(A/N: Sorry it took me a while to finally get back to this story. I swear, I didn't forget about it and I get a lot of notifications regarding this. I guess I just got caught up on my other stories and trying hard to finish those, neglecting this story and many others too.

Anyway, I should probably tell you that we'll be learning a little bit about the human female, at least how she got to the island the Yautja are investigating. Also, any dialogue with the Yautja will primarily be like (all in bold characters) "this", there might be some words in their language though, but that depends on how I feel.

Before I completely forget, warning: there will be mentions of and an attempted rape in this chapter. Like I said, it'll only be mentioned and anything that could happen won't happen because I did say attempted, not that it would actually happen. And there are also a couple of touchy subjects, which I won't go into detail about (just because I don't want to give any spoilers), but it could be something that's very emotional to some.

I think I've kept you long enough and it's time to get reading. I just hope that you guys enjoy what you read.)

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'How did I find myself here?' She must have asked this question and thought about it over a hundred times.

She had been on this isolated island for over a month, with nothing to do but survive. She was able to survive, she was a survivor by blood.

Before she was stranded there, she was a student at a decent college in Florida, the Sunshine State. She was only eighteen years old, but was already a Sophomore there, she graduated from her high school in her home state of New Mexico at the age of sixteen.

She had always kept to herself due to her upbringing, she was adopted as a toddler. Her adoptive parents were a slightly older couple that couldn't have children of their own. They were kind and very supportive of her, but she was always worried of the harassment she might receive. She was Native American and had tan skin, her adoptive parents were Caucasian with fair skin.

She loved her adoptive parents and entire family, but the horrible things she had heard people say about her and her family made her feel very insecure. Some of the things she had heard were so soul-destroying that she felt like crying, but they were always there to soothe and comfort her.

Tragically, her adoptive parents had passed away in a car crash. When they died, she was left with the money from their life insurance policy, the entire estate of the house she grew up in, and what they had left in their bank accounts. All of it was in their will, and it was all given to her.

She used that money she inherited to support herself through college, where she planned to pursue a career in biology. She missed them dearly, and it was this grief that had made her especially vulnerable and inane.

Her roommate in the dorm room she was staying in suggested that she needed something to distract her from the grief. She suggested that they go for a boat ride with some of her friends, people she didn't know. Although she knew better than to go with a group of people she not only didn't know but didn't trust, she agreed to it.

She expected it to be a small party on a boat or a ride on the water for a couple of hours, she most definitely didn't expect to be taken to an isolated island. She had to admit, the island was a place to behold, it was beautiful.

She was glad she brought goggles with her and wore a swimsuit underneath her clothes, she spent a lot of time in the water. She saw a lot of fish while underwater, many of which she could identify off the top of her head. It was times like that during her time in the water that she was grateful for her knowledge and studies in biology.

After spending hours on the island, it was time to return to the mainland, and that was when things took a turn for the worse for her. She was helping to put items onto the boat when the owner of it suddenly put his hand on her rear.

She slapped him and he tried to immobilize her when she was trying to get away from him. She was afraid, afraid that she would be assaulted, she did the only thing she could think of, she headbutted him in the nose. The impact hurt her head, but it provided her the chance to get away. Since there was only one place to go, she jumped into the water and swam away.

She heard and watched as they left in the boat, leaving her behind. Her roommate didn't even try to stop her before she jumped or before they left. She never fully trusted people, and that was precisely why, because people were unpredictable.

Starting that day, she began using what she had and what the island provided her to survive. She doubted that any of them would go to the police once they returned to port, or even file a missing persons report. No one would miss her, except for perhaps a couple of teachers, she had nobody in her life that cared enough about her to make any inquiries. Anyone who would have cared was either no longer living or she hadn't seen them before she was adopted.

She was now just another statistic of people who just disappeared. There would be a very short investigation, if any at all. Although Florida was a decent state to live in, even their law enforcement had their struggles.

