The princable stomped down the halls with an anger expression that no one wanted to look upon. He marched right down the hall where the young yautjas crowded around something all saying-

"Fight, fight, fight!"

He came to look though the circle and found he looked upon an all-too-usual site. Ra'Kar and Tagor were wrestling with one another tossing and turning on the ground seeing who could draw the first blood. The princable broke through, with ease, the circle and came and grabbed a tight hold on both boys and pulled them to their feet and off one another. Both struggled in his grasp, but he was stronger than they and so it was for nothing.

"Why am I not surprised Ra'Kar?" sighed the princable gazing on the boy.

Ra'Kar just looked at the pricable and then at Tagor who grinned at him with that mocking grin of his. Ra'Kar then growled and tried to reach for Tagor, but the princable pulled him back and let go of his arm grabbing his dreadlocks humiliating him in front of the whole school.

"There will be no more of that!" growled the princable not putting up with Ra'Kar's anger.

Tagor just grinned seeing Ra'Kar like this and so said-

"Ha, ha, look at the big and bad Ra'Kar now?"

"That is enough out of you too Tagor!" growled the princable grabbing his dreadlocks as well and pulling down a bit humiliating Tagor as well. "We shall see what BOTH your fathers have to say about this and Ra'Kar . . . your father will not be too pleased."


Scar marched through the quiet halls just sighing heavily and wishing never to walk down those halls again. He then made it to the princable's office and there entered and found Ra'Kar sitting in that same spot like before, but this time another boy joined him and his father too. He looked at Ra'Kar and he him. Ra'Kar could tell he was angry and probably would be for a long while.

Scar then looked at the princable and inclined his head towards him as he took his usual seat next to his son saying-

"Sorry I am late."

"It is understood Scar," shook the princable folding his hands.

"Can we start now?" asked Tagor's father clearly having better things to do then be there.

"Yes we can Porgo," said the prinable as he stood up. "Now your son was caught in a quirel with Scar's son here Ra'Kar. Now I have strick policies in my school about this kind of things. I will not have this in my school so either you two stop this or leave the school."

"Leaving sounds good," smiled Ra'Kar.

"Ra'Kar!" Scar turned to him with wide eyes.

"Yea, it figures you'd want to quit after being the quiter you are," smiled Tagor.

Ra'Kar snapped again and so lunged at Tagor making everyone jump all at once trying to stop the two from fighting.


"Well you got a nasty black eye there," said the Eldar placing some oitment on his grandson's eye. "Must have been some fight."

"Yea, well you should have seen what I did to him," smiled Ra'Kar remembering the two black eyes he gave Tagor and the cracked rib.

Scar leaned on the door way waiting for his father to finish on Ra'Kar and when he did he said-

"Thank-you father, but can you leave us alone for a moment?"

"Sure son," said the Eldar as he made his way out of Ra'Kar's room. "I'll be in the kitchen if you want me."

"Okay," sighed Scar as he shut the door behind the Eldar as he left.

Scar then turned to Ra'Kar who was looking at his black eye in the mirror wondering how long it would take to go away. Scar then growled deep in his throat making Ra'Kar look at him.

"What?" asked Ra'Kar with a shrug.

"You know what," growled Scar coming closer to his son.

"Hey Tagor had it coming to him. He's the one who started it," said Ra'Kar turning a bit.

"No YOU started it!" said Scar as he pointed a harsh finger at him. "You let him get to you. Why do you do that Ra'Kar?!"

"I don't know," said Ra'Kar laying on his bed still touching his eye a bit.

"Why must you let him get to you?!" asked Scar.

"'Cause I hate him!" cried Ra'Kar. "There you happy?!"

"NO!" said Scar. "I cannot keep coming to the princable's office because you decide to let that . . . bully to get to you!"

"Then don't come," said Ra'Kar turning away from his father.

"No Ra'Kar," said Scar. "You need someone around all the time. You need to be babied apparently so I am going to stop fighting and become a strategist so I can stay here with you . . ."

"WHAT?!" gasped Ra'Kar turning to him.

"That way I'll just have to stay here when they need me to make a strategy," continued Scar.

"But!" gasped Ra'Kar.

"No BUTS Ra'Kar!" pointed Scar. "You brought this upon yourself. You showed me that you need to be kept under surveillance all the time."

