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Engineer X Afab Reader - Posted a month ago on my Patreon! Enjoyy!

After the previous reports on how the species identified as Engineers -, also known as space jockeys, Mala'kaks, or even Ossians-, had a special connection with music, the next messages sent in hopes of establishing contact were filled with various clips of humans singing and dancing; implemented in the hopes of catching their creator’s attention.

Videos from all over the Earth made it to yet another Engineer military ship.

At first, the signal enraged them. Humans; their only successful experiment; the galaxy's child; Rotten, selfish, violent, and primitive.

The Captain's second in command, his Chief Officer, wanted to retaliate as soon as the signal reached their sensors, talking about how their species had been generous in letting them live for so long already. Still, something about the signal made the Captain curious.

Why would they reach out like this? With what intent? What could they want to say?

Gathering his crew, he played the message.

The first few seconds showed a family; it seemed; the grown males and females played different instruments as the children danced to the tune.

The crew and the Captain kept watching, with each Intro over; each other clip had different humans in it, each presenting their style of music, dancing, singing, smiling at whatever or whoever was recording them. “Culture” was the word plastered all over it; they knew what they were doing with the melodic tune they played throughout the video. But that wasn’t all. Clips of architects discussing plans of a building, followed by a timelapse of said building rising from the ground as several humans worked on it through seemly years, all in a couple of seconds. They saw an elderly-looking woman twirling her fingers holding long, fine needles in her hands, turning the simple thread into an intricate design, showcasing it proudly with a smile. Children hand-painted walls and then each other, laughing. None of the kids seemed to be related; none of them looked alike; maybe a school?

They played the videos over and over again for hours, for days. Analysing, focused, critical. They'd eye each other, whispering their thoughts as the video went on, some already had their opinions set in stone, but others had something akin to a smile as their favorite singer or dancer appeared on the screen one more time.

There was no message back. No response.

Until their ship came knocking on the Earth’s doors.

The ship landed close to where the message had originated from, a military base on the outskirts of a city. And hours later, while the Earth’s ‘representatives’ blabbered their welcomes, a massive crowd forming around them, the ship’s occupants had other intentions.The ship’s Captain lifted his hand, and all noise died down, and holograms formed on his palm, showing the frozen images from the clips they sent, a few from the hundreds featured in the video.

Male ballet dancer, Paris. Female Street dancer, Memphis. Female flutist, Venice. Male singer, New York. Female violinist, Coimbra. Female Belly Dancer, Tijuana. Female Kabuki dancer, Tokyo. Male drum player, Kinshasa. Female pottery artist- Sidney.

Confused about what these specific pictures meant, several translators were brought to their location alongside droids, trying to replicate their language. After ten minutes of struggling, and a very irritated Captain, finally, the message got across.

"I want these humans here, now."

The translators told their superiors what they demanded, not sure why they needed those specific people there, but after luring a dormant alien species out of their hiding spot in the galaxy, complying was the only option.

It took two days to get everyone from the list there. There were tents. Thousands of them set up around the ship, where the human military forces had quickly set up a barrier separating the civilians from the ship’s walls, as futile as it all seemed.

“Out of every fucking thing they could want, they want some singers and dancers. It’s so fucking stupid.”

“We set ourselves up for this one. We knew they liked hippies. They -are- the original hippies for crying out loud.”

“Pretty ballet dancers? Okay- a hot belly dancer? Sure. Now what the fuck do they want with a -pottery girl-?”

“Fuck if I know, Jared-” The two men argued as they reached the double doors that led outside again, the blinding light of the scorching sun fading as their eyes adjusted to it. The crowd cheered and booed as they pleased, two sides of each coin, even in this situation. The news feasted on the subject. “Human kidnapping?” “Human selection?” “Human sacrifice?”

At the top of the ship’s ramp stood the Captain and his crew, nine engineers in total, all waiting, stonefaced, and unmoving.

