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The males
waited patiently as the vessel docked. They feared the worst when they realized
it had arrived on autopilot. No clans had had successful hunting on this planet
they called Prey (Earth as it was known to the indigenous species). M’gor walked up to his brother’s vessel, knowing he was
about to see yet another dead Yautja. The doors opened slowly, and he waited
until the vapors cleared before stepping into the ship.
“Send for a
healer,” he called out as he knelt before his injured brethren, “He is alive!”
His older brother was barely breathing. The injured Hunter looked up and tried
to speak, but M’gor shook his head. “Conserve your
strength. You are the only one who has returned.” M’gor
regarded his brother’s wound and discovered the same marks he had found on his
other dead kin. His brother's wound was in the abdomen and was quite deep. It
appeared to have been made by wrist blades or a maul.
He’d heard
rumors that the oomans were defending themselves now,
making the Hunt much more exciting. So
much so, that Elders came out to hunt again, only to
return on their ships dead without their recording devices that were attached
to them. No one could understand what had happened or how the oomans could possibly return their victims back to their
ship, let alone figure out how to find it.
“He will
live,” the healer grunted. “Now, perhaps we will find out what has happened to
so many of our Hunters.”
(Flashback)
“Shra’van?”
Ta’noj walked up to his brother and nudged his shoulder. It had been years
since he last saw him, since Shra’van moved to the ship Gro’thon-ious
over a hundred years ago. They rarely found time to see one another. Shra’van
gave him a weary look.
“Where have
you been, Brother?”
Ta’noj held
up his trophies and grunted. “I’ve just returned.”
“You do not
know, then?” Shra’van shook his head sadly. “Come with me to our Father’s
quarters.”
As they
walked to their father’s quarters, Ta'noj noted that those they encountered
looked at them gravely. He could not understand what was going on, but he
noticed Shra’van nod to the others as he walked. Two of their younger brothers,
K’garn and Ad’vey, approached them and embraced them both.
“What is
wrong with you all?” Ta’noj chuckled. “Do not worry. I left plenty of Hard Meat
for you.”
“He does
not know,” Shra’van explained to them. “He had just returned when I docked.”
“Know
what?” Ta’noj growled. “Are you going to
see Father?” K’garn questioned. Shra’van nodded as they continued their trek.
Ta’noj
could hear his father’s loud piercing roar as they stepped off the elevator.
“Do they ever get enough?” he joked, as he considered the affection his parents
continued to share after all these years.
“He is in
pain,” Ad’vey spoke barely above a whisper. “He has been this way for almost a
week.”
“That is
how long I have been gone.” Ta’noj mumbled. “How is Mother?” There was no reply
as the doors to their parents dwelling opened.
Sh’lok
turned to see his sons. Ta’noj noted with foreboding, the sadness and despair in
his father's eyes as he regarded his children.
Ta’noj
walked up to his father, “Father, what is wrong? Is Mother well?”
Sh’lok
looked at his son. Ta’noj could tell he had been crying. He knew something must
have been terribly wrong to cause his father to emit tears. He looked around at
the broken furniture before returning his gaze to his father.
“Your
mother was found dead almost a week ago in one of the training halls.” Sh’lok
spoke in a low tone,.“Someone
killed her. A deep wound in her stomach was discovered, made by wrist blades or
a maul.”
Ta’noj
shook his head violently, unable to believe his father's words, and he roared
with fury .
Ta'noj looked
around taking in the familiar surroundings of his ship, and realized that he
had been reliving the past again. Ta’noj roared once more from the pain and
despair of losing his mother. Each time the dream returned, it felt as if it
had just happened. It didn’t matter to him that it was over a hundred years
ago. They had never found his mother’s killer and everyday his search
continued.
“What you are
saying is simply impossible!” the leader roared. “Are you saying that all this
time, the oomans have not advanced themselves? It has
been a bad blood killing us?”
“He said
something before he attacked me.” The injured Yautja murmured as he tried to sit upright.
“He said, 'Remember my name. I am Ta’noj. Son of Sh’lok
and Kayla'.”
