River Falls

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WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are
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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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River Falls
Book 4




Chapter 2



As his feet crushed the stones and plant life in his path, he descended the hill to the clearing. M’Pa was examining tracks in the dirt. There were tracks of a ground vehicle, a different one then what Ralph and Ro had piloted up before. There were Ooman tracks as well, at least two sets, both possibly male, for they were too large to be a female’s.


“Over there,” M’Pa pointed to the bench, where the ground was wet. “Amniotic fluid, she’s in labor.”


“Where is she?” Ver’On growled. If she tried to deliver the babies naturally, she would die, her birth canal cut to shreds with the passage of the sharp edges of the babies skulls. If she some how did survive, the babies would die from the toxic atmosphere. They had to find her!


“Here. The second male, got out of the vehicle, and pushed El inside. It was piloted off that way.”


“We have to find her!”


“We will, but there is another problem. The first male, was attacked, or so the tracks indicate. He may be going after them.”


“I’LL KILL THEM BOTH!!!”


“YOU GET ONE! I GET THE OTHER!!!”


“FAIR ENOUGH!!!”


The pair ran off over the dirt, not realizing that the ship they traveled on, followed them from above. Tan’ock watched the two hunters on the view monitor, his orders to the medical bay followed to the letter. If worse came to worse, they would be ready for El’s delivery of her babies. If all went well, they may be able to stave off the contractions long enough to get to the clan ship. Either way, they were leaving this place.


The Ooman tracks followed the vehicle’s perfectly, even turning down the side of the cliff as the vehicle had done. They could smell the exhaust gases from the vehicle, and prayed they were going to be in time. Just as they came over the top of the rise, M’Pa, being slightly a head, drew back his blade arm, and slammed it forward, sending the four and half foot long blades through the male Ooman’s chest, as he raised an iron bar to send it smashing through the back window of the vehicle.


Satisfied of the male’s death, Ver’On flew to one side of the vehicle, M’Pa at his side, hearing El’s horrible screams from inside. First they saw the male Ooman, sitting between El’s raised legs. Then El, pale against the inside of the vehicle, and in her arms were two of her babies. The male was trying to take her babies. He was hurting her, she was crying! Both males roared. They’d kill him, they’d kill him slowly for trying to steal their family, then take their offspring and mate to safety. But as Ver’On raised his arm, M’Pa doing the same, the male shouted out.


“NO DON’T!!!!”


Ver’On growled at him. How dare he order him what to do?


“M’Pa!” Her second mate raised his arm again. “NO!!!!!” He stopped.


“Why!?” Ver’On asked, the male inside not understanding what the aliens were saying.


El held up the small canister that had once been affixed to her mask. “The air…in here…they’ll die…”


Ver’On looked at M’Pa.


“El, How can you understand them, and they you?” Tyler asked.


She reached behind her ear, pulling off her translator. Ver’On watched as she handed it to the Ooman inside. “You need…to tell…them,” she gasped, grasping her babies and slumping back to the door. Tyler slipped the flashing device over his ear, then turned to the aliens across from him.


“Do you understand me?” Ver’On hissed, but nodded. “Listen to me. Bastian is out there somewhere. I don’t know where.”


“The second male is dead!!” said the second alien, the one El called M’Pa.


“Ok, problem number one out of the way. Look, two of her babies are out. They’re ok. But the third is in trouble. The cord is wrapped around its neck. I can’t get it off. I’m literally holding it inside El. But I can’t do that for long. You’ve got to do something!!!”


“This Vehicle will fit on our ship!”


“Good. Lift the back end of the car. You can tow it. Once inside your ship, you can open the doors, and El and the babies will be ok. HURRY!!”


M’Pa went to the front, and drove his blades through the engine of the vehicle. It stopped instantly, smoke billowing from under the hood. Then he joined Ver’On at the back of the car, together they lifted the tires off the ground, and pulled the vehicle out of the hollow, and back down the path.


“MOVE FASTER! SHE’S BLEEDING TO DEATH!!!”


As though giving up, the two set the car down in a clearing. Tyler watched in amazement, as a huge door opened from nowhere, several more aliens rushing out, grasping the car by the undercarriage, one taking a moment to slice off the front, just shy of the firewall, then carried it inside the unseen ship. Once down, and the ship’s doors closed, Tyler could hear a hissing all around him. He coughed even worse as a harder feeling of gravel hit his lungs. He looked up to see M’Pa again, raise his blades to the vehicle.


“STOP!!!” M’Pa growled. “The glass! It will shatter. The babies will be hurt! You want her out, you need to listen to me!”


“YOU DARE!!!”


“I’VE GOT THE LIFE OF HER BABY LITTERALLY IN THE PALM OF MY HAND!!! NOW FUCKING LISTEN!!!”


“Watch your…mouth!” El gasped.


“Hang in there girl, we’re almost there.” He looked back to the two males. “The trunk. Take the top off the trunk.” Ver’On ripped it off, tossing it aside like paper. “Ok…the blankets. Get the blankets!” At once Ver’On knew what he was going to do.


