IN THE VAST OCEANS OF SPACE

Dust planet location somewhere in the galaxy…two months since boarding the hunter vessel.

The hunt, that word never meant much to me as a child. Okay I admit I shot a deer on earth when I was there, but I was eighteen and it was on my grandfather's birthday. I think he liked his antique shotgun, which he showed me how to use. I never knew that to hunt could be a way of life as an honour. As a thing I'd do both to eat and survive. I must be out of my mind I'm holding a silver spear the very spear I used to kill that alien with on the Callisto colony to kill again on this dust bath planet so I can eat. Our food has just about run out not much left in the front compartments then it happened I don't know how. Jeuki and I managed to hack in to the back compartment of the hunter vessel. Where there are trophy rooms and spare armour. The hunter trophy rooms where empty apart from Jeuki's, which had skulls, but we also found two quarters used by the elder hunters.

We couldn't get in before because these rooms had codes only his elder knew but hell we tried and tried until we finally got in. I've never been so happy to feel sheets in my life. Then I guess this it where it all changed, Jeuki pulled one of the spare amours free from the wall. There were two in total but he picked the one like his with silver shoulder guards and silver plating. I watched him rip this armour and helmet to pieces, using his ships tool normally used for repair the faults onboard he crafted and moulded this armour in to a suit that I could fit in. I've never seen anything like it my life. It was done like one of old Samurai crafting a sword in to its beautiful final form. A form that fitted perfectly around my body beautifully and with technology that keeps me warm, quite frankly I was glad to get rid of the old cloths.

I like at last that I have someone to talk to he always listens to me. He's picking up my language well now. I hate to say it but he's like the best friend I ever had. No one who was ever human sat down and listened to me. He also talks about his planet a lush green world that is so peaceful and tranquil where his race sits and talks and relationships are formed with females. Where his races children pups are what they call them…grow up in to young warriors. Despite this tranquil peace though there are places where huge hunting ships are built and leave from enormous docking yards. Packed with these young hunters ready to train and make their first kill out in reaches of space. They hunt for pride honour and the right to mate with beautiful females. Honestly I've never felt so at home talking to an alien I don't care that he's not even my own kind he's fascinating and is very kind. When I need to tell him my thoughts he always listens.

I've looked in to hundreds of human eyes and yet I've never felt that I've seen anything. Yet when I look in to his amber ones, and put a hand on his cream spotted skin, which is quite soft, much to my surprise. I feel like I'm learning something new. I was surprised when he said that we where clan. As he has no clan so he sees me as clan, therefore I must hunt like him. And now here I am on a dust planet where we touched down. Not a bad landing considering the ship is still not fully fixed; it's better but still needs work. We need food anyway and the hunt will be our food as much as our prey. I must be out of my mind I'm hunting with a six-foot tall alien who likes me. I can't think of anything crazier…

Emma jumped up fast dodging the claws of the huge desert like wolf creatures; they were ugly gits that's for sure. I'm not good at this! I have no idea how to do this! The first time was out of fear. Emma ran forward trying to take down the heavy beast. She watched it pulled back trying to bite at her spear. She turned swinging the weapon with all her might slamming it in to the beasts head. She watched as blue blood sprayed out of its mouth it was more like a leather bag with claws and teeth than a wolf. She watched it shake it head then try to bite the spear again; she pulled the weapon back watching as it jumped up. This was a chance she slammed the weapon forward watching it go right through the chest and out the other side. That was what Jeuki had shown her with this re sized weapon, which he'd altered slightly.

She felt the blue blood wash over her hands. All she could hear was the howls of the ugly beast as it died on the spear which she was trying to hold despite the weight, she let go watching the huge beast slumber in to death. She turned quickly, hearing the howls as Jeuki killed two more of these ugly things. She turned but not quick enough as one slammed in to her armoured back. Its claws racking across her back the pain was horrible. She'd got burnt as a child and that wasn't that bad but this was awful. She slammed her wrist blades back hearing a yelp of pain as they went right through the creature's head. She watched it hit the floor behind her, her gaze turned to Jeuki. Who was pulling the air ventilation free of his silver framed helmet. She watched as it came free showing his mandibles and gentle amber eyes. He turned quickly looking at her kill, he pulled back his head she watched in surprise as he let out a roar that shook the earth or at least it felt that way. He looked at her clicking his upper right mandible then raised a clawed finger "You…try." Emma eased her helmet free looking at him trying to ignore the pain in her side.

