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“Cross, are you alright?”

Tearing her eyes off the floor, Cross looked up to see Kelly standing there staring at her with concern eyes. It was then she noticed she was just sitting on one of the courtyard’s bench with her hands in her hair. Glancing over her shoulder she grimaced at the sight of the twin Yautja standing ten feet from her. Resisting the urged to growl at them, Cross tore her eyes away and continued to stare at the groud, just remembering the Elder’s words made her fists clench in anger.

"They must remain with you at all times; their scent must cling to your skin to let others know you're already mated."

The General grunted, his one gray eye glaring at the two Yautja standing behind her.

“I understand that but…”

“There is no arguing with me on this, they will stay inside you chamber and sleep on the same bed with you…”

Bakuub's voice kept replaying itself over and over again in her head. It was for her own safety and yet she couldn't help but hate it.

“Cross?”

Sighing heavily, Cross turned to her friend with a sullen smile. “I’m fine, just a lot on my mind.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Kelly asked concern.

“I got a problem, Kelly…”

She arched delicate brow. “Oh? What kind of problem?”

“Yautja problem,” the Captain muttered, glaring at the ground. “My father and the Elder decided a way to protect me from the males of the Yautja species. They assigned me Lark and Hulk as my guards and now their plan is to make the twins my pretention mates”

“Oh…it’s only pretention, right? I mean…it’s not like you have to have sex with them,” a sudden thoughtful looked came to her pretty face. “Do they want to have sex with you?”

"Kelly, they're going to be my pretention mates!" Cross hissed under her breath. "I mean...I don't care about that, but what if the only Colony residents hear about it?"

Kelly couldn't help but laugh at her friend's embarrass blushed. "Cross, I thought you didn't care about those kinds of things!"

The Captain bit back a groan of despair. "I really don't! But...I just don't like the thought of having them sleep in my bed!"

Sighing, Kelly place a comforting hand on Cross's shoulder and gave it a hard squeeze. "Don't be such a baby, Captain; I'm sure they won't try anything with you..."

Gritting her teeth, she shook her head. "That's not it, Kelly."

Confused, Kelly shook her friend's shoulder. "Then what's the problem?"

Cross was confused herself about her problem, she seriously didn't know what it was that bothered her! Muttering a curse, she stood up from the bench and look down at the worried nurse.

"When I find out, I'll let you know," she said before walking away with the twin following behind her.

Holding back the urge to call her back, Kelly could only watched as her Captain walked away with a stiffed back. Feeling helpless, Kelly only sat there until her friend and her two guards disappeared from sight.

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Edwin was on a rampaged, the men he was sparring with were all bruised, bloodied and exhausted. They didn't know how much longer they can take it! They winced when the General threw the last man off the sparring mat and into a wall. The unlucky man fell hard with a grunt and landed on his face, he never got back up.

"Who's next!?" roared the raged General.

No one dare make a move or breathed in fear of catching their General's attention. Growling a curse, Edwin walked out the training room; as soon as the doors closed everyone in the room sagged in relieved.

"Stupid, pathetic idiots!" the General continued to curse as he made his way down the suddenly emptied corridors.

He was rounding a sharp turn when suddenly he stopped and felt a growl rumbled in his throat. Standing only ten feet from him was his daughter and her pretention mates. Already the General can feel his fingers curling into fists. Cross frowned at her father's dark scowl, neither she nor her two guards made a move.

“General?”

At the sound of his name, his one gray eye glares daggers at his daughter. Pulling his lips back in a silent snarl, the General growls “Bring your dogs into the training arena.” Saying that, Edwin continued on his way towards the training area.

Cross watched her father disappeared and heard a faint growl from behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and grinned at the sight of the two furious Yautja.

“How dare he refer to us as lowly mammal creatures!” Lar’ja roared.

Cross was smart enough to step aside and watched the two Yautja storm in the direction where her father disappeared to. She made a move to follow but a heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“We need to talk, young one,” Elder Bakuub said.

The Captain pushed aside her disappointment at not being able to watch the three spars. “Sure, I was actually on my way to speak with you…”

But the Elder wasn’t fooled, his shoulders shook with laughter. “No worries, by the time we’re done they will still be sparring. Perhaps it will help calm your Sire’s rage.”

Or maybe by the time they’re done one was them will already be dead, she thought with a winced. Giving a small nod Cross followed the Elder into his quarter.

“I still don’t understand why I need Hulk and Lark as my pretention mates. They were prefect as my guards.” Cross continues to argue.

