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Getting to know the natives: missedstations & flassche

DamianRuyin

DamianRuyin

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Blake was running. He ran and ran, panting and gasping for his breath, as He scaled one dune of ruined and scorched earth, tumbled down the slope on the other side. Behind him he heard the reports from small rocks and throwing spears, as his pursuers attempted to bring him down, calling out in their weird language. He could guess what it meant.
He hunkered down behind some broken crates, and looked down at the sniper rifle in his hand, all clips still filled minus the two bullets of his current one. He took a deep breath and exhaled
as far as he could. Closing his left eyes he glanced in the lens. Humming a strange tune as he always did when shooting, he concentrated. Twenty seconds later both his "assailants" lay dead.
He remained in the same position for a few more minutes before he decided the situation was clear.

Mercenary for hire, Blake "the hummer" Dorian looked upwards again and sighed. The two blue moons instantly reminded him of his fate. Just two weeks ago he was on spotter duty in a small outpost in Cuba, now he was waist deep in the cesspool of a planet he named after his wife. "Tiffany consisted of half urban half jungle areas, with pestering heat waves, and bone chilling nights. Every few days food, water, weapons or new "prey" would be shut down from orbit in capsules.

Now somewhat of a veteran on this planet after two days, he made his way over towards his "home" in a small cave. "Just 3 more clicks" he told himself as he glanced at every treetop and bush.
He was a handsome, if rough looking male. His tall 6”3 in height was covered in as much camouflage as he could create. Some of these creatures had eagle like eye sight, others could smell a prey from miles away. If Blake was going to survive he would have to use his skill, Experience. He had over thirty years of it. He had started hunting with his dad at a young age, learning every bit of
skill the man could offer. The army was his second father, teaching him advance recon and make him better equipped. Yet the best teacher was his life as a mercenary. No restrictions.
The only thing slowing you down was your own morality, Blake had few.

He rushed towards the next bush as he sat down. His uniform and camouflage blending in with the environment. He closed his eyes as he concentrated on his hearing. He had to focus, keep his
wits. If he concentrated to hard he would only hear his heartbeat, or freak out from every tree branch that fell.
 
The winds were all wrong – or the gravity was. Something meant his flights were harder, the thermals gave less lift, and that he needed to rest more often. At least there was plenty to eat and plenty of water. Rair had learned to avoid the ground as much as he could, and to rest on heights, hidden out of sight. He had no better weapons than his claws and his teeth, in the beginning, but he'd scavenged a long knife that was now strapped to his thigh. The metal was stronger than his claws, after all.

The jungle was no good for him. His wingspan was too wide to land wherever the foliage was too dense. If his wings were injured, he doubted his survival. He could never take that risk. So he sought pieces of more open ground whenever he needed to land.

It was a mid air assault that made life a little more difficult. What his attacker was, he did not know at all – a creature that had claws as sharp as he did, bigger than him and without conscience. They tangled mid air, a mess of limbs falling fast until suddenly – a separation. The thing plummeted straight down, its weak spots found, its spine severed.

He... Was not so much better off. There were deep gashes across his ribs, coagulating in moments, but the pain... Damn. He could tear the muscles if he did not find the ground fast. The best he could do was aim where he would land, narrowing his wings so that he could glide with at least some grace, and not simply crash into the ground-

He crashed onto his knees and arms.

A bad place. He could smell something close.

And he had no camouflage whatsoever. His dull scales were good for absorbing the warmth of the star – but their black colour was far too intense to blend into the foliage. There was not much he could do but get up slowly, flexing the joints of his fingers, his arms, his tail. Nothing broken. One thing at least. Now to find shelter until he could fly again. It shouldn't take long. His nanotech would already be working to accelerate the healing process... But then he would need to eat soon. Not a good day.
 
He still had his eyes closed as he heard the sounds coming from up above. “one.. two..” He began to count as he wanted a rough estimate of how fast the creature would fall. He looked up and noticed a weird scene up above. The light from one of the moons shone to bright for him to see clearly. “five… six…” The two figures up in the sky separated suddenly as he the larger creature fell plummeting to the ground. He closed his left eye as he placed the lens of the sniper rifle to his right eye. “nine…. Ten…” A loud thumb was heard in the distance, and he knew the creature had fallen to his death. “two clicks west” He reminded himself. Some of these creatures were a good source of nutrition.

He glance upwards again as he noticed the other creature half falling, half gliding down. It was heading straight towards his position. A lesser men would have tried to run, or even stand up. Blake did not. He held eerily still. “thirteen… fourteen…” He did not know why he still continued counting. The point was to calculate falling, this creature was half gliding. He simply did it because it was a task. He had to keep himself busy. “Slowly lance.. Slowly..” He noticed the black shaped creature slowly descending. When it fell to its knees he brought the rifle slowly to the ready.

He had masked his position by using mud and camouflage. A well trained eye and ear would have a lot of trouble spotting him. A sensitive nose might pick his scent if the wind condition was unfavorable. “slowly.. Slowly blake” Already he began to hum a soft tune. His left eye closed again, as his right peered through the lens. His aim was straight on the creatures spine. Or he thought it was a spine. Hell it could have two.. maybe three. He caught himself grinning. God this jungle was getting on his nerve.

