Use the blaster

Faces don't lie, and neither do thrown spears. Its an open and shut case as you grab your blaster and aim it at the nearest neanderthal.

KEEWM!

The weapon nearly explodes in your hand, causing you to drop it...but not before a final projectile blast of energy sails right into on of the club-brandishing brutes on his way out of the treeline.

Normally, the weapon's discharge would likely have slammed into his organs and musculature with a combination of **** **** and searing heat, but apparently, the gun was so overcharged and or so on the fritz, the that the blast actually cuts a clean and cauterized hole through the proto-human's chest, allowing you and every frightened onlooker to see how the world looks behind him.

Absolute silence descends on the forest as the troglodyte descends to his knees, clutching at the whole in his chest with dumbstruck amazement before finally falling off to the side, lifeless.

The neanderthal-like men stare at the carcass of the fallen comrade, and then back to you, jaws agape with terror and awe. The woman, too, has turned back to you with a similar look on her feral [face.

In](http://face.In) that moment, each and every caveman screams, hollers and hoots their way out of the forest, far from you and your obviously supernatural weapon.

"Well...that worked", you mutter as you watch them flee. You then look to the woman as she falls once more to her knees, using her firm thighs to cushion the rest of her body as she bows low, burying her face in the dirt, her arms outstretched toward you on the ground.

Clearly she thinks you're some kind of god.

"Well...this is...more comfortable", you say, "but I really don't think"...

She glances upward at you, likely wondering what the strange noises coming from your mouth might mean, only to quickly lower her gaze once more to the earth, fearful of showing any disrespect.

You pick up the remnants of the blaster. Its mostly intact, but several key components are fried. You then slowly walk over to her.

Hearing your approach, she lifts her head up and begins to back away on her knees.

"Kil'a'suka mina ha, kil'a'suka mina ha!" she pleads in a **** voice.

"No, no, I'm not going to hurt you!" you say with arms outstretched.

She pauses, and her big blue eyes look straight into yours. With her arms still on the ground, she gazes up at you from her submissive position and cocks her head to the side like a confused dog.

"Yes, I'm good, no harm!" you try to say, though you realize even the most broken English must sound quite exotic and unknown to her. Better than nothing, you [figure.

She](http://figure.Se) slowly begins to rise, allowing you a more convenient examination of her barely draped body. She tosses a tuft of her hair away from her (exposed) breast.

You start to get hard again.

She gingerly takes a few steps toward you, spear in hand, but nowhere near you.

"Maku samiya?" she asks, pointing at you.

"I can't understand what you're saying. Maybe if we got some basics out of the way I could try to learn more or vice versa"...you realize you're babbling. You then come to your senses and point to your chest.

You tell her your name.

She points to you, repeating your name like a question.

"Yes! That's me! Now, who are you?" you ask, pointing to her.

"Hoo...arr...yooo" she says in the same inquiring voice as she points to herself.

"No, no, I...", pointing to yourself, you say your name once more, twice more for further emphasis. You then point back to her, hoping something is sinking in (and secretly hoping you can sink something of yours into something of hers, later).

She places her hand just above her breast and thinks for a moment.

"Mutukwa?" she asks.

"Mutukwa", you echo back.

"Mutukwa" she says again, lightly palming her chest, smiling a knowing gleam in her eye.

"Mutukwa?" you ask, pointing to her

"Mutukwa Mutukwa Mutukwa!" she yells, starting to bounce up and down, her hair flopping about and her naked breast jiggling, a look of amusement on her face.

"Indeed..." you say, eyeing more than just her smile.

Suddenly she points behind you to where the path continues. "Mata husa, mata husa!" she says, and walks past you. She turns around and motions for you to follow her.

You get your first look at the back of her; her thick, orange hair ends just above her ass, of which, as you predicted, one cheek is clearly exposed.

"Lead the way", you mutter excitedly.