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The Hunt. A Delta Squad and Yautja Tale. Chapter three
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Chapter one Chapter two Chapter four Chapter five Chapter six Chapter seven Chapter eight, finale
Notes: Please enjoy and let me know what you think!! Things are finally starting to pickup!!
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Death, Major death?? Alien technology, Delta squad humor, Horrible language, like so many cuss words, Alien dude, like a big sexy alien dude who’s an OC of mine, Violence, fighting, Planet I made, jungle stuff, suspension, multiple parts, Alien culture, clone culture, injury, major injury, Animal death, the Delta Boys are called ‘clones’ a lot and I am so sorry
*Dajhitt, second day, late afternoon*
The sun had begun to set by the time they got to the base, and it had begun to rain. It was pouring, making the humidity of the planet rise. The Delta’s weren’t affected by it though, their armor protecting them. The base was massive and surrounded by large jungle trees. The base had a large wall around its borders, and only one large gait that led to a muddy road. The commandos guessed it led to the nearest town, which was a red flag.
They approached one of the large walls, finding a massive tree beside it. The Delta’s quickly climbed up the tree, making their way to a branch that was a little bit above the wall. The thick branches holding them all easily. The width of one tree branch was easily five feet across, the treads on their thick boots keeping them secure on the wet wood.
It was a little high up for Sev’s taste, but he kept his complaints to himself.
Boss surveyed the base through binoculars, a grunt leaving him once he got his sights on something.
“They’re definitely building something here. Take a look at those warehouses.” Boss muttered, handing the binoculars over to Fixer. Fixer nodded in agreement once he looked.
“We should report in, tell Triple Zero what we’ve seen. Then come back tomorrow and check out what's exactly inside of those warehouses.” Boss spoke up again, looking at his brothers. They all nodded in agreement besides Sev.
Boss looked at Sev, he was about to say something until he noticed his brother was distracted. Sev’s attention was locked onto the tree beside them, his posture rigid. Boss noticed his tense form and it set off alarm bells in his head. Sev sees something, something unnerving.
The other Delta’s followed Sev’s gaze onto a branch. The thin branch seemed to bow with an invisible weight, the area above it almost seeming warped in their vision. Fixer blew out a quiet breath, switching his stance.
Something was watching them. Something big, invisible, and very dangerous.
Fixer had an idea of what it was too. He quickly spoke through the comms, he had an idea of how to throw the beast off guard.
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R’tka watched the men from his perch in a large tree. They made him quite curious. What did they want with the base? He knew they were enemies with the comically weak robots, but that didn’t clear anything up.
He clicked to himself and shook his rain soaked tresses(dreads) over his shoulder. R’tka switched helmet views when one of them looked at him. It was the one with the deeper voice and the most scars, he had a hand print like pattern on the face of his helmet.
R’tka could not see the color of the pattern, but he assumed it was the color of human blood. He didn’t know why he assumed that, but it was hunch. It didn’t drip off with the pouring rain, so it wasn’t blood. Just paint then……Curious.
They all gazed in his direction suddenly, shifting their stances. Perhaps they knew? He shook his head in doubt, then they spoke.
“Somethings watching us Boss.”
“No shit Sev. We’re in a jungle full of animals.”
“This isn’t an animal.”
R’tka chuckled to himself. This one was smart. Perhaps he’d kill him first……The thought caused R’tka to chitter to himself in excitement. But he kept still, watching their minor body movements closely. His small eyes suddenly widened, they can switch HUDS in their helmets like he can. Perhaps they can see his heat signature, or even the pheromoans he releases.
“There’s nothing there Sev. Relax.” The cheerful sounding one quipped, punching the other on the shoulder. The one with the handprint on his face stared at the tree for a bit longer before finally looking away. R’tka released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
R’tka chuckled to himself at them. Humans were stupid. He knew he shouldn’t get cocky, but it was difficult when they made his job almost too easy.
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Fixer was the first one to speak, only through the comms so the creature wouldn’t hear them. “Shit……..The old man was right. When he said hunters I thought he meant humans or trandoshans! Not that…”
Sev bristled, “What exactly is THAT Fixer? You’re the one who does the research after all. You said it’s intelligent too, that's why we threw it off acting like only I saw it.” Fixer sighed at Sev’s words, looking at his three brothers, his posture tense.
Boss knew they should be focused on the giant military base in front of them. But this matter was far too important. They had felt like they’d been followed since they landed here, feeling like eyes were locked on them at all times.
They had all seen it too. The odd movements in the tree, the way the light in some places seemed to bend and warp.The rain made it all the more visible. It was all so weird, and it unnerved the Delta’s. Something had been following them, stalking them and learning their movements.
