Seeking Salvation

To Rewrite

The feast was abundant, the conversation lively and uplifting, the company cheerful, and the Leaders appeased in their decision.

The tribe women had made new clothes for the White Woman for her to wear while her other clothes were being repaired. The elders had vocalized amid the bonfires and food, that she would have her armor and bio-mask upon her return from the young-blood's Rite of Passage. One she would supervise to learn more of their ways and go along with that so that she would, by way of their laws, be a proper Blooded of their kind.

It encouraged the other trios of young-bloods, who would set out alongside Dagger and Slash, to do their best.

Not only because the White Woman could do it- but because she had done it for them. She had killed their prey to keep their brothers and sisters safe, despite not being their size or having their overall strength.

The Blooded brothers and sisters of the clan were exhilarated to know she fought with them and among their ranks; many believing she should be higher ranked for having collected more heads than Slash and Dagger combined. However, when Black Dawn spoke to her in her language about it, she politely declined.

She didn't want to be put above them, she wanted to grow with them. However, as the night winded down she made her way to the ship where the xenomorphs were. Slash and Dagger following. The xenomorphs hovered around the sides inside the cage as she came over, watching everything from the lowered hangar bay door and the confines of the cage. Dagger hesitated by the cage door with the key in his hand. "You're sure?" He questioned her and she looked up at him and nodded before Dagger unlocked the door and pulled it open- the xenomorphs hissing and chittering.

The White Woman put her hands into the cage first, tall enough to keep the creatures comfortable and talk enough for the yautja to easily walk in. As she did now. The xenomorphs backed up enough to let her in before she slowly sunk and the creatures followed her movements and Dagger moved to shut the door. "No." She voiced in their language and he paused, looking at her,

"They would leave." Slash pointed out and she looked at him next before shaking her head.

"No." She said again, one of the xenomorphs pushing its head under her arm, letting her wrap said arm around its neck and head, petting it slowly and soothingly with her free hand, "Scared." She patted it as she said the word, before gesturing to the other two that patiently waited for her affections as well, "All scared."

"How do you know?" Dagger asked and the White Woman looked up at him, "That they're scared?"

"I... feel you." She told the two of them, meeting their eyes as she said it, before releasing the xenomorph and letting another take its place and chitter constantly while she scratched it under the chin and stroked its sleek head. "I feel them." She patted the xenomorph's head, "Hot. Quiet." The White Woman offered a palm to Slash as a gesture to himself, "Cold. Firm." After a few long moments, she released the second Xenomorph and let the third and final one put its head in her lap and she began to gently pet it as well.

"...Do they know?" Slash asked and she looked at him quizzically, "That we must kill them?" She frowned then looked to the xenomorphs and the one that happily hissed in her lap.

After a few minutes, the answer came slow and cracked; as if it pained her to say it. "Yes." She leaned down and hugged the xenomorph's head and said in the same tone, "Brave to come. Scared to leave." She released the xenomorph after a while, standing up gracefully and smoothly and the xenomorphs watched her closely but didn't move to follow. As soon as she had stepped out of the cage, Dagger shut it and locked it. She looked back at the Xenomorphs sadly and they watched as the two young-bloods led her away from them and to the tent that their kin had made for her.