Surviving on this island was not an easy task, and certainly not for anyone who had no experience or brain. She gathered fresh water to drink and replenish herself, built traps for fish, a smoker to preserve her catches, and a shelter to shield herself from the elements, insects, and animals.

It didn't take her long to adapt to this new environment, it was very similar to the climate of Florida, a place she had been living in for two years. The longer she spent there, surviving and gathering what necessities she could find, the more she felt connected to her biological family and ancestors.

She had only vague, hazy memories of her biological family, her parents succumbed to a fatal disease when she and her siblings were very young. She had four siblings, two brothers and two sisters, all of whom were older than her - her eldest sibling was ten-years-old at the time and the youngest of them was only a year older than her.

When their parents died, her brothers were taken to live with an aunt and uncle, herself and her sisters were taken to an orphanage. The families who adopted her sisters were not interested in a baby, and she was left in that orphanage until her adoptive parents opened their home to her. She hadn't seen her siblings since the orphanage, she didn't even remember their names, if they had families of their own, or if they were even still alive.

She learned about her ancestry in high school and that was when she discovered something very surprising. She had always thought of herself as belonging to the Navajo tribe because it was the tribe her biological parents belonged to, or perhaps another tribe that also thrived in the same area of America, but discovered that she had ancestors who were actually Tupi, a tribe from Brazil.

It made sense to her when she finally learned this, her name never sounded like it came from any North American tribe that she knew of. Her name was Iara, which translated to "lady of the lake" in the Tupi language.

Apparently, her biological parents knew this and decided to honor these ancestors through their children's names. She decided to continue this honor herself by learning everything she could, even learning a fair amount of the languages they would have used.

It was an ironic name, in that she did enjoy swimming and spending time in water. At first, time in the water was only to have a good day, but it had become a necessity for survival; there was always plenty of fish in the sea.

While survival was mandatory for her current situation, she found herself falling victim to boredom. There were very few ways for her to entertain herself on this island, but when she was young she used to explore the property she grew up on. The arid climate she knew her entire life had always fascinated her, how life forms seemed to thrive in such a challenging environment, that was what began her interest in biology.

Sometimes, to cope with this boredom, she would start to dig a few inches in the sand to find seashells and other things, just to find anything interesting. Which was what she was doing when she discovered a perfectly round, metallic sphere buried where she decided to dig.

It obviously wasn't anything biological and very precise and lightweight. She wondered if someone else had come to this island at some point and dropped it, but she knew that was incredibly unlikely. First, it wasn't rusted, there were no signs of saltwater corrosion, and there was no damage to it at all. Second, it didn't seem to serve any particular purpose, other than it was something odd and strangely quite beautiful to her. With that in mind, her mind drew a blank about what this could possibly be or its purpose.

Then, she heard heavy steps in the sand and looked where she thought they were coming from. She thought it was only an animal she would see, but it was something completely different and unexpected.

It was human-like in appearance, tall, muscular, with skin like an alligator's and standing on two thick legs. A head full of tube-like appendages were draped over the shoulders like dreadlocks and tusk-tipped, insect-like mandibles. There was no clothing, except for some type of armor over the chest and shoulders, and an unusual cannon-like weapon on the right shoulder, but everything from the waist down was completely bare; it was naked with a fully erect penis that told her everything about whatever motivation it had for her. An odor was emitting from the being's body, it was musty yet putrid, and it made her want to vomit.

She reached for a bow and a few arrows she made for protection against any wild animals. Just as she grabbed the bow, it pounced on her and pinned her onto the sand and started to tear her clothes. The odor was stronger now and she was sick to her stomach, but she knew that vomiting would only make her situation worse.

Although she fought against the vice grip it held her in, it did little to help her out of her predicament. Still, she struggled, refusing to lie in the sand and submissively allow it to violate her.

"S'yuit-de lou-dte-kalei," it growled. "Dtai'k-de l'ulij-dpe."

She didn't know what it was saying and didn't care, she just wanted to get out of this alive. She didn't want to lose faith in getting out this iron grip, but was beginning to.

