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Damn, Connor hadn’t expected those damn humans to move so fast on their feet. He didn’t know how long he’d been walking beside the General when the sound of machine gun was heard. His eyes widened at the sparks of light just up ahead of them. The screams of men sent a shiver of fear down his spine. The General had already broken into a run and Connor was reluctant to follow. Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Connor forced his legs to move and was behind the General in seconds. Suddenly there was a loud explosion and a flash of angry red and yellow flame shot into the air, the very floor beneath his feet vibrated with the force of the explosion.
“What the hell…”
The General bolted past him and towards the explosion. Muttering a curse, Connor ran after him. Then, without warning, the massive Emperor leapt from the flame and landed directly in front of Connor. The Unblood stumbled back with his wrist-blade poised to strike. The creature reared its head and pulled its lips back to expose those silver fangs. A low hiss emitted from deep within and Connor was the first to attack. His wrist-blade was caught in mid-strike by the Emperor’s talons and suddenly he was sailing in the air and cashing into the wall. The impact nearly rendered him unconscious, but it was the stitches being pulled that had him bowing his head in pain. Already he could feel the blood leaking from his back and on to the floor. Before Connor could even get a chance to breathe, he was yanked by his dreadlocks and lifted into the air, his feet dangling above the floor. Opening his eyes he came face to face with the Emperor. His crimson eyes widened at the sight of its mouth opening and the deadlier creature inside snapping its tiny, but powerful fangs at him.
Shit, was he really going to die like this?
Connor prepare for the worst when suddenly the creature was forced back as a powerful bullet hit its leg. Unfortunately it didn’t release the hold it had on Connor. But with the creature distracted, Connor took the opportunity to twist his wrist-blade and slice the Xeno’s arm off. The second Connor’s feet hit the ground he quickly dodged out of the Emperor’s way as it screeched and flung its’ severed arm, the deadly acid blood spray mere inches from Connor.
“Stand back.”
Connor looked back to where the General stood, his weapon still aimed at the deadly Xeno. “But-“
A low growl from the Emperor brought his attention back to the wounded creature. His crimson eyes blinked rapidly as he watched in disbelief the arm he just severed from the creature grow from bone to meat and finally to black ebony skin. The Xeno lifted its newly revived arm and flexed its long bony fingers. The General didn’t bother to hold back his curse while Connor let his mandibles drop open in shock. Just what the hell was this thing!?
“Regeneration…” the General whispered beside him, his eye wide with shock. “So…they do exist.”
Connor threw the General a bewildered look. “What is it?”
“Emperor…”
Hearing its name the Emperor charged without mercy. Edwin didn’t hesitate to fire off a couple of more rounds into the charging monster. Each bullet penetrated its dark skin, sending a powerful explosion and knocking the screeching creature back. Almost immediately each bullet wound began to close much to Edwin’s displeasure. How the fuck was he going to kill something that could regenerate on the spot?! He’d never been taught how to kill an Emperor, all his life he’d thought they were only myth. Growling a curse, the General took a step back when the hissing Emperor slowly stood up from the floor. Its head cocked to the side with a smirking grin.
“Shit…” Connor muttered beside him.
Throwing its head back it let loose a deafening screech before charging towards the General. Grunting, Edwin threw aside his .223 Remington and collided with the monster. Connor watched with wide eyes as the General and Emperor locked hands together in a battle of strength. The two rivals struggled in a will of determination to overpower the other. Growling, Edwin tightened his fingers over the Xeno only to have the Emperor dig its black talons into his skin.
With adrenaline pumping through his veins Edwin was able to use his strength and push the Xeno back a few inches when he was suddenly hauled into the air and slammed back into the floor. Red blood gushed from his mouth from the harsh impact and suddenly he was yanked back to his feet, only to receive a stunning blow to the face.
“General!” Connor rushed to aid the General.
Throwing its opponent aside, the Emperor was knocked down by the charging Yautja. Screeching its rage, the Xeno opened its’ jaw wide and clamp down on its opponent’s shoulder. Connor immediately cried out in pain. Without hesitation, Connor slammed both his open palms to the Xeno’s head. Unfortunately he’d forgotten it had spikes on the side of its head. The Emperor reared its head back with a screech, releasing the Yautja’s wounded shoulder. Released from its grip, Connor was able to stumble away from the hard meat and swipe at it with his wrist-blade. The tip of his blade caught it across its abdomen. His eyes widened at the acid blood dripping from its opened wounds.
