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The Fighting Irish: To Hell and Back, With Love	By : girlyhero Category: M through R > Predator Views: 3343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mhrende had only piloted the ship once. As a Hunter, he was required to know how to pilot a ship, and Naranarti honored him by teaching him with his ship. His concern was lifting it through the canopy and landing it in the canyon. Leaving and redocking in a hanger was simple; a flat plain with markers to lead him. A mess of trees and granite masses jutting out of the earth were a new issue.

There was a blinking light on the communications dashboard indicating incoming messages. Mhrende was certain it would distract him, so he opened the files. They were from the Matron S'esutuhn and the Elder leader Nanaiyude. They demanded confirmation of the enemy clan and were concerned about the group, the ship, and the contents of its systems. Mhrende thought about the possibility they might destroy the ship before it fell into the wrong hands and sent his own message regarding the ship, the Hish Clan, and Naranarti's well-being. He hoped they wouldn't send another message less he be distracted, crash the ship, then get his arms ripped off by Naranarti and beaten to death with them.

Leaving the canopy wasn't so difficult, but when he turned the ship east, he heard branches scratching the bottom. "Pauk mei'takei. I really hope this thing has xerbidium all around the hull..."
*****

Naranarti emerged from the water in a quick motion. He looked around for any heat signatures, his wristblades extended. A small heat bloom lit the opening of the cave. A single human body was hanging upside-down by a rope and hook shoved into the rock facing. He scanned it as he cautiously approached. First off, it was not Jess'si'deinz. The corpse was Rin'na, a large hole burned through the chest and a slice upwards (for good measure on Ulij's part), organs exposed and falling along her neck to the stone below. Neither the hook and rope nor the body had any connection to traps. He sighed a low growl and slowly entered the cave, his arm relaxing and the wristblades receding into the gauntlet.

The light sobbing he had become familiar with echoed up the cave corridor. The blue light of the lamps illuminated, and his sights adjusted. In the room, what was once the safe-house, Ulij stood leaning against the far wall. Below him, Jesse laid prostrate digging into the sand and dirt with her fingers, Ulij's foot pressing over her back. He rocked his foot backwards, and the exposed pastern claw on the heel would puncture the skin making her wince and cry more; he had done this several times by the appearance of over a dozen red dots on her shirt. She was wearing the mask he'd given her. When she moved her head, he assumed the motion sensor in it had picked him up.

"N-Nara," she said in a weak voice. She yelped in pain when Ulij pressed her harder.

"I was wondering when you were going to return," Ulij said. Jesse's helmet translated as she listened. "It was only best guess that you'd return for the Ooman." He stressed the word as he lifted his foot and stepped forward approaching Naranarti. He inspected the Yautja. He was soaked but unharmed by the cold waters-- amazing to Ulij and gave him a nervous itch in the back of his mind. His plasma castor was not hooked up properly, putting him at ease, however. His wristblades were intact. All he would have to do was make a convincing plea for Jehdin/Jehdin, and the Arbitrator would fall to his death swiftly. He felt clever and grinned under the mask.

"Or did you simply want your revenge?" He continued. "There is nothing more in this Universe I want than to fight you, hand-to-hand. It was truly a feat I did not expect when you attacked me in the camp."

Naranarti had been standing very still doing some of his own inspection. On one side of his helmet scrolled Jesse's vital signs. She was fine with minor cuts and bruises. A strange slice near her buttocks had caught his attention. She was armed, and during her struggle, the blade must have pressed against her skin too hard. He could detect the metal hiding under her garments, apparently missed by the dumb Hish. The rest of his visual was dedicated to the deceptive Ulij. Indeed, he was both dumb and deceptive, thinking Naranarti wouldn't notice the sharp point of a dagger-- organic material only detected as a foreign shape-- hanging just behind his thigh. It didn't matter; he wouldn't have given him the honor of Jehdin/Jehdin either way.

Naranarti physically moved his head to look at Jesse. She had cocked her head back to look up at them. Her feet and hands were pressed onto the ground to push herself up at the right moment (whenever that would be). His scanner zoomed in and pulled the image of her murky, green eyes through her visor, tears falling from them. He could feel the anger thickening like his blood, wrapping itself around his arms and shoulders. He pulled his plasma castor from his shoulder and let it dangle loosely in his claws, as though he really were giving thought to Ulij's requested proposal.

"So, what do you say, Arbitrator?"

Naranarti looked up at Ulij. His mandibles flared under his mask followed by a low violent hiss. "Hell no!" He dropped the plasma castor and lifted his arm. He fired poisonous darts one after the other from his gauntlet, cutting the air in half. Ulij, however, dodged the shots and tumbled to the ground unscathed and still moving, the darts making home in the rock.

