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Heavy silence filled the room, all except for the heavy breathing of a wide eyed General. Guan, on the other hand, looked as though he had stopped breathing all together. His mismatched eyes looked as if they were ready to pop out of their sockets. Looking from a smug Elder, to a stunned General, and to a sick looking Guan, Cross frowned and turned toward Hulk for answers, but unfortunately, he too, looked as though someone had admitted to peeking into the male’s shower room.
Scratching the back of her head confusedly, Cross open her mouth only to snap it back shut. Nibbling on her lower lip nervously, she finally decided all this silence was getting on her nerves.
“Okay, can someone explain to me what the hell is going on?” she demanded.
Shaking himself out of shock, Halkrath looked down at the confused female standing beside him. Darting a quick look at a mouth gaping General, Halkrath didn’t know whether it was his place to inform the female that she had a half-brother. Obviously no one else in the room seemed capable of speech after the shocking news, and Halkrath knew, had it been him, he would’ve wanted to know if he had another sibling out there. Though to be honest he really wouldn’t care, all Yautja siblings rarely interact with one another. However since he and Lar’ja were twins and had never been separated since they were sucklings, it seemed impossible for Halkrath to think of going his separate way from his brother.
“Hulk?”
At the impatient female’s voice, Halkrath snapped out of thought to see her bewildered eyes staring at him. Sighing heavily, his tusks twitch open to…
“Keep your damn mouth shut, Yautja!” roared an enraged General.
Halkrath glared bitterly at the one eyed ooman and hissed, but grudgingly decided to clamp his tusks shut.
“Akira.”
Cross tensed at the coldness in her father’s voice and knew, without having to think, now wasn’t the time to push the issue, “Y-Yes, General?”
“You’re dismissed.”
She stiffened at the sudden dismissal, but was smart enough to obey. With a curt nod, she left the room without a backward glance. Halkrath made a move to follow.
The Honored Warrior instantly halted when the General stabbed a finger at his direction. “You, stay.”
A low hiss was Halkrath’s only respond, but he remained still.
Satisfied Halkrath wasn’t going; Edwin returned his attention back to a smug looking Nihkou’te. “Now,” he shot a quick look at a stunned Guan before saying, “What the hell are you talking about?”
Arms crossed over his chest, Nihkou’te merely chuckled. “Are you not thrilled to have another pup, R’ka?”
The General exploded. “What do you mean another pup?!” he jabbed an angry finger at Guan’s direction, “I never mated with a Yautja female!”
Nihkou’te maimed tusks lift into a smirking grin. “Come now, R’ka, are you honestly saying you don’t recognize Guan’s scent as yours?”
Edwin opens his mouth but quickly clamp shut at the Elder’s words. The scent earlier he detected from the younger Yautja indeed seemed familiar, but Edwin would’ve never guessed that the scent signaled Guan as his son.
Problem was Edwin never mated with a Yautja female.
The only sexual experience he had during his time on the Clan Ship was when…
Little bits of images of a young bloodied and exhausted Edwin sitting down on a bed with a beautiful brown haired woman kneeling in between his opened thighs flashed before his eye.
Scowling his discomfort, Edwin growled, “I-I she was human, a pure blooded human, and even that…” he trailed off when he caught a glint in his Sire’s eyes and frown. “We never mated…if anything she…” his brows pulled together in confusion, “She-She, we didn’t, do…”
Edwin gave a start at the Elder’s barks of laughter. Even Guan was eyeing his mentor as though he’d lost his mind. Standing in the background, Halkrath observed everything with curious eyes, because before the High Elder and his Clan arrived, the Honored Warrior was planning to tell the female everything, with or without her Sire’s consent.
Clenching his fists in anger, Edwin held his rage back as he watched Nihkou’te’s maimed tusks twitched in laughter. Frustration boiled in his lower belly and the thought of being trapped in the same room with his Sire was becoming more and more unbearable. Cursing his bitterness, Edwin left the room, but not before throwing a glance at an angry Guan before leaving with Halkrath walking behind him.
Getting off the floor with shaky legs, Guan turned to his mentor with wide and bewildered eyes. Since he’d been a pup Guan never questioned the Elder on who Sired him. This was a Yautja he’d respect and always admired, but the image of this honorable Elder was slowly crumbling before his very eyes. How could he have kept a secret like this from for so long?
Anger and disbelief gnaw at his head at the thought of an ooman as his Sire. “What game are you playing, Elder?”
Tilting his head to the side in a curious manner, Nihkou’te eyed his student with mild amusement. “What do you mean, Guan?”
“You’re lying!” the Blooded Warrior snapped, “That pathetic ooman is not my Sire!”
“Don’t use that tone with me, pup!” roared the Elder, his cold gray eyes glaring at the younger male.
Guan stiffened, but lowered his head in submission, knowing if he try and argue with the older male it would only result in blood. Guan was already bleeding and aching from his fight with the R’ka, he honestly didn’t need another fight with an enraged Nihkou’te.
“We will speak of this later, but right now we must prepare for High Elder Nrak'ytara arrival,” Nihkou’te announced. “Go and summon everyone into the docking chamber.”
Guan’s silver and blue eyes glare at the floor. It was obvious he was being dismissed. Giving a curt nod, Guan left the room in angry steps. It was only when walking down the corridors did he halt.
If what Nihkou’te said was true and his Sire really was R’ka…then Akira must be…
“Pauk,” he breathed heavily.

