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*The Adventures of a Yanme'e: Chapter three: Four Sangheili, two Yanme'e and a Jiralhanae chieftain. *

The Sangheili sat silently in the wardrobe, holding her mandibles to quieten her breathing and slowly thinking the situation over.

"How could he betray us? I gave him my best? What if the brutes take the crew but leave me, because he hides me in here?" She thought; the fear getting to her, now that her bout of anger was over. "Ohh...why?"

Nama was awake by now, he'd just come out of the shower to find Nema lying on the bed; she was posed as if she was waiting for him, and trying to seduce him; she was also still naked, of course. She was on her right side, propping her head up with her right hand, her right leg was straight and her left leg was bent.

"Hello Shipmaster...did you enjoy last night's...activities?" She asked, with a seductive hiss in her voice.

"Indeed I did...how about you?" He asked, moving over to the bed and sitting next to her.

"Hmmm, they were excellent." She replied, stroking the claws on her left foot along her right leg. "We should do it again some time." Nama nodded, as he listened to her.

"Another time, right now we both need to get ready for the day." Nama said, getting up and going over to his equipment stand to retrieve his gear; Nema rolled her eyes and sat up.

Perfect, that betraying bitch would leave and the Sangheili would have Nama all to herself. The little drone would have some fight but, even naked and aboard a hostile ship, she'd have more. Nema put the small gravity modules on her wing shells and a smaller silver disk device on her chest.

The disk hummed, vibrated and vanished. Due to social rules and such enforced by other races, female drones were given these devices that produced a localised cloaking field around itself, their breasts and a hologram of their exoskeleton to cover their genitals; the field was only strong enough to hide them perfectly from view at full power, so it was a cheap and easy way to keep the female Yanme'e acceptable in public.

Nama didn't have the same problem; he mounted his gravity modules and shield modules on his wing shells and didn't need to worry about anything else, because his genitals were internal and so couldn't be seen.

"Well then, will you walk me to the bridge Shipmaster?" She asked; she looked totally different and had completely charged from the whore like drone with a lust for Nama to a perfectly respectable and normal looking drone.

"I need to look over the reports that Lanama left me." He replied. Nema nodded and left with nothing other than the nod and a friendly smile; it was like that disk had totally changed her from her private self to the kind and friendly Nema that everyone knew.

Nama smiled back as she left, locked the door behind her, and went to read the reports. He moved his needler to one side, it took pride of place in the centre of the desk when he didn't have it on him, and started to read through the reports.

Now was her chance.

The Sangheili, about to leave her hiding place, froze when Nama suddenly moved from his desk and left. She cursed under her breath and broke into a cold sweat; was he going to tell the brutes? She took several moments to calm herself, before stepping out into the room and tiptoeing over to the door. The door slid open and she looked out into the corridor; she had nothing to fear from the other crewmembers, but getting found out would be deadly for her and the others. Slowly, avoiding everyone she discovered on the corridors, she made her way back to the cargo bay.

The cargo bay was a vast, cold and lonely space. Directly in front of her were rows upon rows of purple crates, military equipment waiting to be deployed and large shipping containers. She took an immediate left when she entered the vast space, took a gravity lift up to the catwalks overlooking the space and through a door disguised as part of the wall.

Inside three, naked, female Sangheili looked back at her. The room they were in was similar to some of the ship's storage rooms, but it had two bunk beds in it and just enough space to move about in. In the centre of the room stood a tripod with a slowly rotating, blue, orb held floating in the middle of the contraption. The legs were linked with struts and the tips didn't touch each other or the hovering orb, this was the covenant version of an electric heater, the orb was plasma held in place by an EM field and it gave off heat to the room. The device bathed the room in a blue aura, but it was mostly drowned out by the normal lights in the room.

"Sister!" One of them shouted, promptly getting off her bunk and hugging the Sangheili that had just arrived. The two weren't blood relations; it was just how Sangheili referred to each other. "We thought something had happened to you!"

The Sangheili from Nama's room reassured the others that she was fine, but told them that there was a situation.

