Although Angela wasn't interested in learning her fathers culture, she was forced to listen. Paeot'bi read off a long list of ancestors from which her father was a son or brother to. Angela learned that her fathers father was still alive and was living alongside his sons villiage with his clan. Yolit'ger's mother had died a few years ago and had been burried a few yards from where Yolit'ger and a few other of his siblings were born. Yolit'ger's fathers name was Zvolen'icoz and his mothers name was Bortei'so.
"Our grandfather is a worthy hunter." Paeot'bi said. "I've seen him."
"Our father learned everything from him." Gareto'me said. "Amazing isn't it?"
"Yeah, amazing." Angela hissed.
"I suppose you don't believe us." Paeot'bi said. "You'll see for yourself very soon."
"Father is going out hunting tonight." Gareto'me sighed. "Wish I could go."
"I suppose that is were he gets so many of his scars." Angela hissed.
"Most of those are from fights." Gareto'me retorted.
"He has to defend our clan." Paeot'bi said. "Many males out there want it."
"Has he ever lost this clan?" Angela asked.
"No, he's never lost any of the fights." Paeot'bi said.
Although he was clan leader, Yolit'ger was never allowed inside the city palace on the other side of the planet. The reason for this was because he was to young and had only been clan leader for a few hundred years. To be considered a real leader, he needed to lead his clan for four hundred years. Zvolen'icoz had kicked Yolit'ger out of his clan when he had proven himself a worthy hunter and learner. After walking about in the forest for a month he decided to steal a few females from the neighboring clans. The first few were easy, but he was caught after the fifth and forced to return them. Afterwards he wondered around until he found the place that the villiage now stood. Sleeping alongside the river was a female, and he took her as his own. She birthed his first child seven months later.
"The first child born was Mal'ikob'ico." Paeot'bi said. "His mother was Moa'lisca."
"She's still with us." Gareto'me sighed. "Her present child is Loa'moti."
"We'll now go on with your history." Paeot'bi said.
Angela found out that her mothers name was Susan Elizabeth Leeds, a protestant woman with brown eyes and blonde hair who was five foot five inches tall and athletic based. Susan had been caught in the fields at night chasing her small Yorkshire terrier. She had remained untouched for five months, then one day she was pregnant. Her first child was a boy and he lived only a few hours. Her second child was a girl and she was a stillborn. She miscarried a set of twins in 1851, then a daughter was born on 1856. The daughter lived for only a month then died. Afterwards she was artificially inseminated and went to term. She died giving birth.
"Your mother, from what it says here, was a fighter." Paeot'bi said.
"She fought all the way to the end." Gareto'me sighed.
"Guess that's were I get my fighting edge." Angela rasped.
"Actually, you recieved that from father." Gareto'me said.
"All of his children have a fighting edge." Paeot'bi said.
"You are no exception." Gareto'me hissed.
They studied for a few hours then departed, Yolit'ger walked in and personally escorted her out of her room. The hallway was white tiled and the walls were blue, gold chandeliers hung from the yellow ceiling and sent soft white light out onto the floor. There was a red carpet that covered some stairs that spiraled up and out of sight. The railing was silver. The door that Yolit'ger opened was a heavy brown mahogany door with a gold doorknob.
"You are to take the test here." Yolit'ger said.
"Why are they here?" Angela asked.
"You aren't the only one taking the test Ang'liton." Yolit'ger said. "You can take that desk over there."
Angela walked over to the desk and sat down slowly, three of her sisters glanced back at her and Paeot'bi flashed her a thumbs up. Swallowing hard, she watched as a heavy booklet was layed infront of her. Slowly opening it, she read out the first question and answered it correctly. Three hours later she was done and her test was being graded. Paeot'bi and Gareto'me waited behind her.
"You passed with flying colors." Yolit'ger said.
"Cool." Angela thought. "What does that mean?"
"That you have proved yourself to me that you are a good learner." Yolit'ger said. "Next."
Dutch and Michael heard the news and were somewhat happy, both had already figured that she would pass the test. Dutch was clothed in a brown loin cloth, the same as Michael's, only his was longer and a darker shade. Both had been ushered into the pyramid palace with blindfolds over their eyes. Sitting in front of them was Yolit'ger, and Angela was glaring at him from the other side of the room.
