A/N – Okay first up, I can't believe people like my new story. I sort of thought it was a shot in the dark, people wouldn't really be interested and it was just another one chapter story, since no one had any interest. But thanks to the people who have reviewed and told me what they think, I feel happy to continue thank you

Italics – Yautjas speaking 'English'

Bold italics – Yautjas speaking in their own language

The mid-day march under the punishing two suns of Tortuga was on the border of extreme pain and suffer and plain insanity for the hunters. In the scorching heat, even through the canopy of the tree tops, was still maddening. Sweat coated the oily skin of the humans, and dripped constantly from the plains and edges of their body, while the Wraiths' side nostrils flared rapidly, but they kept their over average pace of marching, behind the colossus Yautjas, who gave no hint whatever at any discomfort they might be feeling. Vixen however, trailing ahead, although coated in a thin sheen of sweat had yet to ease up on the pace. She was meters ahead, seeming to scout slightly, with a knife in hand. She had only looked back once, and that was when Gunner had settled down on a large up rooted tree limb. All hunters stopped when Vixen did, and when she stalked back down the sop she was upon with a scowl present on her face, all moved out of her way. Some were already beginning to learn that when she had a scowl on her face, something was very wrong.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, standing before Gunner with her hands hooked on her hips. "Move your ass, before I kick it"

"Fuck you Bitch" Panted Gunner as he wiped his sweaty brow with his patchy tanned arm. "It's hot. It's god damn rough terrain and I'm packing over ten types of ammo and weaponry."

"Then dump it" shrugged Vixen "Rule no. 4. Keep moving"

"And what's the other three?" Huffed Gunner as he unstrapped the number of bullet rings and guns from his form, only to stretch his tired body

"Rule no. 1 Don't piss me off. Rule no. 2 Don't go into the southern lands. And rule no. 3 stick to groups, but not all together. Happy?"

"No" grunted toe tired male as he spat excess saliva from his mouth. Obviously he was still sore at Vixen for the knee job she did on his pride…like she cared

"Tough" she growled.

Gunner glared at her "What the hell is your problem Bitch? You said the dangers only at night. And in case you haven't those two burning shitters above your heads, it's still day. So we're safe to rest. So…Fuck. Off. The day I take orders from a bloody woman is the day I die" He spat

Vixen just titled her head slightly "That can be arranged. If not by me than by whatever fucked up being gets it's claws into your ass. I said going out after dark was a death wish, but I didn't say the day time was any safer, moron. So move your ass, or leave the weapons behind, bullets fo brains" Vixen hissed, slamming her bare foot onto Gunner's knee. Though she didn't flinch, Gunner sure did.

As much as he hated to admit it, she had a hell of a kick

While he huffed in pain, yet again, Vixen moved ahead, back to the front, mumbling aloud

"It's always the same…Big guns, small brains…well, that or small dicks. Though most of the time it's both"

The Wraith whom heard her couldn't help but chuckle, even their leader sniggered. The only thing funnier than a Wraith humiliating a human, was a female humiliating a human male.

But then something changed…

Vixen took a defensive stance, looking around the jungle area cautiously, in which the Yautjas followed in her example.

"What do you hear, female?"

But Vixen didn't answer The Yautja leader. She merely gestured for him to stay quite while she continued looking around, for what, was still a mystery

"I don't hear bullshi-iiiiittttt!"

In a swish of movement and vines Gunner had disappeared amongst the green canopy tops of jungle. The sound of gun fire was heard, and then a scream. Silence soon followed, with nothing but a few leaves lightly floating down from above acting as evidence for the commotion that had just accorded in mere seconds.

"Gunner?" Called Ivan, along with a few of his human comrades.

But Vixen took one of Gunner's discarded firearms and struck one of the louder males over the head slightly

"Quiet, you fools! You'll attract 'it' back" she hissed lowly

Ivan sourly humoured her and leaned closer, hissing back "and what just is 'it'?"

Her eyes every so slowly moved from their hatful locked, and tarjeted on something else…something behind him

A few of the Wraith hissed, while slowly backing away, while the Yautjas stepped forward, emitting growls and chitters, before drawing weapons.

Still close to Vixen, Ivan gulped, and without even looking back, began to already near his firearm yet again.

