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Cross was startled awake when something violently bumped against her bed. Sitting up, she tore off her headphone and reached for her Bersa on the nightstand. The room was dimly lit but her sharp eyes searched the room. Something dangerous was in here…something non-human and non-Yautja. A slithering sound glided across the floor and the Captain was quick on her feet. Suddenly something flew across the room towards her. She was only able to fire one shot before the slimy creature was on her and screeching. With her free arm she was able to hold the creature back while its glittering silver teeth continued to snap at her furiously. It had its tail wrapped around her throat and was squeezing. The Captain had no choice but to drop her weapon and grab at the tail squeezing the air out of her.
Cross knew instantly the thing attacking her was a Xeno!
But this was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. The Xeno attacking her was a newborn the size of a full grown hairless cat, but despite its size the creature was just as strong. With adrenaline pumping through her veins Cross was finally able to throw the slimy creature across the room. Cross turned to grab for her gun and aimed at the monster but her brows furrowed in anger when it was no longer there.
A loud thud came from her left and she fired without hesitation, her bullet blowing off the creature’s tail before it slammed into her. The force of it’s hit knocked her on her back. It’s droplet of blood sizzled over her arm. Crying out at the agonizing pain, Cross threw the hissing creature off her and continues to fire at it. The cat sized creature was quick to dodge her bullets while scrambling on the floor and behind her furniture. It scaled the wall and into an open vent before disappearing with a loud screech. Cradling her bloodied arm to her chest, the Captain ran under the vent and hissed a curse.
Dammit, how the fuck did she let it get away?!
Reloading her Bersa the Captain was getting ready to pull up a chair to go in after it when suddenly she heard a loud bang coming from her living room. Jumping down, she frowned when all four Yautjas, her son included, came barging in, armed and ready for battle.
Connor was the first to rush towards her. “You’re hurt!” he exclaimed worriedly, his crimson eyes staring at her wounded arm.
Though her wound was burning with pain and bleeding profusely, she ignored it. “The Xeno got away through the air vent,” and then she pointed to a wiggling tail on the floor. “I got a piece of it though.”
Halkrath nodded his approval and went over to examine the twitching tail.
Betanu approached his female. “We will handle it,” his hard yellow eyes staring at her bloodied arm. “Lar’ja will take you to your ooman healer.”
As much as she wanted to protest she couldn’t ignore the throbbing pain any longer. With a nod she followed the Honored Warrior out of her apartment with Connor close at heel. Upon leaving the Captain was quick to notice the damages inflicted in her corridors, the walls from left to right were dented and the floor had droplet of green neon blood. Hell, it looked as though someone had their own personal little war in her hallway! She turned her questioning eyes towards Lark.
Lar’ja merely shrugged. “Don’t ask.”

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“I brought in reports you wanted, General.”
Looking up from his paper work the General gave a small nod towards his Lieutenant. “Just set them over there,” he waved his hand careless toward a spot emptied on his desk.
The Lieutenant arched a brow at the piles of papers sitting on top of his General’s desk. Normally the General always had either him or the Captain going through these reports. But judging by the dark circle underneath his hard gray eye his General must be stressing over something. It was a rare thing to see something like this from the General. Normally the scarred man’s emotions were closed tighter than a virgin’s legs!
Samson cleared his throat roughly to get the General’s attention. Edwin stopped his pen in mid-stroke to look at him. “Would you like some help, General?”
His eye lowered back down to his paper work. “That is unnecessary. You’re dismissed, Lieutenant.”
Samson stiffened at the older man’s hard tone but wisely saluted his superior before retreating from the office. Once his Lieutenant was gone, Edwin threw his pen down with a heavy sigh. His only thoughts at the moment involved him taking a long and well deserved sleep. He was getting ready to do just that when suddenly his Lieutenant came rushing back into his office. Edwin was instantly on alert.
“What happened?” the General demanded.
“The Captain was attacked.”