She looked at him "I can't roar." Jeuki raised his brow "Try it…come try you like it." Emma gulped slightly all she could do was scream. Okay so she'd scream she needed to scream anyway her back was killing her. She pulled back her head feeling the air rush out of her lungs as she screamed for all she was worth. Jeuki turned slightly "Feel good…Emma?" Emma looked at him "Great…" She put a hand on her side feeling the cold as her blood began to flow from the wound; she leaned on the spear painfully. Jeuki took a slow step forward there was something wrong with Emma the ooman was leaning on her spear in pain. Her stomach muscles tensed painfully he could see it through the silver armours opening "You hurt?"

Emma wanted to cry she wasn't just hurt she was in pain. Oh this was so humiliating her first hunt and she'd been a failure getting clawed by a dog…a stupid leather assed dog with teeth. She found herself kneeling down holding her stomach she wanted to be sick. It wasn't the air she could breath this air it was more oxygen based and even then it still wouldn't have mattered she was wearing the thin silver collar ring which was just above the black armoured collar, she could breath any air. It just looked like the armour anyway, she knew she was going to fall over it was the light headiness. She didn't get a chance to complain as a pair of cream clawed hand pulled her down to ground before she fell over. Jeuki turned the human over he noted the blood running down her back red blood. This was the first time he'd really seen ooman blood and it was strange to him, he turned slowly "Your wounded."

Emma winced painfully "No kidding." She watched in surprise, as he un slotted a large piece of his back armour then flicked his hand pushing the wrist blades on his other back in. He pressed his finger down quickly on it; she eyed it as it opened up in to what looked like a med kit of sorts. She watched as he pulled out a long syringe his amber eyes looking at her as he pressed the end causing a clear liquid to fly free. She didn't like the look of it, she'd never liked needles she'd been a wuss in school. "You're not seriously going to put that in to me? Are you?" Jeuki looked the needle. "For the pain." Emma pulled up her hand only to find him pulling it down "Look at the size of that thing! How do you know it even works on my species?" Jeuki looked at her. "Take it." Emma looked at him "No!" Jeuki snarled oh why was Emma having on her difficult moments again? She had these on the ship from time to time. It was like an ooman female thing where she'd get stressed and started acting funny or have a shout or kick something. He didn't mind so much it was just her way and she still came up and sat with him later cuddled up to him almost in a desperate manner.

He'd found it odd at first but had just got used to it and put an arm around her, she always calmed down after he did it. He narrowed his gaze clicking his upper right mandible "Take It." He pushed her down stopping her from getting up "It makes you feel better." Maybe it was pain she didn't like…still he was going to get her to take this no matter what. It would help her feel better his race had tried this on most species it normally worked. He looked at her it hadn't been tried on oomans but it had been tried on a species similar and worked. On his home planet there were places where this type of thing was made and tested by his race. These where just tests mostly to find out how good medicine was. Emma felt the hand push her down "Get of me Jeuki!" The next moments hit in horribly as the needle was suddenly shoved in to her midsection, causing a horrible jolt of agonizing pain.

She felt her body spasm in agony she watched as the needle was pulled free Jeuki slotted it in to the med kit "Better?" He suddenly felt a sharp stab of pain as she slapped him across his upper felt mandible he turned in annoyance "What that for!?" Emma groaned slowly feeling the pain go and her wounded area became numb "Christ do you how much that hurts!" Jeuki turned her slightly "Yes…I done it to myself." He slowly pulled a liquid pot free with glowing blue liquid. Normally this would have a compound added, but he'd seen that oomans didn't burn to cauterise wounds. They used ointments at first, then other things it was not as brutal as his races med kit. He could use this mixture like one of her races ointments to kill the germs in the wound. It would also heel it with out burning, as it hadn't been mixed yet. He put some on his finger rubbing it. Then slowly rubbed it in to the flesh wound he watched her tense moaning to herself. He pushed the brown flowing hair out of her face, which had a few metal bolts and dreadlocks in places "Good hunt." Emma looked at the fallen desert wolf "No bad hunt I screwed up."

