Nallia removed her mask and offered Minerva a rare friendly smile, and reaching up she removed her visor with one hand the other wiped the drops of blood that seeped from the pores her visors uplink wires had slipped through to connect to her visual nerves. As the visor came off Nallia blinked a couple of times, her body suddenly cut off from a massive flow of information.

It was a pleasure. We will definitely have to do that again. However if I remember correctly I did say there would be a punishment for every strike you received ... do you remember that? Nallia's yellow eyes locked on with yours, the predatory glint returning. It was pretty obvious that lying would be a very bad idea.

Minerva smiled weakly to return Nallia's friendly smile. It was definitely a good sign that the blonde alien was smiling at her after such an intense practice, but the view was being some obscured by the blood that formed on her face as Nallia removed her visor. With a single wipe of her hand it was gone, but it still was suprising to see what one was willing to do take advantage of such technology.

However, then those yellow's eyes locked on Minerva's eyes. The predatory glint rapidly returned to the martial artist's expression. Ummm, yes I do remember that agreement. How is that going to work?

Nallia's gaze shifted back into the friendly one when Minerva said she said she remembered that agreement, and her smile returned. First, we are going somewhere where I can have a look at your muscles that I hit to see if I can help get their full mobility and sensitivity back again. If I don't you will have an ... interesting ... next couple of days full of random muscles spasms and pains. Fairly unpleasant way to spend a couple of days if you ask me.

Nallia walked out of the room, fully expecting Minerva to follow her. She didn't glance back, although she kept a easy pace to follow and listened out, just in case one of Minerva's legs had a muscle spasm. As long as Minerva was following her closely Nallia would hear her, and her enhanced reaction speed would allow her to catch her.

Even during the training sessions, Minerva could feel her muscles spasm from Nallia's strikes. Such strikes usually initially left Minerva's muscles feel numb at first, but then they slowly returned to life in the form of spasms. And spasms were fairly uncomfortable, largely due to lack of control.

Minerva nodded and followed her trainer out of the room. As she moved out she realized that Nallia was moving slower as to let Minerva to a relaxed pace. This was probably to reduce the odds of leg spasms. Still Minerva was careful as she followed the alien, the last thing she wanted was her calf muscle to spasm as she was moving...

Nallia walked along in silence through the corridors. Not because she wanted to be unfriendly, quite the contrary in fact, but because if she was talking and Minerva's legs had a spasm Nallia wouldn't realise in time. And it didn't take long for her caution to be rewarded. The sudden intake of breath at the surprise, and mild discomfort, of Minerva's leg muscles spasming was all Nallia needed to realise what was happening and spin around.

Just as Minerva started to fall Nallia's hands grabbed her, supporting her and letting her continue to stand. Of course Nallia wasn't strong enough to support someone's full weight in combat armour in most positions or stances, and to stop Minerva from falling she had to wrap her arms around her and pull her towards her. With Minerva's body being rested against Nallia's she could use her leg muscles to help support the weight, and as such could hold her. For a brief amount of time at least. You OK Minerva? Tell me when it fades and we will get moving again.

Minerva followed Nallia as they made their way through the base. Oddly Nallia was no longer being very chatty to Minerva. Minerva was about to say something when she felt a sudden pain in her leg. Minerva let out a tense gasp as she felt the pain become more tense.

Minerva started to fall when Nallia suddenly grabbed her. Nallia had pulled the red headed agent close to her. Minvera blushed a little but was greatful the agent's help. Okay, I will. I didn't expect that. Thank you. I will tell you when my spasm fades. How often is going to happen until the spasms go away?

Nallia tried to shrug, but with the armoured Minerva resting against her the movement was almost too small to see. To be honest ... No idea. It varies from individual to individual, and strike to strike. Some people struggle to recover, some have a coupld of minor spasms and that's it. There isn't really an easily detectable pattern, and the few methods that could be used to detect it wouldn't work out it was about to happen in a manner fast enough to be useful.

Nallia slowly started to strain under the weight of the armoured agent, but she hid it quite well. It wasn't in Nallia's nature to let any sign of weakness show to anyone, and she endured whatever she had to silently. For now she simply drew what pleasure she could from the other agent's warmth that was seeping through the gaps in the armour, and used that to sustain her. Suddenly Nallia started to wonder ... just what did Minerva smell like?

Of course the corridor would be a bad place to find out ... and before she tried to find that out she would have to explain her ... mutation. But that single question had cracked her mask, and no matter what Nallia did she would not be able to hide her curiosity from showing in her eyes.

I see. I guess that makes sense as each person is different. Minerva could still feel the spasm in her leg but it was calming down a little bit, but she still could not stand on it. Minerva wondered how long it would take before she could finally stand on her own.

As Minerva looked over to Nallia, she could actually to see an expression in the agent's face. It was perhaps the first time since she met the agent that Minerva saw any real expression in Nallia's eyes. Nalllia, you seem like your ready to ask a question? Feel free to ask me anything?