She gazed up at the sky, hoping for a sign from God. She needed a guardian angel to save her, that was her last hope.

She felt its erection press up against her lower torso and she shut her eyes tightly, unable to watch what she knew it would do to her. Then, the weight of the creature was suddenly removed from her and a hand with a slightly scaled texture grabbed her and hoisted her to her feet.

Her eyes sprung open from the sheer shock of the sudden movements. She saw that the creature that had attacked her was on its back in the sand and that she was surrounded by similar beings in armor. All of the other beings were wearing some kind of metal helmeted masks, including the one that grabbed her, whom she noticed had yellow and orange skin with blotching of some type that was a darker shade of orange and red in color. For some reason, she had the impression that this being was younger than all of the others.

The creature that assaulted her pointed the shoulder cannon at the sand and a beam of a bright light was shot out of it, causing the sand to explode. The grains created a wall that blocked it from view, when the sand cleared, it was gone.

Va'stboun was furious, he couldn't believe he let the Bad Blood get away! He let out a loud, frustrated roar, so loud that the female had to cover her ears.

"Father, we will find the Bad Blood," Za'tain told him. "He could not have gotten far."

A'keit put a hand on his shoulder, "Calm your anger, we will find him again. The Bad Blood may be fast in his own right, but we are faster together."

Va'stboun faced his son, "Stay here with the female, we will go after the Bad Blood. Do you understand, Za'tain?"

He lowered his head and looked down at the ground in submission, "Yes, father, I understand."

He snorted and left for the trees with the other Yautja to search for the Bad Blood again. A'keit was the last one to leave, sparing a moment to glance at the young Un-Blooded.

She noticed how the creature that was staying with her had interacted with the one that appeared to have been the leader of their group. For some reason, she got the impression that it was likely a type of family tension, a combative father and son relationship.

Although she could not see any sex organs that would help her identify them, she believed they were most likely males, all of them. She knew that it didn't necessarily mean that they were male in the human sense, they could have been genderless or hermaphrodites for all she knew, but that was what she considered them to be for that time.

The male released her and began to pace in a straight line, repeatedly looking down at a gauntlet-like device on his arm, as though waiting for something. She was anxious and very nervous about what could happen next, especially with her near-assailant still somewhere on the island.

She needed something to get it off of her mind for a moment and looked down at her campsite, where there was fish strewn in the sand as a result of the attack. The fish were no longer edible with sand all over them, but she didn't want to smell rotting fish when the heat from the sun eventually got to them, so she began to pick them up.

Za'tain saw her grabbing the fish scattered in the sand and he wasn't sure why. He knew just as well as anyone that sand and whatever could be living in it could spoil the meat and make it harmful to the body. Not to mention that the sand grains were nearly impossible to clean off.

He watched as she then looked at the fish that were being cooked on the fire. As she looked at them, he heard her let out a sigh, and she did not sound content. Was there an issue with her fish? Had it been left on the fire for too long?

He let out a snort, which caused her to look up at him, he pointed at the fish and then to himself. She understood what he was trying to ask her and gave it to him.

He removed his Bio-mask only enough to expose his mouth, which she noticed was similar to the mouth of the creature that attacked her. She now knew that he - and therefore the others with him - and her assistant were of the same species.

He sunk his sharp teeth into the fish, with his tusks digging into it. Then, he spit it out, overwhelmed by the bitterness of the burnt scales and meat.

The mask he was wearing slightly slipped off of his face, giving her a bit more of him to see. She could see that he appeared to have light blue eyes, like the sky, which contrasted nicely with the warm colors of his skin and tresses, especially with some of the darker areas.

She honestly thought that contrast was quite stunning, and it reminded her of where she grew up, as well as some fond memories. She once went to the Grand Canyon when she was young and his eyes and coloration reminded her what she saw that day.

Za'tain quickly fixed his Bio-mask so that it covered his face again, he had no idea what could have caused it to fall. Once it was fixed, he noticed that she was looking at him, and he believed he saw some degree of disappointment when he recovered his face.

