The Collection

A/N: I would like to thank Jasmo who was kind and awesome enough to draw some excellent pictures of Lyra and Da’ar. Here are the links to the images:
Lyra and Da’ar: http://jasmo.deviantart.com/art/Lyra-and-Da-ar-129051976
Lyra: http://jasmo.deviantart.com/art/Lyra-129506601


Chapter 5: Assault


Walking behind Bha’ruk through the corridor, Da’ar had to raise a brow at the Natranian’s behavior in the elevator. In the research he had done on Natranians, no source said anything about the females being so aggressive outside of protective mothers. But that was a natural trait for most species. This female showed such physical defiance towards the elder, though who could blame her with his stifling movements?

Da’ar also wondered if she had understood his message despite the raspy cough. Learning a new language wasn’t the difficult part, it was actually using that language especially one that grated on the throat. Coughing was one way to speak her language that didn’t hurt, but it might have been lost on her. Da’ar shook his head, knowing right now he needed to study the layout of the vessel and pay attention to Bha’ruk’s instructions.

“Here are your quarters,” Bha’ruk growled as a door opened on the right side of the corridor.

Stopping in front of the entrance, Da’ar bowed his head to the elder, stepping inside the sparse unit, having only a bed and small weapons case. It was smaller than the sleeping quarters on his ship, but then again, his quarters were built just for him and a possible guest. He had to snort to himself about that since there had never been a guest on his cruiser; Da’ar had already heard most of the rumors regarding himself. There was no point in fooling himself into thinking that any Yautja would readily accept or join him, thus he was satisfied living alone on the vessel.

“Thank you, Elder,” Da’ar clicked, keeping his eyes lowered before Bha’ruk, but he still felt the sharp eyes of the elder scrutinizing him. “Is there anything that you need of me now?”

“Go see the healer.” Bha’ruk curled his upper mandible in a sneer of disgust. “Who knows what you might have been around before coming here? After that, head to the sparring ring for drills.”

Nodding, Da’ar brought a fist over his chest and bowed deeply, moving back into the outer hall and towards the elevator. He stopped when Bha’ruk growled, “Remember what I said about any of my females who might be in the medical facility. Do not enter or speak with any of them.”

“Yes, Elder.” The black Yautja faced Bha’ruk and bowed once more, remaining in that position until after Bha’ruk had turned away and moved around the bend in the corridor. Da’ar’s gaze narrowed into a glare briefly before he inhaled and made his way to the elevators. ‘Doesn’t want any other male getting near the females…I wonder what happens when one of the crew goes into a must.’ He pushed that train of thought aside, thinking it would do no good at this point.

Striding to the elevator, he found the next lift was empty of occupants and he pressed in the code for the medical level. Da’ar tapped a claw against the metal wall, reminding himself that he shouldn’t discuss anything with Ta’al now. As it stood, he didn’t even know the healer and should behave as such; he would discreetly remind Ta’al if needed but it was doubtful the healer would speak to him in a familiar way.

A whiff of the Natranian’s scent came to him, and Da’ar recalled Bha’ruk’s “promise” to consummate their mating soon. Perhaps there would be a way to save her from the fate Bha’ruk had in store for her…but Da’ar’s plan right now would take time to put into motion. Time that Natra did not have before Bha’ruk “claimed” her by force. Growling to himself, the dark Yautja exhaled in a huff, irked that the elevator wasn’t moving faster.

Finally the doors slid open, and Da’ar began his trek down the hall towards where the medical facilities were. Turning the corner, he stopped short in time to miss barreling right into the blue-skinned healer. Da’ar stood up straight and raised a fist to his chest, showing respect to the healer as was custom in addressing one in this profession.

Ta’al blinked in surprise at seeing his ally right in front of him, but quickly remembered he didn’t know the Yautja yet. Raising a curious brow, he asked, “Who are you? What business do you have here?”

“I am Da’ar, a recent arrival to the ship,” Da’ar responded, meeting the silver gaze of the healer. “The elder said I should see you…my guess is because of outside disease.”

“Indeed.” Ta’al clicked, mentally rolling his eyes that Bha’ruk would take such care in preventing impurities from contaminating the ship. “Come with me then, Da’ar was it? I’m Ta’al, healer of the Ty’rath-di.”

