Rivers Run Deep

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 22



He’d slept longer than he had wanted. By the time he woke, the cylinder was recharged, and the female had changed body position, so leaving her while she slept was easier. He made a quick stop again at the tech repair shop, receiving a small package. He then proceeded to the Bendling, and handed him the box. “She didn’t like the sensation,” he said.


“Few do,” he responded, and was handed another small packet.


“Half of the mask had been stripped by the time I returned. This is what he had. It should give you enough to get started. By the time you finish the device, the rest of the old mask should be stripped, and we can complete our deal.”


“Excellent. I’ll get to work on it right away.” He carefully removed the small bubble shape from inside the box, marveling at the shape it had taken. Then he turned back to the hunter, before he could leave entirely. “Hunter?” Ver’On turned. “It occurred to me. Does this female of yours understand what you are saying?”


Ver’on shook his head, remembering the awkward conversation that she had to complete. “No, she does not.”


“Good.” Ver’On looked at him. “Oh please, I didn’t mean it like that. There is a way that you can get one other piece of equipment, for the trade of knowledge.”


“What do you mean?”


“A fellow trader came to see me the other day. I can’t believe I almost forgot.” Ver’On followed the babbling alien back to his shop, and waited for him to find the holo-card he was looking for. “Here it is. Vandrix. He’s a programmer for translation devices. He’s quite famous. He designed the system here on the station. He was looking for volunteers to help him program a dialect into the small personal use devices. Though few here are willing to allow the devices to be used on their business conversations.”


“So what does this have to do with me?”


“Well, if I’ve never constructed a breathing device for a human, you can bet that Vandrix hasn’t a programmed dialect for humans either. You may be able to volunteer her to program the device, while you get to understand all that she says.” Ver’On just looked at the holo-card. “He can explain it better. I promised I would send someone his way if they were interested.” Ver’On just handed him back the card.


“I don’t think she would like it. Our discussions are…odd.”


“Well, you can always continue the way you’re going now. Makes little difference to me.” The Bendling began to examine the form of the human’s nasal passages.


“Give me the card.”






El woke alone, the window shutters were closed, and a soft glow of the light form the bathroom was all that illuminated the area. She turned, and rubbed her left thy once more. She wasn’t recovering at all. It was getting harder and harder to move her leg. Whatever she did to it, she wouldn’t recover on her own. She wondered if Tusk would allow her to go to a physician while they were here. There had to be one, more then one in fact. The station was too big to be without a medical center of some kind.


The door slid open, and Ver’On stepped inside. He noticed the look of panic on her face at once, even in the dark. He brought the lights back up, and went to her side. She didn’t even have to tell him, he slid his hand over her leg, and noticed how her cries increased, as he touched her. Her pain was getting worse. There was very little he could do for her here. Her breathing device wasn’t ready, and his mask had not yet been paid for. They were caught in a circle that ended on the contingency of the other, and nothing could be completed without her.


He only hoped the healers here would grant his request. He patted her shoulder as he headed to his console, activating the communications link to the station. “Station Opps, this is Yautja Hunter Vessel 1.”


“Station Opps, go ahead.”


“I need to be put through to your medical facility, the one on Tech Level 17.”


“I can try, that’s usually handled through Station Communications, but I’ll see what I can do. Standby.” Ver’On looked back to the female as she tried her best to ease the pain in her leg. He only wished he could do more. “Hunter Vessel, I’ve got the medical office, but I can’t connect you directly. You’ll have to conference through this room. Is that acceptable?”


“Yes, that’s fine.”


“Go ahead Hunter Vessel.”


“Level 17 med lab, this is Dr. Larren. What is your emergency?”


“This is Ver’On, I was in earlier this time cycle, I spoke to one of you about oomans.”


“Yes, Ver’on, I remember you. You were speaking to Dr. Rysix, I’ll get him.”


There was a long pause, then the healer’s voice came over the line.


“This is Dr. Rysix. How can I help you?”


“Rysix, this is Ver’On. The ooman we spoke of…”


“Yes I remember. Is that her in the back ground?” asked the physician, hearing the girl’s audible cries.


“Yes. She is in considerable discomfort. I cannot bring her to you, she does not have a breathing device, I only have one emergency tank for use of any kind, and my mask has not yet been repaired. Is there any way you can come here.”


“Most of the equipment that I would need is here, and too large to move to you. But…I can come for the preliminary exam. I can give her some medication to help with the pain. That way when you bring her, we will be ready with a treatment. Where are you located?”
“Docking Port 77, pad 9.”


“I’ll be there shortly.”