The Emperor hissed its anger and Connor growled his challenge. Taking a step back he poised his wrist-blade for an attack when a low growl from his left has his head whipping in that direction. The Emperor also turned its massive head in that direction, a deadly grin stretching its drooling lips.
Standing ten feet away were the three Honored Warriors and sitting on their shoulders were the weapons Connor had always envied. The Plasma Casters hummed as the red triangular rangefinders were all dead set on the hard meat.
“Get down, Connor!” Betanu shouted before they rain blue spark of fire towards the Emperor.
With a loud and ear piercing screech the Emperor leapt into the air and scaled the wall, disappearing into the dark.
Growling, Lar’ja and Halkrath scanned for the Emperor and chased after it.
Betanu did a quick scan of his pup before rushing over to help the General, who was already wobbling to his feet.
Cursing, Edwin wiped his bloody mouth with the back of his hand. “Damn thing’s tough,” he spat out a mouth full of blood and grimaced when he spotted a tooth on the floor. Bending down to pick it up he examined it and used his tongue to feel the back of his teeth. “One hell of a punch,” he couldn’t remember a time when someone punched him like that.
“Emperors preferred going after stronger opponents,” Betanu eyed his pup’s wounded shoulder. He was going to have to lecture Connor later on hunting before his Chiva. He was just thankful no Elders were around to put anymore punishment on his already injured pup.
Connor must’ve noticed Betanu eyeing his wounded shoulder and covered it up by putting his hand over it. “It’s nothing,” he muttered nervously.
The General grunted. “I’m going to check on my men,” he left before any of the two could comment.
Betanu watched him go before turning to the Unblood. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Connor jerked his head toward the General’s retreating back. “He was the one who brought me here…”
He chirped, head tilting to the side. “Why is that?”
The Unblood could only shake his head. “I don’t know.”
Knowing now wasn’t the time to figure out the reason; Betanu cuffed the pup gently on the head. “Go and see to your Bearer.”
As much as Connor wanted to stay and watch the hunt he knew it wasn’t his time. Nodding reluctantly, the Unblood walked off into the opposite direction and towards the exit door. He glanced over his shoulder in time to see Betanu running after the others. He was envious of the Honored Warriors and wanted so much to join them. Despite his profusely bleeding wounds he was numb to it. All his thoughts were on the hunt when suddenly he felt a cold chill go up his spine. The heart in his chest froze when he caught the scent of a very familiar blood entering his senses. A low whine emitted from his throat.
The blood belonged to his mother!
Without another thought Connor bolted towards the door.

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“You really think someone like you can kill me?”
Kyle shivered as the Captain dug the tip of her blade into his cheek. He whimpered as the warm blood seeped down his cheek and under his chin. He forcefully tore his eyes away from the deadly weapon and into the deadly eyes of the woman staring down at him with a look of pure hatred. Kyle had just pulled the trigger when suddenly he found himself on the cold floor with the Captain’s pointing her Kanata at him. Her movement had been a blurred in his eyes and yet she hadn’t been fast enough to dodge it. His bullet grazed the side of her head; the wound was deep and ugly, red blood trickling down the side of her face.
“You killed Sonia…”
His eyes widened at her accusation. “Wh-What?”
She scoffed. “You practically smell of blood, her blood.”
His brows furrowed. Impossible, how the hell can she smell the blood on him? So, she’d known all along he killed the girl. She led him here to confront him while pretending ignorance. Staring into those dark eyes of hers he suddenly realized they no longer glowed a beautiful purple, and instead they were a solid black.
She almost seemed non-human.
His brows twitched, so the rumors must be true then…
“You-You aren’t even human,” he accused with wide and frightened eyes.
The Captain scowled. “Look at me, kid, do I look like an alien to you?”
Swallowing nervously, he lifted a shaky finger towards her eyes. “Your eyes…”
“Creepy, I know,” she bit out impatiently and dug her blade deeper, the boy whimpered a protest. “Tell me…why you did it?” her words were calm but the Kanata in her hand was shaking. Kyle was actually afraid she might thrust the blade into his cheek and down his throat. “Why…why did you have to kill her?”
His eyes jerked at her question, and then he frown. “Why-Why does it matter if she’s dead?”
Without so much as blinking she thrust the tip of her blade into Kyle’s cheek. The rookie cried out, his eyes tearing in pain, but much to her surprise he remained still. She grinned, “Why?”
“Because like me she hated you!” he screeched pathetically.
The Captain arched a brow. “Hate me? What have I ever done to earn your hate?” she whispered icily. “All I did was disciplined you for using foul language at me. A broken jaw doesn’t compare to a dead body!”
