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A/N: Okay, I kinda got freaked out during the whole Tsunami since I live in the Bay Area and when they played the Emergency Frequency when I was watching TV that night, I couldn’t sleep at all. And it made me think a lot about things. Soooooooo, ima just continue with my story because its taking a while to find a Beta Reader and also cuz, hey, who knows how much longer we have on this planet and might as well do things you love while you have the chance. And what I love to do is write stories. But, if you like to correct me on things just send it to my e-mail, bopa03@yahoo.com and I will edited it. Is yall feeling me on this? Hahaha, alrighty then!

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Lieutenant Samson had just received a message from the Yautja’s Clan Ship and was on his way to his General’s office with the news. But the second Samson walked in he instantly halted. It could be possible the Lieutenant was seeing things and yet it was cleared as day in front of him! His General was practically covered in bruises! Never had Samson seen this much bruises on the General.
“What is it, Samson?” the General barked impatiently.
“We received a message from the Yautja Clan Ship saying they will arrive in five hour of Earth’s time.”
General Edwin took in the information with a nod. “Have the preparation for the Elders and their Clans’ sleeping arrangement been made?”
His Lieutenant Samson nodded. “They are to resident in the building connected with military.”
“Good, find Captain Cross and bring her to me,” he ordered before returning his attention to the computer screen in front of him.
Samson saluted his General before exiting his office.

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Cross couldn’t stop it if she wanted to, but she kept wincing every time Halkrath landed a hit on her son. At each hit, Connor fell to the ground with a grunt of pain. The Honored Warrior kept barking at the Unblooded to continue his attack. Connor was skilled, she gave him that, but he was too much in a rushed when facing his opponent, even Halkrath realized it. Cross mentally counted every time Connor’s back hit the ground.
She was beginning to lose count.
“I told you not to rush!” Halkrath roared his impatient.
Connor struggled to his feet with a groan of pain and quickly shook off the woozy feeling threatening to overcome him. He didn’t know how much longer he can take it. The second Connor woke up from the floor, he found the Honored Warrior staring down at him and barking orders for him to dress and meet him in the sparring room. Connor was actually surprised Betanu wasn’t the one to train him. In the beginning the young warrior was actually excited to train with another Honored Warrior with his mother watching. But after blows by painful blows, Connor was starting to regret it.
“Get up!”
With a roar Connor jump to his feet and once again, to Cross’s disappointment, he rushed toward Halkrath who easily knocks Connor back down. The Captain desperately wanted to end the training, but that would make her son appear weak. Forcing her face to remain expressionless, Cross folded her arms underneath her chest and continued to watch the match from the bench.
Lar’ja, who’s been standing beside her, wasn’t fooled by her cold display. He can easily smell the anxiety coming off her. Without taking his green eyes off the match in front of him, Lar’ja casually nudge her on the shoulder. With what he thought was a gentle nudged nearly knock the Captain off bench.
“Dammit,” she cursed and glared at the eight foot two Yautja standing beside her. “What is it, Lurk?”
Lar’ja shook his head in annoyance. “You call me by two names, Lark and Lurk, if you cannot pronounce my name at least chose one!”
Cross bit her lips to keep from smiling, although her eyes still stayed on the match she said. “I like both.”
The Yautja growled his displeasure.
“Enough!” Halkrath snapped, his mandibles flaring in annoyance at his fallen opponent. “You will rest for an hour and come back to continue your training.”
Connor struggled to his feet with his hand holding the side of his ribs; already it was pulsing in pain from where Halkrath kicked him earlier. Holding back a groan, the young warrior nodded. With a grunt, Halkrath turn and left the training room with Lar’ja walking behind him. Connor was quick to lowers his eyes at his mother’s approach. He didn’t know why he was preforming the way he was. When he trained with Betanu during his time on the Clan Ship, Connor was always on his feet, always ready to defend himself against any attack his opponent threw at him. But sparring with Halkrath felt entirely different, the Honored Warrior fought him as though he was punishing him! Connor didn’t know why he couldn’t keep his mind on the match, perhaps he knew his mother was watching his every move that distracted the young warrior.
“Is something on your mind, Connor?”
At her voice he lifts his eyes from the floor with a small and weary sigh. “I’m normally not like this,” he didn’t know who was he was trying to convince, his mother or himself.
Cross arched a thoughtful brow. “Oh really? Tell me of your training with…Betanu?”
