The Ripple of a Stone

The Ripple of a Stone


Hello Gorgeous

Authors Note: This story I have written may not be exact with the customs and culture founded by the Predator movies, comics or stories but I have tired to stay in the area of their beliefs and ways. I have brought in elements from each of the categories and have combined them into one. I do not own Predator. Updates will be regular and changes will be made if any suggestions are made for me. Pronunciations at bottom. Some of the mentioned items in the Yautja world are made up by me. Good Reading.

E.M.

She couldn’t believe it, how could he do it? How could the General have done this? He left her here to die. She’s dead…no mater what she does. Whether by those devils things or the bomb she is doomed. She couldn’t help but get frustrated, but she was hurt more than anything. She wasn’t sure if it was from being left behind by the General, or that she wasn’t going fulfill a promise to Allen. She was on the verge of exploding, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. As she sat on the sandy ground, the rock and stone digging into her knees, she starts to punch the earth with her fists. Shrieking and shouting at the ground as if it was its fault that she is here, as if it could have done something to save her. She just kept hitting it with all she had, even after her knuckles started to bleed. The ground had begun to form into little balls of blood sand, making odd little orbs of red. She just kept punching, bringing her fists down over and over. Soon though her anger was gone and now she was filled with sadness and fear. She didn’t want to wait here to die all by herself. She should have stayed with Allen after all. Her death would be comforting right now, she had tried she really did. She gave her all to get of the island but she can’t, she just can’t. She hoped that in the next life, if there was one, that she would meet Allen. Maybe he was already waiting for her? Or what if he wasn’t? Even now she felt like she couldn’t breathe with out him, like her breathes were only for him, like her hands were only for him and would never touch another living soul, her lips to never kiss another, her heart to never find all of those trillion pieces it broke into and become whole again. Because she had been broken. She couldn’t do it anymore, not without him. She had to be at his side when her world finally crumbled. She had to hold him as the bomb fell on them, she just had to. Taking a deep breath she stood, turned back towards to main road and began to sprint. She had every intention of running back to Allen just as the weapon fell, her objective was to let nothing get in her way to get back to him…or so she thought until she slammed into something solid, hitting her head hard on something metal and falling to her ass with a loud thump. Instinctively she brought up her hand to her head but immediately regretted it as it hit the exact spot of where her head contacted with something metal.

“DAMN IT!” She yells out. Gently she pokes the dent on her forehead. “Its not as bad as a hangover but shit…owe!” What the hell did I hit? Then she remembers that someone was following her and that she probably collided with them as they made their way to her. It was definitely a built person because she didn’t feel it move as she slammed right into it.

Dhm’Ni didn’t know what to do when the female crashed into him, he shouldn’t have been so close but he didn’t know she had stopped as she made her way around the corner. Even though she hit him with her entire body he didn’t budge, not even when her head meet his chest plate he didn’t move. Although his face did flinch at the thought of her pain, he couldn’t even image at what her head must feel like right now. And when she fell to her ass he thought that it was just getting worse for her. When she said that her head didn’t hurt as bad as a hangover Dhm’Ni just had to laugh as memories of his own C’ntlip enforced hangovers came flooding in.

She heard it again! The same sound and this time it was right in front of her, to close for comfort. O’Conner rolled back by bringing her legs up and over, causing her to roll backwards on her head. As she rolled out she grabbed the seven inch long dagger from her right boot and brought it up with her as she stood into a defensive position. There in front of her were those same wave lines that broke up the air. The Secret Service must have some new kind of camouflage she guesses.

“Alright mister! There’s no more hiding now! I see your sorry ass. Show yourself you pathetic fuck!” She yells out at the unknown form. She didn’t care if she angered someone anymore, like it made a difference. But Dhm’Ni felt other wise. He had had enough of this Oomans insults, he had killed Yautja for half of what she has said to him. So he was delighted when she brought out a weapon, now he could really work his magic. Dhm’Ni fell into a fighting stance, knees bent, head down and arms out, ready for anything. But he was actually caught off guard by the female as she lunged at him.