“Everyone here speaks English, right?” Said one of the men to the group of young adults gathered around them, the people they requested two days ago. After some nodding and yessing, he hums. “Great. You are not to say shit until we say so. These aliens are hostile until they show us otherwise. We don’t know why they requested your presence here specifically, though it has a tie to the videos of you we sent. You got instructed on how to act, so I’ll remind you: Stay the fuck still, stay the fuck quiet, and pray to whatever religion you follow that they won’t choose to fuck us up this time. Understood?” He doesn’t give any time for responding as the two men start walking to the gate, the group of people following behind them. The gates open, and they all follow to the base of the ramp, where two droids await.

“These are Adam and Eve, our translators. They have spent a limited time with our visitors and learned more or less a chicken scratch of their language.” The droids nod and turn forward again, facing the ramp.

The crowd’s noise dies away as the Captain takes the first step down the ramp, followed by his crew. Their walk was almost in sync as if they were droids themselves. It’s a long way down, each step building up more and more the tension in the air. They don’t reach the ground, stopping a little from the end of it, still keeping the higher ground.

The Captain speaks, and everyone listens attentively, even if they can’t understand him. His voice is husky, low, and firm. He didn’t leave room for questioning.

The droids nod and turn to their human counterparts. “The Captain informed us that the humans chosen here are to retire to their ship with them for a limited time of-”

“They want us to what-?!”

“Quiet. Proceed, Eve.”

The droid nods, “There are nine of them and nine of you. This would be akin to an exchange program but on the ship. They wish to learn more about us, but on their terms, sir.”

“I see…” The man sighs, rubbing his face as the other one groans, “Would they accept any negotiations on these terms?”

“Negative. Each human will be assigned a partner they are to stay with night and day. Partnerships are non-negotiable." Eve says.

Adam nods, "The Captain already chose the pairs.”

“So, we are to accept these terms?” The other man hissed. “Affirmative.” Said Adam. “The group is to part ways to the ship this instant.”

“But- what about clothes? Food? How are we to communicate with you guys or-, well, with them, at all?” One of the singers asks.

“Arrangements will be made throughout the day after you’ve retired to the ship,” Eve replies. “We are led to believe they don’t trust us with sending you inside with our equipment.”

“Well,” the first man sighs, “We don’t have much to do here.” he turns to the group again, “circumstances have changed, but the instructions haven’t. We have no room to negotiate your stay, but they are our guests as you are now also theirs.” he sighs harder. “Do not fuck up. Answer whatever questions they ask, and do not cause trouble. We’ll try to soften these terms and get to you faster, but until then, do not squirm in their grasp.” His tone is of warning, his eyes narrow and authoritative. He turns back to the droids, “tell the Captain we’re ready.”

The droids communicate their message, and the Captain nods, stepping down further and stopping a step or two before the ground. He opens his mouth, and the whole world seems to freeze again.

The droids nod and turn back to the group. “The Drum Player will be their navigator’s pair,” Eve says. The man nods shakily and steps forward, staring up at the aliens on the ramp. “But- which of them-?”

The Captain utters a word, and one of the engineers steps down the ramp to his side, shorter than the Captain by half a head. The navigator looks at the man and nods so briefly he wouldn’t have caught it if he wasn’t paying attention. “Go.” the man beside him hisses.

He gulps and starts walking past the droids, taking a deep breath at the foot of the ramp before taking his first step up. He walks up to the navigator and nods. The navigator nods to his Captain and begins walking up the ramp again, his human following in tow. They don’t stop near the others, walking up the ramp completely.

“Next up, the Violinist will be paired with their Weapons Specialist.” Says Adam. The girl trembles as she walks up and waits. The Captain calls, and the bulkiest engineer out of the bunch steps down the ramp, staring at her impassively. The girl whimpers, and it takes Adam’s gentle ushering to get her to move up the ramp.

