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Connor awoke in a world of pain, his back felt like it was on fire and someone decided to dump a bag of salt on it. He’d been in pain before while training on the Clan Ship, but never had he felt anything like this! Shaking his head clear of the pain, Connor lifted his head up and hissed at the stinging burn on his back. To be honest Connor was surprised he hadn’t passed out during his whipping. Odd as it may sound; it felt as though his mother was in the room with them. Feeling her presence in the room had helped him take his mind off the pain.
“Don’t move.”
Hearing the stern commanding voice of the Honored Warrior, Connor grunted but laid his head down on the bed. “How long have I’ve been out?” he grumbled.
“No more than an hour,” Lar’ja carefully observed the stitching on the Unblood’s back. “You’re not to leave this bed unless I say so, you hear me?”
Connor painfully nodded his head. “Was my mother here?”
“She’s attending to some business.” He answered gruffly. “Do you wish to see her?”
He was already shaking his head. Connor never wants his mother to see him in such a low state. When he first returned to Earth all he wanted to do was show her how matured he’s grown into. But this wasn’t it…he didn’t want her to see him beaten and humiliated. Whatever she was doing, he hopes it will keep her busy until he was fully healed.

==

“Sectors three and five are cleared, Captain.”
Cross nodded at her Lieutenant’s report. “Good. Keep the Squads and their teams on their posts until their shifts are over.”
Percy nodded and gave the order through his radio.
Holding back a yawn the Captain sipped her coffee while staring at the computer screen in front of her. Four hours into being inside the Colony Headquarter, Cross was starting to feel the weariness coming over her. And yet her mind kept thinking of Betanu. After the whole incident with Guan the Captain had wanted to take a nap before starting her shifts. But unfortunately Betanu had entered her apartment when she was getting ready to settle into bed. Cross always hated confrontation, even with Constantine, she found ways to avoid it. Looking at the eight foot Yautja scowling at her she knew she was in for a long night. Even now she couldn’t get the argument out of her head.
(Flash Back)

Cross held up a hand before he can open those tusks of his. “Before you start let me just say I have a shift starting in three hours and I really need some sleep.” She eyed him weary as she pressed her back against her pillows.
Betanu crossed his arms over his wide chest and grunted. “Let’s make this fast than.”
She bit back a groan of despair. “I was only checking on his wounds, Betanu, I wasn’t doing anything else.”
“You’re not supposed to touch other males while mated, Cross,” he growled, giving her a disapproving look. “And you did it in front of the Elder.”
She frowned. “So…touching other males is bad…?”
“It means you’re giving them leaves to court you,” he snapped impatiently. “And Elder Nihkou’te will see that as an opening.”
Hearing his words made the blood drained from her face. She hadn’t thought her action had done any harm. But she had to remember Yautja culture was completely different from humans. Though there were some similarities. But in order to convinced her grandfather she was mated she had to act like it! And yet the question still remains…why was it so important she be mated? Just what was her grandfather planning?
Sighing she bowed her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”
Her shoulders tensed when she felt his large hand cup her shoulder. “There’s no need to apologize, I realized now I forgot to mention it.”
Looking at him she patted to the empty space beside her. “Well since you’re here why not educate me?”
Growling his approval Betanu lowered his large frame on the bed and winced when he heard it creak underneath him. Almost instantly an odd scent invaded his scent and a low growl rumbled in his chest. It was another male’s scent and it was coming from his female.
“Who have you been with?” he snarled, his tusks twitching in anger.
Cross’s eyes widen at his sudden accusation. “Huh?”
“You carry a male’s mating musk on you, female!”
She gasped. Damn, how could have she forgotten to shower? Though she had told herself she was going to shower. But the second she walked into her apartment her mind had been filled with the images of her son.
"Betanu, there's no need to be jealous."
The eight foot Yautja scoffed. "You've been alone with that Blooded Warrior," he accused, his mind searching for the name. “Guan, is it?”
"He followed me," she gave a careless shrugged. "I thought it was you at the time. I admit I had a lot on my mind and I was careless."
A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Next time I see the pup he will be looking up at me on the flat of his back.”
She frowned at him. “I will have no violence in this Colony!” she warned him. “I will not have the peace disturb over jealousy.”
If that indeed had been Guan’s mating musk…why did her body rejected it? Had it been Betanu she would’ve been all over him. What was so different from the two? She wondered.
Sensing the growing anger in her mate, Cross laid a hand on his stomach. "Stop it, nothing happened," she insisted in a stern voice.
Cross didn't move or flinched when Betanu lowered his head and sniffed along her hair and down her neck. With him doing that and his hands running up and down her back felt rather pleasant. She gasps in pleasure when she felt his hot wet tongue bathing over the beating pulse of her neck. Her body swoon as his body vibrated with his purrs. And before she can guess what he had in mind, the Yautja male lifted her and pulled her against his hard muscular chest. She reacted by wrapping her arms around his neck.
She eyed him wearily. "You better not be doing this just to show dominance," she grinned at his flustered face.
His tusks lifted into a bashful grinned. "Trust me, if I wanted to show dominance, your pants would be gone and I would be buried deep inside you already. And you would be on all four." He added huskily.
Curious to see if her body would reject Betanu’s mating musk like it did Guan’s, she asked. “Release your mating musk.”
He stiffened. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Just a little then,” she assisted stubbornly. She had to test her theory. “Please?”
Betanu couldn’t stop the low growl escaping from him when she pressed her body against his. Her blunt nails ran playfully over his chest and before he could stop it his body released his musk against his will. Almost instantly Cross’s senses became overwhelmed by his scent and her body reacted. Already she can feel herself becoming wet and aching with painful need. Biting back a moan, Cross turned her head away with her hand pressed against her nose.
“Okay…stop it,” she ordered huskily.
Grabbing the blanket, Betanu wrapped it around his female’s head before rolling her off his body. Cross’s didn’t complain about the blanket and merely wrapped it tighter around her in hopes of blocking off his scent. Growling his frustration, he grabbed for his mask and attaches it on.
“Satisfied?” Betanu clicked as his body shifted uncomfortably.
Once the scent no longer lingered in the air, Cross toss the blanket off her and flashed him a sheepish grinned. “At the moment…yes.”
Purring Betanu reaches out and brushed a lock of hair from her face. “Do you truly wish to be satisfied?”
Her body tightened excitedly at his words. "That sounds tempting," she licked her dry lips.
Betanu's eyes followed her innocent movement and felt his body tightened. "Indeed, but unfortunately for you, you must be my mate."
At the reminder, her body sobered. "Oh, how could I forget?" she muttered bitterly.
"Just say the words and I'm yours," he growled into her ear.
Shaking her head clear of lustful thoughts, the Captain regretfully scoots away from the tempting male. "You and I both know the answer to that."
He grunted. "I don't understand your stubbornness."
You wouldn’t be the first, she thought.
(Flash Back End)

