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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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A/N: Wow, glad to see you guys hangin' in there. Kudos. I'm glad to see the old guy is a hit. Get ready for another new appearance and some old in this chapter.

Also, if anyone's interested in YouTube vids of this pairing, check out "Lex's Extraterrestrial" by IrishNeko, or "Scar x Lex - Happy Together.wmv" by illomara888.

P.S. Your reviews entertain me

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That's it. Lex looked dumbly around her once more.

She wasn't, really.

But then again, who knew how big the ship was. The size of a football stadium or five? Maybe half a planet.

Crap.

It was true.

She was lost.

She tried looking at the markings. The colors. Anything.

All she really found significant were the lining of colors along the borders of the walls. The names she could care less about. What was the significance of something called Shadow's Mercy when the meaning flew right over her head?

For the past hour she'd been in what was the orange district, but the further she walked, the more the lights shifted towards red. The natural low-light settings of the corridor made the border colors hard to miss.

So... the red district then?

Aw hell, Lex had no clue.

Even if she wanted to, she doubted she could just ask directions. She hadn't even bumped into another soul for more than an hour.

Which is why, when she spotted a person, she decided fuck it and called out to them.

"Excuse me! Hello? I'm kinda lost and- hey! Where are you going!"

His appearance was rough, hair tangled and greasy-looking. When she had first shouted, he had turned slightly. Then when he caught sight of her, his dejected posture straightened immediately, as if he were physically struck.

Then the Yautja started running.

"Hey!" Lex followed at a sprint, watching as the Predator disappeared around a corner, "I'm not done talking to you!"

But when she rounded that bend she was physically floored. It was like an underground metropolis. Except ridden down. Shacks and unkept buildings riddled alleyways and trash-filled streets. Lights flickered from boarded up windows and the stench of despair filled the bustling silence.

It reminded her of the slums back on earth, where society placed those they deemed unfit to contribute.

Buildings spiraled up into darkness, the ceiling too high to make out in the cavernous opening.

There was a sense of wrongness in this place. But what choice did Lex have? With a stretched breath, she took a step forward.

Yuatja of all types, none wearing much armor or garments more than tattered rags, would catch sight of her and disperse. Scattering as far from her as they could. As nerve-wracking as it was, it was starting to piss Lex the hell off.

When a pile of dirty cargo boxes next to her spoke, she jumped at the chance.

"You don't belong here..." A voice rasped in the darkness.

Lex stood rigid before the speaker, keeping herself between his only escape route. Not that it mattered. He didn't look too interested in scampering away as the others had.

"Why? 'Cause I'm an Ooman?" She demanded harshly, arms crossed over her chest.

"What? No." The Yautja snorted, his black eyes level with her own, though he was slouched on the ground.

"Because I'm female?" Her eyes narrowed.

His eyes roamed over her form, taking in the netting and her green two-piece attire. She had good form, her muscles proportionate with her frame without being too much. Slender, but powerful.

"Tasteful..." He purred, getting a bristled Lex in response, before he growled, "But no. Are you blind? You are Blooded, though still freshly marked. This is no place for you."

Lex blinked, watching the dark blue-skinned warrior, black stripes expanding on the outer edges of his form, as well as deepening the darkness around his eyes. Unlike the others in this part, he seemed pretty hygienic. He also seemed enormous, probably in the league of Rave and Ragtok.

But the reason she began to get wary was because his ire seemed to be rising.

"And...?" Lex asked cautiously, feeling she should already know the answer.

"Must I spell it out for you? This is the slums, little girl. No place for females such as yourself. No place for Young Bloods. And definitely no place for warriors with their HONOR intact!" By the end of his rant, the blue warrior was towering over her on his feet, lifeless eyes filled with a spark from his frustration. One claw was shoved in her direction, dangerously close to her face.

Lex felt her danger meter rise along with his muscular form. But she stubbornly stood her ground. She shoved her fear back down her throat, remembering the words of the old stranger from before. She would earn her way. What other path was there?