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Kelly flinched at the harsh expression on her Captain’s face. The first thing the little nurse noticed when her Captain walked into the medic room was her bloodied arm, it was bleeding profusely on the floor. Walking behind the Captain was a worried Connor.
“Patch me up,” the Captain’s strained voice was lace with impatient as she climbed onto the med cot.
Kelly was quick to put everything together and started with cleaning the Captain’s bloodied arm. Swallowing down the urge to vomit at the burning smell, she asked. “Wh-what happened?”
Cross bit back a curse, “Someone brought in a Xenomorph into the Colony.”
Kelly’s green eyes widened in horror, “You mean those things you fought in that infected Colony?”
The Captain nodded, her cold eyes darkening in anger. “Yes. It must’ve sneaked its way into my room while I was asleep.” She glanced at her arm distastefully. “Hurry it, I must find it and kill it.”
“Betanu and the others will take care of it,” Connor growled.
She shot him a stern look. “No, I was the one who let it get away… I should be the one to kill it.”
Connor bit back a curse. “You’re being stubborn.”
The Captain gave a dry chuckle. “Thank you.”
“Does the General know?” Kelly asked while working furiously to disinfect the Captain’s wounds, her worried eyes kept shooting towards Cross’s bruised neck.
“I passed by Lieutenant Samson on my way here, I’m sure by now my father received the message.”
Nurse Rose was in the mist of cleaning her Captain’s wounds when the doors to the medic room opened. Looking up, her startled green eyes went wide at the sight of a fearsome Yautja ducking under the doors. No matter how many times Kelly saw these fearsome creatures she was always awe of their dominating presence. In the past Kelly had always seen this Yautja standing beside either the General or the Captain. Judging by the gray swinging deadlocks passed its massive shoulders he had to be one of the Elders signing the treaty. Odd as it may sound, but staring at this ancient Yautja, he felt somewhat familiar to her. Kelly didn’t realize she was shaking until she felt a warm and comforting hand touching her arm.
“It’s alright, Nurse Rose,” the Captain reassuring voice soothed her. “He’s a relative of mines.”
It suddenly answered her question as to why she felt so familiar with his presence. Kelly gave a jerky nod before resuming her duty. Sighing, Cross laid her head back down and stared into a pair of familiar eyes. “Elder,” she nodded her acknowledgement. “I don’t believe you’ve met a close friend of mines, Kelly Rose.”
Bakuub bowed his head low at the timid female. “It’s a pleasure to meet a close friend of my bloodline.”
Kelly mimicked his gesture clumsily. “Th-Thank you, sir.”
ElderBakuub was quick to scan his blood’s injury. “You’re fortunate to still have a functioning arm.”
The Captain shuddered at the thought of losing her arm. She was just thankful it was just a couple of droplets. “I blew off its tail…but I let it get away,” she downcast her eyes in shame.
The Nurse let out of a soft gasps when she heard the massive Yautja let out a gentle purr. She watched those deadly claws reach out to smooth the hair from her Captain’s face. To see such deadly weapons touch her Captain with tenderness almost brought tears to the overly sensitive Nurse. Cross did mention this was a relative of hers, Kelly was suddenly curious.
“Halkrath is analyzing the tail to see which type of hard meat the creature is.” Bakuub explained.
Cross frowned. “There are different types of Xenomorphs out there?”
Unconsciously, Connor’s curiosity edged him closer to the conversation.
He nodded. “The thing that attacked you was a mere new born or a Chestburster, as you call it. There are many types of hard meats birthed from the Queen.” He gave her a level look. “You must always be cautious.” He added.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Your Sire is almost upon us,” Bakuub suddenly said.
No sooner did those words leave his mouth when the doors to the medic room opened and in walks the General. His scarred face was a closed book to the Captain’s eyes, but to the Yautjas standing beside her, they could easily smell the fear radiating off the General.
Seeing the cruel General, Connor was quick to step back into the dark corner.
His one gray eye shot towards his Captain. “Report,” was all he said.
Cross relayed to him everything she told the Elder. Almost immediately the General was on his radio, ordering an evacuation of the Colony. Cross nodded her approval, had it been any other Colony the place would have been on lockdown, no one in and no one out. Safety of the civilians always did come first to the General, they were under his protection after all and it was his responsibility to see to their safety first. There was no telling what kind of Xeno was running loose, it could be a Queen for all he knew. Kelly flinched when the emergency red light flashed in the room and the computerized feminine voice came through the speakers.
“Attention, civilians, attention please; all civilians must evacuate the premises immediately; this is not a drill, thank you for your cooperation.”
Edwin turned back to his daughter. “You’re sure there was only one?”
She nodded. “Only one attacked me…but I’m not so sure if there’s just one out there.”
While the General went back on his radio issuing orders, the Captain turned to her friend. “I need you to help the other nurses and doctors evacuate the patients from the Medic Center, Nurse Rose,” said the Captain.
But the nurse’s stern eyes were on the Captain’s wound. “I’m not done stitching you up.”
“Just wrap it up for me,” was all she said.
“But it will scar…”
“Then let it,” Cross cut her off with a dark scowl.
Seeing the determination in her friend’s eyes, the nurse lowered her eyes. “I’ll bandage it up…”
Once she was done, Kelly made a move to leave when she felt a hand on her arm. Turning around she sees the Captain holding her Bersa towards her. “Take it.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “Cross…”
Cross thrust the handle towards her. “For my peace of mind, Nurse Rose, I have to know you’re at least armed.”
Despite the Captain’s scowl Kelly noticed the plea in those beautiful eyes of hers. Giving a small smile the nurse took the heavy weapon and clumsily held it in her hand. “Thank you.”
The Captain nodded. “Be safe.”
Cross watched the young nurse leave the medic room before sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her eyes went from her General to the Elder. Holding the radio away from his mouth Edwin turned his attention towards his Captain.
“Get your team together and make sure the evacuation goes successfully,” he ordered, his cold eye narrowed at the young Yautja standing beside his daughter. “Humans out, no alien life-form can leave the Colony.”
Cross arched a brow at his words, it was obviously he was referring to the Yautjas as well, she nodded. “As you wish, General Edwin.”
Connor stiffened when the General approached him. What the damn cold human wanted with him, he has no idea. “What do you want?” he muttered angrily.
Edwin merely arched a thick brow at the young warrior’s disrespectful tone. But now wasn’t the time to discipline him, what the General had in mind involved the albino accompanying him on a little mission.
“You’re coming with me,” was all the General said before leaving the medic room.
Chirping his confusion, Connor turned his questioning eyes toward his mother. The Captain merely shrugged and jerked her head at the door. “You should go with him.”
Connor scoffed. “I’m not going anywhere with that jackass.”
She sighed, her eyes drawn with worry. Connor was still recovering from his whipping and the thought of him out of bed pained her. But looking into his crimson eyes she saw no weakness nor any sign of his own pain. “Connor, go with the General.”
“So he can throw me to the Xenomorph!?” he growled, glaring at her as though she lost her mind. “The man hates me and I’m pretty sure he plans on using me as bait.”
Complaining and irritable, Connor extended his wrist blades while turning to follow the General – just in case the General tried something.
ElderBakuub threw his blood a look of amusement. “They’re not so different.”
The Captain couldn’t help but agree.

