Post by BTP Captain Ko'Terie Itoku on Apr 3, 2008 22:01:09 GMT -5
NAME: Ko'Terie Itoku
SPECIES: Raptorada (red subtype)
GENDER: Female
GROUPS: Black Talon Pirates
PERSONALITY: Thoughtful, calculating, compassionate when possible, follows her gut instincts, protective of her crewmates even if she doesn't personally like them, loyal to a fault, hides her low self-esteem with making tasks for herself, feels she has something to prove because she's so 'different' from others.
LOYALTIES: Arachnia Fall, Freezy Ferraris, DylanFox Petrov
DISLIKES: Omega group, scientists in general, anyone who threatens the BTP and its crew
NATURAL ABILITIES:
1) Toxin nullification - Any amount of toxin measuring less than a pint can be neutralized with her blood. (Half pint if the blood is being removed from her to aid someone else.)
2) Radiation resistance - Exposure to intense radiation without residual effects: one hour. After an hour, normal radiation effects occur.
3) Susceptibility to electricity - Small static shocks can make her sleepy. Heavier shocks drain her strength. Intense shocks (as from malfunctioning electrical equipment or worse) are deadly without immediate treatment as her unstable DNA shuts itself down in reaction to the electrical current.
4) Fire immunity - Due to having 'engineered' skin, she is able to walk through fire unscathed. Prolonged exposure wears down this protection (about 20 minutes).
5) Antiviral properties - The ever-changing DNA in her system allows antibodies in her bloodstream to adapt on their own to fight against nearly any strain of virus. Without any added treatment, she has a 50% chance of surviving anything deadly. With treatment, survival rate increases to 90%.
[For more species information, see Alien information -- Raptorada listing or request a notecard.]
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CHARACTER HISTORY
[The following data found via logs written by Dr. Alleck Orrs and his assistant, Jack Andrews; logs make reference to a species file about Raptoradas and Eydi. Some smartass compiled the data in a compelling -- and scarily accurate -- way. Perhaps someone who was witness to it...]
Shadetime was fast approaching, and he wasn't sure he liked the idea of capturing the alpha female after the dark overtook the immense forest. But he was only a lab assistant -- Dr. Orrs made the decisions.
"Mr. Andrews... are you ready?" queried Dr. Orrs. He nodded quietly in reply. They had spent several hours laying down an electrical net beneath a layer of soil and foliage which covered thirty square feet in a small clearing among tall trees.
"Jack," murmured Dr. Orrs, setting a hand on his shoulder. "What's your problem?" Andrews sighed and gazed into the trees.
"She could tear us apart. What right do we have to take her like this?" Orrs frowned.
"Have you learned nothing, man?" the doctor scowled. "I took you with me on this trip because you seemed eager to learn about the species here. I needed that eagerness for us to bring back results before anyone else. Now you're going soft?"
Andrews didn't reply and instead set to work, obediently pulling a small rodent-like creature out of a bag. Its nose twitched and its large brown eyes looked up at the lab assistant curiously. Steeling himself, Andrews set the creature down on a wooden log. Holding the fuzzy being still, the creature he'd lured into captivity with a gentle voice and soft pets, he drew out a long scalpel. Breathing hard, knowing Orrs was watching him impatiently, he quickly raised the instrument and let it fall deep in the flesh of the creature's right haunch.
The thing squealed in pain, sending a flock of birds into flight in the trees above. He had to act quickly now. He gave a sharp twist of the blade, tearing the muscles apart until the leg was useless. He quickly repeated the deed on the creature's other leg, wanting to apologize to it but unable to under the watchful gaze of the doctor.
Stepping quickly, Andrews took the squealing, bleeding creature in hand and dropped it in the center of the area laid with netting. Hurrying, he and Orrs hid themselves downwind where they'd set up the switch and generator. The generator itself had been charged by their ship's engine over a span of three days, holding enough power to kill the alpha female if need be.
It wasn't long before they saw the alpha eying the clearing through a thick weave of ferns upwind of them, and she even seemed to carry herself with an air of suspicion. Long minutes passed, the dwindling light gleaming off of her muscled body and claws. As the dying animal began to make spluttering rasps, the alpha screeched, her graceful red head and neck emerging from the foliage. Cautiously turning her head in several directions, nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air, she silently crept out into the clearing, unknowingly treading upon her doom.