“Kayla,” M’gor
growled. “I know this name. She is the ooman who spoke with the Jafren. I have
heard many stories about her. She is dead. Out of respect we should let her
family know before we set out to kill this Ta'noj.”
Aboard the
ship Gro’thon-ious, Shra’van groaned softly as he
watched Em’mi nurse his daughter. She looked at him and growled playfully. “Why
do you always watch me? You have seen me nurse our first eight pups and you
watched Pu’sha nurse your other five.”
“And I shall
watch you nurse eight more.” he growled as he gently nipped on her neck. He
looked down at his son and grunted, “My mother would have been so very pleased.”
“She was proud
of all her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.” Em’mi said
softly. “Even my mother continues to miss her, although she will not admit it.”
She looked at
Shra’van. “I can tell it still hurts you too.” He nodded at her and stood up
tall.
“Any
word from Ta’noj?”
She asked softly.
“Em’mi, I fear
he may be dead.” Shra’van finally said aloud. He spoke with his brothers and
sisters about the matter a few years ago, and they feared the same thing. They
lost communication with him fifty years ago.
“I am going to
go greet my family on the docks. They have made a special trip to see us.”
“Your father
always makes a special visit for his son, the Leader.” she teased. He snorted
at her before walking away.
As Shra’van
walked to the docks, his daughter ran up to him. He pulled on her hair
playfully before picking her up. “Where are we going, father?” she asked.
“To greet your
grandfather,” he replied.
She tugged on her fathers robe. “Will uncles
come as well?”
“They will not
pass up a chance to see you Aa’hana,” he growled before nipping at her fingers.
She trilled softly. He walked slowly, enjoying his time with his young
daughter. As they walked, his people acknowledged him with nods, and he
returned their greetings with the same gesture.
It took
Shra’van almost a century to earn his respect on the ship. He thought it was
odd that Elder Chi’rayu wanted him to succeed him in his ship. In the
beginning, Shra'van was rude to the older male, but had eventually learned to
like him, even growing fond of him.
When Chi’rayu’s death came, Shra’van was the most touched by it,
especially when he discovered he was to succeed his fallen leader and run the Gro’thon-ious. His crewmen doubted he could do a good job,
but his mother had never doubted him. He remembered Kayla had talked to him
like she knew a big secret. He wondered if the Jafren told her of his fate.
“To whom will
she run this time,” Su’ram grunted as his niece ran towards them. As she leapt into his arms, Wa’jeeh, Kayla’s
youngest son, laughed while his other eight brothers growled at the gesture.
“Father,”
Shra’van nodded before shaking Sh’lok’s shoulder. He could tell something was
bothering him.
“I would like to
say this is a pleasure trip, but we have to talk.” Sh’lok stated as he turned
around. Maha’vin, Ba’naj and Sa’dar were exiting the ship and heading towards
them.
“I hope none
of you have come to breed with the females on my ship,” Shra’van joked as they
walked to one of the meeting rooms.
Su’ram growled
at one of the females in passing. They purred in return as they walked by.
Shra’van glanced at Ba’naj, hoping to hear a joke from him about the passing
females, but since Kayla’s death he had changed. He barely spoke and everything
was business for him. He was no longer the pleasant, lewd Yautja that everyone
knew him to be. It made Shra’van wonder how Ba’naj had really felt about his
mother.
“How are Kuja
and Mi’tra?” Shra’van questioned after they were all seated.
A female
walked in and served drinks to everyone. Su’ram purred softly in her direction.
The server looked at him and smiled before walking away. “Leave her alone,” Mordecai chuckled, “and
keep it in your cloth.”
“Why should
I?” Su'ram responded.
“Kuja and
Mi'tra are on a Hunt together,” Sh’lok replied to Shra’van’s question as he
thought about his two daughters. They had chosen a path he didn’t want them to
take. He had expressed to Kayla that he did not want any of his daughters to
become warriors, but Kuja and Mi’tra were superb Hunters and their abilities
aided them in becoming warriors at a young age.
“We came here
to discuss your brother.” Shra’van
crossed his arms and stared at his father before looking at his brothers.
“Which
one?”
“Ta’noj,”
Maha’vin growled, “He must die.”
