It had been almost two weeks before they finally were within range of the clanship, and Set felt a multitude of emotions. Anxiousness, trepidation, grief, and excitement. A couple were unfamiliar, one unwanted and other expected. He'd spent these days in idyllic laziness. Apart from training, he'd been in bed with his human. He fully planned on returning there when they were finished here. He couldn't get enough of her. Her cries, her moans, her taste… that when he initiated the mating she did not push him away. He was in total control with her, of her. He purred to himself with arousal.
Sara was sleeping when he opened his weapon wall and armed himself meticulously with every piece of heavy armour he owned. Set was going in full regalia. He was an elite. An honoured warrior. He closed the wall when he was done and fetched food for Sara. He didn't bother waking her, instead he cooked her food and immediately went to his control room. He dropped into his chair and leaned over the dash as he communicated with the clanship.
He programmed his ship to dock, and advised the clan leader he was bringing a pet aboard. A ooman. The silence was not comforting, nor did it bode well. He reiterated he was coming for Lax's trophies and weapons, and nothing else. He trilled to himself and rolled his shoulders. He was expecting a challenge, and he was ready for it. His pet was harmless to the yautja race as a whole. She was chained to his bed, and soon his throne in Yautja Prime.
A few clicks of keys and he opened the airlock. He just had to fetch Sara now. He made for his chambers and found her feeding. That she was nude did not go unnoticed, and he grunted in irritation that he couldn't pauk her before boarding the clanship. Her eyes traveled his length and she smiled at him. He crouched in front of her and held out her netting that he picked up with a talon.
He watched in silence as she dressed with his loincloth about her waist. He stood and grabbed the chain from the wall. She frowned at him as he snapped it into his belt. He kept his stride deliberately slow so that she could follow him back to the doors. He heard her gasp behind him as he led her towards the main entrance of the clanship. They were in the docking station where merchants were usually detained.
The guards weren't wearing masks as he approached them, they were both similar colouring as him. He heard Sara's heartbeat increase drastically as the spears were crossed in front of the doors.
"You can not bring that here," the one guard snapped at him, pointing at the ooman hiding behind him. Set pulled on the chain so that she was practically touching his back, within reach of him should he need to grab her.
"I am Setg'in-yu'san," he straightened, his chest puffing out, his name was well known, "She is my living trophy," he said deliberately, he did not need to explain himself to the guards, he was higher ranked, "I come in place of Lax'setg'in," the guards straightened, they had been expecting him, "His trophies and weapons," Set forced the words out, "He hunts with the Black hunter.
"The ooman…"
"Is not your concern," Set growled, putting the guard in his place. The guard on the left narrowed his eyes and glanced towards the other guard quickly. Nothing was said between them, but the guard on the left finally chuffed and retracted his spear. The other guard had done the same. Set nodded and walked past them without looking back.
Sara's small hand grabbed at his belt, and he resisted the urge to purr to calm her. Her fear stunk up the hallways and every yautja they passed smelt her. None openly challenged her presence with him (that surprised him…). Sara suddenly screamed behind him and he whirled on his feet.
A large blue and white yautja had a hold of her hair in his paw. Her blunt nails were scrapping at his wrist as he hauled her up by her tresses.
"Drop her!" Set snarled savagely.
The younger yautja released her immediately and yelled, "You marked prey ?!"
Set remained unmoving until Sara was curled into a tight ball between his legs. She was so small that standing over her was not an issue at all. His paws clenched into fists as he stared the other male down. "She is my living trophy," he repeated, getting angry that the clanship had not been informed.
" Trophy ?!" The male barked, his voice rising angrily, "A ooman?! It is no wonder then that Lax'setg'in runs with the Black Hunter! He probably let himself be killed." Set eyes narrowed dangerously behind his mask as the ignorant yautja mentioned his nephew, " You bring shame to his name !"
That was it. The pup needed to be taught a lesson in manners. Set moved like lightning and used all his strength to shove at his shoulder. It surprised his opponent and he found himself into a wall, the wind knocked out of him. He moved fast and pummeled his opponent in the stomach with quick hard jabs from his gauntleted hands.
The younger male made to kick him away when Wolf extended his wrist blade and sunk a good six inches into the young hunter. He had been deliberate and missed all vitals, there was no sport in killing pups, and this one just needed to be put in his place. The blue yautja roared and then screamed in pain.
