She felt so stupid. Of course an interspecies liaison wasn't going to result in claw and tail babies, which she had to admit, made her feel slightly disappointed. It was something she wouldn't be able to give Six, and deep down, she had to admit that she knew that. It didn't stop her from worrying that the alien would one day want a little sprog of his own though. Pfft, sprog? That's what the local CMO had called them; he seemed gruff and actually laughed at the mere thought of something like that actually coming up in his med bay, or makeshift med bay anyway.
He'd looked at her, his brown eyes curious and very much amused and when shed asked if he could scan her for a potential hybrid alien baby, he'd thrown his head back and laughed. "You have nothing to worry about kid!" But he'd pulled out the small medical scanner and waved it over her figure, out of mere curiosity himself or to assuage her worries she didn't know, but she was grateful. He'd nodded and looked to her. "Yep, everything seems fine, all normal. Except for a slightly elevated blood pressure, which I'd put down to stress." He'd said; his smile soft and his eyes understanding. "You're also still malnourished which I can fix right here." He'd turned his back to her and pulled out a small needle, packed with some clear liquid with a slight green hue.
Sam had actually stepped back, her back colliding with the bulkhead. She watched him and looked to Jodie who approached her with a small smile; she'd actually grabbed Sam's hand and held it as the man gently inserted the needle, still making her tear up. She'd never liked needles. "See, now was that so bad?" He'd asked with a smile and turned to discard the used piece of equipment into a medical bin. He turned and clapped his hands. "My names Dr Phillis and I'm the CMO, as you'd probably guessed. I'm sorry to cut this short, but I have inventory to be attending to; if you have any more worries, no matter how silly they may seem you come straight to me, okay? Good, now get outta my med bay!" They hadn't even had time to nod in agreement before they were shooed out of the med bay.
Thinking back on it, she'd been impressed with his conduct. He seemed to know what he was doing and was a bit brash, but he seemed nice enough, which was good with her fear of needles and med bays in general. She'd always hated the places ever since her Nan went in to be examined and just never seemed to leave. Three weeks later and they were saying goodbye to her and launching her deceased body into the confines of space; her mother never did explain what had happened, just said that it would never affect her.
Jodie gave a happy sigh and threw her hands into the air in an over enthusiastic stretch, then rested her hands behind her head as she walked. "So, that was great huh?" She asked and then looked to Sam with a smug smile. "At least you can keep having sex and not worry about pregnancy huh?" She was shameless it seemed. Her very personality displayed no restraint, which Sam loved, but it was also kind of irritating. She still seemed to find her amusing though, no matter how blunt.
Sam smirked and nodded, her expression purely smug. "Yeah, I wouldn't be able to live without that big-" She got a punch in the arm, it hurt, but not to the point of her crying out.
"Hey, we can't all have super aliens with giant penises y'know." She said with a laugh. "Besides, all I'd miss out on all that man-meat here if I did, which I'm not lacking if y'know what mean?" She waggled her eyebrows at Sam and laughed.
Sam laughed at her, a deep belly laugh that ached when she finally started to calm down. Jodie was insatiable. She supposed she was a bad influence on her, but it was too much fun to not mess with her and everyone else. She wondered if they could weird the boys out by comparing penis sizes and types. She remembered back in her old bedroom, before the massacre and just days before her sixteenth, she researched the term "unlikely phalluses" and found sites to porn and different types of dildos. She'd been intrigued and searched some more until she'd found a site on dragon type phalluses for sale, with different mods. Some were ribbed, double ridged, had knots and had their own cum tubes filled with a white lube that spurted when you squeezed.
She'd have to introduce Jodie to some of the things she'd found, if they're still about, probably even worse since it had been two years and all. The idea had her mind turning back to Six and his own peculiar package; the wonders of him. Maybe he could do other things, like knot? That would be interesting, he hadn't done it so far and she was a bit too shy to ask. He probably wouldn't understand if she did without a visual, and he might take offence of feel insufficient if she did. She didn't want him feeling bad.
There were laughs down the corridor, her eyes searching and landing on the rec room doors. She looked to Jodie who was smirking at her and nodding in that general direction, and both approached, Sam with caution and Jodie practically strutting toward the room.
The doors swished open to a most amusing sight.
The tables had been pushed aside, chairs put on top and people perched, both sat and leaning against them, cheering on the two combatants.
