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A/N: I meant to make this with just Edwin’s POV, but couldn’t help add a few more things at the end.
Thanks everyone for the wonderful reviews!!! And I hope you enjoy this chapter and the ones to come =)
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When the hell are these fuckers going to learn to keep the damn heat down in this place?! I thought angrily. Who need to wear this mesh-suit when this damn place ran up to 100 plus degrees?
I pushed by way passed the crowds of giants through the market place and searched frantically for any signs of my grandfather. The place was crowed today and full of chattering noises. All around vendors was putting out their finest to see and sell. Oh great…I knew I shouldn’t have stop to look at a bunch of Youngblood sparring with one another. Fearful I might be of these titan creatures, but I loved it whenever I come visit my grandfather’s Clan Ship. If anything, what I loved most about my miserable life was coming to see my grandfather and spending time with him. Pushing my damped black bangs from my face, I ran to a podium selling herbs and climbed on top to continue my search.
“Get off my podium, Hybrid!” shouted the old Yautja vender.
I shot the old one a rebellious glare. “I have to find my Elder,” I argued with him. “I swear I won’t take…”
I didn’t get a chance to finish my words, especially when the vender threw a hard object at my face. Whatever he threw at me knocked hit me square in the eye. I fell backward into a group of passing young warriors.
“Next time listen to your superior!” the vender sneered.
I quickly scrambled to my feet as the group of Yautja snarled and hissed at me. I cried out in pain when one of the Yautja knocked me back down with a vicious slap to the face.
“You damn maggot!” the one who struck me hissed.
I cupped my injured jaw and winced when I tasted the blood. Rage boiled my blood at the pain, but I made sure to keep my eyes the ground when I spoke. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean…”
Once again I wasn’t allowed to finish my sentence and was quick this time to duck away from a large talon foot coming my way. Unfortunately for me one of his friends decided to join in and grabbed me by my hair and lifted me into the hair. Crying out I grabbed at the hand holding me and dug my blunt nails his thick wrist.
“I’m sorry!” I cried desperately. “I meant no disrespect…”
The claw fingers holding my hair tightens. My words died in my throat when the Yautja in front of me pulled out his wrist blade. A shiver of fear ran down my spine when I realized he was going to use his blade to skin me alive! I struggled frantically in his grasp as the blade move closer to my face. All around other Yautja stopped to watch while others barely spare me a glance before moving on. I knew then I was all alone…no one was coming to save me…
“Since when did you start picking on creatures smaller then yourself, Kwei?”
My heart lifted at the familiar voice coming from behind. Looking over I didn’t bother to hide my relief on my face or in my voice. “Brother!”
My older brother was everything I wanted to be in a warrior. He stood there tall and proud in his scarred armors and his heavy black dreadlocks decorated with silver trinkets. And in his hand was his combi-stick posed ready to attack. But what caught my eyes was seeing his newly carved Clan symbol embedded proudly on his mask and forehead. My brows furrowed in concern at the many scars he received from his enemy.
“This thing is your brother?” the one holding him asked in shock.
I grunted.
Vor’mekta nodded. “You’re not allowed to touch an Elder’s pup until he comes of age,” he snarled. “Not unless you want to be punished by the Arbitrator.”
At the mentioned of the Arbitrator, I instantly spotted two standing not too far away in the crowded market place. Their cold eyes were staring deadly at the young Yautjas in warning. No one dare defy the Arbitrators, the Enforcers, not unless they want to taste their wrath. I gave a startled yelp when I was suddenly dropped to the ground. But I wasn’t there for long when my brother lifted me up and dusts the dirt off my backside. I glared at the Yautjas retreating back before turning to Vor’mekta.
“When did you get back, brother?” I asked even though my jaw protested at the movement. I grunted when his fingers observed my bruised jaw and eye. “Its fine,” I brushed off his hand.
“I thought I told you to stay out of trouble, R’ka,” he scolded, I flinched under his disapproving glare. “You’re only eight in ooman’s years; you’re too young and fragile for such things. And why were you wondering around the market alone?”
I stiffened at his hard tone. “I was with grandfather…we, uh, got separated.”
“Don’t you stand there and lie to me, little brother,” Vor’mekta shook his head tiredly. “I’m just returning from my Chiva and I need to rest…”
“Honest, I really was with grandfather!” I protested. “I just got sidetracked and lost sight of him!”
A low growl trickled from his throat but I could see how weary my brother was. Chiva was something I heard about. A rite of passage from Unblood to Youngblood, I once heard my brother say. It was something I hoped I will someday experiences. Sighing I bowed my head. “Sorry, brother…”’I flinched when his large hand landed on my head but relaxed when he gently ruffled my hair.
“Don’t apologize, little brother,” he chuckled. “Besides, I see grandfather making his way towards us even as we speak.”
My head snapped up at his head and true to his word I see Elder Bakuub making his way toward us through the crowd of Yautjas. The crowd parted as the eight foot Yautja with the armor of gold walked their way. My heart lifted with pride at the sight of my grandfather. He was truly a gentle Yautja, though not many would call him weak to his face without receiving a beating of their lifetime.
“Next time I will have to put a leash on you, young one,” Elder Bakuub joked, though his eyes told me otherwise. “I can’t run away searching for you through a sea of Yautjas.”
I blushed with embarrassment; I always hated being five-five in a world of eight foot giants. I bowed my head low. “Apologies, Elder, it won’t happen again.”
“I will hold you to your words, Edwin.”
Vor’mekta gave an annoyed grunt. “Why do you insist on calling him Edwin?”
Instead of answering, Bakuub reach down and patted me affectionately on the head. He then turned his eyes towards Vor’mekta. “I see you survived your Chiva.”
My brother’s head lifted with pride. “Yes, Elder Bakuub, I even brought this to honor my Sire,” as he was talking he reached for something attached to his waist belt and held it in front of the Elder. It was then I noticed Vor’mekta was carrying a brown bag over his shoulder. I eagerly wanted to see the skulls he brought back home. But I knew I had to wait until we return.
My eyes widened at the severed finger of a creature with black skin and a razor sharp talon. The odd bone sticking out of its severed side was dipping with green fluids. Curious, I lifted a hand toward it and was quickly pulled back by my grandfather. I turned my wide eyes towards him questioningly.
“That is not a wise thing to do,” he advised me gently.
To prove his point I watched as my brother squeeze the severed finger and immediately the green fluids dipped down and landed on a rock below. I gasped when the rock sizzled under the blood.
“The hard meat’s blood is made from acid,” my brother explained patiently. “When you’re battling one of these thing be sure to keep your distance and always chose a weapon of long range.” He lifted his combi-stick to prove his point.
I nodded my understanding.
“Come, Elder Nihkou’te is awaiting you at his ship.”
My heart stopped at the mention of my Sire’s name. The time spending on my grandfather’s Clan Ship had been relaxing for a change…but now he was going back to his Sire’s. An unwanted dreadful shiver ran down my spine. Already I can feel my palms sweating. All I can think of was going back to a place where I was under the cruel control of my Sire’s. I flinched when I felt a hand on my back and looked up to see the understanding look in my grandfather’s eyes. I gave a small nod and let him steer me into the direction of the docking ships.