O’Conner saw it go into an offensive position and she took this as an advantage. She jumped at the relatively see-through form and collided with it head on. With her combined weight and power in her move, Dhm’Ni was down. He couldn’t understand it but he was. She landed on his chest but not a moment later he backhanded her right in the face causing her to fly back towards a building. O’Conner couldn’t feel her face as it hit right on the side of her head. It was like her pain receptors knew what was coming and made it numb so that she wouldn’t fall just by the pain. As she hit the ground she began to tumble but soon she caught herself, landing on all floors. Then the pain came, her cheek had begun to burn from the blow, it stung like she had just been bitch slapped by a horse, hoof and all. She didn’t have a lot of time to think of the pain and when she was kicked right in the gut. Dhm’Ni thought it amusing how she flew through the air by one simple kick, she hit the side of the near building, yelping in pain as she fell to the ground. O’Conner couldn’t catch her breath, it was knocked out of her by the blow but because she couldn’t breath, she could hear as the thing made its way to her. She knew it would kick again, by experience she knew how most people fought, and she as right. She saw a giant outline of a foot coming towards her and she caught it with her hands. Dhm’Ni couldn’t believe it, not only did she catch his foot but now she was digging her nails into the exposed part of his leg. He had to roar in pain as she burrowed her nails deeper and deeper until he bled. The Ooman actually made him bleed. Suddenly she pulled on his leg causing him to fall onto his back. O’Conner didn’t notice the blood on her hands, she just crawled on top of the thing and began to punch it, delivering specific blows to its chest and arms. Dhm’Ni didn’t know what she was doing, she wasn’t striking him in the right areas that would harm him. He popped his body making her roll off.

O’Conner needed her dagger to finish what she started. She jumped back as she landed from being pushed off its body. She searched for the dagger and found it as it reflected the hot sun in its blade. She dove for it just as she saw the figure get up. As she grabbed it from the ground, she rubbed some of the blood that was on her hands, some hers, some not, and wiped a big blob on the back hilt of the dagger. Before Dhm’Ni could make another move after getting up, she threw a knife at his head. He couldn’t get out of the way in time as she flung it at him. However, the blade never it him, it was the butt of the knife. She miscalculated? She didn’t get the spin right and the butt hit me instead of the blade…stupid Ooman.

O’Conner never miscalculated. Her dagger hit right where it was meant, smack dab in the centre of the head. Her eyes caught the sight of green just as she threw it, she looked at her hands. What in the blue hell? She asked herself. All over her hand was a green, thick liquid. It was actually florescent green to be true. It was in her nails and all over her fingers. She had dug her nail into its leg, but…it’s not blood…is it? She rubbed the gewy stuff between her fingers and marveled at its texture. It was thicker than blood, at least her blood. But what the hell did this come from? She looked back up as she herd her dagger hit metal and she smiled big. Right in the middle of its head was the spot of blood that she placed on the hilt. She needed to see just where this thing was so she decided that she needed to mark it and the only thing she had was her blood. All over its body were dots of blood made by her punches. Strategically placed around it body so she could see exactly where it was, but she never got its head in time.

“I can see you perfectly now. I can see where you go, I can see you move. You might as well take off the camouflage. There’s no point in hiding any longer don’t you think?” Dhm’Ni didn’t know what the hell she was talking about until he looked down to his body. There all over him were splotches of her blood. They were all the way down his arms and legs, some even on his chest. Clever little Ooman…The knife! Dhm’Ni quickly brought his hand up to where it hit him and he felt even more blood in his head. He looked at his hand and saw that it was a mix of his blood and hers. She was smarter then he thought.

O’Conner never noticed just how tall this thing was until she marked it. It must be least eight and a half feet tall. Before she wasn’t the least bit intimidated but now she was. How could someone get that large? Were the Secret Service guys using the enhancement but had made a few changes? They could easily change the DNA of the new sequencing to make them into giants, but this big? Dhm’Ni didn’t like how she was staring at him, he was already mad that she marked him with blood and could tell where he was. He didn’t want to decloak, not yet anyways. He growled as loud as he could expecting her to flinch and she did. It scared her to death when she herd it growl at her, seriously it fucking growled! She cringed at the sound, and it was real stupid of her to do so. Dhm’Ni, at seeing her recoil, shot towards her. With one hand he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her high into the air. O’Conner struggled in his grasp but to no avail. She could feel its strong hand getting tighter and tighter as the seconds drifted slowly. She couldn’t just let it kill her like this! She brought up her legs and planted them against its chest and pushed. But all it seamed to do was make its hold even firmer. Then she got an idea, with one foot she started to kick its face. She was so happy that she marked it in time because she knew exactly where it was. With everything she had she punted it right in the kisser. It took four hits but he dropped her to the ground. She fell back to her ass as she desperately tired to breathe again.

Dhm’Ni couldn’t hold onto her any longer. Her hits her just too hard and his mask had actually begun to short out! The image from his mask had begun to blink as her kicks hit him again and again. Not only that but he could hear his clock starting to crackle. How could an Ooman cause such damage? First my mask now my cloak!? He had to take a few steps back from the blows and to get a little distance when his cloak would finally give out. He actually had to shake his head, he was dizzy. He had become lightheaded and a little wobbly, he couldn’t understand it! He was relieved when his mask came back online and showed that the female was still a little ways away.

