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Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

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Zodiac

Planetoid
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Aug 10, 2009
"A'itha here", she purred into the intercom to her side. "No problem too big or small long as the price is right."

Releasing the button and giving a dry laugh, she listened to the transmission crackling across her speakers. It was a slogan her father had come up with before her and something of an inside joke to them. Tilting her head, she grinned at the seat her father would have used if he were still alive. Unfortunately, there had been a job too big for him. A'methin hadn't seen it coming, but his young daughter got to watch in all it's glorious detail. Every last, bloody gasp... the pensive tail penetrating his chest and the crimson oozing from his mouth. So soft, so mortal. Then again, that had been their whole life. They lived for danger and knew it would come at the cost of their lives. It was the sad, lonely life of their kind. Not species. A'itha wasn't even sure what that was. During all her travels, she hadn't come across one creature that even closely resembled her and her father. For all she knew... they were the last of a dying race. That or she was just a mutt. Either way, she could make out the transmission now and smile.

It seemed that a planet had become infested with undesirables. This could range from a little problem to a big one, but form the hurried tone and sudden, gurgling gasp from the other end, she was assume big. Very big. Leaning forward, she listened closely to the background noise. Shrieks and cries. Nothing too unusual. Part of her almost wanted to cut it off until something grabbed her attention. Like a beast of old, she heard them. A metallic scream, almost like nails on a chalk board. Then that low hissing, almost purr like sound before the ticking of claws. There was no way it could be them. Damn, she wished that her visual unit was working, but it had been busted since the last time she threw a piece of space junk, probably a rock or chunk of space station, at it and cracked the screen.

Still, she could never forget that sound. Closing her eyes, she could also picture her father's gasping breath, telling her to run. She barely made it out of there alive. In fact, along her back was a wide scar. What ever the wound had been... it must have been ugly and deep. It left a white gasp against her pale pink flesh. Damn and here she was hoping to live back her 20th cycle. Ah well. Punching in the location, she set her course for the planet before getting up from her seat and moving into the back. It was best to get ready just in case there was a welcoming party below. A few blasters should do it. Maybe one of those annihilation devices that her father had favored. Hrm or not. There were only three left.

Damn. Better take it all. For all A'itha knew... this could be her last job.
 
His arm hung limp at his side, the thick phosphor green blood flowing down the wound.All my fault...I have failed the clan, I have failed my brothers and sisters.The thoughts flowed through his mind as he stood in the muck of the slaughter.The hunt had gone severely awry and he'd only escaped through sheer luck rather than any skill, but too late he had realized escape had been dishonorable.His fingers removed the thick damaged armor from his torso and legs, leaving the young Yautja in his meshes and undergarments.Living will disgrace my clan, I MUST die in order to restore honor to my clan!.With a thick snarl he found a renewed strength, his arm tensing as he clutched the thick spear in his fingers.

He was small for a Yautja, but it was because he was young, only a year into the hunt yet.While still taller and broader than any human male, he was nimble for his kind, and speedy too.The long tendrils of hair flailed in the wind behind him as he darted back into the infested camp, leaping high before coming down with a cleaving slice upon an unaware drone.The acid managed to miss the male entirely as he turned to face the growing crowd of hissing serpants.
Taking his stance he stared down his fate, with a final thought.I will fight till my last brothers was the last thought to cross his mind before his spear went into re-action to a pounce from one of the disgusting hardshelled beasts.
 
A'itha's shipped lowered itself to the small planet's surface with a low hiss of exhaust and steam. It was one of those worlds with only basic technology and slowly making advances. In fact, she thought it was a miracle that they managed to get a distress out to her that far in the universe. Once settled, she palmed her blade, Slayer, her father called it, and some minimal armor. Just enough to protect her tall, slender frame without actually hampering A'itha's ability to move. If it was one thing her father taught her it was that, as a female, she would never be as strong as most males. What she did have on her side was speed, stamina and a high tolerance for pain. In the end, that would see her through a fight. Stepping down onto the ramp, she grinned a bit. Everything was quiet. Almost too quiet. And the weather was hotter then she could have liked it. Almost topical.