Nodding to the healer, Da’ar followed Ta’al around the corridor to the medical facility, raising a brow when he saw two figures standing near the entrance. One of them was a female, the Cerpantian from what he recalled in Ta’al’s reports. Her green slit eyes met his briefly before darting back to the healer.

“Sitana? Is something wrong?” Ta’al asked the female as he and Da’ar approached.

Sitana shook her head, looking at the floor and hissing, “I am feeling a little sssore, Healer Ta’al…and hoped to ussse sssome of your sssalve, pleassse.”

“Of course,” he nodded, turning to face the black Yautja. “You’ll have to wait here until I’m finished with Sitana.”

Da’ar moved to the wall opposite the entrance to the facility, crossing his arms and taking a stance. His calm stare said he would wait but the healer would be wise not to take long. Glancing at the male standing with the Cerpantian, the dark Yautja watched him flinch and step to the side of the door as the female and Ta’al walked inside.

“Sitana, where exactly are you sore?” Ta’al asked, going to the cabinet for his salves. He kept a ready stock of them simply because he didn’t know which female would need it and how much either. The amount usually depended on Bha’ruk’s mood…and sometimes even which female as he remembered with Rani a few days ago. Clenching a fist, Ta’al recalled how he had to staunch the vaginal bleeding the large Vulfrani female suffered at the elder’s most recent joining.

“Actually…it isss only my back and neck,” she hissed softly, placing her hands on the examination table separating them. “If you could apply sssome there, it would be great relief…pleassse, Ta’al.”

Nodding to her, the healer found the salve he was looking for and moved behind Sitana, spreading some of the salve on his hands. Ta’al rubbed his palms over her shoulders and neck, feeling the smooth scales warm under his touch. The tension in her muscles slowly eased under his gentle hands, and she sighed breathily, almost too soft for ears to pick up.

Hearing her, Ta’al stopped and moved back, clearing his throat and replacing the salve. “How is, uh, Rani feeling now?”

“She isss well…but hasss been in her room for the passst two daysss,” Sitana replied; the tendrils hanging about her head seemed to droop just as soon as the healer stopped. “I should go and check on her…and Natra asss well…though she wasss here already, right?”

Ta’al rearranged some of the salves, switching two vials and then moving another to the other end of the cabinet almost not hearing her quiet tone. “Hmmm? Oh, yes, I released her back into O’ni’s care, and I believe she’s in her room.”

Sitana nodded, her eyes glancing around the room, yet somehow always moving to look at the blue-skinned healer’s back. “I will go then…I didn’t mean to trouble you, Healer Ta’al.” Walking to the doors, she stopped when he closed the cabinet door and coughed.

“You don’t trouble me, Sitana, not when you need medical assistance,” he told her, slowly moving around the table. His voice dropped to a whisper. “If you ever need my help…just ask…and be careful.”

Facing Ta’al, she stared in his silver eyes before her mouth curved up in a small smile. “I will be careful…Ta’al.”

The healer nodded, clearing his throat once more and opening the doors for Sitana. As she left the room, Ta’al felt something thin and soft brush against his ankle, and he looked up to watch the Cerpantian female stride down the corridor with her tail curling gently, her guard trailing after her. Swallowing carefully, he blinked and glanced at Da’ar still standing across from the doors. “Come in, Da’ar, we’ll get you situated here.”

“Indeed,” Da’ar clicked, briefly watching the female before he moved inside.


“So he hasn’t claimed Natra yet…but still, what he does to the other females, what he did when they didn’t obey him…” Ta’al stopped his explanation, clenching his fists and gritting his inner teeth. Inhaling slowly, he released the breath in a long huff then met Da’ar’s steady stare. “We must get them out of here, Da’ar…as soon as possible.”

Clicking a mandible, Da’ar closed his eyes before shaking his head. “It will take some time, Ta’al, more than just a day or two.”

“Why must we wait? By then it will be too late for Natra!” Ta’al snarled as he raised a fist then slowly lowered it when Da’ar’s fierce golden eyes flashed open.

“It is my method, Ta’al,” a low hiss came from the black Yautja as he continued to stare at the healer. “You think I don’t want to get them out immediately? After seeing the apprehensive state of Natra and even the Cerpantian, I would demand the Black Hunter himself assist us if I could. But all you have is me.”

Ta’al swallowed carefully, bowing his head to Da’ar, the only one who could possibly help in rescuing the females. “My apologies…I’ve seen so much happen here…perhaps it’s finally getting to me.”

