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The Earth’s sun was beginning to set, illuminating the sky in a swirl of orange and pink glow. From afar Betanu watched his female train the ooman soldiers on the courtyard and his chest swelled with pride at her fierce commanding. The training was hard and tiresome, he noted. The ooman soldiers were weakening from their hours of sparring and yet they followed her every words and worked hard to gain her nod of approval. And for a brief second it saddens him not to sire a suckling from her. The image of seeing his female hold a suckling of his tightened something in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Suddenly Betanu jerked out of thought at a painful feminine cry. Looking across the courtyard he realized one of the female soldiers was on the ground with her arm cradled protectively to her chest. Her sparring partner hovered over here worriedly with a scent of guilt. Betanu frowned, had it been a Yautja, he would be shouting his victory at injuring his sparring partner.
“Medic!” he heard Cross shout.
Betanu was making his way towards the group and watched two male carried the injured female off. Upon his approach the ooman soldiers eyed him with caution and fear while others glared at him. Many oomans will be intimidated by the sight of an eight foot muscular Yautja male armed in armor and weapons. Cross, on the other hand, melted at the sight of him. It been a while since she’d seen him donned in his armors and weapons, not that he needed it. His presence alone was enough to have his enemy running toward the hill.
At the challenging gaze of the young oomans, Betanu hissed out a warning. The timid oomans backed away while the bold ones stood their ground.
Cross watched the display with keen interest. Perhaps it was time to introduce her students to the creature their race both envied and despised.
“Rookies,” the Captain addressed her students. “This is Honored Warrior Betanu of the Guan-thwei Clan. Fearsome sight, isn’t he?”
At her words, Betanu straightened his back and let out a ferocious roar. The oomans flinched at the thundering sound while others paled with fear. The ones who didn’t show fear earned his respect. Although he was sorely tempted to remove his mask and see if they pale like the others.
“Can it talk?” one of her rookies asked shakily.
Cross arched a brow and turned her amused eyes towards Betanu. “Well? Can you talk?”
Behind his mask, Betanu’s mandibles lifted into a grin. “Yes, I can speak the Earth’s language well.”
Cross watched her student’s fear melt with excitement. But even with some fear still lingering in their eyes, their curiosity got the best of them.
“What about those two over there?”
Frowning, Cross glance over her shoulder and spotted the twins standing across the courtyard. “Those two…” she returned her attention to her students. “Are twin Lark and Hulk of the R'ka Luar-ke Clan.”
Even from a distance the twins let out a growl of disapproval at their nickname, Cross merely ignored them.
“They follow you everywhere,” Rookie Sonia remarked, her brown eyes staring at the twins with unflinching gaze. “Rumors say they’re your bodyguards.”
Cross’s frown deepened, those damn rumors were really starting to bother her. “Class dismissed!”
Most students were eager to leave while others sulk about it but left the courtyard. Once they were alone, Cross release a sigh of relief while Betanu stood there with his arms folded across his massive chest.
“You’d been standing there and watching me train my rookies for the pass hour,” Cross observed thoughtfully. “As a matter of fact, you had been keeping a close eye on me since the Yautja Clan came to train.”
Although Cross had moved the training outside for more exercise courses, Betanu had still followed her. Even if he had kept his distance from her, she felt his eyes on her every move.
“Have you forgotten the discussion we talked about in your bed chamber?” he reminded her grimly. “I will not leave your side until the Clan leaves. I don’t trust your grandsire.”
“You truly believe Elder Nihkou’te is up to no good?” Lar’ja joined in the conversation with his brother standing beside him.
“I always had known Elder Nihkou’te to be deceitful.”Halkrath snarled.
“Nobody is up to anything!” Cross bit out tiredly, “Betanu is being paranoid.”
Betanu snorted, but decided to let the conversation end when he heard a faint growl. “Come, I can hear your stomach rumbling, its best to get you fed.”

==

Under Betanu’s direct order, Connor has been keeping a close eye on the Elders and their Clan. And frankly it was beginning to bore him. It was the same when he was on the Clan Ship. The Yautja pride themselves on their skill at hand to hand combat. And today, in the training room, Connor was forced to stand in the shadows and watched as the six Yautja males spar amongst themselves. But luckily for him, he was ignored. Holding back a yawn, Connor leaned heavily against the wall with his arms folded across his scarred chest and his tired eyes staring at the sparring matches. The Arbitrator, Connor noticed, was busy typing something into his wrist computer.