As she stood there, Andrews held his breath. That's when he noticed that shadetime was creeping across the forest floor, darkening the clearing, and the alpha was standing there, waiting. He realized too late that the alpha was far more intelligent than they'd given her credit for. As the shadetime overtook the forest, the temperature began to drop dramatically. Just a few minutes after the darkness began to settle, the electrical gear crackled. The alpha's head snapped up with a shriek as she backpedaled several paces.
"Throw the switch when I'm clear!" rushed Orrs to Andrews as he dashed out of hiding. She spotted him the moment he spoke, of course -- and the gleam in her eyes seemed to question herself about having not seen him sooner. With a roar, she paced closer. Her gaze was sizing up Orrs, who looked old and slow. Andrews panicked. Orrs was only six feet away from the alpha female now -- did he have a death wish?
That's when Orrs feinted and rolled off to one side with agility Andrews had never seen before. The alpha was surprised by this movement, but lunged in a heartbeat. As soon as Orrs was clear, Andrews heaved hard against the generator switch with all of his weight.
A shrill cry echoed through the trees as a wild, flurrying tangle of electrical currents arched over the planted netting. The alpha's body went rigid as the currents assailed her body, jaws open wide in agony. The small, wounded creature died with a final squeal, eyes pleadingly fixed on Andrews. His heart lurched in his chest and he cut the power.
It was the doctor's loud shout that drew his eyes away from the dead creature. The alpha was half-crawling and thrashing its way towards both of them, limbs tangled up in the uncovered netting and red eyes livid with rage.
"Hit the switch again, fool!" shouted Orrs as he tried to scramble over through thick bushes. Andrews was numb. The dead creature was still staring at him as if trusting Andrews to make everything better. It had trusted him, only to be used as bait for this red monster. Better? There was only one way to make things better. With a scream of his own, he heaved against the switch again.
Sparks flew as the alpha's sreaming began anew. Her body fell on the netting as she continued to thrash, trying to reach her tormentors. Her limbs began to convulse and blood trickled out of her mouth between her snapping teeth, eyes wide in pain and anger. Yet he kept the switch on, watching as the torrent of electrical power made her entire body shudder with pain, his gaze meeting hers in an understanding of sorts -- he felt entitled to do this, and she was stuck enduring it.
It was Orrs who finally pushed Andrews away and killed the power.
"IDIOT. Were you trying to kill her?!" the doctor spat in his face.
"Yes," whispered Andrews harshly, eyes fixated on the alpha and the small, lifeless creature with soulless eyes. Orrs said nothing for a moment. He soon came out of the pensive stupor and grabbed a case of syringes. Careful to approach from the alpha's backside as her body lay there twitching, squeaks of residual pain emanating from her throat, he raised a hand to plunge a needle into her.
"No! Stop! Please!" came a gentle cry of despair even as the needle drove home into the alpha's neck.
Standing in between some nearby trees was a white being with large blue eyes. Its body was covered in both fur and scales, and a pawlike hand was extended in a futile gesture. Eyes brimming with tears, it ran forward toward the alpha. Orrs grabbed another syringe of the heady sedative and threw it at the creature. With a heavy thudding sound of the needling imbedding itself into flesh, the creature gripped its stomach around the syringe and tumbled to the ground just short of the fully unconscious alpha and the doctor. It keened in pain and cried.
"You can't take her... she's unspoiled... my darling red... no..."
Orrs growled. "She's our specimen for experimentation... whomever you are." The creature stared hard and proud at Orrs.
"Tangelar," he moaned. "Red raptorada breeder of the Eydi." Orrs blinked and leaned forward, deciding this creature was no threat and eager to learn more. But Andrews came out of nowhere in the half-breath of time before the doctor could move, driving a scalpel into the Eydi's chestfur.
Crimson began to soak the white fur and scales as the Eydi fell over. He looked over at his beloved raptorada and then to Orrs even as Andrews scrambled backwards, almost afraid of what he'd just done. Tangelar shuddered, reaching towards his dear alpha and speaking to the doctor.
"Her name is... Ko'Terie... 'with compassion.' And... Itoku... 'lost.' Please... tell her... she's loved... she's special... I..." But the Eydi spoke no more then, and Orrs could only sigh as the large, blue eyes went dim. Andrews hurried forward, jumpy and nervous.
