No I'm not dead, but I have been traveling in other countries for quite a while with quite literally no internet access (which can almost drive a person crazy in the present day). Anyway I will try to get more updates up as soon as possible if any people who originally read these stories are still around I apologize for the massive delays.

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Intertwining Destinies

"How the fuck are you still alive?" Miguel said completely stunned as he slowly lowered his D. Eagle.

"I'll explain that later, for right now it appears as though you are busy with something else" his father replied indicating the bad blood that was still pinned under Miguel.

"Right, hold on a second then" Miguel said as he turned his attention back to the bad blood. "Tell me everything you know about Sha'Rol and this bad blood organization I keep hearing about, if I believe you are telling the truth then I might let you go"

Ga'Knash hesitated for a moment before his shoulders slumped and the look of slight defiance he had previously shown went out of him. "All right, I'll talk but how do I know you won't kill me afterwards?"

"I guess you don't, but I work in the gray areas of the honor code so I have the capability to be a lot more merciful than the general honor bound arbitrators" Miguel said as he held the maul even closer to Ga'Knash's throat.

"I guess I have really don't have anything to lose then" Ga'Knash replied in a low growl as he turned his arm over and revealed his mark. "Alright Ooman arbitrator, the name that the organization calls itself when translated into your language is the Brotherhood of the Fallen"

Miguel felt a wave of elation wash over him. Finally he had a name that he could attach to this mysterious force. However he couldn't let up he had to keep Ga'Knash talking before the Yautja changed his mind.

"Who leads these bad bloods?" Miguel continued his demeanor unflinching.

"There is a single leader and a second in command who serves as the brotherhood's vanguard, but I have never seen them personally"

"Who gives you your orders then? Be mindful of what can happen if I believe that you are lying to me" Miguel said as his suspicions rose.

"We operate in individual cells that are led by a cell leader who gives the orders to us; they are overseen by several generals, I believe that you have run into some of them before" Ga'Knash said as his voice trilled in amusement.

"What do you mean?" Miguel said his voice growing cold.

"I finally recognize you" Hrak'Ni said moving his head so that the eyes of his mask bored into Miguel's. You are the rumored Young Fury, and we know that you were the one who actually killed generals Black Heart and Hrak'Ni"

"So, they figured out it was me" Miguel thought as he was suddenly gripped with worry. If they knew that it was he that had killed two of the bad blood generals then what else could they know about?

"So how many members are there total?" Miguel said shifting his thoughts back to the pinned Ga'Knash.

"Of that I am uncertain; in order to maintain secrecy most cells are not in contact with each other unless a general calls a few of them together in the event of emergency and only our top leader know for certain" Ga'Knash said still trilling with amusement. "However my estimate is that there are a few hundred, but I believe you may have decreased that number somewhat"

"Indeed I might have, this organization is as I predicted then" Miguel said his gaze darting quickly to his father who stood as placidly as if he was just listening to dinner chit-chat.

"Maybe it is, there has been talk among the ranks of our organization of something big happening but they do not know what yet, that is about all I know" Ga'Knash replied now sounding completely defeated.

"Fine, then I only have more one question left for you to answer" Miguel said as his gaze once again bored into the eye sockets of Ga'Knash's mask.

"And what is that Ooman?"

"Is your former leader Sha'Rol involved?" Miguel said watching closely for a reaction.

Ga'Knash's head jerked up so suddenly that Miguel was worried that his blade would shear off the bad blood's head. However it only cut a slight bit and from the reaction Miguel could easily tell that he was completely aware about what role his former leader played in this bad blood saga.

"So you do know that he is involved and please remember that your life is on the line so I would recommend you be truthful"

For the first time Ga'Knash actually seemed worried and remorseful when he spoke. "The leader cleared the path for him to rise to power, my exile and loss of honor was all part of their plan to keep me quiet if I objected, and I joined to have some form of recourse from my shame. Sha'Rol is power hungry but beyond the role of a mole I do not know what his purpose is"

"So you were the sacrificial lamb" Miguel said as an idea began to form in his mind. "If that is the case then maybe if you help me further, I may just be able to have your honor restored to you"

"What is that Ooman?" Ga'Knash asked the suspicion evident in his voice.

"Eventually your generals and leaders will have convene, help me find out where these bad bloods are hiding and I believe that my word to the ancients will be enough to have your honor restored to you" Miguel said as he got off of the bad blood and paused to take in the atmosphere of conflicting emotions that now emanated from Ga'Knash.

It took a long while but finally Ga'Knash nodded in agreement and transferred his wrist-comp code into Miguel's. "Very well Ooman, the general will call each cell of this region soon at his command post individually and when he does I will give you his location"

"Sounds like a deal now I would go before you are missed" Miguel said as he turned his gaze back towards the mouth of the alley.