==

Entering the docking area my gut twisted at the sight of my Sire standing on the ramp of his personal ship awaiting us. The hand holding my grandfather’s tightened unconsciously. Chillness went up my spines when my Sire’s gray eyes shot towards mines. My throat tightened at the resentment in those eyes of his. I wish myself anywhere but here. Just standing in the same room as him made my body ache in pain. The long hours he put me through training. The harsh beating I constantly took for every match I lost against an opponent. Elder Nihkou’te was everything I feared in a Yautja. If it hadn’t been for my grandfather holding my hand I would’ve tipped over my own foot. Regardless of everything…I still craved my Sire’s approval.
“Vor’mekta, you’re looking well,” Nihkou’te’s cold eyes swiped over my brother.
Vor’mekta stiffened beside me. “I survived my Chiva and won the status of becoming a Youngblood among the Clan,” saying so, he brought out the gift and handed it to his Sire.
I noticed my Sire barely gave the gift a glance but took it. Does nothing please this heartless warrior? I thought bitterly.
“R’ka,” my Sire turned his attention towards me.
Hearing my name I flinched and quickly lowered my eyes to the ground. “Y-Yes, Elder N-Nihkou’te?”
“Learn from your brother and take honor is what he’s achieved…so that you may one day become a fine warrior such as he.” My Sire boasted. “A strong Yautja lives fruitful and will gain many females. A weak Yautja will fall and bring shame to his Elder.”
Such fine words, I thought angrily. But the clear meaning behind his message was there, you’re human and you’re weak…you can never become a fine Yautja warrior like Vor’mekta. I may sure to keep my eyes on the floor or else he will see the boiling anger glowing inside them. Once and only once had I ever cried my rage towards Elder Nihkou’te during training. I was quickly disciplined brutally and thrown into the lower cell where I was kept there for two days without food or water. On the day of my release my Sire simply put me back in training and acted as if nothing had happened, as though a weak hybrid pup wasn’t shaking with hunger and fear and covered in filth before his very eyes. I may sure then never to let my anger get the best of me. I vowed then he will never break me, that he will never take away my pride.
“Come, it’s time for us to return.”
I jerked out of thought when he announced that. I quickly shot a desperate plead towards my grandfather, who was already couching down to my level. I barely even noticed my Sire and brother walking into the ship. My only focused was on the only other Yautja who cared for me. No matter how many times I pleaded for Elder Bakuub to take me away, when in law, he wasn’t allowed to interfere. Though he made many visit to check on my health…it still wasn’t enough for me. The pain and regret in his eyes that day brought weak and pitiful tears to my eyes. Selfishly I continued to beg him, knowing if he had interfered the High Elder would be forced to stripe my grandfather of his rank and punish him severely.
I was weak…
“Survive, Edwin, just stay strong and survive,” my grandfather whispered. “Don’t let him break your spirit.”
I gave a jerked nod and tapped a fist to my bare chest. “Strength and Honor, grandfather, he will never take that from me.”
Choking back a sob, I embraced my grandfather before forcing myself to walk up the ship’s ramp. I nearly crumbled when the doors closed behind me.