The Captain snapped out of thought when she heard her name being called. Looking up she sees her Lieutenant giving her a concern look. “I’m sorry, what did you asked me, Lieutenant?”
Spinning his chair around, Percy asked, “And how are our guests doing tonight?”
She grunted she didn’t need to ask who he was referring to. “Fine, they’re probably training right now.”
Glancing at his watch, Percy’s eyes widened at the time. “It’s four-thirty in the morning, Captain.”
“I know,” was her only answered.
Odd though, her body had accepted Betanu’s mating musk and not Guan’s…what could that reason be?
“Everything seems quiet tonight, Captain,” Percy remarked as he returned his attention to his screen.
Cross scoffed. “A calm before the storm, Lieutenant, as they say.”
No sooner did those words leave her mouth when her computer alarm system went off. Going to the screen the Captain frowned at the intruder making his way towards the unguarded side of the Yautja Colony. She instantly recognized the face as he went by the security camera. How he was able to get passed her soldiers was beyond her.
“Want me to handle this, Captain?” Percy asked, his eyes sparkling in amusement.
Cross shook her head with a faint grinned as her eyes stayed on the screen. “No, I got this one. Keep watch for me here.”
Percy watched his Captain leave the Headquarter with his own amused smile. “Take it easy on him!” he called behind her. His only answer was a wave of her hand as the elevator doors closed behind her.