==

Leaning back against the wall of the corridors Cross nibble on her thumb nail nervously at the thought of the conversation inside her father’s office not too long ago. Though she couldn’t understand what the hell they were talking about she knew it must’ve been something really important. She couldn’t wipe the look on her father’s face from her mind. It looked as if someone had told him…
“Mom, are you okay?”
At her son’s voice, Cross looked up to see Connor standing there with Betanu standing behind him. Judging by the questioningly look on their faces she realized they were waiting for an answer, but only problem was Cross couldn’t remember what the question was.
Jerking her thumb out of her mouth, she asked, “Did you ask me something?”
Connor gave her a confused look before saying, “Yeah, I asked if you were okay.”
She grinned sheepishly, “I’m fine.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You really suck at lying.”
Damn Yautja and their sense of smell, she thought angrily. Pushing that thought aside, Cross pushed away from the wall when she heard footsteps coming down the corridors. Her heart tightened at the sight of her father walking in her direction with Halkrath trailing behind him.
Cross met the General half way. “General, can I talk to you about the meeting?”
A drop of sweat ran down from Edwin’s scarred temple and to his cheek. All words seem to be lodge in his throat as he stared at daughter with his mouth gaping open, at this Cross couldn’t help but picture her father as a fish out of water. To the General, the only thought to come to mind at the moment was to turn and bolt. To be honest Edwin didn’t think he was able to repeat what happened in the office. How the hell could he put into words that she had a brother, whom he didn’t remember having!? How could he, a half human and half Yautja, produce a full blooded Yautja pup? Perhaps his Sire was merely playing mind tricks on him, but if that were true, then why did Guan’s scent seemed familiar to him? It was almost as if every cell in his body was confirming Guan indeed carried his blood.
Clearing his throat roughly, Edwin opened his mouth to excuse himself when they were suddenly interrupted by his Lieutenant, who came running down the hall drenched in sweat.
“General, the President of the Colonies has arrived!”
Cross frowned her irritation when her father muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘Oh thank God,’ she watched as he walk off with his Lieutenant beside him. Frustrated that she didn’t get her answer, she shot a glare at Halkrath, “You and I are going to have a talk later,” and to Betanu and Connor, her expression softened, “I’ll see you two later.”
The three Yautjas watched as the female ran after the General, only when she was gone did they turn to each other.
“Connor, watch over your Bearer,” ordered Betanu.
Without hesitation Connor nodded and ran after his mother.
Watching his pup disappear around the corner, Betanu turned towards to the other warrior. “She was distress about something,” he observed thoughtfully as his yellow eyes shot towards a stiff Halkrath. “What went on in that meeting, Halkrath?”
Halkrath carefully kept his eyes away from the other warrior. “Nothing of importance,” he casually dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “The female was probably distressed from seeing your face.”
A low warning growl rumbled from within Betanu’s chest. “Don’t try and insult me,” he snarled, “You won’t distract me from finding out.”
Halkrath merely grunted before going on his way, but before he left, he decided on parting with these last words, “Perhaps you should have a little chat with Nihkou’te’s lackey.”
Betanu’s yellow eyes darkened at the mentioned of Guan. With a low growl, he whipped around sharply and made his way down the corridors.