Ga'Knash didn't need any more encouragement and quickly activated his cloaking device before moving off into the night.

"What the hell is going on? Why does Young Fury smell as a combination of human and Yautja?" José thought as he watched the exchange between his son and the Yautja with confusion. Surprised would have been a severe understatement when he had first discovered that the figure had been his son. Hell, he had almost been tempted to shoot himself in the foot just to make sure that what he was seeing was really happening.

As he watched the Yautja turn and move off into the night he could see Young Fury turn to face him. Even thought his eyes were masked José could feel a powerful anger and joy emanate from him.

"Why was I told you were dead" Miguel asked struggling to keep his voice steady as he faced his father and first mentor.

"That is a very long and interesting story, one that I will share with you, for I believe that you have a very interesting story to tell me as well" José replied his tone stoic. "However, right now I believe that we should go, for more of those Yautja could come soon"

"How does he know the name of their species?" Miguel thought his emotions shifting wildly from anger to confusion as he followed his father out of the alleyway and down the street.

Miguel had been prepared for many twists of fate during this investigation but this was too much. Not only had his presumed dead father reappeared but besides the appearance of his hair, that Miguel assumed was dye, there was something different about his father, something primal and shadowy that was familiar to him, but Miguel couldn't quite place what it was.

"I guess that I will find out what happened soon enough anyway" Miguel thought as the pair began walking into the old industrial section of the city.

"So" José said turning to face Miguel as the two of them entered one of the old abandoned lots.

"Now that we are in a place where there is much less of a chance of being seen or overheard, I think that we both should come to know what has happened during our absences from each other's lives"

"I guess I'll go first then" Miguel said as he sighed inwardly as he began to recount his past after his father had disappeared.

"Damn this certainly is a tale that rivals my own adventure, I always thought that something was different about him in any case" José thought as he stood quietly listening to his son move through his past including his crossed blood and his time spent among the Yautja fighting their more unsavory battles for them.

"I see that you have been busy in my long absence then" José said as Miguel finished out his story. "Rising amongst the Yautja through battle alongside Benelli of all people, then having it all snatched away by some shadowy figure"

"It is the truth!" Miguel shot back, fresh anger rising in his chest. "And as for your absence, what could justify my father and my teacher abandoning me like he did!"

"First, I have no doubt about your story even if I hadn't witnessed your little interrogation" José replied his voice remaining stoic. "Second, I did not abandon you, at least, not willingly"

"Yeah? So how the hell is that possible?" Miguel said raising an eyebrow in slight confusion.

"I will tell you soon, but since your understandable anger with me is over lost time then I say we catch up on the last few years that we have not seen each other"

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" Miguel said a feeling of excitement beginning to course through his veins

"Show me what you have learned from your battles amongst the Yautja, fight me!" José said throwing aside his trench coat to reveal the hilt and scabbard of an intricately crafted Talwar Saber.

"Like I said, I am a hybrid of the bloodlines of both humans and Yautja, the result of this has made me stronger and faster than a normal human" Miguel said throwing aside his own coat and drawing his mauls off of his back and into a fighting stance.

"Do not tell me that your time among the Yautja has given you their fool's hubris my son" José replied his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Remember that I taught you never to sell your opponent short because in what we do, there is always a reason why they have survived this long"

"I remember, in fact I still have scars from when I have almost forgot it" Miguel replied keeping his stance solid and his eyes locked on his father.

"Good, then I'll hammer home that point" José said drawing his sword so rapidly that Miguel's eyes could barely follow it. Miguel eyed the blade his father held before him and gave out a gasp of shock as he recognized the dark black metal that shone in the light of the full moon.

"Void Steel!" Miguel said quickly recovering from his initial shock. "Where the hell did you find that?"

"You are not the only one who has been on a journey my son" José said assuming a fighting stance of his own. "Nor are you the only one who has been through a genetic change".

Several light years away the image of a gigantic Yautja appeared on a holographic projector located deep within the large inner-chamber of a fortress.

"What is it?" the cloaked figure said turning to gaze at the communication.

"We may have problem, I believe that I had informed you about Young Fury's exit before we could get to him" the image said plainly.

"You did"

"Well" The gigantic figure continued. "We have some spotty information as well as rumors that he may have been trying to find our base of operations by tracking down our operatives on earth"

"Interesting, he certainly is persistent" The cloaked figured growled quietly. "I guess then we will have to begin. Order all of our operatives to return to base even the ones in the far-flung regions of the galaxy"

"Is it wise to begin without the proper stranglehold on the council in place great leader?"

"Just follow my orders and begin to consolidate our forces, it would be far more disastrous to be exposed before we are ready to strike than to make our move without all the safety features of our plan in place" the figure growled as it abruptly severed the communication.