O’Conners’ breathes weren’t as labored as before, she could now inhale with out it hurting to much. Her broken rib still plagued her but she couldn’t think too much of it. She watched and listened as the camouflage started to frizzle; the sound reminded her of when you crumple up plastic wrap. She jumped back up as the now braking form started to back away. White light danced as its body started to appear. Oh god! What the fuck… When the light had finally stopped dancing she could see it. She couldn’t hold in a gasp as she looked at this thing standing in front of her. Dhm’Ni knew she could see him when she covered her mouth with her hands. He was exposed, now he had to kill her no mater what. But he didn’t want to…but why? Her skills were outstanding, yes, but she is an Ooman, he can’t allow knowledge of his species to be brought out. Dhm’Ni switched his sights but without warning that to blinked out, leaving him with only his normal vision.

For a moment the two just stared at the other. O’Conner was frozen, she didn’t know what to think, she didn’t even know HOW to think at that point. This thing was over eight feet, but that didn’t really scare her any more. Its body was covered in a metal armor that she had never seen before. It was a strange gray, black color and it covered most of its body. It was the mask that really sent chills up her spine. It too was a gray black color, and had two pitch black eye pieces but its shape… It told O’Conner that its head was huge. The forehead of the thing was long, from what she could tell. The mask was emotionless, just metal. It made her feel like this thing was death himself coming to take her. As if it staring at her was him judging her, measuring her up to see if he should take her life now, or wait for the fireworks of the bomb. She could see scratches and marks all over the mask and the rest of its armor. Then she looked as to what was under the metal. It was covered by a thick mesh but she could see that its skin was a strange shade of light green, but on the side of its legs, which were moderately exposed, was a deeper shade of green…almost a forest green and in that were speckles of black. It hands were giant, and its feet, they were all massive! But they also all had claws on them that were at least two inches long and looked sharp as hell. When it moved slightly, she noticed black tresses coming out from the back of its mask. They were long, almost touching its waist and they had little gray black rings all over them.

Dhm’Ni really didn’t like her looking over him, undoubtedly she has never seen a Yautja before but this was just disconcerting. Even as he looked at her in his normal sight she looked impressive. She was tall for an Ooman, maybe even six foot five, and all over her was blood. Top to bottom and now she had his to add to her collection. Dhm’Ni stared right into her face, her hands were covering her mouth but he could still see her eyes. A Yautja always looked into the eyes of an opponent. The strange shade of blue was too familiar. They remained him of his mother, she had the same tint of blue in her eyes, but it didn’t cover her entire eye, it just rimed it as it does him. The horrid memory of the gardens leached into his mind. He was there that day, the day his mother was killed but he was too young to do a thing. Even Det-Onda’Ni was there but he couldn’t help either. He shook his head to push the memory out and snapped back to the shaking Ooman. She was really afraid of him wasn’t she? Shame, Dhm’Ni thought that maybe she would be a good kill, and that he would take her skull but she was just standing there. And he just kept watching. Her hair, a color that he had never seen before, blow across her face. She was still standing, unmoving and Dhm’Ni was getting restless. He wasn’t just going to stand here all day and watch! Swiftly he ran at her, catching her off guard and hitting her right in the jaw. O’Conner didn’t expect it to move so fast. How could something so large be so nimble? But she guesses that’s the same as asking how a jaguar carries an entire antelope up a tree, they just do with strength a power.

As she flew from the hit O’Conner formed a plan. She would have to hit it in the best spots to bring it down. Killing it was not an option. She couldn’t possibly deliver enough damage to do that so she would have to settle to incapacitate it. The moment she landed she was up on her feet, running towards to side of the hospital. And just as she hoped it ran after her. She wasn’t headed for the door, or a window, just for the wall. When she reached the side she ran up as far as she could go then jumped off with her feet. Dhm’Ni didn’t know what to think as she jumped over him and landed right behind him. He didn’t have time to turn around before O’Conner took out one knife she had in her pant leg and thrust it into its back. Dhm’Ni howled in pain, she got him right in the lower back, perfectly aimed to hit the muscle, making it hard for him to move. She’s too smart. Dhm’Ni whipped around with his arm but missed as she ducked. He took up his leg and hit her right in the chest. O’Conner was down on the ground again, it was an all too familiar place in this fight and she didn’t like it that way. She heaved her legs up to she chest then kicked out, lifting her body from the ground but as she did so she leaned a little to forward and hit that thing, AGAIN! But this time she didn’t fall back.