His huge form heaved with deep breaths, looking to all the world as though a battle raged inside him. It had nothing, and everything, to do with Lex. His muscles quivered, as though he could snap at any moment. Lex simply raised her chin and looked him square in the eye, her hand snaking secretly to the Queen's Talon blade hooked through her belt. Until a proper sheath was made, it would have to do.

"You feel no fear...?" His eyes narrowed, his fist lowering -clenched- down at his side.

Her fingers rested on her hip, millimeters from her blade. It was a risk, since it would cost her a split second to grab it should he attack, but she forced an unnatural calm on her standing form as she growled, "No." He didn't look as though he believed her, so she added a more vehement statement, "Never."

Black eyes narrowing, thick dreads swinging slowly, he took a step closer. Whatever space was between them was now nonexistent.

"Not even now...?" He clicked deeply, the Ooman little higher than his waist. If he wanted, all he had to do was reach his huge paw forward and snap her neck like a twig. Or even just pummel her to paste. He knew this. She must know as well.

But her slender form remained defiant, her eyes flashing. She crouched slightly, widening her stance as she boldly placed her hand on the hilt of the Zazin. "Not. Even. Now."

He clicked lowly, crouching to glare at her dead in the eye. He let loose a short roar, mandibles flaring. The mere force of it sent her hair whipping behind her. Her heart beat rapidly, but she barely flinched. It wasn't until he grabbed her jaw that she made a move. The Zazin was an inch from his jugular, Lex caught in his solid grip, but still able to snarl, "I wouldn't do that, if I were you..."

Eyes flicking to hers, the large Yautja merely tilted her head to the side, his huge hand engulfing the entirety of her jaw and neck, and then some. But it wasn't constricting. He was merely... inspecting the mark on her left cheek.

His breath trickled slowly across her rigid features. She didn't lower the blade, even as he pulled back with an amused trill, clicking deeply, "I can see why they did it. You are small, but your warrior heart burns strong."

"Uh.... Thanks..." Lex replied slowly, finally lowering her blade as the Yautja settled against a broken crate off a few steps to the side.

She didn't know what to make of him.

And apparently, neither could he.

He leaned against the rusted metal crate as he continued inspecting, taking his time as though he had nothing but.

Unlike most the others, he still had a good amount of armor. And they didn't look too worn down or as though he had patched them together from spares. He didn't look downtrodden like the rest in the slums, either. His spirit, while low, was not quite broken.

Lex frowned as she observed quietly, "You do not belong here either..."

He started at that, mandibles growing slack as his eyes widened slightly. That was definitely the last thing he had ever expected to come out of her mouth. Or out of any other.

Glad to have provoked a reaction other than anger, she grinned, which made the other blink.

Then suddenly there were booted footsteps coming up behind her.

"Alexa?" The questioning trill echoed in the hollow alley.

Lex could've groaned aloud, but she was sure her face said it all, from the amused snort coming from the blue Yautja's direction. There was only one person who called her by that, and the clicking tones was familiar as well.

Schooling her features before she turned, she was surprised to see the orange warrior so close behind her, Combistick drawn and elongated. Her answer died in her throat as her voice decided that now was a perfect time to trip over itself. The new Yautja pushed past her, weapon held out aggressively as he snarled, "Az'rhuk, what business do you have with this Young Blood?"

The blue warrior's mandibles twitched before he turned his gaze elsewhere, rasping mockingly, "None. *Honored* Warrior Dalantu. She ran into me."

"Pay her the proper respects, honor-less scum!" Dalantu roared, weapon raised.

"Stop this!" Lex declared, deftly placing herself between the two. The Combistick was quickly averted, point glancing sharply against the ground. Lex continued, "What he says is true. I'm the one that sought him out."

"But..." Dalantu looked flabbergasted, not sure what in Hunter's Moon inspired the girl to be so daft, "He is without honor. Undergoing punishment. Why would you want-"

"What has he done?" Lex demanded. There was no way Az'rhuk deserved this. Not from the brief glimpse she had of him so far.

Before Dalantu could answer, Az'rhuk himself spoke up behind Lex, "No he is right, Blooded Warrior Alexa. I should have paid you the proper respects."

