Ok everybody here it is, like I promised, Part 2.
Enjoy :)
The Paths Align Pt2
"HOW MUCH LONGER IS THIS GONNA FUCKING TAKE!?" the rookie shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Depends, when are you going to grow a sack and learn patience?" Sasha asked rhetorically.
"The both of you, Shut up! You're going to lead every fucking Bug on this ship straight to us if you don't settle down" Baako ordered.
The team had been travelling not stop for hours, it was probably their fifth or sixth day since they lost the Major. It was starting to get hard to tell how long they were on this ship for, time didn't work the same as the ship worked on a different time zone than what they were used to, not to mention everything that had happened so far was starting to chip away at the team's minds.
Baako really didn't like having to be the commanding officer of the team, he was always more comfortable having Erik lead the way, he was much more of a 'you point to it and ill slit its throat' kind of guy, not the type to make complicated decisions or formulate strategies. Being a Myrmidon Captain he could defiantly do that, he just didn't like doing it, he was much more comfortable throwing his knives.
Vlad pretty much felt exactly the same in the matter, he trusted Baako, sure. He didn't have a problem with the chain of command, but Erik was defiantly more experienced at leading while Baako wasn't as quick of a thinker. Vlad then again wasn't the thinking type, he was more of a combatant, in both their minds they were the weapons that Erik would utilize with his strategic mind in order to get full use out of.
Then again, it would take a genius to get Sasha off the Rookie's back for once. Over the many missions that the team had together, the female Myrmidon still had yet to warm up to the Rookie. Then again the team understood that he could be quite hard to get used to, especially since he didn't exactly have the best brain inside his cranium, this was proven by his many blunders not only on the battlefield but on leave as well as he would make horrible mistakes like accidently knocking over Han's Sake reserves and replacing it with water, hoping he would not know the difference. Han however was much more understanding and forgiving, however Michaels life would be on the line when he did the same with Vlad and Sasha's 100% homemade Vodka…they weren't Zen masters like Han was.
Wasn't that an interesting day?
"The kid has a point though. It's starting to get very tiring to see nothing but the same stretch of hallway with an occasional body every once and a while" Ramirez agreed, his rifle leaning on his shoulder. Baako understood what Ramirez was saying but recognised what he was really saying, as a Sniper he wasn't very fond of shouting and arguing and so Baako decided to do what Erik decided to do in moments such as this.
"Right you are, Archer, Ronin. Scout ahead and see what you can find" Baako ordered.
"Yes, sir" both the Spanish and Japanese Myrmidon replied as they dashed off into the distance at a near superhuman level. Ramirez holding his rifle while Han kept a hold of his sheathed Katana, the two of them could be a deadly pair with Ramirez's long range skills and Hanzo's deadly close combat techniques.
"Well, I guess that will ease things down a little" Baako spoke, making it clear that he wasn't pleased with the ruckus that the others were making.
This left Baako, Vlad, Sasha and Michael by themselves as Han and Ramirez sprinted further down the hallways. Myrmidons that belonged to the same group for a long time weren't exactly known for having long conversations with each other, after a while a group of well-trained Myrmidons weren't like other military groups that humans produced. If any one group of human military were to be compared with Myrmidons, one would say that the SAS were the most similar. Like the SAS, Myrmidons were trained to work not as a group but as a single unit that would adapt to any and all situations when needed, to the point where spoken language was no longer needed and it seemed like the Myrmidons could read each other's minds.
This is why it would be strange to see Han and Ramirez running at a break back pace almost in complete synch with their steps and pace. The Japanese and Spanish Myrmidons had been working in the same team for years, and both of them were the calibre of soldiers that would put the elite of earth's past to shame. This was one of the things that made it difficult for regular humans to see Myrmidons as anything but living, breathing weapons. Though Han, Ramirez and the others had lost enough to consider that being something not human was worth the chance of revenge.
"Remind me again, how long is this fucking ship?" Michael asked, his feet getting weary of the seemingly endless ground beneath them.
Vlad smirked behind his visor, he imagined the look on the rookie's face when they told him the sheer length of the ship. Vlad had learned to appreciate the little things like that after so long.
"About 7000 miles long" Sasha replied flatly.
If any of the Myrmidons could see the Rookie's face, they would have seen the look of complete and utter shock upon his face. The Rookie didn't make a sound and simply lowered his head like a sad puppy. The others knew that the Rookie wasn't used to such long treks, even after a year with them he wasn't on the same level as the others in terms of experience. Though like every Myrmidon in their team, the Rookie had to get broken in like a pair of brand new shoes.
"Well, at least it wasn't as bad as that time on LV212, am I right Baako?" Vlad asked.
"Oh god, don't remind me. I'm still trying to forget that place" Baako replied with a smirk.
Though just as Baako's mind went back to the good times that the team had shared with each other, he suddenly heard the sound of his com radio buzzing in his ear. The Kenyan Myrmidon switched his radio on the receiving end, waiting for the reply.
"Sir, we have a problem" Hanzo's voice whispered on the other side of the radio.
"What is it Ronin?" Baako replied, holding up his hand in a 'halt' motion. The other Myrmidons stopping in their tracks.
"I think it would be better if you come and see for yourself, trust me…it'll be worth it" Hanzo spoke with a very quiet voice. Now Baako was downright curious about what made Hanzo so cautious.
It didn't take Baako and the other long to catch up with Han and Ramirez. Though not running as top speed, the Myrmidons were careful to make the least amount of sound as possible as they made their approach. Ramirez and Hanzo were crouching low behind a sizeable pile of wreckage, mostly scrap metal and smashed open cargo crates. Clever how the black colour of the Myrmidon armour made stealth relatively easy when the shadows made them nigh invisible.
Baako quietly approached the two and the team soon found themselves crouched behind the pile of wreckage, all the while being extra careful not to create a racket by hitting all the scrap metal in the pile.
"What's the situation?" Baako whispered the Spanish Myrmidon.
"You can't see them? Switch to thermals" Ramirez spoke as quietly as he could.
The Kenyan Myrmidon switched the vision on his helmet to Infrared and slowly but surely, peeked over the pile of waste to see what it was that set Hanzo on edge.
A sight that humans hadn't seen for a long time.
A Full size Yautja Hunting party of about 10 Yautja at least, gathered around some pressure doors. The Kenyan Myrmidon quickly took account of the Yautja and their gear; they seemed fairly well armed with every one of them having at least one Plasma Caster mounted on their shoulders, they wore armour that seemed to cover their bodies fairly well while it was hard to tell what kind of melee weapons they had equipped.
None of the Myrmidons understood Yautja in the slightest so all they could hear were words that sounded like gibberish with the occasional clicks and growls thrown into the mix. By the looks of things it looked like they were having trouble figuring out how to open up the pressure doors. Not very surprising seeing as how Pressure doors such as the ones they were looking at were pretty much nigh impenetrable without the correct authorization codes or hacking skills and a shit tonne of time.
"What the fuck are Yautja doing on the ship?" Sasha exclaimed as quietly as she could.
"No idea, but it doesn't look like we are getting any further without crossing paths with them" Baako uttered almost silently.
"What makes you come to that conclusion?" Michael asked with a whisper.
"That door is at the end of a two pronged fork. If we want to progress we have to get through those doors and that means…" Baako whispered.
"We have to get past them" Ramirez finished Baako's sentence.
"There are 6 of us and 10 of them, they outnumber us and probably outmatch us" Sasha whispered.
"We don't necessarily have to fight them. Remember the treaty that we have? I doubt the Yautja would carelessly try to pick a fight with us for no reason" Michael said.
"Right now rookie, those agreements and the treaty don't mean shit. Right now the only thing stopping those Yautja from killing us all and taking our heads is this wall of scrap" Sasha whispered back.