==

Siting below the ship deck, I spied outside a small window and watched with awed interest the many planets we passed by. Every one of them was full of life, different creatures with different cultures and beliefs. Many time I begged my grandfather to take me to one of these mysterious worlds and every one he turned down. I was still fragile for my age and needed more time to grow and develop. Only eight and five-five and yet I was still weak in their eyes. All Yautja pups were already taking their Unblood training after a mere seven months…so why wasn’t I? Where others get to train with one another…I was stuck with my bastard of a Sire, Elder Nihkou’te.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
I cringed at the relief tone in my brother’s voice as he climbed down the steps and approached me. I mentally rolled my eyes and returned my attention to the window.
“Are you worried about something, little brother?” Vor’mekta asked worriedly as he sat down in front of me.
I grunted. “In case you haven’t noticed we’re returning to Elder Nihkou’te’s Clan Ship,” I blew out a long sighed. “Why can’t we stay with grandfather?”
“I’ve already explained this to you many times, R’ka. Remember, there are more than one R'ka Luar-ke Clan ships out there and on each ship rules one Elder.” Vor’mekta explained patiently. “But when all Clans are to come together we go to our Mother Ship that governs all Clans.”
“I don’t need to hear you lecture me on the Clans,” I snapped. “I know every Clan Ships has one Elder ruling and the Mother Ship rules all. I just don’t understand why I can’t stay on Elder Bakuub’s Clan Ship!?”
I watched my brother’s eyes softened in pity and instantly I felt my anger swell again. But before I can vent it out on him, he said. “Because you belong to Elder Nihkou’te and you’re his only ooman pup, you won’t be free of him until you become an Honored Warrior and challenge him to break free from the Clan.”
I thrust my chin up defiantly. “Then I will take my Chiva and come back with the mark of our Clan. And then I will work my way up into becoming an Honored Warrior and challenge the Elder.”
“It won’t be easy, little brother,” he whispered.
I scowled. “Nothing in life is easy and that is why you must work hard at it until it is in the palm of your hand!” and then I grinned sheepishly at him. “Something you always tell me, brother.”
His tusks lifted into a grin. “One day, brother, you will become an Honored Warrior…just as I will someday become an Elder.”
“You will be the best Elder!” I cried ecstatically. “You will rule your own ship and command your own army of Yautjas!”
My throat tightened at the pride shinning in his black eyes. “Good. You will be a great warrior, R’ka,” my brother said. “Actually…there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
A curious brow arched up. “Oh? What is it?”
My brows furrowed at the hesitation in his eyes. My brother never hesitates when it came to speaking his mind…but judging from the look in his eyes, why was he hesitating now?
“Perhaps I will tell you some other time,” he suddenly said and stood up. “Come, it’s late and you should be in bed.”

==

My Sire’s Clan Ship was just one of many R'ka Luar-ke Clan Ships out here, just as there are other types of Clans as well. Some Clan Ships, I heard, don’t allow slavery among them. Unfortunately my Sire’s Ship carried many. He even allows Badbloods to come through every now and then. Badbloods, they were the scums in the Universe. Dishonorable Yautjas who had broken the codes and are hunted down by our Enforcer, the Arbitrators. Many Arbitrators came through my Sire’s Clan Ship to investigate the rumors of him harboring Badbloods, but as always, the Badbloods leave beforehand.
“Stay close to me, R’ka.”
I snapped out of thought when I felt my brother’s hand on my shoulder. It was then I realized we had docked inside the Clan Ship and was waiting for the doors to open. Nervously I stood behind my brother while my Sire stood in front of us. I cringed when the doors hissed open and the hand on my shoulder tightened. This wasn’t a place l call home…
A criminal infested wasteland was a befitting name for this place. Many Yautjas in the docking area bowed their heads at the approach of their Elder. Walking down the ramp of the Ship, I immediately noticed a couple of Badblood ships docked in the area. Beside me I felt my brother stiffened, I wasn’t the only one who noticed their Ships.
“What are theydoing here?” Vor’mekta hissed at our Elder.
He shot my brother a look of disdain but kept on walking. “Business,” was all he said.
“And what business do you have with them, Elder?” he demanded angrily.
“It’s none of your concern,” his gray eyes glowed dangerously at the newly Youngblood.
My heart leaped to my throat at the burning anger in my brother’s eyes. Nervously I fear he will attack the Elder. But just as fast as the anger came it was quickly gone and I felt my shoulder sagged with relief.
Vor’mekta bowed his head. “Apologizes, Elder, I meant no disrespect.”
A low growl emitted from Nihkou’te’s throat before he walked on ahead of us. Scowling I gave a hard punch to my brother’s arm. Startled, he stared down at me with wide and confused eyes.
“What were you trying to do?” I demanded angrily. “Get yourself killed?!”
He gave a low clicked. “Why did you hit me?” he asked in bewilderment.
“For being stupid, stupid!” I snapped.
Had it been any other Yautjas my head would’ve been cracked open. But this was my brother, my own blood, the only Yautja, beside my grandfather, who gave a damn about me. The only one who can protect me on this damn ship! If not my grandfather, it was Vor’mekta who looked out for me.
His black eyes danced in amusement at my little outburst. “Why are you so angry?”
His damn amusement and question only added fuel to my anger. “Why are you so stupid?” I countered.
His amusement was instantly gone and I feared I’ve gone too far. I flinched when he crouch down in front of me. He must’ve noticed my flinch and growled his disapproval. “How many times have I told you not to cower?”
I covered my guilt behind a frown.
“R’ka, tell me why you’re so angry,” he wasn’t requesting.
My frown deepened. “You’re stupid if you don’t know…” I muttered and then sighed. “I don’t want you to go away…”
His eyes softened at my confession. “Little brother, you do know all warriors must fall someday. A death in battle is an honorable one, one you must never mourn for. If something is to ever happen to me I don’t want you shading a tear for me. I want you to be proud, knowing your brother died an honorable death. It is the way of the Clan.”
Stubbornly I shook my head. “But no one can defeat you, brother, you’re invincible!”
I gave a startled cry when I was suddenly lifted up and thrown over my brother’s shoulder. “Such talks are unnecessary,” Vor’mekta sighed, his sharp eyes staring daggers at the Yautjas in the docking area. “Come, we can’t linger here.”