"Doctor... let's move the alpha now while she's out. We can scan the creature's brain for info while we wait for light to return... at least he's not simpering over this beast." Andrews had definitely snapped. He felt it inside himself. His love of living creatures had died with that small animal he'd killed. He had killed his own compassion, and it sickened him that this monster who was the cause of it had some ridiculous name that was supposed to mean that very thing. But lost... oh yes, she was going to be lost in a living hell, and he would make sure of that.
Not wanting to waste time, the two men bound up the raptorada in barb-lined metal restraints. They'd been watching her for weeks and knew what the alpha could do to them if she ever got loose. Some memory alteration would make her docile -- after extracting a good portion of data first. They wrapped up the Eydi and took him to their small ship with the bulk of their equipment once the alpha was secure in a dark holding cell.
Plugging a couple data-miners into the Eydi's nervous system resulted in a wealth of information. Upon discovering the Eydi had 'created' the raptorada and that the red subtype was their 'best,' the men poured themselves drinks and discussed their future experimentation, Andrews all the while planning to overdo every bit of it to make the abomination suffer. It wasn't a real creature anyway -- it had been made by others. It was no better than somebody's pet android built from spare parts.
The next appearance of light came, and they cast off, leaving the dead Eydi behind for his people to find. They'd extracted all they really needed anyway -- the alpha female was the prize. Back at Necronom VI, the pair waited until all was quiet to unload their cargo. Not wanting others to know of the raptorada, they stuck her small holding crate in a dead end corridor -- they'd truck her to the lab to experiment during the night and leave her heavily sedated all day.
But things went wrong. There was another specimen for experimentation that they were keeping in the lab. A big, brutish beast with horns, mangy fur and two rows of teeth. He looked like a minotaur gone mutant. He had been captured by the science team which had deemed him hostile, but he had thus far only exhibited rage when enduring pain. As they began their experiments with the raptorada, he howled constantly. Orrs wanted to sedate him, but Andrews insisted they should merely observe him. It pleased him deep down that this other stupid beast would get upset over the experiments, and that was worth the ear-splitting yowls.
Weeks passed. The raptorada was starting to fade now that they were implementing memory alteration after a few close-calls. After a multitude of tests (radiation resistance, electrical analysis, elemental affinities, antivirus capacities), they were finishing with toxin immunities. Some of their last tests were coming out with distorted data because the raptorada's DNA appeared to be mutating -- which the Eydi information had indicated would happen after time spent around humanoid beings. They'd need to dispose of her before she finished mutating so as not to spoil their data entirely.
It was just another night like the rest. The raptorada was bound tightly to a table, the barb-lined restraints digging into her bleeding, raw flesh as she thrashed. She knew they intended to kill her after tonight's test. Orrs held her tail still, and in response to one of her many shrieks Andrews drove a long needle into her spine. She screamed shrilly, surely rousing people -- people smart enough to avoid the lab when they started to hear these sounds at night.
"Quickly now -- scan her to see how fast her blood cells are reacting to that toxin," said Orrs. They'd discovered that raptorada DNA could dissolve many toxins in small doses and make them harmless, in addition to having some radiation resistance, susceptibility to electricity, moderate immunity to fire and a 50/50 chance of surviving most viral infections without treatment.
As Andrews moved, the watching beast howled from his cell. Scowling, Andrews lost his control and stalked over to the beast's cage. He grabbed a control on the nearby table and rotated the dial on it fully, making the collar on the beast pulse with waves of electrical charges. Howling louder than ever, the beast lunged forward -- breaking open his cell.
The end was quick. In a panic, Orrs ran. The beast's jaws closed around Andrews' neck with a splurch of blood and crunch of bone before dropping the body and taking Orrs down in the doorway with a pair of claws into his spinal column, ripping the flesh apart. The menaces dead, the beast hauled them off with a hungry chuckle.
Some time later, blood covering his maw, the beast returned to the lab and to the unconscious raptorada. He ripped the restraints right off the table and gently lifted her over an immense shoulder. A fellow hunter deserved all the respect he could give. She was not well, so he carried her down to Halo C, just outside the reactor. There he knew Mother and a number of the breeders would take care of her, seeing what he saw in her.
As he set the raptorada down, shouts and footsteps echoed down from the lab. He was tagged and they would know how to find him. Knowing he would never get to speak to the lovely raptorada, he gently stroked her scaley flank with a smile before heading up to Halo A, sure no one would want to look into the two scientists' files unless the raptorada went seeking it later on herself. He would lead the humanoids in a chase far away from her to give her time to recover without being found. He was confident she would find a way to co-exist with the station inhabitants -- they'd only ever considered him a monster, but he sensed a good quality about her which could be her salvation.