==

Cross halted in her step as she watched her father and his men disappear around the corner. Beside her, Connor stop beside her with his brow drew together in worry.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
Frowning, Cross glanced over her shoulder to see Halkrath standing there. “The conversation earlier in the office, can you tell me-“
“Guan,” Halkrath jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “Go, talk with him.”
Her scowl darkened, “And Guan will tell me?”
He nodded.
Although she was supposed to accompany her father to meet the President, Cross’s curiosity got the best of her. Pushing her bangs from her face, Cross sigh heavily before nodding, “Connor, meet up with the General and inform him I’ll catch up with him later.”
Huffing at the thought of having to speak with the arrogant General, Connor grudgingly nodded before going after the General.
Once he was gone, Cross returned her attention back to Halkrath. “Okay, lead me to Guan.”

==

Blood related…
Guan still couldn’t believe it.
If he was truly related to R’ka, then that must mean Akira was his half-sister. Was that the reason why he was so drawn to her scent? It probably explained why he was so comfortable around her presence. But why had Elder Nihkou’te kept it a secret from him? Why now of all time did the Elder finally decided to reveal to him his Sire was the ooman he hated the most!?
Why in Paya’s name did Akira had to be related to him?
Guan had every intention of mating with the ooman female. But after finding this out…that thought only seem to anger him.
Growling his rage and frustration, Guan slammed his fist into a nearby wall. The wall shook with the sudden impact and dented under the force of his fist. Snarling a curse, Guan pulled his fist from the dented wall and closed his eyes in frustration.
No, Guan thought with resentment, he would not accept the fact he was related with that filthy R’ka. And Akira was no sister of his. His plan to skin R’ka’s alive and rip the skull from his head were still boiling in his mind. And his plan to take Akira as a mate was still as strong as ever.
Blood related or no, nothing and no one was going to stop his plans.

==

“Damn, man, this whole place is buzzing for the arrival of the President,” Lucian observed while he and Percy stood with the other Squad Leaders behind their General.
“I don’t think it’s the President they’re eager to see,” Percy muttered. Though all their military personnel wore a look of calm professionals, it was the selected civilians that were chit-chatting amongst one another. All stood inside the docking area while they awaited the arrival of both parties and on the other side of the docking stood the Yautja’s party. Connor was easy to spot, Percy noted, the young Yautja looked nervous being surrounded by his own kind. All the fearsome Yautjas were geared in their armor and weapon, from Percy’s perspective; it almost looked as though they were ready for war.
“Which one’s coming first?” asked a curious Lucian.
“The President should be arriving before the Yautja’s Elder,” informed Victor.
While others muttered amongst themselves, Percy’s brown eyes searched for any signs of his Captain. His brows furrowed worriedly when he noticed she was nowhere in sight. Looking over to the General, Percy was sure the General was pissed by the huge vein popping out of his forehead.
Taking a step toward the General, Percy asked, “Would you like me to retrieve the Captain, General?”
“Don’t bother, I see her now,” Edwin growled through clenched teeth.
Percy turned his head just in time to spot his Captain walking through the doors with three large Yautja trailing behind her. The four were quick to part way, but Percy couldn’t help but noticed the shortest of the three were glaring in their direction. A careful observation showed his murderous scowl was aimed at the General, Percy noticed with a grim frown. If look could kill, the General would be on the floor by now.
Taking her side by the General, Cross was quick to notice the looks each side was giving one another. Only few were blanks while most were taunting. Even with the Yautjas being fewer in numbers, Cross was sure with their advanced weapon and strength, it would be no problem.
“Where were you, Captain?”
Cross stiffen at the coldness in the General’s voice, “I had a little business to attend, General, forgive me for my tardiness.”
Edwin grunted, “Did it involve a certain short Yautja with an annoying attitude?”
Cross didn’t need to ask who he was referring to, “And what if it does?” she dared to ask.
Edwin’s gray eye darkened, “We will discuss this another time.”
At her side her fingers curled into white knuckle fists, “Of course, General.”
As they continued to wait for the arrival of the President and High Elder, Cross’s eyes remained on a certain scowling Yautja. The conversation they had earlier still played in her head and no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on her father’s words, Guan’s damn voice kept invading her thoughts.