He wasn't certain if he was correct in that assumption, he was not familiar with human expressions. Although, in all honesty, he didn't want to cover his face, he wanted her to see him, however, humans were not allowed to see the faces of the Yautja. Not unless they earned it, or if they were about to die.

He may not be allowed to show her his face, but perhaps he could try to help her not feel so nervous. He could tell that she was, she was emitting a scent that told him this. What might help her feel more comfortable? He saw her digging in the sand earlier, maybe that was something she did as a hobby?

He crouched down and brushed his hands in the sand, looking for something, not that he knew what to look for. He didn't have to look for long, he discovered a seashell, it was slightly flat and somewhat smooth with thin ripples along the top, and completely smooth on the inside.

She saw him looking at something in the palm of his hand. She wondered if he had found a small animal like a hermit crab or something else that lived in the sand, so she asked him, "What do you have there?"

The translator built into his equipment informed him what she was saying. It was a question about what he discovered, so he showed it to her.

"Oh, a seashell. Looks like it probably came from a bivalve," she told him. He tilted his head, as though curious, "A bivalve is a type of mollusk, a marine invertebrate."

Ordinarily, she would try to explain things as simply as possible, yet for some reason she had the impression that he understood much of what she was telling him. If he didn't, he wasn't giving her many cues that would signal it, only one time did he do so.

He was impressed by her brain, she knew so much about the seashell. She knew a lot about one little thing, it made him wonder about the extent of how much knowledge she had.

She looked down at the sand and saw the metal orb she discovered just before she was assaulted. She wondered if he might know what it was, what its purpose was.

She picked it up and held it up to him in her outstretched palm, "Do you know what this is?"

He saw the orb, he did know what it was, it allowed a Yautja to become nearly invisible to the naked eye from a distance, but it was possible to be seen by a target when close. He saw her with it earlier and had not the slightest idea of how it could have gotten into the sand. He thought it was possible that it could have been dropped unknowingly by the Bad Blood.

He wanted to answer her question, but she would not be able to understand him, and he did not speak her language. However, he knew that some Yautja used a type of sign language in order to communicate with species that could not speak their tongue.

He decided to try it and hoped that she would understand him. He held up his fist and lowered and raised it a couple of times.

While she did not understand a lot of sign language, she did know what he was telling her, she was glad he knew, it meant she could ask her next question, "Does it serve any purpose?"

Instead of using sign language again, he decided to demonstrate the ability of the sphere. He took it from her and held it to her forehead, she became a distorted, opaque human shape in a moment.

She had no idea what he was doing with the sphere, holding it so close to her, almost to her skin. Then, she involuntarily looked down at herself and saw that her body had become like the surface of water.

"This thing- this device bends light, similarly to a refractive index," she gasped, shocked with the realization. "This is incredible! This is far past the capabilities of humanity."

She heard a rapid clicking sound that she believed was coming from the inside of his helmet-like mask. It took her some time, but she eventually concluded that he was most likely laughing. She had no way to prove it, it was more or less something she told herself.

He moved his hand away and her body was tangible again. He held the orb in his fingers, looking at it for a moment before dropping it in her hands.

He decided that he would let her have it for the moment. She could not keep it permanently, but he saw no harm in allowing her to hold it.

While she looked at it and played with it, she built up the courage to ask a question that had been on her mind, "Do you know why I was attacked?"

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(A/N: Woo! Oh, man! This chapter took me literally forever and it's finally done! I just got so caught up in my schoolwork and my other stories too.

Yautja language translations:

1. S'yuit-de lou-dte-kalei. - Pathetic child-maker.

2. Dtai'k-de l'ulij-dpe. - Useless to fight.

This was more of an introductory chapter, not just to introduce a new character to the story, but also to introduce the main characters to each other. The action will happen in the next chapter, but I won't give you any more than that. So if you want to see it, I suggest you stick around. (Did you catch that?)

I'm excited for what's going to happen next and I suspect that you do too. Am I right? ;) Anyway, I apologize for the wait and I hope to see next time.)