Placing a strong hand on the healer’s shoulder, Da’ar shook it in friendship. “We can’t have that, my friend, not when they need you. Stay focused and alert.”

“Yes…” Ta’al nodded firmly, shaking the black warrior’s shoulder in return. “What’s to be done now?”

“For now, just keep monitoring all six females as you normally would,” Da’ar clicked, looking around the facility.

The healer tapped a claw against the examination table, and then looked up suddenly. “Da’ar, watch out for Ji’ran, a warrior with a scar along the left side of his face. He’s had an…interest in Natra ever since he brought her here, and I would not trust him to obey Bha’ruk fully.”

“I remember he was the one who answered my message to the ship before I boarded…I’ll keep an eye on him.” The black Yautja moved to the sliding doors, leaving the medical facility and heading back towards the lifts.


xXx


“Are you sssure there isss no remaining damage, Natra?” Sitana asked, looking at the Natranian with a concerned gaze.

“Sitana, I told you, my people have a healing element that allows us a fast recovery from injuries,” Lyra answered, patting the Cerpantian’s hand. “I’m fine now, but I’d be better off if we didn’t have to be around that monster.”

Sighing heavily, Sitana nodded. “I concur…but I would ssstill ressst if I were you. It might keep Bha’ruk at bay for a little longer.”

A shudder coursed through Lyra and she grimaced at the very idea of Bha’ruk trying to mate with her. Staring at Sitana, she couldn’t help feeling such pain for the Cerpantian and the others who had been subjected to forced mating. Lyra had sworn she wouldn’t allow him to mate with her…but after what he had already done, she wasn’t sure how long she could withstand that sort of power. Even with her skills, they were best used in distance fighting, and unfortunately this ship didn’t allow her that luxury.

“Well, if you feel up to it, why don’t you join usss in the lounge, Natra?” Sitana suggested, making Lyra blink and return her focus to the Cerpantian.

Nodding her head, Lyra smiled. “I might do that in a little bit. Tell Vanika not to worry too, please, Sitana?”

“You know she cannot help worrying, Natra...ssstill I will try,” Sitana said and rose from her seat at the foot of Lyra’s bed, heading outside the sliding door. Her guard followed the female, leaving O’ni in front of Lyra’s door, his hand tightly gripping his spear.

O’ni couldn’t get Ta’al’s words out of his mind, and he glared down one side of the corridor. ‘Guard her well, O’ni.’ The warrior shook his head, rolling his wide shoulders in an unsuccessful attempt to relax. Something gnawed at him, almost to the point of distraction, but he couldn’t allow his post to be left unguarded. Bha’ruk had placed Natra within his care and O’ni would not let the elder down.

Turning his head, O’ni heard the door slide open as Lyra’s hooves softly clinked against the metal flooring. He faced her and nodded his head as she said, “O’ni, I think I’d like to go to the lounge.”

When he motioned her ahead of him, Lyra started down the corridor, hearing his heavy footfalls behind her. She knew being around the others would probably help her feel a little better, but she hoped Vanika wouldn’t fuss as she did with the other females.

Suddenly, Lyra froze in the hallway as a scent came to her nostrils, one she knew all too well. Looking up, she saw the kidnapper, Ji’ran, materialize just ahead in the corridor, and she stepped back, balling her hands into fists. A hand fell on her shoulder, and she heard O’ni growl, “Natra, I’ll deal with him. Go now.”

Ji’ran’s eyes never left Lyra even after she stepped behind O’ni; the lieutenant’s chest expanded as his lungs filled with her scent. The male was too far within his must state for him to control his urges, and he moved forward, purring, “Natra…”

“Lieutenant, stay back,” O’ni growled lowly, raising his spear in a defensive stance. The guard nearly choked on the musk Ji’ran gave off, but his duty was to protect Natra. Still, fighting a male who was in a state of must would not be an easy task.

Ji’ran’s narrowed eyes shifted to O’ni, growling, “Meddlesome pest…do not order me.”

