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His wrist-blade extended, Betanu scanned the floor for any foot-prints left behind by the hard meat. Behind him was the ooman male, his future mate’s Sire. Earlier everyone went their separate ways to hunt after the parasite. Betanu had expected the General to stay with his fellow ooman soldiers, but instead, he stayed beside him.
A Yautja.
It’s been a while since Betanu been alone with the General. The last time they were alone Betanu remembered a certain conversation involving his intimacy with the General’s only pup.
"If I find you touching my daughter… I will plant your skull along with my collection of trophies."
The words of the male still echoed in his head from years ago. It was the first time the ooman spoke Yautja to him. It had been a mystery to him back then, but since finding out the General’s secret everything began to make sense. In spite of everything, Betanu was curious if the General still resented Yautjas, and if so will he still object if his only pup became the mate of a Yautja? To be honest, even if the General did object, Betanu wasn’t going to let Cross go.
Not without a fight.
“What’s wrong?”
Hearing the ooman’s voice, Betanu deactivated the scan mode before turning to the General. “What do you mean?” he chirped.
“You stopped walking,” Edwin pointed out, annoyed. “Did you find anything?”
True to the General’s words, Betanu hadn’t realized he stopped walking. “I didn’t find anything,” he admitted before unhooking his mask. Strapping it to his waist-belt, Betanu inhaled deeply and cursed his frustration. “The hard meat hasn’t been through here.”
Edwin grunted and went on his radio. “Samson, come in.”
A few seconds later a static voice replied, “Yes, General?”
“Did you find anything?”
“Negative, there’s been no activity for the past twenty-minutes,” his second in command reported.
Muttering a curse, Edwin put away the radio. His gray eye glaring at the Yautja staring back at him, “Let’s continue, shall we?”
Betanu watched as the ooman walked in front of him and disappeared into the darkness. Wrist-blade extended, the Honored Warrior followed behind him.
“Are you wondering why I’m with you, Betanu?” the General’s hard voice halted the eight foot Yautja behind him.
“I was wondering…” Betanu admitted, “Why you chose to follow me and not your fellow ooman comrades.”
Edwin grunted, his fists tightening at his sides. “Because of the Peace Treaty I’ve been a busy man, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been paying attention to you and my daughter.”
A scowl marred Betanu’s brows. “I see. Well…you should know I plan on taking Cross as my mate once this is over.”
With a growl, Edwin slammed into Betanu. The two dominating males fell down hard with Edwin landing on top of the Yautja warrior. Snarling his rage, the General pressed his elbow against Betanu’s neck.
“I’ll kill you first, Yautja,” hissed the General.
Betanu flared his tusks in retaliation and knocked the ooman backward with a fist to his face. With a powerful roar, the Honored Warrior pressed his wrist-blade to Edwin’s exposed neck. “Her Sire or no, I will not allow you to stand in my way!”
The two continued to glare at one another until they heard a low hiss not too far away. Both turned at the same time to see the Emperor couched low and ready to pounce. Without hesitation Betanu leaped off the General and charges toward the hard meat.
Edwin watched with wide eyes as the two mammoths clashed. The Emperor screeched its rage when Betanu lifted the monstrous creature and slammed it into the wall behind. With a growl the Yautja warrior thrust his fist into the hard meat’s abdomen. Stunned from the blow, the Emperor fell to the ground with a hiss. Roaring his victory, Betanu raised his wrist blade in the air to behead his prey. With his eyes on the hard meat, he never saw its’ tail sneaking behind him.
“Betanu, watch out!” but the General’s warning came too late.
A sharp, numb minding pain tore through Betanu’s body and with a roar he fell backward. Through his pain grazed eyes he spied a bloody stub that had been his left arm and just inches from him was his severed arm. The hard meat had used its tail to slice off the arm holding the wrist-blade. Even with his arm missing, Betanu closed his mind to the pain and quickly got to his feet and reached with his right hand to grab his combi-stick. The hard meat was already getting to its feet with a sinister grin, from behind it waved its’ tail in victory at the bright neon green blood coating it.