"Come closer humans." Yolit'ger said.
"Father, they do have names you know." Angela rasped.
"Silence my dear." Yolit'ger hissed.
"Why were we brought here?" Dutch asked.
"Yeah, I thought we were to rott in that prison cell." Michael joked.
"You will be given salvage here, as long as you obey my orders." Yolit'ger said.
"And if we don't obey your orders." Dutch hissed.
"Why should we follow by your rules?" Michael asked.
"Because if you don't, I'll either sell or behead you." Yolit'ger rasped.
"Fair enough." Dutch sighed.
"As long as I can keep my head." Michael said.
"Good, bring my a cup of c'ntlip." Yolit'ger ordered.
Dutch went and fetched the bottle, which was huge, while Michael went and collected the large glass cup that Yolit'ger was to use. Dutch poured the drink slowly, he had to hold onto the bottle with two hands, and watched as the purple liquid gurgled up to the top. Michael then carried the cup to Yolit'ger and he took it. Both backed off and watched as the large Yautja's eyes glowed with fire.
"Very good, you have proven yourselves." Yolit'ger said. "Ang'liton."
"Yes father." Angela rasped.
"Take these two to their chambers." Yolit'ger said.
"Oh I would, only I have no idea where they are." Angela snarled.
"Here, I made this map for you." Yolit'ger said. "Do not lose it."
Angela led Dutch and Michael up the stairs and through the long hallways, following the map to the T. Michael's room was small, but he liked it. The first thing he did was slam the door in Angela's face and go to bed. Angela then led Dutch to his room, he was more polite and allowed her to say goodbye and wish him well. Following the map back, she stopped and looked out the window. The suns were setting and it was a mavelous sight.
"Beautiful isn't it." Hec'itos'lobo asked.
"Very." Angela rasped.
"It's much better when you watch it while you are outside." Hec'itos'lobo said.
"I bet it is." Angela rasped.
"Tomorrow, you'll be given the grand tour." Hec'itos'lobo said.
"Can't wait." Angela yawned.
"Get to bed you two." Yolit'ger ordered.
"Right away father." Hec'itos'lobo saluted.
Angela walked off in a daze, barely noticing that she was lost. There was a noise and she stopped. The sound was a click and it came from the left. Slowly pressing her ear to a door, she started opening it. She had it all the way open and was looking in at her father who had unclothed himself. He looked at her shockily.
"Are you lost dear?" Yolit'ger asked.
"N...well yes." Angela sighed.
"Your room is over there." he said.
"Thanks, um goodnight." Angela giggled.
"Goodnight dear." Yolit'ger said. "See you in the morning."
Dutch woke up early and quickly found out that the suns were already rising above the trees. The rays that the suns gave off warmed him up quickly. Yawning loudly, he walked towards the door and tried to open it. Amazingly, it was unlocked. He walked out and looking to his right, he saw Michael walking towards him with two trays. Obviously Michael was hard at work, so Dutch offered some help and Micheal willingly gave him one of the trays.
"Yolit'ger isn't awake yet, but I plan on buttering him up." Michael said.
"A good plan, but not a good one." Dutch replied. "It might not work."
"It'll work, it always works." Michael whispered.
"Yolit'ger is of an advanced species, he'll know." Dutch thought.
Slowly opening Yolit'ger's bedroom door, Michael walked in. Yolit'ger was sleeping on his side and was silently snoring away. Leaving the tray at his bedside, Michael left and silently closed the door behind him. Next they went to Angela. They had to knock on her door lightly, after the third knock it was opened.
"You know how early it is?" Angela growled.
"Yeah, dawn." Michael said. "Here, breakfest."
"Precisely." Angela hissed. "Usually Yautja don't wake up until after the suns are high above."
"That's good then, plenty of time for us to talk." Michael said.
"Tell us, what have you learned." Dutch said.
"I learned that my fathers father is still alive." Angela rasped. "He lives over there."
"Your fathers father must be old." Dutch sighed.
"Yes, over five hundred years." Angela rasped.
Cereal, bread and milk was on one side of the tray, while on the other side was fruit and some light meat. Angela finished it all in half an hour, between talkings. There was a sound from outside, Dutch and Michael glanced towards the door as it was opened and Yolit'ger walked in. Yolit'ger was wearing a red robe, a white sash drew it in close. Once he saw Michael and Dutch, he growled.
