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Scar, Friend or Foe p.II	By : BlueBastard Category: M through R > Predator Views: 10003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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kingdomfantasyanime453: You know what they say… if you make a face too long it just might stay that way… J/K, thanks for the review.

Scar: No, No I think you’re on to something BlueBastard. *advances menacingly*

Lex: …What are you doing?

Scar: What does it look like? Defending myself. Did you read that review?

*counts off his fingers* Updates a good thing? And what’s this about annoying

me to death?

Rave: *jumps out from behind a random bush* Little Green Monster!!!

Scar: Aahhh! *is suddenly up a tree* What the hell was that?

Lex: *looks just as confused as Scar* Yeah, what was that about?

Jet: *high-fives Rave, grins at Scar and Lex* If you don’t know, we’re not telling.

A/N: Hey guys, wrote this first part of this chapter months ago. Seriously. Thanks for hanging in there boys and girls. Your reviews continue to amuse, surprise, and inspire me. Otherwise I woulda dropped this fic a long time ago.

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"I still have pie on me somewhere… I can smell it…" Rave muttered unhappily, flicking a lone speck from his shoulder.

"Yeah, that’ll keep you busy for a few cycles." Jet commented as she walked in from a connecting corridor.

"Would you like me to squish you under my boot, Jet? That won’t take a few cycles, I’m sure of it." The large, greenish-brownish Yautja growled.

"Won’t take a few cycles ‘cause it ain’t never gonna happen, sucker." Jet grinned.

"Woah!" Lex jumped in just as Rave was about to rush at the smaller black Yautja, Jet not making anything better as she crouched with arms wide, as though ready to fight, "I’ve had enough fighting for the day."

"One day, that little runt’s gonna get what’s coming to her!" Rave growled, one of his claws jabbing in the little female Yautja’s direction. Of course, by ‘runt’, she was still about a foot taller than Lex, but then again, Lex’s physiology was Ooman.

"Who you calling runt," Jet snarled back, clearly offended, "when you barely get any trophies with that big, fat head of yours!"

"No trophies…?" The green eyes of the larger warrior darkened as one of his mandibles twitched, "Big… fat head…?"

Feeling as though she were dealing with a situation that was about to hit the deep end, which it was, Lex laughed nervously as she explained, "Now Jet… I’m sure he didn’t mean it with the ‘runt’ thing and Rave… she probably didn’t mean it the way it sounded."

The only response she got, however, was a growl. Two growls, in fact.

She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get anything out, Jet was moving. In a flash, she had shoved the big brute to the ground, had a good laugh, and then was sprinting off down the corridor.

Lex looked just as stunned as Rave. It was no simple task to get the big warrior to the floor. A growl clicked out of his throat as soon as the Young Blood realized what happened. Slamming his fist on the ground, Rave got up and gave chase. Just as he turned the corner, Lex heard an angry roar burst from his throat.

Lex rolled her eyes. Those two.

Continuing down the passageway, the Ooman walked a leisurely pace. It seemed her day was looking up. It had been a whole hour and there hadn’t been any challenges or failed attempts at passes made at her. She even found herself humming as she admired the feral, curved and wicked designs of the ship’s interior.

"Some interesting company you keep… Ooman." The word was spat in disgust.

Lex paused, her own features twisting into a frown. Almost as if she had just stepped into a huge pile of shit.

The Healer Umtok was suddenly before her, his claws pressed together in front of his chest, ceremonial robes flowing freely to the ground. Lex didn’t even want to think how stuffy it must be wearing that all day.

"Good thing for both of us, you aren’t counted as one of them, isn’t it Umtok?" Lex snarled, moving to walk past him.

But the Healer blocked her way, his own gaze darkening as he growled, "You *will* address me with proper respects, Ooman."

"Right." Lex scoffed, folding her arms across her chest, "You first."

"What respect does a filthy Ooman require?" Umtok demanded.

"Hmm. I could say the same about yourself." Lex quipped, her stance becoming more rigid and relaxed simultaneously. Everything about the other just rubbed her the wrong way. He almost reminded her of the Weyland corporation piece of slime back on the Piper Maru. The one that had attempted to overpower her and bend her to his will.

Winston.

