Boundless

Skulls and Critters

Yautja vessels, with their organic architectural design, high ceilings, split level floors and decks, and built in features were fundamentally different from humans' spaceships.

With few lifts, and a large hall in the middle, the ship was not only meant to feel more comfortable in a primal sense (hence the organic design), but also to provide the Yautjas an environment that would help the hunters honing their skills.

Ergonomy applied to keep the crew in shape. They had to climb high to reach some resting places or make it to other levels quickly. Sinuous corridors, nooks and alcoves and pits and bath pools. The workshop also had secluded bays; it was wise to allow aggressive individuals to work in peace.

Lance was told Clanships were built to cater to the cultural needs of each clan. In other words, while small vessels seemed quite bare and utilitarian, Clanships were the expression of the very essence of each clan.

(Those vessels were meant to be a second home, after all).

The Girl spent time imagining those vessels, how they would look like. Hopefully they would be the antithesis of the Enforcer's ships; while the interior design felt inviting and home-like in a terrifying way (no wonder those aliens were dubbed Predators, even cozy had shades of frightening).

Maybe with "decorations", the vessel would look less like the dwelling of a ferocious pack of cold beats and more like...

(Like what? A human home?)

Clear, albeit quiet, sound of footsteps was a courtesy extended by just a very few Predators onboard the ship. They could move silent as ghosts, the noise was solely for her benefit.

Lance tilted her head to her left, to find Ah'kaedh walking while holding a can and a small bowl.

Casting her eyes down, the Girl held back her first reaction; wincing and recoiling. Ah'kaedh had been bathing, hand feeding and forcing water down her throat for the past 2 days.

The rollercoaster of the last few weeks was peanuts in comparison to the post-apocalyptic emotional hangover.

Surprisingly enough, she managed to spend around 8 hours per day in the med-bay, dealing with a problem Lar'jar couldn't force himself to face.

(Carry on with her assigned tasks? Came like breathing. But her appetite? Gone).

Lance placed a dish with fresh salve on a counter, and went about covering the large female body with a blanket.

They knew nothing about her. Lance had taken samples of her body, so they could  extract a DNA signature, which was sent directly to Yautja Prime, and all Clanships.

Her ward was sedated into an induced coma by her request. They had rescued her in a catatonic state; the major reason for Lar'jar's wrath. And Lance was rightfully scared to be in a room with such a creature once her consciousness finally emerged.

Ah'kaedh observed her work, with his usual impassive stance. Waiting patiently. And gosh, that male could be patient.

"I'm not hungry", she protested, approaching the dark Enforcer, who kept watching her like a hawk.

Ah'kaedh found a chair, sitting with both legs parted more widely than necessary; enough for her to climb up and find a seat in one of his thighs, her feet dangling.

The Enforcer allowed her some quiet time, helping the Girl to nestled against his chest. She helped him to take off his prosthetic, placing the heavy piece over the counter close to them, next to the damn bowl of food - just looking at it upset her stomach.

Ah'kaedh lowkey snickered in face of her effort to place the prosthetic away, clicking his mandibles. Lance grumbled a protest, cuddling up against him. Ah'kaedh heard her sigh deeply, relaxing once he started to purr.