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Polar Opposites. Beasts and a Beauty.-0-0-0-0-0- At the eve of the day did the sun finally begin to lower.

The orb of brightness gradually sank beneath a near impenetrable tree-line, in

which, there would be no return for the entirety of the night.Within a matter of hours, the ambience of crickets,

nocturnal birds, and restless amphibians would fill the air to the brim of

breakage. The dusk was as always under the black-looking shadows of the canopy

that shielded the thickets and innumerable wildlife from the harmless array of

constellations above.Perhaps amid the commonality of sound, one could decipher

the ever-growing thuds of a closing pair of feet, the shifting of bodily

adornment, and the clack of a plastic and metal object slamming home.But nay, not one of the animals in the area thought a thing

of it, and that was it, there were ONLY fauna of mammalian and reptilian

descent here, and none of them had the care in the world to a single sentient

waltzing about.Indeed though, as the boots of this creature delicately

pressed amid the foliage and dirt hills, rocks and long-forgotten stumps, there

was a niggling feeling of solemn loneliness that formed a ghastly aura on him.The human, a male of his kind, could do little but control

his breathing, attempt as much quiet as possible, and simply jab the barrel of

his weapon about the serene, seemingly harmless array of wildlife.Much to his chagrin and self-chastisement, this place was

ANYTHING but safe. Deceiving appearances usually were the killer in conflict,

heed not the singular amounts of lives claimed by gunfire and stealth.No, he realized the tree-diagram that deception riddled the

casualty list with during war.If it looked fine, it probably WASN'T. And that, was exactly

why Dass Hamman never relieved his lower vision from the aiming reticule of his

weapon.Surely the night and darkness would conceal the foe, but, it

would also conceal HIM, and that was something the ODST was hoping would allow

his life to progress after this experience. For twenty-eight years, he had

lived his existence, and seven of them were spent in the military.Yet, despite his lack of veteran-status in the great

human-Covenant war, Dass had seen MORE than a fair amount of combat with the

Storm Covenant, AND the beasts he was against now.Lurking about this forest, looking for him, were

Jiralhanae... A LOT, of Jiralhanae. After all, crash-landing on a barren, practically uncharted

moon in the middle of nowhere from anti-orbital fire had its disadvantages. Whether the Brutes had picked them up on some ancient

scanning equipment, seen them in the lower atmosphere with their naked eyes, or

just fired on a blasted whim, Dass and his deceased comrades never discovered.When the Alliance frigate took a mortal wound in her engine

compartment, and had drawn a twelve mile-long skid through the forests of the

moon of Zar-9, the near feral Jiralhanae that populated its surface scrambled

to loot the wreck like flies gather to dung.Dass knew it was these tribes that had operated the cannons

on the surface that brought them down, and that only gave him more reason to

find their base, ANY one of their installations.Where there were barely-working guns and modern technology,

there were similar status ships.At least, he hoped.His black, scorched and damaged ODST plate blended enough so

that the occasional sound he made, literal slip-ups, went unnoticed to the

hunter teams that scoured the place.In the backdrop, he heard them.Guttural barks, howls and grunts emitted from a pack of the

aliens that wound through the trees with all manner of looted Alliance

weaponry, and primal guns of their own design.He believed he had been a simple man, he believed, that he

was never WANTING of much in his life...But, for hell's sake, Dass REALLY just WANTED to leave this

forsaken place.He'd been stuck on Zar-9 for a week, and still, the

Jiralhanae would avenge the few of their pack-mates he had killed, no matter

what, apparently. If not the current circumstance, he would have laughed at

their ferocity, and their barbarism.However, fate had its cruel ways of being, well, bluntly, a

BITCH.He may have stifled the chuckle, but God-Almighty, fate just

HAD to put that twig beneath his boot, huh?The loudest snap he ever heard emitted like a gunshot among the

quiet woods, echoing for the farthest of reaches in possibly every direction.Out of all the reactions he could mustered, Dass Hamman

thought of the simplest, most audacious word he could deduct."Shit..." He sniggered.He guessed death was pretty sneaky then.The first banshee-like bellow rebounded through the trunks

of the trees around him, and the shuffling of tens upon TENS of Jiralhanae

practically tumbling about themselves to reach him followed.He bolted, shoving past thickets and bushes, stumbling over

rocks and groves.In all honesty, Dass had never been so afraid. EVER.His heart thudded against the gel-layer of his breastplate's

internals, his lungs heaved raspy breaths from his dry mouth, and the

generalized sinking feeling of hopelessness flooded his nervous-system.With nothing but passing shadows, whizzing breeze in his

helm's hearing apparatuses, plant matter brushing and kicking about him, he

gave a final curse of failure.And then, that was when the shots began.The gunfire didn't sound like regular emits of its kind, if

you could argue all modern weaponry sounded similar, but there was something

hideously alien... BARBARIC, about how these ranged killers gave away noise.It was akin to blades of metal scything past plastic holds,

hissing of grazed shards.Jesus...The bastards had SPIKERS.Chips of wood from the trees he passed kicked about him,

leaves and stems, clumps of thicket were chopped and torn around, dirt and dust

jumped from the ground he ran atop.In addition to those, plasma fire burned in these places

too, small bursts of light, illumination that shown the shadows of flung

shrapnel symbolized a few of the beasts owning Brute-Shots.Dass couldn't rely on his eyesight anymore with so much

flashing and dodging, and that, PRECISELY, was why he never saw the lumbering

hulk in front of him.Now, he'd been punched, he'd been punched in the past, HARD.

Dass had taken blows from renegade Sangheili, humans,

Kig-yar and even survived a graze from a HUNTER of all things.But god-damn, did this Jiralhanae hit him GOOD.The breath left him a single whoosh of air, his body went

completely numb upon impact, and his armor cracked, it literally broke like

freaking cheap PLASTIC beneath the wrist of this creature.The ODST was silent as he careened through the air,

breastplate all but shattered, and body hurting like hell. Dust puffed around

his impact of a nearby tree trunk, and he collapsed like a bag of bricks on the

dirt and brush beneath.He had time to gaze upwards before a furred, belt-laden

foot, calloused and flabby with wrinkled flesh and muscle, connected with his

helmet. Another hiss of ruptured armor, and his head-protection flew

from his head as he sailed backwards from the kick.His broken helmet vanished in the foliage, and the great

monster towering over him blew a breath of wreaking air from its pug nostrils.The Jiralhanae was coated in matted fur, plates of

scrap-metal were belted and tied about its torso, shoulders and legs, ammo

belts of xenophobe-looking munitions hung about its breast and thighs, and it

clenched its bulging fists with an expression of murder on its ugly face.Its maw opened, revealing rows of yellow, rotting dagger

