A different type of warrior

5 , Communications

The squads hadn't reported. Fine, he knew what that meant. The comms records and the video showed them going into the nest before interference killed the feed. Bugs were still kicking. Now all he had to do in order to set himself up nicely for the next twenty five years or so was to get his hands on one of those marines before the embryo popped out of his chest. The current four to five million currency bounty on live bugs wasn't as high as it had been years before. However the company still placed a high value on researching the creatures despite the obvious dangers.



“Corporal Jenson, signal the protector, get us some more marines down here with containment gear. I want those marines found live or dead, and I mean now soldier.” He said



His aide rushed to do his duty, meanwhile Vander looked out over the huge crater again. He mused over the possibility of catching a live queen to bring back in chains, dollar signs dancing through his head.

Which he promptly shook, so much effort, so many lives, for such a small goal.



“Dropships will be arriving shortly sir!.” Said Jenson as he reentered the room. The make shift command center shifted a bit as the wind picked up outside, one of the infrequent rainstorms that roared down among the craggy hills was building out to the west. The dropships would have low visibility for their landing.



“When they arrive let them know we're going in as soon as the weather clears.” He said “Don't look at me like that Jenson, I don't care if it will be night, I want our men out of there live or dead.”

The aide left again to go do his job. It mattered little, they both knew that the squads were dead men by now.



She'd followed him, making sure to stay up wind. It mattered little, he knew she was there. It was a small matter, though it rested in the back of his head and prodded slightly at him. Her ability to keep up with the pace he set was interesting. Perhaps with proper training she could join him in the hunt of the Kainde Amedha. That was an interesting thought. He spotted the doe, her heat signature blaring with vibrance across his mask. He stopped for a moment, his body tense, his mind was unfocused, the female was near, the scent of their mating and the blood from where she'd been torn was still fresh in the air. The deer's ears swiveled about like independent radar dishes attempting to give it early warning of predation. Ka'ja'rand made up his mind and continued to wait, she would come to him soon enough, it was time for her to learn hand speak.



She knew he was hunting for food, he brought back one kill each day, she consumed a calf and a piece of the heart. He generally finished the rest of it before the evening was out. In the morning he left again. At this rate the amount of venison on the planet couldn't possibly keep up. He'd stopped, she could see his blurred outline, she'd gotten good at spotting it. The subtle distortion of the ground behind him breaking his outline just so. She watched for a moment. For such a good hunter he had no idea she was following him. Either that or he didn't care. Suddenly he deactivated his invisibility field. He was staring straight at her, she could feel his gaze from inside his breath mask. He motioned for her, using simple hand gestures. She was slightly disappointed that she hadn't remained undetected. However it couldn't be helped, so she left her position and sauntered over to him. The sway of her hips was lost on the hunter however he'd returned his attention to his prey as soon as Pyode Jehdin began closing the gap.



He signaled her again, this time telling her to keep low. She appeared to understand and crouched. How he wished for a combistaff so he could arm her and drive their kill into her so she could show him her prowess. Perhaps in another hunt. He used his hands and low clicks to tell her to follow him and then spread out to the left. The idea was simple enough, she couldn't possibly run as fast as he could, the deer would veer in her direction and he would kill it as it turned and lost speed.



The only problem was she had no idea what he was asking. She thought he wanted her to follow him, but she couldn't be sure. She crested the ridge slowly, not knowing what was on the other side. The deer stood relatively still, it's breath coming out as a mist as it sniffed the air, twitches sending shimmers down it's coat as it's muscles pulsed. It was nervous she could see that, had it caught her scent or heard her approach? She pulled her knife, leaving her pulse rifle slung, if she could creep up undetected she could kill the animal before it noticed her. She didn't have any qualms shooting it, it would just be a waste of her limited ammunition and she had the feeling the that the big guy had other plans.