But Vixen gave him a stern look, slightly shaking her head, before utterly one whispered word

"Run…"

As a looming shadow grew over head, and Ivan heard the gasps of his remaining men, he lowly nodded. Just as the screeching of a being began he threw him-self aside and rushed for cover, along with a few of his men. For some it was too late.

The forest had claimed them

A faceless organic monster, seemingly made out of bushes and vines moved with whipping motion, lashing at the slow humans and piercing through their chests with ease, before dragging them into the veil of it's bushy form, never to be seen again. The screams of few alive soon died inside

If one listened closely, you could just hear the acidic saliva of the plant beast burn through their skin as they were being dissolved and slurped up by the creature's concealed feeding vines.

The monster seemed concept with picking off the weak prey. The humans, but soon it hissed and wailed when one of the Yautjas' plasma casters fired, striking a direct shot into the creature's mid-floral body.

"Aim higher" instructed Vixen as she stood upon the slop, surveying the situation, much like the Wraith.

They weren't built for close confrontation with such a large opponent; however the Yautjas were quite enjoying them-selves, shooting the plant beast a number of times before it finally spewed lemon green oozy blood upon the dirt ground. The lifeless bodies of the humans still stuck upon the monster's wine arms fell limp with the body.

Vixen could tell through the chitters of the Yautjas that they weren't too happy with the kill. The plant being had no bones or skull in which they could take as a trophy.

But she merely patted one or two of their shoulders, promising in a regretful tone

"There will be more with bones"

That seemed to lighten their spirits, but the Wraith looked on uninterested. They were more interested in the pulsing vein at Ivan's brow. He had lost half his men, in mere moments. And he was looking for someone to blame

"You!" he hissed, pointing to Vixen "You knew this was going to happen!"

"Yes" she stated plainly at the accusation

"And yet you did fuck all to warn us!" Ivan roared, stalking over to Vixen, fists ready, shaking with anger

But Vixen gave him her familiar cock of the brow. "I was aware we would be attacked. However I can't simply predict when. I tried to warn your foolish men, and it was their own fault for acting so slow on reaction. Perhaps if you were a better leader, your men could have lived"

That did it

The vein burst. Ivan saw nothing but red

He lunged forward at Vixen, only to be struck back by the Yautjas' leader before Vixen could even get in a hit. Much to her surprise. The Yautjas were large, but boy they were fast too. And the force of the blow sent Ivan flying, even passed the standing Wraith, whom ducked, avoiding being thrown back too.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you alien shit head!" bellowed Ivan, despite his possibly broken jaw and bleeding nose.

The leader hissed under his mask, no doubt flaring his mandibles. "Do not touch her human scum!"

The roaring order seemed to both stun, and shock the other hunters. The Yautjas were slightly surprised at their leader's defense of the female, and they weren't the only ones.

(Why the hell is that alien defending that bitch?)Bitterly thought Ivan as he relined his jaw.

There was silence, until finally the Wraith leader spoke

"There is no point in simply standing around…if the females words are true, then we must reach the mountains top within the next few hours" he pointed out, gesturing to the lowering suns.

"What do you mean, 'if the female's right'? I have a name, bug brain. And yes I am right, so…we better move our asses." Vixen grunted, slightly glaring at the Yautja leader before moving ahead. But she pulled her-self back, and looked in Ivan's direction

"If you want to keep playing major dick-head, then you can walk your sorry ass to the mountain alone. It's hard enough fighting the monsters of this hellhole without fighting each other" she said. And then, something flashed in her eyes

Remorse? Pity? Loss?

"I'm sorry for your loss. But in order to make sacrifice of use we must survive and push onwards. Or else our efforts and theirs will be in vain"

This time there was no spite or edge to her words. She seemed true to her words. Which strangely enough had an odd calming effect on Ivan. For once…he felt as if someone else had the possibility to understand him. Having known his pains and sorrows and simply wash them away…

Vixen really did seem like something else. That was clear

And when she turned it seemed like time had stopped … at least for a few moments. Ivan had forgotten his rage, and without a word was helped to his feet by his surviving comrades.