“He’s not far,” Halkrath announced as they continued their way down the corridors.
True to his words, as they rounded the corner, Cross’s eyes widened at the sight of the Yautja warrior standing in the middle of the hallway with his eyes staring at the hole in the wall. Her brows furrow worriedly at his dazed expression. Glancing over to Halkrath and Betanu, the two older warriors had their trained eyes on the younger Yautja.
Crossing his arms over his scarred chest, Betanu turn his narrowed yellow eyes at his mate. “This is as far as you go. Ask him.”
Knowing he didn’t want her going anywhere near another male, Cross nodded her understanding. Taking in a deep breath, she called out to Guan, “Can we talk?”
At the sound of her voice, Guan’s head whipped around in her direction. His blue and silver eyes glared intensively at the ooman female. “Akira, I-I didn’t realize you were there,” then his eyes shot toward the two older Yautja standing beside her.
Tilting her head to the side, she asked, “Are you okay?”
Glancing between Halkrath and Akira, Guan took in a shuddering breath before approaching the female with determined steps. Betanu instantly made a move to stop the younger warrior from approaching his mate, but a hand on his shoulder halted his action. Looking over his shoulder, he gave a low warning growl at Halkrath.
“Watch them,” though Halkrath spoke the words to Betanu, he kept his eyes on an anxious Guan.
Betanu’s tusks tighten with irritation, but did as Halkrath’s suggested. Something was off with the young cocky warrior Betanu had come to known. It almost looked as though Guan were afraid to approach Betanu’s mate. Curious at why Guan was uneasy, Betanu took a step back and watch alongside Halkrath.
Only when he was an arm length away from the female did Guan finally halt. Frowning at Guan’s odd behavior, Cross stood still as the Yautja leaned closer to her and inhaled her scent. A low warning growl could be heard from the background, but all of Cross’s focus were on a low mewling Guan. The sound he was emitting from his throat almost sound like a wounded animal, perhaps that of a dog. Her body stiffened when he leaned in closer and brushed his sharp tusks gently over her hair. Her eyes widen when he deeply inhaled her scent once more.
“It can’t be true, it can’t be true,” Guan kept mumbling the words over and over again.
Unfortunately Cross clearly heard those tormented words and frowned curiously at the Yautja hovering over her. “What’s wrong, Guan?”
Though her normal instinct would have had her draw her gun in case of something bad happening, her hands kept stilled at her side. It almost looked too painful to stare Guan in the eye. Something inside her was being pulled by Guan’s distress and she fought down every urge to comfort the whimpering Yautja. Clenching her fists, she took a step back, but only to be follow by Guan.
“I won’t accept it, I won’t,” Guan hissed, his tusks flaring dangerously in anger.
Cross scowled, “What don’t you accept?” she questioned cautiously.
His mismatched eyes glare threateningly at Betanu, “This doesn’t change a thing.”
Halkrath snarled, “You cannot mate with your own flesh, the law of the Yautja forbid such a disgusting act.”
Betanu’s eyes widen at Halkrath’s words, “His flesh?”
Halkrath nodded, confirming Betanu’s suspicion, “Guan is the offspring of R’ka, the female’s Sire. He is her half-brother.”
Cross scowled, wishing to hell she knew what the hell they were talking about.
Betanu’s lower tusks dropped in shock. He’d never pictured the General mating with a Yautja female.
Guan eyed Betanu’s missing arm and smirk, “Flesh blood or no, it’s better to have a whole mate then a half one.”
At the younger warrior’s disrespectful words, Betanu tusks flared in warning. “Even with one arm I can bring you down.”
Guan’s tusks stretched into a smile, “Then I challenge you for the female.”
“The laws forbid it!” roared an enraged Halkrath, “If you so much as release your mating musk around this female, I will personally rip off your cock!”
Guan smirk his amusement before returning his attention to a bewildered looking Cross. Everything in him wanted to keep this ‘curse’ a secret, but he knew she would find out from either one of the Honored Warriors. Ignoring the tightening in his chest, Guan place on hand over his heart and bowed his head.
“Your Sire, R’ka, mated with a Yautja female and from their union they produced a pup,” saying so he lifted his cool eyes from the floor and didn’t bother to hide his resentment from her. “I am the product of their union…”
“You lie!” she shouted, her eyes glaring furiously at the smirking Yautja. “My father would never mate with a Yautja female! He told me himself!”
Guan chuckled bitterly, “Obviously he lied to you.”
She jabbed a finger in his direction. “No, you’re the one who is lying!” she accused, “MY father would’ve told me so!”
Guan threw back his head and laugh. “Your Sire’s words hold no honor, they are worth, how you ooman would say, shit?”
Cross open her mouth to scream at the annoying Yautja to take back his words, but only to quickly clamp it back shut. What if what he said were true? She thought worriedly. Haven’t her father kept many secrets from her already? It took him twenty-three years to finally admit to her she was part Yautja and that she her grandmother was a slave to her grandfather. And the only reason why he told her was because he’d feared Elder Nihkou’te would get to her first.
What else had the General kept from her?
Though who he’d had sex with was none of her business, but…
“You doubt your Sire, don’t you?”
Cross snapped out of thought at the sound of Guan’s bitter voice. Scowling her irritation, she said, “I’ll speak with him myself once this whole treaty signing is over.”
Guan bowed his head mockingly, “As you wish, Akira.”

