And so, I present my newest addition to my FanFic family. Kemiri and Deborah get to meet more problematic creatures. I currently have most of this written, courtesy of my time at work. Yay for free time! I have lots of updates for you now. Aren't I nice? A while back, I saw a headline on a newspaper saying that Edmonton would be getting Guardian Angels, or something along those lines. I immediately started imagining what a group called the Guardian Angels would be like in my messed up little mind. And so I came up with this. The real group is still cool.
Disclaimer of hyperactivity: I do not own the Yautja(unfortunately) but I do own my character's personalities, and anyone else that you do not recognize from movies, comics or books. I also do not own the real Guardian Angels and I apologize if this story may offend a real one. All I have borrowed is the name.
Chapter 1
A figure dashed over the rooftops, its form an indistinct heat waver in the night. Hurtling over the gap between to buildings it paused, crouching, a faint clicking sound emanating from its mandibles. It scanned the passing human figures, finally fixing on one. He, for it was most definitely male, tensed and was off again, patiently following his target. Perfect. He knew just where they were going to go. He would be ready. The human didn't seem to be in much of a rush, ambling along, occasionally peering into the shop displays to see what was new. Soon, they turned into an empty residential street. The hunter ran so he was just ahead, leaping off the building and uncloaking as he fell to land just in front of the human, who screamed loudly.
"Jesus fucking asscrackers! You scared the shit out of me, Kemiri!"
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"I am sorry, Deb'rah." he replied apologetically. "I only wanted to surprise you."
"You sure fuckin' did. Christ. Why are you here?"
"I wanted to walk you home from work."
She grunted.
Kemiri fell into pace beside her, adjusting his long stride for her much shorter one.
"What if someone sees you?"
He chuckled. "I can cloak and step into shadows if anyone comes. I notice them before they notice me."
"Cocky, aren't you?"
He clicked cheerfully. Soon, they reached Deborah's apartment. That was where they separated, Deborah going inside the building and Kemiri going up. Inside the apartment, Deborah nervously paced, listening to the kettle hiss as it boiled water for tea. She really wished the Yautja wouldn't jump out at her like that! A gentle tapping came at the balcony door. Kemiri. She walked over and opened the door. He stepped in, sniffing the air as he always did, scanning the room for god only knew what. He sat down at the kitchen table. The kettle's switch clicked off as it boiled. She started preparing the tea. Behind her, Deborah heard a hiss as he undid the hoses on his mask. The was a thump as he put it down and a deep, slightly raspy breath as he took his first breath of the thinner atmosphere. Dropping the teabags in the cups, she turned, mentally preparing herself. There was his face, awful as always. Four clicking mandibles surrounded a small mouth filled with sharp teeth. Glittering above the gross mouth were his eyes; a beautiful, soft leaf green, the most pleasant part of his face. The rest of him was pale green, speckled in darker green. It was very, very different from the handsome, almost beautiful man that had first captured her interest. But, they were the same kind soul, in different bodies. She set one mug before Kemiri. He busied himself with his usual ritual; adding exactly three spoonfuls of sugar, adding milk, stirring, adding more milk and stirring until it reached the correct amount. He rumbled happily, inhaling the steam. He started drinking, somewhat awkwardly, though the heat did not seem to bother him. Deborah lowered her eyes so she wouldn't see the pink inside of his mouth. It was weird. She sipped at her tea, though it was really still too hot. It gave her something to do. Eventually, the evening was over. They said their goodbyes and Kemiri left.
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Kemiri's eyes lingered over Deborah, watching as she straightened up the living room. From his vantage on the roof of the opposite apartment building, it gave him a fairly good view. She was so beautiful to him. While she was much skinnier than any female he had ever known, she moved with an easy grace that said she was in good health. She flicked her head, neatly sending her long, black hair over her shoulder and out of her face. He was too far away to see her eyes, but they were pale blue. He remembered from when he had the other body. Just like he knew her skin was a pale, milky white. A queen carved in ice, or cool, clean stone. Kemiri got up. She would be mad if she knew he was watching her, but he couldn't help it; she had seemed so distant lately. This was the only time he could see her without the lines of tension running through her, without seeing the flicker in her eyes whenever she saw his maskless face. He knew it was not what she had been used to, but she should get used to it. It was not going to change.
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Back in Edan's old house, Kemiri settled in. He stripped off his awu'asa, cranked up the heat and turned on some music. Weaving his head in time to the orchestra and tapping the claws of his left hand to the beat, he pawed through coils of wire and other assorted electronic bits with the other. Selecting a number of components, he flipped over a fairly small, flat screen and pried up the back. The screen had been left for him by Elder D'jin-ta; his sole link to the Yautian world. He could pick up broadcasts from the Homeworld and clan ships and receive transmissions from the Council. He switched a number of wires, running them out to a DVD player and attaching them. If this worked, he would be able to see ooman movies again, instead of just listening and making up images. If this didn't work, both the screen and DVD player would likely be ruined. Kemiri was not a genius with electronics; he could not alter and design things as easily as breathing like some. But he was fairly competent, more than enough to do minor repairs and hopefully, good enough to make two alien technologies work with each other. He could do many other things if this worked. He could make the computer screen work for him, the television, and several other displays in the house. Right now, Deborah was doing everything for him, the bills and such. He didn't want to make her have to do that anymore. There was a sharp sizzle and a burning smell; Kemiri yelped and stuck his burned finger in his mouth. Muttering darkly, he pressed the power switch. The screen flickered to life, showing a small group of oomans on horseback charging an enormous horde of what seemed to be beastly perversions of oomans, all claws and teeth and brutish brows, waving crude swords and spears. He cackled with delight.
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A man fled down a darkened alley, fear etched across his face. He could hear her coming. Shit! It was such a huge mistake to come here, to try this… He was far too inexperienced. He realized now that there was no way he could ever escape her. She was like the wind, silent, ever-reaching. Eternal. He could not outrun her, but he could bide some time. Maybe he could find some others like himself, group together and make a stand. At least there would be a slim chance then. He flinched. A hand sliced down, the nails raking deep gouges from his brow to chin. His flinch turned into a recoil! She was there! He turned to flee again the other way when a knife sprouted out of the centre of his chest. He gasped, choked and fell. She strode over him, wreathed in the night.
"You tried to enter here. You failed." Her voice was husky and low with the pleasure of a successful hunt. "This is my town now and no one shall dare try to trespass again. My territory. I shall not be so lenient as the old Master." She dipped low over him.
He screamed a final time.
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"We need more people, we still have far too little. It's not safe for us."
"Would you have me recruit without thought, just so that we may be powerful?"
"…No, sir. But the Ravens have far more. So do the Lions. We are the only ones here. We have no allies."
"Calm your paranoia. A smaller, closely knit group is much more powerful than a vast, un-schooled horde. We shall be fine. I know what I am doing. Besides, we do have allies in other cities. The Ravens have been our allies for decades, as have Ottawa's Eyrie. Lions have no interest in this territory anyways. We are fine."
I like saying asscrackers… O.o