teeth, and released a roar of unprecedented volume, that almost deafened the

human.Surprisingly, even to himself, Dass had rolled to his back

and recovered from the foot-lash faster than expected, and snatched up his

weapon with clambering hands. The DMR clicked as the pin was thrown off once

more, and he looked up in time to see the falling heel of the Brute's malformed

foot.The gun coughed, and part of the alien's temple blew off in

a spray of reddish-purple.Its heel never made contact, and the body fell back, and

vibrated the ground slightly with a thud.Surreal mist clouded his mind as he stood to his full

height, and went to run once more. He might have done just that, had three more of the beasts

not cornered him like a rat.They were all evenly as ugly and large as their fallen kin,

they brandished Spikers, and a Plasma Rifle to level with his head, and one of

them, by lord, had a serrated dagger longer than his freaking arm in the other

palm.His eyes shut.He didn't think.He was dead either way, and he yanked the trigger of his gun

again.Three barks later, and the Brutes fell with missing portions

of their heads, their bulging bodies tumbling to the forest floor, and leaving

his position obscured once more.He looked about, in more than complete shock.Dass truly believed at that moment, that he had prevailed

through sheer luck. That was until he checked the ammo counter on the HUD of

the DMR.So far, he'd only fired two shots."What the HELL?" He muttered.Didn't he kill FOUR of them now? Not TWO?Another of the beasts fell not too far from where he hid to

a beam of purplish plasma that pierced from the canopy above, and opened his

throat like a cracked egg.Dass might have gazed upward for his savior, might have

stood silent and awaited for him to reveal himself, had a smooth-skinned palm

not slapped over his mouth, and another ripped the gun from his hand.He attempted to elbow his ambusher, press the hard steel of

the armor there to his gut."SSSHH!"When he, or, rather SHE hissed that to him, he realized

something about this stealthy killer. She was not trying to silently cut his

throat, she was trying to keep him ALIVE."Stay quiet, and follow me, NOW." Her voice sounded silky, albeit a little serpentine in

nature, but, either way, she was a better option than the Jiralhanae.She dragged his limp body a few feet deeper into the brush

around them, pressing hers and his bodies downwards to conceal more in the

plant matter.No sooner had she done this, that the padding thuds of Brute

heels clambered past in a unknown, quite large number. They continued to howl

and grunt, bark and yell.Quickly, the predators were gone, and the forest resumed its

ambience of birds, amphibians and crickets.Dass was speechless. And apparently so was whoever had saved his ass.He spiraled free of her sleek arms, and turned to stare at

the woman, his face contorted to confusion. Dass then attempted to sum her up,

determine who, or WHAT she was.He never finished when he saw the pair of large,

orange/yellow eyes blink back at him, their black, slit-like pupils growing

larger.He growled, and fell backwards.Darkness won this battle.-0-0-0-0-0- It was a light tapping sensation, and then gradual wetness

on his cheek.He stirred in the exhaustion that still plagued his system, and

wiped the liquid off his face with a gauntlet. Soon after, it resumed, and

finally, his blue eyes snapped open to see the droplets of morning dew falling

to his head from the above trees.He blinked, all tiredness ploughed away by the growing

sensation of curiosity. His head jerked up, and his body was still plated in his ODST

suit, his helmet was gone, and his breastplate looked smashed to hell.The memories of last night's chase came then...Dass sucked in his breath, and reached to his side,

expecting the DMR to meet his palm, and be pulled to aiming position a moment

later.When he came back with air, and a blade of thicket that his

hand ripped from the ground, he raised a brow, and cast his vision about.A small amount of early mist corroded and gathered about the

endless sea of trees that jutted from the forest floor, and the small, yet

hearable chirps of day birds could be discerned. A small amount of sunlight

burst from the above canopy."Whoa..." He chuckled, leaning back, the prior

failed preparations of readiness forgotten. "-Rough night...""Quite. You know, these guns do absolute SHIT against

the apes, right?"Dass felt his face go pale, and he gave a tiny 'Eep.' before

scrambling away from where he lye prone, pressing his back to the nearest tree,

and darting his eyes to stare at the crouched individual that had been beside

him."HOLY CRAP!' He cried. He didn't know what else to say,

he was that freaked out.Now that his vision was focusing, he was granted the view of

his savior, and ultimate reason for a king of bugging out.Wearing a form hugging suit of pre-age Covenant armor, and

layered with a jumpsuit, was a being he didn't expect at ALL.Her body was black and grey skinned, held a quite appealing

hour-glass figure. Two balled shoulders held aloft the exposing V plate that

gave way to the tops of her bosom, which, by all means for an alien, was

pretty... Nice to look at.Her lithe abdomen was exposed beside the upper portions of

her hips, her full thighs were protected by two armor plates of Covenant build

at their sides, and her elongated, beaked head held a large plumage of feathers

that bushed from the back of her scalp, and ran down to the area above her

breasts.The Kig-yar looked quite un-amused to his ogling, and seemed

to pout as she stood to her full height, slightly shorter than himself.The beam rifle she had obviously used to save him was

magnetically holstered to her back, and, much to his annoyance, she held his

DMR in one of her claw-like hands by the butt."Do yourself a favor, hotshot, DON'T go yelling. You'll

just bring back our doggy-friends..." She sneered in a voice that could

only be described as velvety."Second off, sizing up meat that not's for sale makes

YOU look like a douche, got it?"Dass was utterly speechless. He leaned forwards slightly,

and shook his head to clear it, running a gauntlet through his black hair, he

opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it once more.Gee, this crash-landing was starting to get interesting,

huh?The Kig-yar raised a brow, and sniffed absent-mindedly. A

moment of his silence later, and she huffed impatiently, and practically nailed

his gut with the tossed DMR.He let loose an 'Oof!' at the impact, and scrambled to

readjust his grip on the gun, before looking up at her curiously."Alright mute-wonder, I prevented your sorry ass from

getting grilled once, I ain't doing it again. I don't know why the Alliance is

here, and I really don't care. Just activate a beacon, call for help, some shit

that doesn't involve me, and we'll go our separate ways..." Her elongated sentence hung for a while. She crossed her

arms, and jerked her head at him."-Got it?""Uh-well..." He attempted to speak, and found his

own vocals not functioning properly with all the insanity suddenly coming to

him. He rubbed the back of his head, and was cut off."-Got it." She confirmed for him. "Don't let

the gravitational-switch in orbit hit you in the ass. Buh-bye."  Her back was too him faster than that Brute had kicked him

last night, and she began to walk away with bored speed.Dass stumbled, and eventually, using the tree for support,

stood to his full height, pressing his gauntlet to its girth to steady himself.