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The Captain’s team consisted of her Lieutenant and Squad Leaders Lucian and Jason. The General had also assigned Victor, the Private who accompanied her to the infected Colony two years ago, to her team. Although she would have preferred Victor to stay with her father since he was leading a team in search for the Xeno. Knowing arguing was futile; the Captain took the expert with her.
Cross described the details of the Xeno to Victor who was frowning by the time she was done. “Doesn’t sound like something I’ve ever seen before,” he muttered thoughtfully. “Perhaps it’s a Queen.”
They both shuddered at the thought. “Perhaps…” she agreed with him.
“But who would wanna bring a parasite into the Colony?” Percy asked. “That’s crazy…”
A dark scowl came over the Captain’s face as her fists curled at each side. “I don’t know…but whoever did it, I’ll see to it I execute them personally.”
Cross assigned the other Squad Leaders to all the exits surrounding the Colony and with them a small team of soldiers armed and ready for combat. Though the civilians were frightened, they cooperated with the Captain’s order to leave the Colony. Unfortunately there were those who complained about being kicked out of their own home. The Captain merely smiled and pointed towards the exit. Cross had already ordered all her men not to mention any alien running around through the air vents. She didn’t need to have the civilians going into panic. From the side Cross and her teammates watched as the civilians moved in an orderly fashion out the exit.
From the corner of her eye the Captain caught a small figure moving towards her. “It’s probably those Yautjas,” an elderly woman hissed.
Percy appeared beside his Captain. “Ma’am, please return to the line.”
“You brought those things in here,” the woman accused, her aging eyes burning in hatred.
Cross’s smile stiffened. “I assure you, Ma’am, the Yautjas have nothing to do with this.”
The old woman moved closer to the Captain and hissed the words that froze her heart. “You’re not even human. Your words are lies.”
Cross’s eyes widened at her words, she opened her mouth but not a sound came out. Suddenly Percy was in front of the old woman and gently urging her back into the line. Tearing her eyes away, Cross avoided looking at Jason and Lucian, who probably wore a look of bewilderment. But it was Victor who approached her. Looking into the older man’s eyes, the Captain saw no judgment or resentment. The tension left her body at the understanding and respect written in those eyes of his.
“Don’t let anyone tell you who you are,” he said, his eyes watching the civilians. “It’s not the appearance that makes you who you are,” saying so he held a hand to his chest. “It’s what inside that count.”
Cross didn’t bother to stop the smile from lifting her lips. “Where did you get that from, Private? A Hallmark card?” she teased lightly.
He gave a rusty chuckle. “You’re one hell of a woman, Captain, if you don’t mind my saying,” his thoughts filling with the images of fighting beside her against the Xenomorphs two years back. Brave and confident, it was just a shame he wasn’t young anymore, else he would’ve tried courting the young woman.
Suddenly the Private finds himself in a headlock, grunting he looks up and scowled at his attacker. “Dammit, Jason, let me go!”
“Don’t go flirting with the Captain, old man,” Jason teased. “Else I’ll have to report it to the General.”
Victor grunted.
Cross snorted. “Enough play, guys, keeps an eye on here,” she nodded toward Percy. “Take over for me; I have to gather some information.”

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Guan rushes past his comrades and into his Elder’s chamber. He’s only just received the news of a Xeno invading the Colony. The thought of a hunt brought excitement to the young Yautja’s blood. But when he also heard of the female being attacked his heart was practically lodged in his throat by the time he made it to his Elder.
ElderNihkou’te barely acknowledged the Blooded. “What is it?”
“There’s a hard meat inside the Colony.”
The Elder’s cool gray eyes remained impassive. “What of it?”
Guan frowned, confused by his Elder’s un-eagerness to join in the hunt. “Shouldn’t we help the oomans?”
He grunted. “I thought you didn’t care for those weaklings,” he eyed the younger male with distaste. “Or have you taken a sudden change of heart?”
The Blooded stiffened at the mockery in his tone. “Akira was attacked.”
At the mentioned of his blood’s name, something flickered in those cold dead eyes of his before it was quickly gone. “Is she dead?”
He shook his head. “I heard she was wounded, but nothing fatal.”
Nihkou’te scoffed. “What is the point of having guards if they’re not around to protect you,” he muttered to himself and then returned his attention to the young warrior. “We’re not to interfere with the ooman’s hunt.”
Guan’s frown deepens. “But…”
“This is not our hunt, you know the Law,” the Elder’s tone broke no argument. “We will leave it to the oomans to defend their territory.”
Guan knew better than to argue with his Elder, but the fists at his sides were eager to draw the hard meat’s blood and fight beside the female. “And what if the hard meat decides to wander into our section of the Colony?”
The Elder’s maimed tusks lifted into a smirk. “Then we kill it.”

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Walking behind the General, Connor kept his wary eyes on the taller male’s back. He still had no idea why he was being dragged alongside the General’s mission. But if he tried anything suspicious the Unblood wouldn’t hesitate to take action, even if he was his mother’s father. Walking alongside them were the human soldiers, five from his count. Connor was somewhat surprised the soldiers weren’t giving him the evil look or saying crude remarks. In fact, all seemed to be focused at the task ahead. Though brief the General merely explained to him they were going on a hunt. The first thing to come to mind was fear and then excitement. But Connor was far from finished with his training; he wasn’t allowed to hunt a hard meat until his Chiva. What he was about to do was forbidden! The thought of going through another whipping made him shiver. The stitches in his back pulled at his every movement, it was both discomforting and painful. He wasn’t even supposed to be out of bed. But the thought of his mother being hurt gave him the strength to leave the bed without any pain. Connor could still hear the sound of his mother’s painful scream, it was the only reason they came rushing towards her apartment. Well… her screaming and the gun shots that followed afterward.
“I hope you know I’m not bringing you with me to kill the Xeno,” the General’s harsh voice startled Connor out of thought. “When we find this thing I want you to stand back and watch…”
Connor scowled, but gave a slow nod. “No problem,” his answered was short and curt.
Edwin glances over his shoulder at the scowling pup. “No what, Unblood?” he prompted icily, his deadly eye almost seem to be challenging him.
Swallowing down the urge to spew curses at him, the Unblood lowered his head in submission. “No, General, I won’t interfere.”
Grunting his satisfaction, Edwin continued his way down the corridors.
Staring at the pipes attached to the walls, Connor knew they were heading towards the boiler room. In his studies with the hard meats he found out the parasites preferred cold and dark places to slumber.
“Xenomorphs are like wolves…they prefer to hunt in packs,” the General explained to his men. “But if there is one it will attacks anyone it sees as a threat. So I suggest we stay as a group and no wandering off, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, General,” the soldiers answered him simultaneously.
Connor merely twitched his tusks in annoyance. He wasn’t about to be envious of the arrogant General.

