River Rapids

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator. El, other unrelated human characters, and the character names of the predators Imade up, the concept of predator does not belong to me.



Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.



WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR BACK BROWSER BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please don't offend yourself by reading further.



Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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River Rapids

Book 2



Chapter 4



Tan’ock stayed at the dwelling, as Ver’On followed the two Oomans he knew. He turned his attention back to the male in the garden, as when the vehicle was gone, he resumed spreading the powder around the ground. He scanned it closer, his mask picking out the chemical it was. Phosphorous. So, this male was the one responsible. By and large, Phosphorous wasn’t deadly to Oomans, just plants, in great quantities, essentially burning the root systems. That much he did know about the chemical. So he’d felt no urge to prevent the Ooman’s activity, so he turned his attentions back to the slender female inside the house, changing his vision settings to see through the structure.


She was toward the back, cleaning dishes in what looked like a small kitchen. ‘How could Oomans make any kind of food in a place that small?’ he wondered. ‘There is no room for the spits to turn the meat to roast, hell there aren’t any cook fire pits big enough to hold one!’


Tan’ock watched as the female finished her tasks, she then picked up some papers, and selected a sitting spot on the floor in the next room. He watched as she sifted through the papers, stopping at one or the other, and examining the information. Her heart rate was quick, and her breathing was uneven. Then he realized, she was crying. ‘Why?’ he asked himself, but his attention was swiftly taken from the female to the outside wall.


The male law keeper had finished his sabotage of the garden, and was sitting against the wall of the house, looking in through a hole in one of the door screens. What was he doing? Tan’ock’s vision zoomed closer, as he saw the male massaging himself, his hand eagerly stroking his male flesh.


‘Oh now that’s just wrong!’ he scoffed, and with a toe claw, tipped a hardened clay shingle off the roof, right onto his head. The male scrambled away, ducking under the fence as he’d done before. The female didn’t seem too concerned. But returned to reading the papers she had in her hand.


Tan’ock turned back to her, and watched. She was oblivious. That, alone, was dangerous to her. He was glad he’d stayed behind.






Fer’aza turned over in the bed, her body ached in places she never knew existed. But over all, she felt wonderful. Her eyes fell upon the reddish skin of the male beside her. He was asleep, or so she thought. Did he really do all of that to her? Was he really that skilled? Her body told her yes. Her stomach told her she was hungry. She heard a low grumble from the male beside her, his eyes alight with delight, as his face twisted into a humorous grin. “I thought you were asleep,” she laughed.


“Never around you,” he said, cupping her breast in his hand. “Especially when you’re in heat.”


“You’re the one in must.” She poked at his side, and his stomach growled as well. “Seems I’m not the only one who is in need of food.”


“But I don’t want food right now.” He pushed her over till he was on top of her, his lips clamped around the nipple of her breast.


She laughed gently, but managed to pluck her large suckling off. “But I am. Besides, if I am to be pregnant with your offspring, would you wish it to starve?” He grumbled at her logic, but she was right, and he got up. “Thing is, what am I going to wear?”


“I thought you’d never ask.” He nearly tipped her off the sleeping mat as he dove under it, digging around for a slender soft package that he’d stored there long ago. Satisfied he’d found it, he let the mat drop back down, Fer’aza’s laugh strong in his ears. He liked that she was still so child like, he hoped she’d never lose it. “Here. I had this for some time, I saved it for you.”


Fer’aza opened the soft package to reveal a dress. Long blue cloth uncurled in her hands, as she pulled it free of the bag it was in. “It’s beautiful.”


“And I know it will fit. You’ve no idea how hard it is to steal your clothes from the launders.”


“WHAT!”


“I had to. I always put them back though. I just hope it fits. I had the artisan make it for a mature female, sense I’d no idea what you would look like when I finally got you into my bed.” He kissed her, trailing kisses to her ear, then down her neck.


“Get off,” she laughed, and began to try and find the top of the dress.