She looked over to see Six poised in a defensive stance, crouched low to the floor and hissing, his tail swishing much like he'd been doing when wanting Sam and Two to rough house with him. He hissed, being playful and finding the human across from him, who Sam recognised to be Chris with just his regulation boots and trousers on with a grey wife beater which showed off his defined arms.
He was sweating and panting slightly, a smile on his face. He was obviously fatigued, but seemed to enjoy the challenge.
He raised his arms and widened his stance, steeling himself for the impending attack. He waited, patient, as he should be. And when Six moved to take a swipe at him with his hand, he veered to the left, avoiding the blow. Six took another swipe, this time with his other hand, his arm curling and almost making contact with the man's side. He dodged once more, his feet moving beneath him quickly, he was getting better at avoiding his attacks, but how long could it possibly last? Six again moved forward, this time leaping to the ceiling to come back down on Chris, who barely dodged the hold the alien tried to get a hold on him. He gave a "hah" in triumph as he heard some of the boys whoop and cheer him on, and regretted it the moment his guard dropped; Six had only used his descent as a decoy and swiped his tail at the man's calves, his feet flying out from under him. He landed on his back with a thud, his head bouncing of the floor making him dizzy. He sprang up and sat while holding the back of his head, wincing slightly. He looked over to the xeno and gave a small smile, a chuckle slipping from his lips.
He shook his head. Beaten by him, again! "Alright Six, you're fast I'll give you that." He said, still rubbing the back of his head.
Six hissed in agreement and approached Sam, slinking over with that almost smirk on his face. He hissed and laid a hand on her shoulder, his head nuzzling at her gently. He was proud and wanted to share his victory with his mate.
She shook her head, but there was a smile on her face. She never did understand that about the boys back in her school, always shoving each other and rough housing. They'd smile while tackling each other, punch each other in the face playfully and tackle one another to the floor of the canteen or push each other against a bulkhead. And none would really complain, at least anyone that she'd seen.
Her hand came up to stroke the top of his carapace, her palm relishing the smoothness of his skin. The endless midnight shade that coated his whole body made her feel euphoric. She'd always loved the night sky; the multitude of stars, the black that seemed to stretch on and on, never fading, and a total constant in her world. She'd come to expect and wait for the night to enfold the colony, the sun wasn't quite as mysterious as the endless black that was space. And to meet a product of those endless stars, no matter their nature, whether volatile or friendly, she wanted to make contact. She wanted to be an engineer, explore the universe with a crew and go out into the endless black. Bring back specimens of alien plant life, rock samples, discover an alien race.
Her prayers were answered when a massacre of the entire colony happened, but she wasn't ready. She was still in her first year of engineering, within three years she would have been working on the colony's main core, fixing control panels, helping to bring the human race further into the future. Bringing the human race forward with technologies that humans would have only dreamed of, she would have invented new weapons systems, making the colony safer, upgrading the space crafts to make travel easier, upgrading the colony's power systems to optimal so that her family could live there in peace as she traipsed across the galaxy. That could never happen for her though, not with the damage done to her emotionally, she took a massive hit with losing her family and the very creatures that were responsible were there in masses, running through the halls, killing everyone in sight. Nothing was safe, animals were taken away or killed on sight. Everything, her very world had crumbled right from under her and she'd fallen into a sea of misery and fear, her new world was vicious and everything was so sparse. No time to wonder about "what could have been" or" maybe if this hadn't happened", she had to survive. She was the lone survivor of her family, and she would have been damned if she'd let these aliens win.
She feared these creatures for so long, ran from them, felt herself almost give in to her want to die. And then this xeno, this alien came to her rescue and saved her from the very people he was sworn to. Left his own Queen, ignored her calls and kept a human, the enemy of them, the ones who wanted to rid the colony of his species, and even with all those things weighing heavily on his heart, his very alien heart, he'd saved her, protected her and introduced her to a world where everything wasn't about misery and loneliness. He showed her that there was another way, his very existence was so far into the future of discovery that no one suspected that alien life would live so close. It was a horrible accident that just so happened to end in something good, and she was grateful to that, knowing her family hadn't died in vain.
She felt a sense of calm, she felt safe when with him, and her very foundation was him. She set her feet on the ground and took off running, with him and it worked. It worked for them and she could never thank him enough for his addition to her life. She was grateful he saved her, even though she was scared at first and was unsure about her future with him. Everything had happened to so fast, the two clinging to each other since the loneliness and misery was deafening. The humans showed up and then her world was ripped out from under her again, thoughts of them possibly killing Six and her having to try and settle into another colony on her own or setting yet another foundation in her life would be hard. She wouldn't have been able to continue, she found herself hoping that all the violence could be avoided. They should just leave, leave the aliens on LV426 and move on, seek out another place to colonise.
