Trinity

Make Me Yours

AN: 95% smut, as soon as you reach the huge space. That's the smut and the rest of the chapter.

Bridgehead came into view within the next few hours and Mansk took note of how hard Ten'etirey was scowling. Quaritch called in their arrival; clearance granted, they flew over the city and into its metal heart. The city felt different now, seeing it from this point of view. He hadn't really thought about it before. To be fair, he didn't really care then either. Now, it was different.

Now he had her.

The city was a monstrosity on the once lush Pandoran landscape, a hint of what humanity would continue after they completed their colonization of the world. The dead zone surrounding the city made something twist inside of him and he realized it was from Tiray. He could see what it looked like before the humans got a hold of it and settled there. The contrast was striking and he found himself sympathizing with the native's plight. Humans would destroy this world just as they destroyed Terra.

Waryn, Tiray, and Cupcake landed together and Ten smirked at Ryn, asshole landed in the middle of the two female ikrans. Sliding off his back she patted his neck affectionately.

"Keep the other ikrans from attacking the humans, yeah? " He glares and swings his head away from her dramatically. "Ryn."

Fine.

She snorts at his attitude and disconnects, God she had missed him. Humans both in and not in skel suits approached the fierce Pandoran creatures with caution. Prager's banshee hisses at a human who got too close and Ryn snaps his jaws at them in warning. He laughs at the sheer speed his ikran stood down and pats his side.

"I'll take it your banshee will keep them in line?" Quaritch asked, eyeing how many potential dead humans he'd have to somehow explain to Ardmore.

"Ryn is older, they'll listen to him. Also he's an asshole, if they don't listen, he'll make them."

"Oh good, another one just like you." Lyle mutters as he walks past and she takes the opportunity to smack him on the top of his head. Ten takes off her ionar and whistles for Ryn to get back over to her. Already he was monitoring the other banshees and starting to correct them. She places her ionar in a satchel on his side.

"You keep them in line and I'll make sure you get a few hours away with your new girlfriends, alright? " His head nuzzles into her chest and she pushes him to go back to his new task. She turns around and is immediately reprimanded by a very brave human.

"Speak English when you're here, native." The last word dripped in disdain and she crouched down to look at him eye-to-eye.

"Unsurprisingly, my banshee doesn't speak English, vrrtep." The human scowled as she used the same inflection on that word as he did before. He knew what it meant, demon. "I can rescind my order to keep the other banshees in line if you'd prefer."

"Rescind it, they'll learn once they get bit. Or die, either way someone's going to learn something." Quaritch responded with a dark grin and a human in a skel suit ran up and picked him up by the scruff of his collar and carried him away like a scolded puppy.

Ten stood back up and did her very best to not laugh at the sight of a grown man being manhandled but knew she was failing when Lyle had to look away from her to stop from laughing.

"Don't antagonize the humans." Quaritch admonished her as they walked through an airlock and pulled Atmos adaptation systems around their necks.

"Oh c'mon! They make it so easy though..." Her sulking tone doesn't make him back down and she relents. "Ugh... fine."