[40 years ago]
Dulled pain, smell of blood - his own blood.
How did I get here?
Strong lights, oomans' scents, ooman's voices...
Oomans' presence.
Ah'kaedh was laying in the operating table, trying to gauge how much the scientists had restricted his domain over hi body.
He could barely feel or control his limbs.
After months being left alone, blissfully forgotten in the company of the Girl...
The Girl. She's not here...
But maybe that was for the better. Because Ah'kaedh knew what would happen next. What that ooman scum would do next.
A group of 4 scientists hovering over him.
Something is wrong. Very, very wrong.
And then he noticed. A pair of eyes that had been gone, hovering over him. The only other female among the staff. Dr. Dahle was back.
The woman noticed, somewhat delighted, that her test subject had finally awoken - and stared intensely at him.
The Doctor was positioned by his head side. An ugly, toxic satisfaction saturated her gaze. And the Daley moved her head slowly, purposefully looking down (fully knowing the Hunter's eyes would follow), to the carnage being done (by her own self at that) on his left arm. Again.
What is even the fucking point this?
It had to mean something. Right?
"All the regeneration tests on muscle tissue will need to be re-done", the female scientist announced.
The Yautja took a deep breath, steadying himself.
"Dr. Dahle, the specimen has awoken." A second, masculine voice, issued the warning. You see, they had protocols. No talking around the alien.
"Oh, my dear Dr. Phillips, please. What do you think this poor thing is going to do? Target you as his next victim? He might do just that once he discovers that you messed up half the data on your haste and now we are set back at least a year?", her tone was saccharine.
"The Xenophysician was the one responsible for data collection, Ma'am" Phillips' voice faltered. He was eyeing the alien frantically, trying to gauge if the specimen understood something - if the Hunter was going to indeed target him.
The mention of his Girl made the Yautja's jaw contract, the mandibles quiver. The Philips person recoiled, looking positively green now, at the verge of passing out.
"Let me remind you, the former xenophysian fucked up part of my program, under your watch. At least she restored the specimen's health, so you can rerun the tests. How lucky you are. "
How lucky, indeed.
***
[Present Day]
The Girl had not truly awakened that morning. Trapped in a cycle of semi-awakeness where, visibly tired, she would ask for Ah'kaedh, and drift back into sleep.
Lar'jar had not lost time hypothesizing around the causes of the intense drowsiness - upon noticing there was nothing normal about her insistence on staying abed, he carried Lance to the scanner.
The readings came back different immediately.
"You fuckers had to disobey my directives today of all days", still complaining, the Medic went back to their bed.
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Boundless
FanfictionThirty-nine years after leaving behind the hellhole at Sezei, Ah'kaedh has come to terms with the fact that he will never find his Girl. Moving on is not easy, and his path has been painted with the red of all the human mercenaries he has been hunti...
