A Benevolent Beauteous Huntress

Hello everyone, just a quick heads up before the chapter starts. I want to give a quick explanation on the difference between human and yautja days. So human days are 24 hours long, but compared to yautja days they are only half as long, 48 hours, basically twice that of a human's. Also you guys can leave constructive criticism in the reviews lol I want to see what you guys think of my first story. Anyways enjoy!

Chapter 3- First impressions

"Wow, this place looks amazing, I've never been on the claship before." Jocelyn said excitedly. They had barely left the docks and she was thrilled even though she hadn't seen any other part of the whole ship. 'Oomans are very odd creatures.' Zeir'nou thought as he took a quick glance behind him to look at the awe-struck female. 'Always so easily impressed.' Yautja all around them were doing their daily activities. In the docks they would be preparing to leave for a hunt that could take days, weeks, perhaps even months. As the two continued down the public halls, the citizens of the clan apparently couldn't contain their curiosity. They all crowded behind Jocelyn, wondering why an ooman would be on the clanship, following an elder no less. Of course there were a few that would want to test her strength and she already heard one of them stomping behind her, and she wasn't surprised when he shoved her from behind, a clear show of a challenge being issued. She barely stumbled and quickly turned around to push him back, which would accept the challenge, however before she could actually take a single step, Zeir'nou quickly stepped up to the male and shoved him with one hand hard enough to make him fall. "The ooman is under my care, you will challenge me before challenging her!" He growled. The male quickly cowered and submissively stepped back, not accepting the challenge. Any male on the clan ship with any sense knew that it wasn't wise to irritate or challenge, unless it was for training, Elder Zeir'nou. Jocelyn smiled, surprised that the elder protected her. As the other males went about their business, Zeir'nou turned toward Jocelyn to see her smiling at him. She had yet to prove that she could actually defend herself, so that made him feel as if he had to protect her from any cocky males that would test her, despite the fact that she had her spear on her waist. A yautja could easily kill any human regardless of what weapon they have. They both then continued on their path to the halls to her room.

When they arrived in her room she rushed into it and examined the area. It was a bit bigger than her other room in Allura's house. It was beautifully luxurious. The room was adorned with a big bed with white and black furs, a cooking area, private bathroom and even a study area where she could read more about hunts or even watch a few recorded hunts on the tablets. She took her spear off her hip, laying it in the middle of the huge bed before getting very comfortable on the soft coverings. "So what's the first task today elder?" Jocelyn asked. She was very eager to get started with her training and wanted to see what Zeir'nou could teach her. Males of the yautja species tended to be a bit arrogant when it came to Jocelyn asking about their fighting skills, but when It came to an actual match she would come out on top with the yautja nursing their broken pride. "I will be going to a meeting for the next few hours, you will be staying here in your room until I return." He pointed at her sternly like she was a child. Jocelyne's look altered from interest to one of annoyance. She wasn't going to disrespect an elder, but at the same time she didn't want to be treated like some youngblood. "Zeir'nou, I can handle myself in a fight just fine, didn't Allura tell you that I can fight?" Jocelyn complained. He held back an irritated growl, noticing that she didn't use his title before his name. "You haven't proven to me that you can defend yourself as a female should, however if you think you can then I won't stop you from wandering around the clanship, however you'd do best to heed my words ooman, do not accept any challenges!" He warned, and before she could say anything else he left. She knew the cranky elder was worried for her safety, if anything should happen to her then nothing would stop Allura from ripping his manhood off him. All alone for the next few hours, Jocelyn decided what she wanted to do. She watched a few hunters on the tablet participate on a hunt, going through dense jungles, waiting on high trees for the perfect moment to strike. She enjoyed watching others hunt. It gave her a few tips and ideas to try out on future hunts which in turn would reward her with a nice trophy of a dangerous beast.

After a few hours, she heard a beep from the door and the light at the top of the door glowed red, notifying her that someone was standing on the other side of it. She quickly walked to the door and opened it, seeing a seven ft tall yautja on the other side with a familiar suitcase in his hands. "Greetings elite huntress Jocelyn." The male bowed with respect. There weren't many yautja that would refer to her as 'huntress', mostly it was just ooman. She bowed back. "Are these the items that huntress Allura sent?" She asked. The male nodded. "Great, I can take them inside." She reached out to take the items, but the male growled and stepped back, taking her by surprise, however she quickly understood the gesture. In yautja society, males would sometimes tend to a female's needs and desires unless she said otherwise. It was simply his way of being a gentleman and she simply stepped to the side with a genuine smile and invited him inside. He went inside and set the suitcase on the bed before walking towards the door, however before he left he stopped and looked at Jocelyn.