To be honest he’d rather be training himself instead of this. That damn sperm donor must be punishing him for something; Connor just wished he knew what!
Suddenly the doors to the training room burst open and in storm the Elders. At the sight of them, Connor sulk deeper into the shadows and watch with keen eyes as they approached the group of startled Yautja. The Arbitrator merely looked up and returned attention to his wrist computer.
“Who the hell do those vermin think they are?!” roared an enraged Nihkou’te.
Connor never personally meant his mother’s grandfather but he knew from his scent that this angry Elder was connected to both the General and his mom. But other than that, Connor never seen a Yautja Hybrid before and was amazed at the difference. Where Connor’s skin was white, the Hybrid was a deep brown and his crown forehead was smaller and void of patterns. But what really caught his attention were the Elder’s eyes, they were the same gray as the General.
“Calm yourself, Nihkou’te,” Elder Bakuub approached him.
“I will not be calm!” he snapped. “Did you not hear what they want?”
“I must agree with Elder Nihkou’te here, Bakuub, those ooman wish to gain secrets of our weapons if they’re to sign the treaty,” Elder Ju’dha said. “If our weapons fell into the hands of those oomans there’s no telling what destruction they will wrought.”
Bakuub nodded. “A few weapons for a chance at peace seem worth it.”
“I don’t trust those filthy insects,” Nihkou’te snarled.
From the shadows, Connor was starting to panic. As he said from the beginning, he was never good with the Yautja language and with the speed the Elders was yapping at each other, he was barely able to catch one word.
“You there!” growled an irritated Nihkou’te.
Connor almost flinches when those cold gray eyes turned in his direction.
“Let’s just say if you had been sneaking into enemy’s base, you would’ve been caught within seconds.”
Remembering the General’s words was enough to send a wave of shame coursing through him. But he wasn’t trying to sneak in here…not that it matter since Elder Nihkou’te was staring at him as if he were an intruder.
“Who are you?!”
Straightening his back, Connor emerged from the shadows with his eyes on the floor. “Connor…” he sighed in disgust, “son of Betanu of the Guan-thwei Clan.”
Nihkou’te’s eyes widened at the sight of the albino Yautja, but it was the name of his sire that had him curious. “Betanu…your Sire is mated to my bloodline.” He put emphasis on the word mate, as if it were a foul thing.
Connor nodded, grinding his teeth at the thought of the sperm donor as his mother’s mate.
In a split second the Hybrid Elder was suddenly looming over the smaller Yautja. Connor stiffened but held his ground. “There’s a scent on you, albino, which catches my interest.”
All the Unblood heard was the word albino and his fists clenched. He knew if he decks the Elder, he would be in a world of hurt. Especially since he was of lower ranking, no one can challenge an Elder unless he was an Honored Warrior and Connor was far from it.
“Why is it…” Nihkou’te growled spitefully, “you carry my bloodline scent?”
Connor frowned and sniffed himself. “My mother name is Akira Cross.”
Spitting flame glowed in Nihkou’te’s eyes and with an enraged roar, he grasps the Unblood’s neck and slammed him into the wall behind him. “You lie!”
“Nihkou’te, release him!” Bakuub barked.
Nihkou’te ignored his father’s order and tightened his fingers around the Unblood’s neck. “You carry her scent, but she is not your Bearer. Tell me the truths, Unblood…are you mating with my bloodline.”
Raw uncontrollable anger snapped inside him and before Connor can stop himself, he swung a mighty fist into the Elder’s maimed mandibles. He watched with bitter satisfaction as the bigger Yautja fall flat on his back. Unfortunately his satisfaction lasted for a brief second before he was surrounded by the Clan with their combi-stick aimed at him.
“You dare touched an Elder, u'darahje!” one of the Yautja growled.
Connor’s eyes went hard; even at the fast rate the Yautja was speaking, he clearly understood the word abomination. The Unblood barely had time to react when a meaty fist plowed into his stomach. Crying out in pain, he fell to his knees with his arms holding his injured stomach. A hard knee came in contact with his face, knocking him back against the wall with a grunt.
“Enough! Step away from the Unblood!” Bakuub pushed aside the aggressive Yautja and stood in front of Connor.
A warning growl from the Arbitrator had the group of Yautja take a step back.
