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Even for his age, Bakuub was quick and caught the female before she hit the hard floor. Such delicate creatures, the Elder thought amusedly as he easily lifted her into his arms.

Holding back the urged to curse, Edwin ushered the Elder into his bedroom. The General stood back as Bakuub laid his daughter on his bed.

“She’s never like this,” Edwin muttered, almost apologetically.

Bakuub chuckled. “I can image. She will be waking up soon; perhaps I should be the one to let her know…”

Edwin scowled. “I can take care of it…”

“That wasn’t a request,” the Elder growled, his glowing purple eyes showing warning for the first time. “You will listen to your Elder.”

Already the General can feel his fists clenching, the urged to defy him was strong. But Edwin knew he couldn’t disrespect the Elder…if it wasn’t for him the General wouldn’t have made it in his father’s Clan Ship. He owed the Elder everything…

“As you wish…”

Bakuub’s mandibles clicked. “You’re dismiss, Edwin.”

Calming the anger raising in him, the General threw one last look towards his daughter before storming out of his apartment. Once he was gone, Bakuub click his mandibles and sighed. He’d seen the growing angry in his eye, but the Elder wasn’t here to challenge Edwin, he was here for Cross. Studying the young female on the bed, the Elder’s heart had stopped the second he’s seen her eyes…they were exactly like his. A rare color among his species, most females came to Bakuub just because of it. But seeing it on another such as his hybrid offspring made Bakuub worried. If other males Yautja see the color of her eyes…Bakuub was going to have to put protection for the delicate hybrid female.

Embarrassment was the first thing to come to mind when Cross opened her eyes and found herself on a bed. Groaning, she made a moved to sit up when a sudden heavy hand on her shoulder stop her movement.

“Rest, finding you’re a descent of a Yautja can be shocking,” the unfamiliar growled above her head.

Cross’s eyes quickly snapped to the voice above her and gasped. It was the same ancient Yautja that had been standing beside her father earlier. It was so odd to see the same color eyes as hers on a strange face, it was just so eerie.

“Is it true?” Cross forced the words out of her throat. “Are you really…?”

He nodded and pulled a chair to sit beside the bed. “I suppose you will like to hear the story…”

“I thought Yautja couldn’t reproduce with humans.”

“True…but there are certain ooman females out there that can take our seed and carry it to full term.” Bakuub explained patiently. “We still can’t explain why…”

“You mean like finding a needle in a haystack?” She asked, turning her confused eyes to his.

Bakuub cleared his throat roughly, but nodded.

“Why didn’t my father tell me any of this?”

Cross’s eyes searched the room and felt her stomach knotted in disappointment when she didn’t see any signs of her father. Sighing she returned her attention to the Elder.

“Your Sire will have to tell you that himself,” the Elder muttered, his mandibles clicking nervously.

“I apologize for my behavior earlier,” just saying it made the blood rushed back to her face. “I didn’t know why…”

The Elder held up his talons fingers to stop her words. “It’s alright…I know ooman female are delicate…”

“Not so delicate, it was just a shock to know I’m not fully human,” she objected, squirming uncomfortably. “I’m Cross by the way.”

“Elder Bakuub of the R'ka Luar-ke Clan,” he tapped his fist to his armored chest with a growl. “I’ve wanted to meet you for some time now, Cross.”

At his words, Cross’s brows shot up. “You know about me?”

“Yes. I’ve kept a close eye on Edwin since he left his father’s Clan.”

Just hearing his words, Cross was suddenly eager to hear the story of her father. Since childhood he was never one to talk about himself and now she was finally getting her chance!

“Tell me the story from the beginning,” Cross edged eagerly on the bed.

Bakuub nodded. “I met your great-great grandmother, as you ooman call it, when I was on Earth during a hunt. She was one of the oomans I was hunting, but soon I find myself fascinated with her…”

“You were hunting my great-great grandmother?” Cross’s jaw dropped at his words. It wasn’t what she would call a romantic meeting!

A rumble of chuckles spilled from his mouth. “Crazy as it sounds…but during our battle one thing led to another and let's just says she was the one who ripped off my loin-cloth and…”

Cross quickly held up her hands to stop his words, she didn’t want to hear how her father was, err, made. “Wo, wo, okay…I get it. Battle, blood, raging hormones…I would have gotten horny too.”