“Watch out for the mating bugs.”


“The what?”


“You’ll see.”






A short while later, Ver’On opened the shuttle door to the healer, though he had to leave it open so that the translation program could extend inside his ship. The healer shook his head, as he gazed at the tent in the middle of the floor. There were several security guards around it, making sure people stayed clear of it. The sounds from within the drapes leaving little doubt as to what Ver’On had meant in his cryptic warning.


At first El was weary of the strange man, who seemed to have the head of an iguana, with claws to match, but as he began to examine her leg, and Ver’On made no move to stop him, she got the idea that he’d come to help. “This is quite the ugly scar my dear,” he said. “How in the seven suns did you get it?”


“She does not understand you. Ooman dialect is not in the system, yet.”


“I see. Do you know how she got these scars?”


“I’d already explained that.”


“You merely said that she was wounded, and what you did to treat her. I’m asking the origin of the wounds? The type of weapon used. If there was a possibility of poisoning of any kind.”


“Blades, both sides! The front was a short one, the back a long sward. Origin, battle, no poison used. Is that enough!? Help her! It is what I asked you here for!”


“Very well, turnover please, I need to see the back of your leg.” El looked to Ver’On, as he turned his hand for her, and she turned over. The lizard man lifted the back of her shorts. “That does not look good.” The lizard ran a scanner over her leg, consulting the readings. He then began to quickly pack everything up. “She MUST get to the med lab, RIGHT NOW!” He reached into his bag, and pulled out a small device. “Med lab 17, this is Ryisx, I need a quarantine unit to my location, Ronal, prepare the tissue chamber.”


“What are you doing?!”


“Trying to save what is left of her leg.”





There hadn’t been such urgency in the facility since a colony ship of Bendlings reported being hit by an asteroid. And that was 17 years ago. There was quite a fuss made over the human as she was brought in. They quickly changed the atmosphere in the room where they kept her, so they could remove her form the quarantine container. They kept Ver’On on the other side of the glass, which he REALLY didn’t like. The healers and their assistants scurried around, cutting away her shorts from around her thy, much to her displeasure. She didn’t have many clothes left.


Not too long after Rysix completed several more detailed scans, he ushered her off to a large tube of liquid. He injected something into her neck, and she quickly went to sleep, as they submerged her into the liquid, without any kind of mask.


Ver’On pound on the glass to warn them, but as her body spasmed in the tank, he knew he’d be too late. A moment later, she lay still. Ver’On balled his fists. His heart thudding harshly in his chest. The healers would die.






“The Yautja seems a bit upset,” his assistant said, flashing her green scales to red.


“Calm yourself Loni,” Rysix eased, looking over one of the charts she’d handed him. “He can’t get through. I’ll speak to him. Monitor the regeneration of the tissues, I’ll be right back.” He passed the chart back and proceeded to the glass, turning on the intercom. “If you remain calm I’ll tell you what we’re doing.”


“Calm,” he gasped. “YOU KILLED HER!!!!!”


“No! She’s breathing quite normally. The liquid is oxygen based, quite breathable. We use it with a number of species, we just alter it to adapt to their physiology. Now she’ll be fine. We sedated her to ease her transition.”


“She’s alive?”


“Oh yes, very much so. Are you ready to hear what we’re doing?” Ver’On nodded. “There was a wasting of the muscle tissue. When she was wounded, how long before she received medical treatment?”


“A couple hours, I think.”


“That’s not good. Her muscles were highly agitated, starved for oxygen as they were, they began to waste away. If you had waited much longer, she may not have a leg to save.” An alarm drew his attention. Ver’On watched as the fluid in the tank the female was in, began to turn from blue to red. “CYCLE THE PUMPS!! Get a cauterizer. We’ve got to get that bleeder. Loni, close the windows. This is going to get ugly.”


Ver’On pound on the glass as she turned off the intercom, asking with his gestures not to close the window. But she didn’t listen. Ver’On passed back and forth, he couldn’t get in there, the system wouldn’t allow him. He couldn’t remain, the waiting was driving him up a wall. Quickly he left, trying to find someone to hurt, something to do, to take his mind off his dying female. He rounded a corner, not noticing the blooded Yautja that were at a nearby food stand, ordering food. One chirped a hello to him as he passed, Ver’On reeled on his heels and roared loudly at him.


Though they were a full head shorter than he, the two hunters at once pulled him down a hall, pinning him to a wall. They were dressed for combat, he was not, they had their hunting masks, he only had an emergency breather, and one pulled the mask from his face.