==

Adjusting the light setting on his night visors goggles, Tosh continue to crawl his way into the dirty and smelly air-vent. He was only half a mile away from achieving his goal! And with his handy digital camera in his pocket he was finally going to take a picture of a live Yautja! He’s been at this ever since they first arrived, but every chance he got he was always caught and brought back to his mother. Despite his punishment Tosh knew he was never going to stop until he sees a living, breathing alien!
“Is this, what, your tenth attempt, Tosh?” an amused voice called below him.
The blood in his veins froze and so did his body. He recognized that voice! He had been so careful when he by-passed security! How the hell was she able to find him!
Swallowing down the lump in his throat, he whispered. “Twelfth, actually…” he admitted guiltily.
Staring at the air-vent above her, Cross didn’t bother to hide her smile. “So, are you coming down or am’ I going to have to shoot you down?”
He frowned. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Just try me, I’ve been in a bad mood lately and need to take my anger out on someone,” she warned and yet she still wore an amused look. “Do you want me to start counting or start shooting?”
It was obvious he took her threat serious when suddenly he kicked the air-vent door open and jumped down. Cross was quick and caught the kid before lowering him down. Tosh took a step back and tugged off his goggles before grinning at her sheepishly. The Captain stared down at the kid and couldn’t help but think of Connor. In a way, Tosh reminded her of her son. Tosh was an adorable twelve years old with dark brown hair cut close to his ears. And his cheeks were covered in light freckles. His eyes flashed blue in the light as he stared innocently at her. And though he was giving her a big smile the front of his tooth was missing. The kid stood beneath her at four-eleven and yet she never viewed him as a child, but as a rather intelligent adult.
Rubbing a hand over her tired face, she sighed. “Don’t you know what time it is?” she scolded. “You should be in bed.”
The boy grimaced at her tone of voice. “C’mon, Captain, I get enough of that from my mom.”
Obvious not enough, she thought tiredly. “Don’t you know what you did was dangerous?”
He shrugged those thin shoulders of his. “I was in no danger, I had the situation under control,” he assured her arrogantly. “You have no idea how long it took me to get the blue-prints to this building. And to top it off, it took me hours to figure out your Squad Leaders routines before I could sneak into the vents. Though I did forget you applied tiny cameras into the vents…” he grinned at her sheepishly.
“Man, I can’t wait for you to grow up and join my recruit.” Cross mused. “You will make one hell of a Squad Leader.”
Tosh beamed a prideful smile at her. “You think so?”
She nodded. “I know so.”
Suddenly his smile fluttered into a grimed look. “My mom doesn’t want me to join the Army. In fact, she wants me to be a teacher!” he shuddered in disgust.
She frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with being a teacher, kid.”
“I know, but I don’t want to be a teacher,” he protested. “I want to be a soldier, I want to fight and kill things!”
Without hesitation the Captain gently, but firmly, smacks the kid in the back of his head. “Being a soldier isn’t about killing,” she scolded. “It’s about protecting others and doing your duty for your Colony.”
Tosh rubbed his sore head with a look of bewilderment. “That’s not how it is in the games.”
She scoffed. “C’mon, Tosh, you know better than that.”
He grunted. “Blah! Anyways, is there any chance I can get a picture of an alien? I promise my friends I’ll get one.”
“You know the rule,” she sighed tiredly. “Let me take you back to your mom.”
The Captain grabbed Tosh by the hand and begins walking down the corridors while he continues to protests. Closing her ears to the kid’s complaining, the Captain was just about to reach the doors connected to the Civilian’s Colony when Tosh asked in a serious voice. “Would you really have shot me if I didn’t come down?”
Stopping in front of the doors, she looks down at the kid who wore a painful expression. Sighing she lay her free hand on top of his head. “You never hurt those who are innocents, Tosh,” she grinned at him and ruffled his hair playfully. “Remember, if you are to become a soldier your duty is protect the ones who needs protecting.”
He grinned at her and nodded. “Gotcha!”
Cross was entering the codes to open the doors when she felt a very familiar presence behind her. Glancing over her shoulder she couldn’t help but grinned at the eight foot two Yautja staring down at her. Hearing a low raspy growl from behind, Tosh turned around and felt his jaw drop opened at the sight of a monstrous creature standing there! This thing was a giant with its body covered in some kind of net suit. His massive body was covered in heavy armor parts. But what caught the child’s attention was the blank mask it wore while staring down at him with its head cocked to the side. It even had some sort of black inky dreadlocks growing from the side of its head.
This was what he’d been waiting for…this was his chance to take out his camera and take a picture of the alien! And yet… everything inside him seemed to be frozen.
“Hulk,” Cross acknowledged the warrior with a nod of her head.
Taking his eyes off the ooman child, the Honored Warrior gave an inhuman growl towards the female before returning his eyes toward the pup.
Cross watched with guarded eyes as Hulk removes the hoses attached to the side of his mask. Beside her Tosh tiny hand blindly reached up and grabs the Captain’s hand. Startled, her eyes stared down the top of the boy’s brown hair and realized he was shaking. She didn’t need to look at his face to know he was scared out of his wits! Afraid the boy might piss in his pants, Cross shot Hulk a warning look. It was obvious what her guard was trying to do and she didn’t want him to do it to this child!
Halkrath ignored the female’s scowl and pulled off his mask. The Honored Warrior recognized this child as one of the trouble-makers who tried to venture here. He had watched many time the female or another one of the ooman soldiers take this child back through these doors. Halkrath always thought the oomans were too easy on this hardheaded pup, what this child needed was discipline. Suddenly an idea came to his mind and Halkrath was going to see to it that this pup learn his lesson. Crouching down to the pup’s level, Halkrath’s piercing gold eyes stared into the eyes of the frightened ooman. His tusks spread wide to display his razors sharp fangs. Seeing this, Tosh eyes widen in fear and his gripped on the Captain’s hand tightens. Growling low in his throat, Halkrath arched his back and flare his deadly tusks in a monstrous roar. The very sound shook the boy who in returned let out a frightened shrills before letting go of the Captain’s hand and bolting through the doors for safety.
With her ears still ringing from the animalistic roar of her guard, the Captain watched with hard eyes as the boy disappears through the corridors of the Civilian Colony. Muttering a curse she punched in the codes and watched the doors close and lock. Behind her she can hear the deep chuckles of Hulk.
“You know you didn’t have to scare him like that,” she looked over her shoulder at him with a scowl of displeasure.
Attaching his mask back on, the warrior merely shrugged that broad shoulder of his. “He will learn…no more coming back.”
She couldn’t argue with him on that. The result of his warning probably had a strong effect on Tosh; he will now learn not to come back. Not unless he wants another warning from Hulk.
“You too soft,” he continued to say with those clicking tusks of his. “Must be stronger… harsher.”
“He’s only a child.” She protested.
Again he shrugged. “No difference. My sons, strong…fearless!” he tapped his fist to his chest-plate with pride. “No weakling, they know their places.”
She arched a brow at his words, his English was definitely starting to approve.
With his eyes still on her, the Yautja male lifted a claw hand towards her face and curled his fingers into his palm. The Captain scowled confusedly at his action and shot a questioningly look at him. Huffing out a growl, Halkrath tapped a knuckle on her forehead.
“Be strong, no weak,” he hissed.
Brushing his hand aside the Captain walked around the warrior and continued her way down the emptied corridor. “I’ll keep your words in mind.”