“Who do you think will be paired with the Captain?”Whispers roam around the remaining group as the Captain announces more pairs.“The Flutist and the Kabuki Dancer will be paired with their Pilot and Engineer, respectively.”They step forward as the Captain calls his crew members to get them.

Four down. Five to go.

“The Singer and Street Dancer will be paired with their Biologist and Medic, respectively.”

“Do you think he’ll save himself for last?” asked the Belly Dancer; the Ballet dancer shrugs slightly.“The Belly Dancer will be paired with their Communication Officer.”“Guess that answers your question.” He says as she nods and walks up the ramp to meet her alien.

Leaving only the Captain and the Chief Officer still standing on the ramp.

The Captain utters the last two pairs, and Eve nods.“Last but not least, the Captain’s pair will be the Pottery Artist, leaving the Chief Officer with the Ballet Dancer.”The Ballet Dancer nods and walks up the ramp with his pair.

Leaving you to stare up at the Captain on the ramp.

#👀#Headcanon #engineers #alien engineer #engineer x reader #reader #alien vs predator #Alien #Aliens #Aliens vs predator #prometheus #alien covenant #alien courtship #afab reader #malakak #space jockey #alien relationship

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jaybe11 · 1 year

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The Mala'kak / Space Jockey from Alien before Prequels / Engineers

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ftb-writes · 1 year

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Welcome to 2023!!!

It's time to start the writings of the year, and the very first prompt is going to be a fanfic of the Alien franchise. Xenomorphs, Yautja, and Mala'kaks, oh my!

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mordicaifeed · 2 years

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#mala'kak #alien #aliens #the charioteer #charioteer

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slumbering-beauty · 6 years

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Perspective

Xenomorphs: *eviscerates, impales and incubates inside the chests of various organisms before making a quick exit in the most excruciating manner possible*

Yautjas: *does almost all of that, and then hangs up the corpses of their victims and takes the heads of those they deem the most worthy prey for trophies*

Mala’kaks/Space Jockeys: In one word: *SMASH*

Humans: God, humans are just the absolute worst!

#perspective bro #xenomorphs #predators #yautjas #mala'kak #space jockeys #avp #alien vs predator vs dumbshit bill

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meyong · 7 years

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Alien: Covenant (2017)

#Alien: Covenant #Prometheus 2 #Paradise Lost #Ridley Scott #Ossians #Mala'kak #Tech #Spacecraft #Design #Movies #GIFs

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futuraesthetics · 7 years

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Alien: Covenant (2017)

#Alien: Covenant #Ridley Scott #Mala'kak #Ossians #Xenomorphs #Alien 5 #Posters #Aliens #sci fi #horror #futuraesthetics

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zaryn-scribbles · 7 years

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All this time, the Engineers in Prometheus were just pissed off that Humans weren't all bald like they were.

So they decided to destroy us.

#Prometheus #Engineers #Engineer #Mala'kak #Ossian

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crisahitnahyscirs · 7 years

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Here’s a sketch of the mala'kak from the movie, #prometheus

#prometheus #mala'kak #malakak #engineer

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jinna-aka-ninja · 4 years

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Num’dande the Strange Being from the Stars

(Previously I have written about Num’dande. This is just a little more about him and humanish reader.)

Your Point of View.

I didn't really understand how you managed to end up in this situation. Thinking back on it now maybe it was a bad idea to work for Weyland-Yutani. There had been a few missions that they tried to keep on the downlow but I have found out about them. It was my job to find out about them. I worked on a solo ship where my job wasn't to actually board ships. I created and sent scouting drones to now empty ships that had gone radio silent. In the year 2122 Nostromo had been passing by the Zeta II Reticuli system when MU-TH-UR had apparently gotten a distress signal. The idiots had decided that it would be best to go to the distress beacon to aid them. I made sure to not get close. This was not that hard since the Nostromo had been utterly destroyed. Almost all of the passengers died. Nearly.