"Those Yautja should know better than to mess with us though, it was Myrmidons that made the war even after all" Vlad whispered. His statement was true, without the Myrmidons the human race would have been crushed by the Yautja's both physical and technological superiority.
"Guys…all this thinking about how a fight may end doesn't change the fact that there are ten fully grown Yautja hunters stood between us and our mission" Baako whispered.
"Well…one way or another, we aren't getting out of this by sitting on our asses" Sasha spoke quietly, readying her Shotgun.
"Hey, are you guys sure we are have to do this?" Michael asked. The Rookie did have a point, as picking a fight with a bunch of Yautja never really ended well. Then again they did have the element of surprise. Baako just tried to think 'what would the Major do?' this line of thought wouldn't really help in this situation as Baako and Erik thought almost completely different in situations like this.
Michael took a deep yet silent breath as Baako pondered what cause of action to take. But as the Rookie took said deep breath, he leaned back and…
*CLANG!*
The back of his helmet impacted against a sheet of metal, resulting in a loud metallic clang that made all the Myrmidon's snap their heads in his direction.
"…." Michael had a look of complete and utter shock on his face.
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…
The complete and utter silence wasn't exactly comforting as even the clicking and growls of the Yautja had ceased.
"…..God….dammit rookie" Vlad wanted to shout, but instead this only flew by as a thought as making a single sound would probably alert the Yautja even further as to their location.
The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife, the sound of armoured feet slowly clanking against the steel ground and bladed slowly being unsheathed could be heard. The Yautja were defiantly getting ready for something, and the Myrmidons all unanimously decided 'fuck it'
The Myrmidons quickly and sharply stood up from their cover until it was waist high, Vlad leaned his minigun on the side of the wreckage as support as the others pointed their primary firearms at where the Yautja would be.
Only the Yautja weren't standing out in the open like Baako expected them to be.
The Yautja had crouched behind the waist high barricades that had been set up previously. Their cloaking had been turned off and their plasma caster laser sights pointed at the Myrmidons. The one that looked most like their leader had a cybernetic arm and a crimson cape draped around his shoulders, as if the cape wasn't enough, he had a very ornate mask with Yautja markings covering almost every square inch.
Their leader and Baako would have made eye contact if both of them weren't wearing their respective masks or helms. Baako heard the low growl that the leader gave before he raised his hand as if ready to signal an attack. These Yautja weren't like the traditional hunters, hunters in the past didn't take cover in a battle.
The Lead Yautja growled lowly before he dropped his arm sharply, giving out a loud roar of aggression. Baako quickly countered as he loudly announced his orders to the other Myrmidons.
"TAKE COVER!" Baako shouted as the many sounds of plasma casters rippled through the air with their signature whip cracking sound. Blue plasma bolts raced through the air towards the Myrmidons, threatening to kill them all. The Black clad soldiers quickly dropped behind cover as the bolts raced past them.
"Well….looks like we're fighting" Vlad said at room volume. Wasn't any point whispering now that there were Plasma bolts whizzing past them every second.
"Safeties off!" Baako ordered as the Myrmidons did as commanded.
"Ready to give em Hell?!" Baako shouted.
"Yes sir!"
"Then blow the fuckers away!" Vlad roared as he shot up and unloaded his Minigun in the direction of the Yautja. The other got up only high enough to lean their pulse rifles on the side of their cover, also unloading shells at the Yautja.
The room was filled with the sounds of the Plasma Casters whip cracking and the iconic sound of the Myrmidon's Pulse rifles, along with the roaring rattling of Vlad's Minigun and the high impact sounds of Sasha's shotgun and Ramirez's sniper rifle.
Chaos in perhaps its most defined form.
Meanwhile nearer the front section of the ship. A lone Black Yautja was pushing a cargo cart, carrying two 6 foot long bags. The hall he was pushing it down seemed relatively empty, the only sounds echoing through the hall being the sound of his footsteps and the wheels of the cart against the metallic floor beneath him.
Na'Yal remained cautious as he slowly pushed the cart down the hall, he was not very familiar with using such contraptions for such simple tasks, and then again this wasn't a simple task he was taking.
'Just keep walking, you are simply carrying out Lord Ma'zax's orders. You are not doing anything suspicious, simply taking out the waste' Na'Yal thought to himself as he continued to push the cart down the hallway.
That is when he noticed two very well equipped Hunters also walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. The Hunters were not elites or even Veterans, but the Black Yautja equivalent of grunts, probably on their way to get something to eat or were on patrol. More likely for the former.
Na'Yal hoped that the two large Hunters would simply pass him by and pay him no mind. Hell they usually did, even when he wasn't preoccupied with his menial tasks. Being the son of their leader didn't matter as it was perfectly clear to all of Ma'zax's men that he didn't give two shits about his Bastard son or what the Hunters did to him. Hell Ma'zax probably wished one of them would rid him the walking reminder of his shame.
But then again the Hunters on board would probably see Na'Yal as something beneath them, and tormenting him would only give the smallest of joys. A bastard dwarf Black Yautja was lesser than a worm to the Hunters, Elder's son or not.
To Na'Yal's everlasting relief, the two Hunters passed him completely by. They were having a conversation about the females they had waiting back home, luckily for Na'Yal when Black Yautja males began talking about their mates…they just couldn't stop.
It wasn't that long until the young Yautja made it towards the armoury, luckily for him the Twins who usually made this their territory were out hunting the survivors of the ship. The sound of the cart was the only one being made apart from the jangling of metal chains that acted as restraints to stop the heavier weapons from cluttering up the floor.
The young Black Yautja finally came to a large black locker marked 'officer access only' with a security retina scanner, handprint scanner and voice recognition system. Whatever was in said locker was very important and reserved for the Captain's only.
Na'Yal looked around for any watchers or any other Hunter who may have just been curious about the chosen dwelling of the Pale twins. The coast seemed clear as the small Yautja unzipped the bags and emptied the living contents onto the floor.
"Agh! God, be careful for fuck's sake!" Grey angrily whispered as he hit his head against the floor roughly.
"Ugh! Da…I agree with Grey" Azarov agreed with her superior, being stuffed in a bag and being dumped out like garbage wasn't exactly a dignified or comfortable way of escape.
"I apologize, but there wasn't any other way without it looking too suspicious" Na'Yal replied.
"Well, maybe this stuff will make it a bit easier to move around" Grey said as he walked over to the large black locker and went through the security precautions, leaning forward and letting the eye scanner do its job, he put his hand print on the second scanner and it read positive before he leaned towards the voice scanner.
"Grey, Captain Nathanial Idris" Grey spoke clearly into the scanner as the light turned green.
"Idris?" Na'Yal asked with a tilted head. He always thought Oomans only had two names, a clan name and a given name.
"My middle name, most humans have them" Grey replied. Remembering how his mother and father gave him his middle name after the 21st century actor whom they said he had the spitting resemblance to.
The black locker hissed as it opened, slowly and steadily it revealed many items that colonial marines would drool at. Experimental weapons, pulse grenades, lightweight polymer alloy body armour that brought a grin to Grey's face, a smirk to Azarov's face and a tilt to Na'Yal's head.
"Oh Captain…where did you get these?" Azarov asked, her inner soldier drooling like a maniac.
"I have connections in USNC Spec Ops, they owed me a favour" Grey replied as he walked over to the locker and began to load up. Grey first of all needed to replace his ruined and worn clothes with some officer's battle gear, stored away for such an occasion.
The two officers were absolutely fine with changing in public, Na'Yal of course, being the timid sort, turned around and let them have their privacy.
"So Grey, what's the plan? Get off the ship with some Myrmidon aid?" Azarov asked.
"I'm the Captain of this ship, I won't let the Asclepheus stay in the hands of that maniac for much longer" Grey said. At that moment Na'Yal's eyes widened and he spun around in shock.