Here she stood. A striking female of unknown origin. Although, she seemed to possess humanoid features there were things that couldn't have been human. Like those long ears or that jutting horn. One that she polished almost obsessively to keep it gleaming like bone. Her slender form was completely wrapped in darkness. Almost like a wet suit complete with silver belts, gun like weapons holstered on each thigh. Knife sheaths at the wrist. And heavy boots. Standing there, she pulled off her helmet for a moment to shake out her pink hair. It almost seemed silly, didn't it? Little miss badass... and yet, she was pink. So very pink. Ah well, she checked the inside of her helmet before replacing it and sheathed Slayer across her back. The blade was her last resort. For now, she would focus more on the guns at her side and the knives at her wrist.

Walking into the city, she glanced around. Still so quiet. Well, with the exception of a low hiss and cough here and there. Some rumbling as a building, for what ever reason, started to crumble. With her silvery horn glinting in the dying light, she flicked on the night vision and headed for what looked like the most important building here. It towered over all the rest with a few windows blown out. Just as she started to mount the steps something popped into her mind. Just where were the people? For a town this large... there should have been a body here and there. Instead, she looked over her shoulder and noticed that there were none. Oh, there were signs of struggle, but... that was about it.

Strange. She turned around just in time to find something standing before her. It's body taller then her own, low clicking sounds could be heard as it started to take a threatening step towards her. It looked at her as though it were trying to figure her out. And then... it launched it's dark body at her, knocking A'itha back onto the street. With a small grunt, she wrestled with the beast for a time. Her form strengthened by a sudden infusion of adrenaline. She got her feet under it's stomach and knocked the thing back. Taking one of her guns, she zeroed in on it's skull and pulled the trigger. It wasn't perfect, but it stopped the beast in it's tracks. Blowing a piece of it's hard shell off and leaving an oozing wound. Unfortunately, it didn't kill the Xeno. Instead, the thing scurried off into the dark shadows and shouting off a warning crying.
 
The Yautja stood panting, gazing around at the four slain serpents at his feet.Why had he survived and triumphed with only claw-wounds!.Why hadn't a single drop of the acidic blood contacted his flesh and melted him away!.He let out a primal roar of rage as he began to realize he might have been cursed, for some reason he had not been allowed to die honorably like the rest of his clan.Perhaps it was some sort of punishment for his cowardice, he didn't know and the more he thought of it the more it made him cringe.

The young male barely had enough time to think of it before the noise caught his sensitive ears, amplified by the mask.His eyes darted off in the direction he'd heard the hiss, the warning call.They only make that sickening sound when injured...something else is out here he mused in his head.He could already feel the instinct boiling inside of him, whatever had hurt one of the serpents to cause it to flee must have been a very powerful thing indeed.Tossing the melted stump of a spear into the dirt he slid the lithe spear-gun off his back and stalked off.For now he wanted to simply observe what had wandered onto the planets surface, and secretly a part of him had hoped it was his own kind, but he knew more than likely help wouldn't arrive.
 
What A'itha wouldn't know is that the corrosive blood splattered from the drone's wound would slowly eat away at it. Blinding the monster and sending it into shrieks of panic, it's sounds filling the night with shrill calls until finally it was silenced. How? One of it's sisters would have found it and put the poor bastard out of it's misery. At least, it would quite the dying drone and then take up the hunt for the survive. It's hive mind set guiding it to her, stalking her.

A'itha stepped into the lobby of what looked like city hall. Papers lightly gusted across the floor and fresh blood splattered the columns inside. This was starting to get worse by the second. She stopped for a moment and knelt to pick up one of the sheets. It was a language she had never come across before. Then again, A'itha had only been taught what was most common among those apart of some federation or whatever. She had no clue and cared even less. Wadding up the paper, she tossed it into the shadows and continued inward. According to her locater, this had been the place where the distress beckon had emitted from. Frowning, A'itha looked around the area and walked through a few doors. As she pressed into the building, she noticed that things became darker, bleaker. A dark sticky residue coated some walls. Touching it, she winced in disgust. Then she heard something.

It started low. A scraping sound from behind. Why did they always come from behind? With a sigh, she turned on her heel and aimed. Nothing. Oh.... 'kay. This was interesting. Frowning, she stepped forward and looked around. It was rare for A'itha to just hear something. And that's which something warm dripped onto her helmet. Blinking, she glanced up quickly to find a similar dark figure clinging to the ceiling. Like the first, it hissed and then... everything went black.