“I call for blood right!” Nihkou’te roared as he was being helped to his feet by Guan.
“You will do no such thing!” Bakuub hissed, his eyes glaring dangerously at his son.
Curling his maimed mandibles, Nihkou’te spat out neon green blood in Connor’s direction. “He bled me; I have the right to bleed him in return. You know the law, Elder Bakuub.”
As much as Bakuub hated it…he knew it was true. But the punishment will be much worse for Connor. With him being an Unblood who’d drawn blood from an Elder…Bakuub shook his head at the thought.
“Be that as it may…you must wait for Cross to decide,” he muttered bitterly.
Nihkou’te’s maimed mandibles flared in anger. “She has nothing to do with this! This thing has no connection with our bloodline!”
“Regardless, he belongs to her!”
His son scoffed. “He’s nothing more than a pet.”
Connor was starting to see where the General inherited his personality from. Using the wall for support, the Unblood pushed himself back to his feet with one arm still cradled protectively over his stomach. The group of Yautja eyed him with hostility and bloodlust, at their gazes Connor lifted his injured mandibles in a silent snarl.
“Connor, stay your ground,” Bakuub warned him, his eyes still on the dangerous group of Yautja.
He nodded, his jaw still aching where the attacker’s knee connected. Shaking his head clear, Connor lifted his eyes off the floor and glared dangerously at Elder Nihkou’te. Connor was ready for anything, hell; he was even ready for the attack from all six Yautja. But what came next had the blood drained from Connor’s face.
The doors burst opened and a loud roar had Connor’s gut dropping to the floor. “What in the blue hell is going on here!?”
It was the General and beside him was the Captain. And behind them were Betanu and the twins.
Elder Bakuub was already approaching the irate General to explain the situation.
Out of everyone, Connor was desperately avoiding his mother’s eyes.
Nihkou’te’s cold gray eyes shot toward Betanu. “Your pup bled me, I demand blood right.”
Betanu suck in a sharp breath at the Elder’s accusation. His yellow eyes narrowed at his son, whose attention were busy studying the floor. Betanu barely took a step forward when Cross pushed pass him and toward Connor.
Forcing her face to remain expressionless, Cross stood in front of her son with her arms folded over her breasts. She noticed the blood dripping from the corner of his lower mandibles and suppressed the urge to take out her Bersa and demand who drawn blood from her son.
Taking in a deep calming breath, she asked in a cool voice. “What happened, Connor?”
Her son still refused to meet her eyes. She sighed. “Are you afraid I will be mad at you?”
Connor shook his head, his black inky dreads swung with the dull motion.
From behind she felt Betanu’s dominating presence, but chose to ignore him. “Connor, answer me!”
His massive shoulders jerked at her tone, but he answered in a mere whisper. “Elder Nihkou’te insulted…me and I lost control and hit him.” Connor didn’t want to repeat the disgusting accusation the Elder had made of him and his mother.
“You know better than to challenge an Elder, pup,” Betanu scolded. “You’re still an Unblood, you had no right…”
“I know, I know,” Connor interrupted him angrily, his red eyes glaring at the floor. “I saw red when the Elder… insulted me.”
Cross listened to his words and knew he was hiding something. Her son can stand insults being thrown at him, this she knows; it had to be something else. But what the hell did Nihkou’te say to anger Connor?
Suddenly the scarred General was in front of the Unblood, his one gray eye glaring at Connor with obvious dislike. “It is true you hit the Elder?”
Straightening his back, Connor met the General’s icy gaze unflinchingly with a nod. “He provoked me.”
This was one of the times the General wish he can smack himself on the head. They may not be related by blood, his daughter and the albino Yautja, but their tempers were the same, he admitted bitterly. “You haven’t changed a bit, pup,” his lips curled in distaste. “Your punishment must be dealt with swiftly. You know the law, right?”
Undaunted, he nodded. “Yes, General, I know the law of my Clan.”
“What is the punishment?” Cross asked stepping in between her father and son, her heart beating wildly at the unknown punishment.
“For putting his hands on an Elder your pet must receive twenty lashes for his punishment. Or else he will be declared a Badblood.”
Cross paled at the harsh punishment her son was to receive. She remembered two and a half year ago she received her own lashing for hiding Connor from her father. Her stomach sank at the sound of the whip and the feel of her flesh breaking at every hit. Oh she remembered the piercing pain well…and now her son was going to be delivered the same punishment, and worst.
