Author's Note: Here we go, chapter 8. I hope to get three chapters up by tonight.
"So, why does your father have more boys rather than girls?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, isn't it suppost to be the other way around?" Dutch exclaimed.
"A hundred years ago, my father had numerous daughters." Angela rasped.
"Then, why does he not have them now?" Michael asked.
"Because of the virus." Angela hissed.
"The virus?" Michael asked.
"What virus?" Dutch asked.

Angela was driving on the left side of the road, about three miles west of Yellowstone, and they had continued to joust up and down due to all of the rocks that had been blasted onto the road months ago. There was another road, a dirt road surrounded by trees and shrubbery, and she decided to take it. They were now alongside a crystal blue lake overlooking the grounds of Yellowstone. A deer jumped through the water with her calf and a moose scraped his horns against a trees trunk.

"Clan rules are that all offspring of the male stay with that clan, no matter what. But one day, in seventeen eighty-nine, one lone male from another clan asked another male of another clan to allow his daughter to break those rules and become his mate. The father said no, but the lone male persisted and one day, the daughter was deemed pregnant. The father of the daughter thought it was his, but it wasn't and when the child was born, the virus started. Like ants, it spread through each of the clans, even if the other clans weren't in contact with the lone male. Females began dropping babies left and right, then dying and a few hours later the children of those females would die. It got so bad, that there were almost no females around for breeding. That was until my father decided to take action." Angela hissed.
"Okay, so a sexually transmitted disease swept through several clans." Michael said. "So what."
"What did your father do?" Dutch asked.
"It wasn't a sexually transmitted disease." Angela growled. "It was a virus that the lone male had way before he mated with the female of the fathers clan."
"So, that means that he had other children right?" Dutch asked.
"Yes, and when those reached sexual maturity they mated and passed the genes onto healthy clan members." Angela hissed.
"This is beginning to make sense." Dutch sighed.
"We had a similiar virus, the bubonic plague." Angela hissed. "It killed over a million in Europe alone."
"The male mated with humans too?" Michael gasped.
"Yes, when he came to earth for hunting." Angela rasped. "He raped women."
"And their children passed the disease on." Michael sighed.

Michael shook his head, the entire affair with Angela had gone deeper then he had imagined. He had learned about the bubonic plague years ago while in middle and high school, but he had never heard about its cause. Dutch had learned that it was passed through rats and fleas that came through China with the mongol armies, but there was no mention of this in the history books. Although they had doubts about the story, they did believe it.

"My father decided to go find the lone male. To kill him and his children. But he couldn't save his own clan from the eminant doom while out on patrol of his lands. During one of these patrols the lone male walked into his villiage and raped one of his daughters. She died, many did. When my father returned, he found a good chunk of his daughters dead. His sons, whom where not of breeding age, were asked if they knew who did this and they told him that the lone male had raped all the dead daughters. With revenge in his heart, he set out following a trail. In the morning, he found the lone male and slit his throat." Angela hissed.
"Ouch, he saved your...half...his..." Michael stammered.
"Yes, he saved us all." Angela sighed.
"But the damage had already been done." Dutch said.
"Yes, they started rebuilding clans but it was never the same." Angela hissed. "Many of the females were dead, so they had to result to something different."
"Humans." Dutch sighed.
"Yes, they used humans and recieved new females." Angela growled. "These females, after a few generations, became full Yautja and saved the species. My father was the beginning of the whole affair."
"Which is why he doesn't have so many females now." Dutch sighed. "Right?"
"Wrong, many of his daughters are in his villiage." Angela hissed. "Jealously guarded by his sons."
"What's stopping his sons from..." Michael started.
"Disgraceful to their father, if he finds out, he'll casterate the offending male and he will make the female abort the pregnancy." Angela hissed.
"Jeez, this sounds like real hard core stuff." Dutch sighed.
"It is, and it gets better and better with every generation." Angela rasped. "The Yautja have jumped back into being the supreme species in the universe."
"Yippee." Michael joked.
"Yes, yippee." Angela growled.


Paeot'bi watched as the trees flew past, he had applied the cloaking device a few moments before to stop attention from travelers and they were riding well. His father was snoring lightly in his room, dreaming about the history and love he had for his family probably. Gile'der and Zarein'seti had replaced Mal'ikob'ico and Danjo'loto at their places and they were increasing speed.