Stupid rookie mistake. A'itha came to a moment later, she kept her breathing slow, her body motionless as the beast above her seem to be inspecting her. Slow heartbeat. No movement. It seems so easy, doesn't it? She thought with a smile behind her visor. Just there for the taking. Suddenly, the thing scooped her up and started dragging A'itha into another room. She wasn't sure why, but this seemed like a good idea at the time. At least it would make for less travel on her part and the beast didn't seem keen on killing and eating her just yet. So where was it taking her?
 
He gazed down at the wounded Xenomorph and snorted, packing another forked spear into his weapon, the one he'd fired having pinned the wounded beast to the pavement of the street.His mask swapped vision modes until it took up a trail on the acidic blood.Following it along he paused and tilted his head.Swapping vision modes once more the bootprint shaped heat marks flared up in his vision, making him purr a tad with interest.A soft skin, on this planet? he wondered before he gazed up the building, noting the blinking red distress beacon atop it.

Ahh, a rescue party....and a ship.He began to stalk off along the building, following the heat trail along, pausing to study as the foot prints turned into a drag-mark.His speargun came up as he began to pad along more quietly, his eyes peeled for ambushes.His heart was racing in his chest as his breath quickened, he was approaching the heart of the hive now.
 
It wasn't exactly a rescue party, though. At least, she didn't feel much like rescuing anyone at the moment. A'itha was mostly trying to remain limp and silent as the bug like alien dragged her along a corridor into another room. Her mind racing, her thoughts taking into detail how many of those things were lurking. At one point, the drone was stopped outside a doorway as an identical xeno hissed at it. For the next few moments, she noticed their exchange. A lot of clicks and hisses, her snapping of jaws and screeches before the second leaned over her and started sniffing at her prone form. A'itha fought the urge to drive a knife straight through it's skull and the only thing keeping her still was remembering how the other took a killing shot and ran off. No, she needed to figure out another way.

Jaws opened as ropes of drool plastered her face mask. The sticky slime spreading over her visor as the second drone seemed to be inspecting her. Sniffling and pulling at one arm. Slowly drawing her slow while the smaller of the two gave a whining squeal. Just what was happening? Suddenly the second one, she decided to dub it Amazon, pulled itself from a room and hissed at it's hive sister. Pushing the smaller one away only to have it come back and be shoved again. A little fight among the ranks, huh? Smirking, A'itha allowed her hand to dip into her hoster. Could she wound on and kill the other? If so... which one? The fog of being knocked out for that small amount of time was starting to dissipate.

Soon, she though as Amazon shoved the smaller one again, stepping over her body and moving past. Her long, pensive tail swaying back and forth in an annoyed fashion.
 
The yautja froze in place, slipping into one of the shadowed nooks of the hive material as he observed.His breath was stilled as he watched the two drones hiss and click, fighting over the heap on the floor.His mask could readily Identify she was still alive and un-infested, but he knew that likely wouldn't last long.His mask was picking up motion from her and his vision quickly darted to the two aliens.The soft one is smart, those two would rip it apart in a fraction of a second he mused in his head.He admired the bold audacity and sheer force of will for the softbody to stifle an attack or cry of fear, their kind always whimpered.

For now he would follow and observe, he had to destroy the hive or at least slay the queen to redeem himself, though how he was going to do that was beyond him.
 
Something hissed above her, but it didn't come from either Xeno beast. It was the sound of a corrosive agent eating it's way into her protective armor. Not good. This wasn't a good sign at all. In fact, she could smell something akin to burnt plastic and leather. It filled her senses and choked off most of her air. A'itha wasn't sure how much longer she could take of this. If they didn't move soon or do something, she would have to act. The horned female would be damned if these slobbering monsters left a mark on her. Then again... it was already too late for that. Her back carried their mark from a fight long ago. One where she ran because she was told to.

Finally the two above her broke apart as the smaller 'morph relinquished her prey to the larger one. Stepping aside, she started to walk away, her tail tucked under her slighter body. If A'itha had to name it... she would have dubbed that one 'Runner' since it had a runner's build. Slim and light. This one above her was a true amazon. It watched the other drone depart, it's jaws still snapping in annoyance until finally it's attention turned onto A'itha's prone form. What to do, what to do. It lightly nudged her with a claw and then reared back and struck out with it's pensive tail with such strength that it pierced the stone floor under her. A'itha didn't move, didn't make a sound. No, she laid there as though truly out. That seemed to satisfy the Xenomorph as it grabbed her by the ankle again and started the dragging process again.