==

So…his little bloodline has captured the attention of not only one Yautja warrior…but two, Honored Warrior Betanu of the Guan-thwei Clanand Honored Warrior Halkrath of the R'ka Luar-ke Clan, two dominating warriors who were on their way to becoming Elders themselves among the Clans.
Nihkou’te had not been expecting that, not at all. When he first came to this planet he had expected his son’s pup to remain mateless. Giving the very protective nature of his son, Nihkou’te was surprised to find her mated to a Yautja male.
A load of bull if you asked him, the Elder thought bitterly.
Despite her protest Nihkou’te knew for a fact they weren’t mated! Though she carried the warrior’s scent, but leaving her unmark left an open invitation for others to seek her out. If anything he knew the whole mated thing was fabricated. Every time he questioned the female, though she wore a calm expression, he can hear the fast beating of her heart.
That lying, deceitful, ooman filth…she was no better than her pathetic Sire.
“You summoned me, Elder?”
Hearing the Arbitrator’s voice, Nihkou’te tore his eyes from the window and turn to see the enforcer entering his chamber with Guan beside him. Giving a curt nod towards his second the younger male bowed his head before leaving the room and closing the doors.
“Would you like a drink, Arbitrator?” the Elder indicated to a black bottle on top of his desk.
“Not while I’m on duty,” Vor’mekta declined. “With respect we must make this meeting fast.”
Nihkou’te arched a brow at his words. “Oh? And where are we eager to go?”
Vor’mekta stiffened at the acid tone in the Elder’s voice, even after all these years Nihkou’te’s voice still had its way of getting under his skin. “I must resume my duty and keep an eye on the misfits.”
“Not after you answer my questions, will I let you go,” he growled.
Holding back a growl of his own, the Arbitrator bowed his head in submission. “As you wish…”
“Why haven’t you informed me the female was already mated?”
“I never thought R’ka would ever allow his pup to mate with a Yautja,” Vor’mekta admitted, his eyes staring the floor.
The Elder grunted, his fists clenching at his sides. “I thought you rid her of her last mate.”
Being reminded of such a lowly act brought the warrior’s head to lower in shame. His sole mission two years ago was to keep a close eye on the female, and keep his distance. He even made sure to cover his scent from the Hybrid. During her mission through the Hive of hard meats the Elder had ordered him to rid the female of her current mate.
He did.
Though he should’ve known she would catch the eye of a certain warrior she saved that fateful day.
“Why is it so important to have her mateless, Elder?” Vor’mekta had asked this question many times to his Elder and never once has he given him an answer. Hopefully today he will finally get it.
“You need not worry yourself with that,” Nihkou’te bit out.
The Arbitrator grunted. “I did that mission because I owed you a debt, Elder,” he pointed out. “But I will not rid her of her current mate.”
“They’re not mated,” Nihkou’te snapped. “But what I have in mind does not involve deaths, in fact; you will obey me in this.”
Vor’mekta knew he should leave, but seeing the dark gleam in the Elder’s eyes held him in place. It was a look he knew only too well.