A Hunter. A Predator.
After a few seconds of tense silence, Fixer finally spoke. “I believe it’s a Yautja. You know……A Predator.” Scorch busted out laughing at his words.
“No way Fixer. There’s no way in hell one of the most dangerous things in the universe wants us. I mean we’re Republic Commandos! Why-……OH! Oh shit.” Scorch finally realized why they were being stalked by this ancient warrior. They were ideal prey. Very ideal prey. A perfect hunt.
Sev punched Scorch on the shoulder, mumbling for him to shut up. Scorch decided to listen to him for once, his mouth closing with a click of his teeth. Boss ignored their antics, putting his hand on Fixer’s tense shoulder.
“Anyway to bring ‘em down?” Fixer nodded at Boss’s words. They’d have to outsmart one of the most intelligent creatures in the universe, its warrior skills far better than theirs. Hell, it probably had centuries more experience than them.
“I have a few ideas…..” Fixer muttered, Boss nodding at his words.
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The clone soldiers sat in silence for a while, all of them staring at the base. Perhaps they were thinking? R’tka bristled slightly, he didn’t like this. Silence was unusual for them. They seemed to have a silent conversation, gripping each other's shoulders and nodding heads. He did not like this at all.
Finally one spoke, the one who he guessed was the leader by the way he held himself and spoke. “We should find a place to rest for the night, then come back here tomorrow night. Besides, we need to report on what we have learned so far……Then tomorrow we can find out what's in those warehouses and what exactly they’re building.”
The others nodded at his words, following the leader down as he climbed down the trunk of the tree with ease. These men were well trained, surprising him more and more as time went on.
He shook the rain from his tresses and hopped onto a branch, following the clones from the tree line as they backtracked a ways. He assumed they’d find a place and set up camp, resting for the night and perhaps the day tomorrow.
During this time he’d return to his ship and rest himself.
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*Early night, Dajhitt*
The Delta’s found a place for the camp by the time the moon of Dajhitt was nearly fully in the sky. The camp was in a tiny clearing between the massive trees in the jungle, a place where the Delta’s could look up and see the stars and twin moons of Dajhitt peeking through thick storm clouds.
A perfect place to ambush the Yautja that was hunting them.
“What do you have in mind, Fixer?” Boss muttered, his eyes on the tree line. He didn’t see any minor bends of light, nor any brushes of leaves. The animals were louder than earlier as well. Perhaps the beast had left them to go rest?
Fixer blew out a breath, his eyes on the purple sky. “........Alright here's the plan, boys.”
The night was filled with plotting and long discussions about the complex alien warrior that hunted them.
The Yautja would be in for one big surprise.
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The Hunt. A Delta Squad and a Yautja Tale. Chapter Two
Summary and chapter notes
Chapter one Chapter three Chapter four Chapter five Chapter six Chapter seven Chapter eight, finale
Notes: Let me know what you guys think please! Also this chapter is a bit shorter than the future ones! I just had to set up some things and cause tension ;)
(if you guys like this enough I may start posting it twice a week! Please let me know what you think!!)
Also, like with Jungle Moved, none of these gifs are mine and each chapter will have one! Will some be foreshadowing?? Who knows ;)
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Death, Major death?? Alien technology, Delta squad humor, Horrible language, like so many cuss words, Alien dude, like a big sexy alien dude who’s an OC of mine, Violence, fighting, Planet I made, jungle stuff, suspension, multiple parts, Alien culture, clone culture, injury, major injury, Animal death, the Delta Boys are called ‘clones’ a lot and I am so sorry
*Dajhitt, the next morning*
R’tka watched the four armored men eat and prepare themselves at dawn. They ate these weird cubes and sticks that looked kind of like bread, and they hardly had a smell. He cocked his head watching them. R’tka had no idea how these men got as large as they did eating these odd cubes. He’d have to take some and see what they were made out of, maybe they were some sort of protein sticks?
R’tka was so curious about these odd humans. He noticed all of their faces were the same, and their armor seemed similar to the new armored human soldiers he had been seeing all over the galaxy recently. But this armor was bulkier, and seemed stronger, it was even painted. They also had better weapons than the other soldiers he had seen.
The Yatuja Warrior did some research on his wrist computer while they had slept, learning that they were elite clone trooper warriors. Also known as “Republic Commandos.” R’tka chittered to himself in excitement at what he learned. Their armored bodies would look good stuffed and adoring his home back on Yautja Prime.
