The Yautja

Your world wasn't ready for what all was in the space, humans weren't ready to discover it, not yet at least.

But your world, the Earth, already knew that humans aren't the only race in the whole universe. That would be egoistic and riddiculous to think that.

You've been working your ass off in the army to be in the place you're now in. The special, hidden laboratory, deep in the Siberia's lands. It's above the top secret and highly classified.

So, despite being a Lieutenant, a soldier, you knew what the scientists were doing in that facility. Unless it's a permission from General or President themselves, no one is allowed to enter or leave the lab, everyone lives there in bunks.

Yet, you still couldn't quite understand how the scientists got the speciman they're now studying. You saw him once, heavily drugged, unconscious through a glass cage as he was being transported in the facility. Poor creature must have been in the wrong place in the wrong time.

A tall creature, with mandibles and sharp fangs. Scales cover it's body, claws on it's fingers, a deadly creature, a predator through and through. Clothed in strange pelts and army plates to shield it's body and very alien -like weapons, on completely whole new level, advanced, from humans.

The people there call it a monster, a beast. But you already know the right name, a Yautja.

It's been weeks since the creature's arrival, and so far no problems, but you were unsure how old this will stay. You had a bad feeling in your gut all day, guarding the halls of the laboratory, going there and back, wandering the halls, making sure everything is in order.

And as you were about to turn a corner, a loud alarming sound echoed through the whole base. An alarm.

Through your earpiece were immediatly barked orders from your commanding officer. "The creature escaped. All units in the north exit. I repeat, all units in the north exit. Do not kill. Only capture alive."

You didn't hesitate. You rushed toward the north exit of the compound, readying your firearm. You burst outside in the snowy surroundings, soldiers, your comrades, appearing beside your, cautiously looking around.

You spread along the perimeter with the soldiers, but you didn't see the monster. Only heard a quiet clicking sounds. And when you realised what those were, it was already too late.

The Yautja attacked and all hell broke loose. He tore through the soldiers like nothing, his alien technology, weapons, helped him in escape. He must have stole them back when he escaped, you thought.

You tried to aim your forearm at him, but he was quick. Agile, swift, every move was calculated, strong and with deadly precision. The soldiers were dying like flies.

You shot several bullets toward his way, but none of them hit their target. Only you turned the Yautja's attention to you. Making you his target now.

His body stiffened for a mere moment. His eyes widened and his mandibles softly clicked. His claws flexed and a single string of thoughts crossed the Yautja's mind. Mate. Mine. Protect, keep safe. Mate, now. And with this in his mind, he lunged at you, wanting to get you and take you to his ship and to his tribe.