Chapter tw2: The Hunt


Now towering over the place where his clan member lost his life, the Elder known as Bhu'ja (Ghost), examined the trap.

He allowed the vine slide down his brownish long fingers, and his mask scrutinizing each detail.

Zazin, the spear master was a self-centered pompous blooded warrior. His name actually meant that.

"It's clearly a pyode amedha c'jit trap." (Shit.)The newest bad blood spoke. Coming to the point to even feel shame for the poor ooman, who created such stupid and obvious trap.

"You are wrong pup."The Elder clicked his mandibles in regard. "This trap was meant to fool us."

"Fool us?" A former elite, mostly known between a lot of Yautja as Tichinde asked, stepping forward to take a closer look at the trap. "Indeed."

"Like Zazin, all of you do not take the prey seriously." Bhu'ja encircled the vine. "See this mark? This trap was meant to make Zazin think, the ooman had no escape. That she was at his total mercy. Powerless. "

The Old Yautja grabbed a blanket of leaves, covered in mud." Then with this as a shelter, another female attacked him from behind. Sending him to Cetanu. Zazin always thought he's better than anyone, so he saw no excuse to examine his surroundings. That's a lesson many of you forget."

The group of Yautja's surrounded their clan leader. "These child-makers have been killing anyone who crosses their way, and this time they took his spear. They must be found and brought to our ship. "Bhu'ja turned to face them."Do not let their appearance of fear and powerless figure fool you. They are counting mostly on that."

"Capture the child-makers and bring them to the ship. Ki'sei (understood)."

"Sei-i, Bakir. But you are under Tichinde's group command. I will go back to the camp with Guan."

"Tichinde? The ooman and thark rapist? I would be better on my own."

Taking as an offense, Tichinde hissed, ready to strike, when Bhu'ja gave a deep extensive growl. "I don't want fights. It will give away our position."

Bakir lowered his head and eyes in submission to his wise cousin. He knew Tichinde wouldn't let this pass so easily.

"Time to start the Nain-de (type of hunt)." The group of Yautja's nodded parted away immediately.

The Elder continued to stare at the group until they all vanished. "Time to go." He cloaked and spoke to his loyal healer.


Near the swamp

"We must find a new hideout before they find us." Sola said, flipping an old log.

"Yeah, i hear you. But first, let's gather some supplies and then we can leave. Did you ever consider getting their ship?" Namid asked, receiving a virtual punch from Sola.

A huge roar throbbed through their chests with panic washing their peaceful moment. They lowered their guard only for a few seconds. And these bastards dropped a lot of creatures on this planet. "What was that?"

"We need to get moving." Sola said. Fearing that maybe was a Warhoon or even worst.

"It came that way. Maybe is that thing we killed a few weeks ago."

"Namid, let's get out of here. "Sola said alarmed.

"There was a human camp nearby. Just a quick search and then we'll find a new hideout."

"If you go i will leave you behind."

"Then go." Namid said, waving at Sola in irritation. "We cannot stay hidden without taking risks to survive. I don't want to be trapped on this fucking planet forever."

When Sola was about to reply, the human turned around and left. Why she didn't let her be captured? She could be in a new hiding place without problems. These humans are indeed full of themselves.


"Pauking zabin pup. (Fucking insect)" Tichinde hissed. His back arched and his mandibles flared.

"Why are you so irritated, great Elite Tichinde? Did I say something wrong?" Bakir moved slowly. The two Yautja's encircling each other in a menacing way.

One Yautja rested on a rock emotionless while the other near the trees. Waiting for the fight to begin.

"You were still on your father's testicles while i fought against worthy and dangerous preys."

"But do those worthy preys hold more value than oomans and Tharks?"

"You are so young. Inexperienced. I possessed the majestic females when they lived." Tichinde growled. "Pyode Zabin. (Soft Insect)"

"Rutting oomans and Tharks. What a great way to show discipline."

Tichinde coked his head to the side in curiosity. "You truly believe i'm the only who ruts them, don't you?"