"You…you cannot be serious!" Na'Yal exclaimed as the Captain finished putting on a new pair of navy blue combat leggings along with a blue navy long sleeve top and boots.
"Why not? It's my ship and I'm going to take it back" Grey replied.
"Lord Ma'zax is nearly two thousand years old, he is more dangerous, more skilled and does not play by any set of morals that would hold Oomans back. If you return here he will kill you or worse!" Na'Yal almost pleaded with the captain.
It was true, Lord Ma'zax was a Black Yautja Elder who made regular Yautja Elders look like mere pups in comparison. As a Black Yautja he was very old, two thousand was an age that most Black Yautja would retire, would settle down and become a founder of a new clan, live out the rest of their life in comfort with their mates and create many offspring to carry on their legacy.
But Ma'zax was a fighter, always was and always would be. This made him much more dangerous than any other Black Yautja in the fleet, with the exception of his students of course, who would serve as his protégés and carriers of his legacy.
"I don't care if the Bastard can shoot particle beams out his arse, he isn't getting my ship" Grey replied as he fastened his belt around his waist and took out some lightweight navy blue combat armour.
"You don't understand! Once he finds out you escaped he won't stop until he finds you, and once he does, he won't be patient, he will probe your brain by force if he has to!" Na'Yal warned them. Grey finished putting on his lightweight combat armour, his years of experience made it second nature. Now all the Captain had to do now was equip his weapons.
"No matter how hard you slam the breaks on this, it's still going down! We won't let that murderous bastard keep this ship. Besides I doubt that Bastard has tried to fight a team of Myrmidons, two full grown Kamads and two Captains who know every nook and cranny of this ship" Azarov smiled.
"Lord Ma'zax has killed Kamads before, and these 'Myrmidons' as you call them will not be able to make a difference!" Na'Yal pleaded. Grey simply smirked as he then sheathed a cutlass style sword into his belt and holstered a high calibre pistol before he looked to Azarov. The Russian Captain knew much more about Myrmidons then he would ever know, her mother and Sister were a part of the Corps after all.
"Ha…you have never met a Myrmidon before…they have a way of surprising you" Azarov smirked as she prepared to equip her weapons.
"You know, you are quite fast for a Human" the White haired Kamad smirked as he dashed besides the Myrmidon Major.
"I don't think I really count as Human anymore, humans can't run at 60mph" Erik said as he continued to sprint as fast as he could. It took the Myrmidon Major everything he had to keep up to the Kamad Prince, which was saying a lot.
The rings upon Eli and Rezeal's dreadlocks were making a lot of noise as they jangled upon their armour as they ran. The Rings upon Kamad Dreadlocks were a curious thing as unlike Yautja dreadlock rings, they were located at the very tips of the dreadlocks as well as the bases. The rings gave the illusion that the Kamad's dreadlocks were like bladed tips, it was a symbolic ritual that Kamads would go through before battle to show that they were one with the blades that they wielded. It was something that only Kamads could understand, as they had spent billions upon millions of years never improving upon the weapons that had made them the dominant species in the universe.
The blade to Kamads was like a cross to human Christians. The blade was a symbol of the Kamad people, one that had defined their history.
When the first Myrmidons were made, it was almost supernatural how fast they could run. Since before that time the records for the fastest humans were at 28mph for an Olympic sprinter and 30mph for a human wearing a lightweight exo-unit. Myrmidons due to their herculean strength and speed were about 10mph off of being as fast as a cheetah; needless to say it was a breakthrough for the human race.
Kamads however were a different story. Due to the intense gravity of their planet and their origins as predators that hunted in vast packs, they were naturally put together to sprint at absurdly fast speeds. Eli was at the peak of his youth and physical condition, and he wasn't even trying his best against the Myrmidon.
Needless to say though, Eli wasn't the one who was the most desperate to make it to their destination. Erik and Eli were only at the tip of their group, literally right behind them was Sha'ra who was putting every muscle of hers into keeping up with Erik and Eli. She may not have been as fast as either of them, but she had the most to lose if they didn't make it in time.
Her uncle and brother were her only family.
She didn't want to lose them to anyone on Erik's team. The worse experience she could imagine would be finding Yeyinde riddled with bullets fired from the gun of someone under Erik's command.
Erik however had dealt with death before, he had lost teammates to Xenos before. Some of which he had to put down himself after they were…taken. Myrmidons had accepted their fates if taken by xenos, but Yautja were a different creature all together. And Erik feared losing any of his team to someone Sha'ra deemed precious would be a blow that he couldn't take.
He could deal with Death in the line of duty.
He could not however deal with the perfectly avoidable death of a teammate.
Norma was keeping pace with Sha'ra, as she was still trying to learn her capabilities as a Hybrid, the speed of a Kamad female and a Human female were as different as the paces of a snail and an eagle, so it was understandably difficult to gauge her new speed. Meanwhile Rezeal carried Sophie, Blair and even Dexter at the back of the line, his Kamad strength making it easy to carry the two.
"60mph? Huh…pretty fast for a mammal" Eli said.
"Was…was that a compliment or a jab at mammals?" Sophie asked.
"You decide, Mammals aren't exactly famed for being exceptional in the galaxy" Rezeal smirked. Mammals weren't known for being the most mentally or physically sound creatures. The only exceptional mammalian sentients that the Kamads knew of where the Dwavarians, the humans and…another species they didn't want to bring up.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Erik asked.
"Let's just say that Reptiles are the biggest power in the galaxy" Eli said with a proud smile.
"Huh, well I would say humans are better than you think…but then again I don't really count as a human anymore, so who am I to disagree?" Erik replied as he continued to sprint.
"Can we please stay focused on the matter at hand?" Norma asked with a raised brow.
"Oh….sorry" Eli and Erik simultaneously apologized. It was one of the few good things that this whole situation had created, Erik and Eli saw each other as Kindred spirits. Warriors from two different worlds who shared the same views, Eli would swear that Erik was a Kamad in a past life if his people believed in reincarnation.
"We need a plan for what we'll do when we finally catch up to them. Erik, Sha'ra, what do you suggest, no one knows your groups better than you after all" Norma asked.
"Myrmidons never retreat, if they have engaged the Yautja then chances are they won't stop fighting until they have won or until every one of them is dead. It is a basic mental attribute that the Strain gives us, we no longer feel the need to run as fear and nervousness are minimalized. It helps us fight Xenos better that way. The only way we are going to stop my squad is if I order them to" Erik explained.
"I'm afraid that I don't have as much sway over my people as Erik has over his. My Uncle is the one in charge and I fear his hate of Humans might blind his judgement" Sha'ra explained.
"How is he with Kamads?" Eli asked, wondering if his position may make it easier to quell the situation.
"Like most Elders he isn't particularly keen on your people, though he does respect your skills and won't try to fight you on even grounds. Of course I don't think he'll stand down at this point" Sha'ra explained.
"Huh, well I guess we will have to deal with it as it comes" Eli sighed before looking back to Erik and asking "Anything from the other end?" Eli asked.
Erik tuned into the radio channel that he and his squad shared. Since Norma, Sophie and Sha'ra repaired it, he had been able to listen to exactly what they were saying. Of course he wasn't able to respond as his vocal systems were broken beyond repair without the proper equipment.
"Incoming fire! Rookie keep your head DoAAAGH! Shit! That was too close, Vlad concentrate fire on the left flank!" Erik heard the voice of Baako ordering the other Myrmidons on the other side of the radio.
"Not good! We have to double time it! Move!" Erik shouted as they continued to sprint as fast as they could across the hallway. Eli and Erik took the lead, Sha'ra and Norma close behind while Rezeal carried Sophie Blair and even Dexter on his shoulder.
They just hoped to god that they would arrive in time.