Lex whipped around to look at the blue warrior, disbelief filling her brown gaze. But Az'rhuk gave the barest shrug. What could she do? It was law. It was bound by the most reverent ideal in their society. Honor. It did not bend on a whim, even for warriors such as Az'rhuk.

Nodding in satisfaction, Dalantu turned all his attention to the Ooman. He placed a large hand at the small of her back, "Come, you are obviously lost. I shall redirect you to where it is you want to go."

Seeing grimly that she didn't have much of a choice in the matter, Lex sighed and nodded, reattaching the Zazin to her belt as he put away his Combistick. He didn't seem the type to budge on letting her stay in a place so vacant of... well, honor.

She gave a brief farewell grin in Az'rhuk's direction, only to see him considering her with a tilted cock of his head.

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"What do you mean, you don't know where she is?" Scar growled, facing the larger Yautja with growing anger.

"What am I, the Ooman's keeper?" Rave snapped. It wasn't too often that the other got this upset at him, but he found himself getting annoyed. He took a step closer to the yellowish-greenish colored Yaujta, a growl on his mandibles.

Scar took a step forward as well, not intimidated at all by his childhood friend, despite his massive bulk. Rave wasn't in a mood to be messed with, but neither was Scar.

He grabbed the straps that crisscrossed Rave's barrel chest, yanking the other closer to eye level as he growled, "She is an Ooman, freshly joined in the clan. Hasn't stopped receiving challenges since she got here. Now has to deal with suitors on top of that. And you. Just. Leave her. ALONE?"

Rave's growing ire extinguished itself as Scar's point became clear. He straightened his posture as Scar released his hold, scratching his head sheepishly, "I guess... but what are you so worried about Scar? We both know she can handle herself in a fight."

"Yeah, but there are some Yaujta I just don't trust around her..." Scar clicked irritably, glaring off to the side.

"Like Dalantu?" Jet piped up.

"Hey where did you-" Rave growled.

Ignoring Rave's outburst at her sudden appearance, Scar clicked harshly, "I was speaking of Ragtok. Why would Dalantu be of any concern to me?"

Rave and Jet shared a look.

Then both retorted simultaneously.

"Really?" Jet deadpanned.

"You're shitting me." Rave trilled incredulously.

Scar blinked, looking at the both of them as if they had personally stolen his trophies.

"Paya what is wrong with you two?" Scar grumbled.

So what if he didn't like Dalantu from the moment he met the guy? The fact that he had questioned Scar speaking for Lex was simply... unacceptable.

Although when he had seen her the first time in her new outfit...

Her slender waist...

Lean thighs...

Skin that looked smooth to the touch...

"Well, I guess if you're not threatened by him, then it wouldn't bother you to know I saw the two of them heading to the mess hall to eat." Jet rambled in a drawl, shooting him a look as she added, "You know, together."

Scar stiffened, visibly forcing a growl from leaving his throat. But he reigned in his reaction to slam his fist into anything -preferably Dalantu's face- as he felt both their eyes watching him.

He imagined what the Ooman and the Honored Warrior would be doing. Eating together.

Scar's brow twitched.

Laughing?

His mandibles flexed minutely.

...Nuzzling in affection?

His fist clenched so hard whatever object he had been holding shattered in his grip.

"I am suddenly hungry..." Scar took off without another word.

The two left behind exchanged smug glances.

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"Thanks for your help, but I'm... not really hungry." Lex smiled, trying to imagine how awkward the dinner would be.

The big brute looked crestfallen as he questioned, "Does the problem lie with me? Am I not good company?"

"No, no you're a pretty strong, tough looking guy. I'm just not-" Lex amended.

"Good, then let's eat." Dalantu interrupted, chest swelling with the compliment.

"But I said I'm not-"

"You would honor me with your presence." He cut her off once more.

Her irritation rising at his stubbornness, Lex growled, "Look, I am honored by your offer, but as I said before, I am NOT hungry."

"Consider it a... repayment of services rendered." Dalantu replied, towering form leaning closer as he practically purred out the last part.

Lex's eyes widened as his hand grazed her arm, short enough for it to pass as an accident, but long enough to convey that it wasn't.