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Making her way back to her apartment, Cross was glad Betanu was the only one standing in her living room. But seeing the troubled look in his yellow eyes had her stomach twisting nervously at the upcoming danger.
She got straight to the point. “What did Hulk find out?”
“This is no ordinary hard meat we’re after,” he clicked angrily.
She scowled. “Is it a Queen?” and shuddered at the thought.
The Honored Warrior shook his head, his heavy dreads swinging with the motion. “No, it’s something much more dangerous.”
“What can more dangerous than a Queen?” she asked, shocked at the thought of something more dangerous than a twenty foot drooling parasite.
“An Emperor…” was all he said.
“Emperor?” she repeated thoughtfully. “What makes him so dangerous?”
“An Emperor is only birthed during the time of a Hive War, but unlike the mindless drones that are controlled by the Queen; this one thinks and acts on its own.”
Cross nervously swallows the lump in her throat. “I take it you fought against one before?”
He shook his head. “It’s rare to come face to face with an Emperor; only the oldest of our Clan have the privilege of such honor. The Queen normally won’t birth one unless she is given no choice. An Emperor doesn’t care for its mother, but will go into battle for the thrill of spilling blood and then it will go against its Queen.”
The Captain frowns. “I see.”
He grunted. “Which is why an Emperor is dangerous,” Betanu checked his combi-stick before retracting it and attaching it to his waist belt. “Lar’ja and Halkrath went on ahead to track the hard meat, I should get going.”
Although all he just described made her hesitate to let him go, it would be a foolish thing to hold him back. He was a Yautja, an Honored Warrior after all. He wasn’t going to stay even if she begged. Crushing down the urge to hold on to him, the Captain gave a curt nod.
“Good hunting,” she muttered, staring at him with impassive eyes.
Betanu wasn’t fooled by her cold display. Growling softly, he lowered his head until he brushed his tusks against her hair, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head. “When I return…perhaps…” he pulled back to look her in the eyes, his eyes darkening in lust. “Perhaps I will celebrate my victory by claiming you.”
Perhaps it was the thought of the upcoming hunt that excited him, but all Betanu could think of was coming back to his female and claiming her over and over again, marking her as his…finally.
Her loins immediately tightened at his possessive tone, her eyes darken at the liquid heat glowing in his eyes. “We will see…” she muttered huskily.
Lifting his tusks into a grin, Betanu brushed his thumb over her lower lip before straightening back up and leaving. Her eyes followed his movement until he was gone from the apartment. Sighing heavily, Cross thought it was a good idea to have the Yautjas helping her father with this hunt. But the big question was will her father, the General, accept their help? Grabbing for her Dragon Claw, she looped the Kanata to her waist and hostlered her Magnum 500 before leaving the apartment.

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Betanu was quick to meet up with Halkrath and Lar’ja by the entry door leading towards the boiler room. All Yautjas knew where the hard meats preferred to retreat during their growth stage. At his approach Lar’ja was the one to take a step towards him, Halkrath lingered back and merely glared at the other male through his mask.
Betanu ignored him and addressed Lar’ja. “Did you find anything leading to how a newly birthed hard meat came to be in my female’s chamber?”
They all know during a birth a hard meat retreats to a safe place where it can grow into an adult. But to suddenly attack during its weak stage was out of its character. It was something that didn’t sit well with the Honored Warriors.
Lar’ja chirped and pulled something out from his pouch. He held the object in question towards him. “I found these inside the vent where the hard meat escaped through.”
Betanu scowled at the tiny bolts in his palm and hissed a curse. “Someone unscrewed the bolts.”
He nodded. “I suspected as much…” Lar’ja growled dangerously. “Someone’s trying to kill your female.”
Rage and bloodlust surged through Betanu’s veins, the thought of getting his claws on the coward’s flesh nearly drown him in red. Once he’d dealt with the hard meat, he was going after the bastard.
“Did you inform Cross of this situation?” He indicated towards the bolts in his hand.
A dark scowl loomed over his face before he extended his twelve-inch wrist blade. “No, I will find whoever did this and skin them alive myself.”
Lar’ja nodded his understanding, but his brows furrowed in worry. “But what if it was an ooman? You know we can’t do anything to jeopardize the peace signing.”
This time it was both Betanu and Halkrath who scoffed, but it was Betanu who answered. “Then I will see to it she never finds out.”
“Or anyone else in that matter,” Halkrath added with a deadly promise.
Staring from his brother to Betanu, Lar’ja knew he didn’t want to be there for the unfortunate creature. Whoever it was better be prepared to get tortured by not only one enraged Yautja, but two.