Cross snapped out of thought when the dorm above their head hummed open. Looking up she noticed the helicopter descending down belong to the President. The noiseless helicopter landed with ease as the blades came to a stop. The doors open and the first to jump out were the personal guards of Presidents. Dressed from head to toe in SWAT gear and armed with heavy machinery, their trained eyes were all fixed on their ‘guests’ while the Yautjas, and Cross was pretty sure on this, was glaring at them mockingly through their masks.
The next to jump out was the President himself.
The President of the Colonies could only be described as a man in his late thirties with short neatly cut brown and dark brown eyes, a jolly of a man with thick glasses and rosy red cheek. If his hair had been white and if his face had a full white beard, Cross would have accused him of being Santa Claus. On several of occasion Cross had met the President and found him to be rather idealistic man. He always preached about peace and that there would be a time where the world would no longer need weapon.
The day that happened would mean life no longer exist on Earth.
If animals rule the world, regardless of no bombs or bullets, there would still be war amongst the other animal. One would have to die for the other one to survive; animals killed other animals, just like human killed other human. There’s no way to avoid it.
Hence why there could never be peace between human and Yautjas. No matter how much others want it. It is in one’s nature to dominate the other.

==

“Are all Earth’s leaders that plump?” A Yautja standing in front of Connor asked his companion to his right.
Tilting his head to the side curiously, Connor regarded Earth’s leader thoughtfully and couldn’t help but agree with the Yautja. The man known as the President was indeed a short fat man with brown hair and beard. Oddly though he reminded Connor of someone his mother once told him during his childhood, someone with the name Clause or something.
“Remember, Connor, do not be fool by one’s appearance,” Betanu said beside him, “Remember the ju’ju beetle I shown you back on the Clan Ship?”
Connor nodded with a wince. How could he forget that damn ju’ju bug that resembled an innocent lady-bug the sperm donor had shown him during his time on the Ship? The stupid bug had been the size of a small marble with a colorful display of colors on its shell. The damn thing had looked harmless enough but the second it jumped in the palm of his hand it morphed into a hissing parasite with black spikes that quickly and painfully burrow its way into his skin. Connor shuddered at the memory of it slithering around in his skin with its sharp claws digging into his flesh. It barely took a minute before Connor finally begged Betanu to take the damn thing out. His so-called father had done so all the while laughing at Connor’s whimpering.
“He must be Earth’s leader for a reason,” Betanu continued to say.
Standing not too far from them, Guan scoffed, “I’m sure if I poke the fat ooman with my claw he’ll burst into oil.”
The other Yautjas around laughed.
A low warning growl from one of the Elder immediately stopped the chuckling. Bakuub shot Guan a look of warning, which the younger male merely shrugged off.

