Thread: A Unusal Bond(Shyone & Skylar)

For the Xenomorphs aboard, this ship could be most closely considered a living Hell. Many humans, a majority, if not all could not understand this. They didn't know Xenos were sentient beings because they just shot on sight because of their looks . They didn't know that Xenos were not naturally this aggressive because their never took the time to find out. Yes, the humans aboard this ship frequently abused the Xenos held 'prisoner', and even had tank-bred a few of the aliens. They would experiment on them, jab needles, do autopsies, find ways to kill them easier than bullets. It was a sickening process that was not for the faint of heart, and it rapidly expanded their hate towards humans. This applied to all but one human, and all but one Xenomorph. Experiment 17, as he was called, understood the humans' actions for one reason, and one reason only. Xenomorphs rapidly aged in the beginning of their life, meaning a three day old would look fully grown, and from there it would barely age at all. Each Xeno could live for hundreds of years, if not a thousand. This is why most Xenos attacked on sight they were too young to understand the humans acted not on aggression, but out of fear. 17's birth name was Hr'nithliss, but humans didn't know or care. All except for that one boy, Andol. The one who looked not with disgust or hate, but rather with curiosity. And 17 understood him. Of course, he could not communicate though. For a Xeno to communicate with another species, he first had to make physical contact. Then, and only then could he connect their minds and speak freely back and forth. 17 often watched the human in interest of touching him, feeling him, as to speak. To know why this one human was so much different. And he could see, could sense the human's sympathy, Andol's sympathy. He knew damned well that Andol cared about him. Cared about the Xenomorphs, here and all on general. Somehow, he knew Andol understood what most humans didn't. Xenomorphs didn't want to fight. But this was different for the other aliens aboard. After trying to drug number 5 for experimentational purposes, the guard had been swiftly murdered and devoured. After this, 5 had made his way into the framing of the ship in hopes to cause as many casualties as possible. 5 was only 10 days old. After the power cut off, he dropped the ceiling, sensing a human being. Making something akin to an evil smirk, he circled stealthily around the human, waking until tensions peaked to devour him. Then, everything went haywire. 17 was intelligent enough to undo his door lock after the power had gone out, escaping and charging. Looking at first he was going for the human, until it became clear. He tackled 5 back and pinned him to a wall, growling. 17 was some 150 human years old, just over 20 if you calculated the slow aging process. He tossed 5 into his cage and gave a slash with his razor sharp tail for good measure. He made sure 5 was out for the moment, unconscious. The Xeno then returned to the human, resting a hand on his shoulder. And the connection sparked. You can hear me, yes? What do they call you, human? 17 asked using telepathy, his mind already formulating questions. He kept the hand there although it was no longer necessary. His hand was very strong, but gentle on his shoulder at the same time.