==

“Evacuation was successful, Captain,” Lieutenant Percy reported to his Captain the second he sees her walking towards the group. “We have soldiers guarding all air-vents and doors leading towards the boiler room in every sector. I even have some guarding outside the Colony, in case this thing tries to escape.”
Victor grunted. “The Xeno isn’t planning to escape, Lieutenant, the place the parasite births from is automatically its home. So technically you’re the ones who are the invaders.”
Cross frowned. “Drones, yes, but what about an Emperor?”
At the name the blood from the Private’s face drained completely. “Em-Emperor you say?”
“Yes, the thing we have roaming our Colony is an Emperor,” she informed him grimly.
“Oh, shit,” the Private groaned as he ran a shaky hand through his salt and pepper hair. “We’re fucked…”
“What the hell is an Emperor?” asked a bewildered Lucian.

==

Edwin’s stomach curled at the strong foul scent of the Xeno lingering in the air. Earlier one of his men found a slimy shedding skin of an unknown creature; Edwin knew it belonged to the parasite. The thing was developing into adulthood rather fast, the General thought. It’s only been two hours since the creature got loose; Edwin was going to make sure this thing wasn’t going to live any longer than that.The General slung his heavy .223 Remington from it’s resting place on his broad shoulder into the crook of his elbow and cocked it. Without hesitation his men mimicked his action with their machine guns. Only Connor stood in the back and watched. Since he was merely an Unblood the only weapons he was allowed to carry were a simple combi-stick and a wrist-blade. He suddenly wished he had a Plasma Caster sitting on his shoulder, but that wouldn’t happen until he went on his Chiva.
“Is that fear coming from you, Unblood?”
Connor gave a start; he hadn’t realized the General and his men had stopped walking. But while his soldiers were keeping a close eye on their surroundings, the General kept his one gray eye on the Yautja.
Remembering his mocking words, Connor scoffed.
“Please, continue showing your fear, perhaps it will help lure in our prey,” the General remarked dryly before he resumed walking ahead.
The strong scent of the hard meat was getting closer the further they ventured into the boiler room. Connor had asked the General what the length of the underground boiler room was and the scarred male simply replied it ran the length of two football fields. Connor hadn’t known what a football field was and shrugged. With his wrist-blade extended at his side, the Unblood kept trained eyes on his surroundings. A low rumbling growl escaped through his tusks when the scent of the enemy grew stronger, his growl was answered by a chilling hiss.
Edwin immediately halted at the sound, his men included, and looked up ahead at the monstrous creature standing fifteen feet away. Even with the dull lights above, Edwin easily made out the Xenomorph’s features. This Xenomorph was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Standing at a mere nine feet, this Xeno’s black skin had odd red stripe patterns to it. Just like the Queen it had a twin set of arms attached to its upper chest and long, muscular legs. But what caught Edwin’s eye was its flickering stump tail whipping restlessly behind it. He then remembered his daughter shot off its tail when it attacked her. The large crown of this Xeno was somewhat smaller than its Queen, but held deadly spikes at each side. But unlike its brethren, where their body resembled a skeleton stature, this one was built with meat and muscles. If Edwin didn’t know any better he would’ve accused the mysterious Xeno of injecting itself with steroid! Almost as if it sensed the General observing it, the creature lifted its head up and directed its non-existent eyes toward him. Its lips pulled back into a permanent grin, flashing him those sharp silver glistening teeth.
The creature took a step forward.
Immediately all weapons took aim at the threatening parasite.
The creature was quick to take a step back, its head cocked to the side while its long fingers clenched and unclenched at it side.
Edwin scowled. Had it been any other Xeno it would have come charging by now, but not this one. In fact, it looked as though the thing was…rethinking! The General had only heard of the Queen being intelligent among the Hive, so could this thing be a somewhat deformed Queen?
“Should we fire, General?” his Lieutenant asked in a harsh whisper, his eyes fixed on the creature in front.
As interesting as this parasite was, the General couldn’t afford to let it live any longer. “Kill it.”
The sound of gun fire was deafening to his ears, but his sharp eye stayed on the Xenomorph as it quickly whipped around and ran further into the boiler room. The thing was fast, he gave it that, despite its heavy muscles the Xeno was just as fast as its brethren.
“After it,” ordered the General.
His men were quick to run after the parasite. He stayed behind and watched as the darkness of the boiler room engulfed his men.
“You’re not going with them?”
Edwin tsked, he’s actually forgotten about the pest behind him. “I trust my men to know what to do.”
“Did you actually see that thing!?” Connor exclaimed. “Your men are going to be cut to pieces!”
The General’s scarred face remained impassive. “It was afraid of us; I highly doubt it will put up much of a fight.”
Connor growled. “Your arrogance will be the death of you one day.”
The General turned to him than, Connor forced himself not to flinch under the icy eye of the human he feared as a pup. “And by whom I wonder…”
The Unblood lowered his head. “Despite how much I hate you, I could never hurt my mother by killing you. For some reason, unknown to me, she loves you.”
Edwin gave a rare laugh, startling Connor at the rusty sound. “You believe you can, not only defeat me, but kill me as well?”
Connor raises his crimson eyes toward the General with confidence. “Perhaps…but I am not so foolish as to think it will happen now. Maybe in time I can finally defeat you, General, and prove to you I’m not a weakling as you claim me to be.”
Listening to his spoken words, Edwin felt the blood drain from him face as the image of Connor was replaced with the image of himself as a bruised and bloodied child. But as quick as the image came, it was gone. Muttering a curse, the General turned away from the pest. “Think what you will, but when the time comes for you to do battle with me…I will be waiting.”
Connor stood back and watched the General calmly walk off in the direction where his men had disappeared. Suddenly the Unblood was conflicted over whether he should follow or leave. He wasn’t needed here since the General was certain he could handle everything. But the image of his mother flashed before his eyes and he knew…he couldn’t abandon the stubborn, arrogant jackass of a General. Muttering about the General’s stupidity and stubborn pride, Connor ran after him.