--Thump!--

He had pulled the trigger and the bullet sped towards it target. Right when he had pulled the trigger, the creature had started moving. The bullet did hit him, but missed a vital area. The heavy caliber rifle packed one hell of a punch, as the creature was thrown backwards a few feet. “Dammit” He told himself as he had wasted a round. He quickly grabbed his side arm, as he threw the sniper rifle on his back. A short dash and he was close to the creature. He noticed the shape of the creature and the claws. The thing even had a spiked tail. He pointed the pistol at the creature as he moved away from his cover. “Don’t move!”

He did not know if the creature could understand his words, but he made the tone speak for its self. The pistol was aimed at his chest. He had guessed the distance from the creature safe. The tail might cause a problem, but it looked wounded enough.
 
He hissed in pain at the additional injury – unlucky. Straight through the wing, the hole just missing one of the major blood vessels. Still, it bled a surprising amount, and he pulled himself to his feet again, whirling to face his new assailant. Not good. Things could smell him for miles now, no doubt.

If he had the choice, he would have run from the confrontation. But these sorts of weapons, that hit long distances... He couldn't outfly them. And definitely not outrun: his feet were not quite made for running.

He bared his teeth at his opponent. Very sharp and very white, made to rip flesh and probably capable of cracking weaker bones. He would not go down without a fight, at least. His tail flicked low over the ground, restless. It was probably the longest spine the thing had ever seen. All of it vertebra, with the last few smallest in his body. Not perfectly flexible of course, but it could be quite a blow to the unwary. Sadly, the thing looked wary. And was holding another one of those weapons.

Maybe he was injured, but he wasn't stupid. He tapped one of the apparently decorative bracelets on his wrists, but the answer displeased him: 'no language match, more data required' was the idea that simply appeared in his mind. That was... Not good. Not helpful at all. He was sure that those were words, not just random noises.

He flicked his tail briefly in front of himself, a reminder not to come too close, and took a tiny step back. If they fought, it did not look good for him. And he knew the little thing pointed at him was dangerous. He had seen it used before.

“Leave,” he said, his own language, sounding almost bird-like. It probably wouldn't help. He had seen these creatures before, in the jungle, and they had not seemed very advanced.

He folded his uninjured wing tightly against his back, but found it difficult to the same with the other considering any pull on the damaged membrane was painful. A very lean body, all bone and muscle. It was only the wings that made him look big, and the sheer length of the tail. His actual frame was definitely smaller. Sharp orange-yellow slitted eyes that caught the tiniest bit of light – he had no problems discerning his enemy at all. Their faces had a certain congruence, as far as two entirely different races on an entirely unexpected planet could have: Rair had a flat nose, more like slits than anything else, and very thin lips. His fine scales made his face less mobile than the other being's, but the restless movement of his tail could have told enough. He wanted to run and lick his wounds.
 
His first guess was that of a weird bird, possibly native tot his world. That all changed when he noticed the dagger on his hip. On a closer inspection he noticed it was mostly humanoid. The creature looked small and frail, but his claws and fangs said otherwise. A wrong step and the spiked tail would be inch deep in his skull.

“Breathe… Think… Breathe… Think..” He said over and over. He needed to assess the situation. The creature was flightless, the large wings now half folded. Blake crouched down, keeping the gun aimed at the skull. He tried to blend in with his environment. It would be an ass of a situation if he was spotted now, hell his friends could be near. Lance was startled when the creature pressed a small switch on the bracelet. It looked more of a decoration than a functional device. When the button was pressed, he heard as strange sound. “ What the hell?” he said as he had misjudged the creature entirely. It was advanced, or at least the bracelet was.

“Leave” was said in the creatures own tongue. To the human it sounded like a bird being strangled. Was it simply grunting, or trying to communicate with the human. Lance weighed his options when he heard the creature speaking. The body language spoke more than the voice could ever could. Desperation, fear, hate, and most of all planning. IT was tensing his muscles as it decided what to do. The mercenary had to act fast.

He held up his free hand and made a stopping gesture. Pointing the gun downwards he made himself open and vulnerable. “Shhh” He said gently as he walked towards him. He placed the pistol in its holster as grabbed the sniper rifle from his back, pointing the end of it towards an tree. He hoped he looked friendly to the creature. “shh” He said again as he walked closer. He was now close enough. Slowly he grabbed a small piece of food he kept in his belt. He unwrapped it from its container, throwing it to the left of the creature. The moment the creature cocked his head to the side to inspect it, he moved. He used the end of the rifle as a blunt instrument as he smashed it against the side of his head.

Blake needed him alive. The thing had tried to communicate. That was rare here. Other humans were dropped on this planet as well, even they had tried to kill him.
 