Although through their conversing, the group didn't hear the scurrying of the creature in the vents above them. The sound of sharp claws scraping along the metallic surface of the vents. The foul smell of the creature's saliva and old shed skin clinging to its wet and slimy hide. The long black hair covering its black lifeless eyes only made the creature more terrifying to behold. The dog tags hanging from its neck, the only sign of a former life remaining as its face had been almost completely converted.
The creature however had a grudge with the ones below. The white haired one, the black armoured one, the Green female in the mask, the female with brown hair and the black haired one as it thought, had killed its family. With Xenomorph blood running through its veins, it moved with a purpose.
That purpose…
Revenge.
Yautja were not used to trench warfare in the same way that Humans were. The Human's long history of war had evolved their tactics and strategy in ways that Yautja didn't find necessary. The Humans had evolved killing each other, a trait that was not exclusive to their kind as many scientists of their race believed, and in doing so, had evolved to be perfectly suited to all kinds of warfare. Yautja on the other hand had evolved to become the perfect hunters; their ways had not evolved for large scale war.
So trench combat was a very hard to grasp concept.
"Pauk! That was close! Too close!" Yeyinde gasped as he ducked behind cover. A sniper round had skimmed past his mask and left a long scratch upon the dome covering his forehead.
"Stay down! Don't give them a clear shot!" Zen'tau ordered as he fired his plasma caster over the top of his cover. The sound of pulse gunfire mixed with the crackling of plasma discharges made it seem like the war had never ended. The memories of seeing his fellow Yautja gunned and cleaved down by Black Clad humans became fresh in his mind. The Cybernetic arm of the Elder flexed its wristblades as if by instinct as bullets and plasma bolts flew by.
The war was horrific for both sides. Myrmidons, Humans and Yautja alike all lost hundreds upon thousands during the conflict. Myrmidons and Yautja would kill each other in ground battle while Human Dreadnaughts and Yautja battle ships would be reduced to floating fields of debris in the blackness of space. Zen'tau hadn't forgotten the things he saw, the death, the suffering and the sheer pointlessness of it all.
It was no wonder a deal was brokered between the two races. The death toll was too much for neither Human nor Yautja to deal with, it was only a matter of time until the two races came to an understanding. A proposal sent in binary to the Yautja was the only piece of friendly contact the human race had ever shared with them to public knowledge, and considering the atrocities committed in it, it wasn't so surprising.
Zen'tau then came to the conclusion that these humans had to die. Peace treaty or no, what mattered was destroying this ship and every Black Yautja bastard on it. If a Few humans had to be killed for it, then so be it.
Zen'tau then unsheathed his combi stick and extended it along with the wristblades on his cybernetic arm. Many of the Yautja under his command weren't exactly elite material, but they could hold their own better in close combat rather than the long range fight that the Myrmidons were engaging them in.
He would have to take the real fight to the Myrmidons if his people had any chance of survival in this.
Zen'tau reached into his belt and pulled out the Yautja equivalent of a smoke grenade, being Hunters of all sorts of alien creatures the Yautja would use these devices to blind large hulking beasts, giving them the perfect opportunities to find an opportunity to strike. The device was spherical in nature and was activated when Zen'tau twisted the pin and pushed it into the device.
"Cin'Tyr! Stand ready! You and the other Dark Blades attack at my signal!" Zen'tau shouted in Yautja to the Dark Blade Huntress who nodded and relayed the orders to the other two Dark Blade Hunters.
"Everyone else, hang back and wait until we're finished!" Zen'tau growled, flaring his mandibles in anticipation.
The Elder threw the grenade over his cover, resulting in it exploding into a flare of bright white smoke. The entire room was almost completely shrouded in the artificial mist that the grenade had created.
Both Myrmidons and Yautja ceased firing as they were all blinded from their targets. The sounds of gunfire and plasma fire died down almost immediately as Zen'tau roared loudly, springing from his cover with an extended combi stick. Sprinting alongside Cin'Tyr and her Dark Blade clan brothers towards the barricades the Myrmidons were covering behind.
"Incoming! Vlad! Sasha! Han! Ready for close quarters!" The Kenyan Myrmidon ordered as he saw the 4 Yautja running towards them, holstering his pulse rifle and unsheathing two of his serrated knives. Vlad holstered his Minigun on his back and drew one of his hand axes, Han drew his Katana and Sasha drew her Shashka sword after holstering their respective ranged weapons.
"Ramirez, Michael keep the others pinned down!" Baako ordered. The Spanish Myrmidon's skills were better used at a range rather than close combat, and then again Baako didn't trust the rookie's skills in a hand to hand fight with Yautja.
"Don't give them an inch!" Baako ordered, flourishing his daggers.
"ATTACK!" Baako shouted as him and the rest of the squad leapt over the barricade and charged the Yautja. Zen'tau's eyes widened as he saw the black armour of the Humans, he had seen that black armour before, the demons in the war that killed so many of his kin. These humans were not pushovers by any meaning of the word, it would take a lot to take them down.
Zen'tau and the other Hunters went into a sprint, brandishing their weapons before they clashed with the Myrmidons.
The clash between the two forces was one that hadn't been seen for decades. The first Yautja and Myrmidon clash in over 30 years were orchestrated by Zen'tau's wrist blades against the edge of Vlad's hand axe.
Baako's dagger's clashed with the first Dark Blade's machete.
Sasha's Shashka sword clashed with Cin'Tyr's bladed spear.
Han's katana clashed with the largest Dark Blade's mauler wrist blades.
The Myrmidons and their opponents were all the elites of their people. Veteran warriors who had seen things that would drive civilians insane, all were trained killers who had stared death in the face many a time.
Zen'tau was stunned to find that the Myrmidon he was fighting was his height! Humans never got to his height without being lanky or having some sort of growth deformity, still size had nothing to do with strength. The Elder growled fiercely at Vlad, hoping to strike some intimidation into the Myrmidon. But Vlad simply smirked behind his helm and considered this a challenge.
The huge Myrmidon reached out with his free hand and grabbed the Elder around the neck. Zen'tau's eyes widened in utter shock at the strength of the Myrmidon as Vlad succeeded in hefting the Elder from the ground and hurling him over his shoulders into the nearest wall with a loud thud.
Zen'tau quickly came back to his senses and regained his orientation, only to see Vlad raising his axe high above his head, ready to cleave the Elder in two. The veteran Hunter quickly lunged with his wristblades, trapping the blade of Vlad's axe in between the blades. As Vlad tried to recoil his axe however, Zen'tau would tilt his wristblades to the side to prevent the Axe from getting free. The Elder smirked as he thrust his combi-stick towards Vlad, intent on impaling the giant Russian.
Vlad however caught the Combi-stick in his hand. The two came to a crossroads with both their weapons in the other's hands, Vlad with his Axe caught Zen'tau's wrist blades and vice versa with Zen'tau's Combi-stick.
As Zen'tau looked closely at Vlad, he remembered the Myrmidons in the war. The largest ones, often referred to as 'Heavy Myrmidons' were always the most dangerous to fight one on one. Yautja were not used to being matched in hand to hand combat, and the Myrmidons like Vlad, whom would grow to huge heights and wield gargantuan strength could kill entire groups of Yautja with enough time. The Heavy Myrmidons' heavy armour and high calibre weapons would make them a living hell for Yautja to deal with.
That being said, Zen'tau had killed his fair share of Myrmidons in the war.
Then again, Vlad was the most skilled heavy Myrmidon alive. The other Heavy Myrmidons were either in heavy support, devastation squads or acted as part of the standard Myrmidon infantry. Vlad was the only Heavy Myrmidon to be skilled enough to become part of a Special Ops group like Alpha Squad.
Meanwhile Sasha was clashing with Cin'Tyr, the Polymer alloy of her Shashka sword holding up against the Alien Metal of the Dark Blade's bladed spear. The sight of seeing Vlad hurl Zen'tau over his head had momentarily shocked Cin'tyr and gave Sasha an opening to het the upper hand on the Hunter. The blonde Myrmidon wasn't anywhere near the Major's skill level, but she was skilled enough to take on a Yautja.
