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Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

He spun about to face her, snarling loudly as the drone launched upon her, he hadn't even seen it in the room tending the eggs, damn mask must have been malfunctioning!.His booted foot flew out to knock the drone off, his fingers squeezing the trigger on the speargun and sending two through it's skull, pinning it's corpse to the floor next to her.He placed his foot atop the felled aliens head and reached down, offering her a hand up."Be more careful, or you might not make it to the queen" he teased.
 
The thing kept snapping at her face as A'itha tried to get her legs under the thing. Just a little further. Growling softly, she managed to get her booted wedged under it when the thing's body spasm twice above her. Suddenly it went limp and brushed her under it's larger form. Blinking while some of it's corrosive blood start leaking out. Then she noticed the hand. Grunting, she reaching out for his clawed hand, her own slightly smaller and more human in shape. Nail trimmed short and painted in a sparkling color. Hey, she was female, after all! Grunting, she allowed him to pull her out from under the beast.

"Didn't see that coming", she muttered sarcastically. Looking at the young warrior, her eyes moved to his weapon. "Nice gun. I'll have to confiscate that later. Probably from your cold dead fingers."

Grinning, she walked back him and into the next chamber. It didn't take long until A'itha came to a sudden stop. Something wasn't right here. The animal scent was getting stronger. In fact, it was verging on snake like. That alone triggered long buried memories within the horned female. Her father's last words, the pensive tail spearing him through his midsection and the searing pain across her back. Rubbing a shoulder, she felt more annoyed then ever. So close, her mind thought.

"Are we any closer? I don't think I can take this smell for much longer. I'm about five minutes away from decorating the walls with my breakfast."
 
His fingers weren't cold and clammy as might have felt at an assumption, but rather were smooth and soft, covered in his thin velvety musk as well.He paused for a moment with her hand in his, feeling her smooth skin and savouring the exotic rush it sent through him.Quickly he came back down to earth and released her hand before tugging his spears free of the dead alien."I doubt you'd be able to use a weapon as fearsome as this" he mocked with a chuckle.

Following her along he sniffed softly at the air, goodness she smelt great, her perspiration and womanly scent were arousing to him somewhat.No!....this female is an ally and only an ally, do not let your little head over think your big one he reminded himself, shaking his head to clear it a tad."Yes...the very next chamber ahead, houses the queen.I hope you're ready, softskin...she will no doubt be fierce, as well as have allies".
 
"Bet I could", she shot back with a fierce grin. This was the true A'itha with no masks or flattering words. The young woman of unknown age had grown up practically on her own. With very few social skills and no one really around to curb her tongue, she became bold as brass. No hiding, no lying. Grinning still, she got to her feet and turned to kick the serpent in it's thick skull. It looked similar to those things from her nightmares. A little smaller, maybe. Then again, she had been so small at the time. Barely an adolescent at the time. And then these things came along and took her father. That grin suddenly became a sneer as she flashed a bit of teeth, kicking it harder before walking off.

At least, I didn't have to waste another knife, she thought. Taking off, she could scent something in this direction. Warmer, musky. With the hish in tow, she made her way into another hallway, her boots clattering against the floor. There was no sense in being silent, right? They were waiting for them.

"I was born ready", A'itha practically snarled. It only took an increasingly long corridor in front of them before they were outside the Queen's Chamber. And look. They had company too. Two dark shapes. Just as large as the Amazon had been. Soldiers, maybe? They were built differently too. Hissing and snarling in their direction. A'itha pulled one of her pistols from it's holster. This was why she saved them. They were powered by an internal scoured and weren't promised to last long once the charge was depilated. "The queen will be mine. You might live for the hunt, but this is about revenge for me."

Glaring out of the corner of her eye, she narrowly dodged a strike from one of those long, chorded tails. That's when A'itha unsheathed slayer in another hand and swung down with all her might, sliced clearly through it's tail. That brought out a scream of rage and some reaction from the second.
 