Pyode Jehdin moved slowly at the ridge, he could see her outline. The animal had become agitated, it knew something was about to happen, it's ears back and it's muscles tense. He was excited, he breathed deep from his ventilator mask. Here he had a chance to prove his worth to his female. He didn't know when he had made that distinction but it was true. He would die for her, see her cubs grow to strength, and if she would keep him near, raise them in the arts so that they would become honorable hunters. Paya saw all things, it must have been ordained that this creature and he should meet, perhaps their offspring would be a superior combination of both species. He longed for a gene splicer, yet that meant confronting other Yutaja perhaps his own clan, perhaps others, it mattered not. He had taken liberties with an alien female. It would be difficult to explain at best. At worst he was a Bad Blood, yet he would not assume that role till he could converse with an elder. He trilled lowly in his mirth, if the female stayed with him, he did not care whether he was outcast, he was content.



Suddenly she moved, the small blade glinting light from the sun as she crouched approaching slowly from the blind side of the doe. Its radar like ears heard the grit of her boots on the rocky earth and it's head swung her direction. She was no more than three meters away from it, it froze, going stock still, hoping it's camouflage would conceal it. Kara crouched, her legs coiling tightly and tensing, she knew she would only get one chance before the deer outpaced her.



He maintained his position, keeping an eye on the surrounding territory awaiting her attack. If the animal remained still, the female would surely kill it. Her patience was admirable, she would be valuable on the hunt. She charged, her entire body springing forward in a lunging stride closing the distance between the mammal and herself.



His blood rushed through his veins as he charged after the doe, it's speed on the open ground was impressive and he had to push himself to keep up. The breakneck pace had left the female behind nearly a minute ago, but to her credit, she'd kept up for a beginning sprint. The animal was just too fast for her, and hadn't broken in her direction. That made it his, the adrenaline coursed through his body fueling his muscles the rich nitrogen in his ventilator pouring into his lungs as he sped forward for the kill.



She'd lost sight of the hunter and his prey at the entrance to a small valley, the grass here was still, the harsh winds of the plain not reaching it. The fast days of the planet speeding by left half the valley in shadow from it's high walls. His tracks ended as the dirt merged with the rocky slate of the waste that expanded out to the north from the temperate zone. She found herself at a loss as to where he had gone. She continued her run only to break left at a fork and exit the valley into what appeared to be a basin with a small lake. At the far end of the basin was something interesting though.



The pirates had landed in force on the planet, she took a moment to count their numbers. There were several landing craft, the had supply crates everywhere and the makings of a lengthy deployment base. She could see from her vantage point that they had been stripping the human structures of valuables for some time now. There was enough obvious gear to suggest that they'd reclaimed at least a few billion in currency from the place already, if not more. The long range communications array was worth over eight hundred million by itself if you could find a buyer. Pirates like this took advantage of whatever they could find, they plagued the outlying colonies raiding for slaves and stealing what they could to sell on the black market. The military being what it was just didn't have the manpower to guard every colony, they popped up too fast to monitor them all adequately. Here was a prime example of their lack. She wondered if the attack in space had been the same group's transport. It must have been. They hadn't approached with stealth, they'd taken off from the surface and hit the Cruiser from low orbit. She realized that she'd have to find a way to communicate with the hunter, and soon, their situation was precarious at best with the amount of threats on this planet. Though the short range shuttles gave her an idea, if they could get one, they could cryo-sleep on their way to another world, get off this death trap before the bugs realized there were a few hundred hosts just sitting here waiting to be eaten.



The hand grabbed a handful of her shirt and pulled her backward from her perch with a lurch. The arm that came around her neck was thick with corded muscles the hair on it greasy and unclean. He stank of machine oil and booze rotten on his breath as he spoke in low tones.



“Look what we've got here, a little marine whore to entertain us in the camp tonight.” He said



The pressure on her neck increased in increments, she couldn't speak. She could feel his hand roving over the curve of her ass, for once she was completely fine with being caught without pants. Her hands were free, did this fool think a girl carrying a pulse rifle was helpless? She unsheathed the blade quickly sending it up into the elbow at her neck cutting outward through the joint. He screamed and fell away his good arm snatching out and tearing her shirt half off. She twisted back into his grasp using the momentum of his grip to get inside his guard bringing the blade up into his sternum with both hands. He gurgled as he slowly slid to the ground. She proceeded to loot him quickly. He carried a pistol of a unknown make and some ammunition, his pockets were filled with greasy rags.