The Blonde managed to trip Cin'Tyr by kicking her legs from under her, the next course of action that the Myrmidon took was to impale the Yautja with her Shashka. The Dark Blade dodged her head to the side to avoid being impaled in between the eyes. The mask of a Yautja was durable, but not durable enough to stop the razor sharp tip of a Polymer alloy blade wielded by a Myrmidon.
The Dark Blade swung her bladed spear at Sasha, the tip skimmed the brow of her helmet as she leapt back to avoid the attack, leaving a long dent in the plating. With the skill and grace of a martial artist, Cin'Tyr propelled herself from the ground as fast as she could, ready for the next bout with Sasha.
Cin'Tyr then to Sasha's surprise began to wield her spear in the fashion of a Wushu spear fighter. An acrobatic style of fighting that involved a lot of flipping and leaping around in the air, a very peculiar style of fighting for a Yautja.
Sasha was not used to countering the style of fighting that the Huntress was using, as her main sparring partners were the other Myrmidons.
Vlad would use his strength, durability and somewhat 'dirty fighting' to dispatch his foes, while Han and Baako were basically martial artists in their own right, the Major could kick the shite out of any of the team with his mixed martial arts style of fighting though he wouldn't challenge his team to matches very often (he needed them operational after all) Ramirez never practised in hand to hand because he said "a punch could ruin his vision" and the Rookie…Sasha always fantasized about beating his ass, but for some reason he would never partake in matches.
This Huntress however was something new, her movements were fast and fluid like that of a dancer. The Myrmidon kept avoiding strikes to the best of her ability, the tip of the Yautja's spear skimming and scraping across Sasha's armour, making a few scratches and dents as it constantly missed its mark.
Sasha contemplated drawing her shotgun to blast a few holes in this bitch, but then again her movements were so quick it wouldn't be unreasonable to believe she would swat the firearm from her grip.
Right now it took every bit of skill Sasha had in order to not get decapitated by the Huntress's attacks. Sasha one handed her sword to pull out her combat knife as she tried to bat away the bladed tip of Cin'Tyr's spear. The use of a Combat knife to use as a countering means wasn't by any stretch unorthodox, the skilled warriors of earth's past would often use daggers and knives to parry and counter attacks from opponents who used long range weapons like spears.
The serrated edge of Sasha's combat knife was on par with the serrated knives known as 'sword breakers' which were famous for their ability to stop swift sword strikes in their tracks. The same could theoretically be done about the Huntress's spear tip.
The Dark Blade swung her spear downwards in an arc, attempting to cleave Sasha down the middle. But when Sasha brought up her combat knife with the serrated edge facing the blade.
*CHINK!*
Cin'Tyr's eyes widened as Sasha caught the blade of her spear within the serrated teeth of her combat knife. The Myrmidon grinned as she whispered "Got you" before twisting her knife, locking the spear tip within the serrated teeth. The blonde Russian used this opportunity to swing her Shashka, slicing the Dark Blade's thigh. The Huntress fell to the floor in pain as glowing green blood leaked from her thigh, giving Sasha the chance to throw the spear from the Huntress' grip.
"C'JIT!" Cin'Tyr cursed before Sasha sent a knee into her face. The Huntress fell to her back with a thud, the mask softened the blow but didn't stop the impact from happening. Sasha straddled the huntress and swung her sword, intent on decapitating the Yautja. Cin'Tyr used her wrist blades to block the attack, resulting in Sasha opting to stab her in the face with her combat knife.
Cin'Tyr quickly grabbed Sasha's arm as it descended onto her, the tip of the knife was literally over the eyepiece of her mask.
Baako and Han traded blows with their opponents, the two larger Dark Blades were defiantly a force to be reckoned with as their larger size and strength gave them an upper hand over the two Myrmidons. While Sasha and Vlad were experts in brute force combat, Han and Baako didn't do well against being brute forced against enemies as advances as the two Dark Blades.
This became quite evident when the Dark Blade fighting Han grabbed the Myrmidon's left leg from under him and swung him into a wall like a rag doll. The Japanese Myrmidon had inflicted small cuts and slices against the Dark Blade's exposed areas, but it wasn't enough to seriously hurt or cripple the Yautja.
Han felt like the attack had broken one or two ribs, a very bad injury in this situation as he had also dropped his Katana. As Han wasn't the most durable Myrmidon in the team due to his lightweight nature. The Dark Blade took advantage of this and withdrew his wrist blades, cracking his knuckles he prepared to beat the Japanese Myrmidon within an inch of his life.
Han weakly drew his pistol from his belt as he rose to his knees but the Dark Blade kicked it out of his grasp before grabbing him around the throat and holding him up against the wall.
When the Dark Blade began squeezing it became evident that the Yautja could very easily break his neck. So Han quickly drew his combat knife and stabbed the Dark Blade in the weak area underneath his armpit.
"RAAAAGH!" the Dark Blade roared in pain as he dropped the Myrmidon to the ground. As the Yautja yanked the knife from his body he was glad to see that the blade was not long enough to pierce any of his vital organs. Yautja organs were far deeper in their body in case they were attacked by predators, they had evolved so that their hearts and lungs were much closer to the centre of their chests then Humans' were.
Han quickly retrieved his Katana and swung away, slicing the Dark Blade's thigh. But the Dark Blade struck back as he extended his wrist blades and sliced open Han's sword arm, the crimson red blood of the Myrmidon spraying all over the place.
'Chikushō! Bastard severed an artery!' Han cursed in his mind as blood began pouring out of his wound at a rapid pace. His sword arm began to feel weaker as his blood drained out of it, he wouldn't be able to use his sword to the best of his ability with one arm weaker than the other.
But he had to try.
Han raised his weaker arm and double handed his Katana, gripping the hilt as tightly as he could.
"No dansu mimashou" Han replied in Japanese. The Dark Blade growled as he extended both sets of his wrist blades, ready for round two with the Myrmidon.
Baako was doing much better against his opponent as he flourished his knives, rolling underneath the Dark Blade's attacks. Using his smaller stature to his advantage, the Kenyan Myrmidon managed to slice across his opponent's exposed areas while avoiding being cleaved in half himself.
Vlad and Zen'Tau were at a standstill with their weapons being caught in each other's grasp. That is precisely when Zen'Tau decided to do something that he seriously didn't hope he had to do.
He activated his Plasma Caster at close range.
The gun spiralled from his shoulder pad and pointed itself at Vlad's head. The Myrmidon's eyes widened in shock as he was staring down the barrel of a plasma caster as it powered up a bolt, ready to blow his head clean off.
Yautja never used their plasma casters while engaging in group close quarters. The danger of discharging a Plasma Bolt into an ally was a constant danger, especially when your enemies were as skilled as you were.
Vlad only had one choice; if he wanted to survive this situation at all, he would need to relinquish his grip on the Elder's combi-stick and his own Axe to get out of the way. The Russian Myrmidon quickly leapt out of the way, letting go of the combi stick and his axe, causing both weapons to clatter on the floor.
*WWWIICRACK!*
Vlad swore that he felt the Bolt skim his helmet as he leapt out of the way. Strong or not, his helmet wouldn't have held up against a Plasma Bolt as point blank range like that. If he hadn't bailed when he did, he probably wouldn't be winning any beauty contests in the near future.
Zen'Tau got back to his feet, sheathing his combi-stick. If he wanted this Myrmidon dead, he would need to try a different approach. The Elder drew his dagger and kept his wrist blades extended, he then let out a long and powerful roar, flaring his arms in the traditional Yautja fashion with his red cloak billowing behind him.