Listening to those around her, she couldn't heard any chattering or shrieks. Just the strange purr of the beast in front of her and the sound of her body dragging across the cool floor. Flicking a blade from one of her wrist sheaths, she gently palmed it and watched the beast. Just waiting, just watching... for the perfect moment.

The blade would be wasted, she knew that. Too small to kill the beast, but Slayer might be enough. Plus, she didn't have much time. She could already feel the heat of acid slowly making it's way through the layers of material. Soon she wouldn't have a choice, but to act.

Fuck it, she thought with a sneer. Taking the blade in both hands, A'itha speared the beast's tail to the floor lightening fast before moving to her feet and out of reach, her hand moving to grasp slayer's hilt and swung for Amazon's head as the Xeno turned to scream at it's wounded tail.
 
A while of silent observing from the shadows had fascinated the young hunter, and while his armor had been damaged and shed a while back, he needed no cloak to blend in or disappear.The mask on his face swapped vision modes rapidly as his steady heart beat grew faster.His muscles tensed slightly like a coiled spring, he could feel his kill-gland swelling and secreting it's adrenal toxin.He could still recall the tales of the war that had nearly ended his race, before they had discovered the hormonal manipulation to control it.Unfortunately that hormonal control device was on the armor they bore, and he was without such a device.Curb the urge, Slynn he told himself in his head.Supress the urge to act on impulse, your redemption is at hand.

His thoughts were cut short as he saw the quite formidable alien lash it's tail into the ground near the soft skin, and she hadn't even flinched, how admirable he thought.It wasn't until the soft skin pinned the alien down and sprang up into action he got a true sense of her prowess.She handles that blade like a natural extension of her body!....perhaps for now I shall simply watch...If she proves herself in combat, she may prove useful the young yautja mused.So for now he sat and waited like the predator he was, waiting to see if this seemingly unusual pink skin would triumph.
 
Funny how there was someone in the shadows that thought of her as being clever, experienced and all that nice stuff. Instead, A'itha was relying a lot on instinct and training. It had been a rough training for one left on her own so young, but it was a good training. The school of hard knocks. Not only was her back a nest of scars, but there were others. Smaller one. Laser holes burned into the fleshy part of one arm, a knife wound that was meant to end her life. A'itha survived it all and came to be here. It was almost a full circle. Almost. She just needed to find that blasted big bug. Yeah, that's what they were, she thought while dodging one of the beast's clawed blows. Large bugs. They were black and shiny like one. Dancing away, she swung out and sliced her blade across Amazon's back. This one might be larger and stronger, but it was too big to maneuver itself properly within the small corridor. In fact, A'itha planned to take advantage of it.

Then suddenly it was in her face, it's claws striking the wall on either side of the horned female. Narrowing her eyes, she watched it rise in front of her visor. Snarling and clicking, an angry hiss rising. Suddenly, A'itha slammed her head forward, cracking her visor, but taking the monster off balance. A shard of glass was embedded in the softness of it's mouth. So it did have a weakness, huh? Angling her blade, she watched the beast draw back and paw at it's mouth before turning back to her. In a single strike... everything went silent.

A'itha stood there. Amazon stood there. Something dark started leaking onto the ground and both bodies slumped to the floor. Amazon because, well, she was dead and A'itha because she couldn't support the weight on her blade. Standing up slowly, she pulled slayer from the beast and started wiping it off on the animal. Oddly enough. It didn't start to melt. A normal sword would have, like her knife, but this one was still silver when she wiped it clean and put it back into it's sheath.

Great. Outer armor burned. Helmet cracked. At least, she could breathe the air so far. Removing her helmet, she shook out her long hair with it's tiny braids mixed into the thick mass. Dusky pink and not dyed. And the horn like structure remained with her instead of being removed. Just showing that the horn was natural. Breathing deeply, she shrugged off her jacket and examined the hole burning into it. This was something she hadn't expected. A'itha wiggled a finger through the hole before giving a disgusted sigh and throwing it at the Xeno. Dressed in tight black leggings, probably a kind of leather, and dark tank top. Only her neck and arms were exposed. Her feet were booted in soft leather. Pink skin. Hers could be called an extreme, but it was also spotted with marks of battle. Old battle. Bar fights, missions and a few tattoos mixed in.

Without noticing that she was being watched, A'itha turned to follow the hallway that they were pulling her down.
 