At the reminder of his ‘sperm donor’ Connor felt his lower mandibles twitch in irritation. “Pretty much the same with Halkrath,” he said with a careless shrug.
Connor may try to hide it, but Cross clearly heard the hostility in his voice. “Were you and Betanu not getting along on the Clan Ship?”
A low growl rumbles deep in his throat. “You heard him, mom, he wants you as his mate!” he snapped angrily. “I won’t let him have you!”
Cross quickly turn her head away from him; she definitely didn’t want him seeing the blush spreading across her cheeks. Her blood still surged with both anger and lust for the eight foot Yautja male by the name of Betanu.
“I appreciate your concern, Connor, but I can handle Betanu.”
He scoffs. “He seems pretty convinced you will have him. During my time on the Clan Ship, many females approached Betanu during the mating season. He seems to be a great catch or something.”
“Well I don’t want him,” she bit out with irritation, just the thought of last night made her fists clench in frustration. “Betanu and I are completely different.”
Connor’s red eyes regard his mother while she stares at the floor. His felt his left hand twitch in anger at the sound of her heart racing every time he mentioned Betanu’s name. At the moment, Connor couldn’t afford to lose his anger, especially in front of his mother. During his time on the Clan Ship, Connor was able to let loose his anger and take it out on other male who challenged him. But standing in front of the woman who’d raised him since he was a suckling, Connor had to keep his rage in check. It practically took him a full month to convinced Betanu he was able to control the rage. Connor’s had given the Honored Warrior his word to control himself and he will! Still he couldn’t help but be a bit worried his mother might find that damn ‘sperm donor’ attractive. Why? He didn’t know.
At her son’s silence, Cross stares at him with worry eyes. His body language was literally vibrating with anger, just the thought of him losing control again made her take a cautious step back. “Connor, you okay?”
Whatever he was thinking about must not be good, she thought worriedly.
“I’m okay,” his words were soft, but she heard them clearly. “I won’t lose control, I promise.”
Hearing his reassuring words made her smile. “I trust your words, Connor,” she gave him a nod. “Don’t disappoint me.”
He gave a low growl before bringing a fist to his armored chest. “My word is my honor.”
My boy is all grown up; she thought with pride and gave him a pat on the arm. Just than the doors to the training room opens and in walks Samson, her father’s second in command.
“Captain Cross,” he greet with a salute, at her small nod he lowered his arm. “General Edwin needs to see you in his office.”

He could have called me on the radio; she thought dryly.
Hearing the General’s name, Connor felt his body tense in anger. It’s been two and a half year since he last seen the arrogant and cruel General Edwin. The thought of pounding that one eyed ass into the ground was a tempting thing, but he’d already given his word to his mother he will behave! Damn, if only there was a way around it!
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With Connor beside her, Cross entered her father’s office and nearly turn around and left. Seeing Betanu again was something she desperately wanted to avoid, but seeing the eight foot Yautja male in the General’s office standing beside the Elder literally made her lips curled back in annoyance. But being in the presence of her father made her stood her ground. With an inaudible sigh, Cross forces her feet to move and stand in front of her father’s desk who sat there with his one gray eye glaring at the growling figure behind her.
“General,” she bowed her head. “You called for me?”
Hearing her voice, Edwin turned his attention away from the eyesore. “We just received words from the Clan Ship; they will arrive within five hours.”
Can’t wait, she thought bitterly.
“It’s your job to keep the peace between the Yautja and the civilians within the Colony,” the General explained, Cross already knew that. “My job is to keep communication between the Councilmen and the Elders while they continue their negotiation with the treaty.”
Cross’s brows snap in confusion by his words. “I thought they came to term with the treaty.”
“They have, but they still like going through it,” he explained wearily, in other words, they’re still arguing. “And within a month they will sign it and leave.”
While the Captain and the General continue their conversation, Elder Bakuub had noticed the hostile look in his ooman bloodline’s eyes the second she’s seen Betanu. The Elder was suddenly curious to know what went on between the two.
“Have you done something dishonorable towards my bloodline, Honored Warrior Betanu?”
Behind his mask, Betanu eyes were too busy drinking in the sight of his future mate. But hearing the low warning growl coming from the Elder snaps him out of thought. “Never, Elder, I just gave her the terms of becoming my true mate.”
Bakuub’s mandibles twitch with amusement. “You tried to dominate her, in other words.”
“I simply told her she will not be allow to mate with other males other than me,” he explained in a reasonable tone. “And if she does, I will kill him.”
