So after a long time I manged to get another chapter up. Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry for the wait. Please enjoy.

Chapter 11

Mine's Bigger Than Yours

Trak kept his eyes level with his father. The male was sitting behind his desk, constructed from the bones of a large creature. The first Head Elder had made it and all following ones had used it too.

Beside him stood Yeltra, his father's gahdi nevka. He was dressed much the same as Trak's own female though no strap across the chest. After all, Yeltra was a male. And both were currently eyeing him as he walked closer.

He finally came to a stop a bit from where the steps that led to the platform holding the desk started. The female, Airn, stopped so she was near enough for him to touch. She was playing her part well. Head down, but body ready to attack. She was waiting for something to happen before she reacted. Good female.

"What brings you here, my son? And trailing an ooman female no less." Trak could hear his father's talking as he looked up at the male sitting behind the desk. Much like Trak himself, his father was red but a much darker shade then Trak. His mandibles were tipped with gold and he had an impressive and personally made Combi-stick held in his hand decorated with skulls and other assorted things from his kills.

With a small bow at the waist Trak said, "I have claimed her as my gahdi nevka, Head Elder." He might be father any other time but within these walls he was Head Elder, nothing else. To call him another name was disrespect for his post. And death to the fool who did it.

He heard a growl from his father. More curious than anger. Still not a good sound. He could only imagine what was running through his female's mind at this moment. After all, she had no clue on their society. That growl could make her think death was coming.

At metal footsteps he looked to see his father walking down the platform steps, assorted decorations jingling, clanking and various other noises. He looked every part of Head Elder with gold crown plate on his head. He stood just slightly taller than Trak but was by far the more impressive of the two.

Yeltra followed right behind him, white eyes narrowed on Trak. The two of them had never really gotten along. Something about the little blue humanoid just irked him. It might be the fact that his father prized Trak more than he did his gahdi nevka. After all, what was a first-born son to even honor? Eventually Trak's father would die and he would be left the command of his clan.

"You claim her, this ooman female, as your gahdi nevka?" the Head Elder demanded, eying Trak with narrowed crimson eyes. His father's grip was tight on the Combi-stick, claws looking deadly wicked.

Trak was about to answer when he saw Yeltra circling the female, white eyes roaming over her body. She was tense as she watched the creature circle her. He could tell she was trying to assess the threat of Yeltra as the creature circled.

Breathe in and breathe out. Concentrate on that. Don't worry about the scary ass creatures that want nothing more than to wrap a hand around your throat and watch you die. Focus on the large red back walking towards the big scary desk as far from possible from the door.

Least that's what she thought until she noticed the blue thing circling her. So this was what it felt like to be in the middle of a shark circling? Hell, sharks didn't have a tooth on these creatures. Not so much the blue thing but every other seven foot and higher scaly bastard in the room.

It was slightly shorter than her, humanoid in appearance. Its eyes—four eyes! We're talking one, two, three FOUR!—were just white but she could feel it's stare roaming over her body. Sent those freaky you-know-someone-is-watching-you-in-a-stalker-fashion chills up her spine. She figured it was male considering it only had a loincloth of white on. Its hair was sliver and long, falling to its butt.

A gold crown, much like the on she was wearing decorated its hairline where two horns covered in gold curled out. While he had a smile on his blue face the teeth within the mouth were pearly white and fucking dagger like. Next time she went through evolution she was demanding dagger pearlies!

Trak growled something, making her glance up from her head bent position. "Don't bow down to Yeltra. He is not above you," Gyd thankfully translated. Where would she be without the intelligent creature? Probably still pinned to the wall, fighting against a very annoyed Trak…or worse.

Assuming the blueberry thing was Yeltra—who else would it be—she stood up to her full height. Yeltra, as his name was, let out a very nasty hiss as he got in front of her.

Haha. She was taller than it.

