Human Or Yautja, It Doesn't Matter.

Chapter One.

My name is Kelly, I'm a young adult and i currently study biology and horticulture, along with a couple of other things and a lesure activity in a university, I also work part time for my father which is kind of like Wayland, but we work with the Yautja not against.

I climbed into my van, sitting in the drivers seat before I stretch and crack my back, I searched through my bag for for my car keys when my phone began to ring, groaning in tired frustration I pulled my phone from my pocket, checking the idea above the number, I slid my finger across the screen only to groan again when it failed to answer, my second attempt proved successful before i placed it on speaker.
"Go for Kelly," I said cheerily, knowing my father was on the other end.

"Hey possum," my dad called me by my nickname mum had given me when I was little, I couldn't help but smile. When he called me possum it was indercation that my parents had gotten along today, they devorced when I was three but they shared the house since it was so big. When they split it was the best thing for all of us.
"What's hip happening daddie'o?" I answered back expecting him to ask me to pick up pizza or something else, but surprisingly he didn't ask.

"Well there was another crash, You know I would prefer to leave it to other's-"
"You want me to cieze what I can correct?" I had cut my dad off, I didn't need him to explain since I had already done this a few times already since joining his company.

"I need you in the sense asap, if there is anything that needs to be transported to the medical department, I want you to do it." I could hear the hesitation in his voice, I knew he hated using me to get around cops and other types of public enforcements, I was fine with it since I felt like a bad ass and meant I could help others. "I understand, it's okay I'll be over to collect my things, have a carry on bag packed and a coffee for a drop in please." I smiled to myself as he voiced his appreciation for my willingness to cooperate, even tho it was literally my job.

I started my van as we said our goodbyes and ya laters, I hung up and places my van in reverse to get a wiggle on with my trip home, only i won't be resting tonight. I turned the music on using my Bluetooth in my car, 5 songs later and I was parked up against the curb outside of home, my mum was just stepping out side with my things, she was wrapped up warmly to fight of the cold winter breeze.

I wound down the window as she approached my van. "Hey possum, I got your things ready. I over heard your dad talking to you on the phone so I got to it right away." I smiled to her as she handed me the travel cup, before opening the back and sliding my carry on bag into the small closest. I had my van done up for these exact reason of having to leave with little to no notice, my friends and work mated called it my Gypsy house.
"You better get going okay, drive safe and make sure you take a no dose." My mum practically started to sho me away, switched between concern and getting rid of me, I couldn't help but laugh at her actions.

I did my window up again after pulling away from the curb and waving out the window to her, I turned my music to some up beat tunes and turned the volume up, I sung along and copied the the beat untill a song in particular drew my mind away, causing me to thing back on a specific memory. The first time I met a Yautja, and when I first found out the truth about my dad's business
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I came home from school one day, my teacher had confiscated my phone from me, which lead it to dying, so I never got fathers message to stop off and get something for dinner. His excuse was forgetting to take something out of the freezer.

I walked straight in through the front door, headphones blaring as I danced and sung my way inside, expecting to be home alone. I turned around towards the kitchen, ready for afternoon tea when there it stood, in all his 7+ foot glory. A fucking monater or some kind of alien, i felt my chest constrict and to hyperventilate​ at the same time leading to choaked shallow gasps.

I strained to scream and yet nothing came out, the large human like creature that stood in front of me let out a kind of growl, before anything could happened  I heard my dads voice from over my music, coming a short distance away. I refused to avert my gaze in fear of being ripped apart or devoured by the beast.

Side note: I would like to thank NeroPrime for the help with bouncing ideas around.