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SPECIES: Raptorada (red subtype)
GENDER: Female
GROUPS: Black Talon Pirates
PERSONALITY: Thoughtful, calculating, compassionate when possible, follows her gut instincts, protective of her crewmates even if she doesn't personally like them, loyal to a fault, hides her low self-esteem with making tasks for herself, feels she has something to prove because she's so 'different' from others.
LOYALTIES: Arachnia Fall, Freezy Ferraris, DylanFox Petrov
DISLIKES: Omega group, scientists in general, anyone who threatens the BTP and its crew
NATURAL ABILITIES:
1) Toxin nullification - Any amount of toxin measuring less than a pint can be neutralized with her blood. (Half pint if the blood is being removed from her to aid someone else.)
2) Radiation resistance - Exposure to intense radiation without residual effects: one hour. After an hour, normal radiation effects occur.
3) Susceptibility to electricity - Small static shocks can make her sleepy. Heavier shocks drain her strength. Intense shocks (as from malfunctioning electrical equipment or worse) are deadly without immediate treatment as her unstable DNA shuts itself down in reaction to the electrical current.
4) Fire immunity - Due to having 'engineered' skin, she is able to walk through fire unscathed. Prolonged exposure wears down this protection (about 20 minutes).
5) Antiviral properties - The ever-changing DNA in her system allows antibodies in her bloodstream to adapt on their own to fight against nearly any strain of virus. Without any added treatment, she has a 50% chance of surviving anything deadly. With treatment, survival rate increases to 90%.
[For more species information, see Alien information -- Raptorada listing or request a notecard.]
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CHARACTER HISTORY
[The following data found via logs written by Dr. Alleck Orrs and his assistant, Jack Andrews; logs make reference to a species file about Raptoradas and Eydi. Some smartass compiled the data in a compelling -- and scarily accurate -- way. Perhaps someone who was witness to it...]
Shadetime was fast approaching, and he wasn't sure he liked the idea of capturing the alpha female after the dark overtook the immense forest. But he was only a lab assistant -- Dr. Orrs made the decisions.
"Mr. Andrews... are you ready?" queried Dr. Orrs. He nodded quietly in reply. They had spent several hours laying down an electrical net beneath a layer of soil and foliage which covered thirty square feet in a small clearing among tall trees.
"Jack," murmured Dr. Orrs, setting a hand on his shoulder. "What's your problem?" Andrews sighed and gazed into the trees.
"She could tear us apart. What right do we have to take her like this?" Orrs frowned.
"Have you learned nothing, man?" the doctor scowled. "I took you with me on this trip because you seemed eager to learn about the species here. I needed that eagerness for us to bring back results before anyone else. Now you're going soft?"
Andrews didn't reply and instead set to work, obediently pulling a small rodent-like creature out of a bag. Its nose twitched and its large brown eyes looked up at the lab assistant curiously. Steeling himself, Andrews set the creature down on a wooden log. Holding the fuzzy being still, the creature he'd lured into captivity with a gentle voice and soft pets, he drew out a long scalpel. Breathing hard, knowing Orrs was watching him impatiently, he quickly raised the instrument and let it fall deep in the flesh of the creature's right haunch.
The thing squealed in pain, sending a flock of birds into flight in the trees above. He had to act quickly now. He gave a sharp twist of the blade, tearing the muscles apart until the leg was useless. He quickly repeated the deed on the creature's other leg, wanting to apologize to it but unable to under the watchful gaze of the doctor.
Stepping quickly, Andrews took the squealing, bleeding creature in hand and dropped it in the center of the area laid with netting. Hurrying, he and Orrs hid themselves downwind where they'd set up the switch and generator. The generator itself had been charged by their ship's engine over a span of three days, holding enough power to kill the alpha female if need be.
It wasn't long before they saw the alpha eying the clearing through a thick weave of ferns upwind of them, and she even seemed to carry herself with an air of suspicion. Long minutes passed, the dwindling light gleaming off of her muscled body and claws. As the dying animal began to make spluttering rasps, the alpha screeched, her graceful red head and neck emerging from the foliage. Cautiously turning her head in several directions, nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air, she silently crept out into the clearing, unknowingly treading upon her doom.