He was nearly ready to spring into the action at the alien, though he was subdued by the fact the woman had managed to finish the serpentine creature.His fists were clenched as he observed her victory, It had been both a good fight and a well deserved victory, indeed she was much more than the average soft meat, this one had it!.Silence remained until he heard her just on the edge of earshot before he slipped out of the shadowy nook.Snorting a tad he gazed down to the felled alien.The skull would have been a massive, praiseworthy trophy back home...to bad he hadn't gotten the opportunity to have a go with the beast.

His mind was twitching in ways only a superb hunters would, like a fine tuned machine.That blade is not of Yautja make, but the material is.It isn't unusual for the elders to bestow gifts upon worthy creatures, but still, very curious.The motions of her attacks had been so elegant, the smooth arcing cuts and the swift darting stabs, it was almost a dance.Of course he was familiar with the weapon itself, the sword as it was called, but he himself had never used one.The smaller males were always given stealth training and ranged weapons rather than the more prideful weapons of the Yautja.Even then his fingers held the speargun tight as he moved along, keeping her just on the edge of his vision as he stalked his prey, or rather stalked his interest.
 
It was only down the hallway that A'itha's ear twitched. Something was following her. The steps were feather light and it's movements were like that of a phantom. Still, she couldn't ignore the rising hairs along the nape of her neck. Prickling and itching when ever someone watched her intently. Licking her lips, she moved off into a side room. Where it was dark, but silent. Unfortunately, she only had the light spilling in from the corridor and that wasn't even enough to see by. Dangerous, yes, but not completely stupid. Or so A'itha hoped.

Removing her sword as silently as possible, she laid the blade against a chair, making it seem as though she could be kneeling in the darkness with her back to the door. At the same time, she silently moved to stand within the shadows. Her breath threading lightly through parted lips. A'itha didn't want to sacrifice another knife. Not yet. She had one or two to go. The second/third already dissolved by the alien blood. If you could call it blood. The light, swinging from a wire, flashed into the room. It reflected on her blade and then disappeared again for another heartbeat.

Come on, she thought with a slight grin.
 
The yautja stopped silently outside the room, gazing at the entrance quietly.It was narrow, very much a difficult spot.The fact that the bulb in the lamp was emitting a radiant heat rendered is heat vision useless, and would also render his natural infrared vision useless as well.A little purring click escaped him as he switched the mask to coloured mode, which filtered the light and spectrums into something that his eyes would see as human vision.The swinging lamp cast a shadow of him through the doorway, highlighting his humanoid figure and flowing hair-appendages.

His sensitive ears could pick out the shallow breathing in the room, but it was too faint to discern where in the room she might have been.The glint of the blade drew his eyes to it...she had set it down, was she planning to ambush him with one of those wimpy little finger-blades, or did she have something else in store?.It was a bold faced challenge, and to be honest he would have loved to have fought and slain her, but that posed a problem.She had a ship, a ship he didn't know how to work.More importantly, he felt a strange yearning in himself to get closer to this strange female.

Slowly he stalked into the room, fully aware she had the advantage, but also fully prepared to deal with any attack she might launch.His masked face gazed about the room, looking for any signs of movement, which was hard in this strange spectrum of colours and motion, it was almost enough to make Slynn's stomach churn.
 
A'itha did something that she hadn't in years. She hesitated while watching the tall figure walking into the room. Sure, there was a moment of pause as though it were regarding it's surroundings and weighting it's chances. Smart, she thought. Grinning, she watched as the lean figure came into view. Taller then herself, which surprised her, humanoid in appearance and muscular. She could make out the tone of his biceps while he moved smoothly into the room. Licking her suddenly dry lips, A'itha had to admit that he had a hunter's grace. Practiced and deadly. Still, she couldn't ignore his presence or why he had been following her.

With her head lowered, her body crouched to the floor, she regarded him silently and then launched herself at his back. With arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, she held one of those 'finger blades' against his throat. At least, she hoped that was his throat. With a soft snarl, she asked the only question that came to mind.

"Who are you?"
 
He'd sensed the movement behind him, but she'd been far to quick for him to dodge her entirely.He snarled loudly as he felt her lithe weight on his back.His first reaction was to slam himself against a wall, but he was forced to pause as he felt the edge of the blade against the soft flesh of his neck.Soft clicks of frustration grew from him as the mask registered her words.