Pointing weapons downwards or elsewhere was a universal gesture of at least a temporary truce. Which, of course, was a little silly to accept on a planet like this, in hindsight, but Rair was one of those who believed people generally played by the rules. In hindsight, a stupid idea.

When the human put away the smaller weapon, he let it approach. A little closer. He had his claws, of course, it couldn't be that dangerous. The human looked... Soft. He could tell that blood ran close to the surface and that the skin was thin. He had no idea what the sound meant, but... This was an opportunity to study the other thing, and well, it might be good if it was trying to be peaceful. His injuries were, perhaps not severe, but momentarily debilitating. Peace for the moment would mean a stay of execution.

What the-

He looked to the side, momentarily confused by the throwing of things. Some sort of food? What the hell did this thing think that he was? And then he got walloped in the side of the head. Obviously, it thought that he was stupid. And it had just been right.

Really, Blake was lucky. If his mind was not dulled by an accumulation of injuries, he'd have got teeth in his throat. As it was, Rair was slow and Blake gave him a strong blow across the head. Rair fell to his knees again, letting out an involuntary little whine, completely dizzy. Probably a concussion. His tail still moved, almost instinctively, wrapping around Blake's calf. It did not have enough momentum for the spikes to pierce the skin.
 
Blake knew he had hit the creature hard. A human would see stars or black out. The creature was still conscious, at least he thought. When the tail wrapped around him he knew it was still in the fight. Lance brought his right food up and forced it down against the creatures tail, fast and painfully. The moment he felt the creature release the grip he dashed towards it again. Blake was again surprised of his own strength as he jumped further than he could back on earth. The gravity on this rock was less than on earth.

The male mercenary might not be equipped with fangs or claws, he had a body that was used to heavy gravity. This world offered him lighter work, no matter what he did. He rushed towards the creature as his fist connected against the creatures spine. Pain shot through his own fist as he noticed how strong the creatures bones where. Grabbing the pistol again he used the backside as a melee weapon.

He remembered all the training he had done at boot camp. He knew what places would hurt the most. He hoped the creature would hate the same spots. He connected the pistol against the creatures neck as he heard the soft thump. Again he slammed the pistol against its neck. Blake was wearing lightweight Kevlar armour. He hoped that the creature would not strike at a vital area.
Using his own body weight he pressed the creature down on the ground. His right food holding down its tail. “Don’t move!” He said over and over again, hoping the creature could understand him.
 
Having his tail stepped on, especially by something so heavy, was certainly not comfortable. And the blow to his spine was far too close to his wings for him to be comfortable. He folded them tighter, as if that was the only part of himself that he was really worried about. They were big, things with long and light bones, folding into something surprisingly small. Blood was still dripping from the injured one, and he did not want more damage to it.

Rair's neck was better armoured than the human's. His bones were harder, a slightly different structure and composition, maybe, even as they were lighter. The blows were not as stunning as they could have been. He tried to shift under his attacker. He was flexible, and his tail was already twisting from under Blake's foot.

But he did not seem inclined to try to attack. The pressure on his wings was too painful, too insistent, and they were far too close to Blake's reach. If this... Thing wanted his submission, it could have it for now. If it gave him enough time to recover, he could fight another time. He reached back for Blake's arm, but his claws didn't dig into the skin, merely resting against the material of his clothes. He could have aimed for the artery he could feel, but hopefully that he did not was enough to show an intention. His fingers were long, slender, almost half an inch long and as hard as bone.

He bent his head down, stretched out his tail again, out of the reach of Blake's foot.
 
Blake felt the thing ease up, during his third strike. He held back at the last second. He forced the tip of the pistol against the creatures arm as he made a noise. “Bang!” He waited a second as he tried to communicate that this little iron thing was something to be afraid of. When the creature had its head down, he slowly got off him. The release of the weight on top of him was already doing wonders for the creature. Again the merc said “Bang” Hoping the creature would understand that if he tried to move, it would be shot.

From his pouch he grabbed two small steel rings. He quickly clasped them together, handcuffing the creature. He kept the gun pressed against his back as he looked the creature in the eyes. “Move” He said as he used his free hand to demonstrate walking. His index finger and middle finger mimicking moving legs. “Walk” He said again as he pushed the creature forwards. It was a short walk for the pair. Normally Blake would have travelled this distance in half the time, but he had to keep an eye out for the creatures tail.

They were home. Blake pushed the creature into a small tree. It looked like they walked right against it, but the veins in front of the tree moved with ease. Inside was a makeshift mattress and salvaged equipment. Most of the dangerous stuff was to the left. He guided the creature to the right and forced it to sit down on the ground. Blake took his own spot to the left. He kept the pistol locked on the vital areas of the creature.

The merc placed his own finger on himself as he spoke. “Blake”. Again he pointed.. “Blake” God he felt so silly. It was like teaching a dog to speak. Perhaps the creature was someone’s ‘dog’ and the bracelet simply its collar
 
He understood that it was a weapon, and that he could not really defend against it. Rair tested the bonds as soon as he was handcuffed, jerking his hands against them. Clear enough that he was at this beings mercy. He kept his tail trailing low as he walked, trying to keep it non-threatening.