"What are you two doing in my daughters room?" Yolit'ger growled.
"We were giving Angela her breakfest sir." Dutch said.
"Who?" Yolit'ger asked.
"Your daughter, we were giving your daughter her breakfest." Michael said.
"Leave now, I'll deal with you two later on today." Yolit'ger ordered.
Dutch and Michael left the room in a hurry and left Angela behind. Yolit'ger walked towards her and flattened her to her side. He spread her legs out wide and checked her. She roared in anger and kicked him off of her. Yolit'ger stood up slowly and laughed. Angela was standing, but he could tell that she had no clue as to what to do next. He smiled, then walked towards her slowly. He placed his hand on her shoulder and gently shook it in greeting. He then left and Angela was left alone.
Angela's room was pink colored, with a red carpet and accessories. There was a red dresser, with a mirror shaped like a heart connected to it tightly, sitting off to the side with numerous brushes and hair pins scattered around on the top. Angela walked towards it and gently sat down on the white topped stool. She picked up a brush and started using it. After brushing her hair she rummaged through the drawers and found that they were all full of loin cloths and bra pieces just the right size to fit her.
A white Armoire was the next thing that caught her attention, the left side door was open and a flash of gold was seen. She walked towards it and opened it the rest of the way and squealed in delight. The gold tooth and skull necklace that she had asked for while in space was hanging from a hook. Alongside it was a solid gold necklace, six strands total, that made her eyes water with tears. An ermerald and ruby bracelet, zircon ring and another gold necklace hung underneath these.
Images of herself as an infant, a two year and three year old hung from the wall. Above her bedframe was a picture of her father holding her after she was born, surrounded by his sons and daughters. She was small, and almost bald except for a tiny fluff of black hair sticking up from atop her head. Both of her eyes were shut, and her mouth was open. The curtains billowed and she walked towards them. Swiftly drawing them back, she looked out into the early day.
A garden was underneath her window and the gentle smell drifted up to her nostrils. Red, yellow and purple flowers bobbed in the gentle breeze and tall Flyeaters snapped at the pesky flies flying around. Opening the window, Angela stepped out and onto the balcony. She saw a pool, a crystal blue pool of water shimmering in the early sunlight, located to the right side of the garden. On the left side of the garden, there was another garden. This one grew medical herbs, potion plants and plants that oozed blue slime that healed cuts quickly. Sighing to herself, Angela turned around and walked right into Yolit'ger.
Dutch and Michael were ordered to clean the outside windows and they were more then willing to do it. Yolit'ger had given them a strict warning that if he was to see them in his daughters room again, he'd castrate them. Their first impression of the palace was stunning. The palace was huge, golden-white in color with flowers and vines growing everywhere. A garden and a pool were on the right side of the palace side by side.
"Oh it's such a beautiful day." Michael sang.
"The best day for lying among the flowers and singing." Dutch sighed.
"What?" Michael said. "Don't go loco on me now."
"I won't." Dutch promised.
"Hey look," Michael exclaimed. "Whose that?"
Angela was slowly backing away from the Yautja infront of her, she had mistaken him for her father. Yolit'ger was sitting on her bed, looking at her with sly eyes and a half smile. There was another male staring at her, he looked much older than the other male and her father. Yolit'ger stood up when he heard Angela's gasps for breath.
"Ang'liton, come here." Yolit'ger said.
"She's a little bony in the legs." Zvolen'icoz said.
"But she has some good muscle in her stomach and shoulders though." Elder Yeron'eri said.
Zvolen'icoz was a tall Yautja with long blond dreadlocks and orange eyes, he had passed these onto Yolit'ger and many other of his sons and daughters. His skin was green, and slimy. He had muscle on his chest, shoulders and legs. His arms were scar encrusted and rippling in skin deep gentle muscle.
Elder Yeron'eri was a medium sized Yautja male with a gently sloping waist with muscle on his chest, arms and shoulders. He had a red cape that came all the way down to his ankles, a red loin cloth with a matching red skull hung low over his groin. He was missing three fingers on his left hand and a scar ran from his wrist to his elbow.
"Ready her for examination." Elder Yeron'eri bellowed.
"Right away?" Yolit'ger saluted.