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General Edwin Cross entered his daughter’s chamber and growled. He knew the scent of a Yautja was in her quarter and his one eye glared daggers at the white creature standing behind her. His men behind him let out gasps at the sight of the alien. No one dare make a move as the tension in the room grew thick. Swallowing hard, Cross cautiously approached her father.

“Explain yourself, Captain!” his roar shook the very walls, sounding much like a grown Yautja himself.

Since her rank from squad leader to Captain, Cross father never addressed his daughter unless her title was pronounce first.

This was Connor’s first time seeing his mother’s father. The little Yautja couldn’t help felt his mandible sagged at the sight of the largest and most scarred male he’s ever seen. Standing over at seven foot eight and built like a wrestler, covered in head to toe with military gears, the male was a fearsome sight. Connor judged him to be in his late fifty, although he didn’t look his age, the male’s black hair had streaks of gray. But what caught Connor’s eyes was the hideous three claw mark running down his face. The General wore a black eye patch over his right eye; Connor was almost tempted to ask him to remove it.

“General Edwin,” Cross bowed her head in respect. “It’s good to see you again.”

The General stared down at the familiar sight of his only child and felt a familiar tugging at his heart. She was the splitting image of her mother, his late wife, all except for those glowing purple eyes. The General always expected his child to grow up and follow in the footsteps of her mother as a doctor, but instead, she grew to become like him. Cross’s mother passed away when Cross was only six. Edwin, knowing only the military life all his life, did what he did best. Taking his grieving daughter by the hand he led her into the training field. Looking around the quarter, he felt his fists clenching and un-clenching.

“Lieutenant Constantine, Nurse Rose, you’re dismiss,” the General ordered in a cold voice.

Kelly was the first to leave, but not before throwing a concerned look toward her best-friend. Constantine, on the other hand, gave Cross’s hand a squeeze before following his General’s order.

Staring down at her son, she gave him a reassuring smile before returning her attention to the General, but her father wasn’t staring at her. His one gray eye was staring at her son.

“Ten minutes, Captain, you know where my office is,” he said with a grunt before turning and leaving the small apartment.

“What did he mean, mom?”

Ten minutes with your son before I decide your punishment and his, her father didn’t have to say it, but she saw it in his eye. Without a word, Cross led her son to the couch; she sat down first before pulling her son on her lap. Happy and content to be in his arms comforting arms, Connor let out a purr before snuggling against his mother.

“Connor, you know what’s going to happen, right?”

At her words, Connor’s body stiffened. She didn’t have to say the words, he knew just by looking into her beautiful purple eyes that something bad was going to happen.

“We escape,” Connor said, pulling back from her embrace. “Just me and you, mom, we can get out of here.”

Cross sadly shook her head. “We can’t run away from our problems, baby, we have to stay and fight. I won’t lose you.”

Connor shook his head, his little dreadlock hair hitting her shoulder. “They will never let us stay together…they see me as the enemy, a threat that needs to be put down.”

Cross’s throat tightened at her son’s sorrowful words. “I won’t let it happen…”

“You don’t understand, mom!” he growled. “When you look at me, you see only your son, but when they see me…”

Connor left his mother’s embrace to stand in the middle of the living room.

“Mom, why can’t I look like you?”

At his words, Cross felt a knife twist brutally in her heart.

“Things would have been easier if I looked like you instead of looking like a freak!” he growled, his fists clenching and un-clenching in anger. “Even your father looked at me like a bug that needed to get stomp on.”

“You're not a freak!”

Crossing the room, Cross got to her knees and embraced her son. He hesitated for a brief moment before wrapping his arms around her neck, his head resting between her neck and shoulder. Her poor son was shaking with both anger and sadness; she didn't even winced when his sharp talons dug into her back.

“Then why can't I look like you?” he whispered in a heartbroken whimper. “Even if I do get to stay, they will always be afraid of me.”