Then followed came yet another time I had to scout out a disaster. December of 2137 the company I still worked for bought the Sevastopol Station. On December 11th of the same year the Orbital Stabilizers were damaged by an explosion. The entire station seemed to burn up.

This had bothered me for so long. Each time I had been unable to find out why they had been destroyed. 57 years later the remaining survivor of Nostromo had been found in hypersleep. According to her there had been a creature that had killed everyone and caused the downfall upon the carrier. Then they hired Ripley and other marines to capture the creature that caused the downfall. Something I hated and when asked if I would join..I said no. Of course I said no. I'm not a freaking idiot!

I will be honest. I stopped paying attention after that. You might be thinking by now that I am old if I had already a good job at Weyland-Yutani and kept it for well over 70 years. I was not entirely human. You see my actual birth year was somewhere within the 1980s. I am nothing special other than the fact I just don't die easy. I stopped aging around the age of 28 and have looked the same through all of this time. The only reason I jumped for the chane to go into space all on my own with no one around was because of none other than Peter Weyland. In 2089 he had started to push for his quest for immortality. That being said he had attempted to figure out why I did not seem to age. When I was out of reach he had started to search for Mala'kaks. Those bastards scared the hell out of me. Creatures so tall that they made me feel like a dwarf. They stood at around 8 to 9 feet tall. I had run into a few before....That is a story for another time.

This is the story as to how I met yet another tall ass fucker. Yet another nearly 8 ft tall creature that looked strong enough to snap me in two with the flick off a wrist. Thick appendages on his head. A mask covering his face, at least..I thought it was a he. I was not entirely sure. The skin seemed that of a reptile. Standing before me on my tiny ship, it only made him seem so much taller. His entire frame blocking my only exit int he room which would then lead to my escape pod. He grunted at me and walked toward me making me fall backwards in my attempts to walk back. The sounds of clicks and other strange noises making me panic. Was it trying to talk to me? I felt a hand grab onto the back of my shirts collar lifting me up.

"Oh-...let go!" I called out kicking my legs out until I was placed back down. My voice had sounded choked making it panic and drop me. What did it expect? By grabbing the shirt that way then it caused it to tighten around my neck. Glaring back up at the creature I pointed my index finger, "Just because you're bigger than me doesn't mean you have to be an asshole!" I said to him making this creature let out a chuff like noise. My eyes narrowing in on its form, "Excuse the fuck out of me...did you just laugh at me?"

#yautja x reader #yautja #alien #weylandyutani #num'dande #num'dande x reader

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cherryalexart · 7 months

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#sketch #dark art #Mala'kak #Engineers #Space Jockey #gehenna

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wingedmidnight · 2 years

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Alone - Chapt. 15 - Procedure

David watched with blank eyes as his mistress released his hand and approached the small group of Engineers in the procedural area, a massive green egg-like pod was situated in the center of the bony and circular room. The android could sense a spike in Ayumi's pulse, she was nervous, no, frightened? When she looked over her shoulder at him, he only tilted his head and gave her a reassuring smile after picking from a series of facial expressions from his database, choosing this one to be appropriate. Her pulse slowed slightly and her facial muscles visibly relaxed at his expression. He was getting better at this.

"Remove your clothing." one particularly tall Mala'kak commanded her as he stood two and a half feet from her. She simply stared up at him for a few moments and her behavior bordered on defiant. David zeroed in on her side profile as she looked up at the larger humanoid. For a human, her expression was surprisingly stoic and difficult to read with the exception of a barely noticeable twitch on her cheekbone, near her eye, which David matched to be irritation. Her near precise discipline was to be expected from an individual who had been trained from birth to control her emotions.

The small woman finally surrendered and began to pull off her shirt and step out of her pants. She looked back up at him and one side of her lips upturned ever so slightly, growing animosity. "We cannot begin until you undress completely." the Engineer told her impatiently, his deep voice commanding.