==

Above on the railing, Lieutenant Percy and a small group of his men, along with Squad Leader Lucian and Squad Leader Jason watched below as the Yautja sparred with one another. Brutal creatures were the first thing to come to the Lieutenant’s thoughts as one a Yautja male viciously kicked his fallen opponent in the stomach. All around the others growled their approvals. The winner raised his arms up and boasted in his victory. Two others came and dragged the loser off the sparring mat and another one replaced him. So, the Captain hadn’t been lying when she said all these creatures did was train. He had been skeptical at first and wanted to see if this was true. So him and a few of his men entered the Yautja Colony but kept their distance by staying on top of this walking rail and observed them from above. He was sure the Yautja knew of their presence but chose to ignore them and continued on with their training.
“Twenty says the big guy gonna win,” one of his soldier held up the bill. “Who’s in?”
Percy scoffed. “The big one’s been winning ever since we got here.”
The others nodded their agreement.
“You think they’re gonna keep to the peace after the signing?” the one holding his bill asked after stuffing his money back into his pocket.
The Lieutenant shrugged. “I guess we’re just going to have to wait and see, aren’t we?”
“You think it’s true?” one of the soldier suddenly said. “Rumors said the General and Captain are tied to those barbaric creatures.”
Lucian snorted. “The General and Captain have no ties to those things.”
“Not true, remember the Captain did raise a Yautja child in secrets,” Jason pointed out. “But as in blood ties…I highly doubt it.”
“Are you kidding me?” one of the soldiers exclaimed. “Have you not seen the General? The man is like seven feet tall in monster height and weigh as much as one of those things down there! If you have been to one of his matches then you would’ve seen him carelessly throwing a man over his shoulder like a ragged doll!”
Lucian scowled. “The General’s had always been a strong man, but that does not mean he’s related to the Yautja.”
Seeing the fierce forbidding scowl of the Squad Leader the soldier backs off.
A loud roar brought the soldiers’ attention back to the fight below. The victor had already thrown his opponent off the sparring mat and into another Yautja. The group of humans flinched as the weaker Yautja rushed at the bigger warrior and was instantly slammed down by a heavy arm of his opponent.
“He just doesn’t know when to stay down, does he?” Lucian remarked with admiration.
Percy, on the other hand, flinched in sympathy at the weaker Yautja. He’d remembered a time when he fought against the former Lieutenant in a battle against becoming the Captain’s second. Damien Constantine had put him through hell before the smaller man finally admitted defeat. But to show he wasn’t weak Percy struggled to his feet and wobbled his way to the medic quarter where he was tended by the beautiful nurse, Kelly Rose.
Just than the match was interrupted when the doors opened and Percy peered down the railing and frown when he recognized the new comer. It was the same one he’s always seen hanging around his Captain…well the Yautja was one of the two anyway…he just didn’t know which!
“What’s going on?” Jason muttered, his eyes black eyes staring with interest at the Yautja walking in.