==

Long after we left the docking area I slowly felt my anger subsiding. And suddenly I was feeling foolish as well as a coward. Such emotion like mines should have been kept inside. And to have an outburst like that among other Yautjas was a dangerous thing. I was already viewed as a weakling…the son of a slave…an abomination…I didn’t need anything else being added to the long list. But the thought of no longer having my brother by my side made my heart tightened with pain. To be alone on this ship was something I’ve always dreaded…to be alone with Nihkou’te…fear was what made me cling on to Vor’mekta.
I gasp when I was suddenly lifted off of Vor’mekta’s shoulder and put down. My brother knelt down in front of me with a stern look in his eyes. “Remember, show nothing.”
I nodded my understanding. It was then I realized we were just about to enter through the training area. I always hated this part. I watched nervously as Vor’mekta punched in the door code. I suddenly wished I had a weapon on me, but sadly, I wasn’t allowed to even touch a weapon even if I wanted to. As the doors open the sound of ferocious growl greeted me with opened arms. All around Yautjas were sparring around with one another. Whether it is hand to hand combat or against weapon to weapon, I was still amazed by their strength and agility. Perhaps a dozen Yautjas was in training today, I noted nervously. And all those beady eyes of theirs shot my way with hostility and disgust.
I immediately took noticed there were a handful of human slaves inside the training room. And all were attending to their masters’ needs, I observed disgustedly. A human slave girl walked past me and I winced at the sight of the thick scar across her neck behind her loose metal collar. All humans didn’t have the muscles in their throat to speak the Yautja’s language. So in ordered for communication the Healers had surgically adjusted the muscles and added a few things, I didn’t want to know about, into the human throats. Hearing a nosey growl, I hastily stood back when a group of Youngblood came to greet my brother.
“It’s good to see you’re still walking, Vor’mekta,” one of the Youngblood greeted. “Where are Dhi'rauta and Yeyin?”
My brother shook his head. “I am the only one to return, they fought bravely.”
The others laughed. “They were always cocky, those two,” another Youngblood snickered. “It’s no surprise they didn’t survive.”
Vor’mekta didn’t agree nor disagree.
“By the end of this day you will finally mate your first female and sire your first pup,” he continued and turned his hard eyes on me, “And hopefully you will finally ditch the eye-sore.”
A low warning growl emitted from his throat. I shifted nervously where I stood; my brother was in no condition to accept a challenge after returning from his Chiva.
“Come, R’ka,” his voice startled me out of thought.
I quickly followed my brother and made sure to stay close behind him. I ignored the growls and taunts of the others. I memorized each and every one of those bastards, for when my time comes I swear I’ll knock them into the ground. I gave a small sound of relief when we finally reached the end of the training room. Pushing the doors open I quickly noticed the corridors was empty. Unfortunately my relief was short lived when I see Elder Nihkou’te standing there. I had expected my Sire to address my brother, but when his cold eyes shot towards me I couldn’t withhold a whimper.
I knew what he had in mind.
“It’s time for your training, R’ka,” my Sire announced coolly. “Come.”
Beside me Vor’mekta stiffened. “I will accompany you…”
“That is not necessary, Youngblood,” Nihkou’te interrupted him. “Go to your new quarter and rest…I can handle training my own pup.”
He was coldly dismissing Vor’mekta. I fought to control my breathing and made myself not to give my brother a look of pure fright. My heart lodged in my throat when the Elder ordered me to follow him. I forced myself to follow but not before glancing over my shoulder at my brother until he was gone from my sight.
“Must you always appear so weak?”
I winced at his callous words. “I apologize, Elder.”
“I will have no blood of mine appear weak and useless in front of others,” he growled bitterly.
I nodded despite my growing anger building inside me. Mentally I begin to prepare myself for my upcoming training. I can already feel my body aching in pain and taste the blood in my mouth. Vor’mekta had always been there for my training…that was until today.