He grunted, feeling dizzy slightly, and watched after her."Hey! Wait a minute, I don't have a beacon!""Boo-friggin-hoo. You humans are industrious, FIGURE IT

OUT." She called back, her form gradually vanishing in the brush.Dass huffed, and shakily began to step in follow."-But, wait!" He attempted.Nothing.The Kig-yar was gone.He growled, looked at the gun he clasped in his other hand,

steadied it, and gazed about the morning forest."Well, crap. I dunno where to go."-0-0-0-0-0- Maybe when he was a younger lad, Hamman had been a

completely fit, and athletic kid that held videogames, drawing and design as

the closest things to heaven.Maybe, before he joined the Alliance forces in an effort to

make the galaxy a better place, Dass was a pretty innocent soul.Now, after this long in combat, he couldn't even remember

how to draw a stick figure.His previous arts had been lost to him among his skill with

a weapon, and from the moment he had shot his first alien, and his first man,

Dass was never the same boy he was before.Note, he didn't blame that on anyone but himself.It was his choice to join the army of freedom, and he would

take the benefits AND wounds.While this thought pressed him, he leaned against the cover

that the grouping of ferns provided from the prying eyes of his targets, and

blinked to clear his mind.If he ever got off Zar-9, maybe, just maybe, he would retire

and go draw a damn picture.That would be nice.Really nice.Now, he just had to actually leave... ALIVE.He cast his head forwards to view the small clearing among

the trees, a patch of dirt LITTERED with scrap and destroyed machinery.Apparently, the Jiralhanae of Zar-9 had a pretty sizable

collection of weapons, ground vehicles, storage crates, and ship parts lying

around, and Dass was just hoping to find a WHOLE ship amid the mess.Despite at least ten of the Brutes waltzing about, their

arms dragging by their knees, and heads bowed in boredom, he decided this would

be easier than going to one of their main bases. It took him a coupling a

minutes to slither through the foliage, and before he knew it, he was directly

behind one of them.The horrid-looking monster growled, and scratched at the fur

by its backside, not even noticing the intruder.Dass used every inch of skill he'd ever learned to kill it

quietly.He had never really executed a foe that quickly and so

silently before, and mentally patted his back after his combat knife had drawn

across its neck, and then ended its motion embedded in the spinal connection at

its rear head-base.He let the body fall beside him, and he slouched a

lazy-looking thicket over it for cover.Again, he resumed his trek towards the array of scrap,

hoping, in some delirious notion, that ANY flyable craft was present among it.

He grunted amid a blitz to clear the open lot between the yard and the

enwrapped forest.Dass was a blur of movement that the Jiralhanae patrollers

never saw, and he raised his upper-lip in musing, self-impressed demeanor when

he pressed to hide behind an old engine block.The dirt was laden with tiny spigots, gears and chips of

plastic, and he gazed about the lot over the rusty, broken engine.The gray sky above loomed without comment as he examined the

garbage that appeared like a maze around him, his eyes fell from one trash-heap

to another, and he soon became aware that his efforts were in vain.Not only that, but his growing frustration was proving to be

his downfall.He clasped the DMR tighter when two of the Brutes began to

stalk past, idly growling in their Hun-like language about some unknown matter."This is just... Stupid, man." He complained. It was probably the closest he had come in his adult life to

his years in his parent's basement, searching aimlessly for drawing tools they

didn't have for hours on end as a lad. Dass knew he would be repeating this

cycle again, if with more danger this time.And that, frankly, wasn't a good idea.He turned with a growl, and went to clear the distance back

to the forest. CLANKHis vision was suddenly invaded by the amber hued, molten

girth of a jagged metal spike that protruded from the girth of the engine

block, directly beside his face.The shot cooled a second later, and he was still sitting there,

staring at it."Man... I'm gonna need THERAPY damn it..." He

gulped. He bolted when more of the Spiker ammunition sparked and

rattled about his position, and he ran for the forest once more, swaying in his

run in an effort to dodge SOME of the fire.The Jiralhanae screamed and yelled behind him, and he didn't

dare look back.Dass leapt behind a tree, and winced when the opposite side

splintered from Spiker shots.He aimed the DMR, and jutted from cover slightly. The gun

barked twice, and two of the incoming beasts fell with a missing eye, and one

with a shattered cranium.Ducking back, he resumed his sprint to the forest's girth.For possibly a half-mile amid his run, he STILL heard the

aliens pursuing, until finally, when his legs just screamed for stoppage, they

grew silent.At least, among the failed attempt, he'd gotten away.But, as he panted beside a formation of rocks, and sat on

one of them to catch his breath, the only accomplishment that he recognized,

was the fact he was going to be dead soon, and still had a sense of humor.-0-0-0-0-0- The last empty ration pack fell from his hand, and vanished

into the plant matter around him. A few days ago, that wouldn't have mattered much.A few hours ago, that was kind of a problem.But now, Dass just couldn't stifle himself."Freaking BUTTER-NOODLES!"He couldn't help himself. They were kind of tasty.With a defeated a growl, he slumped against a tree trunk,

and gazed at the ground absently. His breastplate still shattered, his head

unprotected, his will succumbing to butter noodles of all things, and a low on

ammunition were spelling his pathetic doom.Dass Hamman had never really felt as worthless as he did

now.Once again, he found himself staring at the handle of his

DMR, just... Thinking. Thinking of the family members he would never be able to

see again, while, yes, it was only his parents and his old grandmother in the

inner colonies, they still counted.He would never be able to resume his talents in art, or

retire, or marry-The thought of romance and his lack of it, for some strange

reason, reignited memories of his guardian, the alien that had allowed him to

live this long.That smart-aleck, pretty Kig-yar.He didn't know much about the species, sure, he'd killed a

few them, but he could deduct she was a member of a rather rare subspecies,

deemed 'Skirmishers' by the old UNSC.He sort of wished she would have helped him further, and he

also sort of wished she talked a bit more than she had.When he came to terms that his female-deprived mind was

making him conjure this, he snorted and resumed walking through the brush.