Betanu snarled.
Even with a missing arm, Betanu was still fast on his feet. He was quick to deflect a blow from the hard meat’s sharp tail with his combi-stick. Unfortunately he didn’t see a massive body rampaging towards him. The force of the blow knocked Betanu across the floor and into a wall. Just when the hard meat was about to charge at its’ fallen prey, its path was suddenly blocked by a stubborn human.
Edwin didn’t hesitate to lift up his flamethrower and take aim at the Xenomorph. Glaring daggers at the monster he pulled the trigger and showered the screeching creature with a rain of fire. Howling its rage, the Emperor leaped to a safer distance and crouched low under the fire. However the flame licked over the Xeno’s skin, melting it from its’ flesh. Throwing back its head and roaring in pain the hard meat scattered away and further into the boiler room.
“Dammit!” the General cursed and rushed to Betanu.
The Yautja looked as though he was unconscious. He grimaced at the sight of Betanu’s missing arm; the stump was bleeding profusely from its wound. To be truthful Edwin was actually afraid the Honored Warrior might die from the blood lost. But then again this might be a good thing for Edwin; the Yautja won’t bother his daughter anymore.
“Don’t…look so relieved, ooman,” grumbled Betanu, his yellow eyes glaring at him through heavy lids. “I’m not down for the count yet as you oomans say.”
An unwilling chuckle slipped past his lips at the Yautja’s dry sense of humor. “Get your ass up, we got a hard meat to hunt.”

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The Black Rage…
Was it something similar to his rage or something much, much worst?
Connor needed to find out the answer and fast. If it was something that would put his mother in danger, then he was going to do whatever it took to help her. Just remembering those black eyes staring at him sent a shiver of fear down his spine. Those eyes were void of everything, except bloodlust. It was something he’d never seen from his mother. And it was something he never wanted to see again.
“It would be nice if you slowed down!” a voice called from behind him.
Connor hadn’t realized he’d been jogging down the corridor until the older male called out to him. He quickly halted and glanced over his shoulder. “I could’ve sworn you Squad Leaders were tougher than this.”
A faint blush spread across his cheeks. “I’m not as young as I used to be,” he gave a rusty chuckled. “And I’m not a Squad Leader.”
Connor’s brows furrowed in curiousness. He waited until the soldier caught up with him before he resumed his walking. “Not a Squad Leader, huh?” he glanced at the male. “I’ve seen most males your age already promoted to Corporals or Squad Leaders, why haven’t you?”
Sighing, he pushed his bangs from his face. “You know it’s rude to ask such a personal question.”
Connor’s tusks tightened. “I apologize, I shouldn’t…”
The soldier wave off his apology, “Don’t worry about it. I’m Private Victor by the way.”
He nodded. “I’m…”
“Connor Cross, I heard,” Victor interrupted him with a grinned. “You’re the Captain’s boy.”
Connor scowled. He didn’t like being referred to as a child. “I am a warrior among the Yautja and a man...”
Victor arched a brow at the tone of the Yautja and how he just referred himself as a… man. “Connor, will it be alright if I ask you a question?”
Head tilted to the side, he nodded, “But only if you will answer my earlier question.”
Victor hesitated for a brief second before nodding, “Deal.”
Satisfied, Connor gave a nod. “Go ahead and ask.”
“Do you see yourself as a Yautja or a human?”
The question caught Connor off guard. He whipped his head at the human, not caring if his heavy dreadlocks smacked him in the face. “What?”
For reason unknown, Connor felt his gut tightening in fear and uncertainty.
Sighing heavily, Victor looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor before returning his attention to the stunned Yautja. “It doesn’t take a genius to interpret the question, Connor. You were raised by a human, correct?”
“I know what you asked,” he hissed, his anger rising. “I…just don’t like the question.”
Victor nodded his understanding and decided not to push him. “When you come up with the answer, come back and talk to me.”
Grumbling a curse, Connor walked ahead of him. Victor watched the retreating back of the Yautja and sighed. Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked that question. The Private didn’t realize they’ve reached the Yautja’s door until Connor pushed in the codes and the doors opened. A blast of heat wave hit the soldier who quickly took a hasty step back.
