand flaps that they were going to train. Deb brought her head down back to study the hunter, he brought his hand to his chest, and bobbed his head in respect, his hair that was an impressive length dangled bobbing and clinking together. She noticed that he had small animal skulls weaved into his hair and she smiled inwardly. Neat. She thought to herself.

She bobbed her head in return, which she figured was a respectful gesture to your sparring partner. The great warrior seemed pleased by her actions. Inhaling slowly she rolled her shoulders, stretching her neck. Now that she thought about this, she realized that she might actually enjoy a mock fight. It would help her to release some steam and she needed to know how to beat these creatures. The two of them looked to the elder to communicate that they were ready. The elder nodded and spoke in his deep voice.

"Dtai'k-de!" He yelled out and even without the translation she knew it was the command to fight. She snarled taking off at her opponent. She mocked like she was going for his legs but instead at the last second leaped high above his head to try to get behind him and get the jump. The warrior did not fall for that and slashed his blade forward, catching her right on the side of her ribs. Deb yelped as she hit the ground rolling. That had to be the stupidest move she had made all day.

Number one rule, she mentally noted, never underestimate the intelligence of your opponent. Deb stood noting the pain as her blood splashed on the floor. It wasn't a particularly deep wound but it still throbbed. The hunter was already inches away from her bringing his blade down. It was apparent that he was not holding back; he was out for blood. Letting instincts kick in she let the hunter grapple her rolling with the momentum and grasping his immense sides with her back feet, digging her talons in the skin and drawing iridescent green blood. She rolled him, and keeping her grip pinned him to the ground. Her victory was short lived like many as he grabbed her neck and rolled using his weight as an advantage.

Deb had forgotten rule one, again. She fought him but he, being of a much greater mass, pinned her, slamming her head hard against the metal floor. She whipped her tail around, smacking him in the face as he attempted to knock her out. It did nothing but irritate him as he continued to slam her head against the cold grated metal. Deb snapped at the air, unable to get a grasp of flesh because of the position of his hand. He tightened his grasp but could not choke her because of the thickness of her neck. Using her back legs, she brought them up and desperately began to rake kick as hard as she could, using her talons to render the flesh off of his abdomen. She had learned that trick watching mountain lions as they grapple with their prey, using those kicks to disembowel their soon to be food. It may of not disembowel him but it certainly caused him to yowl in pain and loosen his grip. Deb used this advantage to slam her head forward, out of his grip and into his large forehead. He fell back and Deb leaped off of him, shaking the stars from her vision.

The warrior stood, blood oozing from his abdomen in great gushes but still hepulled his blade up and eyed Deb. They were both bleeding but still continued, circling each other waiting for an opening. Deb charged again but pulled back in a graceful leap away from his slicing blade. She did this several times, dancing away just as he would lunge forward. With every expend of energy he slowed, gradually his attacks becoming painfully easy to dodge. Aware of her attempts to tire him out, he faked exhaustion and slumped forward on his knee and Deb taking the bait lunged with her talons poised to strike. He jumped up in a last attempt and flung his blade forward and it flew with deadly accuracy as Deb met it in mid air, embedding itself it the tender flesh of her shoulder right were her neck conected.

The hunter was more than surprised when the blade, did nothing but cause her to yelp as she continued to land on him, planting her talons on the skin of his forehead pushing his head to the side as her jaws clamped around the humanoids neck. She pinned him putting just enough pressure on his neck to stop the circulation of air. Deb held him until his muscles went limp. Releasing him she staggered away and ripped the blade from her shoulder hissing from the pain. She dropped the blade watching the hunter. She really hoped she didn't kill him until she saw the gentle movement of his chest. Relieved she sighed and walked to the wall and leaned her weight on it.

She didn't even notice the applause of the watching Yautja. She looked up at the approval of them. Deb didn't even realize that her jaw was held open. Slowly but surely she was winning the respect of many of the hunters of the ship and that was indeed a very hard thing to do. Giving a pleased sigh, she stood not wanting to appear weak and with the adrenaline still pulsing roared out of pride, a sound that echoed through the hallways of the ship. Hell, she was very proud.

Notch stood beside her as the other hunter woke up after only a few minutes of being unconscious on the floor. Were these creatures just really that bad ass? He approached her and for a minutes she was sure that he was going to pick her up and toss her across the room. To her surprise, he didn't but put a hand on her back and patted before walking away as if he didn't feel like he felt a thing. With the new scars across his abdomen, he appeared as if he had just went through a cheese grater, which led to Deb naming him Grate.