Jeuki looked at her in surprise "No good hunt you kill two." Emma turned slightly "But I got wounded…isn't being a hunter about not getting hurt?" Jeuki shook his head pointing to his two scars on his face "I hurt…I hunter… scars are pride of hunters…show courage." He paused "You courage…you kill that make you hunter." Emma winced again she watched as he suddenly clicked out his wrist blades cutting the dessert wolf's head she'd speared clean off. He picked it up looking at her "You earn Trophy! You hunter!" Emma looked at him for a moment that was her prize it's head. No it's skull she'd seen his trophies. She knew it would end on a wall near by. She looked at him again "Sorry I slapped you…that needle hurt." Jeuki looked at her slowly closing the med kit and putting it back in to his armour "I understand you hurt…I know it hurt body a lot." Emma felt him grab her pulling her to her feet "I feel like hell." Jeuki turned he leaned down feeling her still holding him. He slowly tied the legs of the fallen prey with a long rope. Which he held fast he slowly pulled then tied the rope to his front plating bracing it with his arm. He pulled watching the dead prey move slowly it wouldn't a far walk back to the ship Emma could make it despite her pain she was strong ooman.

8

Emma lay on the large bed she used to sleep on the floor of the main control room. Her head was still floating from the drug she'd felt the ship as it had left the planet. Jeuki had managed to get it up okay on his own. Once they'd been sky born he's taken of her armour and laid it near by on its holder in the room. His was placed right next it, it used to placed in the main control room but now in here. There were two rooms but she'd never bothered to use the other one it was only used for storing spare armour and other items. She didn't like being alone in the cold of space. Even in the control room she used to sleep alone trying to block out the nightmares, before she had, had the armour or a sheet or even a pillow. Just trying to block out the queen alien's face or the hard meat queen so Jeuki had called it, she could only remember running and pulling the ventilation shaft free.

Then jumping in as its huge mouth had tried to get her only failing as she'd got away but she couldn't get away from the screaming in her mind. The blood and the chaos then something had happened that she didn't understand. Maybe Jeuki had seen her shaking or something in her sleep. Or maybe it was her whining because of the cold, she didn't really know. All she knew was that she'd woken up one morning being cradled by his huge frame on the control room floor. At first it had sacred her. She thought he might crush her because of his size. That hadn't been the case though. She was so used to him sleeping next to his armour he's being so gentle was another surprise. She had no idea what had brought on the behaviour or even why. Since then and since they had opened the rooms they had shared this large room sleeping on the bed. Which she could fit on as well as him since it was made for a Yautja who was bigger than ether of them, a nine-foot tall hunter elder. She felt the sheets she had on some lesser clothing, which he'd made for her. A hanging skirt and small top made from the cloth of the bed in the other room.

She wore it under her hunting gear it never made her sweat oddly but kept her dry and cool. Jeuki had an item like it, which he wore on his lower half. She couldn't say he even smelt bad. Oddly musky but it wasn't a bad smell in the least. She closed her eyes rolling them slightly feeling woozy oh hell. This drug was really kicking in to her system now. It made her feel at peace while numbed the pain in her side completely. Jeuki slowly walked in to the room, the ooman was lying quietly. It was strange he'd never seen her being so placid but then that was probably the drugs effects. He slammed the newly clean skull of the Mui Ji or dessert wolf as she called it in human tongue on the side table. Its skull was completely clean and buffed in proper trophy fashion. Normally he would've let her do it, as it was her first time. She was wounded though and he wasn't really sure that she was in the right frame of mind to carry out such a task. Still there was another skull she could do. The one she'd but her wrist blades through, but all in good time. He slowly picked up the little bowl of glowing blue liquid this was from the bathroom in truth, which was next door it had three pools.