He would of course keep their armor on, their faces and bodies were too identical for his liking. R’tka could not imagine looking identical to anyone. His armor and helmet was unique, as were his trinkets and weapons. Same thing with the piercings that adored his bottom tusks and left brow ridge. Even the rings on his dreads, many made of bone or metal.
These clones all had normal faces for humans, with only a few differences here and there. One had more scars than he felt like counting. Another with a burn scar on his face, but it was mild. They each had different hair styles but they were still identical.
Even their skin was identical, minus a few scars. These poor humans, how ever did they ever feel individual? How did they ever attract the attention of a mate? How did these identical, but perfect, clone soldiers work?
R’tka’s skin color is what made him even more unique in his kind. He was a dark mud brown color, his stomach and face a lighter shade of brown.The light brown mixing with the darker color along his arms and legs. Within the brown dark jungle green stripes ran in patterns along his skin, similar to his brother who had red. His younger brother was currently on some planet known as Coruscant, hunting in the city. Apparently his new nickname was City Hunter. A stupid name in R’tka’s opinion.
Even his build was different from others. He was a tall Yautja, ranging over eight feet tall. R’tka was built like stone, his muscles perfectly carved against his scale like skin. He was built more lean than many, his body built better for running and leaping than lifting and throwing. He was still very strong though, just not as strong as the stalkier of his kind.
His arms and legs were thick, perfect for leaping and bounding. R’tka could run for miles, squat for hours,and hang by his arms for even longer. He was a perfect male to many, especially to the females of his kind. His mate agreed, defending their tie often.
His skin was covered in scars. Many from battles, hunts, mating, and so much more. Each one had a story, some definitely spicier than others. R’tka was proud of each scar, each one stretched across his rippling muscles. His favorite was a large five pointed claw mark that ran from his left pectoral down his abs and stopped at his waist line. It was from his mate back when they first met.
As that human once told R’tka many moons ago, he was built like a “Shit brick house.” Whatever the hell that meant to those odd creatures. He felt like it was true though. The Yatuja kind was only built of muscle, and the older they got the better they got. They’re muscles grew as they learned to be better warriors, their stamina growing as well. Elders, and older Yautja like himself were not to be messed with.
R’tka shook his head from these thoughts, getting back into hunting mode.
This hunt would be a story to tell his clan and many children! He could not wait.
The heads of three battle droids sat in a bag that rested against his muscular thigh. The odd talking robots wandered the forest near their large base, armed and shooting any animal they came across. It was unjust and against his people's beliefs to kill without a reason, so he brought down every single one he saw.
They were hardly worth his time, their skinny metal bodies snapping like twigs under his massive grip. They could not even feed him, but they kept him entertained at least.
A war was going on in this galaxy, but R’tka could not possibly care less. All that mattered to him was this hunt. He was supposed to bring home the pelt and skull of a large gray and tan spotted jungle cat for his mate. She loved their pelts, especially as blankets. R’tka supposed she would not be too upset if he brought her home four armored warrior carcasses instead.
R’tka was an older Yautja, and one of the best warriors in his clan. He had many children, but even more trophies. He was fit for better hunts than the one he was on now, but he did this one once a rotation.
It was like a vacation to the gray and black dreaded Yautja. The hunt relaxed him as he picked out the perfect beast to bring home to his mate of many moons. Now, thanks to these clone warriors, it was no longer a vacation. It would be a game. A real hunt, a challenging hunt.
R’tka could not wait.
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Boss led the way through the mud and underbrush of the jungle floor. The humidity of Dajhitt caused him to sweat even through the cooling of his armor. He knew his brothers felt the same by their grunts and curses every now and then.
It would be a long few weeks indeed. They couldn’t get to this damned base soon enough in his opinion.
“Fuck theres so much life on this planet.” Sev finally shouted in frustration through the comms, “I feel like I’m being watched at all times. Plus this jungle makes too much goddamned noise.” The other Delta’s agreed through the comms, the outside world hearing nothing from them.
They should relax, they know it's just some wild animals watching them, but deep down they all felt like that thought was incorrect. No one brought up the hunters, not wanting to seem like idiots for believing the smelly pilot. They had a hard time getting the thought out of their brain though.
Speaking of animals, they had hardly seen any at all. They’ve heard them, but that was really it. Something bad was going on to keep the animals so skittish, and that worried the Delta’s greatly. Not even droids should keep wildlife like this.
Usually on jungle planets they were scaring animals off every few minutes, so this was beyond unusual. And that scared the commandos deep down.