His pain gazed eyes darken in anger. “You humiliated me! Because of you I was known as a weak little bitch!”
For once the Captain blinked her eyes, the glowing purple swirling within the black. “Weak little bitch? My rookies would never…”
“Not yours, but others…” he hissed with tears streaming down his cheeks. “After I left your division I was forced to bear the weight of being known as the one who got a broken jaw from the Captain!” he never even flinched when the salty tear seeped into his wounded cheek. “I was like a bloodied chicken being thrown into a tank full of hungry alligators. I was beaten, cursed at, spat at; because of you I was never going to achieve my dream of becoming the best. You ruined everything!”
Despite the blood rage still rushing through her veins, the Captain couldn’t stop the tightening in her damn heart. Was it really her fault for pushing the boy to this limit? Why couldn’t he just report what others were doing to him? All of this could’ve easily been avoided!
Pride, a voice whispered in her head, why should he report to his Corporal of others beating him? If he wanted to be the best he should’ve been to one to stop it.
Why couldn’t he just come to her about it?
The voice laughed mockingly, yes; why not go to the one who started it?
Cross flinched. But why kill Sonia?
Why not let someone else suffer his pain for once? He sneered.
“You didn’t have to do this…” she whispered through clenched teeth, no matter what, he still committed a crime and must be punished. “Come after me, but…you didn’t have to involve the innocent.”
His lips curved into a bitter smile. “Sonia hated you…I knew I could use her hatred for my benefit. She was the prefect vessel for my revenge.”
Cross shook her head. No, Sonia couldn’t have hated her…throughout the two and a half year of training, the girl always held her back straight with a confident smile. She didn’t fit the role of someone with hatred. No, it couldn’t be it, but could Cross be wrong?
“You were going to hold her back another year, it only added fuel to her fire.” Kyle spat, as if reading her mind. “Sonia thought if the Xeno was on the loose then she could be the one to kill it, thus proving to you she was ready.” He gave a dry and bitter laugh. “Little did she know she was chosen to play host for my parasite.”
Cross scowled.
Kyle’s eyes darken with hate and bitterness. “I…I lost everything, my father won’t even acknowledge me…my comrades shunned me…and you,” his eyes glared in rage. “You’re living the prefect life with a father as a General. You get everything handed to you!”
With a cry of rage Cross jerked back her blade wielding arm and stabbed the unforgivable steel blade into the boy’s leg. The blade sliced through his leg until it hit the stone floor beneath. Kyle opened his mouth and screamed, his hands desperately trying to jerk the blade out of his leg. Beads of sweats formed over his face. Dark red blood began to pool around him, and her. The Captain watched calmly as his pale hands become coated in red.
“You had no idea what I went through to earn my status as a Captain,” she growled in an inhuman voice, her eyes darkening into black rage.
Through his pained eyes, Kyle managed a spiteful smile. “Look at you…” he hissed through clenched teeth. “You know what you are…?”
She growled, her fingers tightening over the handle of the Kanata. “What am I, rookie?”
His smile widened, showing his red-stained teeth. “A monster.”
Truly his words cut her, but not as much as the blade digging into his flesh. Cross’s eyes narrowed at his sobbing whimpered. “A monster, am I?” she whispered.
Kyle choked back a sob as she calmly twisted the blade into his flesh. “You’re nothing…but a cold…blooded…killer!” he cried.
Her black eyes looked up from his wounded leg and into his agonized eyes. “Then we’re both monsters.”
With her blade she could easily feel the hard bone. Watching him, she ground it into him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with a shuddering cry. His body started to shake, much to her dissatisfaction. She knew any minute now he was going to pass out from the pain. Needing him to stay awake, she harshly pulled the blade out, only to stab it into his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. His cry was loud and excruciating. The Captain crouched down with her hand still holding the handled of the Kanata.
“You want to know why I use swords?” she asked him casually, her head tilting to the side.
Whimpering, he shook his head.
“Guns are fast and quick, for those whose crimes aren’t serious,” she grinned down at him. “But with blades… you can take all the time you want. Especially for someone whose committed a cold-blooded murder, like yourself.”
She twisted the blade, his cry grew hoarse. “If you twist the blade then you won’t be able to close the wound,” she observed her handy work with a nod. “Not only did you kill Sonia, but you endangered the lives of the civilians here,” she sighed heavily. “You know what the penalty is, rookie?”
The Captain didn’t want for him to reply and instead she yanked her blade from his wound before standing up. “Your penalty is death.”