Just thinking of him deepened her irritation. Cowardly piece of-

Scratch that. Lex looked over the lean Healer, his disgusted expression, and the way he smelled. This guy was worse.

"How… dare you!" The Healer sputtered, his grip tightening on his staff.

"You should really consider getting a mint, Umtok. Or maybe better dental. It smells like something crawled in there, took a shit, and died." Lex commented, face wrinkling in disgust.

Pain shot through her as Healer Umtok suddenly grabbed her forearm harder than necessary. She had to give credit to the guy, even as her gaze darkened; he was faster than he looked.

"The fuck you think you’re doing?" She demanded slowly, unable to help the way the hairs in the back of her neck rose from the piece of slime touching her. Even his touch was clammy and uncomfortable.

"Do not think I do not know what game you are playing Pyode Amedha." his breath blew across her as he craned his neck closer, his gaunt form bending so she was graced with a closer look at his gray, skeletal features, "You may have fooled some of our Clansmen, C'jit even that foolhardy trio, but you do not. Fool. Me. You are a soft meat. A Pyode Amedha. You will NEVER be one of us."

To her dismay, his words pulsed deeply to her core. Anger and anguish battled within, keeping a stranglehold on any sharp retorts she could gave made in her defense.

Sensing a small grapple of victory, Umtok sneered, mandibles flexing closer to her turned cheek as he hissed, "You are a child... playing with fire. Pretending to be one of the people. A Yautja. You may dress like us. Walk like us. Talk like us. But still a quivering soft meat underneath the ruse. You are a fool not to think you will be burned."

Lip twitching, Lex gave a wordless snarl of her own, wrenching her arm from him as she took a step back, "I am no child."

She attempted to cover the hurt he had caused, the mental lashings that had struck her own doubts. But he had seen them. Had known from the start, and he clawed at them as he drawled viciously, "We live centuries, Ooman. Centuries. Our youngest see far past the years of the oldest living Pyode Amedha. You will forever be that, a child. How old do you think your Young Blood fools are?"

"None of that matters!" Lex said defiantly, though a tinge of uncertainty breached her growled tone.

"Does it not...?" Healer Umtok arched a brow ridge. Chortling, seeing the damage done, the Yautja turned to walk away.

Lex stood, fist clenched and trembling in her anger.

But the Healer was not done speaking. As his gray figure retreated down the darkened corridor, his voice echoed hauntingly, "You are playing a dangerous game, child. You will make a mistake. You will slip. The Black Warrior does not take kindly to pretenders or outsiders. He will come for you. And when he does... I will be there to watch you fall..."

Lex could barely breathe, she was so angry. If only she could punch that smug little smirk off his mandibles. Or better yet, just kill him altogether. But he had not challenged her. And she could not risk the tenuous hold she had in the Crescent Blood clan so far.

Shoulders tense, she forced herself to march the other way, wishing she could just sprint out of there as she heard Umtok's triumphant laughter, sliding chillingly down her spine.

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("Fuck!")

Lex cursed at no one, kicking a pebble just because it was there. She had stumbled on this sanctuary of alien vegetation. A piece of Eden amidst the hulk of sharpened metal and hull. While she wasn't in the mindset to enjoy the beauty of the peaceful garden, she was grateful for its seclusion and apparent disuse by the ship's population.

She needed to be alone.

Finding a pond in the middle of the forest, she kicked the turf, throwing another stone to shatter the calm surface, before cursing aloud again.

("What am I doing here?") Her native tongue constricted at her vocal chords. Had it really been that long?

Could she really belong in such a hostile place? Among a culture so barbaric and bloodthirsty as the Yautja?

Frustration welled like a damn inside, and surged forth down a twin stream of silent tears.

Stupid.

She had been so stupid.

Why didn't she just stay with the other survivors? Wait for rescue to come. Rescue in human form?

She was a goddamn mountain climber guide, for fuck's sake. The only thing that had died in her hands before that fateful day in the artic was her piece of trash jeep back home. And... her father...

Lex felt a fresh well of tears.

No.

She couldn't cry. Not because of a bastard like Umtok.

But still...

Could he be right?

Lex spun and slammed a fist into the trunk, splitting open knuckles that had already cracked and bled through good use throughout the day.

