strange one.

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I circle the trailer in which the male oomans contain my prey. I can hear her screams from within, warning calls, demands of release, and...

Pleads of death.

This was indeed a strange ooman female. Spotting the front door, I make my move. The guards were easy to dispatch, I'll return to make trophies out of them later. Then, I mimic one of their calls, and soon one opens the locked door. Cloaked still, I swiftly dispatch of the remaining males in the room.

I look around, scanning for the ooman female. She is quiet now. And I smell blood. Her blood. Chit. The elder will not be pleased. Detecting her heat signature, which is faint as it is, I located her in the next room, with one other ooman. I destroy the door, knocking the other ooman unconcious and walking up to the cage the lou-dte kale was in.

Clicking in a calming manner, I kneel in front of the door of the cage, observing her.

She lays on her side, wearing what is similar to a lou-dte kale mating ritual outfit, (a bathing suit. Blue in color, black mesh over the breasts.) She bears a scar on her torso, where the belly button shouldve been. (Fun fact. They actually gave the predator a belly button. Nipples too. But thats covored by the armor. Somewhat) she had short blonde hair, pale skin, and a series of cuts and bruises all over her body.

She twitches as I tap the cage bars, and opens her eyes. They are incredibly blue. No yaoutja has such blue eyes, as ours are mostly bright gold or deep brown. she whines as she tries to move, but her right arm is shielded, held close to her body. She must be injured.

I tap the controls on my gauntlet until I am shifting through my screens, stopping once I get to the X ray. Her right forearm is indeed broken. Also, she has a damaged right hip socket, a nasty crater with sharp grooves. This has caused wear on her femur, which means once she is of old age, she will indeed have hip problems as well as possibly a continuation to break her hip or even break the ball of her femur clean off. Also, stress fractures littler her legs and feet. Even if our elder wished to examine her further back on prime, she would be useless. Probably be used as a training stimulant for training pups. She has a decent detection, so a guard possibly. I now see no reason to continue this investigation, but I have my orders. Return with the ooman lou-dte kale alive.

I hear the disgruntled noises of the ooman male and quickly I rip the cage in half. I havent got time for this. I carefully scoop the ooman female up, and with my plasmacaster, i quickly end the males life before taking to the tops of the building to return to the ship, and essentially, the elder.