"They are headed towards the dorment volcanoe." Zarein'seti growled.
"Less room to land, perfect." Paeot'bi sighed. "Better informe father."
"Wait, there's a landing clearing a mile away from it." Gile'der exclaimed.
"I'm still notifying father." Paeot'bi declared. "Take over Sarilo'si."
"Will do." Sarilo'si exclaimed.

Walking out of the control tower, Paeot'bi saw the backs of his brothers stiffen. They were worried, not scared, about Ang'liton. They were worried that if they did not get her, she could be in a lot of trouble. The earth wasn't, as of yet, over the virus that had killed over a half of their people and it wouldn't be over it for another hundred years. Silently tapping on the door of his father, he slipped in. Yolit'ger was sleeping on his back, his mouth half agape.

"Father?" Paeot'bi whispered. "Father wake up."
"Huh...what?" Yolit'ger stammered. "What's wrong?"
"We have a problem." Paeot'bi said.
"What type of problem?" Yolit'ger asked.
"Ang'liton is headed towards the dorment volcanoe, there is no room for a landing." Paeot'bi replied.
"There is, one mile due north of it." Yolit'ger said. "Now go, let me get my rest."
"Yes father." Paeot'bi said.


Angela pulled into the dorment volcanoe a few hours later, the volcanoe had had a history and it was known to scientists as Volcanoe 43i21 or Volcanoa 4. It was a beautiful place full of tall trees, low shrubs and a river trickled in feeding the plateau of precious water. A herd of deer lived in the volcanoe, led by a big male with huge antlers. Michael and Dutch sat by a roaring fire, watching as Angela sketched out a rough outline of what a villiage on her fathers planet was like.

"The villiage is actually a little town, with a palace in the center. The pyramids around it are actually storage units; they store food, water, animals and weaponry in them. The big tent over by the rivere is actually the sewage and drainage system. These two pyramids house the animals. While these two are for food and water. This little pyramid is the weaponry, it goes deep into the ground." Angela explained.

The flames shot out at the small pot that had the meal of roasting beef, the beef inside sizzled and cracked making errie sounds that sounded just like chiruping and clicking from a Yautja. Eyes, small and orange eyes, stared out at them hungrily. Angela was the closest to them, and they were slowly advancing towards her crouched body.

"Whose the youngest in your fathers clan?" Michael asked.
"A little female, her name is Loa'moti." Angela hissed.
"And whose the oldest?" Dutch asked.
"His name is Mal'ikob'ico." Angela growled.
"How old is he?" Michael asked.
"Two hundred and five." Angela hissed.
"And how old is the youngest?" Dutch asked.
"Thirty five." Angela growled.
"How long do you...they" Michael started.
"Records say between eight hundred and a thousand." Angela growled.
"Sure takes a while for them to mature." Dutch sighed.
"Yes, a hundred and twenty years to be exact." Angela hissed.
"Who lives in the palace besides your father?" Michael asked.
"Everyone does, the daughters stay in the Female Chamber while the sons stay in separate rooms at the bottom of the pyramid." Angela hissed.
"The female chamber, no other male is allowed in besides..." Dutch speculated.
"But my father." Angela finished. "The daughters stay on the top, by their fathers rooms, where there is heat and cool air ventilation. The sons stay on the bottum of the pyramid where there is less heat, but there is enough to keep them warm, and cool air ventilation. The daughters recieve the best care, because they are to birth the next generation." Angela explained.
"Sounds like a life fit for a king." Dutch sighed.
"Well, in the life of a clan the father is the king." Angela hissed. "While there is no queen."
"Amazing, wish we were like that." Michael sighed.
"You wish to mate with your daughters year in and year out?" Dutch gasped.
"I take back my last statement." Michael sighed.
"Which is why I left my fathers clan, to a human it sounds disgusting." Angela growled. "I am not the only one."
"You mean there are more hybrids?" Dutch exclaimed.
"Yes, five to each clan." Angela hissed. "But each has been living on Dacopse every since their birth."
"Dacopse?" Dutch repeated.
"My fathers planet." Angela growled. "Everyone quiet, we are being stalked."