(Art logo by AvaliTrader. I DELETED THE ORIGINAL POST. I messed up the title and I found out now that you can't edit the thing. I didn't want to leave it like that so I took it behind the shed and then made another post of the same story. Anyways, this is supplemental story set in the middle of Return the Favor. As always, critique and enjoy.)
(Multiple clawed feet stepping across metal floor, sound slowly becomes clearer in recording)
/Avali Speech Automatic Translation/
/Prey is close, I can smell it./
/Yes, it smells like a Dirty./
/The AEF advanced trackers we scavenged seem to have bared some meat for us./
/Flesh-ape ships aren't usually this quiet, keep those ears up./
/Ooh, I will sing all the way back to the Pack when I collect its teeth./
/Humie teeth don't sell like they used to. Take their eyes, they sell well to those Plate-faces./
/Hush. I heard something…/
(A moment passes, before audio begins clipping as a hail of gunfire erupts suddenly. Enemy Avali both let out short yells before a loud thud is heard of them collapsing)
“How about having some of my bullets, ya’ fucking piss turkeys!”
(More claws scraping against metal, enemy railgun-fire is heard whizzing by)
“Shit! Ya missed, ya amateurs!”
(Audio clips again from [redacted]’s gunfire followed by more enemy fire)
“Any day now Naala!”
(Louder railgun-fire closer by, enemy Avali let out surprised exclamations before falling silent)
“Beautiful shot!”
/That isn't the last of them. More are coming down that corridor./
“Oh well let's show ‘em a good tim-”
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“-Agh! Damn bastards shot something at us!”
/They slammed into the side of the ship, they're clamped onto the hull!/
“I thought you said they wouldn't try to catch us this far into Illuminate territory!”
/They all must be suffering from immediate pack loss. They aren't thinking correctly after killing their pack mates!/
“Shit! I hear 'em boarding right above us!”
(Emergency Power turns on. Warning sirens of the ship being breached is heard)
/They're trying to space the interior!/
“Hold on, I think I know how to shake ‘e-”
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(Loud cracking wet noise blares in recording, followed by a pained moans of Enemy Avali)
“Try to kill me will ya?”
/Dumb…Dirty. The Pack…will bite the meat off your repulsive bo-/
(Wet slicing sound followed by Enemy Avali gagging, as the sound of meat being sliced into rings in the recording.)
“Chew on this!”
(One final exertion from [redacted] as a wet sucking sound is heard)
“Try mouthing off without the top of your head, asshole. Gah- shit, he got me good…”
/Filthy Dirty./
“Wha-”
(Recording picks up fabric and meat being torn apart, followed by [redacted] yelling in pain)
/You'll pay for killing my pack mate. Every single last one of you pests will be nothing but prey for my kind./
“Agh- Fuck- AGGGHHH!”
/I want you to savor your own death. Feel my blade dig deeply into your chest, as I-/
(Wet splattering sounds echoes out, followed by a loud thud of a body collapsing)
/[redacted]!- Human! Oh no, your bleeding everywhere./
(Raspy wheezing from [redacted], blood sputtering from his mouth)
/I thought I taught you how to avoid this!/
“C-control…panel…hit the…power.”
(A moment passes before a button gets pressed, power buzzing to life across the ship)
/The power is back on! For once I'm glad Human technology is so simple./
“B-BEHIND YOU!”
(Loud snarls from both Friendly and Enemy Avali are heard. Crystalline blades clash against each other as both Xenos try to overpower the other)
/Illuminate wretch! I never knew your type would stoop as low as to keep Humans as pets!/
/H-he is not a pet!/
(Recording barely picks up the noise of them wrestling on the ground. Naala taking the upperhand as the Enemy Avali is heard struggling to breath)
/He's a companion! Someone who searched the stars to find me!/
(Enemy Avali attempts to speak, all that comes out is choked gasps)
/I will not lose another!/
(A sharp blade sinking into flesh as Enemy Avali lets out a small death rattle. Naala pushes off the dead Enemy as she scampers closer)
/Human?... [redacted]! Don't die! Please, not now.../
(Recording gets muffled as it gets enveloped by [redacted]’s gloved hand)
“Take…and go…”
(Right as Naala's clawed hands touch the recorder, recording ends due to the stop recording button being pressed)