As always, Deb wounds healed in remarkable time, considering that she had managed to consume a good amount nourishment before she went into battle. It seemed the entire ship was just relaxing in this new room that Deb and Notch had walked into after her wounds had closed themselves. Notch went and sat beside the elder immediately chatting away as other came and joined the conversation.

Deb on the other hand would have been interested in listening to the strange clicks and chirps but was by far more interested in the fog that danced around on the floor. She sat and watched as most of the lower part of her being was concealed by the smoke. With swift swipes she swatted at it, only sending it swirling around in wisps. Delighted she watched as her tail whished around and would pop up out of the fog like a snake. She indeed was having way too much fun but the humanoids took no notice of her as they enjoyed the company of each other and shared in jokes that Deb would probably never understand.

Eventually she grew bored and laid her body down for a quick nap but was interrupted by the roaring laughter that would consume the group. She snorted. Men. Giving up on her endeavor of getting a few minutes of rest, she sat up and decided her time would be better spent inspecting this new room. The room was an interesting shade of a sort of purple, fleshy looking walls and to her surprise found no metal in this room whatsoever. Deb concluded that this must be the room where they just relax, which was hard to imagine these great beasts doing. She walked a few steps but found it disconcerting to not be able to see where she was placing her feet.

Lifting her head up all four of her eyes caught on to a sight that made her gasp. Sitting in a corner all to itself was a Yautja but unlike any she had ever seen. This one was huge making the elder look tiny. She gasped and approached silently observing her new discovery. This one had a slightly different frame as well. It was slender and in a way elegant looking, its body graceful and slick, still muscled but not as dramatically. She also marked wider hips and on a suspicion she looked to the chest but found no mammary glands but thought back onto the fact that none of the Yautja had nipples. They didn't breast feed. This huge beast was the female of the species and by the gods she looked fearsome.

Feeling the inspection, the female whipped her head around to face Deb and stood to her full height. She made the males look pathetic. Flaring her mandibles, she roared and Deb noticed that they were in fact smaller without the inner fleshy pink color.

The outrage of the female instantly brought the attention of the other males, all of them with the slight hint of fear shining in the glint of their eyes. Even the elder looked concerned and Deb could understand why. The female of the species could easily rip their heads off with ease.

In all her almost feline grace the female stalked up, obviously pissed roaring again and Deb knowing that this was a fight between the two females and knew the men would leave Deb to her imminent demise in order to appease the frightening female, Deb stepped up, stomping her left foot on the ground and Dislocated her jaw. This was, as Deb saw it, a fight of the bigger bitch. With all the fury she could muster, Deb let out her roar, which to her pleasure matched the great huntress. They both regarded each other in silence before the body of the great huntress eased considerably, with the mandibles pulling back into resting position before nodding and turning back to her spot beckoning for Deb to accompany her. She shot a smug glance back to the males who all stood watching with apparent aw slap across their faces. Some even had their mandibles draped open. This was better than winning that sparing match.

Deb rested by the great beast's feet holding the end of some animal hide straps as the female braided away in contentment. Now being close she could finally analyze the female completely. She had a sort of smoky mahogany skin that was absolutely beautiful in Deb's jealous eyes. The female was also adorn with wicked, impressive scars that decorated her body adding on to the fierceness of her features. One particularly caught Deb's attention. It was large and covered the most of her side and continued onto her right arm. When her arm would rest at her side the scar would complete forming a three.

Feeling in the mood for conversation Deb shifted back into being human. This action did not surprise the huntress in the least but nodded in her direction and greeted her, using her given Yautja name.

"Guan-Vor'mekla." She said with a voice that had a distinct feminine air about it. Deb smiled in response and sat up, still holding onto the straps that the huntress was working on. The huntress brought her hand to her chest and stated her name in a series of clicks and almost whistles. In no way, shape, form, could Deb ever in her life time pronounce that and admitted it as she looked at the female with wide eyes. She shrugged. "Cannot pronounce." She said more as a fact more than a question with her broken sentences. Deb shrugged.

"Sorry." She said but the female waved it off obviously not all that offended.

"Alright. She reassured with her deep feminine voice. Deb smile before speaking again.