“That’s a little harsh, isn’t it, General?”
Edwin scoffed. “He’s an Unblood who’s barely on his way to becoming a Blooded.” At his daughter’s blank expression he sighed. “Let me explain to you in our way, Captain. Connor’s level is no more than a rookie’s and Elder Nihkou’te is a General. If a rookie put his hand on a General it will result in a two days holding cell for him. Unfortunately in the Yautja culture, it results in twenty lashing.”
Cross was already shaking her head furiously. “I will not stand aside and watch you…”
“This discussion is over,” he bit out cruelly. “We have our law and they have theirs. The punishment will be preceded on as plan.”
The Captain was hell bent on arguing with her father, but a hand to her shoulder halted the words in her throat. Glancing over her shoulder, her heart tightened at the pained expression on her son’s face.
“It’s alright, mom, I can take the punishment.”
Her heart jumped from her chest to her throat. “No! This is unacceptable…” she shook her head at the image of seeing her son’s flesh being slice through by a goddamn whip. “Connor…”
Ignoring the throbbing pain in his mandibles, he managed to lift his hooks into a grin. “I’ll be fine…”
Cross can already feel her frustration and anger building up. Spitting out a foul curse, the Captain turned her furious gaze to the arrogant Nihkou’te and approach him.
“You’re pissed off because a kid decked you?” she accused harshly, her eyes glowing with pure hatred. “If you want to spill someone’s blood so badly why don’t we settle this on the mat?”
Instead of anger like Cross expected, Nihkou’te merely threw back his head and laughed. With a curse, the General yanked his protesting daughter back.
“Feisty, isn’t she, R’ka,” Nihkou’te chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. “She truly is your pup.”
Amidst the group of the Yautja males,only one pair of eyes followed every movements of the female. The female, Guan couldn’t believe it, was the pup of R’ka. Disappointment knotted in his stomach at the knowledge.
“Perhaps I was being too hasty,” Nihkou’te admitted slyly. “The punishment for the Unblood can still be further discussed between us…”
Edwin stiffened at his father’s words. He knew damn well Nihkou’te will demand something from Cross if he was going to release Connor of his punishment.
“Until then the Unblood will remain under heavy guard.”
Clenching her fists, Cross watched through hooded eyes as her son was led out of the training room by the Arbitrator. She barely heard Elder Bakuub barking for everyone to leave the room, but by the time she looked up the only ones remaining was her father, Betanu, Bakuub and Nihkou’te.
“They claim to be mother and son,” Nihkou’te remarked bitterly, his gray eyes narrowing at his bloodline.
Edwin stiffened. “They’re not. My daughter found the albino and raised him when he was a suckling.”
Blood connected or not, Nihkou’te recognized the bond the two shared which probably explained why the albino carried her scent, which also meant another means to his plan.
“Were you the one who abandoned the albino?” Nihkou’te turned his attention to the Honored Warrior standing behind the female.
Betanu shook his head. “His Bearer was the one who abandoned him and I came to Earth in search for my pup.”
Even with his flaws, Nihkou’te thought. “I take it that is when you met…her?”
Cross’s eyes glowed with anger at the feel of the Elder’s eyes on her.
Betanu must’ve felt her anger because he decided to put his hands on her shoulders and squeeze gently. “She saved my life,” he whispered in English, his eyes staring at the top of her head. “She fought through a hive of Kainde Amedha where I was held captive. She released me from my cage when she didn’t have to.”
Her mind was still glued to her son and yet her heart was fluttering wildly at the affection in Betanu’s voice. Calling herself all kinds of fool, Cross shook her head to clear herself of those girlish thoughts.
Unfortunately the General wasn’t listening to the story; his cold gray eye was staring at the deadly claws resting comfortably on his daughter’s shoulders.
“Captain, it’s time for us to go,” the General barked, glaring dangerously at the Honored Warrior.
Betanu wasn’t intimidated by the fierce display.
She jerked at her father’s harsh voice, but nodded. “Yes, General.”
Cross barely lifted a foot when a warning growl from Nihkou’te halted her, she looked in his direction to see his gray eyes staring eerily at her.
“Have you not informed your pup of our dinner tonight?” Nihkou’te directed his words towards Edwin but kept his eyes on a scowling Cross.
“It must’ve slipped my mind,” Edwin cleared his throat roughly and turned to Cross. “Cancel your plans for tonight, Captain; we are having dinner with Elder Nihkou’te in an hour.”