"No I do not!" growled Ra'Kar his anger taking a hold of him. "Especialy not from you!"

"Well you can't change my mind Ra'Kar I have already made up my mind and also I have already told my commanders and they have agreed this is the right thing for me and for you," said Scar.

"So you just want to ruin my life?!" cried Ra'Kar as he jumped to his feet and came face to face with his father.

"I want to help you Ra'Kar," said Scar.

"No you don't!" cried Ra'Kar. "You want to control me that's all!"

"Ra'Kar!" growled Scar, but soon calmed himself down. "Your manhood test is coming up soon. It's only years away and I want to make sure you can win it."

"Does it look like I care if I win or lose?!" asked Ra'Kar turning away from him. "It's probably better if I lose. At least I'll be away from you."

"How could you say that Ra'Kar?" asked Scar getting a bit sadened that Ra'Kar was thinking such things. "And I thought you were a fighter."

"I am!" growled Ra'Kar turning to his father.

"Then show it," said Scar.

"So what, going to the pricable's office six times a month doesn't show you that I'm a fighter?" smiled Ra'Kar.

"No, it just shows me that you can't control your temper," said Scar.

Ra'Kar just growled as his temper scorched his body.

"Now you see," said Scar crossing his arms. "I see it now."

"What's your point father?" growled Ra'Kar wanting so bad for him to leave.

"My point is to let me train you," said Scar. "I trained your mother . . ."

"Yea, and that's how I came to be," smiled Ra'Kar stretching his arms out.

Scar just let out a couple of chuckles and then said-

"Okay, you were conceived when we were, in a way, fighting, but what I meant Ra'Kar was that I can train you to be as good as your mother was or better."

"Does it look like I need your training father?" asked Ra'Kar.

"Do you realy want me to answer that son?" smiled Scar.

"Ha, ha, very funny," said Ra'Kar cocking his head back and forth a bit. "Are you done now?"

"Not until I get you to let me train you," said Scar not moving until Ra'Kar gave in.

Ra'Kar sighed and tossed his head back rolling his eyes. He then said-

"Fine!"

"There, now was that so hard?" smiled Scar as he left.

But before Scar shut Ra'Kar's door he said-

"Oh, and by the way I will wake you up early for training tomorrow."

"Great," sighed Ra'Kar plopping on his bed. "Can't wait."


After the first couple of weeks Ra'Kar loathed training with his father, but after a couple of months he began to get used to it. He began to get used to seeing his father all the time and he began to get used to getting his butt beat all the time by his father and perhaps his grandfather at the least. He still had quit a temper though and Scar tried his best to beat it out of him, but all that training really did nothing as his visits to the princables office continued. One occaision Ra'Kar almost got kicked out of school.

Scar just made his training harder and harder as this continued to happen, but the boy had a hard head and seemed to never learn. Scar grew tired of this and sometimes wished he was off fighting like before, but he knew that his son needed him the most. Ra'Kar grew better at fighting thanks to his father, but he used them for the wrong purposes. He used them just ot try and beat up Tagor the more.

After a whil Ra'Kar soon began to just ignore the bully, but he still wanted to show him and so took Scar's advice and decided to get revenge in their training class that they had together. Both always tied though and it greatly embarrassed Tagor for he was taller and more muscular than Ra'Kar and yet he could not beat him. Ra'Kar soon began to neglect even his own friends as time came quick for his manhood test and before he knew it he was 99 waiting for that 100th year to roll by. Scar now did his hardest training on his son so he could be at his best to fight the great serpants. Scar also told him about his manhood test to give him better advice.

Ra'Kar listened but he didn't think he'd need such advice. He had hunted creatures that seemed worse than the serpants that Scar talked about. Sure it was the first thing his mother killed, but he just didn't see them as much as a threat. He just thought they were like all the other creatures . . . dumb and weak. Scar warned him that they were not, but all he tried to warn Ra'Kar about he didn't listen. He had it in his mind that it was going to be a walk in the park when it wasn't.

Scar did not want to see his only child and the only thing he had left from Lex die. He wanted to see him get his manhood and be as proud of him for living and passing the test as his father was for him, but he feared he never would by the way Ra'Kar was acting. He warned him and he warned him, but he still saw that temper of his boil inside him especialy ever time he saw Tagor. Scar remembered when he was like that.