Within an hour the two were walking from the lifts into the main dinning hall. It was quiet, it must have been still sleep cycle. They’d never thought to look at a chronometer on their way here. But to their surprise they weren’t the only ones in the hall. At one of the tables on the far side, sat El, rolling fruit around on the table in front of her. Some were already on the floor.


J-on fixed Fer’aza with a stern gaze. “She’s very pregnant, from what I hear, she carries three offspring by Ver’On. You will not upset her.”


“Over what?” she asked, turning her body in front of him as she entered the room. The dress did fit, though a bit tight across her bust line, which he really liked. “She’s got what she wants, and I’ve…” she trailed her fingers down his chest and daintily danced them over the edge of his loin cloth beneath the leather armor he wore. “…definitely got what I want.”


He growled gently. “Do you?”


She pressed his lips to hers, as her hand dove beneath the cloth to grasp his hardening flesh. Before he could drag her to one of the rooms, she let him go, and proudly pranced across the room to the food tables, now only presented with hard tuber like vegetables, and fruit. The rest of the food was either still being prepared, or was about to be started, and would be laid out later. She took several zaka fruit, tossing a couple to J-on as he came across the room. She then sat down on the bench, not more than five feet from El. “Good morning El,” she greeted sweetly. El made no indication she’d heard her, she just rolled a zaka across the table to hit another, sending both of the fruit to the floor. J-on just looked at his new mate, as she sat there staring at the Ooman. “I said good morning,” she said again, only this time with out the sickening sweet tone.


El just rose to her feet, as carefully as she could, turned and walked away. Fer’aza was on her feet and after her, before J-on could stop her. The two females stood nearly nose to nose. If it weren’t for El’s belly that stuck out with her young, Fer’aza would have pushed her back with her breasts if she had to.


“Is there any subtle way to get it through your head that I wish not to speak?” El asked, her voice tired, and betrayed a hint of ‘don’t tick me off’.


J-on pulled Fer’aza aside, covering her mouth with his hand. “Forgive her,” he said. “She’s only been out of heat for a day or so. I’m afraid her hormones are still in a conflicting state right now.”


She looked at Fer’aza, her eyes wide, but the look on her face, of what she could see, did say that she was not herself. She then turned to J-on. “Keep her away from the gardens until she calms down.”


“As you order Elder mate El.” He bowed to her, and she continued on her way. Once he heard the doors of the lift close he turned to Fer’aza, his eyes ablaze with anger. “I warned you!”


“She would not acknowledge me!”


“She’s an Elder’s mate! She acknowledges who she wishes and when!”


“And my Uncle…!!”


“Is not here!” He slung her forward over the table, lifting her dress over her backside. She’d not had anything else to wear, so she was totally exposed. “Obviously, I’ve not gotten a certain Yautja out of your system as I thought!” He turned the leather cover on his hips to the side, and lowered his loincloth to reveal his fully hardened member. “Perhaps you need another purging!”


Fer’aza screamed, in shear delight, as her mate mounted her, driving his member to her core repeatedly. He was right, her heat was far from over, it was barely beginning. No wonder she’d confronted El. A female about to conceive would view a pregnant female as a threat for attention from breeding males, the males wanting to comfort a pregnant female first, before engaging in the more vigorous activities of mating. Fer’aza wasn’t pregnant yet, but by the time he was through with her, she would be.






The lift deposited El on the command deck, a place she hadn’t meant to go. But she’d not hit any of the buttons yet to send the lift to her level, before someone summoned one to the command area, and the lift El was on was the one to go. When the doors opened, she came face to face with possibly the oldest Yautja she’d seen yet. His dreads were long, passed his hips, decorated in many places by silver and gold rings, and all his body a bight grey color. He was tall, over seven feet by what she could gather, and despite the age his coloring betrayed him to be, his body was remarkably well muscled.


She realized she’d neglected to greet him properly, and went to bow, only to become dizzy and lose her balance suddenly, nearly falling. Had it not been for his swift movement to her side, she would have. The male purred to her, loud and soothingly, and she began to breathe easier. She nodded her thanks, and patted his hand, hoping to convey her appreciation for his help. He nodded, and pressed a series of buttons. The lift was on the move.