Ulij rolled to his feet. He reached behind his back and grasped the dagger. "And you call me honorless?!"

Naranarti lowered his arm. In this close space, he did not want to risk hitting Jesse with the darts with anymore shots-- he did not know what the neurotoxin would do to her. He flexed his other arm and extended the wristblades. "You are honorless. Like you said, I am an Arbitrator. No matter what I do, no matter how I kill you, I am always with honor. And you never intended unarmed combat!"

"You caught me," Ulij replied with a hiss. He launched forward and went to slash at Naranarti's throat, feinting a blow to the chest. It was an easy move and just as easy to predict. Naranarti blocked the knife with his own blades and slammed a fist into Ulij's side. It didn't knock Ulij off balance though, and they both hit the wall. Naranarti pushed Ulij off him and tried to sink his blades into the Hish's neck. Ulij grabbed hold of Naranarti's bladed-wrist and pulled it away from his body. "Fuck you! Fuck your honor, your gods, your dried-up rites and rituals! You Yautja are all the same-- inferior, hiding behind lies and myths! Fuck all of you!"

Naranarti ripped the helmet off of Ulij and head-butted him, xerbidium to skull. "You think we are inferior?!" The loud crack echoed, and Naranarti watched as Ulij stumbled backwards. "Oomans have superiority over the Hish!"

As Ulij neared Jesse, she pushed herself up, grabbed the dagger from inside her jeans, and slashed Ulij behind one of his knees. Ulij let out a roar of pain. Naranarti took a running jump and tackled Ulij to the ground. "Run Jess'si!" He didn't pronounce her full name, but he was certain given the current situation, she wouldn't hold it against him. He knew Oomans were intimate about naming, and later he would boast with pride and delight that she shortened his name with endearment (or so he was hoping), but now was no time to muse on such things. Later, after he killed this one. The thought process was only a nano second, but it was enough time for Ulji to see an opening. He drove his good knee into Naranarti's solarplexus making him choke for air.

Jesse ran to the exit. She had turned back to see Ulij knee Naranarti. She gasped and restarted her escape. She didn't pay attention to where she was heading, she only headed towards the increasing amount of light the mask was feeding her. At the sight of the orange and green heat signature of Rina's corpse, she skid to a halt and edged around it. A wailing cry escaped her throat as she saw the intestines slipping along the rocks. She rushed down and through the waterfall, her body welcoming the cold rush of water. Emerging from the pummeling water, she saw and heard the strange ship entering gingerly into the canyon.

In the cockpit, Mhrende saw Jesse on the ground flailing her arms. She was alone but wearing the mask. He pressed the communicator and translator simultaneously. "Where is Naranarti?"

"He's in there! He's fighting the other one!" Jesse strained to read the message and strained even more to speak her own language. Her body felt like it would melt in the sun, stressed and tired.

"Stay there until I land," Mhrende replied.

As Mhrende's last message ended, a loud and earth shaking roar echoed out of the cave, loud enough to be heard over the combined noise from the waterfall and starship. Jesse looked towards the cavern entrance. She could not be certain which of them had made the horrific cry, but something told her it was Naranarti. With a last glance at the ship, she took up the dart gun from the banks and ran back into the cave.

Naranarti and Ulij twisted about a few times, lashing at each other with knives and claws. Ulij lifted his leg to kick Naranarti, but the Arbitrator slashed at him, slicing open the thigh and knicking his abdomen just above his belt. Ulij growled at the pain, then leaned forward, a hand on the Yautja's forehead pushing back, mandibles wide open and latched onto Naranarti's craned neck. The mandible tusks punctured around the windpipe but luckily missed major arteries. The pain, though, was nearly unbearable, and Naranarti screamed the ache and blood, a small gargle in the end from a wound in the esophagus caused by Ulij's inner teeth. Naranarti reached up and shoved his wristblades into Ulij's shoulder. He missed the heart, but Ulij released his neck to let out his own scream.

Jesse turned the corner of the cavern corridor. The room was covered in blood, bright and red-violet from the infrared. She pointed the gun towards the two and tried to decipher which one was which through heat signature. Both were burning hot, but the one wrestling on top was the largest. He had just pulled away and was screaming from a wound in the shoulder. When she saw the wristblades pull away from the shoulder, she had confirmed her mark, knowing only Naranarti had been wearing them. She aimed and pulled at the trigger. Pain shot through her wrist from the strain. It felt like she were attempting to crush solid granite into sand with her hands. Finally, the gun fired a single shot. It hit Ulij in the bicep.

Another pain got Ulij's attention. He hissed and looked over at Jesse. He screamed at her the equivalent of "bitch" and started making his way to her, giving Naranarti a good slam into the rock.