==

“Your opponent today will be Bpi-de,” Nihkou’te announced, his gray eyes staring at me coolly.
I gave a small nod and stepped onto the sparring mat. My opponent met me half-way. In this training room I counted eight young pups today. We were all dressed in our loin-cloth and mesh-suit for today’s training. I glared at my opponent who was smirking down at me. Luckily for me Bpi-de stood at my height.
“Begin!”
I brace myself against my opponent’s attack and was instantly knocked down. Snarling a curse I quickly avoided his vicious kick and jumped to my feet. Unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough to duck from a brutal fist to my stomach. I doubled over and hissed in pain and cried out when he grabbed me by the hair and yanked me down hard on the mat. I felt the wind knocked out of me when he plowed a foot into my stomach. Growling, I grabbed on to the foot and flip my opponent backward. Once he was on the floor, I quickly got on my opponent and pounded a fist into his face. I ignored the red blood mingled with green as I continued to vent out my rage on my unfortunate opponent. Suddenly I was yanked off Bpi-de and thrown across the mat. Startled I quickly jump to my feet and move away from the intruder and realized it was my Sire.
“If I give you a command, you obey!” he roared.
I flinched. “I-I didn’t h-hear…”
Between the growls and shouts from the other Yautjas I must’ve not heard my Elder ordering me off my opponent.
“Off the mat,” he ordered.
I took a step back and instantly stopped when Nihkou’te’s cold gray eyes shot towards me. “You’re not done yet, R’ka, you have seven more opponents to spar against.”
My wide eyes shot towards the Yautjas sitting around the mat and all wore a look of bloodlust. Suddenly I wish my brother was with me now. Though I shouldn’t have been surprise with my Elder’s method in training…especially with me. To be honest I’d rather go up against these lots then my own Elder…
I was into my fourth match when I felt the exhaustion taking over me. My body was pulsating in pain and soreness. I was damn near covered in blood, but didn’t care. I bit back a curse when I struggled to my feet and nearly cry out in agony at the sharp pain in my left leg. Dammit! My eyes glared at Nihkou’te who stood there calmly, his cold eyes boring into me as though I was nothing but a useless insect. With my attention diverted I didn’t see my fourth opponent’s attack. I cried out when I was lifted into the air and slammed back down into the mat. The impact knocked the breath out of me. All around I heard the faint sound of growls and taunts aimed at me. I nearly choked on my own blood going down my throat. A harsh bark from the Elder made my opponent take a step back.
“Get up,” his calm voice brought unwanted chills down my spines.
I wobbled to my feet and immediately fell back down with a cry. My body was screaming in protest at my movement. But I ignored it and to struggle to my feet. I must’ve been taking too long to benefit my Elder when I was suddenly kicked in the stomach and sent flying across the room. I would’ve kept flying if it hadn’t been for the wall, which I hit, hard. The back of my head connected with the hard stone. The sound of my own bone cracking sent a sickling chill down my spine as I fell to the floor. Already I can feel the warmth of my blood running through my hair and down my neck. Searing pain blinded me before my version burr and everything went dark…

==

I hazily awoke to the sound of harsh growls and clicks. Blinking my eyes open I bit back a hiss of pain shooting inside my head. It felt as though someone was squeezing my brain on the inside! I was careful not to move in fear of making the pain worst. Though my vision was blurry, with what I can make out I knew I was in the medic quarter and heavily bandaged. With my body facing the wall, I knew whoever was in the medic quarter held a familiar scent. Despite the ringing in my ears, I recognized the voices bickering inside the room.
“You could’ve killed him!” the furious voice growled. I knew instantly it was my brother.
A snort sounded from across the room, no doubt belonging to Elder Nihkou’te. “If he can’t handle a simple training then he deserves to be put down.”
The pain in my head couldn’t rival the pain in my heart. It was no surprise my own Sire shunned me…but to hear him admit it so…freely didn’t stop the tightening in my human heart. I couldn’t even stop these damn tears trickling down my cheeks.
“He’s no animal to be spoken as such!” my brother hissed. “My blood runs through his veins as it those yours…R’ka is your own blood and you treat him no better than your slaves!”
“He has to earn his right to stand by my side as my blood.” The Elder bit out. “You should be thankful I didn’t kill him when he was a suckling.”
“Only because Elder Bakuub was there to stop you,” my brother pointed out in a low growl. “If I have known what you had in mind I wouldn’t have left the Clan Ship to train.”
Suddenly there was a loud crashing and metals being knocked over. I desperately wanted to turn my head and see what was happening. But unfortunately I forced myself to remain still and listen on to what was happening.
“You think I didn’t know?” the Elder sneered.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Vor’mekta choked. I knew then my Elder must’ve had his fingers wrapped around my brother’s throat.
He gave a bitter chuckled. “I should’ve known…why you’re so…affectionate towards R’ka.”
I frowned at my Sire’s words. Of course my brother was affectionate towards me; he and my grandfather were the only ones to show me any kindness. Vor’mekta had always been by my side since I was a mere suckling. As young as I was…I still remembered my brother putting me to sleep whenever I was having a screaming fit.
The room grew quiet until finally Vor’mekta spoke. “Let’s talk outside…”
It was the last thing I heard before the doors closed. Painfully, I lifted my head and glanced over my shoulder. The room was now emptied. The floors were scattered with small knives and scalpels. My brows were still furrowed from the Elder’s last words.