Letting out a pained cry, one not wrought from any external struggle, Lex thumped her forehead solidly against the offending tree, eyes shut tight.

("Was this a mistake...?") She whispered.

A shift in the clearing tore a gasp from her as Lex whirled to face whatever opponent came now.

She brushed away her tears harshly, fearing the uncharacteristic show of weakness they might bring. But what her brown gaze settled on was certainly not what she had expected.

A wizened old Yautja stood, skin a pale white, though darker than his eyes. His elongated skull was ridged in a ovular circle, graying dreads hanging heavily with circlets and other banded trinkets. A closed, tan cloak covered the rest of his form. He looked fit. Muscular despite his obvious age. Though from the way he stood, he looked tired.

He stared, unseeing, in her direction. But when those milky orbs found her, she felt as though they threatened to pierce her very soul.

He stood across from her, on the other side of the lake. Lex suddenly felt foolish for her reaction. He looked millennia old, but probably still good for a fight, if anything she's observed about their race stood true. You didn't live long if you couldn't protect yourself.

"Do you often harm plants in such a way Young Blood?" Her fear in his understanding her earlier rants was replaced by relief, before immediately switching to confusion.

She frowned, touching the mark on her cheek.

"How did you know-" She started to ask.

"I know many things, young one." He mused slowly, stilling her voice with a calm wave of his gnarled, yet sinewy, hand. His voice had a distinctly calming effect, as did his mere presence alone. She was sure he was blind, but his tone yielded no need for further explanation than that single sentence.

"I'm sorry," She gave a deep bow, feeling the unbidden need to, along with a surge of guilt, "I didn't realize someone else was here."

"It is often in such moments, that one can catch the true glimpse of another." His blind eyes twinkled, as though from a hidden joke.

Though still nervous, she felt a shy smile bubble forth at his open mirth. She had yet to glimpse another Yautja with something other than a frown marring their features.

"You're... not like the others." She stated, relieved. Though she immediately worried she might offend him.

The older Yautja merely shifted his weight to his other foot, brow ridges raised slightly, "I believe I could say the same of yourself?"

"Yeah... and I'm pretty sure you're not the only one thinkin' that." It came out more bitterly than she had intended. She turned away, scoffing to herself before leaning back against the trunk, eyes closed, face upturned to soak in the artificial sunlight. Great, she manages to meet one Yautja -a civilized one who doesn't want to kill or mate with her- and she tries to start a pity party. Like a spout that won't stop pouring the crap, she found her voice muttering, "And I... just may be starting to agree with 'em."

She heard, more than saw, the projectile whizzing through the air. Dropping to her ass, back still against the tree, Lex's eyes snapped open.

Had she been wrong then?

The blade hit the trunk far above her with a sharp thump.

Suddenly, the old geezer was right in front of her.

How had he gotten across the lake so-?

His booted foot raised to crush her where she sat. Eyes widening, Lex rolled to the side, stumbling backwards onto her feet as he pressed his attack. He was faster than she thought possible!

She blocked a swipe with her forearm, her very bones vibrating in the flash of pain at the impact. Old he may be, but he was still wired thoroughly with muscles of steel and a tough leathery hide of iron. As his arm had shot out at her from under his cloak, she had caught a glimpse of intricate battle armor that made everyone else's she had seen so far look seriously lacking.

Her brown eyes flashed up at his blind whites, her voice stumbling as well, "W-who are you?"

His mandibles twisted in a smirk. But he did not answer.

Lex ducked under another blow, backing up as she said sternly, "I will not fight you."

She had no beef with him. Even now she felt no ounce of malice in his attack. Why was he-?

"Then you will die, Ooman." His voice held such certainty, such weight.

Fear spiked down her spine.

She was outmatched. This much she knew. And unarmed.

He couldn't possibly mean-

Pain blossomed as a booted foot clipped her shoulder as she frantically tried to dodge to the side. She spun violently through the air before crashing loudly into another three, barely catching herself with her arms to stop a wicked face-plant that would've broken her nose at the bare minimum. Though that didn't stop the breath being knocked out of her. She tasted copper.

Her own blood.

"Perhaps..." His voice trilled, his steps measured as he came up behind her for the final blow, "...they were right after all..."