She stiffened at the abrupt invite and thought of refusing, but one look from her father held her tongue. Muttering a curse she gave a curt nod and left the training room with Betanu walking behind her.
“I predict tonight will be a fine night,” Nihkou’te shot his son a bitter look before leaving the training room.
“Don’t let him get to you, Edwin,” Bakuub said wearily. “It’s what he wants.”
He shook his head, his palms suddenly felt clammy. “It’s sad as hell when you can’t trust your own father.”

==

“You want us to what?”
Scowling, Cross repeated her demand to her bodyguards. “I want you and Hulk to go and keep an eye on Connor; I don’t trust any of those Yautjas down there with him.”
Halkrath scoffed. “Our orders are to keep an eye on you, not your trouble-making pup.”
Lar’ja translated, but thought it wise to leave out ‘trouble-making pup’ the female was already furious enough; he didn’t want her anger aimed towards his insensitive brother.
She snapped. “You followed my other orders so easily, why is this one so fucking difficult.”
Both Halkrath and Lar’ja shot each other curious look. During their time with the female, they’d come to noticed she rarely used profanity, even in her anger. One time during their brotherly bickering Lar’ja had called Halkrath a fucking idiot in Earth’s language in front of Cross and she snapped. The reason to this was she had lectured them cursing is like a child throwing a tantrum for not getting his way. Lar’ja had sulked afterward with Halkrath still poking fun at him.
“Because those orders didn’t involve us leaving your side for too long,” Lar’ja explained carefully. “We assure you nothing will happen…”
“You don’t know that!” she interrupted him with a growl, her eyes blazing in fury.
With her still ranting on, the twins shot Betanu a pleading look. The Honored Warrior had been leaning one broad shoulder against the wall while he watched his female bicker back and forth with her guards. Only after she threatened to go over to the Yautja side of the Colony did he finally decide to intervene.
“You will do no such thing,” he hissed.
Cross shot him an irritated glare. “You, of all people, should know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my son.”
“I know, I know,” he sighed, running his talons through his inky black dreadlocks. “And that is why I will be the one to watch him while you dine with your bloodlines tonight.”
At his words the anger melted from her face. “You would do that?”
Betanu nodded and turn his attention towards the guards. “Keep a close eye on her. Despite how small she is, my female has a knack for getting into trouble.”
The Captain grunted.
The twins didn’t agree nor disagree.

==

Dinner was a mere fifteen minutes away and Cross was taking her sweet time getting ready. After her shower and getting into her black uniform, she casually strolled to the full length mirror in her bedroom and stared at herself. Death was the only thing to come to mind when she looked herself up and down. Even with her unusual glowing purple almond shaped eyes made things eerie. Brushing back her black and blue hair, Cross sighed and grimaced at the black bags underneath her eyes. The most relaxing sleep she had was with Betanu, but still it didn’t erase the baggy. And now she was going to have another sleepless night worrying over Connor.
Shaking her head, Cross walked to her wall of displayed weaponry, both her automatics and daggers. But the two she valued the most was her two Kanata. One was a gift from her mother before she passed away and the other was from her father when she went on her mission. The black sheath of the Dragon’s Claw winked at her from the light above the ceiling, the choice was an easy one. Bringing down the Kanata her father made for her, Cross strapped it to her side and left the apartment.
Immediately she was greeted by her guards, Lar’ja and Halkrath, who’d been patiently been waiting for her. The Captain acknowledged them with a nod and they bowed in returned.
“Let’s get this night over with, shall we?” she asked oh so pleasantly.
They trilled their amusement.
The trio begins walking towards the private dining room when Lar’ja eyed the weapon attached to her waist worriedly. “Expecting a battle tonight, Cross?”
Back straight and head held high she simply said. “We’re having steak tonight and I need this to cut the meat.”
Halkrath’s mandibles click with laughter. “I didn’t know oomans needed twenty inch swords to cut their meat. Perhaps I should loan her my whip to grab hold of the side dishes too far for her to reach.”
Lar’ja shot his brother a stern look. “Don’t encourage her.”
“She doesn’t understand what I’m saying,” he carelessly shrugged, his solid gold eyes staring at the female walking in front of him. “She smells of fear…”
Lar’ja shook his head. “No, brother, she doesn’t fear for herself…her son is who she’s worried about.”
