The sky was cloudy and grey. There were birds of an unknown type flying over head. Sirius panted as he sat up on the white sandy beach. He looked to see the wreckage of a ship scattered about in smoking heaps. Standing on his feet he walked slowly to ship. There was a breach in the hull. Inside he saw the remains of dark armored bodies. The Skrall. He stepped in and made sure they were dead by pulling out one of their knifes and thrusting it into their necks. He sighed as he got the response he wanted. After taking all their plasma weapons and piled them outside he took one and looked around to see if there were any other survivors.
After a few minutes of searching the crash site he looked over and saw something luminescent green on the piece of metal. It was a smeared handprint. It still was fresh. He followed the direction the person who made the print might be. Following the trail of foot prints in the sand he was lead to the surf where he saw her collapsed on the wet sand. The large female Yaut'ja laid with the waves splashing against her. She wore a belted up leather bra that seemed a snug around her massive breasts, and a thong that was almost too revealing. She had a muscular body form that had cuts and wounds; possibly from the crash. Sirius walked over and grabbed her arm seeking for a pulse. To his surprise he felt a slight pulse.
So you live, huntress.
By the time he except was noon it began to rain. He grunted as he finally dragged her heavy weight to a piece of the wreckage that was large enough for both of them. Then his grip on her slipped and he stumbled thanks to the rain. He got behind and pushed her into the shelter with all his might. Once in he took a look at the wounds. Some were minor and some were a little deep. He looked and headed back to the ship thinking there was a medical kit. He entered and walked down the passages. After he looked into two rooms he entered what had the appearance of a small sickbay. After he pried them open he found a metal box that had bandages and bottles of blue liquid. Unfortunately he could not read the Skull language that was written on it. To save time he put all in at metal carrier that he could get and hurried back outside. Upon returning he got under the shelter and opened the container and pulled out the bandages and what he thinks is wound salve. When he turned around he saw a foot colliding with his chest.
He fell back out into the rain with the wind knocked out of him. He coughed and tried to get up but he was knocked down again with a push. The Yaut'ja was awake and pressing a piece of jagged metal at his throat. She glared at him, growling.
Sirius held up his hands to signify that he meant no harm. Her glare lessened and her growling stopped she slowly got up off him and went back to the shelter. The human's heart beat quickened. He sat up and moved back to the shelter. She kept a watchful eye on him as he sat with some space between them.
"Yautja, you need medical attention."
She narrowed he eyes.
"Are you a healer?" she asked in English.
"Um… no."
"Then let me do the healing, ooman." she snorted.
"Fine, good luck trying to figure out what thing is which - given that you can read the Skrall language."
After a lot of trial and error in trying to figure which thing is which, she just bandaged her arm and rested for a bit. Sirius decided to take a nap else where, not wanting to be knifed in the throat or gut in his sleep. He didn't expect her to ask where he was going. She seemed to care less. He didn't care now that she is awake. After he found a place to nap out of the rain he laid on the sand. It did bother him a little that she could come over and do something to him while he slept. But after a few minutes he was asleep.
Sirius woke up hitting his head on the low ceiling. After rubbing it he noticed that it was sunset. He crawled out and walked back to the main part of the crashsite. He saw the Yaut'ja climbing out of the wreckage with large containers. He also saw a small campfire at the base of the ship.
"What are you trying to find?" he asked.
"My armor and weapons." She answered while the setting containers on the ground.
"Oh yes, you can't go ANYWHERE without your arms and armor. You may need them for an impending hunt." Sirius replied with sarcasm.
But the female just growled quietly as she rummaged the containers to find her things.
Sirius climbed into the ship to see if he could find anything for himself. Looking in what used to be a kitchen he found some meat among other things. Finding a bag he stuffed them into it. He walked into an armory full of scattered weapons. As he walked to the back he found a vault that was open slightly. He opened it to find more things including the Yaut'ja's armor and weapons. She picked up her dual retractable naginata. By hitting a switch the extended to its full length with a sharp metal cry.
The female sat at the fire taking a break before looking some more. Suddenly a metal spear flew past her head and struck the ground. She turned to see the ooman walking over with her weapons and armor. He dropped the equipment and walked on.
"By the way you're welcome."
Okay the first chapter is ready. I know, I know it's short but I will make it long in the next chapters.
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