“Speak that
way about my brother and you will die,” Shra’van growled in return.
“The attacks
on our people that have occurred on earth,” Mordecai spoke up. “We believe that
the oomans have not advanced, but it is in fact our
brother that has been killing us.”
Shra’van shook his head as he stood up. “How dare
any of you even think that Ta’noj is a bad blood?”
Sa’dar explained to Shra’van what the Elder of
the other clan had told him of the latest attack.
“How can he
have lived on that planet all these years?” Shra'van asked, already knowing the
answer.
“He’s half
ooman.” Maha’vin crossed his arms. “He could easily adjust the controls on his
ship or adapt to the air. Pahel said it was plausible.”
“But Ro’shan
was killed on that planet…”
“We are aware
of this, my son.” Sh’lok sighed as he thought of Shra’van’s close friend.
“It could
easily be another using his name,” Shra’van continued, searching for a valid
defense.
“I am
Ta’noj, son of Sh’lok and Kayla?” Maha’vin repeated.
“That is his
signature.” Sh'lok paused briefly to search for the right words with which to
address those gathered. "The more
I think about it, the more I am convinced that he is responsible for the
unexplained deaths. I believe his actions are the result of his grief over the
death of your mother.”
Maha’vin swept
his gaze over Shra’van and the others in the room. “I am far too old to hunt
and kill that boy, but you are not, and you now have the responsibility
of carrying out this duty.”
Shra’van was
silent for a moment. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “All of the
deaths,” he mumbled to himself as he turned to his father. “They were all
killed in the same fashion as Mother.”
Sh’lok nodded gravely. “I do not
understand. Is he still trying to find the killer? Is his pain so great he
wishes to harm others?”
“He can not be
allowed to continue killing this way,” Ad’vey grunted.
“Kuja and
Mi’tra went to the planet to search for him. He will not harm them. Now that
the other clans know it is Ta’noj, you must be prepared for retaliation. Some
clans may try to attack you for being Ta’noj’s brother.”
“We have been
attacked twice,” Sh’lok stood and walked over to his son. “I cannot kill my own
son for his pain. He was very close to Kayla and no matter how many pups came
after him, Ta'noj and his mother continued to share a very close bond.”
“I know,”
Shra’van nodded.
“Her death
changed him,” Sa’dar said softly. “I noticed the changes in him over the years.
He kept to himself, there was no communication with
others unless it was to fight. His mate
Kavi’ta even misses him. She claimed he never bothered to say goodbye to her or
his pups.”
“She told me
he would wake up roaring in anger.” Ba’naj stared at the table. “Imagine what
he would do if he found the person that killed Kayla.” He stood up and nodded
at everyone and walked towards the door.
“Wait,”
Shra’van growled. “You’re an arbitrator. Will you be the one to go after my
brother and kill him?”
“I cannot kill
your brother. He has every right to be angry. He needs and deserves answers.”
responded Ba'naj.
Sa’dar watched
him leave the room. “Out of respect for Kayla, we thought that maybe you,
Mordecai, or someone else that was close to Ta’noj would convince him to turn
himself in. If you are successful, he will be sent back to our home world for
sentencing. Ta’noj will need to ask for forgiveness and if it is granted, he
will be stripped of any title that was given to him,”
Sa’dar nodded at the female that placed an
unusual looking substance in front of him. “Shra’van, you know if he is
captured by another clan he will never make it back home.” He looked down again
and clicked his mandibles out of curiosity. Sa’dar looked up to see Kayla’s
sons nodding in approval as they tasted the cold content. “What the hell is
this? It is far to cold to eat. Are you trying to kill me?”
“My mother
called it ice cream,” Shra’van grunted. “It is a very cold, sweet dessert on
her planet.”
“When you are
stressed, eat desserts,” Sh’lok grunted as he thought of the odd saying Kayla
had used in the past. “If it was not for her fighting, she would have been very
plump.”
Sa’dar watched
them for a moment and shook his head. “I don’t understand. How can you eat
something so cold? Is it not burning your insides?”