Of course he was reluctant to be pushed into the small hollow – he was a creature of air, he needed space. All of his kind were a little claustrophobic. But Blake managed it anyway. Rair did not fancy his chances against that metal thing, and not with his hands tied like that. Immediately, he moved as far from Blake as he could, right until his back was against the wall, and wrapped his tail neatly against his feet. He kept his eyes on the his captor.

Was it trying to tell him its name?

“Blake,” he repeated, a questioning note in the voice and cocking his head to the side. Certainly not like a human's voice, but the word was recognisable. His vocal cords were probably far more flexible than this.. 'Blake's.

His own name was more of a series of chirps, but there were plenty of other languages that needed sounds similar than this thing was using. He made first the real sound that his name consisted of, but he could guess that this thing didn't have the capacity to repeat it. Using his tail to indicate to himself, he said, eventually, “Rair.” A use name derived from the written version of his native language.
 
Blake listened as the creature tried to pronounce his name. It was… passable, the B still sounding weird at his second attempt. When the creature pointed the tail at himself he began to speak. First the bird like chirping again, but later in another sound. “Ra.. Rair?” He said as he stretched his cords hard enough to mimic the sound. He though he was close, and if not… who cared.

What Blake needed was information. He slowly moved the pointed pistol closer to his side. The act was a peaceful gesture. He could react swiftly enough from this position. He might not have claws, but his quick draw was second to none. Grabbing a small branch he began to paint two circles. In the first circle he drew a stick figure that resembled himself. Even writing the name Blake. The second circle he drew himself again, and the creature in front of him. Again writing his own name. He had tried to write down the creatures name as well as he could. A guess.. but it would suffice for now.

He touched his own chest with his index finger as he pointed at the circle that resembled earth. Then he made flying motion with both his arms. When he pointed to the second circle, he made the motion of falling down. He hoped the creature would understand. He felt silly for using kindergarten style drawings to explain himself. With his free hand he grabbed a small fruit he had picked near his tree, throwing it next to the creature. He made the notion of eating, as he grabbed a similar fruit himself. He took a bite from it, and let the sour fluids fill his mouth. “Eat” He said as he took another bite.

When the two creatures had finished the fruit, Blake pointed to the circles again. He placed the wooden stick close enough for the creature to use, if he could not explain himself correctly enough with only his tail.
 
He watched what Blake was doing. Interesting. Falling? Did Blake not know why he was here? Also interesting was that Blake did not know any of the standard galactic symbols. Every child of almost every space-faring race was taught at least a few.

Was he being offered food? Not helpful. He picked it up, licked it to taste it, but then put it down again. His senses told him that he could not digest it. It would probably make him sick. At best, pass through his system with no nourishment, at worst kill him. He needed meat. Could not Blake just tell by the teeth? A carnivore's teeth. But, then again, Rair had eaten yesterday. He could do without so far.

How would he explain a false distress signal and an unexpected attack using pictures? He had never been any good at any sort of art... He did his best, drawing awkwardly with his hands cuffed, using the tip of a claw to scratch symbols in the dirt, first a symbol for his ship, a thing of aerodynamic curves, and then an explosion, and a fire. How to explain that his co-pilot was dead and that he had been looking for a way off planet? He did not know, so all he gave Blake was a confused little shrug.

Finally, he draw the symbol for a star – symbol for a day cycle. And then little straight lines that counted his days. Nineteen of them. He had found a worrying amount of wrecked ships, but how to explain that, too? They did not have words so far.

Food and an exchange of information. Maybe he would not be brutally murdered!
 
Blake might not have a fancy college degree, but he had something better. Quick wits. He not only watched the creatures pathetic attempt at communication, he watched his movements, the expression he gave. IT was clear the creature had some fear still inside of him. Not just because of the beating, but because of something else.

He watched the drawing of a ship, the explosion, and the nineteen straight lines. “Shipwrecked perhaps. And for nineteen days. “ He said softly to himself as he thought. He made it a habit to think out loud, to let the creature know he was thinking. Nineteen days was a very long time. He guessed that he would have survived most of the time by staying inside the crashed ship. The creature could be tough in a fight, but there were some top notch hunters in these woods. A trained warrior could survive a few days outside. A crash-landed alien without any firearms or any signs of training in combat.. Who knows, He might be mistaken.

Blake made eye contact with the creature as he Drew 2 long straight lines and one smaller one. “Two and a half day” He said as he pointed at the numbers. He then pointed at the door outside, trying to emphasize he was outside during his stay here.
The creature had not eaten, he would probably need another source of nourishment. Perhaps later that night, he would go out and hunt for game. He slowly made a show of placing his pistol to the ground, next to his left feet. He hoped it was enough to relax the creature a bit. He had of course a second pistol behind his back. Though smaller calibre, it would do the job just fine.

He dug through his backpack until he found what he was looking for. It was the last of his dried beef. He removed the plastic wrapper and placed the three thick pieces of meat in front of the creature.
He then moved to his place and painted an animal, or something like it. Then he pointed at the meat again. He hoped the creature.. or Rair… would understand it was meat. “Meat” He spoke while taking a bite from one of the three pieces..
 