“There is nothing wrong with you!” Cross said fiercely, “You're my own, my son. People like them are afraid of the unknown; never let them bring your spirit down! My strength is yours as yours is mine.”

With an angry cry, Connor pulled away from his mother's embrace. “But that's just it, mom, I'm not from your body, you found me!” he grabbed his dreadlocks in frustration. “I hate this face, I hate the color of my blood, and I hate this hair! I don't wonna look like this!”

Cross let out a cry when her son dug his claws into the side of his face. Yanking his claws away, Cross's eyes tear up at the sight of the neon green blood trickling down from his wound.

With a whimper, her son raises a shaky finger to the corner of her eye and lifted it to his. “I wonna be able to cry like you, I want to have tears!” he shook his head, “I want to be normal.”

With her heart breaking, Cross pulled her son back into her embrace, only this time she pressed their chest together.

“Shush, Connor, I want you to close your eyes and listen,” she advised in a gentle voice.

Connor frowned but did as his mother instructed. Only after a minute did he felt the beating of his mother's heart, but what caught him off guard was the beating of his own heart. He gasped.

Both their heart beat at the same time, the same rhythm.

Cross let out a small laugh when her son pulled back and stared at her with wide eyes. “True we're different; son, but our hearts beat the same. You were always meant to be mine, a gift that I gladly accept. Prove to them you're stronger, better, faster; show them you're not an animal. I know you can do it.”

With a dry sob, Connor threw himself in his mother's arms and held her with a gentleness that warmed her heart. Her son knew his strength can hurt her. To Cross, her son didn't need tears to show his pain and anger, she can already feel it. Although it still amaze her at how much she willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of her son.

“I love you, Connor,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too, mom,” he whispered.

Pulling back from the embrace, Cross rubbed him under his mandibles and laughed at his gentle purring. “I will come back as soon as I can, but I want you to rest, okay?”

And for the first time, her son went to bed without a single protest.

==

After tucking her son into bed and watching him sleep in his peaceful slumber, Cross left her small apartment and noticed two soldiers standing guard by her door. Her father must have placed them there before leaving. Sighing heavily, Cross made her way towards her father's office. She made sure to press the alert button before walking in.

“General,” Cross saluted her father in respect.

“Captain Cross, I gave you ten minutes, you’re five minutes late.” said General Edwin, although his eyes were on the files in his hand, Cross knew her father was watching her. “Have a seat.”

After taking the seat across his desk, Cross watch nervously as her father flip through the pages in the files. Her fingers fidget nervously on her lap while waiting for him to say something.

Since childhood her father trained her non-stop in the art of firearms and combat. Waking her up at the butt cracked of dawn and finishing in the dead of night, her father can be a harsh man. Unfortunately, if it wasn't for her father's training, Cross would've never become the woman she was today.

General Edwin Cross was indeed an intimidating man. His reputation as a brutal commander was known throughout every Colonies. But it wasn't just her father's power they feared, it was his scars. Her father's height alone rivaled that of a full grown Yautja! Standing at seven foot eight and weighting at four hundred plus pound of pure muscles, all enemy shake in their boots at the sight of her father. But it was his ugly scar that had them running towards the hills. From childhood, she remembered her mother telling the story of how her father gained his scar. It was during his youth he was challenged by, not just any Yautja, but an Elder! They fought hand to hand combat and her father had won! But the battle had left him blind in one eye. Three claws ran down his forehead, over his eye, down his cheek and under his chin. Her father wore his scars with pride, letting all know he fought a powerful being and won.

Cross was proud to follow in her father's footsteps by killing a Yautja of her own. Her father may not have said it, but she had caught a glint of pride in his cold gray eye when she told him the news of her victory.

Cross snapped out of thought when her father threw the files down on the table and shot her a stern look.

“Would you care to explain to me why you have a pest living in your quarters?” since childhood, her father's low rough voice always sent a shiver of fear down her spine.