Cross was just about to bring the tip of the blade into the rookie’s head when the doors to the training room burst opened and in run…
Her eyes widened. “Connor…wh-what are you doing here?” her black eyes looked him up and down with motherly concern. “You’re bleeding…”
The combi-stick the Unblood was holding unconsciously fell to the floor. His throat tightened at the strong scent of blood in the room, both his mother’s and the unconscious human on the ground. Connor’s crimson eyes frowned at the sight of black eyes staring at him from the face of the woman who raised him from a suckling. Her familiar face was half covered in blood, probably from that sickening graze on the side of her head. But it was her eyes that held his attention, his mother’s eyes always glowed with warmth and love…but the person staring at him now held a look of bloodlust.
Sighing, the woman pointed towards the door. “Please leave, I’ll deal with you later.”
Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Connor stepped further into the room. “Stop it…”
She frowned in confusion. “Huh? Stop it?” she looked from him to the unconscious human. “Connor, this was the one who brought in the Xenomorph. He killed one of my students and then tried to kill me.”
Connor’s eyes shot down towards the human and winced at the bloodied sight. “Th-This isn’t you!”
The Captain arched a brow. “Not me he says…” she muttered to herself and shook her head in disappointment. “You don’t really know me, Connor. I was a lot of things before you came…”
“This isn’t you!” he cried again. The image of his mother was one of justice and morality. Who the hell was staring at him through his mother’s eyes?!
“I’ve killed before, Connor,” she continued to talk as though he hadn’t spoken. “I’ve tortured before. Hell, I even killed a Yautja!”
He flinched. Yeah, he remembered the General showing him the skeleton of the Yautja his mother killed years before. “You did it because he was hunting your soldiers, you were justified in what you did!” he then gestured to the human on the floor. “This, this isn’t you. You don’t torture for fun!”
She scowled and tsked. “You know you’re going to have to kill a human one day. Right, Connor?”
Of course, regretfully he nodded. “I know after my Chiva my next step is to bring back a human skull,” He remembered Betanu explaining to him that once his Chiva was over he must honor his Clan by bringing home the skull of a human. But not just any human, his chosen opponent must have the blood of a warrior. Unfortunately, Connor had yet to tell Betanu he wasn’t planning on killing any humans. “…but I won’t…I won’t do it.”
“But it is your way,” she waved her blood stained sword at the human. “Just like mine is to execute Kyle for his crimes.”
Scowling, Connor shook his head. “You don’t have to kill him; you can always bring him in.”
The Captain shook her head. “Death is all he deserves,” and raised her blade up once more.
Calling out her name Connor rushed towards her with every intention of stopping her. Luckily he stopped in time from running himself through a blade aimed at him. Heart lodged in his throat, Connor lifted his eyes from the tip of the blade that was pressed against his neck to the woman holding it. Her black eyes narrowed with irritation.
“Connor, you’re starting to annoy mother,” she growled.
Suddenly her body jerked, her eyes widening in shock and confusion. Lowering her Kanata, Cross looked at what pieced her skin and frowned at the tiny dart sticking out of her arm. Plucking it, she lifted the dart and stared at it in wonder before pitching forwards in a dead faint. Connor was quick to catch her before she hit the floor. Cradling her in his arms, he brushed back her hair and examined the wound worriedly. Quickly, he ripped off a piece of her clothing and applied pressure to the gushing wound.
“She should be fine in half an hour.” A voice said from across the room.
Lifting his eyes from his mother, the Unblood growled threatening at the Yautja standing there. Damn, he just wished he remembered his name. “What the hell did you do to her?!”
Guan scoffed. “You should be thanking me for saving your life, pup.”
“My mother wouldn’t have hurt me.”
“Your mother is no different from the female of our species, Unblood,” Guan reminded him coldly. “She carries our blood.”
“So what?” he exclaimed. “I already know she’s carried some Yautja blood.”
“Her eyes were black, were they not?”
Scowling, he nodded.
Guan grunted. “It’s called the Black Rage, our female tend to go into a blood fit when they’re infuriated. It doesn’t matter who they kill until their bloodlust in satisfied. The dart I shot in put her to sleep, so when she wakes up she should be back to normal.”
Still scowling, Connor nodded his thanks.
Guan’s mismatched eyes shot towards the unconscious human. “You should take him to be treated; I’ll tend to the female.”
Connor’s arms immediately tightened over his mother. “I’m not leaving her here with you!”
Guan gave the Unblood a bored look. “Listen, those oomans up there won’t recognize me and will think I caused the ooman male injuries. I’m sure they know you, right?”