The Elder shook his head in disappointment. “You must understand, Betanu, much like our females, ooman females don’t like to be controlled. You must give to them what they want.”
“Was your ooman mate like that?”
At the thought of his ooman mate, the Elder’s hand clutched over the small brown pouch attached to his waist. “Nihkou'te was the last pup I had. The emotion these ooman females can show you is a gift. It’s one in a million to find something like that from our own females.”
“I don’t seek to control her, Elder,” Betanu protest. “I just want her to know, I want her.”
The Elder’s glowing purple eyes shine their approval. “Then be gentle with her, show her you’re more than just, in ooman term, a muscles head.”
Standing beside the door, Connor didn’t know who to keep his eyes on, the General or Betanu. Too be honest, Connor was still a bit rusty with his specie’s language, the things the Elder and Betanu were talking about didn’t register to the Youngblood’s mind. The only words he was able to catch from the Elder were ‘female’ and ‘control’ and from Betanu, he was only able to understand ‘seek to control her’ and ‘want her’ whatever the hell the two were talking about didn’t agree with Connor one damn bit!
“Understood, General,” Cross saluted the General before leaving his office with an irritated Connor trailing behind her.
“Mom, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” he hissed.
“Lower your voice, Connor,” she muttered, giving each military personnel a nod in the corridors.
Connor hisses in frustration at each and every one of them who passed by him. “This is important!”
“Connor!” she snapped a warning at him. He was quick to lower his eyes and head.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered.
“We will talk about it later,” she said as she continues walking down the corridors. “I have to meet with some people, assign guards to what sector when the Yautja arrives and check on the condition on the sleeping quarters for the Elders and their Clans. I will speak with you later, okay?”
You idiot, she’s a Captain first and a mom second, remember? His child voice snapped at him. He was starting to become clingy again, he realized with dread. Muttering his understanding, Connor stops in the middle of the hall and watch his mother disappear around the corner.
“Connor?”
Hearing a familiar feminine voice from behind him, Connor turns around and gave a small smile. “Hello, Aunt Kelly, it’s good to see you again.”
Kelly returns his smile. “You truly became a Yautja warrior, Connor,” she complimented. Her green eyes studying him from head to toe; it still amazed her at how fast their growths are. No longer was she staring at the five foot Connor who cling to the Captain’s side. No, this Connor stood over her at six foot three and dressed in a net like suit with a loin cloth. The only weapon he had on was a staff that was attached to his back. His inky black dreadlocks was now decorated with silver trinkets and grown passed his broad shoulders.
“Your mother must be happy to see you again.” She said, her emerald green eyes searching for any signs of the Captain. “Where is she?”
“Busy,” he muttered, shrugging a shoulder. “The Clan Ship will be coming soon and she’s got a lot of things to do.”
He may look bored saying it, but Kelly clearly heard the sadness in his voice. Six foot two with the heart of a child, perhaps he hadn’t change from the inside, she thought sadly.
“Well, since she’s busy do you wonna hang with me today?” she asked, tugging on his arm to follow her. “There’s tons of stuff I need to get from the supply room and you’re just the height I need to get it for me and even carry it.”
“But I have training in an hour…”
“Oh, trust me, it will be fast, I promise!” she assured him.
Females, they’re all the same, he thought wryly. “Alright, but if I’m late I have you to blame.”

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Standing in front of her squad leaders, Cross decided to pair each team in a number of two in every sector. The two squad leaders will have assigned ten trained soldiers to help them patrol. After dismissing them, Cross and her second, Percy, was walked through the side of the Colony where they will place the Elders and their Clans. The temperature in the Yautja‘s sector was around 100 degrees, just walking through it felt as though they were wondering around Hell! Cross gave a tugged at the collar of her shirt as they continued the tour as the technicians explained the surrounding. By the time they were done, both Percy and the Captain were sweating through their uniforms.
“Ugh, I need to change out of this,” Cross sigh. “I will meet you later in the docking arena.”
Percy gave a nod. “Yes, Captain.”
Cross was quick to reach her apartment and change out of her uniform and stroll naked toward her bathroom. Feeling the cooled water run down her back, Cross knew it would be no more than two hours before the Yautja Clan Ship will be arriving. She just hopes everything will go according to plan. Keep the peace and wait a month until the treaty signing. It was more easily said than done, she thought bitterly. Despite the sound of the shower, Cross heard the alert beep coming from the front of her door. Turning off the shower, Cross put on her robe before answering the door. She shouldn’t have been surprise by her visitor. She would have shut the door in his face if he hadn’t already wedge in his bulky frame in between the doors.