Forcing no emotion on her face or in her voice, Cross explained calmly. “I was on patrolled in the forest when I came across an infant. Its mother must have abandoned him and I saw it within myself to give him food and shelter.”

“That still doesn't explain why you brought an enemy into the Colony.”

Cross's brow twitched at the contempt in her father's voice. She knew he never liked the Yautja, but as far as to killing an infant, despite their difference, she didn't think her father would go that far.

“General, with all due respect, I didn't think it was necessary to abandon an infant,” Cross explained.

“It’s not an infant, Captain, its kinds hunt ours for sports!” the General scrapped back his chair and stood up. “That thing needs to be put down...one less Yautja to worry about.”

Cross shouldn't be surprise at all what her father was saying, she was just surprised he didn't suggest torture first.

“With all due respect...”

“The discussion is over, Captain,” he interrupted, “have that thing brought down to the holding cell and await further instructions.”

It was a cold dismissal.

Damn her father!

Scowling, Cross lifted her chin in defiant. “No.”

A single black eye brow rose up. “Are you defying my order, Captain?”

Cross realized then she never denied her father anything. When he made an ordered for her to kill someone, she did. When he made an ordered for her to torture someone, she did! But just thinking about her son's death at her hands or the hands of any others, brought a fear that Cross have never known before. Even when she was fighting the Yautja, she was mostly calm.

“He's different from the others,” Cross knew she was sounding desperate, but what else was she to do?

The General scoffed. “They're all the same. It is in their nature to kill and one day he will snap and kill someone in the Colony. I will not allow that to happen!”

“So are humans! It is in our nature to kill and rule! We're no different from them, maybe even worst!”

With a growl, the General slammed a meaty fist on the table, causing a dent in the polished wood. “Do not compare us to those things!”

Cross stood her ground. “Connor isn't like that, he's...”

“You named it?” her father's eye shot in disbelief.

Cross gritted her teeth in angered at her father's constant need to call her son, it!

“I raised him since he was baby; I know what he's like...”

“Just because you throw it a treat or two, won't mean it'll stop the thing’s nature from killing others.”

“My son’s name is Connor!”

Too late Cross realized her mistake. Already her father was making his way towards her, his towering height shadowing over hers.

“What...did you say?”

At her father's dangerous tone, Cross felt her stomach knotted in dread. Swallowing hard, she stared her father in the eye.

“I raised him, clothed him and fed him milk from my own bosoms. I will not stand aside and watch you kill my child.”

“That thing is not your child!” her father roared, shaking the very wall with his booming voice. “You're both from different species for Christ's sake!”

“Doesn't matter, General, he's mine. Please, don't condemn him for my sins.”

General Edwin tore his eye away from his daughter's pleaded and swallowed the tightness in his throat. How can he make her see her error? The Yautja cannot be trusted no more than humans. The thing will soon grow up and hunt them just like his ancestors have been doing for centuries. And when that happened, it will break his daughter's heart, it was something Edwin never wants to witness. He was going to protect her, whether she wants to or not. He'll even remove the threat away personally!

“Captain Cross you're here by confine in your apartment until I decide your punishment. The pest in your quarter will be move to the holding cell with round guards.” With a regretful sigh, he beeped in his men.

Cross can only stand there as her father's men came in and shackled her wrists and remove her weapons. Her eyes can no longer look at her father as they lead her away.

==

Twenty minutes later, Cross was being led out in cuffs by her father’s men into the military courtyard. Cross wasn’t at all surprised by the audience of soldiers in the courtyard; all stood in formals lines when she entered. The second she did, cuffed and stripped of her high ranking uniform, half the soldiers stirred and other begin whispering, breaking their military stands. Cross knew what was coming the second they stripped her of her shirt, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Built in the center of the courtyard was the post, Cross was already prepare and didn’t protest when they strapped both her arms in the air by chain. The only thing to catch her eyes was the long black whip being carried in by one of the Corporal who stood fifteen feet from her. Suddenly all commotion stopped when the General appeared behind the podium just above the stadium. His cold gray eye stared down at her before addressing the men and women.