Her brown eyes flashed dangerously. How dare he-

"Touch me again, and I will be forced to hurt you." She warned.

His reaction, however, was the complete opposite of what she had hoped.

An appreciative purr rumbled out of the burly orange chest, as Dalantu clicked, "Such spirit. That bodes well for other... more private... activities."

At her arched brow and raised growl, the bigger warrior backed off with a small grin, "My apologies, Alexa. Of course, it was an accident. I shall attempt to follow your wishes more accordingly."

The gleam in his eye spoke differently, but his words would have to do.

For now.

Every excuse she made was refuted in some way. Countered as though the orange Yautja had thought every possible outcome through. Every excuse she could make. Every adamant no. All brushed off his hard, scaly exterior. He was thorough. Much too thorough for her liking.

With a crease in her brow, she relented, "Fine, let's get this over with."

Eagerly, he grinned a wide, "Excellent."

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"No. I do NOT think so."

She had let him get her food for her. Pull out her chair. Drag her to this godforsaken dinner in the first place.

But she would kiss the bottom of Umtok's boots before she'd let him FEED her.

From his hand.

"It is custom." Dalantu said simply, undeterred.

"Not where I'm from." Lex countered, eyeing the food in his hand as though it was diseased.

Of course, she wasn't exactly going to let on that people did do this. But only if they were close and intimate.

Something she was failing horribly at deterring the stubborn Yautja from reaching.

"Ah, yes. I forget your exotic origin at times... No matter, we are here now, not at your planet. Now eat." He offered.

At the expense of her pride, she grumbled and accepted the steaming, spiced morsel. The meat melted on her tongue, though she took great care to avoid contact with his claws.

He purred contentedly.

Then pulled back and waited, expectant.

"What?" Lex asked, knowing she would regret that harmless word before it slipped rebelliously past her lips.

"Now it is your turn." He explained.

Lex eyed him.

Oh HELL no.

But when it looked like she had no other choice, she gave in once more, "Fine. But just this once."

"That is all I ask." He rumbled with a knowing grin.

Feeling as though there was something more going on, but hesitant to ask in case she was overreacting, Lex slowly picked a small piece of meat.

She was just gonna toss it in his mouth and be done with it.

But just as she was planning on doing just that, a sneaky hand caught her wrist, holding her hand prisoner over the small table.

She made to pull back, but his hold was strong.

"Relax..." Dalantu trilled, "It is custom."

With a disgruntled huff, Lex relented once more, looking away.

Only to whip her head right back, eyes widened at the caress of mandibles over her knuckles.

He watched her watch him lean closer to her hand, mouth parts stroking her hand in a strangely intimate manner. It sent a shiver down her spine. Dalantu carefully nipped the meat from her fingers, before finally pulling back.

Retracting her hand as though it had been burned, Lex looked at him warily.

There was something he wasn't telling her.

She was sure of it.

When he offered his goblet to her, she shook her head before he had even spoken, "I'm not thirsty. And no, I will not take a drink anyways. And hell no, I don't care if it is your custom."

He chuckled, but still held the drink out, "Alexa-"

But an angered roar interrupted them, a strong swipe from another Yautja toppling the drink from Dalantu's hand.

Lex's eyes widened as she took in the fury of the newcomer's stance, his broad chest heaving. Shoulder armor glinted, enhancing the unadorned greenish-yellowish muscles that rippled in anger. That amber gaze was narrowed in Dalantu's direction, accusation sparking deeply within their depths.

"Scar?" She blinked.

Since when had he-?

Dalantu rose with a growl of his own, facing the angered Yautja.

"You DARE-" Dalantu started to rant.

But Scar cut him off easily with a swipe of his claw through the air, "Do not speak to me of daring, Honored Warrior Dalantu! What you were about to do was deceitful. Despicable. The actions of a Pauk-de S'yuit-de rather than what an Honored Warrior should be!"

Before Dalantu could retort, Lex -not one to linger on the sidelines- stood as well. With a sneaking suspicion, she demanded Dalantu bitingly, "What the hell is going on here?"

She didn't catch the startled look in Scar's face, his features pleased that the Ooman proved her quick perceptiveness off the battlefield as well as on.