==

“Captain Cross, it good to see you again!”
Cross gave a start at the President’s booming voice. Wincing slightly, she gave a salute in his direction, “President Collin, always an honor to have you here, sir.”
He smiled, “Ah, I haven’t seen you since you were fifteen. I brought my daughter along, do you remember her?” he gesture toward to a petite platinum blonde standing beside him.
Cross’s smile tighten at the President’s daughter, Lilia, the curvy platinum blonde smile stiffly in return. Her icy blue eyes clearly told Cross she wasn’t worth her time. Oh yes, Cross remember this whinny little girl well during her teen years.
“Captain, why don’t you show Miss Lilia to her quarters,” suggested the General. “And be quick, I need you here when the High Elder arrive.”
The President’s face lit up at the idea. “Ah, yes! Lilia must be exhausted from the long trip, go ahead, you two must want to catch up on things.”
Shooting her father a look of pure contempt, Cross had her Lieutenant grab the girl’s luggage as they strolled down the corridor with Lilia’s clicking heels following behind them.
“Akira, haven’t seen you in seven years,” Lilia muttered as she eyed the other girl’s clothing in disdain. “I see you’re still doing the soldier thing and wearing men clothes.”
Cross chuckled, she had been fifteen during the time the President came to visit the Colony with his daughter who had been seventeen. Cross had been assigned to keep the spoiled girl entertained while her father and the President talked business. Though during that time Cross had been busy with training while Lilia flirted shamelessly with the other rookies. The only time Lilia needed something from Cross was to run her ridiculous errand, such as having the cooks make the finest desserts out of natural ingredients. Or, one of Cross’s personal favorite, was to help Lilia sneak into one of the rookie’s quarter for midnight fun. Had Cross not complied to any of the girl’s demands she would of gone to her father and complain about Cross’s lack of responsibility.
The day Lilia left had been the happiness for Cross.
“I’m a Captain now and this is the uniform I was assigned to wear,” Cross informed her patiently.
She arched a thin white brow while her icy blue eyes scanned the Captain from head to toe, “Oh? Does it really have to look like that; I mean even in the military, can’t there be something cute? Must everything be black and dull?”
Cross was sure her left eye was twitching.
“And do girls really necessarily have to cut their hair short? I mean you look like a boy, no offense,” though her tone clearly told her differently.
Clearing her throat, Cross merely smile. “It’s standard to cut your hair short to make training easier, and as for the uniform? I like it.”
She smiled mockingly, “I’m sure you do. Well you must be a busy person with all the freakish aliens running around, are we near my new room yet?”
Biting back the urge to curse her bad luck, Cross glanced down at her watch and gave a mock gasp, “Oh dear, I really should return,” she look over to Percy, “Lieutenant, show Miss Lilia to her quarters, I’ll see you shortly.”
Ignoring her Lieutenant’s pleading look, Cross turned around in her heel and walked back toward the docking area.