One was red thick liquid, which you sat in and got rid of waste it had lasers, which disposed of such things. The other was orange protein based which was his races drinking water. This pool continually cleaned itself after the slightest touch. The last was normal water, which was his races water, which was very similar to ooman water but slightly glowing here you washed yourself. It also cleaned itself after being used, but he'd found that she couldn't drink the orange protein liquid. It had made her vomit, which was the strangest thing to watch. He'd never seen an ooman loose their stomach contents before. It was quite horrible to watch. As it was like a painful gut reaction unlike his race that didn't get this but just spat it out with no pain and in liquid form. He'd found she could drink the bath water though with no problems. Okay strange but if it kept her from being thirty then fine by him.

He remembered this vessel when it had landed on that moon where she'd been; two vessels in total had landed. The other one packed in with thirty youngish blooded hunters of lower rank. He had been on this vessel with two elders but he had been forced to sleep in the front control room with another young hopeful who he hated. A very violent young male about his age he was new aboard and his trophies hadn't been brought over from the other ship of lesser hunters. He was also crested like him and had ranked quickly. Almost to the point of hunting with the elders and soon to gain his own quarters like himself. They'd both never hunted oomans before and nether of them got the chance to because of the hard meat over running the ooman base.

His gaze travelled to Emma he watched her roll her green eyes her dark brown hair almost black hair falling over her eyes. Her pale skin was very soft to the touch. He breathed in deeply he wasn't sure he could ever hunt oomans now. Even if he'd wanted to since caring for this one had changed his perceptive of them so. As races they looked so different but in truth they were alike in some ways. Oomans didn't like to fail and they also had a lot of pride and were willing to try things. They were tough as a race and real survivors in desperate situations. He slowly looked at Emma again then kneeled down clicking his clawed finger she didn't respond at all. She seemed completely out of it. He brought her head with his fingers slowly bringing the water to her lips.

He watched as she squinted then slowly drank some he put the bowl back on the side table. He'd take it back to the small cooking room later. He laid her head down on the pillow. There was a time when he'd ignored her completely when she used to sleep on her own. At first he'd not even liked being near her she smelt odd. Come to think of it, it wasn't a bad smell now that he thought about it just strange. He'd noticed that she'd just curl up and moan in her sleep, he knew it was bad dreams. He'd even seen it in his own race although no one talked about it. He'd seen very young males in the pit having bad dreams after their first hunt. He'd seen those who had seen their friends or brothers or even whole group die suffer from the same thing. It was a thing a young hunter was forced to get over it was the hunter's way. He'd hated the pit of the ship so much he was glad to leave it; it was just full of males with attitude. Not the kind he cared for. No one cared for anyone much in there it was just about fighting to up rank and knocking out who ever got in the way. He was so glad to move ship, to the other vessel which was a nicer and more comfortable one with its places of quite, where he could think.

He'd been thinking a lot since the ooman female had come in to his life. Maybe even questioning him self at times. One of those moments where he had truly questioned himself was the night he'd heard her crying in her sleep. Talking to her self saying names of other oomans and whimpering he'd heard it often and had ignored it despite not liking the sound she made. Then one night out of curiosity he'd slowly crawled over seeing that she was a tight ball whimpering. Somehow he'd found himself feeling so sorry for her. It was bad enough that she had none of her own kind to talk to but even worse she was having horrible nightmares which weren't leaving her. Maybe something had clicked in his head making him think about how he'd feel in her position.

That had been where a true change had come and he'd let go of his foolish pride way of not caring. She needed someone she needed someone to care. It was all very well and good being nice and talking to each other but she needed a little more. Someone she could turn to. Someone she could trust. Someone who could look over her shoulder and making sure everything was okay, he needed the same thing. That was when he'd without thinking about it put an arm around her and cradled her. Only to find that her moaning had slowly subsided she also seemed to sleep better, so he'd carried on doing it. She still had nightmares but not so often. She had also warmed to him a lot more after this which helped them both, he'd then taken it upon himself to start teaching her the hunter's way.