From contexts, he could work out what words meant. It was better it Blake spoke.

He could tell that the beef was better from the smell of it, almost immediately. It was hard not to just pounce on it. He lifted a piece, holding it between his claws. He made very short work of it, his teeth shredding it to pieces. He didn't technically need to bother with the chewing. He could probably digest this in large chunks. But the taste was good... He enjoyed it.

Blake putting down the gun relaxed him enough to unfold his injured wing again. He twisted far enough to begin to lick his own blood off, with a surprisingly long tongue, taking off the coagulated blood, reopening the wound, and then very carefully realigning the membrane. If he got enough time to rest, it would heal well. It only took only moments for his wounds to stop bleeding, and maybe a day or two for it to be full healed. He was hoping.

He took off as much of his own blood as he could, until his scales smelt right again – that is, of nothing, more like dry dust than anything. Maybe he had no fire-power, but he was naturally hard to find. His skin kept heat in, and he left virtually no heat signature. So many things here seemed to hunt using infra red... It was a little surprising. Rair tended to be roughly the same temperature as the environment. He was not quite warm blooded, and not quite cold blooded. Something in between. A desert creature was not right for this planet.
 
Blake grinned as he noticed the creature almost diving towards the meat. It chewed and ate… civilized. The long and sharp teeth again putting the mercenary at full alert. He had inspected the creature from top to bottom. The claws and teeth looked sharp and strong. The muscles in his jaw and arms were less the part. It seemed the creature had evolved more towards flight than assault, and he had guessed in a lower gravity than earth. The jaw would not rip his arm off, but it would surely pierce his skin. He imagined it would have the strength of a German Shepard.

As the creature began to lick its wounds and recover himself, Blake was amazed at the recovery rate. It was a neat trick. Was it biological or engineered?. Similar thoughts like this haunted his mind as he inspected the creature further. It was.. an interesting creature to say the least.. this Rair.

Blake had enough of the talk for now as he moved his hands to his chest. He undid the straps of the backpack and placed the heavy object on the pile, next to the others. He then began to undo his Kevlar armour and leather straps. His armour was mostly created to provide defence against ballistics, but a knife would have trouble penetrating his armour. He had armour protecting his chest, groin, lower arms, lower legs, and knees. His helmet had been lost during the crash.

It took nearly five minutes before he was done. Now he sat there bare chested, his green pants the only items he had on his person. He felt relaxed as the heat left him. A jungle environment was tough, even for a soldier. The creature seemed to dislike this climate as well. Blake grabbed a bucket of water and emptied it above his head. The sweat and dust flowing of from him. The cold water did wonders. He then grabbed his canteen and took a few sips from it.

When he was done with drinking he moved towards the creature. He undid the handcuff on his left hand and attached it to its tail, the spikes would keep it in place. He then handed the canteen to him. “Drink… Water..” He made a drinking motion as he spoke the words again “Water… Drink..”
 
Seeing the human undo his armour was as fascinating to Rair as Blake found him. A far heavier being. Probably not as fast, but stronger - no doubt this thing could break his bones easily. But all he needed was to be able to fly... Blake would not be able to follow him into the air. Rair also doubted that Blake could cover as much ground. Rair could spend hours catching winds and gliding, with no real effort required on his part.

To Rair, tossing a bucket of water over something seemed a horrific waste. But that was instinct rather than rationality. He had seen plenty of water here, with the great majority of it drinkable.

When Blake was close to him, he could feel the heat from the human. A warm blooded creature, with a fast heart. His own was far slower. Enough to maintain a minimum temperature, but not all the activity that he may wish to do. He would need to bask during the day, or steal heat from something warmer.

Arm to tail? That was almost more awkward than having both his hands bound. His tail was probably the part that he tended to like moving the most. At least there was still some slack. He took the canteen with a disgruntled sound at the way that he was being treated, and took only a single sip. He did not need much water at all, when he did not have sweat glands. It wasn't the heat that bothered him, but the damp.

“Drink?” he repeated, as if trying to learn the sounds.

While Blake stayed close enough, he reached out to touch with his free hand. Curiosity. He couldn't resist. His own was very smooth and dry, but this seemed soft, with fine... Natural polymers? Huh. What were those short soft little things.
 
Blake noticed the disappointed expression. The expressions the creature made were mostly body movements, shrugs, tail movements. Small but he now knew a bit about him, and he could try to read him. When the creature took only a small sip he was surprised. It reminded him of a lizard, back on earth. Blake grabbed the canteen and moved backwards.

The creatures free hand reached out to touch him. The grasp was gentle, caressing even. The creature clearly wanted to demonstrate he meant no harm. God.. it was so long since he was touched gently. He again was reminded of his wife.. well ex-wife really. The touch of a gently embrace, or the feeling of another’s warmth.