"You test your limits human." He honestly sounded like you'd think a snake would talk like, drawing out all the S. To a point you wanted to smack him. Or ask if he was in any was related to Lord Voldemort. Sorry, Harry Potter flash there.

"How exactly am I doing that?" she demanded, arms crossed over her chest. She could play who's the bitch here anytime…as long as it wasn't with one of the Yautja females. They just kinda scared the tar out of her.

"You dare to look at those far above you." He took a step as he spoke, putting him slightly to the right. She followed him with her eyes. "You are trying to be something you'll never have a chance at being." Step. Follow. "You're dressing as though you deserve the title of gahdi nevka." Step. Follow. "And you have angered my master, something you should never do."

By this point he was behind her. She could feel the creepy vibes through her skin. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see him launching those nasty dentals at her neck. So she did what any respectable girl would do at that moment.

Mule kicked him in the balls.

Just lifted her foot and sent it careening back into the stick and ball combo right between the legs that she was pretty sure he had. And boy did it have them. Yeltra let out a high-pitched moan that made Airn pretty damn sure if there was glass in the room, it was broken.

She heard a collective growl from the males in the room, including Trak. Yeltra fell to the floor, clutching his damaged goods. It was a real relief to learn that worked even on an alien planet. Useful knowledge for later.

"You little unworthy filthy bitch," Yeltra hissed as he stood up. "How dare you attack me? Don't you know who I am?"

She turned so that she was facing him, hands on her hips. So she had turned her back on both of the Yautja. She didn't care. This little blue nightmare was getting on her fucking nerves. Attacking him? HA! More like he hadn't gotten his snack for the day and was pissed at the ruined opportunity.

And the fact he might not be able to piss for a while.

"I attack you? You're the one that tried to get a little neck action with those damn teeth of yours. Don't even try to pull that shit. You attack me, you'd better expect to get retaliation!"

As Yeltra opened his mouth to say something unpleasant the large crimson creature gave a few short, angry sounding clicks. Shut Mr. Blue right up. Damn she wished she could do that!

She turned back to face the creature. He wasn't much bigger than Trak; a few inches or so. But he was way older than her creature. He was a dark crimson color with red belly. He was wearing dark armor decorated with wonderfully gruesome skeleton bits. The kind he was just soooooo proud of that he wanted everyone to see and sort of made everyone cringe at the thought of how he had gotten them. His dreadlocks actually were gray in color, really letting on about his age. She didn't know what the number was but it had to be way up there.

He then clicked something at Trak, who responded with a slight bow of the head before gesturing to her. A glance was all she got before a whole clicking conversation started. It reminded her of a tennis match. One click here and then it was the other. Back and forth back and forth.

"Female!" Crimson Belly shouted at her in Chinese. She was sure it was the Head Elder but the nicknames were sooooooooo much more fun!

"Yes Head Elder?" You know, all this Chinese getting thrown around here really made her thankful she had convinced herself to take those classes in college. She had thought it was just be a good thing to put on her resume. Turns out it was a pretty widely spoken language on an alien planet. Bet the Chinese would have hey day with that fact!

"My son has told me that he has claimed you as his gahdi nevka. That you are a very skilled fighter for a human, managing to take down an Uzmega and a Blooded warrior and have powerful spirit. That he wishes me to make it official and allow you to proceed with the Trials."

Wait…son? This was Trak's father? No wonder he had been nervous about meeting with the Head Elder. This was his freaking daddy that he was trying to impress…with a human female. Okay. Either Trak was suicidal or he was raving lunatic. Even she wouldn't have done something like this! And she'd gone swimming with Great Whites for kicks and giggles!

She heard clanking of those huge ass metal boots as he walked in front of her. A mental picture of her head under that boot made her want to grimace. She made sure her eyes were all but glued to the pretty sparkly marble on the floor.

"Look at me, human." Ugh. Here we go again!

She met his eyes and wasn't surprised when they were the same color as Trak. But there was no warmth behind them. Man, if only Trak could be standing next to her. Instead he was about five feet away, probably wanting to hit himself for making such a stupid choice on his gahdi nevka.