His move was quick, dodging aside as the glob of acid spewed forth from the severed tail to nearly hit him.Giving a loud inhuman roar he quickly sank three of his spears into the next Xenomorph, one through the face, one in the chest and one in the groin area, felling the beast quickly."Be more careful what you swing at, you nearly had my face melted off!" he stated sourly.

It might have been all about revenge to her, but it was much more than a hunt for him.His redemption was on the line.If he failed to kill the queen and destroy the hive, he was as good as dead back home.They'd likely leave him exiled for his young age, but he knew should he ever try to return home he'd be slain, he just prayed he beat her to the drop.Even if he did fail, he knew life would go on, just in a much different manner, as had been taught by the elders.He slid the speargun back into it's holder upon his back and drew the spear from his hip, the long shaft extending outward to form into a deadly weapon, a piercing end on one side and a horrendous slashing blade on the other.
 
Globs of acid splattered the steel walls that surrounded them and nearly got A'itha in the process. One of her braids wasn't so lucky and fell to the ground with a clatter while she surged forward to spear the beast straight through it's shrieking mouth. Unlike him... she didn't know how to fight these things. All she could do was go for the softest areas and hope for the best. Slicing cleaning through it's mouth, she watched the tip of her blade erupt from the back of it's slender skull. Although, she didn't do this without being scratched. Three slides cut cleanly through her light armor, her top in shreds and just barely covering her bound breasts. One could see the bandages under it. Wrappings that she used to keep them squished down to fight better. Hissing, she held the beast for a moment before pulling back and allowing it to fall to the floor. Not wasting time, she brought Slayer down three more times onto it's skull. Breaking through it's exoskeleton and splattering the floor with that strange, corrosive blood.

"And that would be different from how your face is now?" Placing a boot against the thing's head, she shoved it back and pulled her sword free. A'itha shot him a toothy grin. "Come on, handsome. We shouldn't keep her majesty waiting."

Walking past him, she sauntered up to a panel and examined it for a moment before hitting it with her gloved fist. There was a hiss and a series of locks being releases before the door slid open to show a massive chamber.
 
He gave a deep guttural growl at her comments as he clutched the spear firmly.Once more he could feel his kill gland swell and send that hot rush through him.The heat of the action and her snide remarks were starting to urge his gland into working unadulterated, pretty soon he'd be a wanton machine of death, perhaps just the right timing even.

His mask scanned modes and lit up green at the spectacle in the chamber.there were at least seven of the drones, and four warriors.Then of course there was the queen herself which was a formidable foe.They all seemed to be waiting, waiting for the pair to enter before letting them meet their doom."Well, softskin, I bet you I can kill more of them than you" he stated as he stood at her side.
 
Tilting her head slightly, she grinned. The possibility of death didn't seem to bother her in the least. In fact, A'itha was enjoying every moment of this. She knew that her body would be aching like a bitch the next day if they survive, but adrenaline was pumping through her veins. So much that she needed this. Fight, kill, survive. Her horn shimmered in what little light the humid room offered and the stank of xeno washed over her senses. So hot, so disgusting. Like a nest of vipers. Grinning from ear to ear, she moved with him into the room.

"Mmn. And how will you tell which are your kills and which are mine? You might cheat me out of a win." Smirking, she readied her blade and unbuckled the straps holding her other gun in place. Just so she could reach it easily during the battle. And then it began. One of the beast flung itself at them from the ceiling, it's target being the hish at her side. Shooting forward, she darted under the serpent's body and took another that separated itself from the pack.
 
It had been a long arduous fight, but the room was littered with dead alien scum, only the queen left now!.He had managed to plant several blows on the queen, weakening her quite a lot, it was time to redeem himself.He charged for the queen with his spear drawn, closing in with a readied strike to end it all and avenge himself!.
 