Ayumi's eyebrows slowly knit together and her eyes widened slightly, shock. David noticed her cheeks flush faintly as he tried to understand her hesitation, she had done this many times when she was tested in the Orbital Laboratory. Although David was aware of humans and their sense of modesty, he calculated that this would be an entirely new scenario – an unfamiliar race seeking to study an individual denotes vulnerability to the subject, thus the refusal. He logged this for future reference.

"Stand away from me if you wish this of me." Ayumi told the Engineer firmly and put out her hand palm up, as if she was pushing him away from her. The xeno-humanoid gave her a confused expression and receded in two back-strides. Ayumi struggled to untie the closure at her back for her undergarment.

David automatically approached her, "Here, Miss." he told her and made her jump slightly at his touch at her hands and back as he easily untied it for her.

She didn't turn her head as she dropped her hands to her sides with the garment in hand and murmured something he couldn't translate clearly but it sounded close to "Odoroita" – "Frightened".

The synthetic human watched as the blood drained from Ayumi's knuckles as her hand clutched his as he helped her into the hollow pod. He could easily read her pulse from her entire hand – it was racing with what he determined to be fear. "It's quite alright, Miss. Nothing to worry about." he assured her gently and gauged whether or not he should stay in this position or forcibly and carefully peel her fingers off his hand to continue with the procedure. Before he could take any sort of action, she released his hand and laid back in the enormous Engineer sized procedural pod. Her face returned to it's blank expression as she stared up at the ridged ceiling above her.

David was yanked back by massive hand on his shoulder and nearly tossed across the room but had only stumbled and almost fallen. He composed himself and straightened his shirt and ran a hand over his blond hair, the artificial tresses browning at the roots where it had been growing, it needed to be cut an colored again. Much like a human, David's scalp was lined with fiber strand manufacturing processors, to simulate the gradual growth of hair, the same could be said for the nails on his fingers and toes, although both could be shut off at the command from an ordering human taskmaster.

The top of the pod shunted close with a soft 'whoosh' noise and startled the small being within. David's vision zeroed in again and watched carefully as the woman inside was flooded with a pale white mist and her heartbeat spiked alarmingly in panic. The android stepped forward when Ayumi pounded on the walls of the vessel in an attempt to break free, her mental energy radiating in oppressive waves.

"Construct! Calm her! She will not obey us should we ask! This process is only to anesthetize her!" Calenkis barked to David as the rest of the Mala'kak set to work at various consoles to readjust the now disturbed laboratory, to return it to normal readings.

The android's auditory perception picked up her panicked gasps echoing within the pod as he stepped forward only to lower himself to a crouch slide back on his heels from a wave of invisible telekinetic energy. He waited calmly for it to pass before reaching the side of the egg-like capsule. He knelt and placed his palms on the nearly transparent wall, "Ma'am, you must calm yourself. The mist is only an anesthetic and will not cause any to harm you." This behavior from her was to be expected, even from one so composed as Ayumi. It was a very... human trait, fear of the unknown, vulnerability, etc.

She seemed to be calmed somewhat and he could read her heartbeat slow with her breathing as she relaxed and succumbed to the anesthetic. David waited for her shadow to go limp from behind the green lens of the shell before he stood and looked to the Engineers. "What is to be done to her?" he asked them after he ran statistics from previous encounters to determine whether or not any of them would reply. It didn't look likely based on all other communications.

All of the Mala'kak seemed to be ignoring him as he watched and waited for a potential answer. Calenkis finally straightened and looked to him from a console near the pod containing Ayumi before he spoke up, "The first step will be the careful removal of the object embedded deeply in her cortex."

"What will that entail?"

The lead scientist seemed annoyed, as if the android was peppering him with ridiculous questions like a child, "I am not going to explain every detail to an artificial being." he growled and did not look up from the console he was working from located to the right of the pod chamber on the far wall.