Making her proper armour when the back sleeping rooms had finally been opened then teaching her how to use the spear she'd used to kill the hard meat with, as well as the wrist blades. Some of his race might have laughed at him doing this, but in his view he didn't care about their thoughts. He'd done the right thing in his view. His conscience was clear, plus it was for her own good. He knew she saw herself as a coward and a failure. He knew she wasn't really over what had happened to her. He had to be taught her to use these weapons so she could feel good about something. He knew full well she was no coward or failure, he'd seen how brave she was. It was just in her mind those thoughts still lingered. If hunting was a means to proving something to her self then it was good thing.

She'd done well today two kills was a good start, she'd survived the first hunt which was also good. He slowly pulled himself on to the bed lying next to her. He could see she was starting to doze of. He could tell by the slightly glazed expression on her face. He eased an arm around her watching as her eyes finally closed and she fell in to dreams. Her body needed time to heal anyway. He tapped his upper left mandible in thought. She'd probably have a permanent set of scars because of the claw marks, but if he could make her see that that was something to be proud of then it'd be good. He pulled his finger up putting it through the dark ooman hair, which was soft to the touch. Maybe he was getting to close to her not that he cared, he liked her so.

She was nice; he'd never known that a race his race hunted could be so nice. He'd heard a couple of stories about oomans being aboard other clan vessels but it was all stories. Although they might be true, he felt that he was one of few to every truly get this close to an ooman. She wasn't a bad looking ooman ether. She'd looked after him especially when he'd hurt his right mandible because of a computer overload. This fault causing electricity to go through his face when he'd been trying to fix something the pain had been agonizing. He'd watched as she got orange water and a cloth rubbing his mandible to try and stop the pain. Thanks to her he was lucky he hadn't lost his mandible completely. Since she'd pushed him so he didn't get the full overload in his face she'd wrapped his wound up and washed it. It had taken a week to heal fully but had made life hard for him since he couldn't move it and had to keep his mandibles slightly opened. She'd helped him to eat and hadn't made fun of his slurred speech. Or how he looked with one wrapped up mandible, which he couldn't move. He was very grateful for her help she could've just ignored him but had chosen not to and had helped instead.

He laid down slightly getting comfortable, he wasn't sure that he even wanted to find his race anymore. They would no doubt call him weak for his behaviour. He pulled Emma closer to him screw them he had made his choice. It was his choice and if he ever found any of his own kind they would respect his choice. Being that his right rank meant he could choose. He had been at the point in his life where he could take paths and decide whether to teach younger hunters to hunt. Or become an elder hunter of noble blood and hunt alone. He'd had this talk with the elder on board this ship before it had all happened. After this hunt he was told he could make the choice if he lived. He'd chosen noble blood but also to teach. To teach another to hunt yet be alone in space like the great elder hunters, it was the best of both worlds. He closed his eyes maybe someday they'd find both there races somewhere in space. There was a chance. He wondered whether she'd return to her own race, somehow he didn't want to. He wanted her to stay with him, but then finding anyone in space seemed impossible it would a long time before that came to be if it ever did.

Two months since leaving second galaxy…battle ship sirun docking with the iron year in the second systems outer sector.

Oran turned slowly watching the scientists move around the civilian vessel. He watched, as the head scientist Carlos came up to him "Sir Oran so glad you made it." Oran sneered looking at him "I read the notes I want to look! Now!" The head scientist smiled "As you wish sir, follow me." Oran slowly followed the man until they where close to lifts. He slowly stepped in watching Carlos close the doors. The man smiled pulling away a panel revealing two buttons "As you know the civilians aboard the Iron Yard are unaware of what goes on bellow. We like to keep it that way. He hit button closing the panel "As far as they know there are seventy ship levels going up." Oran felt the lift jolt as it started to go downwards the scientist smirked "What they don't know is the left over levels that go down bringing it to a ninety nine in total." Oran looked at him slightly "Why keep civilians here I didn't pay you for that?" Carlos smiled "Oh they have their use's they only see what goes on at the top levels. They never bother with the lower levels we don't even mark them on the ships controls. Plus the families of male and female scientists live here with their children. Husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends the usual mix of common couples as well as same sex couples…you know how the human race is."