==

Halkrath walked in the training room and ignored the grunts and growls of the others as he made his way towards the Elder. The Honored Warrior was puzzled as to why he was being summoned by Elder Nihkou’te. He had been in the company of his brother when a Youngblood approached him with the abrupt message. Halkrath hesitate to comply with the message, but his brother had warned him if he ignored the summoning he’d be punished. And now here he was…entering a room full of hostile Yautja males glaring at him. And there stood the Elder, staring at him with those ooman eyes of his.
As he approached the Honored Warrior bowed his head in respect. Halkrath may not like Nihkou’te but he will respect the Elder because of his status. Even after their fight in the corridors the Honored Warrior admitted with some grudge the Elder packed one hell of a punch.
“Halkrath,” the Elder greeted with a nod, his cold eyes raking him up and down. “How are your wounds?”
Halkrath scowled, his bruised tusks were already healing. “You summoned me, Elder Nihkou’te?” he asked, deliberately changing the subject.
“Yes…there’s something I wish to discuss with you,” Nihkou’te said and motioned for the Honored Warrior to follow him to the far side of the training room.
Nihkou’te wasn’t stupid, to simply put it, he knew this warrior desired his bloodline. After their little fight the Elder watched in curiosity as the female crouched down beside the injured male. It was a rare thing to witness affection from a Yautja warrior and to see Halkrath brushed the female’s hair back so tenderly was…rather interesting. But it became even more interesting when her ‘mate’ showed up and the tension in the hall grew thicker. Two jealous Yautja warriors fighting over one ooman female, perhaps the Elder can use this to his advantage.
“How long, Halkrath, have you lusted after the female?”
At his blunt words Halkrath stiffened. “What do you mean, Elder?”
The Elder’s maimed tusks lifted into a smirking grinned. “Do you think me blind, Halkrath?”
Halkrath scoffed.
“That was a dangerous thing, to show affection in front of your enemy.”
“Are you my enemy, Elder?” the Honored Warrior growled threateningly.
With a deep chuckle, Nihkou’te turned his attention to the sparring Yautja, but kept his words directed at the growling Halkrath. “Oomans are delicate creatures and need to be handled with care. Especially when you mate with them, they can easily break if you lose control of yourself. But it’s worth it with the scent they release when they peak.” During this time the Elder’s voice has gone low and husky at his memory. “She is small, yes, but when you have your pride buried deep inside her it feels as though she has a vice like grip on you. It pulls you in deeper and deeper the more you try to pull out…”
Halkrath was having trouble keeping the images out of his head. But he wasn’t picturing the Elder and his mate, no, he was picturing himself on top of Cross with his body buried deep inside her. He can already feel how tight and hot she will be. Curling his tusks in discomfort, the Honored Warrior forced himself to think of anything else, as long as it wasn’t seeing a naked Cross lying on top a bed before him. Since that night it made him realized he how much he wanted the fiery little female. The only problem was she was mated to another…although she really wasn’t. It was just a scheme to keep Elder Nihkou’te and the others off her. She didn’t belong to Betanu…
"We are to do our duty and protect the female; she is not yours to take…”
Halkrath’s fists clenched at the words of his brother echoing in his head.
“Please brother, I beg you, leave the female alone.”
He scowled, he had given his brother his word he wouldn’t demand his attention on her. And a warrior always honored his words.
No matter how much he regretted it.
“Do you not want the female for yourself, Halkrath?” the Elder tempted slyly. “She does not carry Betanu’s mark…”
With a growl Halkrath shook his head of the temptation. “I gave my word to Elder Bakuub to watch over his bloodline.” He opened his eyes and glared at the frowning Elder. “There is nothing you can say to make me break my word,” giving the Elder a look of disgust the Honored Warrior turned to leave.
“And what if I told you I can give her to you?”
That stopped Halkrath in his tracks. Turning around he gave Nihkou’te a confused look. “She isn’t yours to give…you may be an Elder but here, in this Colony, her Sire rules. And I highly doubt her Sire will hand her over to a Yautja.” He left without as much as a backward glance.
Nihkou’te grunted as the warrior left the training room. What Halkrath didn’t know was Nihkou’te was going to take the decision away from him.

==

“Eh!? What are you going to do!?”
Cross had been eating her late, and she meant, late dinner when Nurse Rose joined her in the mess hall. The group of soldiers who came with her earlier had already eaten and went back to duty, the only ones now in the hall was the Captain and the Nurse. Once they were alone, Cross had told Kelly of her little situation involving a certain Yautja warrior by the name of Guan.
“Well?” she persisted when the Captain remained silent.
Throwing her fork down, she shot Kelly a dull look. “I’m going on a date tonight,” even just saying it made the whole situation sound like a high school thing.
She frowned. “And have you told your ‘mate’ already?”
The Captain grimaced. “I will tell him when…” she glanced at her watch and bit back a curse. “Damn, I guess I have to tell him now seeing my shift is over.”
Great… just what she needed another damn argument.
Pushing her empty tray aside she stood up. “I’ll see you later, Nurse Rose.”
The Captain walked away without once glancing back. But before she seeks out Betanu, she was going to make a quick stop and see how her son was coping with his injuries.