Never once though, did he even hear the slight, whimsical rustle of leaves

above.The darkened shape vanished higher into the canopy, and even

an audible, quite annoyed huff had escaped it.-0-0-0-0-0- By the heavens above, despite the fact it was pretty obvious

the berries hadn't been poisonous, they had left possibly the worst aftertaste

imaginable in his mouth.An hour ago, the bland fruit had been yanked from the

thicket it grew off of, and Dass had shoveled a handful into his gullet, out of

sheer luck, AGAIN, these things weren't fatal to consume.But never would Dass Hamman consume another attribute of

this blasted forest.Now with his gut in pain, his armor breached, himself out of

food and ammunition, he slumped against the nearest rock that jutted from the

foliage, and sighed. The only positive in the whole situation, was the fact the

Jiralhanae hadn't found him yet.But, neither had the Kig-yar from earlier. Dass never considered himself a physic, a mind-reader or a

masterfully perceptive man, but the inkling of something STILL following him

was indeed present. He had kept it to himself, not bothered to ask his tracker

if it was the same female, and he planned to speak his mind to the would-be

stalker soon enough.Dass walked for another half-hour before the craziest, and

stupidest idea sprung within his head. He heard the shuffling of branches above

him, only barely, and he had to admit her skill with silence. He knew, EXACTLY how to get her down from the canopy.Sure, it took him awhile a find another pack of his

pursuers, and his stalker had grown quieter amid his closing distance to them. There were three of the Jiralhanae, all wielding Spikers,

and adorned in scrap armor over their fur.They snorted and grunted to each other, and never saw him

rise from behind a thicket, until the lead one dropped with a DMR shot in his

temple.Dass smiled like a moron, lowered his gun, and waved his

hands in the air.He never proved it, but he could have SWORE, he heard the

longest, whispered drabble of curses emanating from the canopy above. Spiker

shots tore the plants around him, and he fell to his back, awaiting for the

monsters to close.He grinned when the trotting footfalls of the Brutes were

practically on top of him, and he just had to survive long enough to get the

thing in the trees to aid him. Dass rolled forwards, balling his body, and cartwheeling

through the foliage towards the two aliens. He wrapped himself around one of their ankles, cringing at

the horrid stench and feeling of filth that formed an aura over such proximity

to the creature, he snatched up his DMR, and pounded its butt to the Brute's

ankle.It snapped, loudly, and it howled a animalistic bark, falling

to a single knee.Dass could have reveled in the small victory, and he just

might have, but, he never really expected the fat paw to grab the back of his

head, and tear him from the Brute's ankle.He landed on his backside from the other alien's effective

toss, and unloaded his DMR into its torso, firing shot after shot in coughs of

light.The Jiralhanae fell. He frowned, and aimed the gun at the last one, recovering

from its leg injury to stand full height.ClickOh no...Click Click ClickThe HUD of his gun practically screamed the number 0 on its

face.He should have figured that would happen.And he probably should have figured the next event to occur

as well.The Brute surely began to tumble towards him, a serrated,

dirtied dagger drawn from its many belts, and raised above its ugly head. It

crawled a foot closer when the beam of energy scythed its scalp in two.Dass had never smiled as large as he did at that point.He let his head fall backwards, and he laughed, LOUDLY.Chuckles and heaves of musing racked his body.When he grew silent, that was when he heard the very noise

he'd been hoping to hear for days. The pair of graceful, slender legs landing

perfectly to the forest floor, and the gradual footsteps in his direction."H-Hi..." He sniggered, not bothering to look up.Dass' smile was wiped clean from his face when he heard the

rifle she'd been holding clap to the ground beside her, and two, smooth-skinned

claws crunched about the armor on his collar. Those same, yellow black-slit eyes glowed with an unmatched

fury DIRECTLY in his face, the edge of her beak-like chops blew ragged, angry

breaths on his neck.She shook him.HARD.Dass felt his body rattle as she banged him against the

ground at least five times, and she never changed her distance from him. He

looked up at her sheepishly.That was when the Kig-yar chose to speak.Harshly."WHAT. THE FUCK. IS WRONG. WITH. YOU?!" She

barked, loud enough to make his ears ring. "ARE YOU LIKE, MENTALLY SLOW OR SOMETHING?!"He just stared.She narrowed her eyes wildly."Answer. Me." She grumbled, pressing onto him

harder, and causing him to gag slightly on choked air. "Answer me NOW. Or I'll rip your spine from your

rectum." "I needed h-help..." He choked, grinning like a

dolt. "-That's just what I h-had to d-do to get it."The Kig-yar was unreadable, save the already angry

expression she glowered at him with. She still sat over him, claws clenching

over the ruined ODST plate below his neck."So, here you are." He laughed. "-Looks like

I got you."The alien snorted, and stood to her full height, slapping

him roughly to the ground once more, before she retrieved her gun, and glared

down at him with inquisitive, hating eyes.Her lithe, perfectly sculpted body shifted when her claw

fell on her hip."Not only are you a dumbass, but now, you're a STUPID

dumbass. Think I'm gonna baby you the whole time your here? Forget it now,

soldier-boy. Your royally screwed, and there isn't a THING I'm going to do

about it." When she went to walk away, her clawed foot lashed to the

ground, and his DMR landed perfectly flat on its side atop his sprawled body."-No ammo? Pity. Maybe it could be a blunt." She

growled over her shoulder.Dass, long before he had joined the military, had learned

from opportunities that made their moves of escape. Whenever the lord was kind

enough to bring a proposition, a possibility for survival or enlightenment, it

always attempted to slip through the cracks ONCE or more.So, here was his chance to live, and here was its attempt to

leave him.Nope, it wasn't gonna happen, not on his watch."Hey!" He called back. She ignored him and didn't stop as he stood to his full

height. "-God damn it! Now, I'm not ASKING you to stop, I'm

TELLING YOU!" Dass mustered as much courage as he could to tell-off the

one holding a gun, especially the one that still had ammo. He stumbled towards

her, and noted how, mid-stride, the Kig-yar stopped dead in her tracks.Even from behind, she appeared hunched, and even MORE angry

than before."Listen here! Its pretty obvious your out here by

yourself, I mean, lemme ask you, are there ANY OTHER people around this

forest?" He gestured with a sweeping arm about the area, taking a position

merely a foot away from her."-No? Didn't think so." He snapped, mind working

on overdrive. "-Second off, beside the fact it might be NICE on your part

for some pretty rare company, don't you think its WRONG to just leave a guy to

die out here? Huh?"He jabbed a finger in her direction, and still, she hadn't

moved."-Cause let's get this straight, you seem pretty decent

in my book, save the smart-aleck commentary! So, here's what gonna happen

you-you-!" He struggled, built bravery and spat. "-You walking, ONYX

PARROT!"That nearly caused her to shoot him right there, and he did

his best to put aside her claw grasping her rifle. "-I'm coming with you! We're helping each other in this

god-forsaken forest. Whether you like it, or NOT!"Silence.The alien just stood, turned away from him, body heaving in

breaths that could only be described as a major factor of being pissed off.He quivered slightly with adrenaline, and wiped his face

with a gauntlet. He might have spoken further, but she had other plans.He didn't even have time to react to her martial prowess,

and her leg spun with her in a blur of motion, that could not be tracked by the

naked eye. Her heel collided with his cheek, surely not hard enough to

cause serious damage, but strong enough to make his vision flash, and pain run

up his neck.For the third time on this stranding, Dass fell like a

collapsed wall of cinder-blocks. The Kig-yar stood facing him now, her body shaking slightly,

and her claws clenched into tight fists. "You've got guts, hotshot, I'll give you that."