The battle was fought long and hard or so it seemed. A'itha had lost count of how many slain serpents now laid at their feet. Her body felt bruised and beaten. Blood dripping along her left arm that laid useless against her side. It stung like a bitch and felt like it had been dipped in fire, but she couldn't focus on that. Not here, not now. They were so close. Another dark shape came at her from the side, taking her with it and found itself impaled on her sword. Kicking it off, she rolled onto her knees. Panting and hot, her body burning, her vision blurred. What was going on? A'itha pressed a hand against her head, groaning softly before hauling herself up onto unsteady feet. They were almost finished. Just one more. Already her companion was going after it.

The Queen? Grinning, she felt the side of her face hurting and tried to push the pain while running towards the creature. It screamed in surprise. Calling to creatures that could no longer heed her, A'itha launched herself off the ground for one final strike. It was all she had left in her. Even as the yuatja started closing in for the kill. No. It was hers. This had to be the thing. Closing her eyes, she fell upon it's back between towering spike like structures. Already her crown was exposed and with it a soft spot. Grinning, she took her father's sword and drove slayer into the base. The queen's scream reached behind itself, scratching for what ever annoying little gnat had gotten to her. All the while corrosive blood started seeping from the wound and ate away at her hard shell. Twisting the blade, she shoved deeper, holding on tight even as some of the acid splattered her shirt, leggings, boots... burning. So much burning. And A'itha was growing weak too.

Just die already, bitch, she thought with a snarl. And then darkness came. With one final toss of her head, the dying queen threw A'itha's body like a rag doll. Dislodging the unicorn beast from it's back, sword pulled free and sent her crashing into a wall. The impact hard enough that it claimed A'itha's sight and drove her deep into an unconscious slumber.
 
He had been on his knees for what felt like an eternity, though what was in reality only ten minutes.She beat me....I can't...believe she beat me ran through his head in a loop.There went his chance for redemption, the final twist of her blade had dashed any chance of going home to the Ironskull, he was now officially an exile.It was a sour pill to swallow but he would swallow it with pride.It had been a wager made on friendly terms and it would be a wager met on friendly terms, the best hunter had won, and perhaps they could both learn a thing or two from one another.

Sighing deeply he strode over to the queen, severing the beasts head at the base of the skull, collecting the trophy in her name for her to keep later, It would likely make a nice mantle piece later on.He dragged the head along and set it down as he gazed at her unconscious form quietly."You fought well, softskin" he stated aloud, kneeling down and scooping her up over his shoulder.He dragged the head along behind as he strode out of the hive and to a save distance, laying her down upon the soil.Turning to face the hive he flicked the lid open on the detonator and pressed the button, the fusion bomb melting the hive into nothing but a smoking black crater.

He observed the crater for some time, making dead sure nothing crawled back out before he knelt down at her side.His strong fingers tore the tattered remains of her shirt off, and slid the still sizzling pants down her thighs to leave her in her panties.His fingers ran over the wounds before he removed the medkit strapped to his thigh.Opening it up he removed a few tools and a salve.He spread the salve over the wounds before charging the device.Pressing it against her skin he sent the energetic jolt through her body that would activate the salve, bonding the wounds tightly shut, though it was notoriously painful.
 
Daddy...

A'itha found herself in a world of grey. Nothing seemed to make sense and just running felt like it took a lot of effort. Like cutting through water. And all the while, she was following a tall form like her own. Perhaps a little more human in aspect, but it appeared much as she did. Reaching out for the form, A'itha continued forward, her eyes damp with tears and her body form. She vaguely felt as though something picked her up. The scene shifted and she was over her father's shoulder. A'itha could hear her father's words coming back to her. Listening to him berate her for being so rash and putting herself in danger again. That he didn't raise her to be killed. She needed to be smarter, needed to be faster. Her knees were sore, her body ached and god, she just wanted to sleep. Without thinking, she snuggled against the yautja's back, sleeping quietly while he carried her away from the horror.