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They told her what they found wasn’t going to be pleasant, but Cross already knew that from the foul stench alone. Stepping into the room her eyes immediately found the source of the smell and something inside her twisted. Not only did this parasite burst from girl’s chest, it ripped her in two from the chest down. Blood spray everywhere from the floor to the wall and even on the ceiling, Cross could barely contain the urge to vomit. Walking towards the corpse of the girl the Captain avoided stepping on any of the dead’s entrails as she knelt down beside her former student.
Her face was frozen in a mask of horror…and pain, her sightless eyes staring into nothingness. Despite the growing anger surging through her veins, the Captain was gentle as she brushed the dead girl’s hair from her face before closing those eyes to rest. No one deserved to die like this…
“Oh, Sonia,” she muttered and lowered her head in respect for the girl.
Percy was hesitant to disturb the Captain, but forced his feet to move. “Captain, look at her hands…”
Lifting her head up, Cross followed to where Percy was pointing and her anger only intensified. Someone had bound the girl’s wrists together. “Is there anything else in the room?”
Percy was careful to scan the small room before returning his attention to his Captain. “None I can see…whoever did this is out there.”
Standing by the doorway, Victor took in the scene with hard eyes. “We have ourselves a little hunt.”
Cross knew what he meant. “First things first, we will have to wait until the General eliminates the Xeno threat…”
“But the bastard would be gone by then,” Percy protested. “Hell, it could’ve been one of the civilians.”
Cross tore her eyes away from the decreased and snapped her furious eyes at the Lieutenant. “Or…someone from the military could’ve done this.” She snarled through clenched teeth. “It could be anybody, Lieutenant; we have to keep our options open.”
Muttering a curse, he nodded. “Aye, Captain.”
Getting to her feet, Cross turned her attention to two of her soldiers. “Clean this place up and make sure you don’t leave anything behind,” she ordered before leaving the room, once outside, Cross inhales deeply before opening her eyes and exhaling. Percy, standing beside his Captain, caught sight of her eyes and frowned. Normally they tended to glow a vibrant purple, but now they were dark and damn near black!
Percy was quick to follow his Captain, but wisely kept his mouth shut. Behind those eyes of hers he knew there was a burning rage. He was truly saddened to see the body belong to rookie Sonia. The girl had high potential of becoming a Squad Leader, it was a shame indeed.
“Go check on the other Squad Leaders, Lieutenant,” The Captain’s voice was surprisingly calm and remote. “Make sure everyone’s…”
Percy didn’t get a chance to hear the rest of her words, especially since she was mumbling it. He halted in his track and watch worriedly as his Captain walked aimlessly down the corridors. He didn’t realize the death of her student had that much effect on her.
Percy decided to call out to her. “Cap…” he was cut off when a hand to his shoulder startled him. Looking over his shoulder, he frowned. “What is it, Lucian?”
The larger man merely shook his head while his eyes stay glued on his Captain’s retreating back. “Let her go…maybe a little walk might cool her rage.”
“Now isn’t the time to be walking so casually!” the Lieutenant snapped.
Suddenly Victor appeared beside him, looking just as convinced as Lucian. “He’s right, she’ll be fine.”
The Lieutenant shook his head, what they didn’t know was he has seen firsthand what the Captain could do during her rage. Just the look in her eyes promised blood. Whatever ever she was walking to…he knew she wouldn’t stop until she brought in the one who’d done this.

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Cross hadn’t realize she’d stopped walking until she lifted her head up and stared at the small group of rookies in front of her. They hadn’t noticed her since they were too busy playing cards on the floor with their back towards her. At any other time the Captain would have scolded the group and send them on a twenty mile run. But hearing their small laughter and jokes made her lean against a near-by wall and think back to a time when she caught a certain someone doing something they shouldn’t.

(Flash Back)

