The best kind of trophy - Yautja x Reader

Chapter 9: how to get lost 101

Max came to learn that a so called 'hub' was almost the alien equivalent of a Gas-Station-Rest-Stop, if only with more opportunities for trade.

She'd seen the 'thing' from the cockpit first; orbiting a small uninhabitable planet. It looked like it might have been a space-ship at some point. Now it seemingly had all sorts of compartments welded into it and was revolving around a dead rock, seeming much like a lone island.

Tau signaled in for a docking permit, and during that process he took to briefing Max on what was to happen next.

"Wait, you're going to take me with you?" she asked in surprise, watching as her kidnapper(?) shrugged his shoulders and retorted "it'd be foolish to leave you to your own fickle devices".

And that was that. He equipped her with some sandals (most likely modified ones from his own arsenal), and some sort of respirator that he'd spent the better part of the 'morning' adjusting to fit her small face.

"Most hubs skim on fresh oxygen since most species are hardy enough to tolerate lower O2 percentages for extended periods of time. Oomans are not amongst those" he said, fiddling with the straps as he fitted it to her head. The blonde yet again found herself surprised and fascinated at the sheer amount of grace and deftness Tau displayed while doing so, for despite his long and sharp claws, she had yet to even feel their sharp edges ghost along her skin.

"Noted" she said, only to watch Tau halt his movements and furrow his brow ridges in confusion before he decided that this was yet another case of not-literal-meaning.

"What are we even docking there for?" she asked whilst Tau proceeded to wrap a thick brown cloak around her, fastening it around her waist and making sure not an inch of skin would slip when she moved. The edges of her sleeves dangled a good bit beneath her hands, meaning that she could lift her arms without risk of her fingers peeking out. The length of the cloak also ensured that no such thing happened to her feet as she walked.

Tau rolled his eyes as if the answer to her question was blatantly obvious and tugged the hood so far down that nothing but the respirator could be seen, leaving her with... very little field of view.

"Many things, ooman. For one it will be best to upgrade our translators" he answered, however, not elaborating on the many other things he mentioned.

Max lifted her hood after a moment of waiting for him to list the other things, and stared up at Tau with expectant curiosity, only for the alien to roll his eyes and tug the hood into its previously arranged position.

"You're being vague" claimed the blonde, receiving a click of his tusks in return "it would be much too troublesome to explain"

They left it at that, and with Max sitting perched atop one of the crates, she proceeded to watch Tau slip into his own gear while he explained a few basics to her, or how she'd rather put it; laid the rules down.

Most of it boiled down to not do anything that could alert others to her being human, and stay close to Tau. Or well, that's the first two rules she managed to actively listen to before all her attention and mental faculties became consumed with other stuff.

One thing she realized was that the hood obfuscated her face so much, that not even the beast of a companion she had acquired could tell where she was looking at. In other words; she could stare without being called out, so stare she did.

Yet again Max was utterly mesmerized by the sheer ripple and flexing of tendons and muscles as the hunk of beef maneuvered through the room, slipping on belts, armor plates, devices and the likes with such careful deliberation and grace that she was sure without the shadow of a doubt that he and his people modeled the olden Mayan and Greek gods of human history. Meshing clung to him like a second skin, and the metal plates were seemingly welded from templates of his body.