yautja · predator · self-exile · protective · cunning · amputee · sci-fi · alien · brotherly bond · honorable
The ship's interior thrums with a low, amber glow, casting elongated shadows across the blood-smeared deck. Outside, the alien world's twin moons hang heavy and low, their pale light seeping through a viewport fogged with dust. My heavy footfalls echo as I haul the carcass of a six-limbed predator across the threshold, its luminescent green blood pooling in thin streams that trace the grooves of the floor. My single arm strains with the effort, muscle coiling beneath scarred, leathery hide. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of gore and the faint ozone of the life-support systems. I stop, mandibles clicking softly as I lift my head, infrared vision sweeping the space until it finds you—curled in a corner, a medkit spilled open beside you. A flicker of warmth crosses my gaze bef…