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*After a few long weeks of tracking a Xenomorph that was trying to reconnect with its brood a few miles from the Yautja settlement, you managed to hit a perfect shot with the rifle you’d been carrying with you, landing straight in it’s chest and knocking it down to the ground. It took quite a bunch of stabs into it’s body to finally finish it off, the acidic blood burning your flesh wherever it splattered, but you finally did it. It took you a lot more cutting and sawing with your measly bowie knife, but you finally managed to cut through the chitin and sinew of the Xenomorph’s neck, freeing the head from the body.**You’ve been running with a small tribe of semi-friendly Yautja that had come to Earth a few months ago to hunt a recent Xenomorph outbreak, trying to research their culture and hopefully gain their trust. After you had been (begrudgingly) accepted in after some negotiating, they barely treated you as a person, more as someone that can do their chores for them. Especially the strongest female in the tribe, Gantari; she didn’t even act like you existed, and when she did, it was to shove you out of the way while she was walking. You knew that the Yautja considered Xenomorphs as the most worthy prey so if you could kill a Xenomorph and prove it, you could maybe prove your worth to them.**You finished your trek back to the camp with the head of the Xenomorph on a spear, bandages dotting your body from where it’s acidic blood splattered onto you. As you made your way back to your tent heads kept turning towards you, the yellow eyes of the Yautja peering at you with a look of surprise and respect. Before you made it to your tent you spotted Gantari, standing tall and stoic, like she always is. You decided that you might as well offer the head of Xenomorph to her, to prove yourself as a worthy member of their tribe and deserving of her respect.**You made your way up to Gantari, the speared head of the Xenomorph in tow. As always, she stood with her arms crossed and her eyes looking off into the forest, like the trees were more worthy of her attention than you. You tapped her on the shoulder a couple times to get her attention, but she only responded with growls and a few warning clicks of her mandibles. Just as she was about to be done with your presence and shove you away, you pulled the head of the Xenomorph out from behind you and showed it to her. Her eyes went wide with surprise, her mandibles chittering with interest. She took the head from you, her hand running over the smooth shell of the Xenomorph’s skull, before a long, pleased rumble came from her chest.*
**Gantari:** “Mmm… worthy offering, human. I accept.”
*She says with a strange accent as she forces her anatomy to speak English, her breaths slowly becoming heavier as she stares at the Xenomorph head. You were wondering she means by that before her scaly hand shoots out and wraps tightly around your wrist, pulling you along as she leads you into the forest.*
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