The scene changed again when he laid her on the ground. Cool moisture seeped into her clothing. Or tried to. Groaning softly, she tilted her head to breath of fresh air. This was more like it. It cooled her insides and felt so good on her bare skin. Bare skin? So strange. She didn't remember undressing, but there she was sitting at the edge of a pool, dressed in only white panties and a loose fitting tank top. It's what she wore when yearning to feel comfortable. Still, something nagged her at her mind. What was it trying to make her remember? Dipping her fingers into the cool water, she could feel a slight different. Her skin no longer burned. In her dream like imaginings, A'itha slipped into the pool of slightly chilled water, allowing it to soak into her aching body and wash her cares away. There was no sense in caring anymore, right? She was finished. All that remained was letting the water carry her away and...

Holy mother of god!!

A'itha jerked forward and screamed at the top of her lungs, her body quivering and pulsing with renewed pain. It took her a long time before the pain subsided long enough for her to lay back down. Her nerve endings raw and used up. It still burned, but she was able to hold it back just a bit, shutting it out of her mind. God, she hurt. Turning glaring eyes upon the male creature, she almost snarled. Then it dawned on her that he had striped her of her armor. Blinking a few times, she suddenly grabbed what was left of her leathers and held them tight to her chest.

"You... I...", she kept stuttering as though there was something that needed to be said, but she couldn't think of it. Finally, she closed her mouth with a click of her teeth. "Thanks."

Getting to her feet, she started to walk away. If she could. It was hard to talk off with your armor in tatters and just wearing a pair of panties and tank top. Still, she kept her head raised high while she moved in the direction of her ship. He might follow. She figured he could. Or maybe he belonged here. Either way, she needed an energy drink, a hot soak and new clothes. Maybe a good twelve eyes of sleep.

Fuck, her skin still stung like a bitch. Probably worse then the acid blood of those aliens.
 
The yautja smirked a tad as she slowly slid up off the dirt.So, her kind can survive it...fascinating he mused in his head, having not known if the treatment would've simply shocked her to death or not.Slowly he stood up and gripped onto the queen's severed head."You're forgetting something" he stated, following alongside her, dragging the heavy cranium behind him."Not every day one slays one of these....you'd do well to keep it, your words alone would likely only garner you skepticism" he stated with a chuckle."Feeling well I hope?....my kind's way of medicine is....rather archaic, at least in terms of anesthesia...we don't have any".
 
Maybe her kind could survive that sort of treatment or maybe A'itha was just a stubborn bitch. Either way, she refused to lay down and just die. Walking a few yards, she felt her steps stumble and then her shoulder hit a tree. Damn. Standing there, she looked over her shoulder at the hunter. Still following, eh? And why the hell was he bringing that ugly thing with him?

Stupid, primitive...

Still, it might bring a nice price or maybe she could do something with it's hard shell. Hell, maybe have the blood analyzed and then created into a new weapon. That might be fun. Regarding him quietly, she just shrugged. "Bring it if you must, but the moment it's starts stinkin' up my hull... I'm dropping it."

In a strange sort of way... A'itha had just invited the hunter to come "home" with her. Or at least, she was letting him on her ship. With all that said, she walked on. It took some time before they found her vessel. A little dented on the outside, but still serviceable. Clicking her tongue softly, she suddenly lifted a booted foot and slammed it against the side. A moment later... a set of stairs decended and created a kind of ramp for them. "Excuse the mess. Not used to guests and don't think this is going to be a free trip. We work on my ship, got it?"
 
He smirked quietly as the ship slid open releasing a strange slew of utterly non-yautja smells."Yes, well short of either juggling or chores I wont be much help, your ship is foreign to me" he stated.Kneeling down he slid a knife out of his bootsheath.He slid it rhythmically along the sections of the queens head before peeling the sticky flesh off like a glove, revealing the bone and brain matter beneath.His knife slid along the inside of the head, scooping out the thick matter and flicking it off.He dipped it into a puddle and scrubbed it free of any clinging tissues before holding up a nice cream coloured skull that would bleach over time nicely, and all that had taken only five minutes."There, shouldn't stink now" he stated with a smirk.

It'd be interesting to have him on jobs with her to be assured, his skills were more tailored to hunting and slaying rather than any form of investigative work or rescue missions.Even so, he could prove a valuable asset.Striding over he pushed the skull into her arms before climbing the stairs and into her ship, surveying it curiously.
 
