Supremacy Hunt
Jack fired several rounds at the approaching losch from behind the cover of a car, striking two of them in their knees. They fell to the ground, yelling in pain while the other two continued running forward guns blazing, their shots deflecting on the car's hood. Running out of ammo for the rifle, Jack moved to the rear of the car while out of sight. The two enemy soldiers split up to attack on two sides and Jack was prepared for it.
Popping out of cover, he threw his rifle at the nearest one and drew his pistol, shooting him just underneath his helmet in the neck. The reptile grabbed at his throat, gurgling magenta blood as he tried to breath. Jack tried to quickly unsling the dying alien's rifle, but the other fired several shots into his back, forcing him to dive to the ground, putting the car between them once again. Taking aim underneath, he fired into the soldier's ankle, dropping him and offering Jack a neck shot.
Receiving fire from the two other losch, he quickly maneuvered himself around the car, pulled the downed enemy's helmet and pressed his pistol against the back of his neck. Firing one shot, he unslung the rifle from the body and took aim at the last two. Having seen that their two comrades were dead, one of the remaining losch tossed a grenade under the car.
The explosion shook Jack awake as he grabbed for the pistol at his right hip that wasn't there. Looking over to the human as he finished the docking procedure, Drohn recognized the traumatic stress.
"Are you alright?" he gently asked.
Forcing his heart rate to slow with a deep breath, Jack simply said, "Fine."
Drohn felt bad, but having very little practice with his social skills, especially when concerned with another's trauma, he didn't know what else to say. Once the shuttle airlock was repressurized, another set of doors opened and the platform Drohn landed on moved deeper into the ship, taking them to an open storage bay. After the platform locked into place, Drohn led the human out of the ship, and they headed deeper into the space station.
"We'll go to the Infirmary first, get you checked out, then we'll meet with the captain so you can tell him about the losch invading your planet and make your request for help." Drohn said.
Jack nodded without comment as he took in his surroundings. The deep blue floor in the wide hallway was as solid as concrete, as were the light grey walls and high ceiling. With strips of lights running non-stop along each corner between the walls and ceiling, it was brightly lit. A few other dragens walked by and the glare one of them gave Drohn didn't go unnoticed by the human, but since his new acquaintance didn't react to it, Jack said nothing as they reached an elevator.
"Infirmary." Drohn said, then looked down at the smaller male. "Do you have many bad dreams when you sleep?"
"What?" Jack asked, before he remembered. "Oh...sometimes." he lied.
"Have you spoken to anyone about it?"
"It didn't start until the losch invaded... there weren't many counselors taking patients after that."
"We have counselors here..."
"It was just a dream." Jack sternly interrupted.
Drohn could tell he wouldn't be able to convince him to talk about it to anyone, so he left it alone. He'd just have to wait until the human became his kyra, then he'd have no choice but to do as he was told.
Once they reached the Infirmary, Jack was seen right away, given the lack of other patients. A cellular metabolism enhancing gel was applied to the cut on Jack's right cheek by the female nurse. She had a feminine face and figure by human standards, but a completely flat chest. While dragen men were taller and kept their hair no longer than three inches, dragen women averaged Jack's height of 5' 10" and grew their hair out at least three times as long as their men. After treating the human's face, her topaz-colored eyes studied his rugged features.
"Any other injuries I should know about?" When he removed his uniform shirt, revealing several bruises on his lean arms and torso that varied in color from blue to black, her eyes grew wide. "I haven't seen anyone who's been shot this many times and still lived." she said in a concerned voice. "Maybe you should give up the life of a warrior and do something safer." She smiled into the human's dark eyes, much to the annoyance of Drohn, who said nothing.
"That would be nice, but my people need all the help they can get." Jack remarked.
She had him lie down on a medical bed and proceeded to give him several injections of the metabolism gel, one in the center of each bruise, with an air injection gun. Each injection felt like painfully sharp pinch, and that didn't include the pain from the bruises. Once that was done, she took several medical scans over the next hour to learn more about his physiology.
"That about does it." she said. "We'll study what we've got and see how many of our other medical treatments can be applied to you and what the risks are."