Finally, the group began to move on again…until Vixen side tracked, dragging the Yautja leader with her. Of course he allowed her to amusingly lead him astray from the others. The act of power and demanding reminded him of the females of his race. A strange, yet enticing thought…

As they grew out of sight, she swatted his arm out of her grip and turned to him with fire in her eyes.

"What's the big idea here, buddy?" she growled, snaking her hands onto her hips while her piercing ice blue eyes glared up at him

However he didn't respond at first. He merely titled his head to the side and chittered curiously. The language she spoke was still confusing to him

She growled at him in annoyance and stalked a step forward. A brave move, made by a brave female

"I could have handled that knuckle-head Ivan my-self. You didn't have to enter the fight and become Mr. big and macho. I hate that about males." She stated, poking her finger sharply at his wide, rock solid chest.

"Lar'ja." He chittered quietly, causing Vixen to blink slightly

"What?"

"Lar'ja is my name, female. And I was merely preventing a pointless fight…" he said, partly lying about the last part.

"Liar" she hissed, catching him off guard. "You're a Yautja, no fight is pointless to you. Just stay out of my way and maybe you can live to see your home planet again"

With that she walked around him, starting to head back to the others. Until she stopped again, to face him

"A word of warning…I don't mate so freely like your females and sure as hell not so…'nicely'"

Lar'ja tensed slightly, yet took an anxious step forward, masking a purr with a curious chitter

The Females of his race weren't the gentlest of creatures…and yet Vixen was worst? Could it even be possible, he pondered

"I have faced other Yautja before. I believe in a state of high arousal the skin of their neck and upper chest flare red. You flared quite often when near me. However I am hoping I am merely misreading this message, and you are aroused by something else…for your sake, it had better be the bloodlust" she hissed, leaving Lar'ja slightly shocked. He didn't know he was flaring so openly without his knowledge…and at the female!

Although…there was much to like about her. she had the eyes of a huntress. A true Yautja warrior. Oh he could feel him-self flaring again and quickly shook for control over his body. Perhaps it was just the bloodlust. The thrill of the new hunt and possible danger…at least, that's what he was hoping. These feeling…the pull he felt to Vixen were strange and confusing, but was was almost instantaneous the moment he'd seen her. Perhaps discussion with his hunting brothers would shed some light on the situation. For now Lar'ja regained his composure and joined the rest of the hunters, just in time to see one of the Wraith losing it. Yet again, Vixen was to blame

"For the last time, my name is not 'Bug brain' you bratty whelp of a female!" Hissed the Wraith leader as his eyes flared, while his small fangs snapped in a snarl

Vixen just 'tut-ted' him and kept moving onward, leading the hunters up a rough, soon to be rocking slop, as they began entering the mountain regions.

"Well I have no other name for you, bug brain. So it will have to do. Next time we are in a combat situation and I need your attention, I can't just call 'green guy' otherwise all of you will look" Vixen sniggered, as she climbed with ease upon the rough rocks

"But why give acceptable names to the others, while giving me just an informal and disrespectful one!" the Wraith roared, trailing after her with effort as he climbed, ignoring the chuckles and sniggers of his underlings whom followed behind.

Vixen looked over her shoulder and cocked her head to the side with a smile

"Because I like you. There's something about green men wrapped in leather that gets me hot, hot, hot under the cloth" She said sarcastically before resuming climbing

"Don't toy with me, female!" snarled the 'bug brain' "At least give me something decent!"

Vixen sighed "Geez. Your such a pain, and you complain quite a lot for a Wraith."

She then blinked, in thought. If she wasn't in such need of her fingers for gripping, she would have surely clicked them.

"That's it! I'll call you Cain. Because it's a mixture of your two greatest qualities. Complaining and being a pain! Ha! Just perfect" Vixen grinned, slightly chuckling at Cain's reaction to his new name

"Hmhp…well it's better than 'bug brains'. But when this is over, female, prepare your-self for retribution!" grumbled Cain, rather loudly

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You males are all the same. You promise things but then never deliver to expectations. Now shut up and climb"

With that silence persuaded as the hunters began their decent up to the mountains, just as the skies began to darken, as the second and final sun and set out of sight. Night had come, and though they were out of the jungle, they weren't completely 'out of the woods yet'.

New horrors awaited them, as well as extra difficulties.

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