Lex's eyes narrowed. What was she doing? The Kiande Amedha. The Queen. Ragtok. The numerous challengers.

What?

A few spiteful words from a manipulative healer, and all of a sudden she was a pitiful, self-doubting weakling?

Lex's fist clenched against the trunk. She wasn't weak. They weren't right.

She heard another step.

They... were not... right!

Lex found herself suddenly horizontal as she ran up the side of the tree a few steps above head level, the breeze from his razor sharp blades piercing the air directly below her. Launching herself from the trunk, she took off at a sprint as soon as she hit ground behind the attacking warrior.

She couldn't fight him based on brute strength alone. She would lose. Most definitely.

She needed the upper hand. And she darted towards the tree by the lakeside to get it.

The Yautja gave a short growl as he watched her in what he thought was a full on retreat.

Which was fine by Lex. Misdirection could easily be her ally in this. She heard him swiftly following. Swiftly gaining.

She was so close. But he was right there.

Lex leaped as she turned at the tree, praying as she rose in the air that this was the right one. Her fingertips met a handle and she could've gushed with relief. Except there was a two ton behemoth breathing down her neck. Keeping her grip loose, Lex used her momentum as she swung her legs, swinging upwards like the embedded weapon was a parallel bar and she a gymnast.

At the apex of her swing -feet above her head, and time slowing as she looked to be doing a handstand on the hilt- she saw the spear meant to gut her from behind slide past below her fingertips. A headshot.

A killshot.

This Yautja meant serious business. He couldn't stop his speed as he followed the path of the spear, maw gaping as he shot a surprised look up at her.

The old geezer had never expected-

Then gravity took over and Lex swung back down the other side, completing her one-handed acrobatics with a powerful kick to the cloaked back of the Yautja running past.

Her legs were on fire from another bone-jarring contact with his powerhouse body, but Lex deliberately followed through, wrenching the blade free of the tree as she landed none-too-softly on his back, shadowing closely the arc if his fall.

She quickly pressed the blade to the back of his neck as he attempted to rise.

"I don't wanna fight you. But I swear I'll kill you if I have to." Lex snarled, her own foot pressing down on his back.

She started when his chest shook, expecting another attack. It took her a moment to piece together that the older Yautja was... laughing.

His voice rumbled, "Good, Young Blood. Now take a look at the weapon I have given you."

Lex blinked, completely taken aback.

"Gave me? But I- you didn't... I had to- y-you tried to... Wait-what?" She spluttered nonsensically.

"It is not long enough to be an Al-Nagara, yet two Noks... almost too big for a Da'dtou-di. Perhaps a H'sai-de? " He continued musing as though she didn't currently have him flat on the ground, face-first. He didn't even acknowledge her confused tangent, merely trilling, "But it should be perfect for you, Young Blood. Do you recognize it yet, little one?"

"Uhh..." Lex tilted the blade, lifting it slightly from the back of his neck as she did so.

Mistake.

Big mistake.

In a whirl of cloaks, a pain in her rear, and a sore wrist, Lex found herself disarmed, down on her ass, with her liberated blade pointing down at her own throat.

Blinking, she ran her widened brown gaze up the weapon, up the arm that held it, then finally up to those mischievous white orbs staring right back down at her. She swallowed, feeling the sharp edge scrape the skin of her throat.

Her eyes flashed.

What was he waiting for?

Something in her defiant look must've pleased him, for he started chuckling again. He lowered the weapon, point downwards, away for her to inspect.

"Well?" He clicked.

Eyes narrowed in suspicion, Lex flicked her gaze to the blade and back at the Yautja, before she suddenly found her full attention drawn to the weapon. Wait a minute...

She didn't know how, but it seemed familiar...

The icy white gleam winked down at her, the blade carved into wicked points that had a distinctly flame quality to it. But she didn't own anything... like-

Wait.

The ebony around the hilt sent a fleeting image through her mind against the luminescent white. Teeth. Saliva. Darkness. And pain.

Kiande Amedha.

No way...

But it was the same size. A little more than two feet in length. A different shape, yea, but the color...

And the veil of danger emanating from its bony core...

