(Chapter 11 Soon.) Yautja love story: Huntress und Wehrmacht

Chapter 6: Bonding

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It had been three earth days, which what Zan'tui had told me but it felt like a month, and my wounds had miraculously healed very quickly. Eversince that day with the tub I began to kind of accept Zan'tui and her reasoning of why she didn't kill me. But I guess I should be thankful, the war was coming to an end, and I stumbled into her. If I hadn't I would have probably captured and thrown into a POW camp, or shot by the Soviets. But one thing I wasn't thankful for was that she wouldn't let me near my gear, which also included my cigarettes. But she let me have my clothes thankfully. She said 'You only need your gear for when we train.' or for 'Hunts.' I still didn't like it though. 

I sat there in the living room in my uniform completely bored out of my mind. But I was used to it. Sitting around was what I always did when I was stationed in France on the Atlantic wall waiting for the allies to try and invade then they did and we were pushed back. But my thoughts were then filled with memories of a time that the allied bombers flew over an area I was stationed at and bombed the surrounding area. The low humming engines of hundreds and hundreds of bombers, and the high pitched whistle of the falling bombs imprinted sounds into my head I would never forget. I then felt my hands begin to shake and I looked over to Zan'tui's room which had my gear. 

I had seen Zan'tui walk through the door I couldn't get into the day I had discovered her ship. Slowly I got up and quickly walked over to her room and stepped inside, the lights flicking on as I did so. I looked over to a corner and saw my gear neatly stacked in a corner. Multiple clips of ammo too many to count, and a few packs of cigarettes laying around my pack. I almost ran over. Sliding onto my knees I grabbed a pack and pulled a cigarette out. I then put one end on my lip and scrounged around my gear to find my lighter. Finally I found it and popped the top of it open and ignited a flame. Slowly putting the flame up to the end of my cigarette I lit it. 

It was like a wave of instant relief. As I closed the top on my lighter and took in a long drag of my cigarette. My hands had then stopped shaking as I exhaled, the smoke coming out of my nose and then slowly dissipating in the air around me. I then heard a loud huff behind me as I was taking another drag. I knew I was caught, but at the moment I didn't care. I didn't even bother to turn around. "What did I say about getting out your gear?" I heard the deep but feminine voice of Zan'tui fill the room. I then stood up and slowly turned around to face her. She had her arms crossed under her chest and leaned her weight on one side of her hips. I then exhaled watching the smoke fill the air once more before speaking.

"You can't separate a man from his kit, especially his cigarettes." I said slowly taking a drag. She however didn't seem pleased with the and answer and clicked her mandibles before then walking over to her armor which each piece laid on a sort of pedestal. I however looked at her with a quizzical look as to what she was doing as she ran her hand over her wrist blades. She seemed to feel me giving her a look as she then let out a huff. "Well if you want to wear your gear so much then we can train. Your wounds seem to be healed up quite nicely." She stated as she pulled her fishnet like mesh off the pedestal and began putting it on. 

I let out a small sigh, I then shook my head as I turned my head towards my gear. I walked over to the pile and began putting on all my gear. When I put all the things I carried on my waist and back on I slowly grabbed my helmet. Looking over all of the scars across the dome made me reminisce. Then my eyes laid upon a symbol on the side of it that had a giant gash on it where that spear had struck my helmet. It was the shape of a shield with three stripes on it. Black, White, and Red. It stood for the German army. The Wehrmacht. The army I stood for, and shed my blood for. I learned of what the SS were doing with the Jews, and that Hitler had ordered it. But I still stood to defend my country to the very end. I slowly shook my head as I then put my helmet on my head.