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Unexpected Return

Part 1

Chapter 2

Malweh-te desperately tried to think of his next step, all while very nervously wondering where the body could have gone. His deep thinking was interrupted by a roar from nearby, he rushed outside to see the missing hunter slumped over and groaning a weak roar. Others had surrounded it, wondering what was wrong with him; it took this advantage quickly and bit into the arm of an unsuspecting suckling. Unsheathing his wrist blades, one of the Yautja in the crowd, lunged forward and stabbed the biting and dishonorable beast in the shoulder. The crowd began dispersing in fright when this didn't register as pain and his bite only quickened due to the proximity of more flesh. The child was taken away but stopped only a short distance away, when it began to vomit neon green blood and convulsed wildly, evidently the immune system doesn't fully develop for several seasons in the Yautja bloodstream. Living cells quickly died off in the poor child, without it even understanding the transformational journey it was beginning. Meanwhile, the brave Yautja backed up and fired his cannon point blank at the head of this merciless monster. Such proud warriors will not stand for such a demeaning act. The explosion of neon blood cascaded across the open area everyone was standing in, serving as a reminder of the child nearby. Its body too sat in a pool of neon blood that had been vomited out as it died in the arms of its mother. Each of the remaining clan members clicked their tusks in quiet pity; no young one deserves to die like this. All became silent as they looked deep in the face of a poor dead child; the silence was quickly broken when its hand moved. Perhaps there was hope yet! There was cheer in the group until its eyes opened revealing pale irises that gave even the most hardened warrior chills. It began biting at its own mother, leaving her with no alternative but to run, without even knowing her fate was already sealed. While consoling her dying child, a drop of her child's blood landed in her mouth and began reproducing in her bloodstream like the efficient killing machine that it was. Several hunters restrained the undead child and kept it from biting them as well. Malweh-te rushed over and instructed them to bring the child inside; he may be able to help him too.


Deep in trance, Malweh-te sat and journeyed through his thoughts. Seasons ago, when the elder was a masterful warrior, he was called in to battle the Kiande Amedha and a strange virus from a hunting preserve. A young blood's Chiva had gone wrong, and instead of an honorable suicide, a distress beacon was set. Four other warriors accompanied him as they landed on the planet and found the afflicted Yautja. He had evidently come across native life, while on the hunt, that was unknown due to its subterranean burrowing. The hunter was following the Xenomorph from afar when he was attacked from below and behind. The entire group of young bloods was wiped out by this underground venomous monster. His wrist computer had been damaged and with limited mobility, the young hunter was only barely able to escape and then send a distress signal. He lay paralyzed, but his shame was visible to all.

The young one had done the right thing, without setting the beacon this could have happened again, and probably just be blamed on the Kiande Amedha succeeding. It was decided that with the hard meats near enough, the hunt would be taken to the trees to eradicate them first. Jumping from branch to branch, following the dumb hard meat screeches, the Yautja yearned for battle. They finally reached a small cave where several drones crawled aimlessly around the entrance. Following a speedy massacre, done quickly due to the number of eager hunters, they began baiting for the new species. The logic was there that having a fresh sample of the poison could be crucial in creating a cure. Luckily for the clan, this new species emits the same spectrum as the Xenomorph. So, armed with their traditional hunting armaments and masks tuned to the right vision, the Yautja finished the hunt. A disc blade had sliced through both legs of a Xenomorph drone and so it was used to bait the burrowing creatures out. Sure enough, one circled it, causing a displacement of the dirt in a spiral pattern before jumping out and began trying to eat through the hard jet-black skin. Unsure of the creature's vision, Malweh-te activated his cloak and approached the worm with a bag. The dumb but deadly worms were easy to catch, such a despicable parasitic species that deserved as little mercy as the Kiande Amedha.

The group took their bagged worm back to their ship and began extracting its potent chemicals to try and decipher a cure. The DNA was unique, in that it adapted to the creatures bloodstream and metabolism instantly, paralyzing the entire blood flow and muscles of whatever creature it entered. A Yautja's blood is as strong as the warrior whose heart pumps it; it was well known that Xenomorph's acidic blood can be neutralized with their blood. With this knowledge, a cocktail of chemicals was mixed of; uninfected Yautja blood, various proteins and concentrated reproduction of the toxin. They examined the results and it appeared to resist the infectivity. With no time to spare, they were forced to provide the dying warrior a hasty transfusion. The needles were placed and the process was started, halfway through they introduced the antidote. He immediately began showing signs of improving and the clan sighed in unified relief. This very encounter was what inspired Malweh-te to later become his clan's healer. They all departed to the bridge and called back to the home world, a call to arms was made against the new species that needed eradicated…by that planets nightfall, a dozen hunters and Arbitrators docked their ships and began hunting the new game.


Armed with old memories, Malweh-te carefully extracted cells from the Ooman skull and Zazin-de and began studying the chemical make-up. Both acted similarly but the Yautja cells were understandably stronger due to a higher metabolism and overall strength. Using the same process that he had used for the young hunter, he mixed the infected Ooman cells with the Yautjas, but it ended with a much different and vicious result. The undead cells became larger and faster, the small dish of uninfected cells under his microscope was overtaken by the undead cells in a matter of seconds. After ingesting the living cells, the Yautja-Ooman zombie cells began excreting a toxic concentration of gases. Luckily, he was able to contain the dish before the gases caused him harm. This would not do, so back to the files he went and studied every blood virus his race had known.