“Guess they'll miss you when they need something fixed.” she said.



Ka'ja'rand moved lightly with the deer on his shoulder, he'd picked up the scent of the female in the valley. She had fallen behind, but that was simply due to his massive stride. He reached the small crevasse where the doe had bounded to the right and scanned the ground, her tracks went down the left branch. He paused only a moment and then followed after. His worry for her safety was instinctual though he realized it was probably unfounded. His feet hit the earth sending the grit against the rocky terrain up in little clouds behind him. It was too dry here, he wished for some more humidity. The ravine emptied out in a basin and he found her there, finishing her own kill. He trilled low at this, she'd taken a Ooman male at close range with her blade. He moved over to her and greeted her with the customary hand gestures,



“A fine hunt today, yet your kill was more impressive.” He said



The big guy was back again, he moved his hands around a bit, she'd realized lately that he used this as a quiet form of communication. She thought it meant something to the order of “Hi.” He warbled at her, his guttural noises sounding pleased. Then he bent down setting his fresh kill on the ground in it's protective sack and lifted the guy's body. The ornate dagger came out of nowhere and he began cutting up the corpse. She had seen him do this once before to make a trophy out of that other guy yet this time was different. He was taking the meat.



He cleaned the Ooman quickly trusting her to keep watch over him. He worked the knife in and out quartering off the rich muscles from the bones. Then he thought better of it and took the entire hands and put them in his game bag. He would make her a necklace of the small finger bones and bind it on a cord. He heard the movement before he saw them.



The abrupt “Holy shit, Freddy no!” and the sound of the boots was all the warning she had. Yet her pulse rifle came up and the hunter moved lighting fast. The round discharged into the first pirate catching him in the clavicle drilling a hole through him and sending him flying. His friends opened fire as she dodged behind one of the stone outcroppings. The big guy dodged their fire, the distance simply wasn't great enough for them and he was far to fast. He was among them like a lion in a nursery. He did not pause. His Ka'cti-pa ripping through fiber, metal and flesh and leaving them rent where they stood. There were only three after the initial exchange between the female and the male. He felled two and the third began to run.



She'd scrambled up the side of the precipice to flank them from above when she caught the movement. One of the bastards was making a dash for it. If the sound of her gun wasn't enough to alert the camp he surely would. She dialed him in, the rifle pressing heavy into her shoulder, the trigger eased while her breath held halfway exhaled. The bark of the rifle and the resounding wet sticky smack as the man's head descentigrated were oddly satisfying. She had a brief moment of wonder at the fact she no longer felt even remotely remorseful in taking another man's life.



He cleaned himself off, there was a deal of gore from the second one, he'd gutted him with a quick sweeping motion as he'd fired into the back plate of his armor. One of the rounds was lodged next to the bone of his shoulder, deep in his flesh, he would have to remove it or have the female do it as it would reduce his range of motion. Still he was glad these Oomans were not armed with the same burners his female was carrying, or the wound would have been much more severe. He chittered and signaled for her to come down.



Coming back down was slower than scaling the face of the crevasse. Climbing it wasn't the problem, she found that easy enough, it was the fact that once she was up, she realized how risky a fall from this height would be. She joined the hunter on the ground, he having shouldered his bags, and then proceeded to follow him and his great looping strides in a half sprint in order to keep pace. The big guy absolutely ate distance. Soon the sun was beginning its final decline into the horizon, soon the bugs would come out to play, soon they would be attracted to the new human activity, and soon a lot of people were going to die.



The Sarge looked at his men, or what was left of them. They were running out of food, the com link was dead, only cracking static when they tried to call out for evac. Every night they heard the bugs skittering around, though at this point they still hadn't found a way into their little shelter. Dutch and Sarah had given up all pretense of being anything other than crazy about each other. He was glad about that, though they could have picked a better time.



“We need to get out of here...”