“Thanks for escorting me,” Connor threw over his shoulder before walking in.
“Hey!”
Connor halted and looked over his shoulder, “Yeah?”
Running his fingers through his damped hair, Victor sighed. “I was once a Squad Leader who led a team of five to hunt down a rogue Yautja who’d been killing women and children. It was my first mission. My job was to flush our target out into the opening where the General had a group of his men waiting. Thirty minutes into our search my team and I came face to face with our enemy,” a bitter look came over the Private’s face. “I froze. This thing was fast, strong and deadly. It managed to wipe of half my team in less than seconds! I didn’t know what to do; I just stood there and let it happen.” Shame hung in his words and Connor winced at the anguish in the human’s eyes. “It was the General who came and saved us, he killed the Yautja. But in the end I requested to be demoted.”
Connor’s eyes widened at his confession. “Why?”
Victor gave a sad smile, his dull eyes staring at the ground. “There are some of us who are born to be leaders and some who are followers. I was never meant to be a leader and the General accepted my request without question.”
To see the anguish and shame in the human’s eyes convinced Connor it must’ve taken a lot for him to reveal his story. And not just to anyone, but to a Yautja. To show the soldier respect, Connor bowed from the waist down. “Thank you.”
Victor merely arched a thick brow, but gave a nod in acknowledgment. “Whenever you’re ready, kid.”
Connor didn’t need to ask what he meant by that as he watched the soldier walk away.

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Cross awoke to someone pressing something wet against her cheek. Fluttering her eyes open, she tried to focus through the cloudy vision and concentrate on the fuzzy images hovering over her. Rubbing her eyes she finally came into focus and blinked rapidly until the vision in front of her became clear.
“How are you feeling, Captain?”
No sooner did those words leave Kelly’s mouth did Cross felt a strong nauseating feeling rolling in her stomach. Without hesitation, she quickly leaned over the bed-cot and spewed out her lunch. The nurse patiently waited until the she emptied out her stomach before handing her a glass of water. Cross took the cold glass with a nod.
The Captain roughly cleared her abused throat before asking, “How-How long have I been out?”
Kelly glanced at her watch, “Perhaps an hour.”
Cross winced and made a move to sit up, but a delicate hand to her shoulder stopped her. She arched a questioning brow at the nurse. “I need to return to duty.”
“Not with that wound on your head,” she forced Cross to lie back down.
It wasn’t until Kelly mentioned it did Cross feel the painful throbbing in her head. She was careful to brush her fingers over the stitching. Touching the wound the images of Kyle flashed before her eyes. The sound of his painful scream and the strong scent of his blood still lingered in her nostrils. Grimacing Cross closed her eyes and hardened her heart against his pain. The damn idiot deserved it; she could have done worst to him.
She should have done worst to him.
“This, this isn’t you. You don’t torture for fun!”
Her eyes darkened at the sound of her son’s voice calling to her. Everything had been hazy when she was getting ready to finish Kyle off. Her heart tightened painfully, knowing Connor had witnessed the shameful part of her, a part of her she never wanted him to see. Stripping off her black leather glove, Cross lifted her palm towards her face and scowled at the offending hand that held her own weapon at her son. Curling her fingers towards her palm, she squeezed until red droplet of blood trail down her arm.
“Cross, what the hell!?” cried a frightened Kelly.
The Captain didn’t bother to struggle when Kelly pried her fingers apart. “I should cut this hand off.”
Kelly’s green eyes widened in horror, “Cross?”
Shaking her head, Cross shamefully turned her eyes away from her friend. “I-I almost hurt Connor.”
Kelly stopped in the mist of wrapping her Captain’s wounded hand to turn to her. Her heart clutching at her friend’s pain-filled eyes, “What happened, Akira?”
Cross shook her head. “Its weird, it almost felt like I was floating above the room and watching everything happen. Connor was trying to stop me from delivering the final blow to a criminal and suddenly so much anger and hate burst inside me. I think I wouldn’t have cared if I hurt him.” She bit back a curse and sighed. “I couldn’t stop myself…all I wanted was to spill more blood.”