Jesse pulled the trigger one more time. A mild snapping sound initiated the extreme pain in her wrist, and she screamed. So did Ulij, but not so much. The second dart landed inside the right opening of his mouth, ripping open the skin between mandibles. He clutched his face, but his arms fell and then so did his body. He thrashed and kicked until his muscles stopped violently convulsing.

Naranarti leaned up and clutched the back of his head. He felt blood and the dizziness of renewed concussion from earlier. He glanced over at Jesse. She had dropped the dart gun and was clutching her arm. He tried to maneuver his mandibles to scan and see what had happened to her but couldn't manage. Movement from Ulij caught both of their attention. He moved his arms together and started tapping the console of his gauntlet. He let his arms fall as a loud beeping emitted from the gauntlet. Naranarti's eyes widened. He knew the sound. You don't forget that sound...

Naranarti hissed and stumbled forward only to slam onto his chest, his sight blurring.

"If I die," Ulij hissed having some trouble speaking, "So... will you mod'der paukers." A low trill rattled from his throat.

The gauntlet had a series of symbols blinking on it in sync with the beeps. It didn't take much for Jesse to see it was a bomb of some sort. "Oh-oh-oh-oh fuck no!!" She had a hunch she could simply break the device and stop the bomb, but smashing it was not how. Jesse grabbed her blade and slid along the rock on her shins. Stopping at the twitching arm with the beeping gauntlet, she brought the knife up then back down with all her weight, blade held like a sword. Sparks flew as the xerbidium blade severed the tech and bone, the blood gushing like a small fountain. Ulij screamed in a pitch similar to that of Seliklei's.

The bomb didn't blow up and the beeps stopped. Jesse scooted backwards until her back slammed against the wall. Her chest heaved with every breath, adrenaline rushing at such a strong and even flow she had forgotten her wrist was cracked.

Naranarti reached for the rock wall and used it to steady himself to stand. Jesse saw him and ran to his side. She reached under his arm and helped steady his other side; she was very aware of her wounded wrist after doing this. Naranarti regained control of his equilibrium. He pushed off the wall and slowly pulled away from Jesse. "Is fine," he told her. He was already embarrassed he couldn't do a better job taking care of her; he was much more embarrassed he had to use her to stand on his own. He ignored the awkwardness and focused on his vengeance and duties as an Arbitrator.

Naranarti extended his wristblades. He would have a Hish skull on his trophy wall. "Ulij," he addressed the wheezing and now fully paralyzed Hish, "Hunter of the Hish clan Ress'ys. For crimes against the Yautja and the great truce for hunting grounds, you have been deemed unworthy of this life." Naranarti stepped onto Ulij's chest and raised his blades. "Now, you die."

Ulij wasn't certain if it was a hallucination from the neurotoxins or an omen of his afterlife, but as he stared up at the being standing on him, he saw the dark figure of what he could only call Cetanu, Death. He heard Naranarti's voice come from him, though. "Ar-Arbitrator...?"

"You damn right."

Shiiink.
*****

Mhrende ran into the cave, a large burner about the length of his arm charged and ready. He stopped short of the room opening and aimed the burner around the corner. He looked about and saw Naranarti stepping away from the decapitated Hish to the shaking Jess'si'deinz. She reached up and pulled off the helmet. Her face was hot, flushed and wet from sweat and tears. Naranarti took notice of Mhrende and lolled his head to the side to view him.

Jesse watched Mhrende lower his gun and step forward to inspect Ulij's body, chirping and making excited growls between words. She looked back up at Naranarti pressing her wrist against her chest. The puncture wounds on her back were cooling down as blood dried and the cotton fabric stuck to her skin. Her footsteps were heavy, but she moved to close the space between them. She buried her head against the bare spot of his solarplexus, getting an idea of how small she was compared to him. The blood from his neck leaked down his armor and smelled like ocean water and lead.

Naranarti was not expecting her to come into such intimate contact and wasn't certain of what to do. What he did finally see was how bad her wrist was and the dozen or so of mares on her back. He looked over at Mhrende and interrupted his excitement. "Gather everything including his head and his severed hand and put it on the ship. Dispose of the rest of him. I will be in the medical-lab."

Mhrende looked at him and saw how his instructor wavered. He wasn't certain how he should show his concern, if he should at all. He also didn't want to undermine him. "Should I follow you first, just in case...?"

"No," he replied. "Do as I say and with haste."

"Yes, Naranarti," Mhrende said quickly and darted to gather the odds and ends, doing his best to look busy while observing Naranarti, still with concern for him.

Jesse had closed her eyes as Naranarti started speaking, relaxing to the soft and low sounds from his chest. He knelt and reached a hand around the top of her shoulders and under her knees. In one motion he'd gently picked her off the ground and was holding her in a similar manner as he had before. She wrapped her good arm around his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder. It was all over. She was finally going...

Somewhere.
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