Author's Note: I'm back. I guess some people are probably disappointed with my massive lack of updates, but since I have more free time on my hands I'm coming back and finishing this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the AvP universe except for the characters of this fan fiction.
Chapter 14
Reunion
(So you went and joined the marines?) Scar asked. They had moved to his chambers. Joshua was nervously glancing at the resin-covered walls.
"Yes, of course," Joshua replied. "It was my ambition after all."
(Of course,) Scar sighed. (And you're part of an elite bug-hunting unit.)
"Yes, I am," Josh replied slowly. "Are you going to kill me?"
Scar looked up in surprise. (Of course not. You're my friend and you're just following orders.)
"What about the rest of my squad?" Josh asked. "They're just following orders, too."
(They're not my friends though,) Scar said. (And we need hosts.)
Josh frowned. "Why don't you just give Leeson what he wants?!"
(Because he will blast us off the face of the planet if we do!) Scar roared back, causing Joshua to stumble back into the wall. (And I won't let what happened to me happen to anyone else.)
"But you're content with letting your kids burst out of people's chests," Joshua muttered.
(If you have another way for a xenomorph to be born, I'm all ears,) Scar said.
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Weyvin clicked tiredly as he walked through the jungle. His cloak was on and he was almost inaudible as he walked. His ship currently rested in the clearing ahead and was visible only to the yautja's eyes. He moved the ship every so often so the humans wouldn't accidentally find it. There actually was a cave system that would have made an ideal hiding place, but it was within the same cave the hive was set in and he doubted the xenomorphs would approve of his craft's presence and he wouldn't feel too comfortable being close to them.
The predator growled as three figures stepped out from the trees around him and he suddenly found himself surrounded. Weyvin glanced around at the three. He only recognized one of them, the large hulking predator in front of him. There was no mistaking the ornate, ridged mask.
"Jittearis," Weyvin growled. "What are you doing here?"
"You have been on this planet longer then you had originally planned," Jittearis replied. "Where are your brothers?"
"They died in the hunt," Weyvin replied. "They died honorably."
"I'm sure they did," Jittearis said. "And all of this time you have been trying to finish the hunt."
"It has been difficult," Weyvin said. He glanced at the other yautja, who were staring intensely at Weyvin. "Who are these two? And why do they not introduce themselves?"
"Silthen and Tiunes," Jittearis said gesturing to each as he said their name. "Bad blood hunters."
Weyvin couldn't stop himself from clicking in surprise. "And why are they here?"
"We have been here three of this planet's days," Silthen spoke up finally. "We've been following you."
"I see," Weyvin growled. "You don't find it strange that the kiande amedha have not attacked me?"
"You are associating with not one, but two prey species," Tiunes said. "You have lost your honor."
"My honor is intact!" Weyvin growled spinning to face the yautja.
"You are a lunatic and a disgrace to me," Jittearis growled.
"You thought I was a disgrace when I was born… father," Weyvin said, turning back to him.
"Yes, but now I will undo that mistake," Jittearis swung his arm up, his wrist blades popping free.
Weyvin extended his own blades and raised them to block the strike. His father swung again and Weyvin stepped out of range, backpedaling as his father advanced, swinging his wrist blades angrily.
He stopped as he reached a small clearing. The two bad blood hunters had followed, but they would not interfere yet. Not until Jittearis either corrected his mistake, or Weyvin defeated him.
Weyvin kicked Jittearis in the chest, sending the older hunter stumbling back. He stepped forward, swinging his wrist blades as he did. Jittearis parried the blow and slashed, opening a shallow wound in Weyvin's chest.
The young hunter growled as he withdrew his dagger from its sheath. "What's wrong, old timer? Is that all you have?"
Jittearis roared and lunged forward with his wrist blades. Weyvin knocked the blades aside with his dagger, stepping past Jittearis and slamming his elbow into the back of the hunter's head. Jittearis fell to his knees and Weyvin spun and raised his dagger. Jittearis dropped onto his stomach and rolled to the side as Weyvin plunged the dagger down, imbedding it in the soil.
Weyvin pulled the dagger up and turned to face his father. Jittearis delivered a kick to Weyvin's chest, sending him flying back and causing him to drop his dagger.
Jittearis bent down and picked up the dagger, examining it for a moment. "You do not deserve this weapon."
Weyvin roared in rage and grabbed a throwing star from his belt. He tossed the weapon with surprising accuracy, but his father leapt out of the way and the star imbedded itself in a tree next to one of the bad blood hunters. Silthen growled in amusement.
The old hunter leapt forward and swung the stolen dagger at Weyvin, who blocked with his wrist blades. He grabbed a second throwing star and extend the blades, swing it at Jittearis' neck, but the older hunter blocked with his wrist blades. They exchanged several more slashes before Weyvin landed a blow. He slashed the blades of his throwing star across his father's mask, leaving a long scratch in it.
The two combatants broke apart and glared at each other. Jittearis tossed Weyvin's dagger back at him, while Weyvin threw the throwing star. Jittearis' throw was nearly perfect, the dagger stabbed into Weyvin's chest, while the throwing star grazed Jittearis' side, leaving a large neon green wound.
Jittearis collapsed onto one knee, as Weyvin slowly pulled the dagger out of his chest. Silthen and Tiunes both stepped forward, ready to take over the fight.
Weyvin's plasma caster rose up over his shoulder and he fired several bursts at the bad blood hunters. They dived out of the way of the blue fireballs as Weyvin turned and ran.
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Scar led Joshua to a small chamber and told him to stay there, placing two of his drones outside the entrance as guards.
(Should we tell Xena that you're keeping a prisoner of war?) Snarl asked.
Scar sighed. (What she doesn't know can't hurt her.)
Snarl was silent for a moment. (If she finds out that we're keeping secrets from her…)
(If she knew about him, she'd just want to use him as a host,) Scar protested.
(Who says we shouldn't?) Snarl asked. (He's the enemy.)
(He's my friend!) Scar growled back.
(Are you sure?) Snarl asked calmly.
Scar paused and glanced back at the cavern.
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Weyvin hated running away, but he couldn't possibly have taken on two bad blood hunters with a fresh wound. He doubted that he could beat them without the knife wound either.
After all, they were trained to hunt other yautja. They could be watching him at this moment and he wouldn't realize until it was too late. He was well aware of the black and flesh colored creature watching him from a nearby tree branch though.
He set the medicomp down on the tree branch and hastily removed what he would need to treat his wound.
Erica watched as the predator removed a metal instrument which he promptly stabbed into his own chest. The hunter roared loudly in pain, causing the xenomorph to jump.