There it was again, that damn rallying cry he had heard for the last few days. Dutch and Sarah kept shut the fuck up, aside from the noises they made when they thought everyone was sleeping. Hell, he didn't mean to intrude, but he couldn't help but watch when sleep evaded him and only the pounding pain in his head kept him company. He didn't feel like moving. He didn't feel like fighting. However he was in charge now that he was awake, he owed it to the men.



“First light, we'll move out of this hole, we're breaking for the edge of the compound crater. If we make it there we should have a clear signal and be able to get evac.” He said



There were grunts, and some shifting around, yet no one said anything. They knew the odds. He almost felt sorry for the bastards, he knew he was least likely to make it, his ribs were in shit condition, and his head made moving difficult at best. Yet it was the best he could do for them.



The morning never came. He woke, his sleep so very light due to his injuries to the soft panting of Sarah as Dutch spooned her against the wall, he could see the steam outline on the metal from her breath in the dim light of their last working flashlight. Then he heard something else. A skittering noise. The face hugger leapt from the ventilation duct latching onto one of the sleeping men with a slick thunk. Dutch spun his still ridged cock slopping juice as it twisted sideways out of Sarah he unholstered his pistol bringing it to bear and discharged the weapon into the face of the now doomed marine as he scrambled around on the deck.



“Good reactions considering what you were doing.” Said the Sarge.



“Mallan you perverted bastard, how long were you watching?” Asked Sarah as she fiddled with her pants bringing them up over her rounded ass and buckling her belt. The other marines were stirring, and so was something else. They heard it banging in the same vent duct the face hugger had come in from. The marines freshly awake took stock of their dead friend and freaked out a bit. Mallan slung the pulse rifle to his good shoulder keeping it trained on the vent.



“Checking out early are we mister Dutch?” He asked

“Sounds about right you voyeuristic fuck.” Said the armorer



The big man cracked the door and pushed their improvised barricade out of the way. It fell with a crash and he spilled out into the hall, he's purloined the dead marine's weapon scanning the hall for targets, Sarah fell in behind him, her heat and the scent of their sex still fresh on her. She stayed close to him, call if pack instinct if you will. The motion tracker was going fucking nuts. The blips from their team moved out of the room. Mallan was the last out, he took one last look at the duct as it rattled with it's most likely hostile inhabitant and he sent them a parting gift. The grenade burst ripping their hiding place with a burst of heat and light the flash ruining their night vision for a moment. Sarah scorched the hall behind them with a withering flame, and the hiss shrieks of the Xenos started from beyond.



“Dutch, you're on point, I'll hold the rear.” Said Mallan

“Frankly sir, fuck you.” Said Dutch before grudgingly taking the position.

Mallan couldn't help but smile, the marine had sense, whoever was in back had to hold off the bugs while the people in front cleared their advance.



They made pretty good time considering the Sarge was wounded, the hall wound back toward the surface. At first the bugs had acted interested, they made probing assaults from all sides, soon however the attacks dwindled. Mallan couldn't fathom the reasoning and didn't have time to question Dutch about it. The end of the tunnel came to them in a rush. The fiery haze of the pre-dawn sun just cresting the horizon in the east as they spilled out into the chill morning air from what they assumed was their tomb only to encounter something they hadn't expected.



There were two of them moving at the edge of the compound towards some of the interior buildings. They were bipedal yet at this distance Mallan couldn't tell what they were unaided. He put the Binocs to his eyes and dialed the digital range finder. He was almost shocked. There was Kara sprinting to keep up with the heavily laden hunter. She was armed to the teeth, that was unsuprising yet here his understanding fled as he was unable to fathom why it was she was running around half dressed.



“Tits of steel,” He muttered “Should have known she'd be fine.”

“Dutch we need to talk a bit.” Said Mallan



He was feeling suddenly very disinterested in heading back to base. His mission had felt like suicide when he led his men in, it had turned into suicide as he watched his friends die. Now having seen Kara running wild with the warrior he'd come to a similar conclusion. It was time to go awol before the company got him killed too. So the Sarge took the big machinist aside and pondered over the question a bit with him. Dutch it seemed was of a similar mind and knew Sarah would follow him anywhere now. The others...