He had let the creature do what he wished. It was fascinated by his skin, and even more by the short hairs. Blake thought it might be a cultural thing. He placed his own hand on the creatures arm as he inspected the scales. They felt weird, not bad or something, just weird. For a minute he let the creature do what he wanted.

Lance placed his hand on the creatures neck. “Hurt?” He said, making a hitting motion against his own neck. “Hurt?” he asked again as he wanted to know if the creature was ok. That and it would reveal a potential weakness.

“are you male or female” He said out loud as he began to ponder the creature. IT was very lean, the wings where the only parts on his body that really where masculine. “Perhaps it does not have a gender” He moved the creatures hands away from him, as he grabbed a duffle bag, placing it close to the creature. He took a seat in front of him and nodded. “Ok” he grabbed the creatures free arm and placed it on his head. “ok”
 
The fact that he moved away when his neck was touched probably said enough. He was fine, but... Bruising at least. Sore. It had been a long time since someone had actually hit him. His fights were usually fast and very short. There was rarely time for deep injuries to occur, and he was not really built to bear very many of them.

Curious. What was Blake doing? Too short time ago this creature was trying to do as much damage as possible. But on the other hand, Rair has accepted his loss for now. Perhaps Blake understood that.

The words he was beginning to instantly memorise, even if their meanings were not clear. He was starting to understand the system of sounds. Every language was complicated, but he had implants and training specifically to make it easier. A traveller like Rair had learned and forgot more languages than most people heard.

He touched Blake's hair, running it through the side of his fingers. Rair's fingertips were not much use in touching, protected as they were with claws. His tongue was the more sensitive part that he might choose to explore another with... But he did not dare. This was not one of his kind, and he felt vulnerable with the metal around his wrist and tail. Even should he attack and fight Blake now, how would he get it off? It looked too fiddly for his claws.

“What are you,” Rair mused to himself in his own language, touching the lines of Blake's face, running his thumb across the cheekbone. It was so strange to find that underneath the skin and the muscle, the structure of their skulls was pretty much the same. The universe played many jokes.
 
Blake noticed the creature move his neck backwards. “It had hurt” He thought, as he inspected the neck further. He could see the difference between the two sides. The scales where tough but it was still a good spot for an assault. As the creature touched Blake's hair, running it through the side of its fingers, the sharp claws gently scratching his scalp, he felt a strange shiver. Human.. or.. simply contact, felt strange. IT was clear the creature was examining him as much as he was him. The Human male finally worked up his courage enough for him to do the following.

“Don’t bite, ok” he said softly as he moved his hands to the creatures mouth. Slowly caressing the sides, even letting the tip of his finger examine the sharpness of the teeth. He closely examined the muscle again as he confirmed his previous idea. For a few more seconds he explored the scales, the size of its jaw, the back of the head, even looking for ear’s.

Next up was the hand. The long claws. It was hard to examine its hand at first, since the creature was too busy exploring him. After a few attempts he finally seemed to understand. He tested the strength of the claw, the length and sharpness. The digits where strange. Not suited for many complex task a human might do. Handling a pistol or rifle would prove hard for this creature, since the claw itself was too big to insert it in the small hole.

“Are you male or female?” He asked softly. The creature just stared at him as he again asked the question. “Male or female” Again it fell on death ears. Blake stood up and tried to draw a picture for the creature again. It did not work, how to draw simple anatomy when dealing with a different species. Finally Blake gave up, placing his hands on the edge of his pants. “Please don’t attack now” He said as he lowered his pants downwards, exposing his large organ. “Blake…” Pointing at himself “Male” He pointed at the large yet flaccid organ.

The exposed skin felt great. He was hot and sticky from the jungle. To expose himself like this proved refreshing and cooling.
 
Rair's ears were really more just like little hollows, not at all like Blake's. The cartilage of Blake's ears was interesting – he poked it a little, and it seemed so complicated. Maybe fear of Blake faded a little, and Rair let him touch his face. He parted his lips a little to let him touch his teeth briefly, and ever raised his chin when Blake touched his jaw. He seemed to like having the underside of his chin touched. Rair's skin probably felt cool to Blake, nowhere near the same warmth as the human's. The heat was a little strange to him. He gripped Blake's shoulder, feeling the hot skin, then brushed his fingers across Blake's neck. He could feel the quick heartbeat.

As Blake manipulated the fingers and studied the sharpness of his claws, Rair kept his eyes on the human's face. That was the most curious bit. The mobility of facial muscles, the expressions that Blade made. He was having trouble reading them. Rair was better at understanding body language. Every so often, Rair's tail would move, and the spikes would end up jarring against the metal. He did not like this, but it did seem that Blake seemed to be the most wary of that part of his body.

Well, there was a multitude of gender possibilities: it was very hard to understand what Blake was trying to ask. Blake removing his pants was a little bit of a shock, as was seeing what was there. Dangly bits. Hilarious. They looked so... vulnerable and silly. Rair had to cock his head to the side and just stare. Wasn't much else to do! He could not quite work out what the word meant, but he did have some of those too. When not needed, his organ was on the inside of his body. It was only when he was aroused that it emerged. When not, it looked just like a tiny bump on his crotch, a slightly different pattern of scales there.