“What do you want, Betanu?” she snapped.
“I only wish to speak with you,” he said.
She scoffed. “I heard that lie before.”
“I give you my word,” he vowed, bringing a fist to his chest. “I wish to make amends with you.”
“Wait until I dress and I will let you in,” she said, waiting for him to take a step back.
Betanu nodded his understanding and waited outside until she finished dressing. After she was done, did she allow him back in. Eight foot of pure massive muscles was the only thing to come to her mind as he tucked under her doorway. Only dressed in his mesh suit and loin cloth with his mask on, Cross eyed him from the slit of her eyes. Did he really think she can forgive him for what he’s done?! Turning her on and leaving her unsatisfied was a cruel thing to do, well, in her eyes it was.
“I apologize for the other night,” he began, “I must’ve acted like an insolent pup not getting his way.”
Cross was instantly perked by his words and eager to hear more. “Go on…”
“I must understand you ooman females do things differently when it comes to choosing a mate.” He said.
Cross listened to his words and shifted uncomfortably. “Betanu, you know it might not work even if we tried.”
Betanu chirps. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I can never leave Earth to be with you and my father is known to hate Yautja, despite his blood,” she explained hastily. “We are two completely different species…”
“And yet that didn’t stop you from raising a Yautja suckling and keeping him a secret from your Sire,” he argued. “I admire you, Cross. I will not force you to leave your home planet and will stay with you. As for your Sire, I will do whatever it takes to stay by your side.”
“You’re awfully quite accommodating right now,” she observed suspiciously. “What brought on this…change?”
“I found out the quickest way to lose a female is by trying to dominate her.” He approached her cautiously. “I don’t wish to frighten you away. My species are not animals you ooman had come to viewed us.”
Cross damn near walk out the room without a backward glance. She rather they have a fight then this kind of talk! She was never good with this, even when she was with Constantine; she easily found ways to avoid it. But how was she going to with Betanu? He clearly was determinate to have her accept him as a mate. Although the thought of having him in her bed was a tempting thing, but now wasn’t the time to think between her legs. He had to see things will never work out, they were completely different!
“Betanu…”
“I’m not asking you to decide now, think on it.” He lowered his head until he was able to brush his mandibles against her hair. The scent of her alone made his body vibrate in pleasure. Straightening back up, Betanu shook off the urge to purr at the female.
“You might kill me if we have sex,” she muttered, hoping he will see reason.
Betanu chirped and walked towards the door. Cross thought he was leaving but hearing the door clicked, she knew he had locked the door. “What are you doing?” she questioned suspiciously.
“You wish to inspect me,” he simply said as he began stripping himself of his mesh suit. “I assure you I’m no different from your ooman males.”
The words were stuck in her throat as she watched helplessly as he removed his suit and his hands move to untie the strings to his loin-cloth. It was then she realized she’s never seen him without his loin-cloth and suddenly the thought excited her! With a flick of his wrist, the loin-cloth dropped to the ground and so did her jaw. Cross admit she’d been with plenty of men and seen all kinds of shapes and sizes, but Betanu seemed to over shadow all those men. Long, thick and wow, was the only thing to come to mind, perhaps she was wrong when she said there was no way they can have sex. Maybe a bit oversized then what she was used to, but there was always way to work it in. And judging by how proudly he stood there, un-bashful of his aroused manhood, told her, he was clearly thinking the same thing.
“You’re pleased,” he purred, loving the way she stared at him with longing.
“You’re hairless down there,” she observed breathlessly.
“Yautja males have no hair down there,” he explained patiently, but the urged to release his mating musk was damn overwhelming.
Cross’s lips form a ‘o’ as she continue to study him. “Have you ever been with a human female?”
He shook his head. “I never consider taking one…”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re wearing your mask,” she grinned and approached him.
Behind his mask, Betanu watched with delight as the smaller female approached him of her own free-will. He was suddenly afraid to breathe as she lifts a delicate hand and ran her fingers lightly over his erected cock. At her touched his body shook and Betanu came damn close to ripping off his mask and taking her. Betanu had his mandibles shut tightly to keep from whimpering his pleasure as she continue exploring him.
“I will not be responsible for my action if you keep this up, Cross,” he hissed, his massive body shuddering. “You’re killing me…”
At his words, a light bulb popped into her head. With a cunning smile, she whispered. “Betanu, why don’t you lie down on the bed, huh?”