At once the stinging atmosphere began to bite at his lungs, and he began to grow weak. “Calm yourself hunter,” the young blood stated, replacing his mask. “You act like that, and the station will eject us all from this place. I don’t know abut you, but this is an ideal place to scope out potential prey.”


“They’re trying to kill her,” he gasped.


“Who are trying to kill who?”


“The healers, they’re killing my mate.”


“I doubt that. The station would not allow it.”


“She bleeds in a tube they put her in, and they do nothing but shout!”


“She’s strong. All Yautja females are. If she really wanted to get away from them, she would just snap their necks.”


“SHE IS NOT YAUTJA!”


The two hunters looked at each other, then back to Ver’On. “We will take you to our hunt master. He will know what to do.”


“And if she’s dead when we get back!?”


“Then she will not die alone.”






The Hunt Master was in a sparing room, observing the progress of his sparing hunters. They were a fine bunch, from proud families, and their progress in their training, and their success on the recent hunt, proved their teachings to be well learned. He watched as his two sons entered the hall, accompanied by another Yautja that he did not recognize. “Young Bloods!” he shouted, and all the young hunters ceased and took their positions on the side line, watching what their hunt master would do.


The master regarded his two sons, separated in age by only a few months, they were the closest that the Yautja ever got to twins. His two mates nearly drove him insane while pregnant. One wanted to constantly mate, the other wanted nothing but food and to be touched. He hardly got a moments peace. He swore that would be the last time he’d ever mate them both in the same breeding cycle.


The two young bloods bowed slightly to their hunt master. “Elder, this is Ver’On. He has an… unusual problem.”


“Oh?” he said, examining the Yautja before him. He was also a blooded hunter, possibly of many years, by the number of scars on his chest, arms and legs. “I am Kal, from Sr’lon, out of Rell.”


“Sr’lon?” Ver’On asked.


“Yes…my sire is the one running the repair shop here. He grew tired of the battles, and brought his mate here to retire. Disgraceful I know. But I must admit. It is handy to have a repair shop of such caliber located here. We don’t have to return to the mother ships for equipment repairs as often. Tell me, what could possibly be your problem, that my sons would bring you to me. Obviously you are in need of a mask…”


“I have one being made as we speak. But your son’s…” and he nodded to the two young bloods, “assisted me earlier. My mate is in the medical lab, on level 17, she is gravely injured. I became upset over being kept out of her treatment, and took it out on your sons. For that I ask them to forgive me.” The boys nodded. “However, I fear that no matter what these healers do, she may not survive.”


“Yautja females are – ”


“She is not Yautja, and does not possess their strength of will. Not any more.” Ver’On hung his head, an old ache becoming new deep in his chest.


“Not Yautja hu? Come with me. Gr’am take your brother, and teach these young ones what I taught you.”


“As you wish elder.” And the boys took out their spears, and approached their classmates. “Come, Ver’On, we’ll talk in private.”


Kal directed Ver’On to sit, in a small anteroom from the sparing hall. Ver’On declined. “I wanted to bring you here from my young bloods. They just returned from a successful hunt. I didn’t want their heads filled with the prospect of keeping their prey alive. Let alone calling one their mate.” He turned to Ver’On, with a growl. “What in the universes possessed you to take an ooman as a mate?!”


“You wouldn’t understand.”


“Try me!” He then stood closer to the hunter, looking him up and down carefully. Then realization dawnd on his mask hidden face. Nodding he said, “I remember you Ver’On. My grand father is a good friend of your great-great grand father. He cannot stop talking about you. They were thrilled when you mated a fine female. What was her name – ”


“Uni…”


“Yes. What will she think?”


“She will not.”


“I’d say she will, when you bring that thing to her bed.”


“She has passed. She died over a year ago.”


The hunt master sighed. “My apologies.”


“I was full of rage. I came to the blue planet, bent on destroying everything I saw. I spent many days there, and found a female who was just as enraged as I was. She was magnificent. She took out four of her trainers in under an hour. I wanted her skull, yes. But as we fought, we found we had more than a desire to kill in common….I’m not sure how to explain it to you, but she decided to give herself to me, and I took what she offered.” The master did not have to know that what she offered was comfort and understanding.


“Say no more. You have your reasons. I just hope the elders accept her.”


“The elders are not what worry me. She will be interacting with the females of the ship. Will they accept her? That is my concern. Though if she dies here, I will not return at all.”


“Come, let us go and view this female of yours. I wish to see what has impressed you so about her. But first, let us go see my father. Perhaps he will permit you to have your mask sooner. You must get rid of that stupid device.”