Rage. He had perhaps never felt so wrathful in his life. The little human female, his savior had interrupted his honorable suicide. If it had been that she had rescued him from the other humans, and they were the ones who had disposed of his bomb, it would have been one thing. But she had interrupted his suicide, taken away his honor and from what she showed with her small hands, she had thrown it off a cliff. Off a cliff.

The roar that escaped his throat had threatened to shatter his own ears, and it caused the small human child to start screaming.

He did not care. Did not care as he tore into the human's dwelling and backhanded the table away as it came between him and her fleeing form. She threw her body over the child and exposed her back to him as he ripped and threw his mask at her, missing her and hitting the ground beside her.

He reached for her, ire clouding his judgment, his hand closed on empty air and he turned roaring and swiping his arm backwards, sending many things flying and breaking on the walls and floors. He roared at the female's back and turned storming over, wrenching a box off the wall and hurling it to the side of her person. It shattered and splintered, but did no harm to her.

He turned and focused his attention on the surface in front of him and balled up his fists, raising both arms and smashing them down on the surface, plowing through it easily, hearing more fragile things falling and crashing to the floor. He stormed over towards the two again and lashed out with his leg, kicking and heaving the bed they were cowering by, cracking it in half against the wall.

The female sent the child scurried away from him, pushing him towards the door and he ran through the portal to the dark outside. She turned, and stood up to him. She reeked of fear. He roared in her face. There were no words, just pure fury, just the loud roar of his shame, of his dishonor, of the roiling, boiling fire that sat in his chest. She didn't flinch and he advanced on her, slamming one fist on the wall beside her, trapping her against it as he roared, his sharp teeth mere inches from her face, which she turned away, tightly shutting her eyes.

She made a plaintive noise and he huffed, mouth closing but mandibles staying flared.

"Please stop," she said again, but he didn't understand the words. He moved away from her, stepping back, hissing and rattling deep in his throat. He looked to the side for something else to destroy, something else to hit besides her. He couldn't hit her, no, no matter what she had done to him now, he owed her too much for what she did back then. But his temper had not yet abated, he needed something to work over, something more to destroy.

A small blur of heat caught his vision. A very fast small creature that squeaked and fled. He stormed over and lifted his foot, smashing it down on the creature. She heard the human exclaim in horror and got some satisfaction from it. But when he lifted his foot the creature scurried away, unharmed. Befuddled, he launched after it, falling to the ground and smashing his fist against the creature, but all it did was change direction and continue to flee from him, squeaking. He scrambled after it, patting the ground, narrowly missing it as it turned and flipped and scurried. Finally he clapped a hand over it and restrained its squiggling form tightly in his fingers and squeezing, squeezing as hard as he could but it was like trying to squeeze the life from a stone. Perplexed he looked his tight fist over from different angles, huffing at it and roaring. He stood and whipped around, his tresses whipping against his back and shoulders and looked at the female human.

He looked at his hand then at her again. She had his mask and he rattled a warning. She stepped forward, holding out his mask with one hand and her other empty hand held open. He heaved his breaths and looked at her, then her hands. He watched as she approached cautiously. Once she was near, he extended his fist and dropped the small creature, still alive, into her open hand and snatched his mask from her.

She backed quickly away from him as he forced his breathing to slow, replacing his mask on his face and reattaching the tubes. As the misty air puffed in towards his mouth he activated his scanner with his mandibles, rotating through them, trying to find one that could shed some light on the reason behind the small creature's apparent immortality.

Nothing shed light on the mystery. He lifted his head, rattling his confusion and tilting his head. The female clutched the small creature close to her, protecting it, though it obviously did not need it. He turned and looked around at the damage he had caused, now that he was calm. What a small place to live in, only half the size of his ship. When he finished his circular scan, the female had called the male child back into the home and, though he was cautious and kept looking at him, the two of them began to clean up the mess he had caused.

He rattled and went back into the side-room where he had awoken. He lowered himself to the ground, folding his legs, resting his hands on his knees. He felt the tips of his claws dig into his flesh as he pondered on his situation. Humans had his ship, and the technology within. He would have to reclaim it, or set off its self-destruct. It could not remain in human hands. It seemed that everything else that had been on him had been brought with him, except for his bag of trophies. That was missing, and he had a sneaking suspicion he knew why.