Little did they know that the large Yautja that followed them, watching them from the trees, was the one to scare off the animals. He let his scent out, not hiding it like he would usually do on a hunt. The scent of a Yautja on the hunt scared off animals easily, and luckily humans could not smell Yautja unless they were merely a few feet apart.
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After about two miles out of the seven of their trek stopped short at a pile of dead battle droids. They appeared to have been ripped apart. It made them all bristle, but no one spoke up about it.
“There’s no teeth marks.” Boss muttered, kicking at the torso of one. “Only some claw marks. What on this planet could have done something like this?” Boss’s accented voice almost seemed loud against the eerie silence of the jungle.
Fixer could only shrug when his three brothers glanced his way. Fixer kneeled beside one of the droids, “I wish I knew……perhaps something undiscovered?” He glanced around them, looking into the canopy of the trees around them.
Nerves began to rise at the find, perhaps the crazy old pilot had been right? Maybe there was something very dangerous in this jungle, and it wasn’t just some wild animal.
“Three are missing their heads Boss.” Sev’s gruff voice spoke up, Boss could feel his cold stare through his visor. They were thinking the same thing. Boss cursed under his breath, kicking the body of a droid.
“It takes trophies. Perhaps the crazy smelly bastard was right.” Scorch spoke up this time, crossing his muscled arms.
Boss ignored him, pretending he was too busy examining the headless battle droid pinned to a tree by an odd metal net to hear him. He left the net there, walking back over to the group.
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Warnings: anal fingering, eating out Sev’s ass, slightly submissive Sev, slightly dominate reader, first time at getting pegged, pegging, Sev being stubborn, some fluffy aftercare, Sev growls like a wild animal btw, this is long like Sev’s cock, reblog or I’ll cry,
Sev had just gotten home from a long mission, and he was currently in the shower. You decided to surprise him, so you two could shower together. You were more than surprised when you opened the curtain.
Sev had his forehead resting against the shower wall, one hand wrapped tight around his cock and the other knuckle deep in his tight hole. The sight made your cunt clench tightly, wetness coating your folds quickly.
“Need some help big guy?” You spoke, your voice sensual. Sev looked at you, too focused on pleasure to be embarrassed. He let go of his cock to steady himself under the shower spray, “Yes.” He whispered, a predatory look in his dark eyes.
You stepped in behind him, your cunt fluttering at the sight of him removing two fingers from his hole. Sev steadied himself on the wall with both hands now. You grabbed the bottle of lube, quickly spreading some on your fingers.
Sev gasped when you pushed a finger in, his walls tight. “Why didn’t you tell me you were into this?” You nearly purred, pressing hot open mouthed kisses along his scarred shoulders. It was rare for Sev to be so submissive, but he was clearly too tired and horny to care who was in charge.
“I-I” He couldn’t even get the words out, your finger thrusting into him slowly. You added another, Sev taking you perfectly. He had clearly fucked himself a few times in the past. He moaned loudly, his jaw clenched. You hummed a bit at his moans, your tongue tracing a scar on his right shoulder.
He never liked being vocal, but clearly with anal he was in too much pleasure to care. Sev moved a hand to his cock again, pumping it in time with your fingers. “Fuck.” He muttered as you scissored your fingers.
“You like this a lot, don’t you baby?” You leaned forward, licking the shell of his ear. Sev sneered a little, letting out a breathy growl. “Yes.” You smirked, “After I stretch your ass good and tight why don’t we try some pegging?” Sev clenched around your fingers, he obviously liked that idea.
You smirked and went back to marking up his shoulders. He had to move his hands away from his cock so he could balance on the wall with both hands. His thighs were very shaky, so he needed the extra balance. You leaned forward and turned off the shower, Sev not questioning it.
You picked up the pace with your fingers, dipping your head so you could kiss lower on his back. Suddenly you got an idea. How would Sev react to being eaten out? You smirked to yourself as you kneeled.
“What are you doing?” He questioned, his voice cracking slightly. “You’ll see. Just relax.” Sev had eaten you out multiple times, so he should connect the dots pretty soon.
A beautiful whimper you had never heard from him ripped from his throat when you removed your fingers. You ran your hands along his hip bones to his perfect ass, spreading his cheeks a little. Sev shivered at your touch, his hole fluttering.
Sev cussed in about four different languages when you ran your tongue along his hole. You smirked, your tongue tracing him slowly. Sev made fists against the wall, his breathing aggressive.
You couldn’t see the look on his handsome face, but his breathing and noises said enough. He had clearly never been eaten out before, flinching every now and then from pure surprise. You rested your hands on his muscular ass, squeezing it as your mouth worked.