Hmm? Oh it's nothing ... Nallia was, for what was probably a first since the lesson had started, startled by something Minerva had done, this time notice her curiosity and ask a question. She let the silence linger for a few more seconds before she suddenly continued.

Actually ... how much do you know about me? I know I never really explained that much of my race to the ADD when I joined, but I have no idea how much of that you have seen. Nallia assumed that Minerva knew she was not human, the yellow eyes, the predatory behaviour and looks, and her speed should have all seen to that.

Nallia nodded once, and she pulled back from you, slowly shifting your weight off her and back onto your own legs. When we get back to my room I'll explain anything you want to know. OK? Nallia waited until you were able to move before leading the way off again, moving in silence in case you fell one more time.

Her caution was unnecessary, as the pair of agents reached Nallia's room without another incident. Inside the room was a mixture of Spartan decoration and elaborate trophies. Nallia only had a single bed, the attached bathroom, and a cupboard for her equipment. However a number of skulls, pelts and other such trophies decorated the walls, and a particularly fuzzy pelt that was twice the size of the bed covered the floor at the base of the bed.

What to you think? I claimed every one of those trophies myself.

Okay, sure I can wait until then. Minerva immediately stood and began to move slowly under to test her legs under her weight. Nallia kept an eye on the red suited agent just in case Minerva legs would give out.

However Minerva was able to make it to Nallia's room with no difficulties. Minerva was surprised by what she saw. The room was filled with trophies of the hunt. Skulls, pelts and other trophies filled the room. Wow all these trophies? That is pretty impressive. So do you hunt all the time?

Nallia blushed at the statement, while she was quite proud of them she felt embarrassed when people praised her skill in getting them. Partly out of shyness, but mostly because she knew full well just how tiny her collection was. She had eighteen different trophies scattered around the room, including the pelt on the floor she used as a rug. Compared to any of the other Kaji hunters she had barely anything. Yautja had more trophies on a single rack in his trophy bay, and while Nallia had done what she could to make the collection seem more impressive by careful layout nothing she could do could compare to the awe she felt when she remembered his trophy room and the thousands of trophies contained within it.

I hunt when I can, although I usually try to take missions that have a worthy prey at the end all too often it is just some disgusting shuro, and there is no honour in claiming something that vile and twisted as a trophy. Nallia settled on the pelt rug on her knees, and gestured to the rug in front of her. Take your armour off and lie on your front there and I will see what I can do about helping your muscles recover. While I do that I can explain who I am, and what the Kaji species is.

Minerva slowly took off her armor putting her self back down to her gym shirt and shorts. I see. This is all some what familiar somehow, but I can't place it. Minerva laid down on the pelt rug. So you mentioned something about the Kaji? Minerva tried to make herself comfortable as she was sure Nallia would begin to massage her to try to help out her muscles.

Nallia smiled nervously as Minerva removed her armour and lay down in front of her. The first sign of uncertainty that Nallia had displayed in fact. Her hands almost instantly started working along Minerva's muscles and she worked her way slowly through each cluster of nerves she had hit. A brief spike of pain from tense muscles, followed by a dull pleasure for nearly a minute before she moved on to the next nerve cluster. The same training that made her strikes so dangerous also made her ability to reverse the damage of a nerve strike much better than most. Even the fully qualified medics on the base weren't as good as Nallia at this sort of work.

As she worked she talked.

The Kaji are a unique species in that the males and females look nothing alike. I am a typical example of a female Kaji, at least in appearance. A male is very different. They are larger, both in height and bulk, their skin is a pasty yellow mottled with black spots. Their hair is very coarse, although the most predominant feature is the fact they have four mandibles around their mouth, which is lined with rather sharp teath designed to tear into flesh.

But the physical description is not what I need to explain. A male Kaji's senses are one of, if not the, best in the galaxy. And that includes electronic sensors, as well as genetically engineered species. Well at least in one area. Smell. Their sight and hearing is good, but their are plently of scanners and electronics which are better. But in regards to the sense of smell nothing comes anywhere close to a Kaji male.

In fact that is part of mating, and part of the reason males wear a mask most of the time. Kaji females, and as my mentor discovered human females, emit some pheromones that only those with a sense of smell as acute as a Kaji can smell. And it drives us insane with lust.

Of course I am not a male, and females do not have senses anywhere near that level.

But most females aren't mutants. My enhanced reaction speed is just the more obvious sign of my mutation. I share a males senses, and my own scent is enough to overwhelm my mind with lust. Add in someone elses scent ... and I go insane at the slightest whiff. Of course I have nose plugs that block out all sense of smell, and that is actually why I said no strikes to the face. If either of those had come loose ... I would probably have tried to rape you.

By the time Nallia finished talking she had finished repairing the damage her strikes had done, although she had been lost in her explanation and her work which meant she hadn't noticed any changes or responses Minerva had made while she was talking.