“Captain Akira Cross was found harboring a Yautja’s child in her quarter this morning,” the General’s harsh voice said into the microphone.

At this news, everyone erupted, some called her a traitor while others called their General a liar and most just looked confused. From the corner of her eye, Cross noticed Percy, Lucian and Jason standing in line with the other squad leaders, the three men all wore looks of disbelief. Looking away, Cross stared at the lines of soldiers for any signs of Constantine and to her relieved he was nowhere in sight. She didn’t want him witnessing her humiliation by the ordered of her own father.

“SILENCE!”

At her father’s deafening roar, everyone shut up. Cross tensed when the General gave a signal to the punisher to move into his position. Cross didn’t even flinched when he cracked the whip on the stone floor.

“For harboring an enemy, I sentenced Captain Cross to ten lashes.”

Cross frowned at her punishment, even the soldiers stirred a bit but none dare to say anything. Normally when harboring an enemy, the criminal is sentenced to twenty lashes with his or her ranking stripped. But her father hasn’t announced that. If anything, ten lashes was a sign of mercy with her rank still in place. She glared at her father from the podium.

This was his way of showing mercy to his only child.

It was a gentle punishment.

At the first cracked of whip slicing her flesh, Cross never made a sound.

===
Connor glared at the frightened scrawny male studying him through the glass wall. The urged to growl just to see the fidgeting pathetic male yelp overwhelmed the little Yautja. Hell, he might even piss in his pant if he did, Connor thought with disgust. Oh, how he wished he was stronger, if he were, than he would be able to break through the wall of glass and rescue his mother.

Just thinking about what they could be doing to his mother shot him full of fear. He balled his fist and slammed it against the glass wall and snarl, the scrawny male jumped with a started cried before running away with his clip board and pen.

Stupid fool!

Connor knew he shouldn’t have gone to sleep. He should have stayed up and waited for his mother. The second he opened his eyes, he felt a painful dart in his arm. Looking at his arm, Connor gave a weak growl before falling unconscious. Minutes later he awoke in the glass cell surrounded by males and females studying him. Connor had whimpered in fear at first but quickly let loose a growl to let them know he wasn’t afraid. Many were startled and some moved away while others laughed and continued to write down on their damn clipboard.

Half an hour went by and Connor felt his stomach twist nervously. Whimpering low in his throat, the young Yautja began pacing in his small cell. Something big was going to happen, Connor just wished he knew what! Ten minutes gone by when suddenly Connor felt an invisible force struck him from behind. It was unlike any pain he’d never felt before! It was sharp and quick before he let loose a cry at another invisible crack hitting his back. Whimpering, Connor’s talons felt for any wounds on his back and gasped. His back was dry, Connor didn’t even feel blood leak down his back. Startled, he back up until he had his back against the wall. His red eyes darting back and forth for the unknown assailant, he quickly sniffed the air and found no intruder. It wasn’t long before he felt any stinging whip to his back. Connor arched his back and let out an agonizing roar.

Almost immediately all the scientists returned, all talking to one another, trying to figure out the cause of pain to their subject, but Connor couldn’t hear anything. It wasn’t until another painful unseen force stuck him did he catch a glimpsed of his mother’s arms in the air with her back covered in blood, but it was gone before he could even utter a cry of agony. It was then he realized he was feeling his mother’s pain!

The bastards were whipping her!

The horrible pain she must be in…unable to take it any longer, Connor doubled over and puked. His mandibles twitched when he felt another painful crack to his back. He may not be bleeding, but the pain he was sharing with his mother may just as well have him bleeding. With a groan, Connor threw back his head, sending his inky black dreadlocks flying everywhere as he let out the loudest, most painful roar a Yautja could mastered up. At the ferocious roar, the scientists quickly moved away.