“You nearly fainted, little Ooman,” the elder stated.


El just nodded. She’d not yet been properly introduced to this Yautja, and with his status as an elder unquestioningly above all the others, she didn’t want to offend him by speaking out of turn.


“Does your second mate know you are out, when you are supposed to be sleeping?”


El took a quick breath, how did he know she had two mates?


“I am kept informed of all that goes on aboard this ship,” he stated, noting her silence, or rather lack of a physical response to his question.


Finally El shook her head no. He grumbled, but his attention went to her developed body as her babies began to chirp once again. She couldn’t help but laugh, the sensation tickled. The elder chuckled as well, and began to purr gently once more. The babies chirped louder, and in rapid succession, then one kicked her hard, and she grabbed for the wall to steady herself. The male held her shoulders.


“Even your young believe you should be sleeping. Come. I will send for your mate. You will rest in my guest sweet.”


She madly shook her head no.


“I will not accept that,” he hissed, and the lift stopped and opened to a grand set of red wooden doors, with two guards on either side of them. The guards looked at each other, possibly shocked that the elder would bring a pregnant female back to his quarters, and an Ooman one at that. “You will rest in my guest sweet. Open the doors!” The guards obeyed. “One of you go and get her second mate, M’Pa. He will probably be sleeping in the quarters of Elder Ver’On, this female’s first mate. GO!!” One guard held the door, while the second headed into the now empty lift, all the while all three males purred gently to El, as her babies continued to kick and chirp.


The doors lead to a huge open space, the walls a rich bronze color, the furniture a beautiful chocolate brown, with bronze accents. There was an over sized sofa, two chairs to match the size of the sofa when put together, and a low table made out of what looked like some giant animal’s shoulder blade.


What caught her attention most were the skylight windows all around the room, and at the forward most point of the room, was a resting bowl, filled with lush pillows. Trying not to be forward, she looked to the elder, pointed to herself, then to the resting bowl.


He grunted yes, and helped her settle to the pillows, facing the stars. “Better?” he asked, and she nodded yes. She’d missed the resting bowls of the old ship, wishing she’d had one in her quarters.


The elder spread a light cover over her, then sat at the rim, purring gently to her, while waiting for M’Pa to arrive, her babies’ chirps and songs began to lesson, sleep finally taking them to innocent dreams. El just watched the stars outside, the angle of the view outside faced away from Saturn, and she tried to search the stars for constellations she recognized. Not a one she could see. Without warning or reason, she began to cry. The elder purred louder, but it didn’t seem to help. Gently he laid her further against the pillows, where she cried herself to sleep.






M’Pa wrapped a cover around his hips as the persistent knocking on his door became more urgent. He never expected to see the Yautja on the other side though. The guard, though no more physically different than other guards, was dressed in full ceremonial battle armor, quite functional if need be. At every conceivable point of connection, hung a weapon; be it combi staff, glaives strapped to his back, blades, shrunken, smart disks, or blaster, this Yautja would be ready to fight to his last breath. He was unmistakably one of the Grand Elder’s personal guards. But why here?


M’Pa bowed deeply to the guard. It was an understanding among the clan, to tread these guards as though the Grand Elder himself stood before them, for they never left their posts, or his side, unless it was by his order. When the guard spoke, he was abrupt and to the point.


“The Grand Elder ha sent me to bring you before him. Dress simply, this is not a formal affair.”


M’Pa nodded and retreated to his room to dress.


El had not been in the bed when he woke. The lav door was closed, so he surmised she was in the tub, floating the stress away from her body. If she felt herself falling asleep, he knew she’d be alright. He’d found her once, her arms draped over the side, to keep her upper body from submerging, comfortable and sound asleep. After dressing in his leather armor, the guard growled gently, seeing him move towards the lav door, through the still open bedroom door.


“I just want to be sure my mate is alright,” he said gently.