Watching the two males square off, Lyra remained still just several meters behind O’ni, not wanting to draw attention back to her. She knew if she ran now, it would trigger the baser predatory instinct to pursue; her mother’s words echoed in her mind, ‘It is not in a female Natranian’s nature to fight as you and I do, Lyra. They lean more towards fleeing rather than fighting. But there are times when flight is not what should be done as it tugs on the nature of your pursuer. Sometimes the best thing to do is to wait…’

Ji’ran lunged towards O’ni, and the guard twisted his spear to the side, striking the lieutenant across the shoulder. Continuing the spear in a downward sweeping arc, O’ni brought the weapon against Ji’ran’s ankles, forcing the Yautja off his feet and onto his back. O’ni brought the spear tip under Ji’ran’s chin, glaring down at the lieutenant. “Don’t move or I will kill you, Lieutenant.”

Lyra released a breath that she didn’t realize she’d been holding until now as she saw O’ni had the situation under control. She swallowed thickly and watched the two carefully, still unsure about moving from her position.

“You take your task too seriously, O’ni,” Ji’ran clicked, staring up at the guard before glancing in Lyra’s direction. “You know…we could both have her.”

“Natra is the elder’s female, and I have been ordered to protect her. You would be wise to leave her be,” O’ni snarled, curling his mandibles in disgust.

Ji’ran narrowed his eyes, swiftly bringing up his hand and grasping just above the spear tip. Twisting his wrist, the lieutenant pulled the spear to the side, using the base and his legs to propel O’ni over him, slamming the warrior to the floor. The yautja leapt to his feet, yanking the spear free of O’ni’s grasp and driving the weapon straight through the guard’s thigh, ripping an agonized roar from the guard’s mouth. Using extra force, Ji’ran forced the spear through the metal floor, pinning the guard’s leg there.

Gritting his teeth, O’ni glared up at Ji’ran as the lieutenant returned his attention to the one he desired while she stood staring at the scene with wide, shocked eyes. “Natra, run now!” O’ni bellowed, despite the pain shooting through his leg. She bolted down the hallway, her long legs carrying her away swiftly even as Ji’ran started after her. Raising his wrist, O’ni called Ta’al, growling, “Healer, we have a problem…on the Elder’s level.”

“What is it, O’ni?” Ta’al’s voice came over the wrist communicator.

“Ji’ran’s in a must.”

“Pauk! Where’s Natra?”

“Running…some help would be good.” O’ni ended the conversation, glaring at Ji’ran dashing after the Natranian.


xXx


“Elder!” Ta’al’s voice clicked through Bha’ruk’s communicator as he was in the hangar overseeing the inspection of Da’ar vessel, and the Elder lifted his mandibles in annoyance as he lifted his wrist.

“What is it, Healer?”

Bha’ruk heard the healer take a slow breath before he spoke. “Ji’ran is on your personal level, Elder. O’ni informed me that the lieutenant came for Natra…and is now in pursuit of her.”

The Elder’s eyes widened before narrowing into a fierce glare, and his hands clenched so tightly the knuckles cracked horribly. Several warriors looked at the Elder, stepping back when they saw the darkness in his eyes. His voice was a low growl as he demanded, “And where the pauk is O’ni now?”

“Incapacitated. He reported to me…before the connection was cut,” Ta’al answered hesitantly. “Elder?”

A roar burst from Bha’ruk’s throat as he threw his head back furiously, smashing his fist and gauntlet against the wall behind him. Electricity crackled along the damaged gauntlet, but this did not deter the Elder’s glare from fixing on the elevator as his pumping legs propelled him there just as a lift arrived. Gripping the necks of the two soldiers inside, Bha’ruk flung them outside with another roar as he stabbed in the key for his level.


xXx


Air rushed in and out of her lungs as Lyra’s hooves pounded against the metal floor, trying to put as much distance between her and the pursuing yautja. “Help! Someone, help me!” she shrieked, unsure that any of the others would hear her cries. Reaching the end of the corridor, her eyes widened in panic as she looked behind to see Ji’ran pounding closer to her.

Swallowing hard, Lyra balled her hands into fists, bringing her leg back and kicking out as soon as he was within range. Her hoof struck his jaw, almost forcing him off balance, but he regained his footing, turning his head to face her with lust-filled eyes. With wide eyes, she searched desperately for a weak point on his body, seeing only his limbs as the open areas of his form. ‘No good, no good…think, think, think!’

When Ji’ran reached out for her, Lyra screamed and brought her fist up, striking under his chin and forcing his head back with a grunt. She tried to maneuver around him, but Ji’ran recovered fast, snatching her arm and yanking her against him. “No, my Natra…won’t escape that easily,” he growled softly to her.