“Fuck! Do you intend on killing me by smashing my head in by your armor? SHIT!” She yells sat it. Her head had begin to throb again, she hit it right in the same spot as before and now it hurt even more. Dhm’Ni couldn’t help but laugh at her. My Gods! How many times has she hit me with her head today? Twice? Maybe he was going to kill her by smashing her head in. But then her skull would be too damaged to put on his wall, so he would from now on be a little careful. But that doesn’t mean he can’t kill a different way. Dhm’Ni punched her in her rib cage, right where she was broken and she screamed so loud that it actually hurt Dhm’Nis’ ears. He reared back from the sound and O’Conner used it. She leaped up onto him again making them both fall. She didn’t expect him to but Dhm’Ni was off balance. They fell to the ground hard, Dhm’Ni hit his head against the rocky floor and almost lost his breath but was glad he didn’t. She was on top of him again, how can she force him down like that? How does she have so much power? Dhm’Ni really didn’t care. He changed the positioning until he was on top, pinning her down by his weight. He brought up his hand to her broken rib and pushed in with his thumb. She screamed that same ear-perching scream, Dhm’Ni couldn’t take that for much longer.

As she screamed from the pain she took in a deep breathe and she immediately froze from the stench, the stench of hell. Her face changed from cringing from the pain, to showing her fear. And Dhm’Ni knew that face, he had seen it as he watched her. A Hard Meat was near and she could somehow tell. Dhm’Ni took back his hand from her rib just as he herd it, a shirking of a hard Meat. Together they both look past the jumper pad, all they way to the far building and there it was, coming out of the alley. Dhm’Ni was about to get up when O’Conner took hold of his mask.

“Look, I know these things. It’s either me fighting you and fighting it OR me and you fighting it.” Dhm’Ni knew what she was proposing. He looked back to the Herd Meat and he noticed that it actually wasn’t a drone. It was a warrior. What was a warrior doing away from the Queen? By now they had killed the Queen and all around her, but now he couldn’t even COM-link someone to ask. This was larger then the drone, much larger and it was headed this way. He looked back to her, then back to it. “We don’t have a lot of fucking time, make up your mind man!” She tells him. Dhm’Ni growls menacingly and lowered his head to her, making it so his mask was only inches away from her face. His pitch black locks fell off his back, making a vail of darkness around O’Conners head. But she wasn’t afraid, she just stared bloody murder into his eyes. Then he nodded. He stood up, followed by O’Conner. She had already formed a plan in her mind as this guy took his sweet ass time deciding on what to do.

“Okay, we need to hit this thing on more then one side.” She begins. Dhm’Ni looks down at her. Like he would allow this Ooman to decide what to do. He was about to say ‘no’ to her, he did know how to say a few things, like his name and yes and no and a few other things too. But that was it. “I want you to throw me just as the devil gets close, so that I end up on the farther side while you on the closer. Hit it on both sides.” Dhm’Ni couldn’t disagree with that. It was a good plan and he would like to throw her, he would like to throw her against a wall but he agreed to fight with her. The devil started for them, it was a far ways away but it was big, and made its way to them in no time. “Put you hands together, like this…” O’Conner shows Dhm’Ni how to make a basket from his hands, weaving his fingers together. She positions him so that he was facing the Hard Meat while her back was to it. Dhm’Ni couldn’t help but feel a little taken a back as she moved him around, showing him how to place his hands, he felt stupid. But when she placed a foot into his hands he understood. He would bring up his hands with her foot in them and that would lift her up into the air, tossing her up and over he Hard Meat. O’Conner looked back as the devil made its way closer and closer, she would have to wait for perfect moment to tell him to lift. If it was too soon she would land on it, to late and it would get to her ‘associate’ before she could throw her weapons at it.

“NOW!” She yells. The devil got to the point she wanted it at and yelled at Dhm’Ni. But he hesitated, “NOW!” She shouts again. Dhm’Ni ripped up his arms, heaving her into the air. She flew gracefully over the devil, twisting and turning her body so when she landed she would land on her feet. But he did it too late, the hard meat got to close and now Dhm’Ni had to deal with it as it ran at him. He wasn’t ready, the Hard Meat already had its inner mouth out, ready to puncture his head. Dhm’Ni tried to defend himself by brining up a shuriken, he opened it and flung it at the Hard Meat but it was too late, it just missed its head. He and the hard meat smashed together, but somehow its head wasn’t right. It was raised into the air, not like it was before. Even though its head couldn’t catch him, its tail did. The tail rammed itself into the Dhm’Ni left arm, it didn’t cause too much damage, it only grazed his forearm. Strange for a warrior, usually it had amazing stamina and never missed. What was going on? Dhm’Nis’ gash on his arm began to blaze from the impact. He and the Hard Meat had fallen back towards the building behind him, making Dhm’Ni slam into a wall. His head hit so hard that his vision started to blur, his head throbbed in pain and his body started to lose its strength. He was losing conscience, he thought that this was his time to die…Then he heard the strangest thing… and that was the last thing he remembers.