“She is not there. Come!”


It was a command he could not ignore, or refuse. But how did this guard know where El was, or wasn’t? M’Pa followed the guard through the halls, still being before the end of the sleep cycle, there weren’t any Yautja in the halls. Which was good. Hardly anyone was brought before the elder, and if they were, it was only for serious offences to the clan as a whole, and the outcome was always the same. A slow painful dishonorable death. M’Pa began to wonder just what he did to bring the Grand Elder’s wrath.


The lift arrived at the wooden doors, and the second guard admitted them. At once both males went to one knee, the guard the only one who spoke. “As you have ordered, Grand Elder. M’Pa ha been brought before you.”


Slowly the Elder rose to his feet, and waved the guard out. As M’Pa knelt there, the Grand Elder’s scrutinizing gaze upon him, he suddenly realized…he had to pee.






Ver’On chuckled. The old man thought he was a god. “No,” he laughed outwardly, waving the small one to his seat. Mr. Com sat back down.


“Tusk?” Ralph asked, his heart rate increasing rapidly.


“Yes,” Ver’On replied. “I Tusk.” He’d no idea that the clicks and words he spoke were being translated as broken words to the Oomans, but as awkward as it sounded, the two Oomans seemed to calm down.


“El!” Ralph cried, looking around. Ver’On at once put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing tightly but gently. “Where is El?!”


“El not here,” he said. “She safe.”


“Thank god for that,” Mr. Com finally stated, quickly checking Ralph’s pulse. “You nee to calm down Ralph. You’ll have another heart attack if you don’t.”


Ver’On pulled out his med kit and set it on the ground, kneeling behind the two men. He pulled out a small spray bottle, and held it to Ralph’s panting face. He sprayed the contents out once, and Ralph began to calm. He growled in satisfaction. “Good. Mist good Oomans too.” He put the bottle in Mr. Com’s hand closing his fingers around it. Mr. Com nodded his thanks, and tucked it into his pants pocket.


“Why have you come back?” Mr. Com asked.


“El need family,” Ver’On said.


“What…family?” Ralph gasped, feeling his lungs take in more air, as his chest seemed to ease from the pain. “All her family are dead.”


Ver’On shook his head. “No. All not.”


“Then who?” Mr. Com asked. Ver’On just pointed to them. “Us?”


“Yes.”


“Why?” Ralph asked.


“El, need family. Sad, no family.”


The two looked at each other before looking back to Ver’On. “She misses us?” Com asked, and Ver’On huffed and grunted yes in reply. “Is she really alright?”


“Safe, yes.”


“Can we talk to her?” Ralph asked. Ver’On checked the chronometer in his mask. It was still sleep cycle on the main ship, El would still be asleep.


“Sleep now. Talk soon. Come. Home. Eat, store things, we leave, day next.”
“We leave tomorrow?” Mr. Com asked. Ver’On nodded. He wanted to get the two off the planet and back to El quickly. He’d already missed so much of El’s development during her pregnancy, the last thing he wanted was to miss the birth of his sucklings.


“We can’t,” Ralph replied. “Not that it would be wonderful, but, Tusk. I can’t leave. I’m very sick. I can’t see her like this?”


“Sick?” Ver’On cocked his head to the side. Yes, he was weak, he’d seen that. But if he was ill, he didn’t want El or any one else for that matter, falling ill because of him.


“Yes, sick. My heart, it’s damaged. The doctors want to remove it.” Ver’On growled. That would kill him! “Easy, it’s alright. They would put one in that isn’t hurt like mine, so I’d be fine. But I can’t leave, ever.”


“Why?”


“The medicine they would give me after they replace my heart, it would prevent my body from rejecting the new heart. It is only made here. Besides, I don’t want to go to El with a different heart.”


“Wait.” Ver’On stood, and switched off the translation program of his mask. He then opened a link to the cruiser, asking to have his signal boosted so it would reach the main clan ship. The young blood grunted that the signal was ready, and Ver’On called for the Clan ship’s Communications officer, to put him through to the medical bay. Ver’On hated waiting.