She snarled, stepping closer, and pressing a foot to his stomach, applying

pressure for good measure. He cringed slightly, knowing not to show too much

weakness."-And frankly, with everything that just flew from that

orifice in your screwed up head, I should SHOOT YOU." She huffed, and bent

over her knee, to jab to a digit in his face, pressing the nail to the tip of

his nose. "I'm a loner. I always have been, and ALWAYS WILL. I've

lived on this planet for three-quarters of my life without having a

conversation with ANYONE. If you, of ALL beings, think you can speak, as if you

damn KNOW my story, you are DEAD. FUCKING. WRONG." She gave the coolest, most evil looking grin beneath her

beak-like chops."Talk to me like that again, and your balls are gonna

have a nice chat with my new dance... You wanna know what its called?" She

sneered with those rows of dagger-like teeth. "-Rapid-Stomp. I think its

pretty stylish."Her foot relinquished its hold on him, and she crossed her

arms, gazing down to his prone body with a raised brow."Get the hell up." She ordered.Dass just nodded, and shakily stood, rolling his shoulders

to ease muscular tension.The Kig-yar stared up to him, and snorted. "I'm going to my den. Your sleeping outside. No

questions, or I'll relieve you of your head." -0-0-0-0-0- The forest was getting gradually darker amid the clumps of

flattened foliage, and patted dirt. By now, his footfalls had been absent in

his hearing, and he did his best to stare ahead, and not at the beam-rifle

toting Kig-yar in front of him.She hadn't said a word throughout the whole trek, and he

eyed her feather-plumage on the back of her head with curiosity. Now, with no anxiety or adrenaline clouding his senses, he

realized that the female was giving off a scent, one that, much to his

surprise, was quite... Nice.The alien had the smell of tropical flowers emanating off of

her, and the armor she wore had the distinct tinge of polish from it, and

combined with the fact he couldn't stop ogling her, it was quite the site.Dass, as prior mentioned, never had much experience with women

of human descent. To be honest, he had had more success with Sangheili females

than his own race, in fact, he'd dated two of them for god's sake.Despite those two relationships never really evolving to

much physical activity, having someone to talk too was... Rather a good

feeling.He missed it quite much.Throughout that thought, his eyes almost bounced alongside

her supple hind-quarters, that to his torture, almost looked like twin

containers of heavenly gel beneath the hugging jumpsuit."If you don't get your eyes off of my ass, NOW, I'll

tear them out." Her voice grumbling in his hearing allowed him to break the

trance, and he shrugged apologetically. "-Sorry. I'm usually more respectful around

women." Apparently talking to her so formally kept her from

responding, and she actively remained quiet until he spoke up again."-Uh... What's your name?" "Ms. Sod Off. Family line of the 'Not your beezwax'

lineage." She snapped. He coughed, and fidgeted."Well... I'm Dass Hamman." He smiled awkwardly. "Mmm."Her lack of socialization was expected if her statement of

how long she'd been here was true. Dass could only imagine the feeling of such

idleness for so long."How long have you been here?" He tried. "-Would you SHUT UP?" She snapped. "I can't

enjoy the quiet with you still flapping your gums." "But I want to know." He insisted. The Kig-yar drummed her fingers with agitation on the side

of her beam-rifle, and flicked her head back to relieve it of some straying

feathers."But I want to

know! I'm so curious! I actually give a crap!" She mimicked in a

light-tone. "Give it up, trooper." He huffed, and folded his arms. "-Can you stop being difficult, and just TELL me? If I

really didn't care what you were about to tell me, someone with your perception

could figure that out easily. Right?" The Kig-yar didn't answer for at least a minute, and he gave

up at that instance, letting his gauntlets drop to his sides, as he walked on

in follow."I came here as a chick." She grumbled. "Grew

up on the Psalm Courier, was

abandoned by my mother when our transport landed here for water supply. We were

refugees from T'vao..." Dass nodded in acknowledgement, understanding the many

movements of Kig-yar citizens from their own homeworld and surrounding asteroid

colonies to rid themselves of their pre-Covenant heritage. "How did you survive here as a child?" He asked."-I ate insects, fruit and rodents. Killed my first ape

at age ten... Learned to speak common from the old databases among the Jiralhanae

scrap collections. Look, hotshot-" She stopped walking, and stared back at

him over her shoulder, a bit more passionately than he had ever seen her."-There isn't anything special going on here. So stop

asking." Dass raised his arms in the hope of some common ground."How could you say that? You seem very resourceful,

brave, intelligent. Sure, there are other attributes I could list that you'd

shoot me for," He laughed. "-But I personally see a lot of special

stuff here." She gawked, and bit her lower jaw, some of the prior

annoyance and anger that was on her face drained. "When I saw your ship crash... I guess it reminded me

of my childhood." She admitted. "-Seeing how screwed-over I am, the

reason I saved you was because I don't want to see that happen to more

people..." Before he could even say something again, she was

speed-walking ahead, and he had to struggle to keep up.-0-0-0-0-0- Her 'Den' as she called it, was actually the burned out hulk

of an old Covenant commercial freighter, as large as a small house in its

crumpled state. Several barricades of sharpened wood rods, stockades and

scrap bartered the front of the hideout, while the back was protected by a

gigantic rock formation, that the wreck jutted from.He stared at it a bit longer, and watched as she retreated

inside the ship, but not before indicating where he was to stay.The ghost, a speeder craft commonly used by the old

Covenant, had been transformed into something of a small shack, its hull peeled

away and carved to form a dome-like structure, where its engine and body parts

made barricades around it.Little did Dass know, that this hut would be his home for a

long time, and the first night he spent curled under it, he didn't see the

Kig-yar for the entirety of it, as she locked herself away in the larger crash.-0-0-0-0-0- The midday sun was never too-obvious in the gray sky above,

and that was how many days on Zar-9 worked. Dass had long accepted it, and taken to idly spending his

hours practicing combat moves, sleeping, failing to socialize with the Kig-yar,

eating the strange, cooked fruit and plants she gave him every few hours, and

most importantly, bathing in the running water of the freighter's laboratory. It had taken three days to relieve his body of the filth on

it using that chamber, the only one that his host allowed him in at the greater

hideout. Having long drawn off his ruined armor, he had taken to

walking around in a jumpsuit for the longest periods of time.So, when he saw his friend emerge from the wreck for the

first time that evening, he smiled, and waved."What's up?" He laughed. "Good to see your

out!" She nodded to him, and trotted to the side of the

freighter's girth, where she snatched up what looked like a spare towel, and

hurriedly stepped back inside the wreck.When the door to its main lobby slid shut, he almost had to

