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'Why would Oomans imprison one of their own?' Ti'kon wondered. The child maker was far too young to be a bad blood.

He watched her closely as she slept pressed close to the glass. She was such a small female, but then again most Ooman females were, compared to Yautja females, who towered over the males. They had to be big to rear sucklings properly. This female looked starved. Her bones showed through her skin, very pale skin even for an Ooman. Her hair was long too for a Ooman, but cut at all different lengths. However, the most important thing he noted was her scars. Layer upon layer of scars, and that was just the flesh he could see. She had some sort of white robe on her body that seemed poorly secured, but her legs and arms showed and they were covered in lines of scares. Even Ti'kon, an Honored Warrior, had not earned as many scars in his long life.

But these were not battle scars like his, they were too precise, too measured, and he had a feeling the scientist Oomans had done this to her. He also had a feeling this was what they wanted to do to him and his nephew.

Getting up from his position of watching the child maker, he looked to the other cell beside her. K'on the young blood paced in his small cell, stripped of weapons and armor like him. When this was over and they were free, K'on would feel his fury like no other. The young Yautja had disobeyed his orders, staying in hunting grounds that the Oomans had identified. He had called to K'on, ordering him back to the ship three times, before he had set out to retrieve the boy and teach him a lesson. If it was not his brother's son he would have left the 'pauk' head to his fate, but no, they had both been captured.

A soft sound reached his ears, and he looked down.

The female was shivering against the glass, mumbling words that were too faint for the translator in his skull to pick up.

He clicked his mandibles together regarding her. It was quite possible that this young child maker had done nothing to deserve this fate. Oomans as a race were dishonorable to their females, he had seen males commit acts so vile on their females that even he was compelled to action. They were not even his race, and he had lost count of how many humans he had stalked because he had seen them force a child maker. He killed them quickly, not even taking their skulls as a trophy. They were Tarei hsan-unworthy prey. Mere insects that he saw as his duty to dispose of. Once he had come across a male forcing a child Ooman, he was so disgusted he tore the male off the child. Not bothering to cloak himself, he snapped the man's neck in front of the child. The child too young to comprehend what it had just seen managed to stutter out a 'thank-you' before grabbing its clothes and fleeing.

Such acts would be impossible to force on a Yautja female, any male who tried would quickly find himself with no genitals, and quite possibly his neck broken. His races child makers controlled every aspect of mating and it was an honor if a female picked you to serve her, one you did not refuse if you wanted to keep your genitals.

Sitting down, Ti'kon took up a post leaning against the divider again, not far from the shivering female so he could observe her. She was still muttering in her sleep. His translator picked up and deciphered two soft words making him frown. 'Hold me'

The child maker was barely out of her youth. How long had she been here? And how much of her spirit had been taken from her?

Not all of it.

He recalled the look in her eyes as she took his measure, she was still aware of her surroundings, but in much pain.

Her dark brown eyes had been blood shot.

He was taken from his musings as the Ooman moved in jerky spasms along the glass until she reached where he sat. When her stomach was pressed to where his back sat she suddenly stopped, and made a contented sound, slightly muffled through her strange mask. He watched fascinated as she pressed herself closer to the glass, almost nuzzling it in her sleep. He imagined that if there were no glass the Ooman would have wrapped herself around him by now, but just to be sure. Ti'kon moved away from her, moving down the wall to where her feet were. In a few minutes she was shivering again, and moving to where he now sat.

She craved his heat.

The revelation surprised him more than it should have, who knew how long this creature had been kept in isolation.

He almost jumped when a hissing noise started, but his warrior reflexes kept him still. Unlike K'on who jumped, his head swiveling round searching for the source. He had his answer when the females cell started to fill with gas.

What was happening?

Ti'kon watched as the female pressed so tightly against the glass, suddenly fell away limp.

Was she dead?

Rage filled the elder Yautja, how dare they kill a female so dishonorably. Never giving her a chance to fight back.

He paced his cell, mandibles flaring, not holding back a roar when the injustice of the situation hit him.

"Dishonorable, cowardly, Bad bloods!" He snarled. "Killing a harmless child maker!"

Gas continued to flood the tiny Ooman's cell, only fueling his anger more.

"Calm yourself Uncle," K'on's voice reached him. "She is alive, her heart still beats, they are only sending her to sleep"

He stopped pacing listening hard, the young blood was right her heart still beat, but at a very slow pace. Vents in the roof of the cell suddenly opened and all the gas was funneled out. Now that her cell was free of the gas, Ti'kon felt himself relax, but it didn't last when the door opened.

Two males and one female wearing the same color as the cells entered, pushing a metal table. The males bent, picking the limp body off the floor. They placed her on the table, stripping the flimsy robe from her body. Ti'kon growled, not liking the treatment on the unaware creature, even if it was an Ooman.

The female scientist flipped out a notebook, looking to the males.

"Pulse?" She asked.

One of the males placed his hands around her neck.

"Faint and erratic," he replied.

"Other life signs?"

"Breathing is shallow." The other male answered, holding an instrument Ti'kon didn't recognize to her chest.

"No fluid in the lungs, her body seems to have fought off the virus we gave her. Her temp is normal, meaning that her immune system is still in operation, even if her advanced healing is no longer present."

"Her pupils aren't responding," the other male was shining a light into her eyes, that he pried open. "Nothing new there."

The female continued to write things in her notebook.

"The last incision we made still hasn't healed."

One of the males prodded a row of stitches that her gown had been covering, seeming not to care when it started to bleed.

"And even though her fingers have scabbed over from her biting, the wounds don't seem to be closing."

The female nodded at this.

"So, the verdict?" She asked.

"She's not going to survive the operation," one male offered.

"She's surprised us in the past, I think she'll pull through." The other replied.

The female shook her head. "I agree with Dr. Sullivan. This surgery will be extensive, the incision large. She most likely won't survive."

The male who was not Sullivan shrugged. "Little matter if she survives or not. The years of research she's given us has been more than profitable."

"Agreed." The female nodded. "Let's get her to prep."

Ti'kon watched as the Oomans wheeled the unconscious female out. He looked at all of their faces, memorizing them.

He was going to kill them all.