A few moments of silence passed, save for an occasional hiss and chime from the various machinery before Calenkis relented and spoke up again, "The entire process will take approximately three epoch. You will stay within this chamber and will not be permitted to leave." he said quietly as he went to the pod and inspected the human within through a holographic interface and the familiar form of Ayumi's skull was projected above the nearby pedestal. Calenkis superimposed the three dimensional model and set to work to carefully remove the foreign object manually as well as with the assistance of automatic system within the pod.

Even David's precise and computed vision could not penetrate the the now tinted and shiny carapace-like surface of the egg-vessel unless he used his thermal scanning. His view now changed to color based readings. His mistress as well as any other source of heat was now lit up in colors of red and orange with cold being blue and black with green and yellow in between. Ayumi's brightly colored body was slowly being enveloped with a slightly colder pale yellow fluid being pumped into the chamber. David's processors determined it to be some sort of suspension liquid, much like that within a womb to cushion and insulate her perhaps. Ayumi's heart rate slowed to a near hibernative state as she was being worked on.

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“Again." the male voice broadcast loudly overhead from where Ayumi contained in a casket-like unit in the blindingly white and tiled room. Unable to move any part of her body in the specially molded container, only her pale face was visible from the steel against the stark white of the room. She blinked rapidly to clear the sweat seeping into her eyes as she tried to focus ahead. There was a hiss and a bang as a random and carefully camouflaged door opened somewhere nearby. Ayumi extended her mind to act as a blind man's cane, feeling and waiting for what was to come. She had a fraction of a second to respond to the disruption in her mental field and sucked in her breath when she couldn't deflect the huge iron boulder-sized ball that glanced off her containment unit. She bit back a scream of agony when she was rewarded for her mistake with a searing pain delivered to her skull via the needle in the metal port installed in the back of her neck, directly into her spinal cord and straight to her brain. She panted in pain and extended her field that had retracted like a frightened turtle. She was ready this time and shoved the incoming attack aside with a grunt of effort.

The purpose of this exercise was to strengthen her telekinesis without the use of her limbs as extensions. She had been at this terrifying ordeal for three hours and was drenched in sweat despite the efforts of the cooling system in the coffin-unit. There were a few moments of silence before the voice boomed over her head again, "That's enough for today, take her back to her quarters."

Ayumi's entire body slumped in relief at the order as the needle in the back of her neck withdrew and made her grunt in pain. The head portion of the container sectioned back to let her raven hair tumble down. Her breathing was heavy as she set her chin down on the rim and her eyelids drooped, she just wanted to rest for a bit...

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Her eyes snapped back open and she expected to find herself staring at the tiled, sterile ceiling of her childhood room. Instead, she gasped and sucked in not air but a clear gray and thick viscous fluid that she found herself writhing in, a form of liquid oxygen? Panic threatened to choke her as she felt the mucous-like substance slide down her windpipe and into her lungs. She spotted dark forms outside of the chrysalis-like shell she was encased in. "Tasukete!" - 'Help!' She wanted to shriek as she tried pounding her fists, only to stop midway to impact, the slimy liquid making her feel like a fly in a spider web. Her muscles were suddenly worn, as if the simple action of attempting to move had exhausted her. A hazy figure shifted into her view and she could make out the form of someone kneeling by her pod, this person was smaller than those around them and as far as she could make out, had a short haircut.

"Nakamura-san wa, ochitsuite kudasai." a male voice told her gently in her base language, his voice muffled by the suspension liquid and the casing of the pod. She was slow to register what was being said to her, and who it was that was speaking to her. "Ms. Nakamura, please calm down."

She blinked and realized who it was, '... David...?'

She tried to speak in reply but gagged on the glutinous goop and wished now more than ever that David had an organic mind that she could read to get some idea of what was happening to her, she couldn't even project images to his artificial mind.