swallow his jumping heart.Dass was never sure what possessed him to do his next move,

but when he slid that ruined door aside, quietly, and stepped into the darkened

interior of the ship, he just KNEW he wasn't thinking straight.The inside of the craft was laden with spare ammo,

appliances, supplies and all manner of storage crates, and that was just the

foyer, though, he never went further when he saw the light.Deep in the internals of the craft was the laboratory, the

only chamber he'd seen in detail, and he stepped towards its illumination, and

the gradual sound of running water.Why did he do this? He didn't really know, his mind was quite blank.His foot tapped against a fallen object, and he stopped

himself immediately from kicking it full on, and alerting her to his presence. He bent to retrieve the thing, and stopped dead when he saw

it was a UNSC dataslate, an old one.Dass raised a brow, and activated it via power-button,

wincing when a small amount of light burst into the darkness around him.He scrolled through the list of entries, and found it

peculiar, that there was only one.He opened it with a tap of his finger, and read the three

lines it contained."I had no choice,

my child, I will not allow you to be taken by the monsters that pursue us...I cannot say much, and

it pains me, but I know you will be a fine warrior, one not trapped here

forever...Sera, I will always

love you."The alien rune that stood in the signature area told him all

he needed to know of who wrote this.But, when light invaded his vision again, he never knew he

had been walking towards the chamber the entirety of the time while reading.When he glanced up, his grip on the slate grew weak.The Kig-yar looked majestic in that shower chamber, her nude

form glistened with wetness, and remained full in all of the right places.He almost scrambled for the door instantly, but instead, his

butterfinger hands lost their grip on the slate, and it clattered loudly in his

grasp before he caught it, and sighed in relief. However, the audible, weak gasp that came from in front of

him destroyed that relief.Dass stared directly into her quivering, yellow, black-slit

eyes again, her arms folded about herself, and her form quivering angrily."-I-I... Oh my god... I-""GET OUT.""-I'm so sorry, I-""GET THE HELL OUT!" He bolted outside and into the sunlight without really

feeling himself do it. Dass Hamman spent the next hour curled in his little

shelter, utterly silent.-0-0-0-0-0- The morning enveloped the entirety of the forest with

perfect volumes of light. The sun for once, was amid a clear blue sky, and the trees

rustled accordingly to a small breeze.Within the confines of the little scrap-hut, darkness

reigned only until he stood outside, and stretched his stiff form.The lights inside the freighter beside him were off, and it

was completely dark within. That tidbit was enough to display how much of an

ass he'd made of himself.Throughout the time he had been here, the Kig-yar, or,

rather, Sera, as he had discovered her real title to be, had lacked most of her

commentary and insults, and, as much as she wouldn't admit it, had begun to be

slightly talkative.Now, as of yesterday, Dass had most likely completely undone

all progress he'd made to be her friend.He leaned against the side of his new home with his face

buried in sweaty hands, he mumbled atrocities of himself, and never noticed the

door to the side of the freighter quietly slide open.She stood there, staring at him, in the doorway.When he heard her sigh, he jumped to stand in front of her

vision. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened!" He

blurted. "-I just found your dataslate... I wasn't watching where I was

going..." Only days past was he flipping his temper on her, and now,

Dass, the same man that had been the sole survivor of the crash on this blasted

moon, was apologizing to the alien like he had just killed her pet or

something.Truth was, that he had done a notion just as bad.She was silent, and stepped out of the doorway, not even

meeting his gaze with her lowered eyes, and he noticed how she clenched the

jumpsuit about her tightly.With a deft movement, she retrieved a small canister by the

side of the freighter wreck, where she seemed to keep spares of everything, and

began to speed-walk for the door again."W-Wait-" He tried, but by that time the entry was

half-shut. "-Sera, wait." That was the exact sentence that forced the Kig-yar to stop,

and the slab of metal that was meant to bar her off from the world again, was

halted with a creak of steel.Dass saw the opportunity, ironically similar to the first

one that had allowed all of this to happen, and just like he had taught

himself, he took it once more.Taking tentative steps forwards, his exposed hand gently

took hold of the structure, and Sera didn't resist when he lightly pushed it

aside to reveal her quite exhausted looking face to him in the daylight.He had indeed developed a good picture of what kind of

person she was, just through the way she had acted and spoke to him over the

week, and, strangely, he found that image being crushed by the appearance

before him.Her snout was stained, of all things, TEAR stained, her eyes

were puffy, and she had a most depressing frown plastered over her face. With a

indent between her brows, she muttered her response."What the hell do YOU want, hotshot?" Her voice

sounded a ghost of its formality. He sighed, and fidgeted with his hands."I guess I did read right, huh?" He joked. She sniffled, and wiped at her left cheek bone."Yeah, ya did you prick." "You really have no idea how ashamed I am of my prior

actions," He explained, earning at least eye-contact from her. "-Not

only was my curiosity clouding my true self and judgment, but I invaded your

privacy twice-over. And for me to do that to my savior in this mess, is, really

unacceptable." The Kig-yar looked albeit impressed with his reasoning, and

he offered his hand in an upwards, slow motion."For this I am sorry, and I can understand if you want

me to take my leave." She gawked at his hand for a short while, motionless. She

sniffled again, and faced him fully before clasping the appendage with her

smooth claw. For the first time outside of the prior scuffles he had had

with her, he was touching the female for other reasons than self-defense or

reaction. Her skin felt a tad leathery, but overall, it was

unbelievably silky like, and he found the contact to flutter his stomach

slightly. "-I never expected a human to be this clammy..."

She chortled, bringing up her second palm to graze and rub over his knuckles. He shivered under the touch, and did his best to simply

smile at her when she looked back up to his face."-For now on in your stay, just knock before you enter,

alright?" He laughed at that, harder than he had ever laughed

throughout the whole thing, even when she had saved him the second time. And, once again, he was met with another unique scene of the

first LEGITIMATE smile on her part.-0-0-0-0-0- Without much else to occupy himself, Dass had recently

shuffled through the many piles of supplies at this den, and found not only an

old pen, but a healthy pad full of paper. After recovering from the shock invading his system of the

luck, he had practically scrambled back to his hut, and began to draw. After the third picture, this one of a beautiful horse

striding across the blank page, he figured stick-people just weren't his forte,

even after so long without practice. When he flipped the page again, he almost finished the

base-outline for a draconic monster as the next image, but, he stopped himself

shortly after. As he dwelled in thought, flipping the gray-colored pen in his

fingers, he decided to do something more important.With that, he retraced the outline, and set to work creating

the best image he had ever sketched, and he realized its true potential after,

and even before it was done.With little semblance to everything around him, he held the

pad aloft, and examined the wondrous, finely detailed drawing of the very

Kig-yar that was housing him.Still, after the apology from the other day, he hadn't

referred to her as her name in fear of reopening old wounds, but, he deduced

with a grin, she wouldn't mind him entitling the work.After he wrote SERA on the paper in gothic-looking script,

he got daring, and never noticed the chin that followed his pen over his

shoulder, until after he had written the next word beside it."Beauty...?""Yeah, I think it suits her well-