"Blemish my honour again," Set spoke quietly against the other yautja, "Speak Lax's name as you just did, and I take your spine next time." He retracted his blade and stepped away as the large male dropped to the ground. He turned back towards Sara, making a point to show his back to his opponent, sending a clear message. Set did not fear his retaliation should he dare.
Sara struggled to her feet when he motioned for her to stand. She was staring in wide-eyed horror behind them. Set began purring then. He didn't want her looking at the fallen male. Sara grabbed his belt again and began murmuring sing-song words under her breath. She kept this up until they got to the canteen.
The doors opened and you could have heard a drop of blood hit the floor from the other side of the room. As the silence surrounded Set, his wrath increased. The clan leader had ignored his message. A blatant show of disrespect towards Set himself. Sara's fear was all he could smell as he searched for his contact on the clanship. The lower rank yautja was staring at Sara in shock and surprise.
They were by his table in a few seconds, Set tilted his head downward to look at the sitting beige and speckled green yautja.
"I am Setg'in-yu'san," he introduced himself again, his ire rising.
He nodded and spoke calmly. "I know who you are."
"Then take me to it." Set was in no mood to wait. He would deal with Vor'mekta later, the clan leader had severely underestimated Set's reaction to this insult. The other yautja glanced at Sara for a moment, his eyes focusing on the clan mark on her cheek.
"Why did you not warn ahead you were bringing a ooman on board?" He asked, slowly getting to his feet.
"I did." His words were clipped, devoid of emotions. They made eye contact then and he nodded towards Set slowly.
"I see," his mandibles clicked and he motioned to another door, "Come."
The chamber that he took them to was unguarded and devoid of anything else. In the centre of the room, already on a transporter, was Lax's trophies and weapons. The chest was not as big as he expected. There was a good chance the clanship had had their own burial for Lax, out in space. He placed his paw on the lid of the box and bowed his head. This was all that remained of his nephew.
He waited until they were left alone before he turned his head to look back at Sara. She was huddled as close to him as possible, clutching his belt as though it were a lifeline. He purred for her and motioned for her to come beside him. "Come."
She came to his side and looked up at him with shimmering eyes, the water reflecting him. He grabbed her hand and placed it on the box. She licked her lips as he moved her hand over the box. "A great hunter," he spoke in english.
"Friend of yours?" She whispered.
"M-di," he answered.
"Family?"
"Sei-i," he nodded slowly, "son of sister."
"Nephew…" she clarified, "I'm so sorry, Wolf…" her hand moved from the box to cover his. It was tiny in comparison. He purred at her in response. "Is this our new home?" She finally asked after a few long moments of silence.
He shook his head. "M-di," he stepped away from her and lifted his left arm with his wrist computer attached to it. He pushed on some keys, and just like before a picture appeared over top of a big yellow planet, two suns orbited it. "Yautja Prime," he said slowly, "Home." The hologram vanished and he lowered his arm.
"Can we leave soon?" Sara whispered as she stepped closer to him, "I'm scared."
He raised a paw to her pyode hair and petted it gently. "Wolf protect Sara," he rumbled. Her fear did not abate, rather if he thought about it, he would say it increased. He stared at her confused.
"I know!" She hissed at him, "That's why I am scared… what if they kill you?!"
He frowned as her words translated in his head. Was she calling him weak? He straightened and his lower mandibles flared at her from beneath his mask. Sara's eyes widened and she took a step back, away from him as he growled down at her. Her fear washed over him briefly before she raised her hands in defense.
"I'm sorry!" She spoke quickly, her voice shaking, "I d-didn't mean t-to say that!"
His eyes narrowed before he huffed at her and turned towards the table. "Follow," he muttered and pushed Lax's belongings towards the door. Sara stayed close to him as they retraced their steps back towards the ship. There was no incidents until they entered the canteen.
A muscular, brown and beige female with dreads down to her lower back stepped into their path and eyed Set up and down consideringly. She wore the netting and loincloth, nothing else. He puffed up, a natural reflex to a female eyeing him. "You have the stink of your pet on you," she spoke deliberately, her golden eyes narrowed.
"What of it?" He was annoyed at the delay.
The female chuffed and reached up to grab him by his dreads. He froze, and he heard Sara gasp from behind him. "Forget what it is like to bed a real woman?" She purred, her fingers tightening painfully on his hair. He raised his head to better look at the female. She was a foot taller than he was, and more than a couple hundred pounds heavier by the looks of her. Muscular, scarred and powerful, his cock twitched in its sheath. "How about you come back with me, bring your pet so she can see how to properly fuck a yautja male."