Dalantu, himself, was caught off guard. He mumbled, "I... am not sure what this Young Blood speaks of."

"Lies." Scar snarled. He turned to Lex, disgusted at the bigger warrior's farce, "Since this Pauk-de refuses to, I shall explain. He was leading you through a customary ritual. Had you exchanged drinks as well, you would have-"

"What right do you have interrupting us, Young Blood?" Dalantu growled, stepping closer, his posture rigid.

Scar stiffened as well, mandibles flaring with the start of a scathing retort.

But Lex, fed up with the whole mess, stepped between the two, a hand raised towards Scar, "Shut up." Then, before Dalantu could even begin to look smug at the dismissal, received a heated glare of the female, "You. Explain. NOW."

"Alexa," He rumbled consolingly, his temper thwarted as he tried to reason with her, "I was under the impression you knew our culture. Our customs."

"Don't bullshit me." Lex saw through the thinly veiled cover up for what it was, "What did you almost have me do?"

"..."

Dalantu looked from Lex to Scar, bristling when he saw the younger male smirking.

"Either you tell me, or HE will." Lex warned, head jerking behind her, where Scar stood glowering silently.

"Well..." Dalantu trailed hesitantly, "it is a mutual acceptance of rights..."

"Rights to...?" Lex prompted.

"...Claiming you while you... acknowledge me as your first choice." Dalantu finally finished.

Lex's brow twitched.

"But I believed you already knew this." Dalantu hastily amended, "I mean, how could you not?"

The mountain guide seethed in her skin, goosebumps raising at the thought of what almost happened. It sounded like more than just a date. More than being labelled as boyfriend and girlfriend.

The bastard tried to take advantage of her...

She felt the sudden, overwhelming need to kill something. But she settled for the next best thing.

Her fist had a very pleasant meeting with the jaw of one, extremely surprised, Honored Warrior.

The blow had enough force to stagger Dalantu back a step or two. He blinked, turning slowly to look at Lex with a newfound respect. This did little to curb her fury, however.

"Try ANYTHING like that again, and I'll make you WISH you were facing a colony of hard meats instead of me." Lex stated, deadly calm though she seethed inside.

Instead of the anger she was aiming for -or even a bit of unacknowledged fear- Dalantu's reaction was one of respect and appraisal.

"I misjudged you Ooman. My pursuit is not over. But I would be eager when the chase is finally over and I have you warming my bed." Confidence rung strongly in the orange Yautja's voice. Though it was no where near as disarming as the heat billowing from his gaze.

Lex was furious.

Overconfident, egotistical, muscle-brained moron.

(Go to hell.) She snarled, not even realizing she had reverted back to her native tongue.

Before anything else could be said, she had stalked off, silent fury in her wake.

Both males watched her leave, admiring the lithe muscles that exerted themselves in her slender and angry form. The traditional garb truly suited her better than the bulky Ooman clothing.

It left nothing to the imagination.

Dalantu turned to Scar, not understanding her words but amused by the fire in them. It could not have been good, but he asked anyway, "What did she say?"

Scar glared at him darkly, "Does it matter? She does not want to mate with you. Has she not made that abundantly clear by now?"

Dalantu's good mood vanished and he retorted with a flare of mandibles, "I already asked you once Young Blood. You informed me you do not speak for her. What interest is she of you?"

"I may not speak for her, but she and I bonded through battle. Her well-being is of great importance to me, and I have heard about you *Honored* Warrior Dalantu. You are not her match." Scar clicked, not raising to the bait.

Dalantu clicked deeply, scornful as he questioned, "And you are?"

Scar started.

She was a fine female specimen, even if she was smaller than traditional and Ooman on top of that.

But why would she choose him?

Suddenly irritated, Scar snapped, "THAT is not your concern."

He stalked off as well.

But not before Dalantu called after him, "You may fool her. You may even fool yourself. But I can see the desire plainly in your face. We will see who wins in the end."

Growling under his breath, Scar clicked, "Certainly not you..."

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Pauk-de: fucker, fucking

S'yuit-de: Coward, pathetic, low and demeaning description
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