She raised her brow, wondering what he was going to say next. The yautja didn't really say much to each other, especially when it came to a quick task. "You wouldn't happen to be the 'golden ooman' would you?" He questioned. Jocelyn grinned and put her hands on her hips. "Indeed I am, why do you ask?" Over the years that she was here, Jocelyn's super saiyan powers had earned her a very respectable reputation on the home planet and saved her life on some occasions. Everytime she passed by the yautja that knew of her power, they would cautiously move away from her, fearing that the electric current of her super saiyan 2 and 3 form would suddenly be unleashed from the lethal female. Even the bigger and scarier females of the yautja would sometimes do the same. Unbeknownst to them the lightning was really harmless, even Jocelyn didn't really know the reason lightning would surround her, perhaps a clear show of how powerful she was? She would have to ask her siblings when she would finally reunite with them again. The male then bowed again. "My apologies, mistress Jocelyn, one of my hunting brothers challenged you to a fight, he only wished to see if the rumors were true but then the elder interfered." Jocelyn put her hands on his shoulder and he slowly rose back up. "It's not your fault, that male should've just told me he wanted a sparring match, tell him I'd be happy to fight him in the kehrite in an hour." The male relaxed and smiled, letting out a small trill. "Also, what's your name, I'm not gonna simply call you 'male' like most of the females of this clan." He was a bit taken back that she would actually want to know his name, but then thought it must've been part of some ooman custom. It isn't customary for yautjas to give their names on a first meeting.

"Soh'ture." And with that, the male left. Jocelyn raised her brow.

'Soh'ture.' She thought. 'Why does that sound so familiar.' It took her a moment to remember, but then it clicked. He was the yautja that had saved her from death's cold embrace all those years ago! After being placed in Allura's care, she hadn't seen Soh'ture or his sisters since he saved her. Allura was always on the homeplanet and only stayed there as she had no reason to visit the clan's ship.

She smiled, knowing that the first yautja to talk to her on this ship was one she knew wouldn't try to kill her and moved in to organize her clothes from her suitcase into the drawers. She had about an hour to get ready for the challenge so she decided to meditate in the middle of the room with her spear in front of her. The trident-like spear wasn't a mere weapon, but a sort of ally to her spirit. When she was first given this weapon by her mother, she told her that the original yielder's spirits were within the weapon, always guiding the current user and protecting them from danger. Whenever she meditated she did indeed hear voices, but couldn't decipher the language or see them, but what made her a bit upset was that she could never sense her mother's spirit or even hear her voice. Did those creatures banish her soul to the lowest depths of hell? Did it devour her helpless spirit as soon as she was brutally killed? Or did It absorb her psyche and she was now in an endless loop of pain and suffering for all eternity? Jocelyn would sometimes have those thoughts, but would not dwell on them, however she would simply move forward, thinking that her mother was in a better place.

An hour later Soh'ture was waiting for the ooman to come out any second now. All of his friends and her challenger were waiting for her so they could witness the challenge in the kehrite, the one his father instructed in. When he had caught wind of there being an ooman being on the clanship he could hardly contain his excitement. He was the yautja that had rescued her five cycles ago after all. She looked much more fit for the hunts and stronger than she had been before. His thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of the door opening and turned to see Jocelyn standing tall and proud at her doorway. She wore an elegant full body purple leotard, silver plates of armor and golden stripes throughout the outfit and her spear attached to her hip. "Ready to go Soh'ture?" She smiled, bringing him out of his sudden trance. He quickly composed himself in front of the female. "Yes let's go, you wouldn't want to keep your challenger waiting would we?" He asked.

Jocelyn, being new to the clanship, was led through the halls all the way to a huge room that was connected to multiple other hallways leading to other places unknown to her on the ship. 'This must be where they hang out.' Jocelyn thought, seeing many yautja in the area. The ceiling was made of a translucent type of metal alloy that let sunlight flow throughout the entire room, making it really warm and kind of hard to see, but she was used to it. Soh'ture then led her to a group of yautja and she recognized one of them immediately. The male was around the same height as Soh'ture, but a bit taller with mottled black spots and red skin making him look like some sort of demon, but intimidation by appearance didn't affect Jocelyn.