A dark crimson hand with black talons gripped her chin. Any other situation she would have kneed him in the nuts too. Hadn't they ever heard of the word gently? G-E-N-T-L-Y! She was getting bruises from all this man—well, lizard—handling.

The sunset eyes got narrow as he looked over her face, marks and all. She had to wonder what he saw when he looked at her. She knew what she saw looking at him. Power. Control. Slight curiosity. But what did he see in her face? Fear? Uncertainty? Determination? The fighting spirit every other Yautja seemed to sense?

Trak knew not to disturb his father. If he did the male would most likely just kill the female and then Trak for his insolence of putting their family mark on a pathetic ooman female. No, he stood where he was, watching as the crimson Yautja observed the female's reactions.

And he was quite proud of how the female had reacted to Yeltra. He had been able to tell she was nervous about the blue humanoid. Her eyes had sought him out, asking what she should do. She had relied on his command before even reacting. And when Yeltra had attacked she hadn't tried to beat the creature, as he probably would have. Especially attacking from the back. One blow and Yeltra had been down.

Now her green orbs were staring at his father with such emotion. She was frightened of him but her body didn't shake. He truly hoped he had made the best choice in his gahdi nevka.

"Do you think she is the best choice, my son?" his father growled, not taking his eyes of the inspection. He was now lifting the ooman's arm and twirling the girl. His Airn didn't look like she cared for it much but wasn't trying to stop him.

"Yes," he nodded. "She is a powerful warrior. She took down both an Uzmega and a Blooded warrior. I think she is the best choice for me."

"She shows great promise. I can see the fear in her eyes, it grips her, but she doesn't run away from me. Is this for her or your benefit? I wonder if she will listen to your commands as Yeltra does with me?" That was part of being a gahdi nevka, they were there to serve the warrior in every command.

Even Trak had to pause at that. "She will, but Gyd must translate for me, Head Elder."

Gyd instantly looked at him, ready for him to speak. Even the female seemed to sense something was about to happen. Her eyes turned towards him.

"No," the Head Elder shook his head. "She must be commanded from our own language not her filthy guttural one."

Oh c'jit. The ooman didn't understand his language. Gyd's expression about summed up how he was feeling. The female was going to be killed on the spot a second before he was if she didn't understand his command. Her eyes watched him for a second before she seemed to realize some serious shit was going down.

"Come to me, female," he clicked and hoped to Paya she understood him.

The female looked up at his father and said something in Cheen'ese. His father released her hand. The female drifted smoothly over to him, her sandals the only noise on the marble. He put his hand on her waist as she settled on the right of him. He could feel her comfort as she leaned herself against his body.

"A simple command," his father said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Don't insult yourself, my son."

"Female, take my dagger to the Head Elder and show your respect to him." This was going to be the end. The female couldn't have any idea what he had just said. His honor was going to die as her lifeblood splattered the sparkling floor.

Then he felt her hand take his sacred dagger, the one from his chiva, out of his belt. She then walked towards his father and dipped into a bow he had no idea where she had learned it. The dagger was held up in her hands, her face towards the ground, feet presented in the intricate pattern.

His father took the dagger before the female walked back to his side. All right, getting stabbed in the stomach by a hard meat would have been a less of a surprise. He watched as his father nodded his head before tossing the dagger back to him.

"I shall enjoy seeing her go through the Trials." With that he walked to his desk again, Yeltra following right behind him.

Trak put his hand on her hips once again. Then walked straight out of the gathering room, out to the stream capsules with Gyd right behind her. When they stepped into it his female pressed against him, hiding her face in his abs.

"How did she manage to understand me?" Trak asked, stroking her hair.

Gyd gave a twirl of a chuckle. "She looked at me and I pointed her way before any one noticed."

Well…that made sense. His female was smarter that he thought. She was going to make his life very interesting from here on out.

Chapter 11