“This is Sa’ton!” the growl came back. He must have been either sleeping or mating, to be that angry.


“And this is Elder Ver’On,” he had a stern smile on his face beneath the mask. If he were spoken to in person like that, Sa’ton would be on the floor in great pain. “I trust you will be civil?”


“My apologies Elder, how can I help you?”


“Ter’Oth is with the unbloods on their Ooman hunt trials. So you will have to do. Can you heal a damaged Ooman heart?”


“What?”


“I will not repeat the question.”


“Ah, I don’t know. I’ve never tried. Why?”


“One of My’El’s Ooman family has said the healers here will replace his damaged heart with another, but that his body will not accept it without medicine. Can you heal the damage, without the operation?”


“Like I said, I don’t know.” Ver’On growled. “But…” He turned his attention to the sky, as tough to look at Sa’ton. “…if I can examine him, I would know more.”


“Good. We will be arriving in a few cycles. Get back to sleep. I’ll contact you when we’ve docked.”


“Yes elder.” And Ver’On could hear a female’s giggle in the background, just before the line was closed.


Ver’On chuckled. So mating was what he was up to. He turned back to the Oomans, switching on the translation program again. “No healer, here. You come. We heal.” And he pointed to Ralph’s chest.


“You think you can fix my own heart?” Ver’On nodded.


“That would be wonderful.”


“I still don’t want El to see me like this.”


“You will see El,” Ver’On said. “El need see you.”


“Why?” Ralph asked.


Ver’On knelt down and packed up his med kit. “El, need family. She give offspring soon.”


The two looked at each other. “Tusk!” Ralph wanted to scream. “Is El pregnant?”


Ver’On stood, puffing his chest with pride. “El give MY offspring soon.”


“YOU!” the two sounded off at the same time.


Ver’On grunted shaking his head yes. “Come! Store things. We go!”


“We can’t leave with belongings,” Mr. Com sadly stated. “There isn’t anything left.”


“What are you saying?” Ralph asked his friend.


“I’m sorry, Ralph. I’d made some bad investment choices. I’d lost most of my money. I sold pretty much everything I have just to keep the lights on and the phone connected. I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to worry you”






“Grand father, why didn’t you tell me?” Chonie laid the papers down on the floor, putting the bank statements in order. For the last several months, Ro Com’s accounts had been in a steady decline. He’d lost a lot of his money in losing investments before finally pulling it out. Then there was the day to day up keep of the house, the utility bills and the fees for the water and soil tests that he had done to find out what was wrong with his garden and pond. Then groceries for two, his own herbs for medicines, and actual doctor’s medications, small pills they were, but expensive.


He’d cashed out his old bonds to keep the insurance on the car, as well as to have a small cash pot to have on hand for fuel, but still it wasn’t enough. If things did not improve for her grand father soon, he was going to be out of money in just three months, by her quick calculations. She sat there crying, no wonder her grand father bought fewer and fewer groceries, and walked the five miles to town in the heat rather than drive. He was broke, and too proud to ask his grand daughter for help. Such was his way.


She saw lights flash through the window screens, and knew that the car had returned. She quickly gathered the papers, and rose to meet her grand father.


“I’m sorry,” Com was telling Ralph as he entered the house. “I had no choice. We needed the money.”


“I understand that, now,” Ralph sighed, moving a little faster than he had in a while. “But you still should have told me.”


“I know. I’m sorry. I promise, no more hiding things.”


“Good.”


“Well,” Chonie smiled at Ralph. “You seem to be in better spirits.”


“I’ve received some…” he then paused, looking around. He didn’t trust the house to keep secrets, “wonderful news. I may be getting my new heart sooner than I thought.”


“Oh?”


“Not to worry. I’ll be just fine.”


“Grand father, the door…” before the two men could move, the door swung closed. “Never mind. Grand father, we must talk.”


“You went through my bank statements!”


“I had to. Grand father, please…” Mr. Com snatched the papers from her, and rushed by into the next room. “Grand father!”