Ka'ja'rand watched the Oomans from a safe distance, he'd recognized the bull male and his female. The other alpha in the pack was injured, it seemed he would relinquish his title to the new bull soon. The other Ooman warriors appeared agitated, he had no time for this however. Pyode Jehdin was waiting on him. He flipped his voice recorder off and reminded himself to play it for her when they reached camp. He found her where he'd told her to remain. She was obedient, that was good, her difference to him during their hunts would be needed to keep her alive. Her Ooman garb was in tatters, partially his fault, she shivered, the sweat and the chill air doing their part to bring her body temperature back down from their long run. He motioned her to follow, telling her it would only be a bit further and then they could rest in safety.



She'd been happy to take a break from the run, she figured it to be about eight or nine kilometers since they began their trek in the middle of the night. He returned to her quickly enough, made some noises she didn't understand and then motioned for her to follow again. At least the hand signals were becoming clear. In time she was sure she would understand what he meant even by the way he cocked his head. As they ran she thought she could hear the brief bursts of pulse rifle fire in the distance. She ignored it and continued on. Whatever problems her fellow man was encountering, he would have to deal with it on his own. She wasn't human anymore.



They returned to their camp in the freezer, Ka'ja'rand or so he called himself busied about hanging their kill and cleaning parts of the man she'd killed. She spent her time working on her dismal supply of clothing. Her shirt was ruined after the encounter with the mechanic. The hunter had destroyed her pants in his lustful frenzy. So she converted these items into a rough bag with a cord so she could sling it from her shoulder. Her modesty no longer something to even consider, the utility of being able to carry things was easy enough to understand. They finished their tasks and went about getting ready to sleep, the quick day was nearly over already, sleep came quickly to her exhausted and battered body, she needed time to rest and heal.



She woke before he did, there was a first for everything. It wasn't a wake from slumber due to being fully rested however. She woke to a more... pressing matter. She found that like men of her species, males of her new friend's race were prone to excitement at the time right before they awoke. She took her time examining it. The dim light casting the thing in shadow. It was yellowish, the spots that covered his body much smaller here but still apparent. The head of it swelled into a classic mushroom shape yet there were two openings, one over the other. The second of these was much larger. She assumed that males of his species must have separate plumbing for reproduction and urination. She put it too her mind to find out. She cupped his balls lightly messaging them and began working his huge shaft with the side of her mouth. He woke quickly looking down at what she was doing. His expression hidden behind his mask. Yet she could tell he was enjoying her attention. His pulse was heavy in his prick, throbbing silently, expanding with each beat of his heart the swell of it, and it's head in her hands made her wet. Yet she didn't think to take it in her still healing hole. She dropped his heavy balls for a moment pressing her palm to his stomach feeling the corded muscle there tensing, he was close she could tell to losing control again. Yet she pushed him down and he stayed. His cock began to leak moisture from the larger hole, it was slippery and she used it to lube him up stroking him with a slight twisting motion and using her tongue and mouth to stimulate his head. His hips made small thrusting motions so she lay down quickly and snugged the thing between her tits. Milking it in a simplified fucking motion tasting him with her tongue as she moved up and down with increasing rapidity.



Her soft mounds were so smooth against him even with the pressure she was applying, he couldn't contain himself any longer he felt it building inside him. Yet he dare not move lest he offend her, lest he chase her away. He obeyed her and remained still. His climax came crashing through him he could feel his seed leaving him in great torrents shooting all over his little mate.



Holy shit there was a lot, she caught some of it in her mouth, but the pressure which it came out of him made swallowing it all impossible there was more than a complete mouthful it crashed against her chest and neck driplits spraying against her face and soaking her hair. His low roar was muted behind the shock of the incredible amount of goo he produced. It tasted salty, almost the consistency of yogurt but hot, his body temperature higher than hers. Some of it was runny and thin but there we gobs of it that stuck in place and oozed slowly down her. She began wiping it off and smearing it on the ground. She'd completely forgotten to check which hole it came out of... She would try again later.



Sorry for the Delay in getting this chapter done, but my novel is consuming most of my writing time. I'll update when I can however. Fap on!

Thanks for reading this far. Sixth chapter coming soon!