Bakir growled in anger when his fellow brother's laughed at his oblivious mind.

Lowering his arms and stopping encircling his opponent, he spoke. "To be part of our clan you must do something to earn your place that the reason your clan is hunting you, right now? Or something else?"

"I don't need to give you any explanation." Bakir growled in anger. "Pauking zabin." (Fucking insect)

Turning his back, Tichinde spoke for the rest of the members. "He has more use as an aseigan (servant) than a pack member."

Enraged, Bakir knocked Tichinde down. Their dreadlocks dancing at the rushing movements. The cheers of their brother's overwhelming their own roars.

"Tarei'hsan." (Type of bug) The young bad blood pulled his head behind and started to punch his face. "Pauking useless u'darah'je (Fucking abomination)."

With a swift movement, Tichinde grabbed him by the dreadlocks and tossed him away from him. Laughing the former elite cleaned his bloody face and mocked. "He has the fire of a child-maker in rut."

Blind with rage, the young Bakir drooled uncontrollably. His Yautja musk betraying his very existence. If there were another Yautja rival clan nearby a fight was ready to be taken.

"Did you hear that?"Vor'merkta quickly rose from his place and looked around. "A prey is nearby."

"Go check it."Tichinde commanded." I will meet you once i teach this pup the meaning of respect."


River

Gripping the spear, Namid walked slowly in the direction of the river. A trail of blood tainted the crystal water.

"My God." A creature with his appearance badly scarred resembled Sola, crawled to a rock near him. The individual looked at her. His thigh missing a good portion of the muscle and one of his four arms broken.

"A warhoorn." She stated. His eyes burning into her soul with hatred. She tilted her head, watching his whole body shake in pain when suddenly he attacked her.

"Fuck." She cursed, trying to push him away with the side of the spear on his neck. The creature hissed, trying to get her, when he was shot in his back. The bullet making a clean scratch.

The warhoorn body fell dead on top of her. "Damn it." She crawled out of him and raised her spear to the supposed shooter.

From the other side of the river, was a marine. He had his silencer pistol pointed at her. "Drop the weapon." He demanded, his hand shaking in fear.

"I ain't dropping shit." She narrowed her eyes at him. Breathing heavily.

Insecure the marine slowly lowered his pistol. "You're real. I thought i was alone and seeing things."

"Couldn't you just kill him without shooting me?"

"That's just a scratch." He came closer, limping on his right leg. "What's your name?"

She lowered her spear."Fucking morron."

"I'm Michael."

...

Tired, Michael sat on the rock, and started to examine his wounded leg. "I have a medical kit on my hideout."

" Do you know how to get out of this planet?" She asked, looking at her surroundings.

"I don't even know how i ended up here in the first place." He reached out for her hand. "Did you find any other human?"

"Some." She suspiciously took his hand and pulled him to her.

"Where are they?"

"Dead."

He looked away and back at her again."You didn't introduce yourself."

"Where's your medical kit again?"

"Right." He smiled uncomfortably. "Oh fuck." The marine pointed the pistol to his target.

"Don't shoot." Namid got in front of him. "She's with me."

"A fucking alien? She's like him." He accused.

"She is no threat." Namid gritted her teeth. "Don't do it or i will kill you."

Michael squeezed his gun and locked eyes with Sola, who were holding a carcass. "Fuck this." He was about to pull the trigger, but was thrown back by a full speed net trap.

"Shit." Namid started to run into the deep jungle with Sola.

Behind Vor'merkta uncloaked and sent a signal to Tichinde.

Let the hunt begin.


A/N: Thank you atiketook, write more and Karen for your reviews. And the followers as well J.

I'm rewriting a few things. Not big changes.

Yautja translations:

Bakir- Chosen one (I own him)

Namid- Dancing Star (I own her)

Guan- Night

Tarei'hsan- General term for bugs,

Vor'merkta- Stalker

Zabin- Insect or Unworthy

Zazin- Self-centered, pompous

Pyode amedha- Soft mea