"It took you long enough ooman, I thought you'd never come." He said smugly, crossing his arms. She already knew he was the cocky type and probably couldn't fight but decided to humor him a bit. "Ah yes, I was afraid that losing would hurt your pride." She retorted innocently, making the surrounding yautja snicker. "Very well then, let us go to the location of my inevitable victory, little ooman." He snarled, putting extra emphasis on the last two words. The entire group headed towards the kehrite, attracting more attention from lingering males in the area who knew a challenge was underway and before she knew it, Jocelyn saw that she had around forty or more yautja pushing and shoving their way behind her, all wanting to see how this fight would turn out.

The kehrite was a place for increasing one's own fighting skills, learning from the trainers and the one thing Jocelyn was here for: challenges. The trainers had let the yautja out for a break and were on the huge platform that was on one side of the room, telling each other what the hunters they taught excelled in or made mistakes. They all turned to the entrance when they heard the sudden sound of males entering, but were confused when they saw Jocelyn at the front behind the red yautja. "Mal'nor, what is the meaning of this?" One of the trainers asked. "I have challenged this ooman to a match and she has accepted." The red yautja known as Mal'nor answered. The trainers then glanced at her and some of them reacted with surprise and curiosity, not only is the golden ooman that they had heard of is here, but she actually accepted a challenge from a recently blooded male. The two then made their way to a wide mat, with Jocelyn stretching, making sure she doesn't pull a muscle or something that would hinder her ability to perform well.

"Here are the standards Mal'nor, no cheap shots, whoever is knocked unconscious or falls off the mat loses and you may use any weapon that is on you." Jocelyn announced. "Do I make myself clear?" The only response she got was the male's wrist blades dropping with a deadly metallic slide. 'Well here we go.' She thought as she armed herself with her spear, extending it to its full length in front of her.

With the meeting now adjourned, Zeir'nou began walking back to Jocelyn's room. The meeting went smoothly and was about hunting on a new planet, however a few elders disagreed due to the fact that it only had four small continents and had no important resources found during the planetary scan. So during the first hour they'd sent an armored drone to scout out what might be considered worthy prey on the smallest continent. However, the drone didn't make it thirty minutes before being destroyed by what looked like a very fierce and human-like primate. In the end, they came to the conclusion that there would be an esteemed hunter chosen to be the first to hunt on that particular continent. As Zeir'nou walked down the halls past the kehrite he heard multiple roars and cheering from it. Confused that the blooded warriors should be on their break he went into the kehrite. He saw a large amount of yautja huddling around one of the mats, meaning that there was a challenge underway, so he started towards the ruckus. The crowd parted out of his way as Zeir'nou made it to the front and what he saw made him bristle with silent anger.

Jocelyn was there and she was now fighting mal'nor, her spear clashing against the two of his wrist blades. He had specifically warned her to not accept any challenges and yet here she is. Now he couldn't intervene, because they were already in the middle of the match, he could only hope she knew how to defend against this fierce novice. Jocelyn, after narrowly avoiding a diagonal swipe from mal'nor, had flipped backwards trying to gain some distance. She was faster than him for sure, but she was losing stamina the longer this match continued. Her opponent had multiple angry slashes on his body where she was able to take advantage of the openings he left, whereas she was unscathed.

He leaped toward her with a downward swipe as she held up her spear, blocking it with the metal shaft. However, he had put his full weight onto that attack and it made for fall on her back, with the two blades inching to her face. When it came to strength, mal'nor had the obvious advantage, not only that but he was wearing her down slowly and she wouldn't last long. Also the fact that he would get angrier with every hit she landed didn't make the situation any better. He was slowly pressing down on her with glee and was confident he was going to win so he decided to rub some salt in the wound. "What's the matter ooman, I thought you were afraid of hurting my pride?" He grinned. "You shouldn't have come on this clanship, not only are you woefully unprepared, but your race is inferior compared to mine."