It’s been six months since Connor left and already Cross can feel her heart tightening at the reminder of her loss of missing her son. Training with her father had somewhat helped her corps with missing Connor, but it wasn’t enough. She couldn’t even stop the damn tears from leaking down her cheeks late at night. Cross had even gone as far as to provoking the General into a rough training that left her bloodied, bruised and empty. Work no longer interest her, training no longer held any excitement, even food tasted like ash in her mouth. Cross hadn’t realized she was going through this until one day the General summoned her into his office.
Brushing back the black bangs from her eyes, the Captain strolled into the General’s office and saluted him. “You summoned me, General?”
The General barely lifted his head from his paperwork before he addressed her. “I’m giving you an assignment.”
Cross instantly spark at the thought of going on a mission. “What is the assignment?”
“I have new recruits coming in this afternoon and I’ve assigned you as their trainer.”
The Captain’s interest immediately died at the thought of training a bunch of damn rookies. “That’s not my job, General.”
The bite of her tone must’ve set him off because he was leaving his desk and walking towards her. Cross merely stood there with her cold eyes fixed on his. “Lately you don’t know what your job is, Captain,” he sneered. “I can’t have you wallowing around like a damn empty shell around here. So…I’m assigning you to train the new recruits coming in this afternoon and I expect you to be there.”
She stiffened, but refuses to back down. “It’s the job of a Corporal to train the Rookies, not mine.”
“I didn’t assign a Corporal, I’ve assigned you,” he bit out impatiently. “Or would you rather I stripped you of your rank?”
To be honest, Cross hadn’t really cared what her father wanted at the moment. All she wanted was to be left alone.
“Also, I’ve assigned you a new Lieutenant who will help you with the training.”
Cross scowled. “I don’t want a new Lieutenant.”
But the General ignored her and reached for his radio to order someone in. Behind her the doors opened and Cross glanced over her shoulder to see a rather confident Percy walking in. He merely smiled at her and she instantly knew this was her new Lieutenant.
“It will be a great honor to work beside you, Captain,” Percy saluted her.
She grumbled a curse but nodded.
The General glanced at his watch before announcing. “Your new recruits will be arriving in half an hour, go see to it everything is ready for them.”
The newly assigned Lieutenant was already bobbing his head up and down. “Yes, General!”
Cross watched him leave through the corner of her eyes before turning back to her father. “Gen…”
But the man held up his hand and made a shooing motion with it. Holding back a curse, the Captain gave a low growl before exiting his office. She should have known the moment she walked out her newly assigned Lieutenant was waiting for her.
“You don’t look so thrilled to have me,” he commented worriedly.
Cross didn’t break from her stride as she answered him. “Excuse me for not jumping up and down, Lieutenant.”
He grinned boyishly at her. “Would you rather Constantine was still alive?”
At the mention of Constantine, Cross nearly stumble. The pain of his lost was still raw inside her and her heart twisted at the image of his face. Damien Constantine had been more than just a comrade at arm, he was a friend.
“I know I can never replace your old Lieutenant…but I’m willing to try and…”
Cross held up her hand to stop his words, she didn’t like being reminded her childhood friend was…gone. Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair and simply said. “Go round up the rookies, now.”
The Captain didn’t need to look to see the frown over her new Lieutenant. He muttered a reply before walking off. Watching him go, Cross continued on her way down the corridor and out, then made her way out the building. Once outside the courtyard, the Captain was walking across the yard when she caught an odd scent in the air. Scowling, she followed the scent until she found a girl, perhaps no more than fifteen or sixteen, standing behind an Oak Tree with her back turned towards the Captain. The girl wore civilian clothing and had a large duffel bag sitting on the ground. Her long shoulder-length brown hair blew gently in the wind.
Clearing her throat roughly, the girl gave a start and whirled around with a guilty look. But instead of seeing a cigarette dangling from the girl’s lips, there were tears in her red eyes. Cross almost felt guilty herself for interrupting the girl’s…private moment.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I, uh, didn’t mean…” the girl stammered while rubbing her eyes.
“No need to apologize,” the Captain gave the girl a nod. “I’ll just be leaving now…”
Cross turn to leave but stopped when she felt a hand on her arm. “Wait…I…uh…need some help…”
Turning back to her, the Captain merely arched a thoughtful brow. “And how can I be of assistance, Miss?”
The girl grimaced. “Please, call me Sonia; I just transferred here from Colony 10. I’m here with the new recruit.”
So…this was one of her new Rookies, Cross thought. With the sun high above them little stream of lights shot through the Oak tree, giving a rather alluring picture. The girl, Sonia, brushed back her hair with a stiffed smile. “I’m lost, you see, and I can’t find my way to where the new recruits are supposed to meet.”
Unknown to Cross the corner of her lips twitched. “And you’re crying because you’re lost?”
The girl blushed; those damn tears were starting to leak out again. “Uh…yeah, you see…if my father…I mean…normally…” she shook her head in frustration and then sighed. “Okay, I just hate being lost…especially in a place I don’t know.”
The Captain did a quick scan of the courtyard before returning her attention to the girl. “And why not ask anyone for help?” she gesture to the other military personnel who were out in the courtyard.
Her dark brows furrowed. “You’re not supposed to ask for help…no matter what.”
Cross frowned at the girl’s choice of words, but shrugged. “But you’ve asked for my help,” she pointed out in a reasonable tone.
The girl snapped her wide brown eyes back at Cross. “I honestly don’t know why…but from the minute I saw you…it was just different,” she crewed on her lower lip nervously. “You don’t looklike anyone else.”
Cross didn’t answer, but kept her gaze on the girl’s as her brown eyes studying her curiously. “Your eyes…are they real?”
Again, Cross arched a brow.
Sonia must have realized how her question sounded and smacks herself on the forehead. “I meant…the colors, are they real?”
Giving a small smile, Cross lowered her face until the girl got a good view of them. After all, the girl stood at a good five-five while Cross had four inches to her advantage. “Yes, odd aren’t they?”
She shook her head. “No…they’re nice,” she mumbled, her brows still frowning. “Judging by the shape of your eyes I take it you’re mixed Asian and Caucasian?”
The Captain nodded. “My mother was Japanese and my father is Caucasian.”
Her lips formed an ‘o’ before grinning herself. “I’m a full blooded Latino.”
“Oh, and by the way, Sonia, you’re too young to be smoking…I suggest you stop,” the Captain advised her in a stern voice.
The girl’s eyes widened. “But that was three hours ago!” she didn’t bother to hide her shock and curiosity.
Cross chuckled before straightening back up. “Come; let’s get you with your other fellow recruits.”
They walked side by side through the corridors and Cross listened to every word the girl had to say. Mostly they involved graduating at the top of the class and beating up on anyone who would tease her because she’s a girl. Suddenly the thought of training the recruit didn’t seem so bad to Cross. Maybe her father was right and she needed this. Keeping her smile hidden, Cross couldn’t help but be amused by the girl’s vibrant display and how much she reminded her of her son. Sonia then went on to say that whoever the Corporal was she was going to surpass even him.
“Did they not inform you who your trainer will be?” Cross asked.
Sadly she shook her head. “No, but they did say the person who’s going to train us will be the best,” she than scoffed. “My father told if I wanted to be the best, I have to beat the best. Whoever the Corporal is, I will beat him.”
Cross hid her worry behind a cold mask. As much as she admired the girl, her cockiness was her only flaw. Grinning to herself, Cross was going to make sure this girl achieve her goal, even if it meant putting her through hell. They were reaching the doors leading to the recruits when Sonia jumped in front of the Captain with a frown.
“You know…I never got your name,” she said.
Cross kept her smile hidden. “Let’s go inside and I will tell you.”
Her frown deepened, but the rookie nodded. Reaching past her, the Captain pushed in the door code and thrust it open. The fifteen rookies inside immediately got to their feet in a row of three prefect lines. Standing in front of them was her newly assigned Lieutenant, Percy.
“Rookies, I want you to meet Captain Akira Cross of Colony 28,” the Lieutenant announced loudly. “She will be your trainer and you will obey her every command, understood?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” they all answered simultaneously.
Beside her Cross knew the girl’s eyes were locked on to her. Turning her head to give the girl her full attention, the Captain jerked her head towards the group. “Get in line, Rookie Sonia.”
The girl’s lips were pulled back into tight lines and without a word she rushed over towards the Rookies, but not before dropping her duffel bag with the others.
“Welcome to Colony 28, I’m Captain Akira Cross,” she grinned darkly at them but kept her eyes locked with a certain angry girl, who merely smiled at her in challenge. “And I hope you enjoy your stay here.”

