The best kind of trophy - Yautja x Reader

Chapter 1

The forest was in its prime. It had rained for days; rejuvenating the lush green after a period of merciless heat. Lucious fruit hung from the branches, ripe and beaming with colour. And yet the wildlife seemed to decline this offer of abundance and enjoyment.

Not a single bird dared sing its song, not a single squirrel fell into the temptation of jumping across the treetops. Not even the apex cats of this region seemed keen on captalizing on this opportunity for an easy ambush.

Everything that drew breath seemed too scared to set paw outside their nests and dens, as if acutely aware that the next gulp of air they'd take could very well be their last.

Earie.

The silence was much louder than any orchestra of roars, chirps and howls could ever be.

Not a single sound left the lush greenery, save for a few, oh so very few, creaks of wood. On occasion a branch would groan in protest as if under an immense amount of strain; or weight. Every once in a while the leaves on those branches shook as if the wind blew through them.

And when that happened, everything stilled, even more then before. The birds huddled closer together in their homes, raccoons held on tighter to each other, and the big cats; the big, beautifull kings of the woods pressed themselves closer to the ground, their whiskers shaking in anticipation, eyes wide as could be with pupils thin as needles.

Something big, bad and scary was prowling through the jungle, and it wasn't a hungry grizzly.

And yet the humans that advanced through it seemed oh so ignorant to all the signs. Perhaps they noticed after all, for their steps were calculated and careful. Nonetheless they seemed not afraid; too arrogant to consider whatever silenced the wilderness a threat.

A quiet growl amongst the tree tops send the humans into motion. It was quick, almost like a well rehearsed dance as they readied their weapons, forming a circle to protect each other's backs as they scanned the surroundings through their visors.

"That's just a Cougar. No worries"

"Since when do Cougars arrive on spaceships?"

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"The fuck am I here for?" yelled the young woman as she slammed her balled fists onto the table. The man in front of her tensed and leaned back into his chair.

The blonde pushed herself away from the table, pacing through the room as her eyes kept jumping between Commander Cliffton and the computer screen that showed video footage of the lab.

Her eyes lingered on the creature held captive in that very lab; bound by more chains than she cared to count, roaring and lashing out at everyone that dared step close.

"This" she started, pointing at the screen in an accusatory manner "is beyond my capabilities. I'm an animal behavioural specialist, a zoologist! I work with anxious and PTSD ridden service dogs and traumatized elephants! You need a team of linguist and anthropologist for that!" she said, her voice loud and shaky. The prospect of an alien, and one this hostile, shook her to the very core. Nevermind that the very existence of extra-terrestrial life was revealed to her a mere 10 minutes ago, it was now expected of her to make contact with it? Had the higher ups lost their marbles?

Max had seen the creature for but a few seconds through the one-way mirror when she was brought into the lab, but even that was enough time for her to assess that her expertise would be of little use. The creature seemed humanoid and intelligent. It was also extremely obvious that it was not pleased with its predicament.

Even though she had been assured that it could not see or sense them through the glass, Max felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck when she noticed that it's gaze was following her as she moved through the room behind the one-way window. She could not help herself but make a mental note that it must have possessed some kind of heat-vision.