An alert was blinking on the nearby display panel, the alert had been put out that a strict curfew was being enforced due to an outbreak of a deadly disease. Clan mates and family alike have gone missing, only to turn up again as only a shell of their once proud self, everything else about them was dead and monstrous. In total forty Yautja have gone missing, ten have been restrained and six eradicated. At the rate of infection though, this clan and the entire planet has a very imminent problem. This all fell on Malweh-te's plate as he was slaving over his work table, every inch of the table was covered in files and chemical samples. There was no cure, there was no solution, and he could not resolve this situation. His eyes rolled in his head, out of pure exhaustion but he would not give up. He looked to the crate where Zazin-de sat in defiance, but not a typical Yautja defiance, instead a lethargic and thoughtless fight that was hopeless. He had extracted cells from the Ooman skull and combined them with infected Yautja cells, but that had only proved to be potentially far worse. The logic was there that the same process would work, but perhaps he didn't have the right ratios or variable chemicals. Malweh-te looked to Zazin-de and sighed,

"Well old friend, tell me what to do."

Zazin-de only sat and stared, he had been fed and was not starving but constantly restrained and teased with the healer nearby. His restrained hand was only able to grasp at his leg, but he clawed at it when the healer was nearby as if trying to reach him. His leg had scratches raked across it from his own talons, his own flesh and blood brainlessly harming himself…his own blood. He toyed with the idea of only using Zazin-de's blood cells, when it struck him that the most obvious answer was in fact that. He should have never introduced Ooman blood cells into this equation; the chance that it worked with the young hunter and the worm long ago was only a coincidence. Using a mixture of chemicals; Malweh-te's own blood and a concentrated dose of reproduced Zazin-de's blood cells, the healer was able to create a small jar of a yellow fluid. He would have to run a test though, so he took another syringe to Zazin-de much to his dismay of having food so close but yet unattainable. A dish was placed under his microscope and he combined the two samples. Several drops of healthy Zazin-de sat in the small dish under a microscope, as the healer barely even needed to look in the scope to know…he ran to the door and pushed but there was resistance so he put his back into it and pushed again.


Malweh-te stumbled out of his house in ecstatic celebration, intent on letting everyone know of the cure. The ecstasy was instantly erased when he realized how bad things had gotten outside of his safe laboratory. Smoke rose nearby and parts of neighboring clan homes were visibly burning in the distance. The usually packed center of their civilization was nearly empty, except for a few straggling beings in the distant. Every building seemed to be barricaded off, before he quickly realized that someone had barricaded his own laboratory. How long had he been locked up trying to find an antidote? He quickly came to the grim realization that it had been an entire season, and that with an exponential infectious rate, his whole planet was at stake. The old and peaceful healer made this realization at the same point as sensing movement nearby. Without his mask, the only thing Malweh-te could see was a thin outline of an undead neighbor. Being a healer, he had no weapons on him but with one deft movement he placed two fists center mass. It was only temporarily pushed back before resuming its hunt of hunger. Malweh-te rushed back through his hastily exited doors with the creature in pursuit. The healer made his way to his rarely used weapon rack and removed his ceremonial spear. The staff was extended in one swift motion; he impaled the skull of the unfortunate undead Yautja. He possibly could have tried to immobilize the now motionless creature, but it was dangerously close to knocking over the table with the cure. The healer reveled in the moment, blood dripping from his spear and a rapid heartbeat from fighting and running. Clicking his tusks in glory followed by a, surprising for his age, roar, Malweh-te quickly closed the door to avoid encountering anymore undeserving foes. He had a renewed mission to finish the application of the cure by testing it on a patient, luckily he had four. The two Yautja in the chambers hadn't died, thus not allowing the infection to take over…they just merely sat in a comatose- like state in the healing chambers. Although the infection would begin killing off live cells as soon as he is removed from the chamber, Malweh-te opened it and moved one unconscious hunter to the examination table.

The healer walked to the nearest wall to pull a small switch on a panel, and a door hissed open revealing a staircase leading down to his underground medical storage unit; although very dark, he heads directly for the tall canisters in the back. Unscrewing a large spin-top lid releases a loud rush of pressured gases followed by the top clicking into place. Reaching in, he pulls up four large bags, containing bright neon liquid. Taking all of them back upstairs, he begins the process of transfusion. Needles are inserted into several places of the dying Yautja and halfway into the replacing of the blood, the yellow antidote is administered. At the introduction of the chemicals, his body convulsed and heart rate rose rapidly but subsided after a moment and then nothing seemed to happen. It was only after everything finished, that Malweh-te had the sense to take a blood sample and determine what happened. Instantly he knew that his hopes were true and that his antidote worked. The hunter was merely unconscious from being comatose for so long. His cells were reviving and shedding all of the infection as if nothing happened. After another hour, he awoke alive albeit sore and with a new finger thanks to the chambers. The second hunter was revived after that and had a happy reunion with his friend but it quickly turned to a mourning of their lost hunting partner. Malweh-te had decided not to test on Zazin-de because he had been dead and for quite some time. The others had a higher chance, and sure enough every one survived…including the now orphaned suckling. Now, he had to try and see if the cure would work on someone as far gone as Zazin-de.


Hope you all enjoyed it! I'll be finishing the final chapter of part one by next week. I wanted to wait to post more, but you all seem to enjoy my story…so here ya go! Review please!