After wrapping up the Captain’s hand, Kelly held her hand to her cheek. “Maybe it’s a Yautja thing? Perhaps one of your Yautja relative can explain it to you?” she suggested hopefully.
Or maybe she was suffering the same blood rage as Connor. Odd though, she thought only male Yautjas had them, not females, unless she was wrong of course. “You’re right,” she confirmed with a nod before sitting up. “I’ll be right back.”
Kelly was already protesting. “Wait! You can’t leave!”
Cross gave the nurse a butterfly kiss across the lips before pulling back and winking at her. “You’re the best,” she grinned before jumping off the bed-cot and striding out the medic-room.
Blushing as bright as a cherry, the little nurse fell backward on to the med cot and smiled.

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Strolling through the corridors, Connor ignored the low hisses and taunts of the other Yautjas standing there. He refused to be intimidated by the likes of them. He learned years ago not to be baited by their scornful words. He cannot and will not lose control.
No matter how much he wanted to pound one in the face.
Connor was quick to find the Elder’s quarters and knocked. Minutes later the doors opened and there stood Bakuub. The older male stood there, his brows pulled together in an angry scowl.
“Why are you covered in the blood scent of my bloodline?” he growled.
Connor stiffened and lowered his eyes, “There’s something I wish to discuss with you, Elder.”
Nodding, Bakuub stood aside and allowed the Unblood entrance. Closing the doors, the Elder got straight to the point. “Explain.”
Connor explained everything, not leaving anything out. By the time he was done the Elder’s familiar purple eyes were drowned with dread and sadness. Curious and worried, Connor asked. “What’s wrong, Elder? Will something bad happen to my mother?”
A low whine emitted from Bakuub’s throat, the older male merely lowered his head wearily. “I thought since your Bearer was more human than Yautja then she didn’t have nothing to worry about. It would appear I was wrong.”
The Unblood scowled. “What are you talking about?”
The Elder cocked a brow at his direction. “You sure you want to know?” seeing the stubborn look on the younger male’s face, he added. “It won’t be a pleasant conversation, young one.”
Pushing aside the nagging voice in the back of his head, he nodded. “If it can help my mother then I want to help.”
Bakuub nodded his approval and indicated toward a chair. “Have a seat, Unblood.”
Grumbling, Connor did as ordered. He shifted uncomfortably in the hard chair as the Elder sat down in front of him. Sighing deeply, Bakuub decided to get straight to the point, “You see, Connor, much like our young males our females, too, can go into blood rage. But with Cross being more human than Yautja I had thought …” he bit out a curse. “I should’ve kept a closer eye on her. Something must’ve triggered her blood rage…”
“The human who brought the Xenomorph to the Colony killed a student of hers,” Connor said, his red eyes narrowing. “That was what triggered her blood rage.”
“Her eyes…were they black?”
Connor winced as the image of his mother’s cruel black eyes stared at him with deadly intent. Grimly he nodded. “Yeah…the Black Rage,” he begin to fidget with his talons. “Is there any way I can help her?”
Leaning back in his chair, Bakuub’s shook his head. “There is nothing you can do, but when your Sire returns I will warn him of the situation,” he shot the Unblood a dark look before adding. “If you wish to help your bearer, Connor, you will not interfere.”
Connor was quick to lower his eyes to hide his boiling anger. Who was the Elder to tell him he couldn’t help his mother? And how the hell would Betanu help her anyway?

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Scanning the ground, Vor’mekta cursed his frustration. He’d been scanning the ground in search of R’ka for the past fifteen minutes and hadn’t found anything. Reaching up to detached the hoses to his mask, Vor’mekta took it off and started inhaling for R’ka’s scent. Almost immediately he caught the scent of his brother’s blood. His stomach churned in dread at the thought of R’ka injured and bleeding out there. Without another thought he broke into a sprint and towards the scent of the blood.
Hold on, R’ka, I’m coming!

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