Thankfully Slynn had excelled in vocal patterning and imitation, it had allowed him to lure and trick a lot of prey before.His voice was deep as he spoke, near-perfectly formed words, though they had a slight syntax to them as he spoke."I...am Slynn...hunter of the Ironhorn clan" he stated.Inside he was fuming that she'd gotten the drop on him, but he was in no way ashamed, she was skilled, and there was no shame in losing to a skilled person, just to a lucky shot.
 
A'itha's own voice was low for a woman's and crisp. As though she were used to speaking quickly and with authority. There was something about this particular male. It had to be male. The voice was masculine and his body felt very hard against her own. Not aroused. Just muscular. Strength under his armor or smooth flesh. Depending on what he wore. She noticed some flesh in the light as it faded in and out. Darker then her own. A strange color. Mottled? She couldn't be certain in this room with it's indecisive light, but she knew that removing herself might be tricky.

"Alright, I'm going to release you and I don't want any hard feelings, got it?" She spoke slowly. "It doesn't seem like you're one of those things. And you seem to be the only other living thing around here. Hrm. If I was smart, I'd slice you from ear to ear now, but I might need you."

All of this was spoken out loud, but some of it was obviously thought. One of A'itha's flaws. She thought out loud sometimes. "On the count of three... I want you to move your ass to the other side of this room, got it? I'll stand on the opposite."
 
His body was rigid and toned, the product of years of countless building and tolerance training.His skin was slightly wet beneath her, a trademark of his kind, along with the almost reptilian colour and spots.His frame was solid still beneath her, his chest and legs glad in fishnetting, except for where actual fabric was necessary around the groin area."Fine with me" he stated in a somewhat sour tone.Pity was rather insulting to him, but he'd buck up his pride for now.

After her count of three and her dismount he stood straight backed and strode to the other side of the room, turning to face her quietly, studying her form more closely now.His masculinity was highlighted further now as the light stilled and cast it's din evenly across the room.He was easily 6'2 and built like a brick house, a hardbodied warrior through and through.The front of the cloth covering his crotch was bulged outward a tad from his concealed package as he folded his arms.

"Those things are my prey, I hunt them for the sport of it.They can be rather challenging little things to kill, and sometimes they win" he stated bitterly."Their queen is my prize, and why I am here, though I do admit I find your presence here rather curious" he stated.
 
1... 2... 3!

A'itha dropped to the floor with a solid sound and collected her sword before moving to the otherside of the room and sheathing it. She watched the male with some kind of interest. Most aliens she came across were either a similar height to her or smaller, but always slender. Nothing she knew of could compare to this male and she watched him almost like a snake ready to strike. Cold, calculating. Here was a female that didn't trust easily and she was used to being alone. When was the last time she had any contact with another creature? A few months, perhaps. She had to make currency somewhere and resupply her vessel. Yeah, it was about a three month wait. Give or take. Maybe longer. Time was a little different for her then others. Damn stars controlled everything. All she had were the watches and calendars that her father left behind. Things that were started to become soft like cloth from her near constant use of them.

Her suit was slick with some of his dampness, her hand lightly running along her breasts and stomach as though testing the substance. Not corrosive. A'itha brought her fingers to her nose and breathed deeply of his musk. No, he wasn't like them. Different. And intelligent. That was a big winning spot for her.

Standing before him... A'itha was a race of her own. Tall, about 6 feet, and slender. Her feminine assets were bound down to appear smaller, more stream lined for faster movement. Her outfit was light weight. It offered very little protection, but it didn't hamper her movements. Her long, tapered fingers came to rest upon a hostler, lightly fingering one of the guns while watching him with some interest. Dressed in black from shoulder to toe, what little skin did appear was a lovely shade of pink. Not like a human's or the inhabitants of this planet. And she sported a single jutting horn. Average humanoid feet or so it seemed. If those heeled boots were anything to go by. Long slim ears.

"Your prey, huh? Well, I hate to tell you this, but we're seriously outnumbered." Tilting her head, she smiled a bit. "This might be one of those times where they've won. Although, the game isn't over yet, huh?"

To trust or not to trust. He could have easily taken her out, she knew that. A'itha wasn't stupid. A good slam against the wall and her fragile form would have been dazed. Long enough for him to finish her.

"Good news, though! I'm here for the queen too. A little unfinished business if these are the things I think they are. So, let's partner..." Smirking, she couldn't take her eyes off him. "Until we get to the Queen. Then we're rivals for her head. Got it?"
 