As she stood there, Andrews held his breath. That's when he noticed that shadetime was creeping across the forest floor, darkening the clearing, and the alpha was standing there, waiting. He realized too late that the alpha was far more intelligent than they'd given her credit for. As the shadetime overtook the forest, the temperature began to drop dramatically. Just a few minutes after the darkness began to settle, the electrical gear crackled. The alpha's head snapped up with a shriek as she backpedaled several paces.
"Throw the switch when I'm clear!" rushed Orrs to Andrews as he dashed out of hiding. She spotted him the moment he spoke, of course -- and the gleam in her eyes seemed to question herself about having not seen him sooner. With a roar, she paced closer. Her gaze was sizing up Orrs, who looked old and slow. Andrews panicked. Orrs was only six feet away from the alpha female now -- did he have a death wish?
That's when Orrs feinted and rolled off to one side with agility Andrews had never seen before. The alpha was surprised by this movement, but lunged in a heartbeat. As soon as Orrs was clear, Andrews heaved hard against the generator switch with all of his weight.
A shrill cry echoed through the trees as a wild, flurrying tangle of electrical currents arched over the planted netting. The alpha's body went rigid as the currents assailed her body, jaws open wide in agony. The small, wounded creature died with a final squeal, eyes pleadingly fixed on Andrews. His heart lurched in his chest and he cut the power.
It was the doctor's loud shout that drew his eyes away from the dead creature. The alpha was half-crawling and thrashing its way towards both of them, limbs tangled up in the uncovered netting and red eyes livid with rage.
"Hit the switch again, fool!" shouted Orrs as he tried to scramble over through thick bushes. Andrews was numb. The dead creature was still staring at him as if trusting Andrews to make everything better. It had trusted him, only to be used as bait for this red monster. Better? There was only one way to make things better. With a scream of his own, he heaved against the switch again.
Sparks flew as the alpha's sreaming began anew. Her body fell on the netting as she continued to thrash, trying to reach her tormentors. Her limbs began to convulse and blood trickled out of her mouth between her snapping teeth, eyes wide in pain and anger. Yet he kept the switch on, watching as the torrent of electrical power made her entire body shudder with pain, his gaze meeting hers in an understanding of sorts -- he felt entitled to do this, and she was stuck enduring it.
It was Orrs who finally pushed Andrews away and killed the power.
"IDIOT. Were you trying to kill her?!" the doctor spat in his face.
"Yes," whispered Andrews harshly, eyes fixated on the alpha and the small, lifeless creature with soulless eyes. Orrs said nothing for a moment. He soon came out of the pensive stupor and grabbed a case of syringes. Careful to approach from the alpha's backside as her body lay there twitching, squeaks of residual pain emanating from her throat, he raised a hand to plunge a needle into her.
"No! Stop! Please!" came a gentle cry of despair even as the needle drove home into the alpha's neck.
Standing in between some nearby trees was a white being with large blue eyes. Its body was covered in both fur and scales, and a pawlike hand was extended in a futile gesture. Eyes brimming with tears, it ran forward toward the alpha. Orrs grabbed another syringe of the heady sedative and threw it at the creature. With a heavy thudding sound of the needling imbedding itself into flesh, the creature gripped its stomach around the syringe and tumbled to the ground just short of the fully unconscious alpha and the doctor. It keened in pain and cried.
"You can't take her... she's unspoiled... my darling red... no..."
Orrs growled. "She's our specimen for experimentation... whomever you are." The creature stared hard and proud at Orrs.
"Tangelar," he moaned. "Red raptorada breeder of the Eydi." Orrs blinked and leaned forward, deciding this creature was no threat and eager to learn more. But Andrews came out of nowhere in the half-breath of time before the doctor could move, driving a scalpel into the Eydi's chestfur.
Crimson began to soak the white fur and scales as the Eydi fell over. He looked over at his beloved raptorada and then to Orrs even as Andrews scrambled backwards, almost afraid of what he'd just done. Tangelar shuddered, reaching towards his dear alpha and speaking to the doctor.
"Her name is... Ko'Terie... 'with compassion.' And... Itoku... 'lost.' Please... tell her... she's loved... she's special... I..." But the Eydi spoke no more then, and Orrs could only sigh as the large, blue eyes went dim. Andrews hurried forward, jumpy and nervous.
"Doctor... let's move the alpha now while she's out. We can scan the creature's brain for info while we wait for light to return... at least he's not simpering over this beast." Andrews had definitely snapped. He felt it inside himself. His love of living creatures had died with that small animal he'd killed. He had killed his own compassion, and it sickened him that this monster who was the cause of it had some ridiculous name that was supposed to mean that very thing. But lost... oh yes, she was going to be lost in a living hell, and he would make sure of that.