OHMYGODWHATTHEHELL?!" He scrambled away from the prying form of the alien that had

been gazing over his arm for possibly half of the drawing, and he stared at her

as she reached over, and gently took the drawing pad from his grip.Without much knowledge on what it was prior, she had long

considered it useless, and tossed it amid the rubbish heaps when she was

younger. But now, so many years later, she saw its purpose.The sides of her elongated face were becoming quite

purple-hued, and she examined the image of herself with a glazed look. Every portion

of her body was perfectly drawn, and just the right size in comparison to

everything else. He even drew the armor on her right.When she looked back at him over the top of the book, he was

staring at his feet, hands tapping against the ground next his hips."Nobody has ever called me that..." She muttered,

still standing over him."Well... I think its way overdue." He sheepishly

shrugged. "-I mean, I'm not trying to get you to have affections for me or

nothing, I'm not even trying to be a suck-up, but I would like to see you

happy. Its the least I can do for your efforts here." Her head was practically turning purple with the sheer

amount of blush that was overwhelming her, her previous notions to ridicule and

insult this man were practically tossed out of the airlock by that point. She had NO ONE in her life, besides her long gone mother,

who had said these things to her...She had never had a mate, a father, FRIENDS even.And now, here came this blasted human that was making her

perform cartwheels in her stomach."Dass..." His head jerked up, hearing his name come from her reptilian

beak for the first time."-Call me Sera from now on... Alright?" He nodded slowly, as if coming to terms with what she had

just said.Now to be real here, Dass had never been... INVITED to the

ways of permission from any woman in his life, but when Sera put the book down

in his hut gently, and ran her claw rather slowly from the beginning length of

her thigh, all the way up to her abdomen, eyes locked on him, he had the inkling.All females displayed the desire to allow a male passage in

different ways, and he watched as she turned to the wreck of the freighter,

walking slowly, and her head just barely cocked to view over her shoulder.When he stood to his full height, he noticed her backside,

and the extra amount of shaking she put into its motions amid the strides.Dass practically flipped to the ground with a trail of red

flinging from his nose at that moment, but, he relented, and began to take

tentative steps after her.He was not experienced in his own species, and the thought,

the mental image of what was about to occur, of the body of an alien, began to

stir him greatly.Sera left the door to the insides of the ship slightly ajar,

and he pushed it away, stepped inside, and shut it behind him.Work lights littered the previously dark foyer, and he

trekked over the many piles of supplies that layered the floor, originally

aiming for the laboratory. But, when he saw the absence of light from it, he noticed

the pearl of illumination from the opposite service-way.Dass' eyes snapped to view it in time to see the end of her

clawed foot retracting into what was obviously her sleeping chambers. He muttered unintelligently, and hurried down the hall.Once outside the purple-colored metal door, he heard the

shuffling of linen within, and he carefully pushed the entry open, not really

prepared for its contents beyond.The human stood rigid when he saw Sera practically

displaying herself on the red-colored sheets of a oval-shaped, alien mattress,

her jumpsuit cast aside, and her naked body in all of its perfection stood bare

to him.Her breasts were slightly bigger than her head, and she

rolled them about with traveling claws, her supple rear allowing her legs to

spread as she lay on her back for him."W-Wow..." Was all he said.When he actually spoke, he saw similar emotions to his own

nervousness trail across her face, and it was obvious she was just as afraid,

yet excited of the thing herself. He made tortoise-slow movements to enter the room fully, and

shut the door, not even eyeing the several storage units that lay about, or the

small computer console beside the bed."-S-Sera, are you sure?" "Yes... Now... Please, come here." He shook at the huskiness of her tone, and climbed atop the

soft mattress in front of her. For a long time, he just stared ahead, eyeing

her treasures without enacting."Are you well?" She asked, heated. "Yeah... I guess, I really don't know how to

proceed." He admitted with slight shame."-Dass, as much as my commentary says otherwise, I

won't bite." She smiled with a heavy shade of purple. With outstretched arms, she sat up, and he jerked beneath

the first heavy contact with this much of her body.Her entire girth of both arms rubbed and glided across his

back and chest, and she crooned lowly in her exotic, alien-like tone as she got

a better feel for the human.Dass fought off the euphoria, blinked, and allowed his hands

to feel about her back. Like her palms, the skin here was smooth and silky to the

touch, and he curved and traced about her lithe spine and shoulders, and let

his palms rub to the sides of her hips. She gasped when he went lower, and cupped the two

protrusions at the ends of her thighs, effectively kneading the flesh of her

backside. "-This is... BETTER than I expected..." She

huffed. "-I really want too... You know that, right?" Dass spiraled them around, and he pressed his own back to

the sheets below, and Sera straddled his hips under her own, sitting atop him,

and glancing down at him between the mounds on her chest."More than you know." He smiled nervously."From what I have gathered of humans," She gasped.

"-The males like breasts..." Her claws took hold of his hands, and brought them up to the

great orbs on her body, before she placed them over her black-colored nips.He didn't respond, and began to tug and clench them,

emitting exhales and sharp-intakes of breath from her, the Kig-yar's eyes

glazing slightly, and a long reptilian, pink tongue drooped from her ajar maw.His top jumpsuit was practically torn off by her greedy

digits, and she threw the remains over her shoulder as he continued to pleasure

her.Her sumptuous hips rolled and ground against his lower

frame, feeling the ever-growing bulge that was invading between his legs. With

his hands working diligently, Dass rolled and toyed with her breasts as she let

loose an prolonged, and quite seductive moan.That single vocal, the drawn out expression of her pleased

demeanor, was enough to get him confident in the situation.His hands dragged down from her breasts, and began to

highway down her belly, and eventually, rubbed circles in her inner thighs,

allowing the flesh there to quiver and jerk under his attentions due to high

sensitivity.Sera whined as he did this, giving off high-pitched sounds

that could only be compared to such a word.He grunted when her claws dug their palms into his groin,

massaging the bulge that had grown from it beneath his lower jumpsuit.Dass, while struggling to fight through the sudden urge to

just let the horny alien take over, managed to brush his fingers over the

slit-like organ at her base, and rediscovered it when her own rubbing ceased.Her vent was quite similar to a human's, it was a little