There were deep and unintelligible voices speaking and they sounded muffled and angry, as if they were yelling at the android. "Leave him be!" she garbled equally as incomprehensibly through the ever present solution. She instead tried to reach out mentally but was startled to find that nothing happened, no familiar tug in her brain. It was like a limb that had been amputated, only a useless and figmental stump remained. She froze in shock and slowly began remembering. She was supposed to be undergoing an operation performed by alien instruments and their creators, her people's creators – to remove what David revealed to be a neural inhibitor and have a more advanced one put in its place.

She suddenly felt dirty at the thought of something extraterrestrial inside her skull and shuddered and felt the sticky suspension she was in begin to cool. There was an audible sucking noise as it was drained and her own weight left her exhausted when the pod emptied.

Her mind felt fuzzy and she suddenly rolled to her side and retched, vomiting out any inhaled slime from the contents of her stomach and coughed out any remaining in her lungs. The liquid was immediately sucked away again as she laid back down, now drained of energy and weak.

"Miss? Can you hear me?" David asked from the other side of the pod wall, she could clearly make out his silhouette now as she blearily looked over. The pod top slid open and the android leaned over and reached a hand down to help her out. Ayumi was surprised he was unhindered by the Engineers as she was pulled to her feet. She stumbled and nearly fell out of the pod face-first were it not for her companion who caught her in both his arms in mid-fall at her shoulders and thighs as she faced the floor. He righted her to a standing position and easily picked her up, his arms under her knees and at her back as he carefully carried her to a exam table and gently placed her on it. She was still stark naked but was too weak to protest.

There was suddenly a crowd of the Mala'kak at her bedside taking readings and examining her. Once again, David was excluded from this and was moved aside, albeit less forcefully this time. Ayumi's eyelids drooped, "Did it work...?" she slurred as her head and eyes lolled back.

Calenkis paused in mid speech to another Space Jockey and looked back at David expectantly with furrowed eyebrows, "What did she speak of?"

The android was reluctant to answer and hesitated before speaking, "She is inquiring if it was successful."

"We have yet to see. The process has taken longer than expected but there were no complications and no considerable damage. We shall see when she wakes, if she wakes. She may be weak for a short time as her body is not intended for our equipment. It is surprising that she is this strong." the Engineer was particularly talkative, perhaps excitement due to a potential success.

David has his response immediately and carefully lined his voice with concern although he was cautious to keep it to a minimum to avoid offending the aliens by acting too 'organic' or 'lifelike', "Would she not have survived had she not been?"

The leading scientist considered the expression on the android's face with a raised eyebrow before shaking his head, "While all attempts to sustain her would have been made, we could not guarantee her survival and were prepared to preserve her remains for study, the Council would not have been pleased."

The android intentionally kept his expression neutral and blank and didn't reply as he looked over and watched Ayumi's still sticky and cold skin being cleaned manually by a female Engineer. David had calculated that there may have been a sixty percent chance that the procedure would succeed, but there was not much data to support or deny that. According to his records, the first time the chip was installed in her skull she when she was nine years old and there was a much lower chance that she would have survived. There wasn't much to compare to as none of the subjects before her lived beyond three years and nearly all of them were artificially aged to appear as young adults and none still made it past lifting a ten pound block without their brains hemorrhaging.

Ayumi reached out a hand toward him blindly, "David, where are you...? Are you alright...?" She asked dazedly and lifted her head to look for him, her eyes cloudy with fatigue. The automatic response from him was to give a small smile at her concern for him despite her own position.

"Right here, Ma'am." he told her as he approached her and the towering humanoids began to disperse. David took her hand, it was cold and nearly matched his normal surface temperature, "You must rest now, Miss." he chastised her gently and accepted the blanket-like cloth from one of the giant bipeds that absently handed it to him before inspecting vital signs via another pedestal reading. David covered Ayumi in the soft gray material as he ran more statistics, this time on her chance of rejection of the foreign object now in her brain and perhaps adverse reactions such as fever, internal bleeding, swelling of tissue – ultimately leading to seizures and perhaps coma or even a stroke. He would have to watch over her carefully.

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