He remembered that Tagor's father Porgo got under his skin more than anything when he was young, but thanks to his father he learned to control that temper of his and soon after that pass his manhood test . . . which Porgo did too, but he paid no attention to him after that for he was too busy falling in love with a certain alien he brought home with him. As Scar remembered these things he could do nothing but smile and laugh a bit seeing that he was somewhat like Ra'Kar at his age. Ra'Kar though was still just a bit different from him. It was the way the children were raised now-a-days apparently.

Time came when it was but two weeks away for Ra'Kar's manhood test and so the yautjas began picking out systems and places where there were still pyramids with aliens in them. They picked the perfect placed for the young males and so gave them their systems they were going to be in. Ra'Kar had gotten a distant planet not too far from his own, but Tagor had gotten one on earth which was the last one they had. Tagor, of course, made it more than it really was.

"Heh, look what I got," he smiled. "I got earth. They say they raise the strongest serpants."

"Earth, where that?" asked Ra'Kar never hearing that planet before.

"None of your business," smiled Tagor waving his system around. "You get the weakling just as usual."

"Says you!" growled Ra'Kar.

"No, says the eldars," said Tagor. "My grandfather said so and why would he lie?"

"Just to make you feel better?" smiled Ra'Kar.

At that all let out laughs seeing Tagor get dissed. Tagor just grumbled a bit them said-

"You're just jealous I get the stronger ones because I am the strongest."

Ra'Kar just glared harshly at his rival. Could it be that earth bred the strongest aliens? Why can't he get earth? He could kill them all in only a matter of minutes. They weren't the toughest . . . were they?

Ra'Kar soon came home with his head down a bit. Scar noticed it and so said-

"What is wrong my son?"

"I got this system," sighed Ra'Kar plopping in his seat a bit unhappy at what he got.

"Oh that one," said Scar shaking his head a bit. "This should be a challange for you."

"No it won't!" cried Ra'Kar. "Tagor got earth and said they had the strongest aliens there!"

"Do you believe everything Tagor says?" asked Scar crossing his arms.

"No," bowed Ra'Kar. "But what if it's true. Why can't I go?"

Scar hesitaited for a moment. He didn't want to tell his son that he chose to give him that system and not earth because of his mother being a human and coming from earth where they used the humans to die to breed the aliens just so they could hunt them down and kill them. Scar then sighed and said-

"Don't worry about him Ra'Kar. All the aliens are strong. It doesn't matter which they are bred in."

"But you fought on earth didn't you?' asked Ra'Kar.

Scar sighed a bit and said-

"Yes, yes I did."

"Well were they hard?" asked Ra'Kar.

"You can't compare the serpants to any other," said Scar leaving. "Keep that in mind when you go to take your test."

"Yes father," sighed Ra'Kar bowing his head and just looking at where he was to be sent.

Ra'Kar wanted to go to earth to fight. Why couldn't he? What was so wrong with him not going? What was his father hiding from him?

Ra'Kar knew Scar would not tell him and so he made up his mind and decided to find out for himself. Not only was he just quiker than the others he was smarter and knew how to hack into systems to find things, but this time he found the directions to earth and the pryamid's activation signals. So he took them and in the night he took his father's nagita staff along with other weapons to prepare for fighting the aliens. He armored up and placed his mask upon him as he headed out to a smaller ship that would make it faster than the ship he was to go on to earth.

He crept away silently so none would know he was gone till the morning. He knew he would have not much time to fight the aliens and so he would fight as quick as he could. He would see if indeed they were as strong as Tagor said about them.


Scar was not too happy to find Ra'Kar had gone and taken most of his belonging especially his nagita staff whish he was to award the winer of earth. So he told his father and the Eldar said-

"That is NOT good Scar. He could be banished or killed for doing this!"

"I know father," said Scar pacing back and forth in concern. "But if I were to bring him back-?"

"Yes, that would be the best thing!" said the eldar. "But where did he go?"

"Scar turned to look out into spcae as his fears grew more and more-

"To earth."

"But the humans. He'll know they are his mother's people!" said the Eldar.

"I know!" said Scar as he turned to a ship. "I must bring him home . . . and soon!"