A'itha wasn't about to hear any of it. Glancing over her shoulder, she smirked at the strange creature before taking the ramp into her ship. It wasn't the most impressive vessel, but it was suitable for her needs. Once inside, she dropped her clothing on the floor and moved to a locket to pull on a fresh shirt and something that resembled pants. That felt better and her flesh was starting to feel a little less tender. She disembarked once again only to find the male doing... something... with... the... skull? Watching in slight horror, she couldn't believe how quick he had it skinned and the loose tissue removed. In a pile was it's grey matter and flesh. Well, there went her idea of having it's flesh turned into new armor. There was no way in hell A'itha was going to touch it after seeing that.

Turning again, she quickly covered her mouth and felt hot bile rise in her throat. All that fighting and killing and this is what makes her nauseous. Go figure, huh? Once he was done, she hazard a small peek over her shoulder.

"Dear god", she muttered. "You're going to make this trip hell, aren't you? Sheesh. Alright. First things first. Go back to the city area and gather what ever supply you can carry. Anything you find useful. And then meet here before it gets dark. We'll leave in a couple of hours. I just gotta prep some things before then."
 
His guts were cast iron, being trained in a manner such as he was meant it was only natural to harden yourself, or at least learn to quell your bodies natural reactions to such things."Supplies?" he stated, scratching the back of his head for a moment.To him supplies we're different, but he had a vague Idea of what she would need, if she we're similar to humans in behaviour, which she was.

His strides were long and his scavenging proved rather fruitful indeed.He'd returned with enough dry goods and scrap metal for repairs than one would need, It seemed he was adept at foraging, likely the product of long periods of starvation on hunts.He'd also managed to garner some valuables as well, including such things as ammunition and even a few left over grenades.His musk was thick in the air from working, a thick sweat running down his form in thick beads as he panted softly for breath."Is this supply enough to satisfy you?" he stated, gesturing to the many shopping carts full of food and bullets.
 
A'itha was about to turn around and tell him exactly what to get, but only because it was painfully obvious that the dumb idiot didn't know. Rubbing the bridge between her eyes, she turned to tell him... except he was gone. Okay. Hopefully he doesn't try skimming meat off those bug things. That would have been terrible. Or worse.... she imagined him bringing back something completely foreign. It could happen! Hell, she didn't even know what he was. Other then that he liked gambling with his life, or so she thought, he was a good man to have around in a fight and he gave as good as he got. Wait a minute. Was she started to respect him? The tip of an ear twitched as A'itha sneered. Of course not! He was just a helping hand and a passenger until she stopped to unload and resupply at the next docking station. Still, she kind of liked having him around.

Turning into her ship, she marched back up and climbed a ladder from the hull into a narrow hallway. From there, she easily moved into the cockpit, her fingers flicking a few switches on, her form sliding into the captain's chair. Her ship was already starting to hum to life, warming up and it didn't take long for her to go down the list of checks and minuses. By the time he got back, she had showered and changed again, her boots gleaming from a fresh polish, her dark slacks hugging her lower body like a second skin and a white wife beater thrown in. It was light and cool. Perfect to work in. Well, except for the boots, but A'itha liked her boots. A lot. She didn't wear any jewelry. No earrings, necklaces. Her hair had a few beads in it, but was about as ordinate as she got. Papa taught her a long time ago that earrings could be ripped out and necklaces used to pull you back. He tried talking her into cutting her hair and for a few years, she did, but A'itha started growing it out no long after his passing. One of her few vanity points.

"'bout time you got back", she muttered. Bracing herself for the horror that he gathered, she went over the carts and started examining the things. Stranger and stranger. He had actually gotten a lot of good things. And even things she hadn't even thought of! Hauling a few scrapes of metal from one cart, she examined it. First by looking it and then by touch. Finally, she kicked into it and grinned. No dents. Good. Lifting her head, she suddenly breathed his scent in. Warm, masculine. It stirred something within A'itha that hadn't been active in quite some time. Blinking, she suddenly held her nose to block out the male musk and waved a hand.