==

It wasn’t for another five days when my brother finally returned to the medic quarter. By then I was able to sit up without any pain in my head or body. Though I was still not allowed to leave the bed, I had to force myself not to jump off the damn thing and greet my brother.
“Vor’mekta!”
My brother greeted the Healer who excused himself from the room before he approached my bed. “How are your wounds, R’ka?”
“They’re much better now!” I flexed my arm just to prove it.
Vor’mekta nodded his approval. My excitement quickly died at the trouble look on my brother’s face. His black eyes almost looked vacant and his whole posture was stiffed.
“What’s wrong, brother?”
His tusks tightened, he almost seemed reluctant to answer my question. “There’s something I must tell you…”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.
“I’ve decided to become an Arbitrator.”
“That’s wonderful,” I said quietly, slowly I can feel my heart climbing into my throat.
His black eyes hardened. “R’ka, you do understand I’m leaving the Clan Ship to train and become an Arbitrator,” my brother said in a cooled voice. “Training to become an Arbitrator takes many years and I don’t know when I will return.”
Time froze for me as I drank in his words. Already I can feel the blood draining from my face and the tightening in my heart seemed to suck all the life out of me. The clear message was there…my brother was leaving me and won’t be coming back. True he had left before but he always came back, and during his Chiva my brother had made arrangement for me to stay with my grandfather until he returned. But now…he was leaving and wasn’t coming back.
I was going to be all alone here…
Something in me snaps. “You-You can’t leave!”
His brows furrowed at my outburst. “R’ka, control yourself,” his words were calm but held a hint of warning.
I stiffened at his tone, but didn’t back down. “You’re abandoning me…” I kept my eyes on my lap where I had my hands on. They were slowly curling into fists. “You-You always wanted to become an Elder, never once did you mentioned becoming an Arbitrator…why…why now?”
“For my own reason,” his voice remained cool and impassive.
This new behavior from my brother so unlike him, never once has he been this cold towards me. “But…if you become an Arbitrator than you’re giving up the chance to become an Elder.”
“I know the risk,” he bit out bitterly, his black eyes glaring at me coldly.
Not many Youngblood join the recruit of Enforcers soon after their Chiva. And not many come back alive. As Vor’mekta said, it takes many years to achieve the status of Arbitrator. But once your become an Enforcer, you’re in it for life, until death. You’ve dedicated yourself to the Mother Ship’s Law Enforcers. To always take on the mission of hunting Badbloods and others who seek to tarnish the Yautja’s way.
“I have a ship waiting for me…” my brother’s voice trailed off, his eyes staring at the foot of my bed. “I must leave as soon as I’m done talking to you…”
My throat tightened. He spoke the words so callously and I couldn’t help but feel my pain grow into bitter resentment. Just way like a Yautja to put their ways before blood, I thought angrily. Vor’mekta was no different from these barbaric creatures.
“I see…”
A beep came from Vor’mekta’s wrist computer. Giving it a quick press, he returned his eyes towards me. “I must be going…”
I watched through blurry eyes as he turned to leave. The second the doors closed behind him I almost choke on my grief. I sat in bed wholly in my own self misery with the thoughts of being left alone on this condemned Clan Ship. My brother was minutes away from leaving and I was going to be left alone. The thoughts of enduring more of the Elder’s training brought fear down my spine. Going through everything, the abuse and taunts of the Clan I was able to handle, but not having no one to talk to…to at least know you have an ally…that was something I couldn’t go through with. And within minutes I jumped off my bed and ran after him.
It wasn’t until I was inside the docking area did I spotted Vor’mekta. I reached my brother was he was just getting ready to enter his ship.
“Please don’t leave!”
My brother halted and turned towards me. The Yautjas who happened to be there stopped in their work to watch. But they weren’t my focus, it was my brother. “You can’t just up and leave!”
Vor’mekta shot me a look of warning, which I ignored. “You can’t…you just can’t…” I no longer cared if tears were leaking down my face or how weak I appeared in front of the Clan. I just didn’t want to be alone.
“Enough, R’ka…” his words were soft and yet deadly.
I cling to his arm and held on with all my might. “Please, please don’t go!”
I gave a start when a loud roar came from behind us and the next thing I know I was knocked to the ground. Looking up I realized it hadn’t been another Yautja to knock me away, it was my own brother. The look in his eyes felt as though a stranger staring down at me. Cold and emptied, it was the first time I truly feared my own brother.
“You will not touch me so freely, hybrid,” he snarled.
My eyes widened at his cruel and unforgiving words. He might as well have called me an insect. “Bro-brother…”
“You’re weak and clingy, hybrid; you will never become an Honored Warrior.” He scoffed. “You’re no blood of mine.”
Without another word Vor’mekta turned and walked into the ship. The doors closed behind him and something inside me closed as well. Suddenly everything felt numb; I didn’t even feel a hand touching my shoulder until it gave me a harsh squeeze. I look up to see Elder Nihkou’te standing there with his resentful eyes.
“Come, R’ka, it’s time for you to train for your Chiva.”
Despite the numbness I was feeling my Elder’s words jerked at me. Did I hear him right?
“My…my Chiva?” I asked numbly. “But I thought…”
“I’ve decided to put you among the Unbloods, I believe it’s time for you to prove yourself,” his gray eyes stared at me coldly.
I was finally getting what I wanted, a chance to train amongst the Unblood and finally take my rite of passage in the Chiva test. It was practically a dream come true for a Hybrid like me. But my joyous moment was dimmed by the abandonment of my brother. He wasn’t going to be here to witness my proudest moment and probably never will.
“You’re weak and clingy, hybrid; you will never become an Honored Warrior.”
My brother’s words echoed in my head and suddenly my pain soon turned to anger. Who the hell was he to spew those words at me?! I’ll show him, I’ll show all these bastards I can survive my Chiva and come back as a Youngblood. And soon I’ll work my way pass a Blooded and finally become what I’ve always dreamt of becoming, an Honored Warrior. The level of an Honored Warrior was highly respected among the Clans…and then finally, finally will I be able to challenge the Elder and break away from the Clan. No more mistakes, no more tears…and absolutely no more relying on someone else. The time to prove myself was here and I wasn’t about to ruin it by crying over a Yautja. Nothing but disgusting, barbaric creatures…
“Let us be on our way…”
I looked up and watched the Elder strolled out of the docking area. My fists clenched as I made myself follow behind. But before I can beat the bastard in front of me, I needed to focus my attention on training for my upcoming Chiva, it was years away and yet I felt I was ready now.