“Chonie, it’s alright. I know everything. It’s all going to work out.”


“Work out!? Ralph, I’m sorry, I know you can’t be stressed right now, but please. Grand father is nearly out of money. You can’t just say that he’s going to be ok.” Ralph smiled, as he heard the clicking of his friend beside him. “What was that?”


“A friend, Chonie. A friend.”


“I HAVE AN IDEA!!!” Com shouted. “YOU THREE GET IN HERE!”


“Three?” Chonie asked, as she entered the living room. “Grand father, did you take your medicine today?”


“Yes I did,” he stated, thrusting his papers back to her hands. Quickly he whispered to Ralph, knowing that Ver’On would also be listening closely. “We can’t let anyone know that El is alive. But we can say that Chonie is pregnant, very early, and buy some baby things for El, saying they are for Chonie’s baby!”


Ralph smiled broadly as Ver’On grunted happily. Chonie looked around the room. “What is that?” Then she hear purring…FROM RIGHT BESIDE HER! “Grand father!! What is going on!!!?”


“It’s alright Chonie,” Com eased. “He’s a friend. A very good friend. He won’t hurt you.”


“What friend? I don’t see anything!”


Mr. Com looked around. “Ralph, turn off those lights over there. I’ll get the ones close to the screens. We’ll be able to see, but shadows will be cast inside, rather than outward.” Ralph nodded, and turned for the light switch, not realizing he didn’t move his walker with him. The lights changed, they looked to the middle of the room. “Ok, Tusk. I’d like to introduce you to my grand daughter. Chonie.”


There was a slight crackling sound, as not one, but two forms took shape in the middle of the room. “There’s two of them!” Ralph exclaimed, a broad smile on his face.


“Must be his brother,” Com said, “they look alike.”


The second of the aliens grunted, as though he were insulted. Ver’On cast him a quick look and growled. The second put up his hands, and took one step back. Ver’On then turned to Chonie, but before he could move, the second one, gave a low growling hiss. Ver’On glanced at him, and the second said something in an unknown dialect, mixed with clicks and growls. Ver’On nodded, and stepped back. “Rude,” he said. “This, friend. Tan’ock. I, not Tusk. I Ver’On.”


“Well I’ll be,” Ralph sighed. “He finally tells us his name.”


“Are you kidding,” Com sighed. “He’ll always be Tusk to me.”


“Chonie, you ok?” The two old men looked to the woman, who stood wide eyed at the two aliens. Tan’ock stepped closer to her, purring deep in his chest, then caught her as she dropped. “I guess you have that affect on all the women,” Ralph laughed, and directed the alien where to bring the girl.


Morning finally came, though neither men, nor alien, in the house had slept. They stayed up all night talking. Well, accept Tan’ock, he stayed with Chonie, watching her sleep, carefully scrutinizing her figure.


“What is he doing in there?” Com finally asked, glancing over his shoulder where he could see Tan’ock sitting on the floor in the doorway to Chonie’s room.


Ver’On looked over as well, scanning the male with his mask. Although he made no outward appearance, inwardly, Tan’ock’s heart rate was slightly elevated, his blood rushed through his veins at the increased rate, and his body temperature was at least three degrees higher than normal. Ver’On chuckled. ‘Not what he would like to be doing,’ he thought, but turned back to the two Oomans. “Watching,” he said.


“Watching?” Ralph asked. “Hasn’t he ever seen a human woman before?”


“Yes. Much of Ooman child maker.”


“Then why is he watching my grand daughter? Is he going to eat her or something?”


‘Or something old man,’ he wanted to jest. But knew better. “Ooman child maker,” he began, hoping the words would come out right. Through the night, he’d learned form the two men that the words form the translation program didn’t form proper sentences. He couldn’t figure out why he could understand El so perfectly, when she wore her translator, that when using the same program in his mask, it sounded so…backwards. “much interest.”


“He’s interested…IN MY GRAND DAUGHTER!!!!”