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Concerning Yautja:
I know there are a lot of books and comics about the Yautja and as I understand it there's no consistency between them. The two books I've read by the same author only said that female Yautja are "three times" the size of the males but I've seen images from the comics where they're about the same size.
So I decided to just do what I wanted with them like all the other authors. Females are about the same size as males or slightly bigger. They're fierce and sexually aggressive but also thinking beings. I also hate when an alien species are all one thing so another female Yautja wouldn't necessarily act the same as this one.
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HUNTRESS
I ran into the control center amid blaring sirens. It was a proximity alarm. The screens showed a ship of some kind limping toward the shuttle bay doors. It was a ship configuration I'd never seen before. It was clearly out of control and didn't even seem to be under power and it was sending no signals.
I hesitated for only a second before I slapped the control to open the doors. It could either crash inside the bay, causing damage or it could crash into the doors, likely buckling them and causing the station to be unusable until repaired.
I watched the monitors as the ship, moving relatively slowly, hit the floor of the bay, bounced, skidded along the floor, tipping completely on it's side, then crashed into the wall, buckling it but ultimately the ship ended up right side up.
I let out a breath, closed the doors and ran for the bay.
I'm the sole caretaker for this station. Mining on the planet might begin next year. Or the year after that. Or the year after that. It's good pay and not hard work but it's boring and lonely as hell. Well, here was some excitement.
The ship was like nothing I've ever seen before. It was small but the hatch was huge. It had a strange but easy enough to understand opening mechanism. Was this even a human craft? Would it be filled with poisonous atmosphere? I thought about that too late as a puff of warm air blew over my face. It didn't kill me so I went in.
A bridge was at the front of the ship as it normally is. I ran to the...woman? being? on the floor. She was definitely a woman but not a human being. She wasn't moving.
Most obviously she was well over two meters tall. She was shaped like a well endowed, heavily muscled human woman. She wore a skin-tight garment of some synthetic material, boots, and a large metal helmet. Her clothing left her muscular arms bare(not to mention a lot of her huge breasts). She had light brown skin with darker patches and stripes. I touched her wrist and her skin had an odd, slightly pebbled texture. She had a strong but rapid pulse. Rapid for a human, anyway. Her hands seemed very human except for the sharp claws at the ends of her fingers.
Her left leg was bent at a very unnatural angle and she was covered with contusions and lacerations.
How was I possible going to move her? She must weigh 200 kg! And how could I know if she had spinal damage? Assuming she had a spine.
I decided it was worth the risk to move her. I could do almost nothing for her here. I left the helmet on. It didn't appear to be connected to any air supply but at least it might help protect her head and neck.
I got several cargo straps from the bay and rigged them under her arms then had to use all my strength just to drag her to the hatch, being as careful as I could of her leg. I floated over a cargo pallet and rolled her on then pushed her to the medical bay.
I rolled her onto the medical bed, where she actually fit, if just barely, and turned it on.
Of course the computer couldn't make much sense of the readings. She was a carbon based life-form, based on her respiration, she breathed an atmosphere not too different from mine, she had very dense musculature, her "heart" was pumping "blood" through her body at ninety beats per minute, her body temperature was 40c, She weighed 210 kg and would have been about 232 cm standing on her feet, which seemed somewhat different from human feet.
Of course the scanners couldn't make much of her internal organs but none appeared to be damaged and she didn't have any internal bleeding.
The skeletal scan was the most useful. She had a skeleton very close to human with very dense calcium based bones that also had a sort of lattice of other minerals making them extremely strong. Nevertheless the bones in her left calf were broken in two places.
I removed her boots and cut off her clothes, trying hard not to look at the parts of her that were undamaged. I couldn't help but notice that her large, firm breasts had dark green nipples. She was a very close analog to a mammal. That likely meant...concentrate!
I cleaned her wounds. Disinfecting them with ethanol was safe enough. I debated whether I should use suture glue. I read the warnings and found that it was a pretty inert substance. In the end I figured it was less risky than trying my sewing skills. I bandaged her up then decided it was time to take off the helmet.
I found the clasps that opened her helmet and started carefully removing it. The skeletal scan showed that her skull was quite different from human...
I looked down at her face. Her forehead was large and prominent, an armored plate with a rill around the edge. She did have hair, long, thick dreadlocks grew from the back of her head. She had two deep set eyes. I couldn't see them because they were closed just like a human's. She had no nose but a very unusual mouth. It had fleshy mandibles ending in sharp canine-like teeth folded over it. Curious, I gently pulled one aside with a gloved finger. She had an upper and lower set of mandibles with a more human mouth underneath filled with sharp teeth. Clearly a carnivore. I released the mandibles and they slid back into place.
Overall I thought she had a savage, alien beauty.
I stroked her forehead gently. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you." I surveyed her alien face again. My eyes traveled down her neck and lingered on her fantastic breasts.