“Male,” he said, not entirely confidently. He did think he could tell what the word meant, but it wasn't anywhere near certain.

He reached out towards touching the organ, coming a little closer out of sheer curiosity. Very strange. He had to wonder what it looked like when hard. It seemed so big even in that state.
 
Blake was surprised by the cold skin. The skin as hard yet flexible, and a soft warmth was emanating from it. To the creature Blake must have felt strange. Blake did not see veins or vital spots on the skin. If he were to tangle again he would have his hands full. He knew he had a weight and strength advantage. In this small forest home he would surely win, providing it did not got a lucky shot int.

That lucky shot might have presented itself as Blake stood exposed. His man hood dangling between his legs. The creature cocked its head to the side as its body tensed up. It was wondering what the organ was. “Ma...le” The creature said, again the birdlike accent at the end. Was the creature male, or did it recognise him as a male?. Blake pondered the subject, startled when he was touched.

The tip of the creature’s finger touched his sack. It was strange. The digit was colder than his sack, making Blake jump gently. It seemed intrigued in his manhood. Blake did not know if he should feel embarrassed or proud to receive so much attention. Blake decided it was time to set a truce. He lowered himself as he undid the other arm of the creature. He locked the cuffs on a small bag, making the tail free, yet slower to use.

The freedom of the creature seemed to have gained the mercenary some trust. It registered the now free limb, but still had his other hand on his organ. He had fumbled around with the testicles and was now making its way over to the shaft. Blake was never a ball person, usually hating it when people rubbed his balls or something like that. He preferred the shaft. So when the creature touched the flaccid but large organ, a jolt of pleasure shot through his spine.

“So.. should I be freaked out because you are male?.. or are you a female?” He was a bit of a homophobe, his time in the army had imprinted that. He was very strict when girls even neared his perineum or anus. The area was just of limits. He’d rather wrestle a bear than be taken there.
“What are you doing?” He asked as the creature still explored his organ.

Blake noticed the creature was distracted, so he began to search the jaw again. The figure out where the muscles attached themselves. His hands fondling the chin gently
 
Outsiders rarely could tell the difference in genders of Rair's kind. The only real difference is that females had poison glands in their tails, and well, slightly different equipment. It wasn't something that was easily visible. The bigger difference was in social roles and behaviour, where males rarely owned property and tended to travel more, be more restless. At Rair's age, getting a nice ship, a partner of either gender, and wandering off for a few years was perfectly normal.

Oh good, he was glad that his tail was freer. He tested the weight of the bag with a tail flick and a tug. It would do for now. For two beings who couldn't communicate, there was no need to complain too much.

The balls were very interesting. Just like biology diagrams. Fascinating to see them outside really. And the shaft itself... It's smoothness and softness was peculiar, not at all looking like those of his own kind. He'd had sex with other males a few times, both taking and giving. And it wasn't as if he didn't know how it worked. He had to wonder what Blake's organ looked like when he was aroused.

He made a certain clicking sound in his throat when Blake discovered the soft spot under his jaw, almost like a purr. Rair seemed to finally relax a little more, lifting his head and leaning into the touch more. It was nothing like being touched by one of his own people. The warmth of Blake's fingers was so strange.

Maybe he was being duplicitous here, because he knew that sexual relations did tend to lead to at least some improvement in relations. Would be completely bizarre having sex with another species though. Would it be bestiality? He shifted onto his knees and tugged Blake down, placing the other of Blake's hands towards his crotch, inviting Blake to do the same. Well, at least he wasn't delusional as to what happened after spending some time touching someone's equipment.

Maybe Blake could feel some of the emergence already, half an inch or so beginning to protrude. It was softer and warmer than the rest of Rair's skin, slick and smooth, naturally well lubricated. And a little behind that was the opening of his anus, another chink in his scales, just before where his tail joined his back. He probably did not understand homophobia. He was brought up with the idea that being exclusively heterosexual or homosexual was a little unnatural, a little strange. “Male,” he told Blake again, and probably the captor would understand this time.
 
Blake had been with many female ‘friends’ in his life. He was no stranger to lust. He took pride in his stamina. All these experiences seemed futile when he noticed the creatures intent. He noticed the changes happening to the creature when he placed his hands against its jaw. The soft clicking was weird, yet.. fun. He was fascinated with the creature.. The strangeness… Hell three days ago he had never met an alien, and here he was.. fondled by one. The creature was starting to behave strangely.

When Blake felt the creature pull him down with him, he complied. He was a bit worried this might be an attack, but he was close enough to do damage. When the creature placed his hand on its own groin, he was confused. “What do you want?” He asked as the creature again fondled him. This time pulling the foreskin backwards. This sensation started to arouse him as he felt pleasure shot through his body. His once flaccid member now half awake. The member was still limp, but it increased in thickness and length. The warm blood filling it up.