“We are half ooman,” K’garn said proudly. “Their tolerance for heat and cold is far
greater than ours,”
Maha’vin stood
to stretch. “Tell that female to prepare us some real food.”
“How are
Lee’na and Stef’na?” Shra’van looked at his father as he sat back down. He
noticed his newly decorated lower mandible.
“My mates are
happy, for now,” he nodded. “I have not told Stef’na the news. It will
devastate her.” His father's friend Kul’vir had asked Sh’lok to become
Stef’na’s mate in the event of his death. While on a mission with some
unblooded males, Kul'vir and his crewmates were attacked by a queen kainde
amedha. In the heat of battle, Kul'vir was killed. Kul'vir was honored for his death because he
saved ten future warriors. The news of
Kul’vir’s death hurt Sh’lok greatly. He regretted all the years he and Kul’vir
had butted heads. It had been worse for Kayla…
(Flashback)
“Kayla we
need to talk,” Sh’lok spoke softly as he entered their quarters. Kayla looked
at him and smiled, but her smile quickly faded as she
noted the seriousness on his face.
“What is
the matter, Sh’lok?” She walked closer to him. “Is it your father?”
“Kul’vir
did not return from his mission.”
Kayla sat
down slowly and stared at him, as he told her what happened. “He can’t leave me,” Kayla said softly as she
wiped her tears. “Not now. He was getting along with Su’tara. We were to go
sparring next week.” Her voice trailed off.
Sh’lok sat next to her and looked at her
intently. He knew they had spent meaningful time together and even had moments
when they argued like an old Yautja couple. At one time, Sh’lok was slightly
jealous of their bond, but he never expressed that to her. Looking at the pain
on her face, he knew there was nothing he could do to make it go away. Kayla
mourned for Kul’vir, and her grief was noticeably greater than Stef’na’s. He,
Lee’na and Stef’na decided against the ritual until Kayla's grieving over
Kul’vir was completed. Neither one thought the weeks of her grieving would
expand into months. Whenever Sh’lok walked into a room where she was present,
she was staring off into space and drying her eyes.
“Are you
still saddened over Kul’vir’s death?” He walked closer to her. Sh’lok could see
the redness in her eyes.
“Of
course.” she replied.
“Kayla, it
has been months, and Stef’na is ready to move on.”
Sh’lok paused for a moment. “Was there something going on between you…” he
stopped talking when her mouth opened in shock.
“Besides
you, he was my best friend and I loved him dearly. He was the biological father
to my first child and the first Yautja I’ve ever met. Do not accuse me of being with Kul’vir.”
Sh'lok
continued prodding, “Your pain is greater than Stef’na's."
“She always
said I was closer to Kul’vir than she was,” Kayla felt Sh’lok arms go around
her body and she sighed. “Who is Stef’na’s new mate?” Kayla questioned.
“I am,” he
spoke in a low tone as he watched for a reaction.
“Kul’vir
made an excellent choice,” she nodded. Kayla touched Sh’lok’s face. “Stef’na is
very comfortable with you and I would be honored for her to be your mate.”
Sh’lok had
thought the adjustment of having Stef’na in their bed would be unusual for
Kayla, but she welcomed it. It pleased him to see his three mates getting along
so well. Now that Kayla was gone, he told them both he would never take another
mate. Sh’lok knew if Kul’vir were alive when Kayla was killed, he might have
acted in the same way as Ta’noj.
Shra’van
watched as his father raised his hand to his own cheek. Out of respect, he
looked away. He knew when his father had that distant look on his face, he was
thinking about his mother. It didn’t help that the anniversary of her death was
upon them.
He looked at
the others. “I will inform my counsel.”
“That planet
is going to be flooded with angry Yautja looking for Ta'noj,” Maha’vin warned.
“He has taken
care of himself this long. He should be fine,” Shra’van grunted. “Now, who
wishes to fight me?” Kayla’s sons growled and started to crack their knuckles
in excitement. Maha’vin shook his head before walking out of the room.
“Why was
mother so attached to Ta’noj?” Mordecai questioned. “They were very close.”
“She clung to her second son because her first
son was an embarrassment to her,” Shra’van replied.