==

One week later…

"No wonder your own species threw you out.”

At the sound of the familiar male voice, Connor looked up from the floor of his cell and glared daggers at the scarred man who imprisoned him. Connor was actually surprised to see his mother’s father standing there.

"Fuck you!" if his mother heard him, she would have given him a disapproval glare.

"I'm just surprise they didn't kill you first before dumping you on my planet."

Unlike the other Yautja General Edwin seen before, this one's scales were white and his stripes pattern was a reddish brown. Even his red eyes were odd to stare at. The only thing that wasn't odd to him was the pup’s inky black dreadlocks.

In truthfulness, Edwin didn’t know what he was doing here. Since his daughter’s public whipping, the General had stayed inside his office. His second in command send reports on his daughter’s health; it was enough for the General. But for some unknown reasons, he had the urged to see the creature she sheltered.

With a growl, Connor kicked at the reinforced glass before turning away. Stupid one eyed jerk!

"Your species hunt and kill our kind... Did you know that?"

"I'm not like that!" Connor snapped, returning his attention to the General. "My mother didn't raise a killer!"

"She is not your mother!"

"Akira Cross will always be my mother!"

With a growl the General banged his fist against the glass wall, Connor watched with wided eyes as it cracked underneath his meaty fist.

"My daughter is not your mother. She is human and you're Yautja. Those two can never co-exist in peace."

"No, that's where you're wrong, old man. My mother had a choice to kill me back in that forest, but she chose to save me and raised me as her son and for that I will always love her and never let anything bad happen to her."

General Edwin had to look away from the pup's fierce words. Just the tiniest bit of thread loosens around his cold bitter heart.

"And you, who are her real flesh and blood, allowed her to get hurt!" Connor growled, sounding like a full grown Yautja male. "How could you allowed someone you love to get hurt that?" his fists banged on the glass wall and the General watched with interest as it begin to cracked underneath his pounding fists.

"General..." a timid scientist approached him cautiously, "You can't upset the subject. I'm...I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

With a grunt, the General turned and left the holding quarter. But he couldn't shake off the words of the Yautja child.

===

"Your wounds are starting to heal now," Kelly observed as her gentle hands change the bloodied bandages on her friend.

"I wish it wouldn't," Cross muttered, hissing when her friend remove the last of the stitches.

Kelly made no comment; she knew her friend was hurting.

"Do you know where they're keeping him?"

Kelly didn’t have to ask who he was. "Sector zero, but only scientist personnel can gain access to that sector. Or higher authorities like the General. You're banned to leave your quarter."

Cross grunted. "That's not going to stop me from rescuing my son."

Kelly nodded. "I understand, but you have to let your wound heal before you go on your suicide mission."

"It's been a week now, Kelly!" Cross snapped. "I can't wait much longer."

===

"General, you have an incoming call from the Councils. They wish an emergency meeting with you about Captain Cross's situation."

General Edwin was deep in thought when his Lieutenant Samson entered his office. The only words he got were 'emergency meeting'. Cross's situation, it’s been a week and now suddenly they want a conference? The General thought with annoyance. With a grunt, the General turned in his chair to the wide screen in front of him.

"Patch them through."

At his General signal, his Lieutenant Samson did as ordered. Edwin leaned back in his chair and grunted at the sight of the three Council men when they appeared on his screen. Noisy old farts, he thought with annoyance.

"General Edwin Cross," the middle one greeted, he was higher of the other two to his left and right. He was also a pain in the ass and always hated the General, for whatever reason, Edwin didn’t know why.

"Council-man Johnson, always a pleasure to see you, sir," Edwin lied smoothly. "I can assure you I have the situation with Captain Cross under control."

"That's not for you to decide, General," a cooled voice said, "harboring a Yautja is a serious offense, one that is even punishable by death."

The word death made the General stomach turned, but he didn't let any sign of emotions show on his face.