(End POV)

Cross leaned back into the pillows with her eyes locked on to her father, who had his head down, his gray eye staring the floor below after he finished his story. At such a young age her father must’ve experienced so many pains. First the resentment of his owns father, the coldness of his Clan and now the abandonment of his brother. It was no wonder he hated the Arbitrator. At the moment the Captain didn’t know what to say to her father. Though she couldn’t see his face, she knew by the quivering of his shoulders he was angry.
“General?”
At the sound of his daughter’s voice, Edwin lifted his head up and frowned at the sadness in her eyes. “I didn’t tell you my pathetic childhood story to make you feel pity for me, Captain,” he bit out. “I told you because I want you to be careful around those things.”
“What of Elder Bakuub?”
He stiffened. “Elder Bakuub is different.”
“Then not all Yautjas are the same,” Cross calmly said.
He scoffed.
She sighed and opened her mouth but clamped shut when her father suddenly stood up. “Rest, I will speak with you later.” It wasn’t a request.
The Captain watched worriedly as the General exit her room; it wasn’t long before she heard her apartment door open and closed. Sighing she relaxed into her pillows with her hands behind her head. With her eyes closed and her thoughts still on her father she didn’t hear the sound of someone entering her bedroom. Only when the bed dipped did she became aware she wasn’t alone. She didn’t realize she had her Bersa out and aimed at the intruder when she open her eyes and saw who it was.
“A knock would have been nice,” she muttered, putting her firearm away.
Betanu cocked his head to the side. “You seem tense,” he observed.
“Do you have any human slaves, Betanu?”
His head jerked at her unexpected words, his tusks twitched in anger. “Such thing is dishonorable; the Guan-thwei Clan does not associate with those who hold slaves.”
“Did you know my grandfather’s ship carries slaves?”
Betanu grunted. “I don’t know much about Elder Nihkou’te, though I’m not surprise to hear such a thing.”
Closing her eyes the Captain leaned back into the pillows with her hands behind her head. Her mind still played the images of her father as a child on the Clan Ship. Sighing heavily, she opened her eyes and stared at the Yautja sitting beside her. “The Arbitrator is my father’s brother.”
Hearing this new truly shocked the Honored Warrior, if he wasn’t wear his mask his lower tusks would’ve been hanging open. “I…didn’t know that…”
“I didn’t know that either until today,” she muttered. “My father broke his bond with his brother when Vork decided to go train as an Arbitrator.”
“You mean Vor’mekta.”
She gave a careless shrugged. “I can’t pronounce it and now he’s Vork to me. However it feels as if there’s something else to the story.”
He chirped. “What do you mean?”
Cross shook her head. “I don’t know…” and yawned, her eyes growing weary. “I’ll try and figure everything out tomorrow.”
Betanu nodded and stood up. “I’ll leave you to your rest.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re not staying with me?”
“There is something I must attend to, I’ll return shortly,” he bowed his head before leaving.
Cross watched his retreating back until he was closed the door behind him. Sighing, she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a set of headphone and CD player. A stress reliever, Kelly had given her this ancient device in hopes the siren music inside will help relieved the stress she had when she first became Captain. To be honest it helped once before and maybe it will help again. Putting on the headphone, Cross pressed the play button and closed her eyes once the music started.
As Betanu was leaving his female’s quarter he made sure the doors was locked behind him. But other than that, his cold eyes were on the Yautja standing guard by the door. Cold yellow eyes met amused golden ones.
“I suggest you keep your infatuation to yourself,” Betanu suggested in a rather calm voice.
Halkrath arched a brow at the obvious jealous male. “Infatuation?”
“With my female,” growled Betanu.
A low growling chuckled emitted from his throat. “Tactically, she is notyour female. You have not marked her,” his tusks lifted into a grinned. “When this is over and I’m relieved of my duty as her guard, I will claim her as my own.” His grinned turned into a sneer. “I can’t wait to have her beneath me…again.”
With an enraged roar Betanu slammed a fist into his rival’s face. Halkrath saw sparks of white flashed before him as he was knocked back into the wall behind him. As quick as a cat Halkrath retaliated with an attack of his own. The shoulder rush knocked Betanu to the other side of the corridor. Both males flared their deadly tusks before charging at each other. Halkrath pushed his opponent off him before he extended his wrist-blade in challenge. Eyes glowing in raw anger, Betanu flicked his wrist and grinned as the twelve inched blade extended down. Couch down; both Yautja males circled each other’s until Betanu made the first attack. The sound of blades clashing echoed throughout the corridors. Blue sparks flew in the air as the two rival male continued on their relentless attacks. None seemed to care about the gruesome cuts they were inflicting upon themselves. Bright neon green blood dripped from their bodies as well as their blades.
Betanu ducked under a vicious swipe from Halkrath and plowed his fist into his opponent’s stomach. The force of the hit made Halkrath stagger back; Betanu took the opportunity to tackle the older male to the ground. Betanu roared his upcoming victory as he charged towards the fallen male. He threw back his arm with every intention of impaling his rival with deadly result when suddenly he was throw back and encased in a tight net. The net tightened around him, forcing him to his knees and his arms to his sides. Growling his outrage, Betanu looked over his shoulder and hissed at the Arbitrator stand there holding his net-gun in hand. Another hissed emitted from his throat when he felt the net tightened around him. Had he been ooman the net would have cut him into pieces.
“You had no right to interfere!” growled an enrage Betanu.
Vor’mekta calmly pointed to his Enforcer symbol carved into the front of his breast-plate to make his point. “I will ignore this if you two will follow me to the medic quarter without any troubles.”
Cursing, Betanu tried to use his wrist blade to cut through the netting. His curse became violent when he succeeded in only damaging his own blade.
“That net is especially made for capturing and bringing in Badbloods,” Vor’mekta said with slight amusement. “No weapon can cut through it.”
With his hand holding his injured tusks, Halkrath retract his wrist blade before getting to his feet. “We aren’t done here,” he hissed, his golden eyes darkening in fury and bloodlust.
Vor’mekta’s bored eyes went from Betanu to Halkrath before he calmly cocked his net-gun. “I guess I have no choice…”