That's when he realized his mistake. Jocelyn knew he would say something like this, she hated the yautja that thought of her race as nothing but dirt beneath their feet. Her hair began to stand on end and briefly turned gold before reverting back to black. As were her eyes, the iris and pupils turning from a purple and black to a green color before reverting back. All of the surrounding yautja reacted with anticipation as they were gonna see the golden ooman in action, even Zeir'nou couldn't hide the look of interest on his face as a golden flash suddenly enveloped Jocelyne. However, Mal'nor reacted with surprise and could only say two words.

"What the-?"

And with that Jocelyn let out a primal yell as she kicked the yautja off of her. As she stood her appearance had changed, her hair was now standing straight up and golden with one lock of hair hanging in front of her face, her eyes were a stern green and her physique looked even more defined. Mal'nor slowly stood and retracted his wrist blades. "Finally, you have shown me your true strength, come at me with all you've got golden ooman." He yelled fiercely, holding his arms out to the side and fingers outstretched, the usual fighting stance of a yautja similar to a sumo wreslter. Jocelyn also retracted her spear and, seeing that Mal'nor wanted hand-to-hand combat, crouched slightly, making sure to spread her feet out. She lowered her right fist to her side and held her open palm out in front of her. Time seemed to stop as the two fighters stood in their place, Jocelyn regaining her breath, staying calm in front of her opponent, while Mal'nor was growling quietly and could barely contain himself. After a few seconds, the demon-looking yautja finally charged at her with Jocelyn sprinting at her adversary. Mal'nor swung his fist right at her face, but Jocelyn quickly countered, catching his fist and directing it over her head before driving her elbow right into his gut, knocking the wind out of his lungs momentarily. She followed it up with an uppercut to his jaw, making him violently lurch back with an arc of blood spraying from his face before charging towards the dazed yautja with a flurry of quick punches. He quickly swung his fist out, trying to catch Jocelyn off guard, who simply jumped back on the edge of the mat. "YOU'RE FINISHED OOMAN!" He roared.

The yautja was covered in an abundance of open wounds from her spear and bruises from her swift super saiyan-powered punches and kicks. The yautja were all hyped up from her show of skill and could tell this was coming to an end, they knew Mal'nor wouldn't win this match. The evidence was all over his body. Jocelyn smiled and confidently gestured for him to come at her. Mal'nor gave off a roar of pure anger that felt like a vibration in the air between him and Jocelyn before charging at her, his mandibles splayed out to the sides aggressively. Jocelyn was at complete ease as she watched him run at her with his hands outstretched towards her. The second he was right in front of her she grabbed both of his wrists and fell backwards, bringing him with her and pulling her feet up to his stomach. Finally with one mighty push, she kicked him off the mat and stood up confidently, Mal'nor landing with a heavy thud. The room erupted with roars of approval from everyone. All of the trainers couldn't contain themselves as they cheered for her accomplishment as well. Zeir'nou on the other hand couldn't believe what he just witnessed. Jocelyn actually won. Not only was she able to hold her own against the fierce Mal'nor's blades with her spear, but she was able to beat him with her bare hands as well. He was worried that she would get herself killed, but seeing how elegant she moved and the self control she had in the heat of the moment had proven to him that she definitely wasn't defenseless. Yes, she had proven to him and other yautja that she was a force to be reckoned with, but she had also disobeyed him and did the exact opposite of what he tried to warn her of. She would need a punishment, but since she didn't lose he would be lenient. He left the kehrite and made his way to the ooman's room, awaiting her arrival. Jocelyn could've sworn she had seen Zeir'nou within the crowd, but It seems like he had just disappeared within the volley of different colored yautja. As she powered down to her base form she thought she was imagining it, but if he was watching her then he had seen how well she could cope by herself in this society. Soh'ture lifted her up on his shoulders, taking her by surprise, and let out a roar signifying her win. The others did the same, showing her to be worthy enough to be amongst them.

By now, Jocelyn, Soh'ture and a few other yautja were making their way to her room. She was constantly receiving compliments on beating Mal'nor, her fighting skill and even a few trills of interest. She was used to the rough gestures and was very appreciative of them. However, all of the excitement within the group was immediately drained away as soon as they saw elder Zeir'nou. His large frame was leaning against Jocelyn's door with crossed arms and his usual grimace on his face, waiting for her. The other yautja had quickly scurried off, not wanting to face the wrath of an elder.