They couldn’t open the door El leaned on, she’d be unbalanced, and possibly hurt her babies, both in her arms, and yet to be birthed. So, M’Pa thread the blankets over the male’s head from the other side, noting where he had his hand, and the blood that flooded the vehicle’s seat and floor. The Ooman spread the blankets over El’s head, making sure the babies were totally covered. They hissed at him, but that was ok, it proved they were breathing. He pulled the last cover over his own head, overlapping it with the others.


“Close the door, and cut the top off the car. When you remove the blankets, do it slowly, taking the glass with the blankets like giant scoops. Ok?” Ver’On nodded and M’Pa slammed the door. The male lowered his head down the back of the seat, making sure El was low as well. There was a sudden crash through the glass, and metal ripping through metal, before the roof of the car was pealed off. Slowly the covers were removed, and the males reached for the babies.


“WAIT!! They’re still attached!” Tyler shouted, putting his free hand over the screaming babies. El tried to comfort them, but her strength was weaning fast. The on board medic pushed his way passed, thrusting an emergency kit to the back of the vehicle, or what was left of the back of the car. “You need four clamps, two for each baby.” The medic seemed to listen, and pulled out the instruments. “Clamp the cord, here, and here, on both.” He did so. “Now, cut between the clamps. You’ll need to really work it. I saw paramedics really have a hard time with that.”


Ver’On pulled out his blade, heating it with the laser sights of his mask. He then effortlessly cut the babies free of their mother. Gently the two mates took the infants, wrapping them more securely in the Ooman cloth they lay in. The medic then grunted at them to get clear, so he could have more room to work.


“Can you understand me?” Tyler asked, as the male forcibly collapsed the backs of the front seat to get a better position to work.


“Yes. I am Ter’Oth. I’ve birthed sucklings before.”


“Whatever. Have you ever had to do, what you know has to be done?”


“Yes. I have.”


“Good. Just be careful. My wrist is in there too.”


“What of the baby’s pulse?”


“Are you kidding, it’s got a killer grip on my thumb and little finger. I think it’s trying to pull my hand apart to get by.”


“Very good.” Ter’Oth looked to the side to see Kal-esh standing with a group of young bloods. “Kal! Get rid of this door, support her back. I need her as flat as possible!”


At once Kal move forward, ripping off the door, and catching El as she fell back. Tyler straightened her legs in the back seat as best he could, and leaned clear of Ter’Oth as he came up with a huge blade. Carefully he carved El’s skin and inner tissues. Then used a scooped bar like device to hold her skin open. “Lift the baby to the opening,” he told the Ooman. Tyler did so, feeling the baby slide easily forward. At once Ter’Oth began to untangle the baby, now that they had more room to work. Once free, he pulled the baby gently free of its mother, clearing the mucus form its face, gaining a horrific cry as the baby took its first breath. “It’s a boy!” Ter’Oth shouted, and handed the baby to Ver’On.


“The other two are boys too,” Tyler announced, then turned his attention back to El. “She’s lost a lot of blood.”


“Blood that we can replenish.”


“She’s human.”


“Not her blood.” Ter’Oth motioned for the aids to come forward, and quickly picked up El from the vehicle. Covering her broken body in the sled, they sped to the med bay, M’Pa and Ver’On in their wake, leaving the Ooman totally confused.


Tyler sighed in relief. If El died, at least her babies were ok. He would grieve for her, but her life would be remembered. He looked at his hands, never before had there been so much blood on them. But rather than the blood come form rescuing earth quake victims, or those of a massacre, this blood came from saving lives; innocent helpless lives. He didn’t feel so bad about that. “Anyone got a bathroom I can wash up in?” he asked, and the male named Kale-esh grunted, pointing to a line of sinks against the wall. Slowly Tyler made his way there, not sure what would happen to him now. But as he saw the creatures around him, without their masks, he realized, that it was one of these creatures that was the father to El’s babies.






Kal marched onto the bridge, barking orders to the pilots, not a bit of what he said was translated through his mask. Aubrey held her son close, as the young males on the bridge ran about their business, and the ship gave a gentle lurching motion, as another at a forward station, tapped buttons on his panel. She watched as the clouds outside the window turned to bright stars, and quickly moved passed their glass. The moon passed them, then Mars. She saw what looked like Jupiter off in the distance, but Saturn was coming up fast.


“Where are we going?” she asked of the growling male.


Kal said nothing.


“Spirit Walker?” Sam asked. “What’s wrong? Who was that woman? What was wrong with her?”


Kal looked down at the two inquisitive faces. He could see the boy was truly fearful of what he’d seen, and the female, his new mate, was afraid of him. This was not the kind of reaction he wanted from either of them. He quickly turned back to the con officer. “Keep on course. Inform me at once when we are ready to dock. Be sure that Sa’ton has a medical team standing by.”


“Yes Kal’esh,” replied one of the unbloods.


“Come, my mate, we should talk alone.”