Halkrath grunted. “The Unblood should’ve known not to lay his hand on an Elder. He must be punished for his recklessness.”
As much as Lar’ja hated it, he agreed with his brother.
“How do you think she’s going to react when she learns of the Unblood’s upcoming Chiva?”
That was one conversation Lar’ja didn’t want to witness. “I’m sure her mate will reveal that to her.”
At the mentioned of Betanu, Halkrath scoffed. “We both know he’s no mate to her.”
Lar’ja shot his brother a warning glare. “You will say nothing about it. Our Elder wants everyone to believe Honored Warrior Betanu and Cross are mated pairs.”
“She doesn’t carry his mark…”
“But his scent, she does,” he argued irritably.
What was the point of arguing? Halkrath thought with annoyance. Elder Nihkou’te isn’t stupid, he will know, probably already does know, that Betanu isn’t mated to the female. When Betanu had emerged from the female’s domain, Halkrath had been sure they mated. Their scent had clung to their skin and he hadn’t known why he felt a sting of disappointment swelling in his chest. But during training, Cross’s front shirt had been ripped from a sparring with one of her student, and to his shock there was no mark on her bosom! And what made it even odder was Halkrath knows for a fact the two was sexually attracted towards each other. He just doesn’t understand why they haven’t mated yet!
Not that he was complaining…
“Here we go…”
Hearing the female’s weary voice, Halkrath snapped out of thought to see her standing in front of a wooden door. He knew they’ve reached their destination.
“You are to go in alone,” Lar’ja informed her. “We’re to stand guard outside and let no one in unless you authorized it.”
She solemnly nodded and jerk opens the door and walked in.

==

Twenty lashes…
Connor still can’t shake the images of his flesh being slice open by the tip of a whip. Hell, not too long ago he remembered and felt his mother’s pain by the sting of the whip. The knowledge of knowing she was punished because of him still brought a tidal wave of guilt through him. And after that, to ensure his safety and keep him beside her, she went on a suicide mission against unknown creatures.
His mom…she’d sacrificed so much for him…
“Are you preparing yourself for your punishment?”
Connor grimaced and glance over his broad shoulder to see Betanu standing outside his cell. “I’m ready,” he muttered.
“What you did today was reckless and foolish,” the Honored Warrior scolded harshly. “You gave me your word when we return to Earth that you have your rage under control.”
His mandibles clicked with irritation. “I have my anger under control.”
“Don’t lie to me, pup, you’re starting to sound like your Bearer.”
Connor frowned at the note of affection detected in his tone. It shouldn’t surprise him that every time Betanu mentioned his mother his hard yellow eyes softened.
“I want to know what the Elder had said to provoked you.”
“You carry her scent, but she is not your Bearer. I want the truth, pup, are you mating with my bloodline.”
Connor’s stomach turned over at the Elder’s words, just thinking about it was enough to make his eyes narrowed in hatred. “I don’t remember…”
“Connor, I will not repeat myself,” Betanu’s voice held an edge of warning.
He stiffened.
Betanu cocked his head to the side as he studied the silent Unblood. He didn’t understand why his son was so reluctant to answer the question.
“Elder Nihkou’te…he accused me of…” he spat out a curse and turned his angry eyes to his, “He accused me of sleeping with my own mother.”
Its no wonder he snapped, Betanu thought. Regardless of the two being years apart, Connor still carried his mother’s scent. Some Yautja on the Clan Ship had even accused his son of being a Hybrid because of it.
“So…the rumors are true…”
Hearing the voice of the Arbitrator, Connor lifted his eyes from the floor to see him standing beside Betanu.
“I always thought the rumors of a Yautja being raised by an ooman were false,” remarked Vor’mekta.
“The rumors are not false, Arbitrator,” Betanu said, his eyes narrowing curiously at the suddenly interested Vor’mekta. “He was raised by the General’s daughter.”
Behind his marred mask Vor’mekta’s mandibles curled into a bitter smile. Everything was beginning to make sense now, he thought amusedly. This probably explains why R’ka was so determined to sully the pup in front of his own flesh and blood.
Perhaps being assigned to watch over this Colony wasn’t going to be so boring after all.

==

“Da…General, where is everyone?”
When Cross had entered the private dining room and had expected to see the Elders and her father seated at the table. But upon entering she halted at the sight of the General sitting at the table alone with his head in his hands.