Rattling angrily, he turned his mask out to where the female was working. Was this really the same who had slain many humans and a sei'ute'praey with nothing but a small knife? The scar was unmistakable, the missing digit, the mutated fourth, on the same arm that he had tattooed. She was difficult to figure out. Was she a warrior or not? By right she had slain a kainde-amedha, even if it was just the hatchling, she should be blooded and honored, but she did not fight, of the long time he had been imprisoned, he had only seen her raise the blade once. She had not fought back at all as he made his escape, and the other humans were beating her on the ground.

Snorting he shook his head, his tresses flying about messily before settling back down on his back. He heard her approach and jerked his head towards her. She bent down, resting on the heels of her feet. She said something softly. She reached forward to touch the empty gauntlet and he drew it away, she then touched her chest and said the soft words again, "I'm sorry."

He lowered his arm back down on his knee and stared at her. It appeared to be some sort of apology, or other show of regret. He snorted again and looked away, then turned back slowly to look at her, look at the scar on her hand, just to be sure. Her face was twisted strangely, though the details were difficult to make out with the current vision. He switched through them until he could see her a little more clearly. She was so small, something he had not entirely taken not of at that time. He was beginning to feel a bit ashamed that this was his savior. Still, she was, and he owed her that.

Rattling he leaned forward. There was no time for formalities. She had helped him once, maybe she would do it again. He took his claw to the dirt and carved out a rough image that looked like his ship. The female looked up from it to him and shook her head. He understood and growled, looking away and pondering his own thoughts again about what to do with his dilemma. He was aware the other yautja were watching this planet, waiting for him to leave so that they could maybe have some of the action. He hoped that they had not already seen his failure.

The human female stood and turned to leave. He growled that she seemed to not be threatened by him, that she felt safe enough to turn her back on him. She stopped and looked at him, probably thinking that the noise was meant to attract her attention. He clicked his tusks together and turned his gaze to the ground, trying very hard to recall words to his mind.

"Human," he growled with a long pause, "name," the words felt foreign and wrong in his throat as the rolled through the fleshy folds of his inner throat, mocking the sounds of the human language.

The female was quiet for a long time, and stared longer than was polite and he hissed.

She sputtered and then said a word. He went quiet and his tusks pressed tightly together. She was quiet for a moment then repeated it again, which helped nothing. The word she said Kae'lin it was the yautja slang 'ascended balls.' Her name was male yautja puberty.

The warrior chortled deep in his throat, perplexing the human with the sound. He shook his head and continued to laugh. He wasn't sure if he should feel sorry for this human, or more ashamed because it was the name of his savior. No, no, he refused to call her that, he would think of something else to call her. For now, 'human,' would suffice.

She made a noise and he looked at her, "your name?"

He rattled, unsure if he wanted to give his name to the human, but if they were going to work together, which he wasn't entirely sure they were, she should at least have something to call him that he would recognize and respond to.

"Jitar."

"Jitar?" she said with difficulty and he shook his head, saying his name again, slowly, and raising his pitch.

"Chitar."

It was closer. It was close enough. He nodded once and lifted his hand, swiping his claws through the air. She was silent, and then shook her head, she didn't understand. He took his claws and raked them through the dirt, through his previously drawn ship. She looked down at it, "Slash?"

He didn't understand her, but as long as she understood that his name meant something, that was what was important. He hadn't chosen this name for himself to have it mean nothing to a blooded warrior, even a small human female like this 'Kae'lin.'

She would really need to choose a better name for herself, once she understood that she could.

Jitar looked past her suddenly, over her shoulder at the small child who was standing there staring and he rattled a warning to him. He looked at the human female again and with his hands told her to remove the welp from his sight. She looked at his hands and studied them. She looked up at him and nodded, stepping out of the room he was in. She dropped some sort of cloth over the opening and gave him privacy. Well it wasn't exactly what he asked for, but it was nice nonetheless. He huffed and looked around at the small room. He would need to rest. Tomorrow he would need to scout out the place he had seen the humans, and find the place that they had taken his ship. With or without the female's help.

Still, she knew this planet better than he did, she would be of great help, and maybe, just maybe, he could break her of this strange non-combative habit she seemed to have fallen into.