==

Connor’s eyes fluttered open as he shook off the weariness overcoming him. Earlier the Honored Warrior Lar’ja had given him a shot with the thickest needle he’d ever seen. After giving him the quick and painful shot Lar’ja informed him it was a medicine that would put him to sleep so he will be able to heal faster. Connor had been doubtful at first but soon after Lar’ja left he felt a heaviness coming over him. Ignoring the burning pain on his back, Connor left the bed and clumsily knocked over a tray of knives and scalpels that was standing beside his bed. He winced at the clattering sound it made and bends down to pick it up.
"I don't think you should be moving around."
Connor halted his movement and glanced over his shoulder and felt the blood drain from his face at the sight of his mother standing by the doorway. She gave a small nod towards Halkrath who been standing beside her. The warrior nodded in return before stepping outside the small medic room. Closing the doors to give them privacy, Cross shot her son a stern look. But her attention wasn’t on her son's paled face, it was his scarred back. Despite the swollen wounds, it was healing rapidly. Lark did a good job of sewing him back up.
"I didn't hear you come in," he admitted guiltily.
She grinned. "How could you when you're making all those noises?"
If Connor could’ve blushed red, he would.
She motioned toward the bed. "You shouldn't be up, lay back down."
He grunted. "I feel fine," he said stubbornly.
She arched a brow at his tone. "Oh? I didn't know I made it a request," she said coolly.
At her icy tone Connor knew now wasn't the time to be childish. It was a rare thing for his mother to become mad at him. Just looking into those cold eyes of hers he knew she was streaming piss.
"You received your lashing not too long ago; I suggest you lay back down." She continued to talk as he lie face down on the bed.
"You seem tense," Connor observed worriedly.
She brushed off his concern with a wave of her hand. "I came to see how you were doing."
He winced when he shrugged his shoulders. "Lar'ja did all the healing works and told me not to leave the bed for at least a week or two."
The Captain nodded her approval. "Good..."
Fidgeting with his fingers, the young Yautja gave his mother a long and piercing stare. "Um, you weren't there for my punishment, were you?"
A flicker of surprise flashed in those eyes of hers before it was quickly gone. "Of course not, you made it perfectly clear for me not to be there." She reminded him grimly.
He turned his crimson eyes away from her. "You would've done the same."
Her eyes softened at his downcast face. "I know, Connor," she sighed and approached him. "I guess I see it differently in my eyes."
His tusks twitched at her odd words. "Explain it to me."
Running her fingers through her black hair, she tried her best to form the words in her head. "I guess as a mother I wanted to be there for you, whether it be bad or good. But you're my child and all I want to do is shield you from the bad because it’s my job."
Hearing her words, Connor felt his heart clenched. What his mother didn't know was he also had been there during her bad time. Though he was there mentally with her, he literally felt every pain she received under the whip.
"But I know I can't," she continued to whispered, her eyes staring dully at the floor. "I can't save you from everything. And hopefully you will learned from this experience and know next time not to challenge an Elder, no matter what words he spew from his mouth. No matter how unfair it seem."
His tusks lifted into a sheepish grinned. "I only learnt from the best," he teased.
She blushed at his words, remembering when she stood up to the General during the time she rescued him.
"And when you finally reach your status as an Honored Warrior maybe then you can finally challenge the Elder."
"Don't you mean Youngblood?"
She chuckled at his eager tone. "Yeah…let's not get ahead of ourselves there," she reached down and ran an affectionate hand through his leathery dreadlocks.
Connor purred at her soft touch and pushed his head against her fingers. Her smile deepened, oh how much she missed these little times together.
"I better get going," she said regretfully as she pulled her hand away.
Connor whimpered at the loss of her hand. "Stay," he begged. "I hardly see you now."
Guilt flashed in her eyes. "I'm sorry...I've just been busy."
He grunted. "I bet you see that sperm donor more than you see me."
She didn't argue it or deny it. "Connor, I'll see you later, 'kay?"
Before she can turn and leave his hand shot out and shackled her wrist. Cross glance over her shoulder at him with a questioning look.
He didn't bother to hide the depression in his eyes. "Please, just stay. I rarely get to see you these past few days."
Her throat tighten at his desperate plead. It wouldn’t hurt to stay with him for a while, she thought. With a defeated sigh she pulled up a chair beside the bed and sat down. "I'll stay until you fall asleep, deal?"
He grinned, his body finally relaxing. "It’s a deal."
Laying his head back down on the pillows, Connor kept his eyes on his mother until his eyelids grew heavy. Keeping her hand clasped in his, Cross watched as her son fought to stay awake. Unfortunately for her, she, too, can feel her own eyes following his movement. She didn’t realize how exhausted she was until now. Biting back a yawn she laid her head next to his and listens to the sound of his deep breathing. Soon his breathing became a soft purr that drew her in like a baby's lullaby. The two slept with their fingers still intertwined, not once did they feel the eyes of someone hostile watching them from the shadows. With a low growl the shadow disappearance.