"Hey, can I call you Three then?" Deb asked and the huntress tilted her head to the side thinking on the question. She brought her attention back to Deb.

"Mean no offense?" She asked and Deb shook her head, not wanting to know what would happen to the poor idiot who tried offending her. She thought on it some more before nodding her head. "Alright."

Deb liked Three and it was apparent that Three didn't mind the company either. The other males didn't go ten feet near the two of them the entire time they talked and Deb found that hysterical.

"Hey, Three, are you the only other female except me?" She nodded still working on the leather. "Are females rare on a hunting ship?" Again, the female answered with a simple nod of her head. Not sure on how far she wanted to push her luck but finding curiosity won over. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you on this ship?" The female stopped her work and put it down regarding the other woman and for a second Deb suspected that she had angered the woman.

Three sighed and Deb quickly added in the fact that she didn't have to answer if she didn't want to but the great huntress shook her head. She wanted to tell her story.

"Cannot have pups." She started. "Females live in clans, away from males. Breed when we want pups. Live in protective communities." Deb gasped.

"Wait they didn't shun you because you couldn't have children did they?" She asked but the great female laughed shaking her head.

"For while, I helped with the raising of young. Grew bored because was not own. Left to hunt with males." Deb held her head down for a second, a memory flashing before her eyes. Three thilted her head to the side at Deb's sudden found silence.

"What wrong, Guan-Vor'mekla?" She asked sensing Deb sudden found depression. Deb looked her in the eyes with a nervous laugh and a shrug of her shoulders.

"Guess you aren't the only female on this ship who is infertile." Deb leaned back onto the wall and sighed loudly but not on purpose, looking away.

"You?" The female inquired. Deb limply shrugged.

"Turns out when I changed it affected more than I thought. When I changed I stopped having my men-" Deb stopped and looked at the woman to see if she would understand gesturing with her hand. The female understood and nodded.

"Heat cycle." Deb nodded.

"Yeah, I mean, I never wanted pups." She said adopting the Yautja terminology. "but now that I can't, I realized that I might have wanted them, someday but I guess I traded the ability for this." She said gesturing to her body.

"You trade?" The female asked but Deb gave a soft chuckle.

"Not willingly. It was explained to me by a man whom I very much despised but seemed to understand my situation more than I did like this and I quote, 'a creature that is immortal would most likely not be able to have children because they really have nothing to enhance to the species. There is no danger of the species dying out because the creature itself cannot die. Therefore it is perfect.' Or something along the lines of that." Three nodded and the women were silent for a second before the silence was broken by Three.

"Sorry." Deb laughed.

"and sorry as well." She answered and the female gave a strong nod.

"We female need to stick together, give the male hell. Deb laughed at that putting her hand out and Three slapped her hand to it and pulled Deb into an embrace that would be better described as a 'bro hug'. They laughed it off before they sat back down. Not long after that Three stood before nodding to Deb.

"See you around, Guan-Vor'mekla." The huntress said and Deb repeated the gesture.

"We will have to talk again, soon." The female nodded at that and pulled her mandibles in a position that Deb realized was their form of smiling.

"Yes, soon, very soon." With that she turned and strode out of the room with marveling grace for a creature of such a size. She didn't even make a sound as she walked. That Female was just pure deadly.

Deb strode over to the males feeling all the bit proud and sat next to Notch, shifting as she sat down. The males looked at her, then to where the great huntress had just left, one of the males fiddling with the device on his wrist. He stopped and in a whisper the device spoke mimicking the voice of a human.

"Big bitch." It said and all of the hunters laughed. Deb laughed at the thought of what she would do to the young hunter if she had heard that. It might have been entertaining.

Looking back to the door Deb thought of her new friend, Big Bitch Three, it was. She certainly was impressive.

And now we learn more about Deb and find that she can't have kids. By the gods I would trade with her…. Anyway, Deb makes a friend, Big Bitch Three, quite the scary women. Oh and that nifty little info that Deb quoted was actually something I came up with at like five in the morning a few days ago and had to add it in, cause I'm that awesome. Now here I shamelessly advertise that I have a new painting on deviant art (go to my page and follow the link) but it isn't of anything on this story. I just really like it. ;p

Till next time – Dowely

Oh and review before I send Three after you. She will eat you in one gulp …. Grrrr… grrr?