Connor’s tusks twitched with irritation. “I’m not leaving her.”
He shrugged. “Fine, let her bleed to death. But if you hadn’t noticed all the oomans and their healers left the Colony, remember?”
The Unblood scowled.
Guan sighed. “Fine, stay, but I need to have a look at the female.”
Connor watched with guarded eyes as the older warrior made his way towards them. His body tensed as the other warrior’s fingers brushed over the wound. Even in her deep sleep his mother gave a whimper of pain. Connor shot the male a deadly glare and growled a warning to him. Guan nodded and probed the wound more carefully. Satisfied there was no serious damage, he rummaged through his pouch and brought out a small jar. Connor watched curiously as the other male unscrewed it and scooped a finger full of dark gel. He grimaced at the vile smell as Guan applied it over his mother’s wound.
“This should stop the bleeding and kill off any infection,” he explained and gave the unconscious human on the floor a brief glance. Without a word, Guan switched with Connor, giving him the jar and taking the female into his arms. “See to the other ooman.”
Muttering a curse, Connor did as ordered.
The female stirred in his arms but didn’t open her eyes. Making sure the Unblood wasn’t looking; Guan brushed back a lock of hair from her face. “I guess we won’t be going on our date, huh?” he whispered for her ears only.
Grunting, Guan lifted the unconscious Cross into his arms before heading towards the door. He’d taken a mere four steps when suddenly his path was blocked by a scowling albino Yautja.
“Where the hell do you think you’re taking my mother,” Connor held his wrist-blade threateningly.
Guan eyed the weapon with amusement. “Put away your weapon, Unblood, I’m only taking her to her quarters.”
Retracting his weapon, Connor kept his glaring eyes on the other warrior as he gently plucked his mother away from a smirking Guan. “I’ll take her,” he hissed before walking away.
Guan sighed before throwing an irritated look at the unconscious male on the floor. “I guess it’s you and me.”

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Lar’ja was quick to catch his brother before his back hit the floor. The twin regained his balance before turning back to their prey. Already the two Honored Warriors were panting heavy from their battle with this powerful parasite. Feeling a warm wet trickling from the corner of his tusk, Halkrath touched a finger to his broken mandible and snarled. During his fight his mask was knocked off when the Emperor landed a hard hit to his face.
The Emperor hissed at the two with its muscular arms spread wide for their attack, its maimed tail whipping restlessly in the background. Halkrath growled he knew the creature was daring them to come at it. Wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, Halkrath extended his wrist-blade before charging.
Lar’ja cursed his brother for his stupidity before running after him with his own wrist-blade extended.
The Emperor easily dodged both of their attacks, but Halkrath was already spinning on his heel and charging at the unprotected back of the hard meat. With his wrist-blade poised and ready, the Honored Warrior didn’t hesitate to thrust his deadly weapon into the parasite’s back. The monstrous creature arched it’s back and roared in pain and anguish. Halkrath desperately tried to yank his wrist-blade from the parasite’s body, unfortunately for him, it was stuck! Growling his rage, he had no choice but to dislodge his favorite weapon before jumping back to a safe distance. Already the yellow blood came spewing from the creature’s back and spraying everywhere. The two warriors were fast to avoid the deadly acid and were forced to move to a safer distance.
The Emperor tried unsuccessfully to reach and grab at the blade pierced in the center of its back. From afar, Lar’ja zoomed in with his visors and watched in disbelief as the hard meat’s wound begins to heal over the wrist-blade.
Dammit!
No matter how many time they cut this thing or blasted it with their Casters its wounds kept on healing. They needed a new strategy and fast. The two brothers were getting ready to charge once more when suddenly the Emperor was engulfed in nets and was brought down, hard.
“It won’t stay down for long,” Betanu appeared beside them.
No sooner did those words leave his mouth when the Emperor reared up and tore the net into pieces. Screeching its rage, the parasite charged towards them. Couching down in defense, the three Honored Warriors were prepared for the attack when a rain of gunfire came showering down on the Emperor. Tiny bullets exploded into their enemy’s body. Roaring in rage, the Emperor turned and ran.
“Go after it!”
Betanu turned to see the General ordering three of his ooman soldiers after the Emperor.
“They’re going to die,” Betanu turned his glaring eyes towards the bloodied General.
“Then they have done their duty to the Colony,” the General growled before running after his men.
Snarling curses, the three Yautja ran after the General.