Oran felt the lift stop sharply "Well at least you've done, well at keeping these people oblivious to what I'm doing." Carlos turned slightly "Its procedure sir no scientist in the lower levels is aloud to talk about what we do down here. If so they'll be in serious trouble." Oran looked at him "How serious?" Carlos grinned, "It involves a marine and a pulse rifle." Oran smiled "That's good to know." He slowly walked in to the huge rooms watching as three scientists pulled up a huge case full of human body parts floating in clear liquid." He looked at the table seeing weapons placed in racks as well as a half human that was being fitted with metal area's "Ah so my funding for the part human and android soldiers has survived." Carlos smirked "Oh actuality everything you have survived and more…we have some far more interesting items." He looked at the soldier who was unconscious and having a metal arm grafted on. "This is just all your research which is in about five rooms in total…although we found two items were missing." Oran turned slightly "Which ones?"

Carlos looked at his clipboard "Oh we had a clamp piece that was a kind of cyber arm, a person could put it one their real arm and break metal with it. It was quite light. Where rebuilding one now, the other item, which there were two prototypes of was a breathing device for the marines. So they could breathe any atmosphere. One we've found but its broken the others vanished." He shrugged "We found part of the broken arm in the wreckage but not that, which doesn't help. The scientist who worked on it was some girl who's dead anyway. We couldn't find her electronic board of notes." He shrugged again "Still we haven't been through all the wreckage yet. We put all of it on board and are still shifting through it." Oran raised an eyebrow "just sort it!"

Carlos nodded "Follow me I've got something truly wonderful to show you." Oran followed him through until they came to huge room with a long curtain hanging over the wall. He could see hundreds of scientist doing samples "This had better be good." Carlos grinned, "Oh you'll love this and it's not even the best part sir it's only a taste." He looked up "As you know Utro was working on a form of aliens the Xeno's as he called them. He found the eggs on the planet and had a machine pick them up as well as another alien egg craft which we have in another room but we'll get to that." He slammed the curtain back "When these other alien's ship crashed on the planet we found this inside it and with it we can carry on Urto's research!" The huge curtain fell back showing of a huge ten-foot tall monster it huge crest shadowing the room as it tried to move. Its enormous hands legs and body bolted down. As well and its huge toothed mouth shut which had a mouth- piece. None of it human technology, he watched the huge black monster try to roar. The scientist grinned, "Meet the Xeno's queen beautiful isn't she?"

Oran watched as saliva ran out from under the mouthpiece "Impressive…very impressive." Carlos grinned "We used the other alien technology as it's far stronger than ours and keeps her in place. Dangerous as the bitch is which we found when trying to move her." Oran looked at the black nightmarish monster again "What comes with her? Is she a package deal?" Carlos laughed pressing a button "Well we ripped of her egg laying abdomen part soon after she'd laid the eggs we needed. We don't want another incident like on Callisto." Ten vales slowly came up each with the face hungers, which moved in the liquid. "We have over a hundred of these face huggers in liquid but you see Utro was a man who thought with vision." He smiled at the alien queen "He was making a device to control her and use her as a weapon, which we've almost finished." He picked up a vile watching as face hunger with its long legs and little spiked back moved "Our queen laid three of these face huggers they make queens. Like her but Urto's great vision was putting one of these queen face huggers on one of our other live aliens species, we have here to see the results."

Oran turned sharply "Other species?" The scientist put the long vile back on the holder pressing the button so they vanished. "Follow me." Oran followed slowly as they went in to another room, which had ten huge aliens strapped to the tables surrounded by scientists. One was already being dissected "What are these?" Carlos looked at him. "Oh these are dead, they where dead when we found them." He shrugged "You've heard the term predator from earth, and the events of 1996 and 1997 and later in 2004 of hunters with great technology devices. Plus other colony stories of hunters who like to kill the Xeno's and our species." Oran turned "There real!" Carlos smirked "Yes and this would be them where currently studying the armour now. Which we stripped from them, their ship had the queen alien on it."