Just because of their violent nature, these creatures were ridiculed and given no choice on living or dying. Humans were problem makers, not problem solvers. She'd hoped to make a difference one day, she wanted to save and preserve all kinds of species, but humans, being all "high and mighty" about how everything should be had to try and solve everything their own way. It was a primitive way of thinking things, humans were violent and very territorial before they evolved. The xeno's needed the chance to evolve themselves, and with humans always getting in the way, that would never happen. It was a fools dream, and she knew no one would listen to her, but she had to keep herself sane somehow.
She held Six, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and just held him. She was still unsure of their future and was scared about what would happen to them if they managed to get off the colony, Six would most likely be tested on and she'd be colonised. She'd try her best to protect him like he'd protected her, but she was small and in no way a warrior. She'd die before she could even try and do anything, too weak to help the love of her life.
She nuzzled him, holding back tears. It was upsetting, but it was not the time to worry, it was time to put on a brave face and congratulate her alien for taking down his friend in a sparring match. And as she turned her head in the direction of Jodie only to see her and Six high fiving each other and smirking with a happy whoop at him, she couldn't help but smile.
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Humans were strange creatures, constantly at war with each other when they should be focussed on his species who were no doubt plotting an attack on some of their outbound soldiers. No doubt they'd be taken down and then he and Sam would be back on the run once again. He was just playing the waiting game, and he was a master at that.
He hissed at his mate and wrapped his own arms around her, lifting her from her feet and gaining a laugh for his efforts. She always liked to be lifted and played with, as long as he was gentle. And he enjoyed the noises she made, not just in the midst of pleasure; he liked the happy sighs, her laughs, all different depending on the situation. Like when he played, she'd give a high pitched keen, and when he was being sweet she'd do this soft sigh and smile at him, soft and endearing. He wished he could smile like a human, he knew it was foolish to wish himself human, but he knew they could do many things that he could not; having a family, walking along the corridors without people watching him warily and judging her for being with him, for choosing him. He knew the way they looked at him and wished it hadn't extended to her, he knew the humans feared his kind, but Sam had embraced him and trusted him. Why couldn't they try the same? He was, he thought, the better part of his species and being older taught him many things about himself and the humans that once roamed the halls of the colony.
He found himself hating most of these new humans, he'd hiss and want to kill them for even looking at her funny, but Sam would be upset, so he'd restrain himself. He did find himself liking the ones named Jodie and Chris though, they seemed open to new things and utterly curious it was almost funny and sometimes bordering on too personal. Jodie was blunt, that much he'd figured out, he would slink along the vents sometimes, find himself listening in on conversations out of curiosity and find himself utterly shocked to hear some of the things that come out of her mouth, and Sam seemed to enjoy her company. Not to mention that she protects his mate from everyone else, the way she'd lashed out at Simon to fight for her honour had been honourable and he would have gladly watched her tear him a new one.
Chris was another story, he was quite tame, a soft and kind man that would rather help and ask before shooting. The sort that Six liked, and he seemed fond of Six and openly curious. His voice was always gentle and happy, never intimidating unless he was talking to someone who he sort of disliked. Like his relationship with Simon, it seemed strained but he seemed to get along with him to an extent. He interacted with him on a regular basis and tried to do it as much as he could, invited him to spar which was nice. He wasn't afraid of him; he was trying to integrate him into the human circle that made up the human convoy.
He was grateful to have made such allies; he may even go as far as to call them "friends" as Sam was so fond of calling them. He was happy where he was, he was just waiting for the ball to drop. Sam would be taken away and he'd be alone again, wondering what the humans would be up to at that moment, or he'd be dead. Either was a horrible outcome for him.
He felt Sam nuzzle him again, his throat letting go a small growl like purr in happiness. He loved the attention she gave him, and was grateful that it was only him that got to see her in certain ways.
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Their world was torn from out under them when the soldiers got a comm from one of the other outposts, apparently there'd been a lot of activity at the South of the colony. They were to go and investigate the aliens there, work out their motive. It was strange of them to be all that way from the obvious meat around the West of the colony, unless they were gathering to launch an all-around attack which would be bad. There were a lot of them, they knew that. Reinforcements were standing by, practically an army if needed. They needed more intel on just how many first before they could call them down though, which was idiotic in itself, but oh well, what can be done.