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Cross snapped out of thought when a loud laugh interrupted her. Taking her eyes off the floor, she looked up to see another rookie had joined the group. He looked oddly familiar to her, but something about him did held her interest. The boy couldn’t be any more than nineteen and in a desperate need of a haircut. His hair was a shaggy brown and his eyes held a dangerous edge to them. Pushing away from the wall the Captain approached the group and decided to let her presence be known by tapping her boot impatiently on the hard floor. Of the five rookies, only one glanced over his shoulder and immediately snapped around with his hand raised above his brow. The others soon turned and followed in his action. Their faces drawn with fear and nervousness, well, all except one, who stood there with a rather bored look on his face.
“At ease, Rookies, no need to look so tense,” she nodded towards them.
They were reluctant to obey but did so, though they still wore troubled expressions.
“Well…I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she sighed, her hands on her hips.
They all shook their heads; one even had the nerve the try and hide the cards with his foot. Cross merely arched a brow at his action and hid her laughter. “I see familiar faces…all except one…” her eyes stayed glued to the one Rookie she was interested in and pointed to him. “You, what’s your name?”
He stiffened. “Rookie Kyle, Captain.”
She vaguely remembered him, but she just couldn’t place where she’d seen him. “You seem familiar…”
His jaw clenched. “I was one of your new recruits two years back, Captain,” his answer was chipped and bitter.
“But not anymore,” she observed thoughtfully.
“I was transferred to a new trainer after…a little incident between us,” he muttered.
Cross scratched the back of her head with a frown. “Little incident? I don’t really remember…”
The little twitch in his eye didn’t go unnoticed by the Captain. “I don’t recall, Captain, my memory is a little fuzzy.”
She shrugged and gave a light chuckle. “Too bad…no worries, my memory is bad as well,” she sighed weary. “It’s just a sign I’m getting old…”
The tensions in the corridor soon eased bit by bit as the Captain and Rookies talked and joked with one another. Until Cross glanced down at her watch and grimaced, “I didn’t realize we’ve been standing here for fifteen minutes, I should get going,” she turns to leave.
“Wait, Captain, you really shouldn’t walk alone,” one of the Rookie said. “I can…”
“I’ll walk with you, Captain,” Kyle interrupted the boy with a glare.
She smiled. “Ah, company does sound good right now, Rookie Kyle.”
He flashed a bashful grinned. “No problem, it’s the least I can do.”
“Well hurry up, I really should get going.” She turned and continues down the corridors.
Behind her Kyle quickly hurried to catch up with her. Instead of walking beside her the glaring rookie stayed behind her, his hand clutching at the hilt of his pistol just above his waist belt. Normally Rookies weren’t allowed to carry any firearms until their graduation, but because of the situation they were in the General thought it necessary to have them armed. Kyle smirked, this was getting too easy. Who knew the Captain was as dim-witted as she was beautiful. How she’d last so long as Captain was beyond him!
“Damn…” he heard her mutter before glancing over her shoulder at him. “I forgot something in one of the training room, is it okay if we stop by there first?”
His eyes widen at her unexpected question. “You’re the Captain, Captain; it doesn’t matter where we go.” He gave a little shrug.
She grinned. “It doesn’t hurt to ask.”
His answer was to merely smile at her. Once she resumed walking, he rolled his eyes. His eye twitched as he watched her stride in confidence. God, how he hated her…and to have her humiliate him in front of the class only added fuel to the fire. After that incident others begin to mock him no matter where he went. Soon he was transferred to another trainer, but unfortunately, rumors of his humiliation followed him. The laughter and mockery in their cruel eyes burnt through him like acid. But what was worse was being called the Captain’s bitch. One boy even crudely remarked next time he should just bend over and take it like a girl. Kyle had never known others to be so cruel and living with it could no longer be an option. The cause of his pain was walking right in front of him and the thought of her death by his hand send shiver of pleasure down his spine. The damn Xeno couldn’t even kill the woman while sleeping! It’s up to him now to finish the job.
They took the elevator down to a level Kyle was unfamiliar with. Once the doors opened the Captain walked ahead of him down the corridor and toward a door. He frowned, he heard of the Captain having her own training room, but no one was ever allowed in it. He stood back while the Captain entered the code, his fingers twitching to pull his pistol and shoot the bitch. Behind him the doors closed automatically and he grinned darkly, it was now or never. With her walking ahead of him Kyle didn’t hesitate to pull his pistol, aim and fire.
Bang.
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