His stomach tightened at the thought of having her on top of him. “You hadn’t agreed to…”
“You said only if I wanted pleasure do I have to agree to be your mate. But I’m thinking about your pleasure.” She objected, urging him into the bedroom and towards the bed. “C’mon, Betanu, what are you afraid of, huh?”
Hearing the challenge in her voice made his chest puffed out. Growling deep in his throat, Betanu did as he was instructed and laid on his back. Grinning, Cross shrugged off her black uniform jacket and tosses it on a near-by chair.
“I’m assuming you will keep your mask on?” she asked as she takes off her black leather gloves.
“And what is it you’re planning to do to me?” he questioned curiously.
Cross chuckles as she tucked her gloves behind her waist band. “Ever heard the term, oral pleasure?”
Betanu trilled softly. “You seem to forget my tongue on your…”
“Okay!” she snapped, blushing from the root of her hair. “I guess what I should’ve said was, have you ever received oral sex?”
At her words his massive body shook with laughter. “I rather not have my cock anywhere near our female’s mouth. Besides, our female demands pleasure, it is our duty to provide it.”
Cross arched an amused brow at that. “Lucky them,” she grinned and straddled her legs over his thighs. During their talk, his cock had gone soft, to her disappointment, but it was easily fixable. His body tensed at the feel of her fingers stroking his cock back to erection. A deep growl rumbled in his chest when the pad of her fingers play with the head of his rod. Cross was surprised to find his male-part was soft to the touched, unlike the rest of his body and sensitive from the looks of it.
“Do you trust me?”
It was hard to concentrate on her words with her talented fingers stroking him, but he managed to gasps out one word. “Sei-i.”
Cross couldn’t help but feel pleased at how much she aroused this warrior beneath her. Already the tip of his hard cock was emitting pre-cum, much to her delight. Eyeing him through the thickness of her eyelashes, Cross lower her head and darted her tongue out for a lick. Betanu whole body jerked at the jolt of pleasure shooting through him. He watched through the visor of his mask as she continues to use her pink tongue to lick the length of him. Low whines threatened to spill from his mouth when she close her delicious lips over the head of his cock and suck. The urged to push deep into her throat nearly shattered his self-control and instead he decides to thrust his claws into the bed and ripped through the mattress. But hearing the sound of ripped fabric, Cross jerked her head up while Betanu growled in protest.
“You’re destroying my bed!” she cried.
Staring down where his claws were embedded, he grimaced at the white feathers already spreading around the bed. But his throbbing cock was demanding more of his attention then the wounded bed! He gave a low growl when she continued to frown at him.
“Cross,” he whimpered.
Hearing the aching plead in his voice, her lips curled into a devilish grin. “You owe me big time,” she muttered before wrapping her lips around his weeping rod. The feel of her hot wet mouth pleasuring him made him throw his head back with a growl. He was starting to lose control; the tension tightening in his stomach was beginning to build. The urged to hold back and make the pleasure last was impossible! With her mouth sucking him and her hand cupping and squeezing his heavy sacs, Betanu was seconds away from achieving his orgasm when suddenly she pulled away with a wicked grin.
“Cross!” he roared, his cock throbbing in pain now.
“Payback for last night, Betanu, it’s only fair,” she said before leaving the bed and reaching for her jacket. “You can use the cold shower to cool off.”
“You can’t do this to me!” he growled, not caring if he sounded childish.
Her only respond was throwing him a wink before leaving the room. The second she close the door, the loud roar of a frustrated male Yautja was heard throughout the corridors.

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“There is an evil glint in your eye,” Lar’ja observed the female sitting in front of him.
Cross had come to the mess hall to eat alone, but, sadly, it wasn’t meant to be when the twins spotted her and joined her. Hulk had kept his distance while Lark sat on the opposite side of the table from her. Looking around, Cross was glad some of the military personnel had grown accustomed to their presence while others still glared at the twins with hostility.
“Good,” she bit out as she stabbed into her meatloaf. “I’m just frustrated.”
“So is Betanu,” Halkrath muttered dryly.
The twins had been closed by when they heard the frustrated roar of the Yautja male. Lar’ja had cringed in sympathy while Halkrath laughed his ass off.
“Another hour and the Clan Ship will arrive,” she sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “I have more important things to think about…”
The twins nodded their understanding.