“What the?” Blake said as he felt the small slimy organ. He pulled his hand back and noticed a strange organ. There were no scales, and it was warmer than its own skin. “What the hell is that?” He asked himself as he grabbed hold of it. Even softly tugging at it. “Male..” He heard as he just grabbed it. Did he mean he was male himself?... For a moment Blake wanted to kick the creature away, punch his groin and leave. The moment this thought filled his mind, the creature tugged against the skin again.

The pleasure deluded his senses long enough for the disgust to leave him. Was he ok with male on male action.. no.. But he.. did not fight the idea.. yet. The used his thumb and index finger to softly squeeze the organ. IT was warmer than he had remembered, and it was growing. IT was thinner than his own. Was it even a penis?. He asked himself.

He explored the creature further until he found the small opening behind it. He fondled it gently before he returned to the now growing organ. His other hand still fondling his jaw. Perhaps this would be his chance to learn more about the device, or other technologies it might possess. Blake was surprised when his member had reached full length. The thick shaft and its thick veins pulsated rapidly. The foreskin slid back as he let out a moan.
 
He was very careful as he touched the Blake's cock, using the sides of his fingers and the backs of his claws to stroke it. The stiffness and the sounds Blake made must mean that he was doing something right. Rair ran his fingers up and down it, still exploring, feeling the veins. Fascinating. All so close to the surface. And the head of the erection... He ran the back of a claw against the slit.

Blake's erection seemed to him, at least, very smooth and very thick. He was quite sure that he had certainly not seen something so big. Well, technically he had. Just not in front of him, and he had never touched something like that.

Blake's touches made him grind against the hand, as Rair reached his full length. It was certainly thinner than the human's, and maybe a little bit shorter, but probably more interesting. There was a pattern of ridges down it and the tip was a lot more pointed than that of Blake's. Far more decorative, perhaps? He thrust his hips into the ring of Blake's fingers, definitely making a sound of pleasure now. A slightly lower sound. Blake could probably feel the vibration in his throat. He leaned his head back further, baring the entirety of his throat in front of Blake. Certainly a position of at least some trust. The front of the throat was more fragile than the back, even it Blake had no claws to pierce it with.

It was very interesting to be touched with those blunt fingers and short nails – they even seemed softer than his claws were. Those fingers were made to do slightly different things, and he wondered how they would feel inside him. It wasn't something that Rair's own kind did: cutting claws short was about the equivalent of pulling out teeth. Only done for serious health reasons. He was not at all so sure about the idea of Blake's cock inside him, though. Still, he was very responsive to the touches that Blake gave him. Maybe to take it slowly?

He could not resist lifting his hand away from Blake's erection, examining the ooze that was now on his fingers. Hm. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked at the whitish liquid. Salty. Interesting taste. Different.
 
It seemed the creature, or Rair, was very careful as he touched his swollen member. The creature made sure not to use the sharp nails to pleasure him. The fingers felt strange, but the sensation was.. intriguing. Blake was a man who could be described as a fire hose. He had a high hormonal level from his muscular active life, and this showed in the bed chambers. Usually his pre-cum would even shame a normal man’s cumshot. The tip of his member already let out a few drips of his fertile white seed.
And the head of the erection the creature ran the back of his claw against the slit. Blake shuddered as he felt another spike of pleasure.

It was clearly shown in the behaviour of the creature that he was fascinated with him and his member. If Rair was any indication of his race, than Blake must have looked enormous to the creature. Blake was still rubbing against his neck as he heard the familiar noised erupting from his throat. The vibration was strange. It was fast and felt like a jackhammer. The creature had powerful vocal cords, he knew that much. Blake felt the friction that was starting to happen against his hands. The creature was humping himself on his hand.

Blake felt.. disgusted and fascinated. He thought it was wrong, but at the same time it was right. It was not a human male, so it might be ok.. right?. The only thing he was sure of, was his need to demonstrate his dominance. He would be the master, not this.. thing. It had dragged him to the ground, it had started with the fondling. He would take charge. He had to, for the sake of humanity. No one fucks with mankind!.

Blake noticed how the creature examined the pre-cum and tasted it. It showed no signs of disgust, hell it looked even more intrigued in his parts. Blake had to take charge.

He moved to the side, preventing friendly fire, as he pushed the creature forward. He let his hands rest against a small rock, as it fell to his knees. Blake had used its weight again to trap the creature. His right hand had begun to stroke the weird thin organ. IT felt.. pointed and the ridges where weird to hold onto. Blake had a soft grip on the organ, keeping a steady pace. Slowly he began to increase the pressure and speed, watching the body language of the creature, to see if it still liked it.

Blake used his index finger to slowly find the small hole behind the weird organ. Within a few seconds he had found the dent. It looked small, to small even. He licked his index finger as he slowly inserted the tip of his finger. When he pulled it out again, he began to make circles around it. Again he slid it inside, this time further. He continued this assault until his entire finger had slipped inside. Slowly he had begun to fuck the little hole and massage the weird organ. The creature could not get out from underneath him, he had made sure of that. It could only kneel there, while Blake abused it.
 
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