==

Holding back the urge to yawn, Edwin stood beside the President and listened to his excited rambling about the peace signing. A piece of paper won’t stop others from doing what they want. Edwin was sure, regardless of this ceremony, both human and Yautja would still seek out blood from one another.
“There’s been some rumors I’ve heard about you and your daughter, General,” the President said. “And I want to know if they are true…”
A tiny bead of sweat trickle down Edwin’s temple, “And what rumor would that be, sir?”
“A rumor that involves one’s blood, Edwin, a rumor has it that you’re not fully human,” clearing his throat softly, Collin, the President, look over to the General with a stern frown, “I would like to know, if you and your daughter are part of their race.”
Edwin’s jaw clenched as his eye hardened in determination. Looking toward the Yautjas, only one caught his eye. His grandfather, despite the distance, clearly heard the President’s words. Those eyes, much like his daughter’s, told him clearly they understood if he had to lie about his blood. Bakuub, the only Yautja Edwin called family, knew he, the pup he had helped raised, was ashamed of the Yautja blood coursing through his body. Lowering his eye in guilt, Edwin turn his attention back to the President and knew he shouldn’t be ashamed of who he was. As much as he wanted to lie, his honor wouldn’t let him. He maybe stripped of his title for having Yautja blood running through his veins, but Edwin felt his chest swell with pride to admit he had his honorable grandfather’s blood.
“Yes, it is true, Mr. President, I am part Yautja and so is my daughter.”
Edwin had expected the President to throw a fit and order his men to arrest him, but instead, Collin nodded and smiled. “I’m glad to hear that, General. The Yautja and human race are truly coming together.”
“Miss Lilia has been safely escorted to her quarters, Mr. President.”
Collin turned his head to see the Captain approaching him, he nodded his head in gratitude, but his sharp brown eyes remained on her purple ones. “It probably explains why her eyes are like this,” he mused out loud and grinned at her startled look. “I take it you’re related to that fellow with eyes like these,” Collin jerked his head toward an observing Bakuub.
Edwin’s lips twitched into a smile at his worry grandfather, “Yes.”
A look of understanding came to Cross when she realized what her father and the President were discussing. Judging by the softness in the General’s eye, she knew, somehow her father was half-way to making peace with what he was. Fighting her own urged to smile; the Captain took her side to stand beside the General. Knowing perhaps some of the Squad Leaders and soldiers must have heard their conversation, Cross looked over her shoulder to them and felt her eyes widen at the encouraging smile some were giving her while most looked too shocked for words.
“Captain, I want you to stay focused.”
At the sound of the General, Cross snapped her face forward, “Yes, General.”
Edwin sighed heavily before hunching down to whisper in her ear, “I want you to be prepare once word gets out, Akira,” he warned as he straightened back up.
Before Cross had the chance to reply, she became aware of the silence in the room. Looking up, her eyes widened at the sight of the Yautja ship hovering over them. No matter how big or heavy looking the ship was it never made a sound. That thing was built for pure stealth despite its size.
“Amazing,” she heard an awed voice whispered behind her.
With ease the Yautja ship began its descent down the docking bay. Cross was actually surprised the room wasn’t shaking like it normally would from any other ships. But of course she knew like a Yautja on a hunt, their ship were built to sneak up on their enemies. No sounds, not even from their transportation, would make a noise. Once the ship made a safe landing, the doors immediately hummed opened and a ramp appeared to attach itself to the ship’s door. Cloud of white smoke shot out from the opening of the ship, in the process, startling most of the civilian and technicians present.
Cross’s eyes stay glued to the opening of the ship as she watched a tall figure emerge through the white smoke. She had expected to see the High Elder himself greeting them, but what she saw was a strange Yautja covered in some sort of black armor walking out first. Like any other Yautja, this one’s dreadlocks were jet black with heavy silver trinkets decorating it. His mask, though, looked to be carved from black stone while the armor he wore seemed to blend it with whatever he wore that made his skin pitch black. Hell, even the staff-like weapon he carried in his hand, looked like it was carved from the same black material. But unlike his brethren who were built with heavy muscles, this one’s body was lean and slender…and curvy. His build almost reminded Cross of a swimmer’s athletic body.