Sam and Six walked through the door to the hangar bay; the door was reinforced with some sort of shield created by a mobile generator. Technology must have been upgraded since she'd last seen anyone working; that would explain the hand held scanner in the med bay too.
She looked to her left and saw Simon and Chris gearing up. Helmets were tossed to the crew, chatter and whooping was heard as they readied themselves for the creatures outside. Guns were cocked, cleaned and checked over. She watched as Chris looked through the scope of a sniper before handing it to Raphael who then proceeded to buckle it to his back and then picked up a big device. Was that a giant gun? She didn't know but she was scared for her friends.
She moved to walk over, Six following when she was stopped by Jodie.
"Hey Sam, come to see us off?" She asked cockily, her own twin pistols strapped to her thighs, a shotgun strapped to her back and an smg in her hands which she then rested up high on her shoulder.
"What? You're all going?" She asked, her voice was high pitched, and not in a good way.
Six instantly picked up on her anxiety and hissed gently, standing to his full height to wrap an arm around her waist.
It was a comforting gesture that Sam was happy to accept and lean into. She felt her weight shift as she watched them all gear up and follow Chris to the hangar door for a debriefing.
"I'm coming with you." She said, she didn't like it out there, but she wouldn't let them fall flat on their faces. She'd learn on her way out, guns were just things you pulled the trigger for.
"No, you need to stay here where it's safe." Jodie's voice all of its playfulness, replaced by stern stubbornness.
"I know my way around, I can help. Please Jodie?" She pleaded with her and got a hiss in response from Six, who was obviously catching on to what she wanted.
He wouldn't let her go without him; he'd make sure she was safe. He'd not let her go at all if he could help it, maybe Jodie could tell her no and that would be it. He looked to Jodie, watching her face, her eyes said she understood, but she stood her ground.
"It's dangerous and the answer is no. You're not trained for this, we are. You don't know how to hold a gun and we can't be watching you at every turn, we'll be distracted ourselves." She said, her voice was echoing across the hangar which was suddenly quiet.
"I'm coming!" Sam practically hissed at her, her eyes narrowing and her stance becoming offensive.
"No, you're not!" Jodie said, her voice rising.
"What's going on here?" Asked a very familiar voice, one Chris Hex stood there, watching the two girls almost entering a pissing match. "Don't make me repeat myself." His voice was stern and his gaze was directed at Jodie.
"Hmph. She wants to come with us." She said, crossing her arms with her smg pointing to the floor.
"What? Are you crazy Sam?" He asked incredulously, his eyes were hard. "You just got out of that place and you wanna go back?" He asked.
Sam rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, her sass finally showing. Six was impressed.
"I've survived out here for two years without training and I know all the shortcuts remember? I can get you there faster!" She said indignantly, her eyes were narrowed still, challenging him.
Chris rolled his own eyes and looked to Six. "Talk some sense into her will you?" He walked away, taking Jodie with him.
Jodie looked back as if to apologise and then turned once more to Chris who briefed her quickly.
Six looked to Sam who was about to move forward, he moved in front of her, his form on his haunches. One hand rested on his hip and his other was in front of him in the universal "stop" sign, he hissed, telling her to stay with him.
She glowered at him. "You and I know this place better than them, let's go Six!" She hissed, moving around him. He cut her off again and hissed louder, intimidating her, or trying to. She huffed at him. "I haven't been scared of you in a very long time!" She said and went to move again. He grabbed her arms this time and tried to convey his worry. "That's it, you don't let me go I will hold off on all "favours" in the near future. Capiche?" She asked smugly.
Capiche? What was that? What did that mea- Did she just say she'd hold out on all other favours, what, sexual favours? No wonder the human female Jodie was the one ruling the roost, all females were evil. Surely she wouldn't do that to him? The look on her face told him otherwise. He did the alien equivalent of grumbling as he moved toward the soldiers, his tail practically hanging between his legs.
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The red sand that swirled around them was warmed from the sun, it stung her eyes as she emerged. She felt a sense of freedom once again; leaving the small camp was refreshing but terrifying all in its own right. Man, she should have thought this one through. She hoped she knew what she was doing.
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Right, I'm going in a totally different direction than I'd thought I would, but here we go. This should be interesting guys. I have to say that I'm proud of this one, even if it's so short T.T
I'm sorry for the hiatus, lifes been a bitch and decided it wanted to take a bit outta me. Plus I have a boyfriend of 7 years that tends to take up all of my time. I'M SORRY! T.T I'll make more time for you guys.
Enjoy!
F. T. Nemesis