"The Yautja is a pup, I already place the subject in sector zero, the creature is heavily guarded by my most trusted men." The General informed, hoping to shift the subject of his daughter away from the council men. "The Yautja is albino, rare for its kind, but an abomination to their eyes. It was left to die on Earth."

The council men turn and mumbled to themselves, having the General shift nervously in his chair.

"And your daughter's punishment, General?" asked Council-man Johnson.

Edwin frowned, they addressed Akira as his daughter and not Captain. The shitty old farts, they wanted him to know that it was his daughter they were going to punish, not just another officer.

"Captain Cross already received ten lashes for the alien," he said coolly. "If you like for me to strip her of her title as well..."

"Let's not be so hasty now, General," Johnson interrupted with a smirk. "We have other plans for your daughter, Captain Cross."

Underneath the polished table, the General his fists clenched hard until his knuckles turned white. It would have been easy to stripped Akira of her title, only then can he keep a close eye on her.

"And what plan do you have for Captain Cross?" he managed to look bored while asking the question.

Edwin watched Johnson takes out a file and flipped it open. His gut tightened even more at the unknown danger for his only child.

"Three days ago we received a distress call from a Colony, fifteen miles from your area. We want Captain Cross and a small group of soldiers to go and help General Sage with the problem. We tried communicating with the Colony, but no answer." Johnson explained, looking through the file. "Captain Cross is to leave immediately tonight for the trip."

At the news, Edwin felt his jaw tic. A distress called from a Colony...no further communication when answered. The General knew the story well when a colony didn't answer.

It only meant one thing....

"Will that be all, council men?" he addressed each one with a hard glare.

Johnson sat back, obviously enjoying the anger behind the General's one eye.

"That will be all, for now, General Edwin," he smirked before ending communication.

As soon as the screen went black, the enraged General slammed his arm through the table, breaking it in half. His Lieutenant wisely stepped out of his General's way, watching him destroy what’s left of the table with just one fist alone. By the time he was done, the General didn't even break a sweat or blood.

"Those fuckers!" he roared.

For the first time in his life, Edwin felt helpless and scared, two emotions that didn't set well with him. With another curse, he slammed his fist into the plasma screen, wishing instead it was Johnson's head.

"Bring my men in here at once!" he growled at his second in command.

He saluted his General before rushing out the door. He only hoped the office will be in one piece when he returned.

===

Cross watched with interest as her father's men leave hastily from Sector Zero, leaving it unguarded. Was it a trap? Did they know she cornered a scientist and stolen his key-card before knocking him out?

No matter...

Watching the last guard to leave, Cross made sure the corridor were empty before approaching the Sector Zero door. Sliding the key-card in the control panel, the machine beeped and flashed a green light before sliding open for her. Rushing in, she slid the card one more time before setting it to lock and resetting the code number. Satisfied that no one can enter without her password; Cross strolled through the white lab quarter and went straight for the computer. Typing in the subject, Cross located what station level her son was in. Switching to the security camera, she sighed in relief when a video showed her son in a glass cell. He was sitting in the corner with his arms hugging his knees to his chest.

"I’m coming, Connor," she whispered to the screen before leaving.

It didn't take her long to find the station. Sliding in the key-card, Cross rushed in and locked it behind her. The scientists all shot out of their chairs at the sight of an enraged Cross. Without hesitation, she pointed her twin Bersa at the scientists, their hands shot up in the air without hesitation.

"Out!" she growled, ushering them out the door before locking the door and entering a new code. That should buy her some time.

"Mom!"

Cross's heart jump at the sound of her son's voice, her eyes swelled at the sight of him locked in that glass cell at the center of the room. Both his claw hands were pressed up against the glass, his mandibles lifted up into a version of his own smile. Strolling through the small room, Cross found the main computer and slid the card in before entering the code. The glass door hissed before opening up.