O’Conner saw the devil dart forward as she landed, she couldn’t allow it to kill her…friend? No. He tried to kill her, they only have a momentary alliance. The second she killed the devil she was going after him. She had already taken out some knives from her pants and the second she got her aim right she threw them at the fleeting head on the devil. She hit spot on, they entered the back of its long head and the devil screeched in pain, lifting its head up into the air. Then O’Conner saw something coming at her, it was like a round blade or something. She had an idea to catch it but she would not be using her hands. She took out her last knife and welded it in her left hand, just as it was about to pass her she whipped around, stabbing the round blades with her own knife. But before she got it to drop, it had hit her right arm, just at her shoulder and made a small gash. It was only about a centimeter deep, it didn’t hurt too much, but either way she knew that the pain was a good sign. She had hit the round blades perfectly with her own and it fell to the earth. Quickly she picked it up and took a single moment to look at it. It was indeed round, but it had six long curved blades coming out of it. There was a place to put your hands so it didn’t cut you, and even little, well…not so little, hole for fingers. They were huge to her but not to Dhm’Ni. She looked back to the devil and saw that it had rammed her companion into the hospital wall. She saw the he had started to drop so she needed to do something. So she did.

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty…” She says thunderously in that odd tone one would use in actually calling a cat, along with a wonderful ‘come here’ whistle. It worked perfectly. The devil turned to her with its giant head. She did notice that it was different from the others but she didn’t give it to much thought, she needed to kill it. The devil turned it giant body to her and jolted forwards. O’Conner took up the round blades, aimed as she would if she were throwing a boomerang, and hurled it. It was surprisingly light as to what it looked like, and even better in the air then she expected. It flew in the air like a hot knife through butter, cutting its own path way through the sky. The devil didn’t know what hit it. The round blade cut like it like it was nothing. It shaved the top off its head, showing just what it had to offer underneath its black skin. The round blade went right through it and ended up in the wall of the hospital while the devil fell lifeless to the ground. O’Conner had to scream out in triumph. She raised her hands into the air and screamed in victory! When she was finally out of breath she looked to her original opponent and found him motionless.

“Oh shit!” She ran around the devil and it’s pooling acid blood. She noted that her nose didn’t hurt as it did before and gave herself an inward slap on the back for not being so weak. As she made it to the fallen form she wondered if it was dead. It was half leaned against the wall, limp and motionless. She needed to know if it was dead, if it was then she would leave it and feel a little swindled out of killing it herself. But if it wasn’t…she have to find away to wake it up. She bent down next to it and moved some of its black tresses out of the way of its neck. She took her index and middle finger and placed it to where she though she could feel a pulse. And there it was indeed, it was hard but consistent. She sighed out of relief but then she saw its arm. A lengthy scratch, it was about 5 inches long and it was in his left arm but it wasn’t too deep. However it needed stitches. Along with her self but what was the point for her to get stitches? Luckily she was near the hospital. It was a small one, and she knew it by the blue prints. She knew that just inside the doors were rooms with all the things she would need to sew this thing back together. She wondered to herself why she was doing this. Why would she help this guy? Why should she? It was following her sense she and the men left the armory and didn’t help as they were picked off by the devils. So why the hell should she help? Why…well…because she knew she should. She wasn’t someone to just leave an injured…individual. Was thing even a person…or even human? She didn’t have anymore time to think about it. She gabs it by its feet and pulls to make its upped body come away from the wall, and once it was far enough she moved to its head. She lifted it by its arms and started to drag it towards to doors of the hospital.

Normally the doors would have opened by themselves, but there was no power so she had to push with her back to get open. Inside it was basically a long hallway with rooms. Nothing more nothing less. If you were severely injured then they would transport you to a different island but what she needed to do she could do in one of the rooms. She drags it into the closest space and leaves him on the floor. She wasn’t going to try and lift it onto the metal table. She could barely drag its body. It was 300 maybe 350 pounds. The room was just a giant square, it had cupboards and shelves holding the medical stuff and one large metal table for a person to lay on. She rummages through the drawers and finds what she needs, a rounded stitching needle, some stitching threads and wet gauze to clean the wound. She felt stupid as she sat next to the cut arm and began to clean it. What the fuck am I doing? Cleaning and bandaging my challenger, the same guy who tried to kill me. Aren’t I the smarted cookie? God this is gross. Its blood is so weird. I’m just lucky that the needle can actually go through its skin. O’Conner took a second to marvel at its texture. It wasn’t rough at all, it might look it but it’s smooth and even soft, but still tough. She takes his hand and starts to inspect it. She must have looked like child, just staring at something so similar to hers but still nothing like hers. Her size compared to its didn’t help either. She felt dwarfed by its mass as it lay there on the floor. She fingers the mesh that it wore under its armor and found it to actually be a twisted bunch of wires. Its metal armor was nothing like she had ever seen. There were so many marks on it that it would take years to look at them all. Then she noticed, with a small laugh, marks on its right arm and shoulder armor that were from her PB’s nails. Her gaze turned to his mask. She never had a good look at it before. She noted so many scratches and scuff marks but right in the middle of its forehead, just above its eyes was a strange marking. It was of two upside-down triangles that were two inches long and had a curve to left. She reaches up and touches them with two fingers, tracing them from top to bottom. She suddenly had an urge and a want to see his...wait…his? Is this thing male? Cause if this thing is a chick then that would just be wrong. Well, it doesn’t have breasts, which would mean that’s either it’s a male or not a mammal. Only mammals had mammary glands. Fuck it! It doesn’t matter…