"The Queen's talon?" Lex finally tore her eyes from the blade, standing slowly as she met his blind gaze.

The old Yautja grunted his approval, "Your trophy, Young Blood."

Standing, she was at eye level with the middle of his torso. But she was not afraid. If he had wanted her dead, she would be. She was merely confused.

He took in her fearless stance with another grunt of approval, as he balanced the blade out to her in one fist, "And the token of your honorary entrance to the Crescent Blood clan, should you so desire it, Ooman."

She felt the turmoil return like a whirlwind inside. She had never been asked... TRULY asked... until now. And she had never been so unsure. What if Ragtok, the bony Healer, and all the rest of the Clansmen were right in doubting her.

She almost heard the frown deepen on the brow of the Yautja before her, mandibles stilling.

But then Lex's wavering resolve strengthened. Her eyes hardened.

To hell with what they think. She didn't bust her ass in the pyramid for them. Didn't get out of the sinking ship for their leathery hides. Didn't fight with all she had to win their respect. She fought for herself. For those close to her. For those that mattered.

Lex clasped her hand firmly around the blade, just below where the Yautja's massive paw encircled it. She tried to pull, but he didn't relinquish his hold. Rather, he tightened his grip. Jaw clenching, she did as well.

"Is this truly what you want, Pyode Amedha?" He growled, eyes striking her once more.

The blade trembled between them. The edges cut into their palms. Crimson rivulets of red and sluggish drips of green mingled down the pure white surface.

He searched her for the smallest conflict, the barest hint of uncertainty.

The blade bit angrily into her palm, deeper with each passing moment. The sting was unbearable.

Lex didn't even flinch.

"Yes." She hissed.

Nodding once, he finally let go, leaving the blade suspended in her steady grasp.

She took in the sight of its deadly surface, now drenched in the blood of her and the stranger before her. When her gaze locked with his once more, she felt a surge of relief sweep through her.

He was... smiling?

A weight felt lifted.

Had she passed some sort of test? Unspoken, yet felt more heavily burdened than the weight of the Queen on her shoulders.

"It is named Zazin. It will balance you. Help you find your center." He murmured calmly, watching as Lex admired the weapon closely.

She placed the padded hilt in her unbroken palm, bleeding hand tracing the edges almost reverently. Whoever made the weapon had taken such precision and care to forge the blade.

"Who crafted this blade?" Lex nearly whispered, her tone grateful.

He watched her for a few moments more, before purring, "...I did."

Lex's eyes shot up at the warrior once more. He just would never cease to surprise her.

"Your Pyode hands are not as tough as our own, so I took liberties in stripping some Kainde Amedha hide from my own collection to bind around the hilt." His white gaze, amused once more, watched her.

"I..." Lex started to say, but paused. Speechless.

Her reaction seemed thanks enough, his eyes twinkling as he turned to walk away. He had seen so much death, so much fights and quarrels out of stubborn pride. Useless deaths. It was refreshing to see a new face. A new perspective. Such new potential.

"Wait!" Lex called out, "I don't even know your name."

But he kept walking into the brush, parting words thrown over his shoulder like a lifeline, "Names are of no importance. Know only this, young one, m-di h'dlak. No fear. Conquer that, and you will have a place among us."

Lex blinked, looking down at the Zazin. She repeated to herself, "...m-di h'dlak..."

"Ah, and Young Blood?" He had paused to turn, only his eyes visible from the depths of the brush. When Lex glanced up at him, he continued, "You are the only one that can answer your previous inquiry. Though I can only hope the answer is a favorable one. Mistakes have a way of inviting Cetanu, the Black Hunter, to your doorstep."

Lex nodded grimly, as those white eyes disappeared into the humid foliage.

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A/N: Long time coming right? This Fic is one of my babies. No way I'd abandon it. Though that was one freakin' long writer's block. Next installment won't be too long in coming.

c'jit =Expletive

m-di h'dlak =No fear

Cetanu =God of Death

Da'dtou-di =Little knife

H'sai-de =A scythe-like sword

al'Nagara =Longsword

nok =Unit of measurement (equivalent to 13 inches)

zazin =Completely centred/Within oneself

Got these translation from the net. Just realized I've been spelling Kainde sometimes instead of Kiande. My bad.
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