"Connor!" she sighed his name when he rushed into her arms. Despite his body resembling a five year old child, the strength in those arms told her a whole different story. But she didn't care; Cross didn't realize she missed her son so much.

"You came for me!" he trilled, his red eyes hue with love and respect for his mother.

Cross pulled back with a teasing smile. "Well if you were thinking I was going to abandon you, think again, little man. How many times do I gotta tell you you're my son and I will always be there for you?"

With a whimpered, Connor buried his face against her chest. "I cause you nothing but trouble and still you love me... You're the best mom in the universe!"

Her heart swelled, but now wasn’t the time to get emotional. Standing to her full height, Cross hostler one of her twin and withdrew her katana.

"We gotta go, son," she told him in a firm voice, letting him know about the danger coming.

His red eyes were wide with excitement and fear, but he gave her a firm nod.

They turned to leave but stopped.

Cross thrust her son behind her without hesitation, but he let out a cub-like roar, letting them know he wasn't afraid.

General Edwin and four of his men, including his second, stood calmly at the entrance. But what puzzled Cross was that none of them had their weapons out. In fact, it looked like they were waiting for something; she just wished she knew what.

General Edwin made a grunt noise, but his men took it as a message to leave, leaving the three of them alone.

Cross never lower her katana at her father's approached.

To shock her even further, her father calmly reached for a nearby chair and sat down. His head jerk to the two empty chairs in front of him.

"Put away that sword and have a seat," he ordered in a deadly calm voice.

Cross hesitated, but obeyed. Her son only gasps before Cross took him by the hand and walked toward her father. Keeping an eye on the General, Cross sat herself and her son across from the stony General.

"I have a proposal for you, Captain."

Cross frowned. "General Edwin never make proposal with the enemies."

His gray eye snapped in anger. "There's one thing my enemies didn't have."

Cross felt herself being torn between happiness and dread at her father's words.

Her father shook his head and closes his eye in weariness. For the first time ever her father looked his age. Even for a man in his late fifties, her father never looked this old...until today.

"I loved you...the best way I knew how," he explained, his voice lowed and weary. "Your mother, God rests her soul, passed away when you were only six. I didn't know what to do with a grieving child, so I did what I did best; I put you on training with me and my men. And in a matter of weeks you were hell bent on surpassing everyone in class. I was proud of you.”

Cross couldn't stop it if she wanted, her heart swelled with pride, knowing that her father loved her was one thing, but for him to be proud and admitted it, now where's the reply button to hear him say those words again.

Connor tensed when the General reached for something in his coat and brought out a small device. He recognized it as a recorder.

“The council-men have decided you're a further use to them.” General Edwin watched his daughter carefully before pushing play on the recorder. “I requested they sent me the message of the distress called before it got cut off.”

“We're in need of dire assistance, please this is an emergency! We’re being over taken by...”

A loud blood chilling scream, followed by an eerie piercing screeching before the communication went into a dead static.

Connor scraped back in his chair and let out a low hissed. Cross, on the other hand, frowned at the unknown sound. It didn't sound like any Yautja she knows.

“Sorry, General, but I'm not familiar with the creature at the end of the message.”

Holding the recorder in his hand, the General replayed the creature's screeching over and over again with a look of pure hatred.

“That thing you're hearing is called Xenomorph, but parasitic is what I like to called them,” he spat and turned his cold gray eye at Connor. “They’re worst then Yautja.”

Cross scowled, those things were more dangerous than the Yautja?

“They're roughly around seven feet tall with a large banana shape head and a muscular tail with a spear at the end. The drones serve their Queen and bring her hosts to use for her...babies. Hosts for their babies or food to eat, but that's not the worst part...their blood is made of acid, something you want to avoid when killing one up close.”

Her father went to the computer and brought up an image of the creature and its offspring. Beside her, Connor's body became tense, his claws digging into the leather of the chair.

“Their offspring's are just as dangerous as their adult. They're quick to latched on to your face and implant their embryo into your body. In a matter of hours they burst out of your chest, killing you instantly.”