As she was looking at its mask, she noticed that there were tubes and cords attached to it. Maybe for breathing, or a power cord? She didn’t want to mess with them just incase she killed it by accident. When she saw it start to move, she went back to stitching him up. She wanted to get it done before he woke. When finally knotted it, she gave the wound a swift smack, hoping to get him to wake from the pain. It worked. He jolted up with a roar.

Dhm’Ni didn’t have a clue as to where he was, or how he got there. But as he looked around he saw medical equipment and he panicked. He stood up and thanked the Gods that he wasn’t strapped down…or dead. He heard rustling from his left and turned to see the Ooman. She had a needle in her hands…that was enough for him, he jumped towards her but she stepped out of the way. She made her way to a shelf and took out a sharp knife looking thing. O’Conner didn’t want to hurt him anymore then he was, come on she just sewed him up, she didn’t want to make more for her to stitch. But when he again lunged at her, she jumped up onto metal table and swiped the scalpel at his head. It caught one of his black locks, cutting it right off from his shoulder down. Dhm’Ni didn’t notice, he was intent on bringing the female down. But as he turned to her she jumped on him feet first. He wasn’t that surprised as he fell back into the floor, he was surprised when she brought the sharp blade to his neck.

“ENOUGH!” O’Conner yells at him right in his face. Dhm’Ni stops struggling but he still grabbed her hands in his to make sure she didn’t get slice happy and cut his throat. “I didn’t fucking stitch you up to make more cuts for me to sew. OK!” Dhm’Ni looked to his left hand where the Hard Meat caught him with its tail and there was his wound, competently sutured together. He looks back to the female with aw. “Yeah, so calm the fuck down!” O’Conner then got up off him and walked over to some other drawer to get medical tape to close her arm, mumbling to herself about what an ungrateful asshole. Dhm’Ni just stood up watching her gather some medical supplies. Why did she help him? He touched his wound and found that she had done a superb job of putting him together. It would still leave a scar, to Dhm’Ni welcome, but it was still done well. O’Conner made her way to the medical table, jumped up and sat cross-legged on it while laying down the tape and a pair of scissors. She looked up to the frozen person in front of her but only shook her head. Dhm’Ni didn’t know what to do. She healed him, and saved his life so now he couldn’t kill her. He held in a grunt from the disappointment. As he watched her cut a few pieces of tape he noticed a cut on her right arm, up close to her shoulder and then it dawned on him, he threw his shuriken and missed…but it hit her. Dhm’Ni instantly felt horrible. He hit her unintentionally and now she was healing her own wound, and doing in wrong for that mater. Dhm’Ni let out a loud sigh catching O’Conner off guard. She was even more stunned when he walked right up to her and took the pieces of tape from her hands.

“Stupid Ooman, pinch together then tape. Are you daft?” Dhm’Ni said. But O’Conner only got clicking and growl sounds from it. Dhm’Ni started to pinch her skin together, noticing how soft it felt to his.

“Don’t criticize me for my work, I put you together just fine did I?” She asked. Dhm’Ni turned to her. Does she understand me? How can that be? “And no, I can’t understand what you are saying.” She continues, she turned her head away as he roughly squeezes her skin together. “I can tell by your body language and how you shook your head at me that you don’t like what I was doing. OWE! HEY!” She yells. He inadvertently scraped his sharp claws against her skin.

“My apologies.” He clicks. O’Conner only nods to him. She guessed that he said something along the lines of ‘I’m sorry’. They just stared at each other as they did before when Dhm’Nis’ cloak fell. O’Conner still stared into the eye pieces, still wondering what he looked like. She marvels at his skin tone. Then she suddenly had the thought that the colors kind of reminded her of a cucumber, of how light the inside is and how dark the outside is.