At once Sam clung to Kal’s leg, trying to mimic a take down maneuver that he’d been shown. Kal chuckled at his attempt, but just plucked him off, and carried him under his arm, to a small anti room off the bridge. This was where Ver’On would go to have private communication with the clan ship. He was sure he wouldn’t mind him using it for a short time. Sam tried to imitate the aggressive growling, but didn’t quite get it right. The unbloods all chuckled at him, until the door closed, and the bridge was left with their orders.


Kal placed Sam on the seat, motioning him to stay, while he set hid mother on the arm rest. He wasn’t sure how she was going to take this, but it was going to come out eventually, it may as well be him that told her.


“You need to understand a few things about my people, and myself. When it comes to females, and expectant mothers, the males of my race are very protective, and competitive; for breeding females that are not yet officially bonded, or expecting. Such was the case with El about…well, before she became pregnant. She stayed with me for a time, while her mates were away, and at that time she was considered unbonded. I tried to sway her heart to me, but failed…”


“Lucky me,” she smiled.


“Yes. The thing is, when any female is expecting, all the males tend to cater to her. We try to make her comfortable, and are highly protective of them, especially when they give birth, and the young are prized among the whole clan. That is why Small Feather is treated as one of us already.”


“Will this be the same for me?”


“Oh yes,” he purred, touching his hand beneath her chin, wanting to take her right there, but could not, before his family had a chance to meet her, and his new son. “As it stands now, I…feel very strongly towards El, she is a mother, she is wounded, and we all know she must get help. You will find many males that were close to her, ESPECIALLY her mates, will be very short tempered, quick and sharp with responces or demands, and will not linger very long, until El is out of danger, or dead.”


“NOT DEAD!” Sam shouted. “You can help her, I know you can. Please, don’t let her die.”


“Sam, calm down. They’ll do all they can, just as doctors on Earth would do, but even their medicine will be limited, just as there will only be so much human doctors can do.”


“Your mother is right, Small One. All our hopes are that she will survive, but only she can determine that.”


“You looked so…shocked, when that one called you over to help,” Aubrey stated, threading her fingers with his. Kal looked down at their hands, purring gently.


“I have seen El so lively, so…colorful. When she fell into my arms, I thought for sure she was dead. I had seen the blood of kills before, but I never saw so much from a female giving birth. El…will be very weak if she lives.”


“You can transfuse blood to her, can’t you?” Sam asked. “Just like they do back on Earth.”


“Such would be a simple matter,” Kal stated, “but because her babies are half Ooman and half Yautja, her blood was shared for some time, and is not compatible with Oomans, nor Yautja, she may be beyond our help.”


“There’s got to be others,” Aubrey stated. “You couldn’t have just suddenly decided, hey, I want a human woman for a wife. There must have been others over the years. Maybe their blood…”


Kal just left her where she sat, charging across the room to the comm. panel. “Kal’esh to Sa’ton, Emergency!”


“This is Sa’ton, you best make it quick!”






M’Pa held two of the babies, as Ver’On finished wrapping a cut warm blanket around the third. There weren’t any infant clothes or supplies on the ship, there weren’t even other females to offer their milk to feed the babies. All was dependant on El’s survival. As Ter’Oth entered the make shift medical bay, he ordered the two males to tend to the babies, while he and his young aid centered their attention on El. For several minutes the door to the inner sterile room were closed. The state of their mate’s life, or death, was left unknown.


M’Pa purred once more to the fussing babies, but the two in his arms did nothing but squirm more, and even hiss at the big male. Such was understandable, they could smell that he was not their father. Somehow, their young could always tell who their father was. Their mother was no problem, they were bathed in her scent sense conception, but how they could tell their father was a mystery. M’Pa held them close to keep them warm, as Ver’On joined him in watching the inner chamber door.


“She will be alright,” M’Pa stated, admiring the baby in his arms. “She is a strong female, don’t think her dead yet.”


“She will not die. The babies need her, and she knows it.”


The door opened and the young aid rushed out, his hands covered in red Ooman blood, grabbing several packs of bandages, and vials of medicine, then rushed back into the room.


Ver’On purred to the baby in his arms, surprised that it hissed back at him. M’Pa chuckled. “He’s challenging you for his independence already,” he chided. Ver’On purred even deeper, as the babies M’Pa was holding began to coo to the sound.






The door to the lounge opened, and an Ooman male was tossed inside to the floor. His face was red from strains of coughing, and weak from lack of his air. After a moment the different air in the lounge allowed him to regain his breath, and his face was regaining its natural color. As he regained his feet, another man came over and helped him sit on a sofa, in the middle of the room.


“Tyler!”


He looked up to the puffy face of Ralph. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked.


“I was going to ask you the same thing,” he replied.


“I came with El. God Ralph, she’s bad. She had her babies. I…” he looked at his hands, now clean of blood, but he was sure he could still smell the blood. “I don’t think she’s gona make it.”


“Don’t SAY THAT!” Ro shouted, as Ralph sank to the sofa next to Tyler. “El is very strong. She will make it.