"Argh, you! Go get a shower." Without a word, she moved behind him, her hands on his hips as she drove him directly into the ship, up the ladder and left into the back compartments. Once there, she let him into what had to be the bathroom. There was a small tub for washing and showerhead above. Turning the water on warm, she reached for some soap and a rag before hanging it to him. "Get washed up and check the locker next to you. Some of my dad's old things are in there. I don't know if they'll fit, but eh... he was a big man himself. Like 6'5" or something. I forget. Just wash up and I'll get the stuff into the ship."

With that said, she left.
 
"But...I...It's.." he was constantly interrupted by her pushing and speech, herded onto the ship with little resistance and into the tight bathroom.He was about to open his mouth in protest of her fathers clothing, but she'd already darted out of the room.Grumbling he set the soap and rag down.He grunted as he undid the hoses to his mask and peeled it off his face, taking a deep breath of the fresh air, or at least as fresh as it got aboard a dank smelling ship.Stretching his mandibles out he set the mask aside and sighed.His face was toned and structured, his head more human shaped than most other hish, but that was because most other hish came from noble background, he was just a commoner inducted into a clan as a replacement, which meant he had to prove himself twice as hard, and had failed today.His forehead was far less sloped than the others, his hairlike appendages covering most of his head, flowing down to his shoulders in a mop.

His fingers removed the fishnet garment from his body, tossing it aside before he turned the heat on the water up a little more, enjoying the heated water beating against his skin.Ignoring the soap he ran his hands over his body, caressing and washing himself off in the purity of it.His fingers grasped his member, a healthy nine inches in length and rather thick and began to stroke it, washing it off too.His balls hung low and heavy, almost looking full as he washed them too.Soft clicking purrs rolled out of him as he grew semi erect, his cock drooping in a slight downward arc as he washed himself off.
 
It took A'itha a good hour and a half to get the supplies into the vessel and then them arranged according to her own special system. At least she didn't toss them aside in a pile. Just, she placed them in cubby holes depending on how useful the items were and when she might need them close at hand. Like water always went in the first section since she drank a lot of it. Good thing he got a fresh supply too. It would probably take them a few weeks to a month before they reached an inhabitable planet or a station. Either or. Depending on what they happened upon first. After finished, she removed one of the bottles and moved back into the cockpit, checking a few more stats. Almost ready. Glancing out the front, she noticed that the sun was started to set. Or was it rising? Who cared. They were leaving soon anyway. Pressing a button, she could feel the ship vibrate under her feet as the ramp pulled itself in and sealed them inside.

Perfect. Glancing up, she peered down the hallway and frown. Just where was big and ugly anyway? No way a guy could take a shower that long. Plus, she needed to wash some of the alien gunk off her before relaxing finally. Maybe slip into something a little more causal then these tight leggings. Hooking the toe of one boot into the heel of the other, she yanked both of them off one at a time before padding down the corridor to the locker room. With a knock to the door, she started cracking it open.

"Don't go using up all the water. This isn't a spa." Covering her eyes, A'itha stepped in to berate him if the water turned cold.
 
Slynn had turned the water cold a while ago to preserve the hot for her later.He was standing quietly with an inward smirk as he watched her step into the room.His fingers were quietly toweling himself off, letting the fabric smooth the water off his skin.His member stood at full mast, not much longer, maybe an even ten in length now, but It had grown quite a deal thicker from his loving wash.He simply remained silent, letting the blind A'itha step around the room.It wasn't until she was just about right in front of him and about to bump into him he spoke."I turned the water cold not long after...I was simply enjoying being unrestricted by clothing" he stated with a chuckle.Gazing down at her he felt his cock flex and bob gently, he did find her arousing, especially now that they were out of combat.His eyes drank in her lush curved form and soft skin and it made him throb.Sure it was considered bestiality by his culture to lust or fuck after anything that wasn't Hish but, he wasn't really a hish anymore anway.
 
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