Bakuub’s eyes sparkled in amusement. “And they say you oomans were too modest.”

“Some,” she shrugged. “So…one thing led to another and…voila she’s knocked up.”

“I brought her back to my Clan Ship where she birthed your grandfather, unfortunately she didn’t survive.” Bakuub shook his head sadly, his talon fingers playing with a pouch attached to his waist. “Your grandfather is what we call a Hybrid, very rare among the Yautja species. His features and built are similar to us, but his skin tone is lighter and softer and his eyes belonged to an ooman.”

“And my grandfather got with a human female as well?” Cross guessed.

“Yes. But be warn, Cross, your grandfather isn’t what you ooman call…nice,” the Elder explained, his voice was suddenly weary. “During his childhood he was constantly challenged and beaten down by the others…”

Cross frowned at his words. “And you did nothing to stop it?”

“When you’re on a Clan Ship you must accept any challenges thrown at you. To show your status, you must not decline a challenge, else you be called S'yuit-de a coward. My pup was of age to defend himself if need be.”

The sudden image of Connor’s face instantly had her heart stop beating. “He grew into a bitter person, didn’t he?”

Bakuub nodded, his eyes growing dull. “Nihkou'te, your grandfather, hated both Yautja and oomans. He was an outcast in between two worlds…but he fought his way on top and won many respects…and yet it still wasn’t enough. Nihkou'te’s ooman mate died birthing your father.”

Cross squirmed on the bed. “Are you telling me every human female that birthed a Yautja baby died?”

The Elder turned his eyes with a jerk nod. “Yes. I suggest you stay away from a Yautja for your own safety.”

Quickly Cross covers her blushed by lowering her head. She was actually thankful her and Betanu didn’t go all the way! “Please, continue with the story…”

“Nihkou'te put your father through training in the most brutal way. It wasn’t my place to step in between a Yautja male when he trained his pup, but I made sure to stop it when it became too dangerous. He wanted Edwin to be as strong as he, but he also wanted to punish the pup because of his ooman complexion.”

At his words, Cross felt her heart dropped. It was no wonder her father hated the Yautja race. “Is that why my father left the Yautja Clan?”

Bakuub nodded. “To leave a Clan you must fight an Elder and Nihkou'te was the Elder your father fought. The scars on your Sire’s face were signs of his victory.”

With a sigh, the Elder stood to his full height, making Cross crane her neck up to look at him. “I came ahead of my Clan to talk to you, Cross.”

She frowns but nodded.

“It’s rare to find an ooman female who can carry a Yautja pup. Their scents are different from the other females on this planet. Intoxicating and potent, it can drive a male Yautja wild.”

Cross paled at his words and her stomach twisted into nervous knot. And in two days a whole Clan of Yautja was coming to stay for a month until the treaty signing. How the hell was she going to keep them away from her!?

“I’ve already assigned my two best warriors at your side,” Bakuub suddenly announced. “They will personally watch you during the Clan stay here.”

Cross opened her mouth to protest but a stern growl from her great-great-grandfather stopped the words in her throat. “You will not argue with me on this, Cross, I don’t trust your ooman guards to protect you from Yautja males.”

Gritting her teeth, she nodded when she knew she couldn’t argue with him on that. Better to have two guards that can knocked down a wall then two who can’t. Before Cross can ask any more question her father came into the room. His one gray eye was on her and not the eight foot seven Elder.

“You told her everything?”

Bakuub nodded. “I don’t understand why you never told your daughter of our bloodline.”

Edwin grunted. “I have my reasons, Elder.”

“But there’s nothing on you that indicate you’re part Yautja!” Cross protested, looking her father up and down with wide eyes.

Growling, Edwin took off his black trench coat and unbuttoned his shirt before pulling it off. Cross’s eyes winced at the sight of her father’s scarred body but when he turned his back toward her, she gasped. His back had certain stripes that resembled a Yautja. Although it was faint, Cross can see it clearly. As soon as she had her fill, Edwin put his shirt and trench coat back on. While the two conversant, Bakuub reached for his wrist communicator and sent a message to his guards

“Who are you calling?” Edwin eyed the Elder suspiciously.

Bakuub trilled. “I want to introduce your daughter to her two new personal guards.”

Edwin’s brows snapped together. “What!?”