Sh’lok was
about to say something but Shra’van held up his hand. “For years I could not
accept being half ooman, and I took out my anger on her. Then one day she
finally had enough of the insults and… kicked my ass in front of everyone.”
Sa’dar laughed. “What a glorious fight.”
“Things were better
after that, but the bond she had formed with Ta’noj, well, not even I could
make myself part of it. He was everything to her that a first son was supposed
to be.”
Shra’van
looked up at Wa’jeeh adding, “But she was also becoming close to you.”
“She was still
training me,” Wa'jeeh said proudly. “I m a great fighter now, but I can only
imagine how great I would have been if we had been able to complete the
training. I asked Ta’noj to train me, but he never did.”
The meeting
was over for the time being, so Sa'dar and the others headed to the battle
training facility.
As Sa'dar
entered, he immediately spotted Ba'naj in the midst of battle. Sa’dar watched as his brother fought one of
the older warriors. From the sweat that poured from his body he could tell he
had gone directly to the sparring hall after leaving the meeting. It didn’t
surprise him. Ba’naj fought a lot since Kayla’s death.
Ba’naj took a
deep breath as he watched Kayla’s sons prepare to spar. He remembered seeing
her smile every time they walked into the training rooms together with their heads
held high and looking at others as if they were beneath them. He could hear her
pulse race and knew she loved each and every one of them.
Mordecai
looked at Ba’naj and nodded. Ba’naj recalled the time he thought he would have
to kill Mordecai…
(Flashback)
Ba’naj
touched her face and surprisingly this time she didn’t move his hand. Kayla
looked into his eyes. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but he felt like
she knew then how he truly felt. “Please let me challenge Sh’lok.”
“You harm
my mate and I will kill you,” Kayla growled.
Ba’naj
grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to his body. “That’s what makes me want
you Kayla. I want to feel that emotion you give Sh’lok everyday. I no longer
wish to merely fuck you. I want more."
“You have
mates Ba’naj,” Kayla stared at him. Ba’naj could smell her strong scent. Her
breathing started to get heavier, and she suddenly tried to pull away.
“Mother,”
Mordecai called to her. Ba’naj suddenly let her go as her son walked into the
hall.
“Do you wish
to join us, Ba’naj?” Sh’lok questioned.
“No, I think I
will just watch for now,” he replied.
Sh’lok sat
next to him and grunted as he witnessed Shra’van playfully slapping one of his
brothers across the head. “I think I shall watch as well.”
“I’ll bet you both
a dagger that Sa’dar will have their asses handed to them,” Maha’vin chuckled.
Ba’naj studied
Shra’van every time he came to visit. He watched everyone carefully. “My
brother will lose.”
“How is
Su’tara dealing with her twins?” Maha’vin looked at Sh’lok. “I remember them
being a handful for her.”
“My daughter
is tough and handling it very well.” Sh’lok remembered the day he was going to
tell Stef’na the truth about Su’tara...
(Flashback)
Sh’lok
rolled over and held Stef’na softly. After mating with Lee’na, Sh’lok always
held Stef’na and vice versa. “I feel obligated to let you know something,” he
stammered. Stef’na turned around to look at him. “I refuse to keep any secrets
from my mates, and that includes you, Stef’na.”
“Go on,”
Stef’na urged.
“It is
about Su’tara. Since neither Kul’vir nor Kayla is around...”
“I have
known about their secret for many years,” Stef’na sighed. “It saddened me from
time to time that my closest friend and my mate could never share this with
me."
“Are you
angry?”
“Not
at all. I
overheard them talking one day and I know it was an accident. I even remember
the day it happened. I gave Kayla far too much seba. I forgave them both long
ago.”
Sh’lok looked
up to watch his sons spar. He looked over at Ba’naj as he recalled the rest of
his conversation with Stef’na…
“Since we
are being honest...” She gave him a look of fear. “I had a strong feeling that
something was going on with Kayla and Ba’naj. I really sensed something after
we left the planet..."
“Sleep well
Stef’na,” he growled turning his back on her.
Shra’van
roared in victory as he body-slammed Sa’dar to the ground. Ba’naj picked up his
new dagger and left.
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