“Let go of me, kidnapper!” she shrieked, twisting and squirming to free herself in vain.

Ji’ran chuckled darkly as he moved Lyra against the closed end of the corridor, keeping his body between her and the hall opening. Wrapping a powerful arm around her torso and arms, he leaned close to her bare neck, flaring his mandibles and groaning as he scented her. “Still new…your scent’s as I remember…” His tongue snaked out of his mouth, licking along her neck and up to her pointed ear, and Lyra flinched away in disgust.

With his free hand, Ji’ran reached down to grab the edge of her dress, tearing the cloth that hid her nether regions. She screamed and pushed against him, trying to break free but he tightened his hold on her, his mandibles nipping down her soft neck. This failed to calm her, but he was beyond caring about Lyra’s comforts as his free hand cupped along her bare sex despite her legs clamping together.

Lyra’s eyes flew wide when she felt his hand touch her, shoving against him even more and kicking out with her legs. Shrieking, she struggled within his grasp even more when his fingers pushed through her thighs and prodded against her nether lips. “No! Stop it, stop it, stop!”

Almost instantly, his fingers halted in their search for her opening and he stopped biting her neck; Lyra panted heavily as her heart hammered against her chest. Had she gotten through? Had she made him stop? She shook her head, doubting that was the case, and she looked over her shoulder to see a sight that made her eyes grow large.

A powerful, black arm was hooked around Ji’ran’s neck, and Lyra could see the cold amber stare of the black Yautja as he held her attacker. ‘How did he…get here so fast? When did he arrive?’ Thoughts spun through her mind as Lyra swallowed slowly, not wanting to do anything to urge Ji’ran to continue.

“Release her now,” Da’ar growled low in his chest as his arm tightened around Ji’ran’s neck, choking him enough to make the lieutenant gag before relaxing his arm. The black Yautja looked at Lyra, meeting her dark eyes briefly before returning his stare to Ji’ran. Paya had favored him, as he had arrived before the Natranian was greatly harmed; it was fortunate that Ta’al had contacted Da’ar while he was inside the lift. Still, Da’ar needed to get Ji’ran away from her, and with the tough hold the must-driven Yautja had on her, it would prove no easy task. “Ji’ran…if you value your life, let her go now.”

“No…she is mine…” Ji’ran growled as his arm around Lyra stiffened, his tongue lapping against her neck once more as she cringed.

“You fool!” Da’ar snarled, yanking Ji’ran’s neck and head back. “I’m sure Elder Bha’ruk is on his way…you know what he will do to you for this! Release her now and he might allow you to keep your life.”

“Don’t…care…” Ji’ran rasped through his constricted throat, but despite straining to keep Lyra, he began to grow dizzy. The arm around her torso was slowly slackening as Ji’ran struggled to remain conscious. Finally, he released her and she shifted away from him, glaring at Ji’ran and keeping her back against the wall. He dropped to his knees on the floor when Da’ar let him go and moved to stand in front of Lyra.

Da’ar shook his head, glancing over his shoulder at the Natranian, asking, “Are you all right?”

“Yes…thank you,” she said hesitantly, looking at his broad back as he stayed between her and Ji’ran. Lyra clenched her flat teeth, inhaling deep breaths through her nose in order to slow her breathing. “How is O’ni? Did you see him?”

“My order was to help you, but when I did pass him in the hallway, he waved me off telling me to get to you.” Da’ar’s mandibles quirked in a sort of smile as he thought about the warrior pinned to the floor growling that the Natranian needed more help than him. “The healer was on his way up as well, so your guard should receive assistance soon.”

Suddenly a roar thundered within the corridor walls, making Lyra stiffen and step further behind the black Yautja. She swallowed carefully as her heart sped up once more, beating wildly within her chest. There was something…horrid in the air; she could almost feel it starting to thicken around her as she tried to slow her breathing.

‘This won’t end well,’ Da’ar thought, raising a brow as he heard Bha’ruk’s enraged roar from the far end of the hallway. Looking down at Ji’ran as the lieutenant still eyed the Natranian, Da’ar growled and moved his bulky body to block all view of her from the Yautja on the floor. He glanced briefly at the female behind him as her breathing quickened slightly; it was odd since she had just been somewhat calmer only moments before.