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Lar’ja watched with wide but amused eyes as the Arbitrator dragged in his brother and Betanu into the medic quarter. The Honored Warriors were trapped in their own separate netting with the Arbitrator dragging them along with each hand. Without so much as grunting Vor’mekta threw the struggling, cursing two in Lar’ja’s direction.
“Treat their wounds,” the Arbitrator ordered.
Lar’ja arched a brow; his eyes staring at the two enrage captured males. “Which ones?”
Vor’mekta pointed to Betanu who had more wounds than his opponent. “Him.”
From his bed Connor was trying his damnest to hold back his laughter. To see his sperm donor, a Yautja warrior who stood so proudly and strong, being dragged into the medic quarter likes an undisciplined kid was hilarious! It was a rare thing to see Betanu lose control; the jerk was always in control of his emotions, something he loved to lecture Connor about. Seeing him like this, actually made Connor feel better about himself. Guess he wasn’t the only one to throw a bitch fit when he didn’t get his way.
“I swear if I see you laughing I’ll make your whipping seem like a mere scratch!” Betanu threatened his pup when he seen the Unblood’s shoulders shaking silently.
Connor quickly turned his head away with his tusks continued to twitch uncontrollably.
Sighing, Betanu calmly allow Vor’mekta to remove the netting. A quick press to the Arbitrator’s wrist-computer and the netting fell into a pool around the Honored Warrior. With Lar’ja assisting to the injured warrior, Vor’mekta bent down and picked up the netting from the floor. His stern black eyes stayed on the warrior still trapped in his netting.
“That was a foolish thing you did,” Vor’mekta snarled and turned to leave through the door, but not before saying. “I will return when Lar’ja is finish with Betanu’s wounds.”
Halkrath watched the Arbitrator until the doors closed behind him. Closing his weary eyes, he laid his head down with a heavy sighed, his troubled mind still on the female who unwillingly captured his attention.
“She’s worth it,” the fallen warrior whispered.
Halkrath was getting ready to let his mind drift off further when suddenly he caught a very familiar and chilling scent. Though it was faint he knew the scent well. Already the two other Yautja in the medic halted in their actions to lift their tusks in the air. All three Honored Warriors let out dangerous hiss.
Connor was the only one slightly confused by this. “What’s going on?”
Growling, Betanu’s sharp yellow eyes shot towards his son. “A Xenomorph is inside the Colony.”

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