Xai'an waited until his mate was peacefully asleep before he had the IV tubes inserted into her arms through the thin material. She didn't so much as twitch. A few more clicks in the keypad opened up a funnel for him. Taking a clean dagger, he sliced his palm open deep so his blood would flow freely into the funnel.

The pod accepted it and channeled it into her through the IV's. He watched the fluorescent green through the clear tubes and within seconds he could see her skin starting to heal itself. The bruises on her thighs were fading and through the pods bio scan, he could see her bones slowly repairing to their proper structures.

"How is she?" Baaul asked from the recovery room frame. He was leaned up against it, arms crossed.

"Safe. That's all that matters. Her healing over their torture will not take long but ooman bodies can only handle so much. She will need to sleep through the changes." Xai'an explained as he looked back down at her through the window. He liked the way her lashes brushed her cheeks.

"The ooman facility is gone as we planned. Anak sent word that he approved of our methods. However, there is another ooman facility that seems to be the center of their data on our species. We are to wait for reinforcements and then we are to infiltrate to make sure there are no other locations. Until we are positive that every piece of Yautja information is gone, we are to remain in Earth's orbit." Baaul snarled. He was even less happy about that order than Xai'an was. Xai'an wanted nothing more than to take his mate home before Anak and keep her safe there.

"What is their estimated time of arrival?" Xai'an asked as he turned to follow Baaul back to the control room.

"If I had to guess, I'd say 24 ooman hours. How long will it take to infiltrate the ooman facilities if it is more than the one? That I could not guess. I have already started to make our way to your ship so you may take your female there." Baaul said just as they rounded the Earth's moon. He could see out of the small navigation window. There it was.

Xai'an's ship was easily three times the size of Baaul's. It was sleeker which would make for faster travel times and his cannons folded into the ship which made it harder for them to be targeted or knocked off. His ship also had a forcefield that protected against attacks.

"I need to do a few things on Earth to prepare for her. While she slumbers in your recovery pod, I shall do that." Xai'an turned to the smaller Yautja. "For this aid in my hunt for my mate, I shall honor you with any aid you need on future hunts should I be available."

Baaul's surprise was evident. It was rare for an Elite to offer aid to a less decorated hunter. Of course it was expected for the lower ranks to risk their lives to aid Elites because that was a sure way to rise your status. For Xai'an to offer his aid was a great honor even considering his blood lineage.

Baaul finally nodded and pumped his chest with his fist. "I accept your offer, Xai'an of my clan, Enforcer of our leader Anak."

Xai'an returned the motion and turned to make his way down to the docking area. While Z slept, he would make his way back to Earth to collect her belongings. He knew oomans were sentimental about their possessions and she would be comforted to have things she was familiar with once they returned to Yautja Prime.

The difference between his ship's interior and Baaul's was a drastic difference. Where his ship was made of a golden metal that was heavy and dense, Xai'an's was a lightweight black metal that was vertically indestructible. His walls also had their language etched into the walls, the names of his brothers, their offspring, their females, etc. He stopped paying attention to them ages ago.

Before going to his control room, he stopped by his armory room. He would need to replace his dirty weapons while they decontaminated inside the cleansing unit. He waved his hand over the wall which opened the doors to his vast collection.

The first thing he did was exchange his plasma cannon. The one on his shoulder was close to being depleted and it would need to be recharged. Though he preferred his altered cannon, he knew it was better to have a fully charged standard cannon than nothing.

Next he replaced the shuriken he gave his mate as well as the whip. If it got too bloody it wouldn't move properly. Though the one he replaced it with was just a typical flogger. After his daggers were replaced he traded the spear for two massive blades that could be fused together to form one massive shuriken or used on their own with the detachable handles.

After a quick wipe down of his armor and mask, he went to his control center. His original plan had been to go to his mate's apartment, but then he remembered how he wanted to get his mate a nest of soft material for their bed. He didn't need such things, but he wanted her to be comfortable.

Xai'an ran his claws over his coordinator to find the closest ooman city still cloaked under darkness. He knew that he would have to enter one of their shops. Mainly because he didn't want to take some random oomans things and bring their scent home. No, he wanted it to be hers and his.

Satisfied with his choice he set his ship in motion. Because his was far more advanced, he made the distance much faster. What would have taken Baaul's ship half am ooman hour took him less than ten. With it cloaked, he easily entered the Earth's atmosphere, bypassing all ooman sonar devices.

The ooman shop he chose was a massive structure with multiple floors and glass walls, so entering wasn't hard. He simply lowered his ship to one of the windows and used his dematerializer to allow him to pass through the glass.

Looking around for a moment before he saw an ooman sign for "BEDDING" and followed it. Here he found multiple options. Well...multiple may have been too tame a word for it. There was a whole wall of options, all color coordinated.

He tore into a few of them until he found one that seemed suitable enough for her. Then he remembered when she went through those metal containers for clothes. She passed on all the bright colors, prefering to stick with the darker or neutral colors. So he made sure to grab as many of those as he could.

His hunt for her had him making a few trips back and forth. He had several kinds of 'comforters' which seemed to be thicker versions of 'throws' which he also got. The 'pillows' were a bit challenging because there were so many different sizes and eventually just ended up gathering a few of each. His bed was much larger than he needed and would easily accommodate it all. Then lastly, he gathered a few soft replicas of felines. He chose them because his mate hadn't seemed to be favorable of the canine in her mother's home.