Hearing her confused voice, Edwin lifted his head from his hands. “I’ve changed the time for dinner; the Elders won’t be here for another hour.” He nodded toward a chair beside him. “Have a seat, Captain.”
She frowned, but did as her father ordered. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?” she asked, taking a seat in front of him.
“Because I wish to speak to you in private,” he said, his voice hesitates and low. “Something important…”
Her father was avoiding her eyes, she noticed worriedly. He was hiding something and was afraid to tell her. What could it be to make her father so…uncomfortable? His scarred face was pulled into a harsh frown, almost as if he was thinking of ways to put the words together. This was unlike him, normally when he wanted to tell her something he got down to the point. His thick black and gray hair looked as though he’s been running his fingers through it over and over again. Even his uniform looked as though he simply threw it carelessly on.
“Cross, I’m surprised you never…ask why I kept it a secret…of our tainted blood.”
She flinched at his choice of words. “I don’t believe our blood is tainted.”
He gave a bitter chuckle. “After what I tell you…maybe you will.”
What the hell did he mean by that? She thought angrily. “General, the reason why I never demand questions is because…I knew you weren’t ready to tell me.”
At his startled look she continued. “Of course I wanted answers, but it seems to pain you every time you mentioned your father.” She said, her eyes staring at the marble floor. “Whatever you have to say…it won’t change my opinion of you or of our blood.”
His throat tightened at her words. “And what is your opinion of me, Captain?” he asked worriedly.
Lifting her eyes off the floor, she gave her father a truly genuine smile. “To me you will always be my father. You do whatever it takes to protect those around you and you may try to hide your intention behind that scowl of yours. You even went against the Councilmen to keep those Xenomorph away from our Colony. You’re a good man, dad, in your own way.”
If possible his throat tightened even more. “A good man, huh?” he croaked.
She nodded with a grin. “I just wish you can get along with my son.”
Instantly the black scowl returns. “That thing isn’t your…”
“That’s another thing,” she interrupted him. “Let’s not get into that right now. You wanted to talk to me…so talk.”
Sighing, Edwin ran his fingers through his hair one last time before lowering his head with a defeated anguish groan. “I never wanted you to know of our Yautja blood. It was something I was willing to take to my grave.” He admitted bitterly. “They are harsh and cruel beings. Only the strongest survives among them. Just second, we ‘re their most prized trophies in the hunt and with me being born the way I am…they viewed me as prey, not a warrior.”
The hands on her lap slowly curled into two tight fists. The thought of her father being abused at a young age was enough to make her blood boil at the injustice he suffered. She knew it was the way of the Clan, but still…it was a cruel fate at such a young age.
“Lucky me, despite my appearance my bone density was just as strong as theirs. I don’t break as easily as humans nor can my skin be cut through like butter. I fought against many warriors and survived with their scars on me.”
Watching her father, Cross knew her father no longer saw her, his one gray eye had wondered off into the memory of his past.
“No matter what I did… I can never earn their respect,” he muttered angrily. “Even my own father saw me as a parasite. If it hadn’t been for Bakuub’s interference I would’ve been dead a long time ago.”
His fingers reach up to trace over the black eye patch he wore over his blind eye. Cross followed his movement and stared at the three ugly scars running from his forehead to his chin. Despite it, her father was still handsome with his rough features.
“Unfortunately, my blood wasn’t only tainted with my father’s…”
She frowned.
“Akira, you must understand the Yautja’s been around before Earth even had life. After some centuries there are some Clans who…kept pets.” The last word left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Pets?”
He gave a jerk nod. “Yes, pets…humans who were breed into the life of the Clan and were kept as slaves.”
Her delicate brows rose at her father’s words. “Human slaves?”
In all her life she’s never known the Yautja to take human slaves!
“Akira…” Edwin lowered his head in shame, his fists clenching and unclenching on his lap. “You understand what I’m telling you, right?”
Human slaves…it was the only thing she can think of. The horrible things those innocent people must’ve suffered.
“Unfortunately, my blood wasn’t only tainted with my father’s…”
Her father’s angry voice echoed in her head and with a shake to the head she saw the pained expression on his face and knew…she knew.
“Oh, dad…”
He lowered his head in further shame and whispered in a voice that no longer belonged to her father. But a broken man who’d suffered at the hands of his own father and Clan.
“My mother, Akira, was a slave…”

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