I was procrastinating. I had to deal with her leg. I prayed she didn't wake up while I was working on her. I didn't dare drug her.
With help from the computer I set her bones, wrapped the leg, and encased it in quick drying spray cast to immobilize it. It was easier than I'd dared to hope. I breathed a sigh of relief. I found a really big medical gown that fit her well but barely came down to mid-thigh.
I figured the next step was to investigate her ship better. There might be medical supplies there that could help her but it didn't seem like a good idea to leave her. I decided that I should probably strap her down. I did that and put a camera on her so I could watch her through a pad.
I climbed into the hatch of her ship and went to the bridge again. There was nothing much up there and most of the systems were shut down. There were numerous cabinets I couldn't open in the halls.
The next room...at first I thought it was some kind of shrine. Skulls, bones, and skins covered the walls. Not a shrine, a trophy room. So she was a hunter. And a hell of a hunter! Almost all of the skulls were huge and had vicious teeth. I was fascinated with all the alien creatures I could learn about here but I moved on.
The next room had a pallet in her size a cabinet that contained clothes, and weapons. Many weapons. At the end of the room was what seemed like a bathroom but there was no medicine cabinet.
The next room had some furniture and a large cabinet. I opened it and was hit with a blast of cold air. It was a refrigeration unit and it was loaded with meat. Either that was her whole diet or she was running really low on supplies.
The final room was the engine room. Much of the machinery was vaguely familiar and it all seemed shut down and not functional. Only a couple of monitors blinked messages that didn't look encouraging.
I got a packing crate and moved some of her meat to a refrigeration unit in the medical bay.
I checked on her and her condition hadn't changed. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off I was quite tired. I sat down in a chair near her bed and closed my eyes...
An ear splitting roar startled me awake and I almost fell out of my chair. I jumped up. My patient was awake.
I thought she was beautiful unconscious but awake she was an amazing sight. Thrashing and writhing, her back arching, pressing her fantastic body against the thin gown, her strong arms and legs straining against the bonds, growling and snarling. She was magnificent and alive, more than a little bit scary, and indescribably sexy.
After a moment of admiring her my first thought was, of course, to comfort her. She must be terrified.
I stepped up next to her. "Hey, hey, take it easy. Everything's okay. You're safe here. I want to help you. I only put the straps on so you wouldn't hurt yourself. I'll take them off now." I stroked her forehead again. She turned, lightning quick, and slashed at me with her mandibles. If she could have reached I might have lost a finger. Okay, maybe I'll leave the straps on for a while. "I know it's scary but really, I'm here to help. Just calm down, okay?" Her thrashing was putting a strain on a long slash across her ribs. "Knock it off! You're going to hurt yourself! YOU came to ME for help, you know!" I burst out.
Her struggles didn't stop but they did taper off. Probably she just realized she couldn't break the bonds but it seemed like the angry voice helped more than the soothing voice.
I grabbed a bottle of water. "Are you thirsty?" I moved it closer to her mouth so she could drink. She turned away. I was prepared for that. I picked up a pad and held up an image of a water molecule. "It's just water. It's safe." I took a drink myself and offered it to her again. She stopped growling and took a hesitant drink, then she drained the entire bottle. "More?" I brought her another bottle. She drank a little more and then seemed done.
"Okay, good. Are you hungry?" I went and got some of her meat on a plate. "I don't know if you eat it raw but I didn't see anything on your ship to cook it. If this isn't right I can cook it for you." I sat the bed up. "I'm going to release your arms now. Remember I'm here to help, okay?"
I took the straps off her left arm and stepped back quickly. She was so fast I was pretty sure she could have grabbed me or slashed me with her claws before I got out of the way if she'd wanted. Still, I wasn't taking any chances. I walked behind the bed where she couldn't reach me and watched her left arm carefully as I released her right. She didn't make any aggressive moves, just flexed and massaged her hands and arms. "Here you go. I hope it's okay." I handed her the meat and moved the water where she could get it. She started eating.
"Okay, good. I'll join you." I got a meal and sat down across from her to eat. Our first date.
When we were finished I put our dishes in the disposal and came back to her. "Okay, I'm going to release your legs." I tapped the cast gently. "You have to go easy on this. Don't try to stand." I released the straps holding her injured leg. She shifted it carefully but didn't move. I released her other leg. And she was on top of me.
It took a few seconds for me to understand what had happened. It took a couple more for the fear to kick in. I was on the second bed with her substantial weight pressing down on me. Her hands pinned my wrists to the bed in an iron grip and her mouth was centimeters from my face growling fiercely with all her mandibles extended.
A ridiculously rational part of my mind realized that fast as she was she could have torn me apart by now. So she didn't want to. Probably. I took a few breaths to steady myself. It didn't seem like a good idea to show fear. In that time it started to feel kind of GOOD to have her on top of me.
Finally I said "Okay, you're stronger and faster than me. Are we done?" My voice barely shook.