Satisfied with his hunt he went back to his ship, deactivated the dematerializer to make the glass solid again and set his autopilot to his mates home back in her city. It would only take a few minutes to get there so he went about setting up the various items for her.

His bedroom rarely got any use, choosing to slumber in his captains chair most of the time, he almost forgot what it even looked like. The bed was larger than even the largest ooman variation and normally was a simple leather mattress in the black gloss frame in the corner of the room.

He knew that she would sleep on the side closest to the wall. If any Yautja were aboard his ship with them at any given time, they would have to get past him first if they plotted anything insidious with her. Though she had more than proven that she was a capable huntress herself, he'd make sure to always put himself before her and danger.

His mind went back to the moment where he helped her sink the blade into the ooman male that hurt her. The feeling of their hands together as they killed him made his blood pump with a rush he had never felt before. It thrilled him to kill with her and he would like very much to do it again with her.

When he was finished with arranging her spread, similar to how she had hers set up at her mothers home, he went back to his control center just as a live message request came from Anak.

He accepted it without hesitation. His father was a large Yautja by normal standards, standing at 8 ooman feet with green and yellow coloring. Anak's mask was characteristic with the six claw marks going from top to bottom. A prideful boast of his hunt with the Kiande Amedha. He was a fierce warrior and even better leader. He respected the elder something fierce.

Xai'an fisted his pectoral hard enough to made a sound, a sign of utter respect among their species. "Anak. I've been waiting anxiously to hear from you."

"Surely Baaul informed you of my intentions for the oomans?" He responded, cocking his head to the side.

"He did. Though I am surprised that you did not directly send the message to me." He admitted. When it was just the two of them conversing, he and his father were close as if he had actually sired him. Xai'an knew that Anak took great pride in his choice to keep him and his gamble of raising the fiercest warrior paid off. Xai'an was felt gratitude that someone treated him with the respect he deserved.

"I figured you would be preoccupied with your ooman mate." He countered. This did surprise Xai'an. He hadn't told his father that he had taken an ooman mate yet. Though he wouldn't dare question how he'd know. It wasn't his place. "When can I expect your offspring?"

"Not until I get the device preventing her from conceiving removed. It is a bothersome invention which prevents even my seed from reaching her womb. I wish to have the scientists examine her since she claims her fertile time is painful for her. She was injured during her time at the ooman facility so she is currently recovering." Xai'an crossed his arms over his chest and tried not to snarl in anger over the memory.

"The ones who hurt her paid dearly, I assume?" Anak mused.

"She demanded to be a part of it. Had she not been so injured, I have no doubts she would have done it herself without my aid." He moved over to his keypad, the live screen moving with him as he went and pulled out his connecting wire to his mask. He found the footage of her taking down the much larger ooman male in the alley with three simple moments and shared it with Anak. Pride swelled in his chest as he said, "She may not be Yautja, but she is not to be underestimated."

Anak actually laughed. It had been a long time since he had heard the sound from the male. "You would find an ooman female as bold as you Xai'an. It goes without saying that she is properly mated and marked?"

Xai'an nodded. "She is. After I bring her home, I would like to discuss further about getting a larger home for us. I have already given her my blood which will ensure her a long life."

Anak nodded. "Easily granted. We shall also discuss introducing her to the clan or if you wish to keep her out of the light like Warark's ooman mate."

Xai'an growled in disapproval. "My mate is not some embarrassment to me. She will be introduced."

"Is that what you think Warark thinks of his mate? No, my son, he is merely ensuring no other Yautja would challenge him for her. Ooman females are slowly becoming more and more desirable. He does not want to risk a line of challengers."

"Warark is a good hunter. Great warrior. He should not fear defeat. I know I do not. I would slaughter any who dared think they could take her from me." Xai'an replaced his mask as he saw him approaching Z's home.

"Warark indeed is a great warrior, but he is not as ruthless or fierce as you. None in all the clans are remotely a match for you. So you would not need to fear so many challenges. Your blood is a curse and a blessing as it gives you advantages that Warark cannot have." Anak moved which showed Xai'an that he was in his dwelling back on Yautja Prime.

"You're saying that because Warark is full blooded honorable Yautja, it makes him more approachable for challenge?" Xai'an couldn't believe what he was hearing. Anak had never suggested such a thing before.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Everyone knows that not only are you larger, stronger, and faster, but you will kill them. Warark fights until his challenger is down, but you ensure they never get back up. It makes even the most seasoned Yautja think twice about challenging you." Anak said.

Xai'an had never really thought about it like that. He knew that many would fear challenging him for fear of death, but he never thought about what that meant for his brothers who did not have that same fear directed at them.

"I will notify the lab that you will have them look at your female. I am sure they would like you to send her scans over to them to study before they physically examine her. After you successfully infiltrate the ooman facility, you will need to look into their database to ensure there are no others that need to be eradicated. Yerin'an shall be the lead of the pack set to meet up with you and Baaul."

Xai'an nodded at the news and he approved of the choice. Yerin'an and he had hunted together before and they worked very well together. "I will wait for his arrival."

"Hunt well, my son." Anak said.

"Die well, father." He responded before Anak cut off communications.

At least he responded to his mate much better than he anticipated. Xai'an had honestly at least a little resistance, but it seems that he was more than willing to accept Z with open arms. For him to ask about offspring already showed that much.

Xai'an shook his head but wouldn't question his good fortune. He was just going to go get his mates things and bring them aboard before she woke up.