“Of all my twenty-one years, General, how is it I've never came across one?”

The General let out a rare chuckle. “Simple, the Colony that called for the distress help is Colony 34, they're known to run illegal experiments, Xenomorph just happens to be one of them.”

“And why is it that no one’s stop them?” she demanded.

“Well, illegal to us, but not to the council-men and higher military. They want to control the Xenomorph like you would a dog,” he explained. “To control that type of army would make you unstoppable in any war. And to the reason why you never came across one...is because I will not allowed that filth into my Colony. I fought tooth and nail against the Councils and won. Most Colonies are infested with those things because their scientists want to experiment on them.”

Cross shuddered at the thought if one ever did manage to get into her Colony. Connor, sensing his mother's distress, rubbed his crown forehead against her arm and let out a soft purred. If her father heard, he didn't comment on it.

“What kind of mission is this, General?” Cross hated to asked, but deep inside she knew the answer.

Edwin turned away from the image on the computer and felt his throat tightening. The dreadful look in his daughter's eyes was enough to make his heart wrench.

Clearing his throat roughly, the General decided it was time to let him daughter know of her upcoming mission. “The councilmen assigned you and a small group of team to investigate Colony thirty-four....”

Cross already knew what was happening when her father played the recorder. She knew the mission involved her and from that one look in her father's eye, he didn't think she'll survive.

“I'm not leaving Connor...”

“Akira!”

Both Cross and Connor flinched at the bellow the General uttered, it was loud enough to shake the very walls. She watched wearily as her father stood up, towering over at seven foot eight.

“You don't think I don't know why you came here, it’s obvious you're trying to escape with this thing,” he waved a careless hand at Connor’s direction who growled in returned. “It will only get in your way. It will have to stay here.”

“No! I won't let you or your damn scientists run experiments on him!”

General Edwin growled low in his throat. “I did mention earlier about a proposal, Captain.”

“Yes, General,” Cross muttered.

“Listen good, I will only say once. Go on this mission, come back safe and I'll let you keep your pet.”

Cross's eyes widened in shock, beside her, Connor trilled his suspicious.

“But, if news come you're dead, then so will your pet,” he glared at a scowling Connor.

“I accept,” Cross stood up from her chair, Connor only whimpered.

“Mom, don't do this!” Connor instantly protests, his heart racing in fear for the safety of his mother.

Cross flashed her son a reassuring smile, her fingers playing with his dreadlocks. His purred vibrated down her arm, but the worried look in his eyes didn't fade.

“I promise I will return, baby,” she whispered, gently stroking his dreadlocks.

Connor shook his head, his throat letting out a small whimper. “I don’t want you to go…”

Sighing, Cross pulled back from her son’s embrace and held him back in arm’s length. “You mustn’t doubt me, Connor; you have to trust me to return to you.”

Stubbornly, the little Yautja shook his head.

She gave her son a stern look. “Connor, you truly believe I will fail in this mission?” she asked in a firm voice, “You see me as a failure who will return in a body bag?”

Connor breath hitched at the thought of seeing his mother’s body return to him. He truly wanted to believe her strong enough to survive this mission, but something in his gut was telling him she wouldn’t make it back. Looking into her purple eyes, Connor didn’t want to cower or beg his mother to stay with him. He knew if he did, he would dishonor her skills as a Captain. Especially with the General standing there, Connor has to force his emotion in check. Straightening his back, the little Yautja saluted his mother and Captain.

General Edwin was a man who rarely gets shocked. But seeing a Yautja salute his daughter almost made him stumble back in surprise.

“There is no one out there who can defeat you,” he trilled, his red eyes shooting glares in the General’s direction. “You will survive and return, your words is your honor.”

Cross couldn’t help but smiled at the warmth of her son’s words. Standing to her full height, Cross turned to her father and gave him a firm nod.

“I’m ready to leave for my mission, General.”

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