shorter in up-down length, was pink in its internals, and held several

gray-colored folds along its outside.She smiled in a appreciative manner as he examined her."Is it... Beautiful? Like you wrote on that

paper?" She asked in a heated whisper."Beauty can't describe it..." He replied, applying

sudden pressure to its outsides with his digits. She opened her mouth slightly, and began to breath even

heavier when he centered his fingertips to its middle."-Its BETTER than beautiful." He figured he was doing quite alright for a first-time, and

this opinion was reinforced by her short moans and her shaking body whilst he

performed circular motions with all five of his fingers in the center of her

vaginal opening.Dass then gave her all the reason to release the sudden cry

that she did, and inserted three of his appendages into her.He was gentle in his movements, and carefully worked them in

and out, and watched with pride as she placed a claw over her backside, and one

over her right breast, and clenched and tugged with both.Her walls inside were unbelievably cushiony and slick, they

began to contract and milk his fingers as he sped up, the lack of experience on

her part finally catching up.Sera cast her head back, and turned a gradual exhale into a

deep moan when he felt the increased wetness forming about his hand, and her

insides moved at a faster speed.Her orgasm ended, nearly as quick as it came on, and she

panted as he removed his hand from her.Her scents at this point were driving him on complete

overdrive, the previous smells of her clean body now wafting with the

love-fluids that gathered below."-Dass, I really need you..." She cooed, reaching

down and digging her nails into his lower jumpsuit.He never even heard the tear, and she stopped straddling him

only briefly to toss them on the floor with his other ruined garment.Soon after, she sat atop his bare lower-half, and began to

size-up and ogle her next prize.His own sex was fully erect, and she took hold of it were

her claws, noting his quick intake of breath.With purposeful strokes, she worked it, and aimed it towards

her vent.Dass could only observe with awe as his tip sank inside of

her, and that wondrous, beautiful body he had been near smitten with for so

long, allowed him to claim it.Sera had her eyes half-shut, her pink tongue lolling out to

the side of her snout, she made it halfway down his girth before he met the one

thing he was afraid of."-I didn't know Kig-yar had these too..." He

panted. "-Not a picnic on my side either..." She sighed.

"-Be quick..." He did as instructed, and, with a hurried movement, he

thrust the rest of his penis inwards, and broke the very barrier that

represented her virginity.A yip of pain from her, and Dass immediately sat upwards,

and wrapped his arms over her quaking torso. He waited for her to leave the

discomfort, and to add, he did something least than expected on her part.At first, it was difficult to meld with her reptilian snout,

but Dass managed to get a good angle in order to open her mouth with his lips.Sera found her pain vanishing among the new sensations the

kiss brought her, and opened her mouth into it, claws draping over his

shoulders, and tongues entwining within their maws.Her eyes shut completely, and she began to grind her body

into him, sinking his organ deeper inside of her. With rejuvenated vigor, the negative sensation controlling

her faded, and as if a switch was flicked, unimagined, and foreign euphoria

collected as her internal walls were spread.Dass breathed heavily, and awaited her to give him an OK to

continue.Sera blinked a few times, and placed her claws on his belly,

rocking her hips in a to-fro motion.Seeing himself vanish sluggishly in and out of her opening

gave the human enough wild-sensations, that his hands grabbed and squeezed at

her thick thighs and hindquarters, a select few claps of impacted Kig-yar flesh

echoed throughout the chamber.Sera would not allow the entirety of the session to go

slowly, and leaned to press her magnificent breasts to his chest. Her beak locked with his mouth again, and her eyes snapped

shut as ridiculously pleasurable feelings of emotional and physical origin

racked her, and the building tidal-wave of such an alien notion hit her.For the first time in her life, and her stay on this stupid,

barren moon...Love coursed through her insides.She moaned into his lips, and rolled her backside in liquid,

fluid motions, gathering an increased flux of her wetness as the arousal grew

between them, her inner thighs and his crotch becoming slick with vaginal

fluids.Her meaty hips clapped against him repeatedly, and Dass had

to keep his eyes slammed closed from the threat of them bulging out. Sera detached from his mouth, and stared down at him with an

unmatched passion, that no one had ever given him before. As he gazed into

yellow/orange eyes, and observed their black slit centers, a flame was burning

inside them that only gave semblance to undying devotion.Dass Hamman had just earned the eternal, and endless

infatuation of this woman, and it was all by chance. Damn, was he glad he took that opportunity in the forest.Their activities pressed well in a same, looping repeat for no

more than a coupling of minutes, and he was amazed at the stamina of the

Kig-yar as she kept bouncing her supple rear on him.Very soon, there was only so much his inexperienced body

could handle, and Dass reached upwards with his hands, and clasped her backside

hard.Her labored breathing erupted in a sudden outburst of a cry,

and she sat upwards when the human mercilessly pounded her with heavy,

repeating jerks.He never had much desire to go SUPER-fast with this, but the

strategy he was using seemed to do everything he wanted and more, and he didn't

hold back when his testes began to grow warmer.It was akin to a building explosion, and he grunted a final

time before ultimatum.Sera was wailing when he blew strands of white within her,

their hips ferociously clapping, and her chambers walloping over his unloading

member.Her mattress creaked and rattled as the human let years of

pent-up virginity form a nuclear detonation inside the vaginal canal of the

Kig-yar, and he weakly pumped into her a few more times, further making

squelching noises as the mixture of fluids seeped out from her.By the end of the whole ordeal, their groins were stained

thoroughly, and tiredness unmatched bracketed them.Sera's pants were all that he heard beside his own, and he leaned

back in the sheets, gazing up at the purple-metal ceiling of the chamber.The Kig-yar groaned appreciatively, rubbed her bosom, and

sprawled atop him, nudging her head beneath his chin to lay on his neck and

collar."-You know... Hotshot, I've never been this happy

before..." She stated in a murmur. "Well, Sera, I plan on making you happy like this for a

long time..." He responded.Though in his growing exhaustion, he couldn't see her

expression, the dripping sensation of her falling tears was all he needed to

feel in confirmation of the massive smile that formed on her chops.Her eyes shut, and her legs mingled with his, their

connected genitals were quickly disconnected with a POP.Dass heard her say it right before sleep claimed her, and he

stifled a desire to CRY it too her."I really do... I love you..." Her words trailed, and soon, a light snoring was audible.Dass Hamman was out like a light too, and perhaps, when,

with her help, he contacted the Alliance for rescue, he could get off Zar-9...But certainly, he wouldn't be leaving alone.From that night onwards, he made a goal as a person to get

this wondrous female OFF of Zar-9.The same forest planet where he almost died, and was saved.The same forest planet home to innumerable Jiralhanae

monsters....The same forest planet to house a beautiful creature...Polar Opposites on Zar-9... Beasts and a Beauty... FIN