“You can understand me yes?” She asks and gets nod as a response. “But can you talk?” Dhm’Ni shakes his head. “Well, you know what…you have no idea just how tempted I was to take off your mask when you were out of it. But I saw the cables.” She points to the side Dhm’Nis’ mask. Oomans have such weird curiosities. Why would she want to see me? What does it mater? I have heard from Sya that Oomans don’t like our features, well…its not like they are the most good-looking things in the Universe. “So I didn’t cause I don’t know what they are for. Can’t breathe this air can you?” She asks. Dhm’Ni shakes his head. “You aren’t from around here are you?” He again shakes his head. O’Conner looks to her shoulder. “Well thanks.” She says while pointing to her arm. Dhm’Ni does the same, he lifts his arm and points while bowing his head to her. She could only smile. Bowing is such an aged custom. But it’s good to see it every now and then. Dhm’Ni was waging an inner war with himself. He didn’t know if he should show himself to her, she did save him, and heal him. What has he got to loose. He sighs aloud while bringing up his hands to the hoses that were attached to his mask. He could breathe the air on this planet, but only for a few moments. There wasn’t enough methane and some other elements that he needed to breathe.

O’Conner couldn’t believe that he had started to unhook his mask. The hoses hissed as they were taken from there spots. Her stomach turned in fear and excitement, mostly excitement. Anticipation had taken hold of her, she couldn’t tell why but she really wanted to see him. To finally know to whom and what she was talking to. Even Dhm’Ni was nervous about her seeing him. He expects her to scream, to be even more afraid of him than she already is. He takes his mask in his hands and pulls, making the magnetic latches unhitch from his head. Along time ago, before the new technology, the hunters masks were held on by a adhesive. They wouldn’t be able to take it off until they got back the ship. It caused a lot of trouble because if something should happen to the breathing device while they were not back at the ship, the hunter would suffocate. So the magnetic implants were made. They were placed under the skin at the age of 2 seasons, young enough to know what was happening but not old enough to really remember just how painful it was. The older hunters, when it first came out, would talk of how it hurt more than getting hit by a Kainde Amedhas’ tail. At the sound of the mask coming off from his face O’Conner unintentionally flinched. Slowly Dhm’Ni lowered his mask, revealing his large forehead to her. O’Conner saw that the light green also covered the top, while on the outer edges was the deep green and black spots. Gradually he revealed his eyes, they were deep set in his skull, over shadowed by a large brow. O’Conner took in a deep breath as she saw his eyes. They were actually beautiful. They had a ring of a dark blue on the out side, then it went to a stunning shade of green and then a honey gold. His pupil was small compared to hers, looking only like a tip of a pencil had drawn on it. Then the entire mask was down.

O’Conner felt bad as she gasped. He didn’t really have a mouth. He had a set of four mandibles that each had there own tusks at the end. They seemed to move all on the own while covering a small mouth, enclosed by razor sharp teeth. Dhm’Ni didn’t mind that she took in a hard breath at the sight of his mandibles. He clattered them together in amusement when her eyebrows rose in surprise. Her eyes were wider then he ever saw before and even he stopped to stare at her eyes. Oh Gods he missed his mother. He remembered how she would read the story of Creation to him every night before he went to bed. He loved the story of Creation even now. It was a story of the creator, the great warrior Paya and how she, along with Cetanu, came together to make the Universe. With his mask off he could really see her and smell her. Her scent was something that he had never held before. It reminded him of something but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Dhm’Ni leans his head to one side, wondering what she could be thinking and wondering why she hasn’t had any other reaction. When O’Conner saw him tilt his head she felt like she should say something.

“Well…You are gorgeous compared to those black things.” She says bluntly, putting an emphasis on gorgeous. Dhm’Ni just stared at her and blinked hard. He lowered his head, while shaking it slightly, until it was completely down. Still shaking his head he placed his hand over his eyes. I can NOT believe she just said that! Dhm’Ni started to laugh. His shoulders rose and fell with his chuckle.

“Oh Paya, you just had to pick this one see me didn’t you? That’s all I need today, a joker.” He chirps. Then he sees his tress on the ground. “WHAT THE PAUK!” He says while bending down and grabbing his cut off lock. He looks to his tresses, taking them in his hands searching for the cut on and then he found it. It was on his right side and was cit to a shoulder length. Cut just below a ring. He grabs it hard and moves it right in front of O’Conners face and waves it in a strange manner.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you when I cut it off?” O’Conner didn’t know if she did or not but thought it necessary to apologize if she did. But Dhm’Ni just raises his head and shook it saying ‘no’ with the movement. He places it down beside her on the table she was sitting on.