He turned "Please follow me have five more lives ones in the next room. When the Callisto's base exploded their alien ship didn't leave quick enough and it got torn in the blast. Sending it crashing down about twenty miles from the base…where we found it." He closed the automatic door behind him as they walked through. "The rest which we found were bones burnt to a crisp, these are the five live ones." Oran's gaze drifted to the four huge holding pens full of stripped hunters their mandibles flaring as they banged on the prison like glass. Carlos grinned "We have to keep them in these pens as the atmosphere is right for them. They can't get out and we feed them raw meat while studying their behaviour." He laughed slightly "They're all male and hung like horses."

Oran looked up sharply "What?" Carlos smirked. "Sorry it's a little joke our female scientists say about them since they have big human like manhood's." Oran rolled his eyes "You said there were five, I only see four." Carlos looked around "Oni Jui! No games now!" Oran watched in surprise as a six-foot tall predator appeared from nowhere behind the bed fully armoured up. Oran took a step back watching as the other hunters hissed and cursed at the smaller one who ignored them. His huge black armour gleamed in the low light with its shining upward rim helmet. Oran watched as he pulled the black helmet free, his four mandibles and jaws coming in to view. The hunter had dark skin and strips, his orange almost fire some eyes beamed.

Carlos smiled "Oh don't worry this young fellow wont hurt you, he seems very nice." Oran watched the taller hunters banged harder on the glass. "They don't seem to like him." Carlos grinned, "Well you see that's because he made a deal with as. He gets to live and in turn he shows as how the technology works…he is very impressive and he speaks our language very well." The hunter yawned his red crest showing with its strips while his striped body came in to view. "Nice to see you." Oran looked at the hunter. "Are you sure about him not hurting me or anyone else." The hunter stared at him "If I want to kill you I'll just kill you…but I don't care for killing your race." Carlos grinned, "He has been very helpful he is looking forward to seeing the new alien we create." He folded his arm "We promised him that he could hunt it in a safe room with the alien offspring that come from the new Xeno queen once she's been born. It helps him hunt and we can study the fight." Oran looked at the hunter again "I see." He watched as a scientist came in carrying a queen face hunger in a liquid vile which he slowly handed to the predator warrior.

Carlos grinned. "Well Oni Jui which is the most fitting candidate for impregnation from these four?" The young predator tapped his mandibles looking at the tallest hunter then pointing. Carlos grinned evilly "Would you kindly do the honours Oni Jui since this beautiful hunts offspring will be yours once its born." He watched the predator move over slotting the case in the side of the holding pen. The liquid drained as the queen face hugger moved across the floor like lightening. Oran watched as the naked hunter tried to fight it off as it jumped on him. He could see all the other caged predators shock horror at what the younger one had done, but the younger hunter didn't seem to care. He watched as the elder hunter failed as the face hunger attached itself his last roars being dimmed.

He had been screaming at the younger hunter in some other alien language. Before he'd hit the floor and the hugger wrapped its tail around his neck and all became still for a moment. Before the remaining hunters burst in to roars of anger and cursed the younger one. Carlos looked at Oni Jui "Good choice Oni Jui." The young predator slowly walked away following them. Carlos hit a panel slowly opening a glass viewer Oran watched as the huge predator craft came in to view. "As you can see sir we have everything you could ever dream of here." Oran followed his arms looking at the young predator "You've made me a very happy man. I would like though that you keep this Oni Jui in the lower levels out of sight." Carlos grinned, "Not a problem sir he can help as more." Oran looked at the hunter "I would like it though if I could have him as body guard from time to time if necessary." Carlos smirked "I'll talk to him I'm sure he'll be happy to help. He's a good boy unlike he's older friends." Oran looked at the ship. "It'll take me a lifetime to get through all this."

End of part 2

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