A smug smirking sound came out of him as he snuffed his head up."They'll never win as long as I still draw breath!" he stated with pride."Besides, the queen is my sacred right, my path to redemption!.You will have to fight very hard to slay her before I do" he stated with somewhat of a chuckle."Though I do accept your challenge, a friendly rivalry never hurt anybody" he stated, his fingers gripping the speargun tighter.He of course had other weapons, at least one or two anyway, but his best bet and best talent was with this one.

His own masked face was studying her as well, she was quite unlike those silly human creatures, for one she obviously wasn't one.That hair and skin was so vibrant, it was a strange thing to him that the brightness of her hadn't got her shot yet.That horn, was even more strange, though it amused him that she could likely give a mean headbutt with it.

"Very well then!, shall we get a move on, softskin?" he stated with a purring sound, he was eager to get moving.Already his muscles were flexed and rippling under the fishnets, his musk growing heavier, almost a tad dank in the air with the anticipation of a queen-hunt, something that would surely redeem him among his people!.
 
"Softskin?", she questions with a laugh. Her gaze raked across his own form for a moment before she gave a slight nod. It was a cute kind of name and made her smile. A'itha wasn't about to give him her real name. Not yet. Besides, he probably wouldn't live long to care. Nor would she worry. Glancing over her shoulder out the door, she gave a nod. Partners. Great. She welcomed the help and his body promised strength where's hers lacked it.

"Yeah, we should move." Then she smelled something on the air. Something heavy and almost sweet. It reminded her of that light musk he carried only heavier. Glancing at him, she grinned a bit. It wasn't a terrible scent. In fact, she rather liked it. "Mmn. I'll let you lead the way since you seem to know these things best.

Nudging her shoulder against a wall, she waited for him to take the lead and follow behind him. Her eyes and ears peeled for any kind of sound or movement. He might have that fancy helmet to pick up on little things, but all A'itha had was her own natural talents.
 
His bootfalls across the floor were somewhat heavy, though muffled considerably by his boots as he strode across the room."Try and keep up" he teased as he stepped out of the room and began along the corridor they had been taking.That thick heady musk followed him in a wake as he moved along, his vision darting about all over.He did have a general Idea of where the central hivechamber was, one simply had to follow the warm inward breeze, it always lead towards the humid and hot center of the hive.

It was un-naturally quiet, especially considering the hive likely knew of their presence."They likely have an ambush set up, be wary" he stated as he proceeded along quietly, his mask lighting up green as they came upon an antechamber full of the sick egg-spawn of the queen.
 
Try and keep up. Smirking, she could have laughed, but that might give away their position. A'itha fell into step behind the large male, her own footfalls were lighter and softer. Almost ghost like as they made their way towards the interior nest. Then he spoke again and she found herself growling in frustration. They were setting an ambush? Could those monsters actually be intelligent enough to do so. It wasn't all that far fetched. Just where were they? As they went deeper into the hive, she noticed that the walls became darker and almost sticky with some sort of residue. Nothing she was likely to touch, but it carried a fowl, almost animal smell to it.

"How long to do you think it will take us to get there?" Her fingers itched for a bit of action. And just what were sick egg-spawn. Not that A'itha could read minds, but something strange was going on. she could feel it. "What are they?"
 
He removed the brace on his arm, pressing a few buttons before he pitched it into the egg room with a swift toss."Those are the beginnings of the bigger ones" he stated quietly.He hadn't set it up on a timer, rather a detonator, his heart.It was wired to blow if his heart stopped at any point for any reason, of course It could be detonated manually as well."Come, the queen is in the chamber a few more down, I've no doubt her entire hive is likely waiting to protect her, we have a very arduous task ahead of us" he warned her.
 
"Are you serious?" A'itha started and a light groan. Maybe this would be her last mission. If what he said was true, well, she had no doubt. Ah well. She would go down just as her father had. Laughing in the Xeno's face while it...

Something suddenly shot out of the darkness at her, catching A'itha around the waist and dragging her down onto the floor. Hitting hard, she groaned and rolled with the beast. It hissed and snapped it's jaws at her. Raising her hands up, she started slipping one of the knives from it's sheath. Slayer was out of the way, but maybe she could find a soft spot in it's armor. Or her gun. It was an idea, but her hands were kind of busy at the moment. Damn! A'itha didn't know what would be best, but she wasn't about to get a drone take her down. They needed to get to the queen.
 
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