"So, you ignored my warning and accepted a challenge." Zeir'nou spoke calmly. His son quickly stood in front of Jocelyn.

"Elder, it wasn't her fault, I was the one who told her about Mal'nor wanting to challenge her." He was struck by a swift and jarring punch that sent him to his knees, he covered his mouth which leaked green fluorescent blood. Jocelyn winced, knowing that the yautja were strict, but she felt that it wasn't necessary for something that wasn't his fault. He then turned to Jocelyn and she looked up to him. "The simple answer has eluded you ooman." He said, noticing the scent of fear coming from her and tried not to appear angry. "You could have easily ignored the challenge and accepted it later when I allowed you to, instead you've chosen to fight that male against my orders." She held her head down in shame, he was right. He huffed, getting her attention and tilted his head to her door. She quickly went inside, and he turned toward her son who was still on his knees with his head bowed. "You will return to your quarters and wait for the next training session…" He said as his son began to leave, before placing a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "However, it won't be as difficult since she wasn't harmed." His son was surprised, usually his father never showed mercy to him. This ooman must mean a lot to him, but he just nodded.

Zeir'nou entered Jocelyn's room and saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, seemingly waiting for him. He closed the door behind him and she walked towards him. "I saw your fight with Mal'nor." He started, she looked at him with a neutral gaze. "Your fighting prowess with and without a weapon are impressive." She smiled at his compliment. "However, a punishment still needs to take place, so you will sit here in your room until the end of the day when I return by nightfall." He explained to which she nodded and he quickly left. All she had to do was stay in her room, just don't leave it. It was basically the equivalent of a parent telling their child to go to their room when they did something wrong. Occasionally he would bring her food so she wouldn't get too hungry. He trusted that she would stay put and she would honor him by cooperating. All she did for the rest of the day was meditate, use the tablet and watch live terraforming take place, huntings, and read certain biographies of many foreign creatures. There were many things that attracted her attention in this room, but her most favorite was her wrist computer located in the hidden compartment of her bracers, a last gift from Allura before she left. She could use it to identify any yautja in the clan, figure out what the weather would be on any planet and could even be used as a tracking device.

Eventually as the day turned into night, Jocelyn took a shower and put on her bra and panties, then crawled into the bed. Her first day was alright, sure she had disrespected Zeir'nou, but in the end she had proven to him that she could not only beat a yautja in a fight, but she was worth his time of training. She then heard her door open and turned in that direction to see a tall and solidly built yautja standing in her room. She was about to grab her spear from under the fur blankets until she got a better look at him. It was dark in her room but as soon as she snapped her fingers the entire room lit up. It was Zeir'nou. He had come to check up on how she was doing, and saw that she must've been trying to sleep. His chest made a deep rumbling sound before he turned away, now noticing that she was in only her under garments. "I didn't know that you would be in bed already." He said, still turned. She was a female in a very vulnerable position and felt that he had disrespected her upon entering her room without permission, a female yautja would have angrily roared and threatened him with death if he didn't leave, but she surprised him. "It's fine, did you wish to speak with me?" She asked, slipping from the covers and walking toward him.

He turned towards her and he could only stare at her physically toned body. Scars in the yautja society were symbols of experience and strength. The more scars you had the better, but even though she had none she was still very attractive. He couldn't contain the small purr that escaped his throat for a few seconds, before stopping himself and looked away. "I came by to inform you that tomorrow will be the day you spar against a couple of males I have chosen to face you, I am heading to the kehrite early in the morning, and if you wish to accompany me on the way there you may, however I will not wait any longer than that." He spoke, before heading towards the door. "Okay, good night Elder Zeir'nou." She said sweetly, giggling at the look on his face before laying back down on her bed. He had never heard anyone wish him a good night and didn't know how to respond to it. He simply grunted, heading into his room. She would be fighting against yautja with different ranks and skills. He would only pit her against the males at the moment considering that the females of his species were much bigger and more violent, he couldn't risk her being killed violently in what was supposed to be training. She was an ooman, a very small one at that. She didn't even reach up to his chest. Zeir'nou shook those thoughts from his head and made himself a nice warm bath to put his body and mind at ease. He would have to ask her about that golden transformation earlier. It truly piqued his interest, because he'd hunted oomans before and not one of them had shown off anything such as that.