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Guan watched from the doorway as the albino pup carefully lowered his surrogate mother onto her bed. And beside the Unblood was a small female with hair as golden as the armor on an Elder and eyes as green as the plants on Earth. And a male who claimed to be Akira’s second in command, stood beside the small female. Both of the oomans smelled of anxiety and fear as they quickly worked on the injured female. It had been a struggle to explain to the ooman soldiers of the situation with Cross’s injuries. But Guan left it to Connor to do the talking. In the beginning Guan had feared the oomans wouldn’t believe the words of the Unblood, but it was the second in command that came forward with a look of understanding. The ooman male quickly ordered the pup to take the injured female back to her quarter while he fetched a healer. Guan handed the unconscious ooman male back to the other oomans to deal with.
Once Connor placed his mother in bed he was forced back when Kelly moved forward and took over. Fidgeting nervously with his mother’s sword, Connor walked backward towards where the other Yautja warrior was standing. His worried eyes continued to watch as Percy and Kelly worked to close the nasty wound on the side of his mother’s head.
Seeing how the pup’s lower tusks were twitching, Guan sighed and didn’t know why he had the urge to comfort the Unblood. “She will be fine, Unblood,” Guan assured the young warrior, his silver and blue eyes glued to the unconscious female. “No wound like that will bring her down.”
“She’s human, not a Yautja,” Connor snapped quietly. “They’re more fragile and easy to kill.”
Again Guan sighed. “Akira is a strong female, despite being human. Also, you must not forget she has the blood of a Yautja.”
At the use of her first name, Connor’s eyes narrowed at the warrior who was a couple of inches taller than him. “You seem familiar with my mother…why is that?”
Not wanting to hide things from the pup, Guan answered. “We share a bond.”
His crimson eyes darkened. “Bond? What kind of bond are we talking about here?”
Crossing his muscular over his massive chest, the Blooded Warrior shrugged. “A bond I’m not familiar with myself. Though Akira and I share something that is unbreakable.”
While Guan kept his eyes on the activity on the bed, Connor kept his irritated eyes on the older warrior. “Can’t you guys stick to your own females on the Clan Ship? First Betanu and now you, I mean…?”
Guan held up his hand before the Unblood could finish his sentence. The laid back Yautja could tolerate a lot of things, but disrespect was not one of them. “Enough, pup, I don’t have to explain things to you, but I will warn you…” he finally turned his glaring eyes at Connor. “I will not allow you to interfere, her son or no, I will challenge you to a Last Match if you get in my way.”
Fear prickled down his neck, but Connor refused to back down and was prepared to challenge the male when a voice halted his words.
“Is there a problem here?”
Connor kept his eyes on Guan when he answered. “Everything is fine, Percy, we’re just having a little chat here.”
Percy, unconvinced, kept his hand on the handle of his pistol while keeping a guarded eye on the mysterious Yautja. “Well, I don’t know what conversation you were listening to, kid, but I’m not about to have you two fight inside the Captain’s quarters.”
Hearing the threat in the ooman male’s voice; Guan tore his eyes away from the pup and towards the ooman called Percy. “No trouble here, I will be leaving,” bowing his head slightly, Guan shot Akira one last look before leaving the quarter.
As soon as he was gone Percy turned a suspicious eye towards Connor. “Now are you going to tell me what that was all about?”
Growling softly, Connor shook his head and returns his worried eyes towards his mother. “How is she?”
Percy frowned at the change of subject, deciding not to push him, he answered. “We stopped the bleeding, she should be fine. Though I don’t know when she will awake.” He shifted his eyes at Connor’s bleeding wounds. “You better get that patched up, kid…I don’t want you bleeding to death in here.”
Connor nodded and approached the bed.
Seeing his approach, Kelly lifted her eyes from her patient and gave the nervous Connor a smile. “She’ll be fine, Connor, there’s no need to worry.” Her green eyes widened at the numerous of wounds on him. “Connor…”
“I know, I know,” he interrupted her with a sigh.
“I’ll get to you as soon as I’m done with the Captain.”
He nodded and closed his eyes at the images of a pair of black eyes staring at him. The Black Rage, the other Yautja had called it. A fitting name since her eyes weren’t the only things that were black. Her aura had been set on bloodlust, needing to kill her chosen victim. And he’d been foolish enough to try and stop her. He came damn close to impaling himself on her weapon when she turned and aimed it at him. Her own son.
“It’s called the Black Rage, our females tend to go into a blood fit when they’re infuriated. It doesn’t matter who they kill until their bloodlust in satisfied…”
He shuddered at the thought. Knowing something that dangerous was inside her, all because of the damn Yautja blood inside her. But he needed to know more about this Black Rage, there must be something he could do to help his mother. Connor was already dealing with controlling his own rage, and now his mother was coping with the same problem?
