[ ripley ] sender helps receiver patch up a wound // not saying he’d blood her for killing a xeno but he’d definitely blood her if he’s allowed .
ripley regards @honorkills with a steady eye. it adequately veils the panic that still settles over her, chest heaving in deep lungfuls of air, partially from the adrenaline that still runs its course through her veins. one of those — things — sits just a little way away from her feet. its blood eats into the metal below; perhaps explaining her initial, flinching reaction to the blood of this other — … much ( surprisingly ) friendlier thing.
“ who are you? ” she finally blurts out, voice more incredulous than hostile, half-way impressed, delirious, a mix of battle drunk & blood loss. previously the thrumming of the ship had been the only audible sound. other than ripley’s ragged breathing of course. bastard had clawed her clean across the midsection, torn through her armour, arguably she should be dead by now, but dumb luck and whatever is happening here ( as she regards it, him, foggily, gun still pressed against his abdomen, but finger lax from the trigger, arm slowly lowering all the while ) seems to be saving her ass.
wary reaction aside, she lets him — lets him help. she can’t quite believe it. trains a suspicious gaze on him. rigidly. but allows it. maybe she’s dead already. no. i’m gonna die at a ripe old age surrounded by food and friends and family — this fuckin’ galaxy owes me that much, and i’ll claw my way through any wounds i gotta to get there … with this guys help apparently. “ you speak? ” a pause. her right hand lifts, sodden with her own blood, and signs: ‘ speak? ‘ another beat passes. ‘ name? ‘
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐧 trailing the outer rims of space . a relic , DEVOID OF LIFE , left adrift betwixt absent stars & cast upon a shroud of mystique . while all appeared deserted & aphotic to the beasts peripheral , ships sensors 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 otherwise , awoken from a deep slumber before falling 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 once more . life signs report minimal aside from the lone ship docked at one of the multitude of escape pods littering the ship . CURIOSITY HIDES NO BOUNDS , burying deep beneath the skin & refusing to relent . 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 , the ship laboriously manoeuvres opposite the other vessel .
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 , creatures of the night & cowards to a hunter’s belief . this time however , AGONY LACED THEIR TORTURED SQUELS , perplexing yet engrossing all the same in the eyes of the beast . following pained shrieks , his curiosity leads him to an open door which could only be considered the stations 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚋 , though , it was hard to tell any more . poised at door’s edge , a corpselike silence fresh upon condensed air . two bodies laying seemingly motionless , 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 / / without warning , wrist blades extend instinctively , puncturing the creatures dome in one swift motion ; however , even with rapid reflexes the beast is 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 to size . TAKEN TO A KNEE , heavy hands trailing his 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 as digits 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 themselves green .
he’d live .... 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 .... it’s a struggle but he manages to find solid footing once more . stumbling upon
𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 , barely making a few feet before pain takes over . willed only by adrenaline & the desire to not make this place his 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛 .
the beast stands atop the 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫 ( barely conscious it appeared ) , taking a knee at her side , a show of both 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 as well as for his own sake . his hand faintly pressed against her stomach while the other played with his belt & returning with his 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙 in hand . hesitancy plays on his mind as weaponry coats his chest with lead lining before ultimately opening the equipment . his helm slides atilt to her words / NAME / while it’s considered his eyes linger upon fractured wood before forcibly placing it into her mouth . 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 . ❝ CALM .... REST ... ❞ he signs instead , rescuing a syringe from his comp before thrusting it in to her abdomen & 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 .
cupping a bowl in one hand & powder in the other before emptying the sachet within . he 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 the human a 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 as he reaches for his equipment , grasping a spatula-like instrument . the beast stirs at the contents as it quickly turns into a 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝 . ❝ CALM .... ❞ he reassures again , adhering thick clumps to the spatula before scraping it evenly over the wound . 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐱 , not a permanent one , 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 .