Vlad only grinned as he pulled out his second Hand Axe and gave it a flourish. The Russian Myrmidon wasn't easily frightened, in fact there were less Myrmidons that felt fear than there were Moons for Earth. Myrmidons were generally fearless in nature, Vlad was especially true to that rule.
No words were exchanged between the Elder and the Myrmidon as they both ran at each other with their weapons in hand. Yet again Vlad's axe blade met with Zen'Tau's Wrist blades with a clash of sparks while Vlad grabbed Zen'Tau's dagger wielding arm.
The two glared at each other as they went into a contest of strength. Zen'Tau trying some more intimidation tactics by growling lowly.
Only the growl didn't work that well because…
*TWACK!*
Vlad straight up bashed his armoured head against Zen'Tau's in a bone breaking head-butt. The strength behind Vlad's head-butt would have turned a normal human's skull into red mash. Then again Zen'Tau's skull was much thicker and had the protection of his mask, though that didn't exactly null the pain.
Zen'Tau yet again found himself stumbling back in utter confusion at how powerful this human was. If not for the sight, he would have sworn he was fighting another Elder or even a Kamad with the pure brute strength this Myrmidon was showing.
Vlad took this as an opportunity to grab Zen'Tau's dagger from his grip and throw it away. The Myrmidon capitalized this moment as best he could by kicking the Yautja in the gut, Zen'Tau lurched over, giving Vlad a chance to knee the Elder in the head.
Zen'Tau fell to his back under the sheer power of Vlad's attack, the Myrmidon's strength was defiantly a match for the Elder who had seriously underestimated his opponent's skill.
Zen'Tau had broken one of the few concrete laws amongst warriors
Never underestimate your opponent.
Zen'Tau rolled out of the way of Vlad's next axe strike and quickly got back to his feet. If he didn't start taking this Myrmidon seriously, he was a dead man. The Elder drew his dagger and lunged at the Myrmidon who blocked the strike with his left gauntlet.
"NGH!" Vlad grunted as the blade pierced the armour of his gauntlet and went straight through his forearm. The Elder was a strong one, and he relished as crimson blood began to leak from Vlad's wound. Zen'Tau gave his dagger a twist to further injure the Myrmidon who growled before raising his axe brought it down with all his strength.
*CRACK!*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Zen'Tau roared in pain as Vlad's axe was buried in his shoulder. The Elder was lucky that Yautja didn't have as many veins located in their shoulders as humans did, most likely if he survived this he would still be able to use both his arms.
Both Vlad and Zen'Tau stumbled back in pain, leaving their weapons imbedded in each other as they did. Vlad's axe was still lodged in Zen'Tau's shoulder and the Elder's dagger was still stuck in Vlad's forearm.
The two warriors stared each other down, even with their eyes hidden behind visors they could tell they were thinking the same thing 'How can I take this guy down?'
Vlad ripped the dagger from his forearm and held it in reverse fashion.
Zen'Tau tore Vlad's axe from his shoulder and flourished it in his real arm while his Cybernetic arm flexed. The two ran at each other, despite bleeding heavily from their wounds and clashed their weapons against each other in a hail of sparks.
"Rookie, the trick with supressing fire is this: Don't give the Bastards a chance to fire back!" Ramirez instructed the rookie as he unloaded Sniper shot after Sniper shot at the Yautja still taking cover behind the barricades. So far the Spanish sharpshooter had managed to land three leg shots, a shoulder shot and even so far as managing to destroy 3 Plasma Casters that stuck out like sore thumbs.
Michael however wasn't as accurate with his shots as Ramirez, and had simply did his best by keeping the Yautja from returning fire. Pulse rifles weren't known for their accuracy as it was, but with the modifications to the Myrmidon class rifles, they had to sacrifice a little accuracy to accommodate for the heavier clips and armour piercing ammunition.
Most Myrmidons had adapted to the weight of the rifles, and in some cases became better than most normal human sharpshooters, then again Michael's training wasn't as complex as the other members of Alpha squad thus leading to his poorer accuracy.
Yeyinde lay crouched behind his cover, taking an occasional peek to see how his Uncle was faring against the humans. The sight of seeing a human the size of a Yautja put an axe in his Uncle's shoulder was all the reason he needed to get involved in this fight.
The young Yautja fired a few Plasma Bolts from his Plasma Caster, using the auto target mode so that he could remain in cover. Some Yautja clans thought the idea of taking cover would be cowardly or dishonourable, then again those clans were few in number because they were always the first to die in a fight because they refused to take cover and ended up getting their heads blown off.
*WIIIIIICRACK!*
*WIIIIIIICRACK!*
The blue Plasma Bolts flew across the room, both failing to hit their mark as the auto targeting system wasn't able to account for its target's movements.
Yeyinde then decided to hell with it as he locked and loaded his wrist blade firing mechanism before he leapt out of cover and readied to fire them at the Black Clad human giving them the most trouble.
*BANG!*
Yeyinde felt a sharp and horrendous pain pierce through the left side of his chest. The sound of a Myrmidon issue Pulse Sniper Rifle echoing through the air as the armour piercing round tore its way through Yeyinde's armour, through his scales, flesh, muscle and bone. Green glowing blood splattered across the floor as Yeyinde fell against another barricade, his blood coating the surface as his breath became heavy and laboured.
Yeyinde could feel the blood running from his mouth behind the mask. The bullet hopefully hadn't pierced his heart, but it defiantly pierced something important because it hurt like a mother fucker.
Yeyinde focused his vision as he saw his shooter, the Myrmidon holding the large rifle. He didn't bother using his wrist blades as he manually aimed his Plasma Caster, praying to Centanu and Paya that his aim be true and find its mark as he let loose.
*WIIIIICRACK!*
"AAGH!" Ramirez cried as the Plasma Bolt hit him square in the chest, sending him flying back several feet. Bits of armour dropped like dry leaves in the wind as time slowed down for the Spanish Sharpshooter as he fell with a thud, his rifle falling beside him as blood began to pool around him at a rapid pace.
Michael saw the Plasma Bolt that had dropped Ramirez to the ground, and in a fit of panic the Rookie dropped his Pulse Rifle and went straight to his Teammate's side.
To say Ramirez wasn't looking very good would have been a gross understatement.
The Spanish Myrmidon's chestplate had been roasted and compacted. The armour did its job of stopping the Bolt from passing right through him, but then again having Myrmidon armour compressed around your chest was never a good thing.
"Oh god! Ramirez! Are you alright! Come on Buddy speak to me!" Michael panicked.
"Ghh Dwwwn" Ramirez growled behind gritted teeth.
"What?" Michael asked, not understanding the muffled words of his teammate, especially with the synthetic tone that the Helmet gave off.
"I said….GET DOWN!" Ramirez shouted as in a flash he grabbed Michael's side arm.
*BANG!BANG!BANG!*
The Yautja that was brave enough to dash at the barricade instantly regretted his choice as Ramirez put three bullets in his gut. The Yautja fell off of the barricade he was balancing on after the three shells the Myrmidon put in him. Ramirez knew that three side arm bullets to the midsection wouldn't put a Yautja down for very long, so he had to try and pull it together, even in his position.
"Ramirez are you?" Michael began to ask only to get beaten to the draw.
"I'm fine, just four broken ribs and a punctured lung, FUCK IT HURTS!" Ramirez grunted in a yell as the blood poured from the compacted shards of his armour. The armour had compacted to the point of razor sharp shards piercing his chest from the inside, this was the very definition of 'fucking painful'.
"What the fuck are standing around for, Rookie? Pick up the fucking Rifle and hold the goddam position!" Ramirez scolded the Rookie who quickly nodded and grabbed his Pulse Rifle and ran back to the barricade.
Ramirez reached into the back of his belt where his first aid kit would be. Once retrieved, he laid it down on the floor beside him before opening it up. Inside the Kit, Ramirez found exactly what he was looking for, a Nerv Stim. This large needle wouldn't heal the Myrmidon but at the very least it would make the pain the slightest bit more bearable.