“I will explain it to you later,” the Elder clicked impatiently. “It won’t be long until they come.”

At the news a growl rumbled in his throat. The General didn’t like it one bit…knowing that not only one but two Yautja males will be standing guard of his daughter.

“Don’t worry, Edwin, everything will be alright.” Bakuub growled softly. “She will be well protected.”

The Elder’s word should reassure the General…but why couldn’t he get this awful feeling out of the pit of his stomach?

==

True to his words, it didn’t take long for the two new guests to arrive and the alarm ringing throughout the Colony alerted them of that. Biting back a curse, General Edwin was first out the door with Cross close at his heel.

“Hostile aliens’ life-form detected at the courtyard, all military personnel please report to the courtyard.”

Cross grimaced at the computer voice coming out of the speaker systems, echoing throughout the corridors. Already the General was communicating with his men through his ear piece, ordering them to stand down. By the time they made it into the courtyard the soldiers had made a circle around the two Yautja males with their guns aimed at them. But the two Yautja, Cross noticed, haven’t drawn out their weapons, in fact, they were trying to look as harmless as possible. Not a fat chance, their towering height and muscles mass was already intimidating enough to humans.

“Stand down!” the General barked as he approached them, the soldiers were hesitated to lower their weapons but did as ordered.

Upon approaching, Cross studied the two new Yautja and tilted her head to the side. The two stood at eight foot two evenly, both inky black dreadlocks hung passed their shoulders and decorated in silver and blue ring. Even their masks had the same symbols carved on to their foreheads. Their scales, Cross noted, were almost black, you couldn’t even see the stripes patterns on it. And their stature built was more slender, although, still muscular then a human.

“Lar'ja and Halkrath, they’re also rare for our species,” Bakuub appeared beside her. “I’m sure you noticed by now they’re twin.”

Seeing their Elder, the twin Yautja bowed their heads. The General dismissed his men and waited for his daughter and Bakuub to approach them.

“Lar’ja, I would have thought you two would sneak in here.” Bakuub remarked.

“Apologies, Elder, we thought the oomans knew of our situation.” Lar’ja muttered, clicking his mandibles thoughtfully.

“Now they do,” he nodded to Edwin. “Perhaps a more private chamber is necessary.”

==

Once they made it inside the General’s office, Cross finally let go of the breaths she had been holding in.

“Cross, I should hope these two Honored Warriors meet your standard.” The Elder said beside her.

As he was saying this, Cross bowed her head in their direction.

“Halkrath of the R'ka Luar-ke Clan,” this Yautja, Cross noticed, had a very deep scar across his stomach.

“Lar'ja of the R'ka Luar-ke Clan,” this one, Cross noted, was missing an index finger on his right hand and had it replaced with an artificial one.

General Edwin studied the two with hooded eyes. During his stay on the Clan Ship, Edwin heard of the stories about the rare twin Yautja warriors. One story even told the twin cleaning out a hive of Xenomorph side by side. Bakuub made a fine choice in bodyguards for his daughter.

“That still doesn’t explain why she need the two,” the General growled, turning his gray eye towards the Elder.

Bakuub nodded. “Come, let us talk privately.”

The General nodded and followed the Elder into another part of the room, leaving the three new comrades to get acquainted. Cross turned to the two and knew they were staring at her through the visors of their masks.

“Do any of you speak…English?”

Lar'ja, she recognized, gave a soft trilled. “We are required to learn the Earth language during our trip here. Our Elder wanted us to be able to communicate with you.”

Cross grimaced at a thought. “Did the Elder mention the situation to you?”

The brothers glanced at each other before returning their attention to their new charge.

Halkrath was the one to answer, but at a very slow pace. “Our job, protect you, no Yautja touch you.”

Cross frowned at his broken English, but Lar’ja was already explaining. “My brother is lazy and does not bother studying like he should.”

Cross nodded. “I appreciate his effort.”

Lar’ja trilled his amusement.

Halkrath merely grunted.

Cross glanced at the two before turning her attention away. In a matter of two days the rest of the Clans were coming and a month after that the treaty papers will be signed. Peace between the human race and the Yautja Clan…she remembered her father once telling her the two can never co-exist in peace, perhaps he was wrong. For the first time in two and a half year…Cross felt her old self again.
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