"What's his status right now?" Andrea asked.
"He's breathing sort of fast." George Weyland said.
"What do you expect, he's watching wrestling." Andrea sighed.
"Still, take the reading as if it is serious." Henry Bolme said.
"Will do." Andrea said.
Andrea, who had changed into a pair of blue jeans that were ripped at the knees and a red tank top, slowly walked over to the charts and nodded her head. Rum'boli'ko was sitting in his own makeshift cabin watching wrestling. She had to lock him in because of an upcoming storm. Rum'boli'ko, once he had seated himself in his chair infront of the television, had been fitted with trackers and motion detectors.
"What's his breeding again?" George asked.
"Mother was Diana Devore, father is Uglo'shon and great uncle is Grid." Andrea said.
"A formidable force." George sighed.
"Why isn't Angela's genes in there?" Drew Erisco asked.
"Who said her genes aren't in him." Andrea exclaimed. "Uglo'shon is Angela's fathers brother."
"Oh, well that's good." Drew sighed.
"His genetics have been heavily watched for months now." Andrea sighed.
Rum'boli'ko's heart rate went up, Andrea quickly found the problem and corrected it. Angela walked into the lab then, she was wearing blue jeans with patched knees and a blue tank top. She had sandals on her feet that were tawny brown. She quickly checked Rum'boli'ko's chart and made a few adjustments. Walking over to a coat rack, she took her white coat off and swung it over her broad shoulders.
"Rum'boli'ko, how are you?" Angela raspingly asked.
"I'm fine ma'am." Rum'boli'ko hissed.
"Not hungry or thirsty?" Angela hissed. "Cold or hot?"
"Nope, just fine." Rum'boli'ko said.
"Just buzz us if you need anything." Angela rasped.
"Will do." Rum'boli'ko said. The transmittion was cut.
"Why do you love him so much?" Andrea asked. "He's not even your species."
"Neither are you." Angela rasped. "I don't love him."
"Are you sure, because you act very lovingly towards him." Andrea said.
"I tolerate him." Angela rasped. "Rule number one when you are a scientist is..."
"Never get attached to your experiments." Andrea finished. "I know the score."
"Good, now keep a look out for my father." Angela hissed. "He landed somewhere nearby."
"Really, our radar didn't alert us." Andrea exclaimed.
"Neither did our sensors." George sighed.
"Believe me, he's out there and looking." Angela rasped.
Angela didn't know how right she was, her father was closer than she had thought. He was standing outside the wall, talking to his three eldest sons and his brother Uglo'shon. Standing beside him was his own father, Zvolen'icoz. The mission at hand was harder said than done. They had to find the whereabouts of his real daughter. Clearing his throat, he motioned for all of them to separate. Five other predators ran up to him and he allowed them to join in the hunt.
"This girl, she's a little older than you thought right?" Celtic asked.
"Not by much, she's a hundred and sixty years old." Poblis'con said.
"She'll put up a fight right?" Celtic asked.
"Yes, a very long fight." Poblis'con said. "You'll meet your match."
"I'm jumping up and down in excitement." Celtic sighed.
Celtic, the first youngest son of Uglo'shon and Dina'cani, walked tall and smiled through his mask. He couldn't hold it in, he was anticipating the upcoming fight. Tossing his head back, his black dreadlocks swinging back and forth from one shoulder to the other, he hissed. He was the best of his generation and his father was very happy. He didn't need to see himself in a mirror, his coal black eyes were sparkling with love and hate combined.
Poblis'con, an extremely tall predator with blond dreadlocks and yellow eyes, looked over his shoulder and sent a warning hiss to his two younger brothers that were tagging along slowly behind him. He was the oldest son of Uglo'shon and the first born son of Garit'coa. His long arms ended in smooth hands and his chest was heavily muscled to the point that no xenomorph could harm him.
"Will you two hurry up?" Poblis'con hissed. "Your tagging behind."
"Sorry brother, we were just talking about our cousin." Chopper said.
"I can't believe we were granted permission to breed back to her." Scar exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down." Poblis'con hissed. "We want the element of surprise."
"Oh, yes right." Scar growled.
Scar and Chopper looked almost like twins, except that Chopper had green eyes instead of yellow. Both had brown dreadlocks and equally muscular chests, but that was all the resemblance. Chopper's waist collapsed into a slender set of legs. Scar's waist gave way to a powerful set of legs and his arms were huge. Chopper's arms were medium built. Besides this, both brothers got along well. Just a few months before, all three had successfully completed their manhood ritual. Scar's mother was the beautiful and agressive Fambi'don'a and Chopper's mother was the equally beautiful and equally tempered Temp'tor'ca.
"I hope we find her fast." Poblis'con sighed. "This world is still recovering from the virus that went through ours."
"Which is why she must be found, before she gets sick." Celtic said.
"She's been living here for so long, what say she doesn't have an immunity to the virus." Chopper said.
"Highly unlikely." Poblis'con said.
"She's been living here since she was three." Chopper said. "She has to have an immunity."
"She might, but I doubt it." Poblis'con sighed.
"Quiet, someone is coming." Celtic growled.
Rum'boli'ko ran steadily towards his prey, his nose drawing him even closer to the blood that he had drawn a few minutes before. Once he had gotten the taste of the camels blood in his mouth, his instincts had set in and he had allowed his savage nature to take hold. He came closer to it, then he struck its neck a lasting blow. Just as he was about to take a bite from his prey, a new smell latched itself into his senses. This new sent was foreign, but it seemed familiar to him somehow. Allowing his nose to lead him, he left his prey behind.