She told them all about how she'd been serving Nama and staying with him, followed by what Nama had said about the genocide and finally that Nema had made Nama agree to tell the brutes about them.

All of the ones that had been in the dorm were visibly freaked out, by what she'd told them.

"That, sisters, is why we need to act. I know things look dark, but maybe...just...maybe...we can sway Nama to help us once again. He spared us from death at the hands of the brutes...let's just pray we can make him do that again. Come, we must act sisters."

"I hope you have a plan, sister." The Sangheili on the top left bunk said; she was the tallest of the group and was known to the crew as the best dancer of the captured Sangheili, she would be very useful in the plan.

Nema, just after she'd finished eating dinner, went down to the ship bay to talk to the brute chieftain.

She found him with his gang of monkeys, comparing trophies and wounds.

"Chieftain...a word." She said. The chieftain sniffed the air, becoming familiar with her scent.

"What would a bug have to say to me?" He growled, not even looking over his shoulder at her.

Nema hissed under her breath, she hated these creatures for a reason.

"There is something aboard this ship that would be of particular interest to you and your...pack...Something that could easily put you in an even better light, when the judgement of the Great Journey comes." She said, smiling as she saw his interest grow.

"Speak, I am listening." He said, turning to face her.

"All we ask is that you leave the ship and tell no one of this, the gods can see what others cannot." Nema said, gesturing for the beast to follow her.

The chieftain slung his hammer onto his back, got two of his captains to follow him and went with Nema.

"Now I know how a trader with beasts of burden used to feel..." Nema thought to herself; one of the captains reeked of...everything!

Nama, on the other hand, had no idea of what Nema, or what the Sangheili, were doing. He'd taken the reports to the bridge in order to oversee everything while he was reading. So far, everything was going fine. When he heard that the brutes had returned empty-handed from the mission, he sighed.

The stupid creatures were supposed to retrieve a device from a crashed cruiser; they'd failed to do so. Nama though that the brutes were a waste of space, time and supplies, ever since they'd been stationed on his ship for this mission. The worst part was that they barely respected him as a superior; he often had to remind them of his rank.

The Sangheili; now had her three sisters with her. The group were making their way back to Nama's room, if the door was locked they'd be done for; they couldn't go anywhere else, because it would be too risky with the brutes back on the ship.

They turned the corner and froze when a large, blue, chunk of metal blocked their passage.

The leader of the Sangheili, looked up at the hunter's "face"; he was standing in a relaxed upright position, opposed to the hunched combat position they were mainly seen in.

"Hrghhhh" The Mgalekgolo grumbled; its voice was softer and more apologetic than normal. It kindly stepped aside, to let the females pass.

"Thank you gentle one." She said, stepping past with the others and swiftly moving on. She glanced back at the Magalekgolo and smiled as it walked on.

The Magalekgolo were also deeply affected by the Great Schism, with a chunk of them siding with the Sangheili. Just after the Schism, one of them had protected her until she reached a Phantom to escape in.

She was in a high-rise hotel that served as accommodation for the rich traders of various races which stayed in the city, which was one of the main trading posts in its sector. When the shooting began, the brutes also attacked the Sangheili staff at the building, which forced her to try and escape. The Magalekgolo had seen two brutes chasing her and cut them off, easily taking their fire and pummelling them to death before going with her and ensuring her escape to a phantom on the roof that the Sangheili were using to escape. The last thing it said to her, although she needed her translator to understand it, was:

"The Magalekgolo will fight, but know that not all of us do so with free will."

They quickly moved on, avoiding two jackals in the next corridor, before reaching Nama's room and entering.

Nama finished reading the reports rather quickly and started to head back to his room, to drop the reports off. He'd given everyone orders to carry out in the mean time, so he had a little bit of time to himself now.

He went over several pastime ideas in his head; he could finish off a few mission reports, socialise, watch some of his favourite shows, look at the magazines again, get a little "help" from his Sangheili or even try one of the other Sangheili.

It was decided for him when he entered his room.

He walked in, put the pad down on his desk and walked towards the door control before freezing and looking over his shoulder. The only light was coming from the corridor, due to his room lights being off, but it was enough to see her well enough.