Han swung his Katana as he ducked underneath his opponent's strike, slicing across the bare flesh of his abdomen. The Dark Blade growled as he spun around on his foot and grabbed one of Han's legs from under him and threw the Japanese Myrmidon into the doors that the Hunting Party had tried to breech earlier on.
Han had dropped his Katana and with it his only chance of fighting back. He could barely conjure the strength to stand up anymore what with the beating that the Dark Blade had given him. The Dark Blade in question readied his wrist blades, scraping them together like a butcher readying his meat, sparks flying as the two blades made contact.
Han could hear the Dark Blade chuckling as he prepared to savour his kill. He withdrew one wrist blade as he reached down and wrapped his hand around the Myrmidon's throat. The Dark Blade hoisted the Japanese Myrmidon up high off the ground.
"Do your worst" Han spat as he gripped the sides of the Yautja's hand waiting for the coming decapitation.
The Dark Blade growled as he drew his hand back, ready to slice the Myrmidon's head clean off.
Then instead of the sound of a metal blade sheering through the air, Han heard a very different sound, a sound that would save his life.
The sound of heavy doors opening.
Han couldn't see behind him, but he could defiantly see his alien opponent's reaction. It sounded like the Dark Blade gave a confused click with a slight head tilt.
That was until a huge chrome plated fist collided with the Dark Blade's masked face. The strength behind the blow was much more powerful than what the Yautja was expecting. The hit sent the Yautja flying as he was sent crashing to the floor, the sound of the steel plated fist colliding with the Dark Blade's mask echoed around the room.
Everyone's attention turned from the battle, the gunfire, Plasmafire and the blood to see where the odd sound came from. The pressure doors were wide open, Han was lying on his back after being dropped by the Dark Blade that was dizzily trying to pick himself up off of the ground.
Standing there in the doorway was a 9 foot tall Kamad with white hair and a black leather coat, beside him to the right stood the Myrmidon Major himself and to the left the Niece of the Elder Zen'Tau himself. Behind them of course were Norma and Rezeal carrying Blair and Sophie, the black haired Kamad already in the process of letting the two humans down.
"MYRMIDONS! STAND DOWN! THAT'S A DIRECT ORDER!" Erik roared at the top of his lungs.
"MY PEOPLE! LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS! THE FIGHTING STOPS THIS INSTANT!" Sha'ra roared in Yautja.
There was no word in Kamad, Yautja or any of the tongues of the humans that could possibly express the tension in the air at that moment. The Myrmidons were shocked indefinably at the sight of their leader alive and well, but in the company of a Yautja and some…giant samurai with a tail.
The Yaujta were just as shocked, seeing the niece of their leader alive and equally well, but in the presence of one of the humans and a Kamad. The questions that needed to be answered were monolithic, not to mention they were almost certain that Sha'ra should have been dead.
"Major? Is….is that really you?" Han asked, looking up at his CO.
"Oh shit! Han, are you alright?" Erik asked with concern as he crouched down beside his squadmate.
"I've…been better" Han smiled behind his helmet.
"Sha'ra?" came the voice of Zen'Tau as the Elder approached, dropping Vlad's axe on the floor as he approached.
"It….it can't….it's impossible, I…I saw you fall" Zen'Tau spoke in his native tongue. The Elder got up close to his Niece, crouching down to cup her face in his hands. Yautja never showed their emotional sides like this, especially in the presence of other races, but Zen'Tau thought he had failed his brother, he thought he had been responsible for the death of his blood and worst of all, that he thought that the girl he considered a daughter had died without ever knowing what happened to her parents.
The Elder wrapped his arms around his niece in a warm embrace. The Huntress smiled behind her mask before returning the hug to the Old Yautja, her arms barely fitting around his huge frame.
"I…I thought you were dead" the Elder spoke against his Kin.
"What's he saying?" Erik asked his Kamad friend.
"He's glad she's alive" Eli replied with a smile behind his helmet.
Zen'Tau then instantly recoiled and began feverishly checking his niece for marks of injury. "Did they hurt you? What happened? Tell me what happened!" Zen'Tau asked.
"Uncle I'm fine, really" Sha'ra replied in Yautja. That was when the moment she had been fearing happened.
Zen'Tau looked at Erik, and he growl he gave could be heard by everyone in the room. "Ooman! If you have harmed my Niece in any way! I swear to Paya I'll…" the Elder began his threat until Eli stood between him and the Myrmidon. The height difference between a Kamad and a Yautja could be seen instantly. Yautja were large of course, but Kamads were on another level of intimidating.
"Or you'll what?" Eli asked, looking down at the Elder.
"Stay out of my way Kamad, I don't care if you are an Elite or not, it will take more than a high and mighty Lizard to keep me from someone who has harmed my kin!" Zen'Tau growled back.
"You obviously don't have any idea who you are talking too" Eli replied before he retracted his helmet, showing his Golden eyes and the face that the Elder knew on sight. The Elder's eyes widened and his breath left his lungs in utter shock at who the Kamad before him was.
"It…It can't be…." Cin'Tyr gasped at the sight of the Kamad Prince as he stared the Elder down. Sure the Yautja didn't stay on particularly friendly terms with the Kamads, but the only way an individual who belonged to the galactic community wouldn't recognise the son of the Kamad Emperor, was if you were buried under a rock for the last one and a half thousand years. Eli was extremely well known by his sharp and intense golden eyes, and they instantly screamed 'royalty' and 'Not to be fucked with'
"Ok….can someone explain what the fuck is going on? Because I am very lost!" Sasha asked.
"Trust me Sasha, it will take a while" Erik replied.
"Wait….where….where is Yeyinde?" Sha'ra asked her uncle. The Elder looked around the room as did the other Yautja, trying to locate the Nephew of their leader. That was when Sha'ra noticed a pool of glowing green blood pooling around the corner of a barricade. The blood was pooling around an arm that seemed to be limp, which was when Sha'ra recognised the arm.
"YEYINDE!" Sha'ra screamed as she spotted her brother's very distinct wristband. The wristband was a gift from their father when their parents disappeared. The Huntress darted towards the barricade, her Uncle and Erik not far behind.
That's when they saw him.
Yeyinde was caked in his own glowing green blood. The armour on his chest was shredded and the wound was deep, the blood just kept flowing like a fountain. Acting on instinct, Sha'ra pressed her hands over the wound, trying to stop more blood from flowing from the open wound.
"Brother…are you alright?!" Sha'ra shouted as tried her best to stop the bleeding. Zen'Tau could only stand in horror as the feeling of losing his kin and breaking his oath returned, this time it was Yeyinde, making the situation much worse. While Sha'ra was dear to Zen'Tau, Yeyinde was always the one of the two siblings who treated him like a second father as the boy barely knew his real father being so young and all.
Sha'ra couldn't bear the thought of losing her little brother, he was the closest family she had left was horrifying to say the least. The green glowing blood of her brother however kept leaking in between her hands.
"Do you mind?" Erik said gesturing to the Elder's red cloak.
"...Do…..what?" the Elder asked in confusion at what the Human was asking.
"Your cloak! Your nephew is going to bleed to death unless we stop the bleeding and your cloak seems to be all we have right now, so we have to improvise!" Erik shouted in haste. He knew that the field med kits that his team had wouldn't be enough for such a wound.
The Elder knew what the human was asking. An Elder's cloak was a symbol of his/her status, it was much more than a piece of red fabric to be used like rag. Any other Elder would die before desecrating their cloaks to save another lives, but Zen'Tau loved his nephew and niece with everything he had, and as of this moment the cloak was nothing more than cloth.
Zen'Tau ripped the cloak from his shoulders and gave it to the Myrmidon Major who instantly knelt down to help Sha'ra.