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Something was wrong…terribly wrong.
Sonia awoke with her wrists and ankles bond together. Her back was pressed against the cold ground in a room she wasn’t familiar with, it was dark and damp with only a dimly lit light bulb hanging above her. Her mouth felt like a dried up river and her tongue swollen. She felt nauseated and exhausted, even her throat felt bruised and sore. She bit back an agonizing groan at a sharp pain shooting up and down her chest…what the hell happened to her?
After training, Sonia had returned to her apartment and was already settling into bed. And then she remembers as she was falling asleep an odd scent crept into her nostrils before a white rag was stuffed against her nose and mouth…and then everything went dark.
Chloroform…someone knocked her out with chloroform! But the question was…who?
“Ah, I see you’re finally awake.”
The blood froze in her veins at the cheerful voice of her so-called ally. Her eyes searched for him frantically in the small room. “What the hell are you doing?!” she screeched outrageously when she finally spotted him standing at the fall corner of the room.
Kyle smirked at the girl struggling in her bonds. “But I thought you wanted to help me get rid of the Captain, rookie.”
Her brows snapped together. “You know damn well I do!” she cried angrily. “But why the hell am’ I tied up and why do I feel sick?”
“That’s what happens when you’ve been impregnated with a Xenomorph.” Kyle explained in a bored tone.
Her eyes widened in horror at his calm words. Did he just say…what she thinks he said?
His grinned widen at her stricken expression. “Don’t think of this as your doom, Sonia, after all, you will be helping me rid of the Captain,” as he was saying that he bent down and lifted something off the floor. Sonia’s eyes widened even further at the sight of the pale spider- like creature dangling lifelessly in his hand. “You’re probably wondering how you’ve gotten into this unfortunate predicament.”
“No need to explain, asshole,” she hissed, she still had the horrid taste of the chloroform in her mouth. “You backstabbed me!”
He carelessly tossed the dead Face Hugger over his shoulder. “I never backstabbed you, Sonia; you are part of the plan as we agreed. Though I might have changed a few things along the way…” he threw her a distasteful glance. “No worries, you’re still part of the plan…you will just help host the creature inside you…”
Fury glowed in her hard eyes. “You fucking bastard, I’ll kill you for this!”
A sickening chuckled spilled from his hard lips. “So much rage and anger…your parasite will inherit that from you.” His black eyes grew with excitement. “In less than an hour you will birth a beautiful monster that will run rampage throughout this Colony and I will be the hero to kill it, but after it kills the Captain.” He grinned at her. “You, of course, won’t survive the birthing…your death will be quick and messy, I assure you.”
Sonia winced when she felt a foreign movement wiggling inside her chest. Fear was something this rookie wasn’t used to, but for the first time she truly dreaded what awaited her. Inside she carried a monster, a creature that will grow bigger and soon burst from her chest.
She should’ve listened to her conscience! Deep down she knew she shouldn’t have trusted this snake! But… power was the only thing she thought of when she entered her agreement with this…demon. Power and control…the two things her father taught her as a child…and now she was going to die because of it.

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Connor was startled awake when he felt his mother's fingers leaving his. Looking up his body tensed at the sight of the scarred General standing there. He had his daughter cradled against him with her head resting comfortably on his chest. Connor was actually surprised the movement didn't wake her. Probably the reason why was when he finally noticed the dark bags underneath her eyes. And her skin, normally a lightly brown tan, was now pale. It was than he realized how exhausted she must've been and yet she took her time to just check on him. And selfishly he kept her. Neither of the male spoke a single word. Though they kept their eyes locked on each other.
Giving the albino Yautja one last look of contempt the General left with his daughter sleeping peacefully in his arms. He ignored the low whine the Unblood emitted behind him as the doors closed. Edwin was surprised he felt a twinge bit of guilt for separating the two. However he couldn’t afford anyone walking in to witness his daughter sleeping beside a Yautja. A movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye and he glared at the eight foot two Yautja named Halkrath standing there. Ignoring him the General continued his way down the corridors.
“You seem on edge there, General,” Halkrath deliberately used Edwin’s title. “The treaty signing in a mere week away, you should be pleased.”
He grunted. “You and I both know not all are happy with the signing.”
Halkrath nodded. “You suspect there will be trouble?”
“Without a shadow of a doubt,” the General growled.
Edwin had received a message not too long ago from the Councilmen that informed him the President of the Colony will arrive the day before the signing. But not only that Elder Bakuub had also informed him the High Elder and his Clan will also make an appearance for the signing. Having two high leaders from two different races under the same roof was bound to call for trouble.
“R’ka?”
The General was so deep in thought he hadn’t noticed the Arbitrator standing in the middle of the corridor. Stopping in his track his arms unconsciously tightens around his slumbering daughter. Behind him he can hear the low hiss of the Honored Warrior.
Vor’mekta’s eyes shot to the female before returning to the glaring Hybrid. “No need to look so hostile, R’ka, I didn’t come here to harm your pup.”
Red was the only thing the General saw as he stared at the Arbitrator. Already he can feel his fists curling and the need to see this bastard bleed nearly took over him. It’s been years since Edwin seen Vor’mekta…and the hatred and rage still burn strongly within him.
“Move out of my way, you sack of shit,” growled the enraged General.
Vor’mekta wasn’t at all insulted by the Hybrid’s words. “I came to talk…”
“I’m in no mood to stand here and listen to you,” Edwin hissed and pushed pass him, Halkrath was walking right behind him.
“Does she know, R’ka?” Vor’mekta called out behind him. “Does she know of her Yautja bloodline?”
Edwin stiffened but continued walking down the corridor.
Halkrath shot the Arbitrator a curious look over his shoulder but didn’t break from his stride.
Undaunted by the Hybrid’s retreating back; Vor’mekta was relented in his determination to speak his words and prove to R’ka he cannot block out his past.
“Does she know you’re my brother and I am her uncle?!”

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