His Sangheili was there.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He hissed, not angry but lightly annoyed and irritated that she didn't follow his orders. He walked over to her and looked up at her. "What would you have done if I was a brute huh?"

She hadn't thought of that, but she couldn't worry about that now. Behind Nama, the largest Sangheili slowly left her hiding place in the shadow corner of the room and crept up behind Nama. She grabbed him, causing him to struggle, hiss unhappily and start beating his wings. She held him in such a way that he couldn't beat his wings then threw him onto his bed, or more accurately, the Sangheili lying there. He didn't have enough time to fly, so the Sangheili on the bed caught him and held him face up to her chest.

The fourth Sangheili closed the door and turned the lights on. In seconds the Sangheili were on him. The tallest was on his right, the one that operated the door and lights was on his left and his Sangheili was above him with her hands either side of his head.

"Don't struggle Nama, we're not here to fight." His Sangheili said.

"Tell me after you've attacked me! Oh sure!" he protested, still struggling but keeping his voice quiet enough the anyone outside wouldn't hear.

"Just lye back and let us do the talking." She said, quickly sitting back and running her hands sexily over his groin. The Sangheili on either side of him took his hand and guided it to their lips; it took him a moment to calm himself after the assault, before he started to rub their lips. The Sangheili under him slowly released him, before shuffling out from under him and guiding his head back to her own lips.

Once Nama was relaxed, and in this case aroused, his Sangheili started to pump his length as she talked.

"Nama, we come here to plea for the safety of our fellow Sangheili aboard this ship." She began. Nama, although he was distracted by the pleasuring feelings building in his groin and the extreamly arousing feeling of simultaneously eating a Sangheili out while having foreplay with two others, was confused by what his Sangheili was saying.

"I went against your orders to return to my sisters in the cargo bay and hid in your wardrobe, as you mated with your friend Nema. I overheard her talking, I heard about the deal with the brutes. Please Nama, don't sell us out, don't give us to those monsters. We do this to show you we will go to any length to hide from those brutes. You've helped us so far, please don't abandon us now." She said; the uncertainty and anxiousness was showing in her voice. She looked at the others as she spoke; their faces said that, although it may be dishonourable, it was the best course of action.

Nama pulled his hands away from the two Sangheili at his side and placed them on the hips of the Sangheili he was eating out and pushed her off him. He sat up and looked at his Sangheili.

"There was no agreement to sell you out to the brutes..." He said, sounding and looking confused. "Nema wanted to-"

He was silenced by the sounds of the doors opening, the Sangheili hadn't locked them.

Nema, now outside one of the storage rooms and trying to get past the security preventing it from opening, was getting increasingly impatient as her passwords and other authorisation codes were rejected one by one.

"C'mon you little...damn it!" She hissed, screeching a little and punching the door; she'd been at this for a good five minutes now.

"Hehe...it's funny to see an angry bug hit something." One of the captains laughed. Nema hissed and rolled her eyes.

"Come, I need to get the Shipmaster to open this door." She said, walking away. The chieftain grunted, but continued to follow her.

As they walked, a hunter passed them and growled. Nema looked at the hunter, but it kept walking and said nothing else, she shrugged because she didn't have a translator; the brutes had no idea what had been said either.

They reached Nama's room to find the door lights glowing white; Nama left them like that if he was just allowing people to enter.

Nema hit the hologram panel next to the door, only doors that lead to special or specific rooms had these all the other doors were automatic.

When the doors opened, she froze.

"N...Nama..." She whispered under her breath. She was caught completely off guard that he'd be with four Sangheili, when the brutes were aboard the ship and not even put into practice his main ritual of locking the door, when even the smallest amount of sensitive material was with him.

The chieftain laughed.

"I guess this is why you couldn't get into that room, he had that something with him." The chieftain said, stepping past Nema with his captains. "I must hand it to you Nama, your methods of humiliation are...unique. Anyway, who do I kill first?" The Sangheili were frozen with fear, as the chieftain took hold of his hammer and the captains pulled out their maulers.