Bakuub chuckled. "For your own protection, Lar'ja and Halkrath are respected warriors throughout the Clans; it will stop most from pursuing you."

Cross held back a bitter curse. "But it still won't stop the others if they try?"

The Elder shook his head slowly, his gray dreadlocks swinging with the motion. "Your Sire was none too pleased about the arrangement, it took quite some time to convince him."

"I still don't know how you accomplished that," she muttered. "You must know a great deal to get my father to agree with you."

"Let's just say...your Sire owed me," Bakuub clicked with amusement.

"Bodyguards I can accept," she said, turning to her great-great-grandfather. "But mates...it's going to take some time getting used to, even if it is an act."

"You were an Elder and they still challenged you when you brought your human mate to your Clan Ship," she pointed out.

Bakuub shook his head. "I became Elder after my ooman mate passed. I was content with being an Honored Warrior, but she was frightened for our unborn suckling and begged me to reach Elder status."

Cross frowned at his words. "Why did she want you to become Elder?"

"Your great-great-grandmother knew she wouldn't survive the birthing and feared for the suckling. If I was to become an Elder my pup was safe from being challenged to a last match."

"A last match?"

"It is how it sounds; no Yautja is allowed to challenge an Elder's pups to a death match."

"But he was still challenged to fights regardless, right?"

"Yes, those he can survive..." Bakuub sighed weary.

Cross shook her head in disgust. "I don't see the fair side of forcing a child to fight."

"It is our way, young one, the strongest survive and the weak falls."

Hard words, she thought bitterly, but closed her mouth to it. Who was she to argue with someone's culture and tradition? But it didn't mean she liked it.

“Come, I know you’re anxious about your Sire and guards,” the Elder trilled softly, “Let’s us see how their fight is progressing.”

==

Elder Bakuub was quick to grab the female’s arm and pulled them to safety when a large object flew in their direction. Bakuub chirped curiously when he recognized the fallen object as Lar’ja. The young Yautja male was mask was off and the right side of his forehead was cut deeply, neon green blood was practically dripping out of it and covering his face.

“I might have to assign someone else to guard my daughter if you can’t handle a single ooman!” the General taunted.

From the floor, Lar’ja growled in fury.

Cross stare at her father in amazement, he was covered in bruises and cuts and yet he was still standing as if nothing was there! The only one who hasn’t sparred yet was Halkrath who was standing off to the side in a very bored manner. Suddenly Lar’ja jump to his feet and rushed towards his opponent with a roar. The ground shook with his heavy steps, Cross was actually expecting her father to step aside but instead they clashed!

“They’re going to kill each other!” Cross’s purple eyes were wide with fear.

Beside her the Elder was starting to worry.

With a growl, the General knocked the persisted Yautja to the ground but at the same time Lar’ja’s wrung his leg and also knocks the General off his feet. The two grunted when they hit the floor at the same time. But Lar’ja was the first to get to his knees and swing a massive fist towards the General’s jaw! Cross winced when his fist connected with her father’s face, red blood spray out of Edwin’s mouth and on to the floor. Cross took a step forward to end the fight but the claw fingers around her arm only tightened.

The Captain turns her frightened but angry eyes toward the Elder. “I have to stop this!”

“You will dishonor them if you do,” Bakuub said calmly. “Lar’ja is proving to your Sire he can protect you.”

Cross winced at the sound of fists slamming against flesh. “It looks like Lark is losing.”

“Do not underestimate him, young one,” he advised.

The words were just leaving his mouth when suddenly Edwin was knocked ten feet into the air by a vicious uppercut. Cross withheld her cry when her father landed back down on the mat with a grunt. Lar’ja threw back his head and roars his victory; unfortunately her father was wobbling to his feet. Flaring his mandibles in aggression, Lar’ja ran towards the dazed General and knocked him back down on the mat. Lar’ja roared at his fallen opponent.

Elder growl and approached the three with Cross walking behind him. Lar’ja and Hathrath bowed their head at their approach.

“Well done, Lar’ja,” their Elder congratulated him.

But their attention wasn’t on their Elder, it was on Cross, unfortunately her attention wasn’t on them as well, it was on her fallen father. Forcing herself not to run to her father in a panic, the Captain approached her General and knelt down beside him. Beaten and bruised, Cross was just happy he wasn’t bleeding as much as Lark was, although his eye- patched was missing, revealing his ruined scarred eye.

“General, are you alright?”

Edwin stirred at the sound of her voice and opens his one gray eye at her. Groaning as he sat up, he winced at the pain coursing through his body. The General had to admit, it’s been quite some time since he fought against an opponent as strong as he. With his daughter’s help, Edwin got to his feet and gave a short nod towards Lar’ja.