This was the one times he wished he had more knowledge in Yautja females. Unfortunately for him he wasn’t even allowed near a female until he completed his Chiva. And the one person he normally talked about these things with was on a hunt.
There was Elder Bakuub. He was the only other Yautja that accepted him. Perhaps he could help him with his mother’s problem.
Once Kelly was done stitching up the Captain, she turned her attention to the wounded Yautja. “Sit down and I’ll try my best to stitch you back up.”
Unfortunately for the little nurse the needle she used wasn’t strong enough to penetrate through Connor’s thick skin. She brought her bent needle towards her eyes and scowled. “Perhaps I should just clean and wrap your wounds.”
Connor muttered his apology and said. “I’m on my way to the Yautja’s side of the Colony, I’m sure they can fix me back up.”
Kelly was careful to wipe the blood from his back, an amused grin creep along her red lips. “You know with all this glowing green you’ll be a prefect substitute for a glow stick.”
An unwilling chuckled rumbled in his chest. “Very funny…”
Once she was done the nurse gave him a gentle pat on his uninjured shoulder, “All done, Connor.”
Nodding his satisfaction, Connor made his way towards the bed and bent down to brush his tusks against his mother’s hair before straightening back up. His crimson eyes met emerald green, “Keep an eye on her for me, will ya?”
Smiling, Kelly nodded. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her before you were born, Connor, I think I can handle it.”
Flashing a sheepish grin, Connor turned and left the small apartment. On his way out a small group of human soldiers was standing in the corridor. All eyes turned to him and suddenly Connor felt small under their stare. All eyes held recognition, and Connor vaguely remembered them as the best Squad Leaders from years back.
“You’re the one the Captain brought in as an infant, right?” the tallest soldier asked.
Connor nodded with confidence. “Yes, I’m her son, Connor Cross.”
The four men exchanged looks, but none from what Connor could see were looks of disgust or anger. In fact, he was surprised when they flashed him wide grins.
“Connor Cross, eh?” the tall soldier chuckled. “I’m Squad Leader Lucian.”
Connor observed the soldier and nodded in his direction. The man stood at six-three with long brown hair and built at the same level as the General!
“It’s a rare thing to hear Lucian speak,” the second soldier remarked with amusement. “I’m Squad Leader Jason, by the way.”
Connor gave a nod in his direction. Jason, he noticed, was shorter, maybe just below six feet with black and gray hair.
“To be honest I knew of you guys years back,” Connor admitted. “I was always curious to see if I was able to sneak past you during your patrols.”
"Mom, you gotta let me try and sneak pass them! I heard from Aunty Kelly those men are the best at what they do!"
Connor smiled fondly at his child-like voice from years back. He’d remembered begging his mother to test his ability in stealth to sneak around the three Squad Leaders. His shoulders slumped when she denied him. Connor stiffened when one of the men approached him.
“No need to look so tense, Connor, we ain’t got nothing against you,” Jason gave him a friendly smile. “We’re just curious about the Captain’s son.”
At his words Connor couldn’t help but feel the tension leave his body. These men, he realized, weren’t trying to size him up or belittle him. In fact, if anything, the way they were speaking to him was as if they were equals. Huh, maybe not all humans were as bad as Elder Nihkou’te liked to point out. But as much as he was appreciating their friendly conversation, Connor needed to be on his way.
“I wish I could stay longer but I must be on my way,” Connor nodded his head at each one before leaving.
He didn’t get far when he heard someone call his name. Stopping, he glanced over his shoulder and noticed this male was older, his hair grayer then black. He had been part of the group but stayed back and observed their conversation. Despite his old age, the man was built with a stern face. The weapon he held looked as though it weight a ton, though he carried it as if it was light as a feather.
“Sorry, but I think it’s best if I escort you there,” the unknown man said.
As much as Connor wanted to decline his offer, he knew it was best. At the moment all the soldiers were edgy with a Xenomorph running loose. And with a Yautja walking around Connor didn’t want to upset them any further. Shrugging casually Connor continued walking down the corridors with the Unknown Soldier beside him.