Sev panted out your name, his head resting against the cool shower wall. His hole clenched around your tongue as he came hard, his legs shaking. You steadied him, small curse words leaving his lips. You stood up and hugged him from behind, reaching around to turn the shower back on.
Sev turned around, pulling you into a fierce kiss. Both of you knew this night would be long and very eventful.
~More fucking and some time later~
Now you were both on the bed, Sev below you on his back, his legs spread wide. You sat between his legs, mesmerized by how hot Sev looked like this. There was a pleased smirk on his face, his tongue licking his teeth like a predator.
He was all spread out, his body twitchy and his hair still wet. His muscular thighs twitched along with his strong stomach muscles. He was obviously sensitive and still worked up, his cock hard. The scars that littered his muscular body made you nearly drool. Later you’d have to trace them all with your tongue.
You stroked some scars on his thighs, “Sev baby you need to relax.” You whisper in a sensual voice. He was stretched out nicely from the shower, but he’d have to relax more to take the strap you owned. It wasn’t as big as his cock, so it wasn’t huge. He could take it.
If he relaxed, that is.
He sneered a little. He did not like being the submissive one. You put on the strap, Sev watching you. “Bright pink?” He cocked an eyebrow, his voice breathy. “Oh hush. If you like this i’ll buy you a red one to match your armor.” Sev smirked, leaning up some so you could press a kiss to his lips.
You pushed him back down after the kiss, your heart rate picking up a lot as well. Once you rubbed lube onto the toy you spread his thighs some more, one hand settling on his hip. You used the other to guide the head of the toy into him.
“Relax big guy.” You mumbled, slowly pushing in. Sev bared his teeth, the stretch burning a little. He snarled, the toy not even halfway in. “I’ll touch your big cock once you take all of this.” Sev growled at you. He played the same teasing games with you. You could be just as cruel as him.
It took a lot of cussing from him, but eventually he took all of it. You looked at the stretch, your cunt clenching. Fuck it was hot. You wrapped your free hand around his thick cock, pumping it slowly in time with your thrusts.
Sev threw his head back, his thighs quaking. Sev opened his eyes that were squeezed shut, looking at you with that sexy predatory look again. You smirked, picking up the pace some. His jaw was clenched tightly, watching as you fucked into him.
He had never looked hotter than he did right then, his arms behind his head. His left arm was supporting his head so he could watch you, his right gripping the bed sheets in a tight fist above his head. His muscles bulged as his body strained, his scars pulled taut along his dark skin. His cock was hard against his stomach, the head leaking some. His ass was stretched, taking the bright pink toy like a champ. You could nearly cum from the sight alone.
You gripped his hip tighter so you could hit deeper into him. When you to first had sex it didn’t take Sev long to find that special spot deep inside of you. You wanted to do the same for him. You angled your hips a different way, watching his handsome face and sexy body for reactions.
He nearly cried out at a certain angle, you had found it! You smirked at him, Sev still looking at you like a predator. He was going to teach you a lesson about not letting him be in charge later, the thought making you even wetter.
You moved quicker, Sev’s cock twitching in your hand. He was approaching his peak rather quickly, still sensitive from earlier. “That’s it big guy.” You ran the pad of your thumb along his sensitive head, a loud moan ripping from his throat.
A few more hard and deep thrusts brought him to his peak. He bit his fist to keep from crying out. He coated his stomach and chest in his load, the sight making you shiver. You helped him ride out his orgasm, only stopping when he let out a soft whimper from overstimulation.
You pulled out, removing the strap on from yourself. You went to get up but Sev stopped you with a hand on your arm. He sat up, blinking rapidly. He was clearly seeing stars from his amazing orgasm.
“I’ll get the damp rag.” You snorted, “Sev honey, you need to lay down and relax. Your legs probably won’t work.” He shook his head, “No no….I’m fine.” You raised your eyebrows, watching the stubborn commando stand up.
He gripped the bed to support his shaking legs, “S-see?” You shook your head, letting him take the toy to the bathroom so you could clean it later. He walked slowly, his legs making him look like a newborn animal trying to walk.
He came back a bit later, handing you the damp and warm towel. “Stubborn ass.” Sev only yawned in reply, collapsing onto the bed. He laid against the pillows, watching you shake your head smiling.
You cleaned the cum off of him, his cock twitching when you cleaned it up. When you gently cleaned his hole he whined, flinching a little. “Easy...I got you, big guy.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to a scar on his stomach.
“I’m going to get you back for this.” He mumbled drowsily. You tossed the rag off the bed and crawled up beside him. “And I can’t wait.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, Sev already half asleep.