“Next time,” the General promised darkly before walking out the training room with his head held high.

“Stubborn ooman,” Lar’ja muttered and felt his mandible twitched in pain.

It was only after he talked, Cross remember he didn’t have his mask on. Even with his face half covered in blood, she can make out faintly on his uninjured mandible were two small gold piercing on his crab-like hooks. And the color of his eyes was a deep green.

Lar’ja turned those sharp green eyes towards her with a huffed of arrogance. “Still think we can’t handle the job?”

Cross’s brows snapped at his words. “That wasn’t why I was worried.”

Growling low in his throat, the victorious Yautja approached the unyielding ooman female. “Then enlighten us, female,” he hissed.

The Elder growled a warning at the Honored Warrior.

Resisting the urged to give her own growl, Cross forced herself not to give in to her frustration. “Listen, it’s not like I’m doubting your skills as bodyguards, believe me,” she bit the words out. “But I rather have you guys as my guards…”

“But we are,” Halkrath interjected softly.

"No, my father and Elder want you guys as my pretention mates...I know it’s an act, but the people here don't know that, what if the other Colony finds out..."

The second those words left her mouth Cross felt like smacking herself on the forehead. Was that the reason why she was so bothered by all of this? Already she felt the blush of embarrassment creeping up her face.

"You're ashamed of us." he wasn't asking, it was more of an accusation.

Cross closed her eyes at his words and shook her head. "Here on Earth...having two mate isn't natural, even if it is an act."

Halkrath grunted.

"Some of your cultures do," Lar'ja pointed out in a bitter tone.

She couldn’t argue with him on that one. “Not my culture,” she muttered and a sudden thought pops into her head. “There were times when Betanu didn’t have his mask on when he was around me and he was able to control himself.”

Lar’ja chirped. “Betanu is Honored Warrior and has many years self-discipline.”

Cross instantly stop walking to turn to him with a curious look. “Aren’t you two Honored Warriors?”

Both Halkrath and Lar’ja puffed out their massive chests with a fist to their armored chest. “Yes we are,” Lar’ja growled arrogantly. “It is the Youngbloods we’re worried about.”

Halkrath took a step towards her with a growl. “We Honored Warrior, centuries older than Betanu, we hunt and take many trophies,” as he was growling this, his talon fingers was already detaching the hoes to his helm. With a hiss he yanked his mask off and flares his mandibles in a roar.

Cross was only startled by the sudden noise but wasn’t nowhere near afraid. In fact she was too busy staring at three small gold ring piercing on the lower left of his crab-like hooks, much like his twin brother. She’s never seen Yautja with piercing before. And the colors of his eyes were a solid gold! Perhaps she was staring too long when suddenly Halkrath lower his head towards her and inhale her scent through his mouth. Lar’ja growled a warning towards his brother. Unsure of his behavior, Cross took a step back from him. Grunting, he straightens back up with a rumble.

Clicking something in Yautja, Halkrath shrugs a broad shoulder. Curious about what he said, Cross taps Lar’ja on the arm. “What did he say?”

Clicking nervously, Lar’ja grunts. “He said…your scent is not all that impressing.”

To be honest, Cross wasn’t insulted by his words, in fact, she felt relief. “Why thank you, Hulk.”

Halkrath grunted, but didn’t correct her on his name; in fact, the eight foot two Yautja was starting to suspect the female only used it when they annoyed her.

“Are you okay?” Cross eyes turned to the injured Yautja standing beside her.

Lar’ja nodded but winced at the movement. “Your Sire can pack a punch. I forgot he was part Yautja.”

Cross grinned at his words. “He will be challenging you again in the future.”

The Elder chose the moment to step up. “Enough, Honored Warriors, Lar’ja you must seek medical attention…”

Suddenly the door burst open and in runs Lieutenant Percy who quickly halted at the sight of the three massive Yautja males standing beside his Captain. Cross turned to her alarmed Lieutenant and judging from the huffed of sweat he was in, she knew something was wrong.

“What is it, Lieutenant?”

“I couldn’t find the General, I had to find you,” Percy rushed, “Captain, we have an unidentified air craft asking permission to dock.”

The Clan wasn’t coming for another day…or perhaps they just decided to come early, she thought.

“And, Captain,” her Lieutenant continued, his eyes wide with worried. “They’re asking for you.”

Cross heard his words and was already running out the door. Her heart was racing in her chest at the image of her son popping into her head. After two and a half years her son was finally coming back home to her.

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