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Guan stood before his Elder, his blue and silver eyes staring blankly at the floor. He’d been standing here for the past fifteen minute while Nihkou’te listened to a message he’d just received from the Clan Ship. No matter how much Guan wanted to listen to the message, he couldn’t. The message was downloaded into the Elder’s mask, which he was wearing now, as he listened to the message. The only sound in the room was the impatient tapping of Nihkou’te’s claws on the desk. All Elders received the message and were probably listening to it at the same time in separate quarters. Guan bit back the urge to sigh in boredom; he was never one to stay in one place for too long. To be honest, he’d rather stand by Akira’s bedside then this! At least there he could inhale her sweet intoxicating scent and think erotic thoughts of her.
A beep was heard alerting Guan the message had ended. He watched as Nihkou’te unhooked his mask and threw it on top of the desk. His cold gray eyes were narrowed in anger. “High Elder Nrak'ytara and his Clan will arrive in a matter of hours.”
Guan wasn’t surprised by the news, the treaty signing was just days away. He didn’t know why it upset his Elder. “The news does not please you, Elder?”
Nihkou’te grunted. “High Elder Nrak'ytara always had a soft spot for oomans. After all, one of his previous mates had been an ooman female. Though their union produced no pups he still regarded oomans as equal,” he spat the last word in disgust. “It is because of him this treaty is being sign.”
Guan tightened his tusks at the venom in his Elder’s voice. It wasn’t his place to argue with Nihkou’te, but Guan wanted so much to point out to his Elder of his own obsession with his deceased ooman mate. Rumors said she was never out of Nihkou’te’s sight, forever kept in the private quarter of the Elder until her death. The Elder was nothing more than a hypocrite, though Guan would never say that to his face. As much as Nihkou’te hated the oomans, Guan observed, his Elder couldn’t help but cling to his other side. He wondered if Akira felt the same, did she crave Yautja’s attention as well as ooman’s?
“Those damn oomans better get rid of that hard meat fast,” Nihkou’te growled.
“The Yautjas close to Akira are on the hunt with the oomans.”
Nihkou’te eyes widened in shock, which soon turned to disgust, “Pitiful…” he muttered. “Three Honored Warriors hunting one measly hard meat shouldn’t take hours. What a disgrace.”
Guan opened his mouth but quickly clamped it shut when the doors opened and in walked a rather stoic Arbitrator. The Blooded was surprised the Enforcer wasn’t hunting the meat hard as well.
Nihkou’te read the confusion in the younger warrior’s eyes and explained. “Three Honored Warriors and R’ka can take care of one simple hard meat,” though his tone spoke otherwise. “I ordered Arbitrator to stay put.”
If Nihkou’te noticed the clenched fists of the Arbitrator he made no comment. Guan frowned; normally any other Arbitrators would have taken charge and automatically gotten rid of the danger. No one order the Enforcers what to do when it comes to safety. Guan made sure to keep his face blank while the Elder and Vor’mekta discussed other matters. Guan knew the High Elder ordered Vor’mekta to protect the safety of Yautjas and oomans alike, once an order was given nothing could break it. He was suddenly curious at what power Nihkou’te held over the Enforcer. Sure they were bounded by blood, but once given the status of Arbitrator, their only orders came from the High Elders and none other.
“Will that be all, Elder Nihkou’te?” Vor’mekta asked once his Sire finished giving him a list of orders.
Nihkou’te nodded and dismissed him with a wave of his hand. Holding back a curse, Vor’mekta bowed his head before leaving. Walking down the corridor he realized Elder Bakuub was standing there, almost as if he’d been waiting for him.
“Elder Bakuub,” Vor’mekta greeted him, “Is there a problem?”
Bakuub tilted his head to the side, “I’m curious as to why you’re not hunting the hard meat.”
Vor’mekta stiffened. “I was ordered not to.”
The older Yautja scoffed. “Nihkou’te holds no authority over you, Arbitrator.”
Vor’mekta merely lowered his head in shame. He knew his job was to see to the peace within the Colony. He should be the one hunting the hard meat, not the oomans.
“You know why, Elder,” he muttered.
“The hard meat they’re hunting…” Bakuub hard eyes narrowed at him. “Is an Emperor.”
Even with his mask on Bakuub knew the Arbitrator’s eyes were wide with horror. “Wh-Why didn’t they mention this to us?”
Bakuub turned to leave but kept his back towards the Enforcer. “Go, your brother needs you…”
The Elder glanced over his shoulder and hid a smile.
Vor’mekta was gone.
Bakuub was sure he’d left after hearing the hard meat was an Emperor. Behind those cold eyes of his Bakuub knew Vor’mekta would do anything to protect Edwin, his little brother. Whatever hold Nihkou’te had on the Arbitrator, Bakuub was going to make sure it got cut.
Permanently.

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