Cross was still pushing her food around when she felt a very familiar presence approaching her. Looking up from her food, she smiled at the sight of her son walking towards her.
“Connor, what have you been doing all day?”
“Helping Aunt Kelly,” he muttered sitting beside her.
Cross didn’t need to ask what was wrong with him; she’s been too busy to pay him any attention. The most time they’ve spent together was when she watched him trained with Halkrath this morning. Who knew how long he was staying before returning to the Clan Ship with Betanu. They only had an hour until the Elders and their Clans come, Cross didn’t know if they would have any time together during. She just hoped her son will understand.
“And you missed your training,” Halkrath growled.
Connor lowered his head. “Apologies, it won’t happen again.”
Cross was about to give him a pat on the arm when suddenly the red alarm rang throughout the Colony. The Captain was instantly on her feet with the three Yautja males.
“Alert, alert, unidentified aircraft detected, all military personnel, please report to the courtyard.”
Cross listened to the computerized female voice and frowned. Perhaps the Clan Ship arrived early, she thought. They all ran until they reached the courtyard, the first thing she’s see was the soldiers surrounding the alien aircraft with their weapons aimed at it. The General was already there with Elder Bakuub standing beside him. Cross was actually surprised the Clan Ship was so small!
“That’s not the Clan Ship,” Lar’ja said beside her. “It looks like an Arbitrator’s ship.”
“The ship looks like it belong to Vor'mekta,” Halkrath hissed beneath his breath.
Cross watched the door of the ship opens and the large figure emerging from the ship made her take a step back. Dangerous was the only thing to come to her mind at the new arrival of the Yautja male. The eight foot two male emerged from the ship dressed for battle. He was cloaked from head to toe in armors and weapons. The mask he wore had a part of it destroyed, revealing to her a solid black eye. Like the other males, his body was massive and scarred, but his scales were deep shade of green and the stripes on him had an odd pattern to it. His black dreadlocks, she noticed, had some streaks of gray in it, indicating he was probably close to being Elder Bakuub’s age. Like the others, his dreadlocks were decorated in solid gold trinkets.
“Elder Bakuub,” the new Yautja greeted her great-great-grandfather.
Bakuub acknowledged him with a nod. “Arbitrator Vor’mekta, what brings you here?”
“I’ve been assigned to keep the peace during the Clans stay here,” Vor’mekta explained.
“We don’t need you here,” a voice growled.
Behind his mask, Vor’mekta’s mandibles twitched in irritation. He’d forgotten the Hybrid watched over the Colony he’d been assigned to. “Good to see you again, Hybrid,” he snarled.
Edwin’s fingers curled into fists at the sight of the Arbitrator. Seeing the Yautja again brought back unwanted memories of his childhood during his stayed at the Clan Ship. Many had tormented the General for his human complexion, but none was as horrible as Vor’mekta. Edwin still had the scars from his fight with the arrogant Arbitrator.
“I want you off my planet, you ass!” the General roared.
“That is not your decision to make, ooman!” Vor’mekta snapped. “I was handpicked by the High Elder to watch over the Elders and their Clans while they stay on this pathetic planet!”
Cross watched the new Yautja and her father argue while the Elder stood in between to keep the peace and was failing miserably at it. Halkrath decided the moment to help and step in between.
“Who is that?” Cross nudged Lar’ja in the arm.
“That’s Arbitrator Vor’mekta, hunter of the Badbloods. He’d been assigned to also watch the peace during the Clans stay here.”
To be honest, Cross was relieved to hear that. She would be lying if she said she can break up a fight between two Yautja. Human she can easily handle, but trying to break up an eight foot, four hundred pound of pure muscles aliens can be a serious challenge to a five foot nine, one hundred plus pound human female.
“Why is General Edwin arguing with him?”
Lar’ja grunted. “They have a bad history together from the looks of it,” he observed, trying to listen in between the growls and clicks.
Cross was starting to get worried her father might get into another fight with a Yautja. The bruises and cuts on his face was already beginning to heal, but Cross didn’t want to take the chance of her father becoming seriously hurt!
Connor, on the other hand, was ready to see the General get his ass kicked!
The Captain was ready to step in between when a sudden hush fell over everyone. It was then she realized a dark shadow had cloaked over them and knew something big must be blocking the sun. Looking up, Cross was amazed by the massive ship hovering over them. She never realized how stealthy the Yautja’s ship was!
“The Clan Ship has arrived,” Lar’ja muttered.

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