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It didn't take them long to get cleaned up considering he was already being hailed for not landing upon arrival. After both of them were fully dressed again, Bau'jah strode across the bridge to sit at the helm, and then the navigation screens came alive as his ship began picking up nearby ships, small asteroids, and other objects large enough to be registered on the sensors.

Every year, around this time, the traffic near the clan vessel was always a bit crowded despite the fact that it was stationed in space, as other hunters' ships also dropping out of FTLs and returning for the mating season during this time. The enormous clan vessel showed up as a blinking red dot near the center of the monitor. Bau'jah's hands moved with a quick confidence over the controls as he plotted their approach, in case they hail him again for holding up the traffic. A half hour later he flicked the comm channels open to request permission to dock, then he headed to his designated landing port. After a few minutes, they landed with the softest of bumps as docking clamps fastened onto his ship to hold it in place, he shut down the controls.

The moment when Ray's eyes fell onto the clan vessel in the middle of the deep space through the view port, her breath was taken away by the sight...he called this a vessel? This was clearly a freaking dreadnaught, a monstrosity! It was like an entire city floating in space! She thought his ship was huge, it was nothing but a drop in the sea in comparison. Her mouth hung open as she gasped inwardly, hands touching on the view port as if trying to reach out to its calling; to take in its sheer majesty. As they moved in closer for landing, she couldn't even see the other far end of the clan vessel. For her, at this moment, it was a real life-changing experience, many people on earth would die to trade places with her right now, just to get a chance to cast an eye on this otherworldly glorious beast, glinting by the light of the distant sun. 

"It's magnificent." She whispered in awe once they docked. If she died from any absurd reason caused by her arrival among his kind, she'd seen what other humans dreamed to see. She had fucked a smoking-hot alien. She had lived. With no regrets.

"It's only a docking bay." He replied in a flat monotone. Obviously not so impressed like she was.

"I meant the whole vessel." She rolled her eyes at him for ruining the moment. Sometimes he was more charming in bed.

"You are so easy to impress." He clicked his tusks a few times, his chest rumbling.

He gestured her to come over and they both moved to the airlock, the depressurized air hissed before opening the outer door and extending the covered landing platform that would take them safely through the vacuum of the docks and into the breathable air of the clan vessel, they walked slowly down the ramp until they were standing on the level ground of vessel's surface. The docking bay was designated solely for his own ship, so the room was empty, only occupied by two of them, along with all sorts of equipments and giant crates near the walls. She did see a door facing them at the far end, and she knew what was waiting for her on the other side of that door. For the first time, she felt her fate was completely out of her hand.

Stopping before the exit, they both exchanged a glance, her heart rate increased a level, she was a bit tense even with Red standing next to her. He seemed so damn calm and confident, whereas the grim prospect had already filled her head with uneasiness. He secured his bio-mask onto his face and looked at her again.

"Stay close to me." He warned her as he activated the door. And she nodded.

With Bau'jah in the lead and Ray following, they both stepped into the one of many large hallways that led to the main hall. Her eyes widened in a state of culture shock at the sight before her, the bright light illuminated the interior of the vessel, and the place was packed with his kind, milling about. She was right about one thing, they dwarfed her, everyone of them was easily over seven foot tall. Their skin varied, the color ranged from light to dark, either mottled or clear, and everyone of the yautja turned to stare at her. A sudden influx of people whispering while casting glances at her direction; some were curious, some were shocked, and some with a cold, inimical stare. She felt like she had walked into a lion's den, or a museum for exhibition. She was the real alien here.