Hearing footsteps pounding closer, Da’ar returned his attention to the approaching elder as Bha’ruk rounded the corner, his mandibles splayed in fury. He was upon Ji’ran before the lieutenant could even turn around to face the larger Yautja. Grabbing and hefting him up by the neck, Bha’ruk roared into Ji’ran’s face, eyes aflame. “You worthless piece of c’jit! Dare to touch one of my females?!”

Gasping for breath, Ji’ran could barely look at the elder holding him up by the neck, but he managed to grit his teeth and glare into the fiery stare, hissing, “I…caught…her…”

“Pauk’de c’jit,” Bha’ruk growled deep in his chest as he swung Ji’ran around, slamming him against the wall and watching him collapse to the floor. Bringing back his foot, the elder swung his leg up, striking across Ji’ran’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. He reached down and grabbed a cluster of Ji’ran’s locks, hefting him high and smashing his fist against the lieutenant’s face, breaking two mandibles.

Da’ar watched the scene quietly, not wanting to leave Lyra unguarded, but something else drew his focus away from the beating Ji’ran was receiving. Wheezing sounds made him turn his head to look at the female as her eyes were so large, he could see the whites around the violet spheres. He frowned and faced her fully, wracking his mind to recall what could cause this sort of behavior in a Natranian. Then, he stopped. ‘Bloodlust…death…they can sense it,’ he thought, looking back at Bha’ruk striking Ji’ran. ‘If they witness it…if they are around violent death…’

“Elder, you must stop!” Da’ar growled, moving towards the two males. “Please, Elder, don’t do this!”

Without even taking his attention off Ji’ran, Bha’ruk snarled, “You dare to say I have no claim to this…maggot’s life?! He has touched what is mine, so his life is mine to take!”

“That’s not what I meant, Elder!” The black Yautja looked from Bha’ruk to Ji’ran’s bloodied face and then to Lyra, watching her fall to her knees. “Do not kill him in front of her!”

The words fell upon deaf ears as Bha’ruk’s fist landed across Ji’ran’s jaw, snapping the bones horribly loud. Bringing his hand back, taloned fingers outstretched, the elder’s sharp claws raked across Ji’ran’s limbs and chest, drawing more lines of green blood.

Returning his attention back to Lyra, Da’ar placed his body directly in her line of vision, blocking the sight with his bulk. He clamped his hands against her ears to stifle the sounds, praying that he could prevent her from witnessing what her people were never meant to experience. But as he looked at her eyes, still almost frighteningly wide, Da’ar wondered if it was too late. When the warrior saw her blink, he thought she was somehow pulling herself back and away from the gruesome act behind him.

“Now, traitor…die,” Bha’ruk growled as he gripped Ji’ran’s locks, bracing his free arm at his side. Claws dove into the lieutenant’s neck, ripping apart flesh as green blood gushed down his chest, Ji’ran gurgling for air. Releasing his hold, Bha’ruk watched his former lieutenant drop limply against the floor, Ji’ran’s mouth falling open as his chest spasmed once before he grew still.

Da’ar released a relieved sigh as he heard the death throes cease, but looked at Lyra and stiffened. Her eyes were still just as wide as before but her nostrils were flared, and he cursed inside as the stench of death reached his olfactory system. Slowly removing his hands from her ears, Da’ar waited tensely for whatever might happen.

A strangled gasp flew from her mouth, and Lyra’s eyes glazed over as she crumpled to the floor in a lifeless heap.


TBC


A/N: Yes, I know! An update and then another ending like that. Still I think the story pace has increased and my creativity is slowly returning, so hopefully there will be an update sooner rather than later. Many many many thanks to my readers especially: chancelor22 (Are you still having visions of that silly statue? lol Yeah, I think that’s how most people feel about what Da’ar should do to Bha’ruk); Shyann (I hope this ended the torture more…even with the ending as it is, lol); Death God Dist (Don’t worry, I plan on finishing this story and “Know” if it kills me, and I’m glad you’re liking my characters); amaria (Many thanks, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story); Firefly (Hope you liked this chapter just as much); noneyowax (Happy that you were satisfied? lol); aquamum (Yes, almost creepy, isn’t it?); Bee (heehee, I like the dark Yautja too); midnighteyes (Updating, I’m updating!); Vyperbites (I thought I would try out something featuring non-human even if they are humanoid); Helical (Awww, thank you, I’m happy you’re enjoying the story); ginstar3 (Hope this chapter was to your liking as well).