"Thanks." Jack replied, putting his shirt back on.
"Any time." she smiled. "My shift ends soon...would you care to join me for a meal?"
Before Jack could respond, Drohn grabbed his arm and said, "He's busy."
While being pulled away, Jack struggled with the buttons of his shirt. "Well, that was rude..."
"You're mine." Drohn replied as they exited into the corridor.
"Did I miss the part where you hunted and captured me?" the human asked, causing Drohn to stop and sighed. "I've seen the looks you get from others, and I understand how irritating it can get." Looking up into the bigger man's green eyes, Jack continued. "But being dismissive like that isn't helpful. You need to humanize yourself to them."
Tilting his head, Drohn simply said, "I'm not human."
Jack sighed, annoyed that he was either being intentionally obstinate or the word just didn't translate. "You need to make them see you as a person with feelings that can be hurt; make their empathy stop them from treating you like that."
"Warriors don't express vulnerability to others."
"You did with me."
Caressing the human's cheek, Drohn said, "That's different." he paused. "There are things about dragen culture you don't understand, but I'll try to explain it to you after we see the captain."
After having spent half an hour explaining the situation to Captain Ludor, the lighter-skinned dragen expressed his sympathies, but there weren't enough ships in the area to assist.
Feeling frustrated, Jack forced himself to be calm. "Captain...my planet is less than thirty lightyears away. If they conquer us, they'll probably use earth as a staging area for future attacks against
you
; starting with this space station."
"I understand that," Ludor began, "but our forces are spread thin at the moment. I'll recommend that helping you should take the highest priority when the ships are available, but until then, there's nothing we can do. I'm sorry."
Jack hated the result, but he understood the need to prioritize resources. After leaving the meeting room, Drohn took the defeated human to the canteen for a meal. Sitting down, Jack looked down and away.
"What can I get for you two." the dragen waitress said with slightly forced politeness toward Drohn.
"We'll need a few moments." Drohn replied.
Jack looked up and saw a dragen woman and saw that she too, had a completely flat chest.
Do their women just not have breasts
, he wondered?
"Take your time." she said, relieved to walk away from the outcast.
"What kinds of food you like?" Drohn asked.
"I'm not feeling very hungry." Jack answered, then asked, "Why do you serve in a military where everyone treats you like that?"
"I'm a warrior who hears the call to serve his people."
"Most human soldiers do too, but when we're getting shot at, we fight for the guy fighting next to us. How can you do that when they don't like you?"
"I don't...outcasts are trained to be lone warriors."
"That's a good way to get killed." Jack remarked, adding, "Maybe that's why they want you to fight alone."
Drohn was touched that the human cared about him, despite the dragen's desire to take him as a kyra, even against his will. "Try to forget about that right now and focus on keeping up your strength."
Drohn pointed to the screen in the table in front of Jack and pressed a button, causing it to tilt upward in a more comfortable reading position. "I can't read your language." the human remarked.
"Touch the box at the end of each description to see what it looks like."
Pressing box after box, Jack found something that resembled a chicken pasta dish, but doubted it would taste the same. After they made their food and drink selections, Drohn pressed the call button and the waitress eventually returned and took their order.
"How do you know she's not going to spit in your food or something?" Jack asked.
"That is a risk." Drohn acknowledged, then changed the subject. "Tell me about yourself, Jack. How have you become such a skilled warrior?"
In getting to know each other, Drohn learned about Jack's own experiences being an outcast when he was just a child because of his homosexuality, but was glad that things had changed for him as he got older. Drohn, however, kept his desires a secret upon reaching puberty to prevent becoming an outcast. It wasn't until he had begun living on his own that the depression of living a lie had become unbearable and he finally decided to speak the truth about himself. The result was a great weight lifted from his shoulders, but also becoming disowned by his parents, two brothers, and his sister. Not to mention all of his friends.
Jack felt bad for the dragen and had a better understanding of why he was willing to take him as a sex slave against his will, despite knowing the immorality of it. Social creatures like dragens and humans can survive in the absence of social contact beyond ordering food from people who inwardly despise you, but mere survival was never enough.