“You’re thinking he is wearing something over his skin, right?”
At her father’s amused voice, Cross turn her startled eyes to his, “Yes, isn’t he?”
He shook his head, “That is his skin color. They’re known as Kujhade, which in English, translates as Destroyer. They’re said to be descendants of Cetanu himself.”
She frowned, “Cetanu? Who’s that?”
“He is their supreme being. He’s known as the black hunter, who also happens to be called the God of Death. Both he and Paya, the Conquering Warrior, are worshipped by the Yautjas. They’re said to have been the ones to lead the Yautjas into the path which they’re in now.”
“Interesting,” she muttered, her eyes staring at the warrior standing at the opening of the ship.
“The High Elder is surrounded by the Destroyers; they’re his own personal bodyguards. No one is foolish enough to challenge a Destroyer because of their incredible speed,” Edwin’s sharp gray eye scanned left to right before crinkling in amusement. “You may not notice, Captain, but they’re already surrounding us right now.”
Her eyes widening in suspicion, Cross’s followed her father’s gaze and immediately spotted another Destroyer standing in the dark corner of the room. The only thing to give him away was the light’s reflection coming off the visors of his mask. It was the Cross realized any darkened part of the huge docking platform had an observing Destroyer, she was quick to count five. The only thing that had her brows furrowing worriedly was not being able to realize they had left the ship. No one and she was sure not even their fellow Yautjas standing across from the humans knew of their surrounding presence.
Built for speed indeed, she thought impressively.
“They’re making sure everything is safe before bringing out the High Elder,” Edwin informed her, “After all, the High Elder is not only the commander of the Yautjas, but their King.”
Cross could only nod as she watched the Destroyer step aside to allow another figure to emerge from the ship. She could only assume this time was the King, High Elder Nrak'ytara. Unlike the other Yautjas, his gray dreadlocks were coated in gold, same for his armor, though scarred, shined brightly. Even his red cloak looked tattered from war. Observing him, Cross knew despite being royalty, High Elder Nrak'ytara fought his own battles.
Quietness fell over the Yautjas and all got down to one knee. The only one who seemed to hesitate and be confused by what was happening was Connor, looking left to right, the young Yautja quickly mimicked the other clumsily, Cross merely hid a smile while the General muttered a curse.
Approaching the High Elder the three Elders kneeled down before their King with their heads lowered in submission.
High Elder Nrak'ytara nodded his head in acknowledgment, “Arise, honorable Elders.”
“High Elder Nrak'ytara,” Edwin approached the powerful Yautja cautiously while eyeing his two Destroyers behind him. “I would like to introduce you to the President of Earth,” he indicated to the shorter ooman to his right.
With his hand Nrak'ytara waved his guards to step back, as he took a step forward with the three Elders behind him. “It’s an honor to finally meet you,” reaching out with one hand, Nrak'ytara placed his large hand on the ooman’s shoulder. “I am High Elder Nrak'ytara of the Yautja Race.”
Edwin translated to the bewildered President, “A hand to the shoulder means he is greeting you,” the General informed him.
Collin nodded, “Ah yes, I remember this. I studied the Yautja’s culture for three months, though I will still need your help.”
The General nodded, “Of course, sir.”
Collin, the President, smiled apologetically at the Yautja hovering over him, “Forgive me for being too short to greet you in return, High Elder,” saying that the President held out his hand.
Eyeing the hand curiously, Nrak'ytara turned his questioning eyes towards Edwin.
The General was quick to translate, “A human greets another by shaking the other’s hand.”
Nrak'ytara clicked his tusks in understanding, “I vaguely remember my ooman mate once telling me this,” he mused and carefully took the ooman’s offered hand in a firm shake.
The President’s lips stretched into a pleased smile, “I have a feeling this peace signing will go smoothly.”

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