"NORMA! GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE!" Erik shouted. Norma immediately did as she was bid and sprinted towards the downed Yautja, instantly going into medical care mode. Being a Xenobiologist she knew plenty about Alien biology, and ever since the Yautja war knowledge about the Yautja's anatomy was much better than it had been in the years before.
As the Hybrid made her way to the downed Yautja, a few confused glances and looks from the other Yautja were thrown around the room. Eli knew that the Yautja weren't the most understanding of races, the Dark Blade clan especially. So the Kamad Prince kept a hand on his Katana hilt just in case one of them made a move.
While Norma kept the Elder's cloak firmly on Yeyinde's wound, Sha'ra reached around his back and disconnected his med pack from his armour. The Yautja medical kits were designed to treat heavy injuries such as this, so with luck the Huntress and her Hybrid companion would be able to help Yeyinde through this.
Norma had been made privy to such information so she knew Yautja biology better than most so she would be a great help to Sha'ra's brother. With Norma and Sha'ra looking over Yeyinde, Erik looked around to see which of his squad had inflicted the wound.
"Who fired on this Yautja!?" Erik ordered for a response. That was when Michael raised his hand to get the Major's attention.
"Major, it was Ramirez but…..he…he got pretty banged up too" the Rookie told the Major.
"How badly?" Erik inquired.
"Pretty badly, he's unconscious right now, but if he doesn't get some real treatment soon then I don't think it's going to end well" The Rookie explained as best he could as he continued to keep an eye on the Spanish Myrmidon.
"Goddammit, everyone patch yourselves up! We have some developments in the mission!" Erik alerted the other Myrmidons who instantly went to help each other, patching up wounds and reloading ammo.
"Elder, Zen'Tau. You don't expect us to let these creatures live after what they did?" Cin'Tyr asked her superior with the other two Dark Blades flanking her.
"I don't expect you to let anyone live, I do however expect you to act like a mature Pauking Huntress and leave the bloodshed until my Nephew isn't on the brink of death" Zen'Tau replied with a growl, establishing his dominance. Elders weren't ones to be screwed around with by any clan, even if the Dark Blades were considered the Elites of their people, they still respected Elders as famous as Zen'Tau, even now Zen'Tau had forgotten the wounds inflicted on him by Vlad, a side effect of being such a veteran of his people.
He was able to shake wounds like that off extremely easily.
"Pauk that! These Oomans are weak! I say we finish them off while we have the cha…" the Dark Blade began until he felt the razor sharp blade of a Katana against his throat.
"If you want to kill the Humans…you will have to go through me first, and I would advise heavily against that" Eli said in fluent Yautja, his mandibles flaring and his Katana drawn.
"Kamad…if you dare…" the Dark Blade began until Eli pressed the blade of his Katana on his throat.
"You don't wish to test me Dark Blade, there are worse things on this ship that would love nothing more than to tear your head off" Eli growled before he announced everyone in the room in a loud booming voice "I AM PRINCE ELI VAKROS THE THIRD OF THE KAMAD EMPIRE! FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD, WE WILL WORK TOGETHER TO REACH OUR COMMON GOALS, MARK MY WORDS IF ANYONE HAS A PROBLEM WITH THAT…SPEAK NOW!" the Kamad roared in a loud booming voice.
The pure silence spoke for itself as the Kamad Prince's words went through the mind of every human and Yautja present. Eli was not known one to shirk his duties, and as the crowned Prince of the Kamad Empire one of his chief duties was making himself perfectly clear, no matter the tongue he spoke in.
"It seems we have an understanding" Eli smirked before he flourished his Katana and sheathed it back in his belt.
Even though the Dark Blades, Zen'Tau and the Yautja people in general didn't like taking orders from Kamads or any other species, they weren't going to pick a fight with a warrior who could kill more than half of them before they even wore him down.
The Dark Blades in particular had a tale that went back eons ago, when the first Yautja came into contact with the Kamads. An old Clan chief had challenged a Kamad Elite to a fight to the death when the Elite had caught the eye of the chief's daughter. Needless to say that things didn't end well for the chief when he lost an arm, a leg and an eye while the Kamad didn't receive a scratch. It was a cautionary tale not to fuck with Kamads, especially the Elites.
"Are your people going to be alright?" Eli asked Erik.
"My squad listens to me Eli, trust me they won't pull anything" the Myrmidon Major replied. The two were then surprised when Zen'Tau approached them.
"My people will refrain for now…but you had better have a good explanation for why the Pauk you are on this ship and why these….Oomans attacked us" Zen'Tau said.
"You shot first you fucking asshole!" Vlad shouted at the Elder who growled in response. The big Russian was sat down on a crate while Sasha patched his arm up.
"We wouldn't give Oomans, chance to kill first!" Cin'Tyr roared back in broken English.
"You better shut your mouth bitch, or ill fucking shut it for you!" Sasha spat back at the Huntress who looked like she was ready to snap back into combat mode.
"Oomans wish to die? We happy to help!" the larger Dark Blade growled.
The shouting and the arguments began starting up and it looked as if the Yautja and the Myrmidons were going to start the fight all over again. That was until the leaders of both contingents chose to shut their comrades up.
"VLAD, SASHA SHUT THE FUCK UP AND CALM DOWN!" Erik roared at the top of his lungs.
"HOLD YOUR TONGUES THIS INSTANT!" Zen'Tau yelled in his native tongue at the Dark Blades who seemed intent on starting a fight.
"Elder Zen'Tau, these Vermin…" Cin'Tyr shouted back until the Elder interrupted.
"…Almost defeated us in single combat! Now if that doesn't warrant a truce it dam well warrants our consideration! Now if you even try rilling the Oomans up again I swear to all the gods in the heavens I will rip your tongue from your mouth is that understood?!" Zen'Tau yelled back in Yautja.
Eli just looked on at the scene playing out in front of him as Rezeal approached him from behind. The two Kamads had been in this situation more than once on missions, but never with two races like the humans and the Yautja. The situation was an extremely delicate and not to mention extremely bat shit with all that was going on. Neither Eli nor Rezeal needed to be told what kind of situation this was. It was going to take every skill either of them had to keep the two races from ripping each other's throats out.
Eli had managed to quell the bloodbath that was so imminent moments ago. It was only a matter of time until he would have to play the peace maker again.
"Is he alright?"
"He'll pull through…hopefully. Time will tell, for now he will need plenty of rest to recuperate"
"…Thank Paya"
"Hey…I promised you I wouldn't let anything happen to them"
"Yes…you did"
Eli turned his head to see the conversation playing out, amidst the arguing, the threats and the dismissals there seemed to be two people who weren't ready to kill each other. Erik had his hand on Sha'ra's shoulder and looked deeply into her eyes. Where normal people without a grasp of the situation would see something sweet, Eli saw an opportunity, a chance, a slim, slim chance for a union between the two peoples.
The Prince gave a small grin as he rubbed a single finger on his chin.
"Rezeal my friend….I think we have a lot of work to do" the white haired Kamad spoke.
However unbeknownst to everyone in the room, there was an observer to this whole scene. Still waiting and bidding its time in the safety of the air vents, its claws sharp, its fangs glistening with saliva and its heart filled with hate.
It was too risky for the watcher to attack now, not with so many fleshy things in the room. He would wait, wait for the opportune moment, until the time was perfect. The creature's eyes were drawn to the two females that killed its kin.
The Green skinned one
And the half blood
They would repay him his lost kin whether they liked it or not.
The creature licked its lips with its freshly blackened tongue, showing off its glistening silver teeth. Pitch black eyes gazing at the two soon to be mothers of his next sons.
He would have revenge for the sons he had lost.
He just needed the right moment.
It was a matter of patience.
OKAY! MY GOD THIS WAS A LONG CHAPTER!
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