Not wanting to waste time, the two men bound up the raptorada in barb-lined metal restraints. They'd been watching her for weeks and knew what the alpha could do to them if she ever got loose. Some memory alteration would make her docile -- after extracting a good portion of data first. They wrapped up the Eydi and took him to their small ship with the bulk of their equipment once the alpha was secure in a dark holding cell.
Plugging a couple data-miners into the Eydi's nervous system resulted in a wealth of information. Upon discovering the Eydi had 'created' the raptorada and that the red subtype was their 'best,' the men poured themselves drinks and discussed their future experimentation, Andrews all the while planning to overdo every bit of it to make the abomination suffer. It wasn't a real creature anyway -- it had been made by others. It was no better than somebody's pet android built from spare parts.
The next appearance of light came, and they cast off, leaving the dead Eydi behind for his people to find. They'd extracted all they really needed anyway -- the alpha female was the prize. Back at Necronom VI, the pair waited until all was quiet to unload their cargo. Not wanting others to know of the raptorada, they stuck her small holding crate in a dead end corridor -- they'd truck her to the lab to experiment during the night and leave her heavily sedated all day.
But things went wrong. There was another specimen for experimentation that they were keeping in the lab. A big, brutish beast with horns, mangy fur and two rows of teeth. He looked like a minotaur gone mutant. He had been captured by the science team which had deemed him hostile, but he had thus far only exhibited rage when enduring pain. As they began their experiments with the raptorada, he howled constantly. Orrs wanted to sedate him, but Andrews insisted they should merely observe him. It pleased him deep down that this other stupid beast would get upset over the experiments, and that was worth the ear-splitting yowls.
Weeks passed. The raptorada was starting to fade now that they were implementing memory alteration after a few close-calls. After a multitude of tests (radiation resistance, electrical analysis, elemental affinities, antivirus capacities), they were finishing with toxin immunities. Some of their last tests were coming out with distorted data because the raptorada's DNA appeared to be mutating -- which the Eydi information had indicated would happen after time spent around humanoid beings. They'd need to dispose of her before she finished mutating so as not to spoil their data entirely.
It was just another night like the rest. The raptorada was bound tightly to a table, the barb-lined restraints digging into her bleeding, raw flesh as she thrashed. She knew they intended to kill her after tonight's test. Orrs held her tail still, and in response to one of her many shrieks Andrews drove a long needle into her spine. She screamed shrilly, surely rousing people -- people smart enough to avoid the lab when they started to hear these sounds at night.
"Quickly now -- scan her to see how fast her blood cells are reacting to that toxin," said Orrs. They'd discovered that raptorada DNA could dissolve many toxins in small doses and make them harmless, in addition to having some radiation resistance, susceptibility to electricity, moderate immunity to fire and a 50/50 chance of surviving most viral infections without treatment.
As Andrews moved, the watching beast howled from his cell. Scowling, Andrews lost his control and stalked over to the beast's cage. He grabbed a control on the nearby table and rotated the dial on it fully, making the collar on the beast pulse with waves of electrical charges. Howling louder than ever, the beast lunged forward -- breaking open his cell.
The end was quick. In a panic, Orrs ran. The beast's jaws closed around Andrews' neck with a splurch of blood and crunch of bone before dropping the body and taking Orrs down in the doorway with a pair of claws into his spinal column, ripping the flesh apart. The menaces dead, the beast hauled them off with a hungry chuckle.
Some time later, blood covering his maw, the beast returned to the lab and to the unconscious raptorada. He ripped the restraints right off the table and gently lifted her over an immense shoulder. A fellow hunter deserved all the respect he could give. She was not well, so he carried her down to Halo C, just outside the reactor. There he knew Mother and a number of the breeders would take care of her, seeing what he saw in her.
As he set the raptorada down, shouts and footsteps echoed down from the lab. He was tagged and they would know how to find him. Knowing he would never get to speak to the lovely raptorada, he gently stroked her scaley flank with a smile before heading up to Halo A, sure no one would want to look into the two scientists' files unless the raptorada went seeking it later on herself. He would lead the humanoids in a chase far away from her to give her time to recover without being found. He was confident she would find a way to co-exist with the station inhabitants -- they'd only ever considered him a monster, but he sensed a good quality about her which could be her salvation.
>>END FILE<<