“Dhm’Ni” He says his name. He didn’t know why he did but he just found himself saying it. But what got him most was he didn’t regret it. O’Conner just looked at him.

“Your name?” She asks. And Dhm’Ni nods. “Well…” She didn’t want to be called O’Conner anymore. “Nalani, but call me Nala.” It took a few attempts but he got it right. But then Dhm’Ni pointed to him self, intending of saying what he was but it seemed to confuse her.

“Yautja.” He says.

“Wait, I thought you said Dhm’Ni?” Now she was puzzled. And guessed it showed on her face because Dhm’Ni sighed in annoyance. He took her hand, making her withdraw by his touch but still let him take it. He opened her palm and moved it to over his face.

“Yautja.” He says then moved her hand down and placed it on his chest. “Dhm’ni” Then he moves it over her face. “Ooman.” Then onto her chest. “Nala.”

“Oh…What you are is ‘yeowjah’?” She didn’t catch it the first time so she did an attempt.

“Yautja.” He corrects her.

“What you are is Yautja, but who you are is Dhm’ni?” He nods to this. “And what I am is Ooman, but who I am is Nala?” Dhm’Ni nods to that as well. Dhm’Ni suddenly started to cough from the air, he needed his mask back on and quickly did. “Well Dhm’Ni, you better get outa here before all hell breaks loose.” She looked to her watch and cringed at seeing that there was only twenty two minutes until it came down. She noticed his lone lock next to her and picked it up and began to fiddle with it. Sense Dhm’Ni obviously wasn’t Secret Service that means that they weren’t here and they are going to blow the island. Dhm’Ni just tilts his head in question. “My people, the ones responsible for those things getting loose, are going to blow up the island in twenty two minutes. So I suggest that you get off now.” Dhm’Ni didn’t know what to say to that. The Oomans are going to destroy the island and the DropShip is still on it. With his mask out, he can’t communicate with the ship to warn them. He needs to get to the DropShip now, it wouldn’t take long, and it was just north of here. Dhm’Ni grunts as he turns towards to door of the room. “Just follow the blood out.” Nala says. She had taken off one of the small rings from he tress and was staring at it, looking close she could see little marks on it. With that Dhm’Ni stops. Why wasn’t she following him? Wouldn’t she need to get off too? He motions with his hand towards the door. “There is no where for me to go Dhm’Ni. There is no way for me to get off. Now get going.” Nala could barely hold back her tears. She would just have to stay here until she died. She bet that Dhm’Ni had a way off, and hoped that he would make it there in time.

“WHAT?” Dhm’Ni barks, startling Nala. Dhm’Ni didn’t want to leave her. He can’t just leave knowing that she’s going to die here after saving his life. Again he grunts at her, but he also stamps his foot in a very pup fashion and points again at the door.

“What the hell do you want Dhm’Ni huh?” She broke down, she didn’t want to cry right now but she couldn’t hold it back. This was making Dhm’Ni uncomfortable, did he make her cry? Sya said they start to trickle water from their eyes when they are sad. Did he make her feel sad? “I can’t go, there is no where for me to go! I DON’T HAVE A WAY TO SAVE MYSELF DHM’NI! IM TRAPPED OK! IM HERE UNTIL THEY BLOW ME UP!” She yelled at him. She left bad for yelling, but she had to. “I’m going to die here.” She whispers as she lowers her head. At that moment she felt too pathetic, just weak and feeble. She never noticed that Dhm’Ni had walked back to her. She only looked up when he started to make a purring sound.

“I’m not leaving you behind.” He purrs softly. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he was not leaving her to die. Maybe Sya will know what to do. I should bring her to Sya and tell him of the Oomans plans to destroy the Island. Dhm’Ni grabs Nalas’ hand and pulls her off the table to her feet.

“What the hell are you doing?” She asks him as he started to pull her towards the door. “No Dhm’Ni, no.” She yanks her hand from his grasp making him growl and look back at her. “Just go…” She didn’t want to but she said that with a little to much hurt. And Dhm’Ni noticed. He wasn’t going to abandon her like that one Ooman male did. He couldn’t, and he didn’t want to. He wants to help her, anyway he can but he didn’t know how. He just needed to bring her to Sya as quickly as possible. Dhm’Ni steps to Nala, intent on getting her arm again but she jumps back. Now he was getting mad. He roars in frustration and it scares Nala. Dhm’Ni knew she would flinch at that, like she had done before, and when she did he delivered a blow to her head that knocked her out cold. Before her body fell Dhm’Ni scoped her up in his arms, he knew that when she woke he would pay dearly but right now he didn’t care. As Nala told him he followed the blood, out of the medical room and out of the building.

WHOA! I did that in one day! YEAY FOR ME