Chapter 1: Introductions

Mathew calmly sights in on his target, the massive .50 caliber M107 becoming a deadly surgeon's tool in his grasp as he inches the barrel over, before stopping. He slowly slides in a 10 round magazine, holding APDS rounds, before slowing down his breathing and concentrating. He closes his eyes and visualizes his target, before opening his bright green eyes, his normally dirty blond hair darkened with the dirt smeared over it, his ghillie suit, covering his Ranger armor, blending in perfectly with Appalachia's surrounding fauna. He sights in on the Enclave fuel depot, one critical for Enclave vehicles in the region that used to be called West Virginia, and is simply called 'Appalachia' after the bombs dropped. He zooms in slightly, the fuel bunker quickly becoming his primary target as he notes secondary targets. He holds in his breath, the surroundings fading out of his consciousness, before slowly letting it out as he squeezed the trigger, the large gun bucking and roaring in his arms. 2 kilometers away, the first of seven fuel bunkers exploded.

Mathew quickly fired on the other six, blowing up close to 10 thousand metric tons of precious fuel with a single spark. He grins as he looks through his scope, watching the carnage ensue. He slowly backs up, before standing up and turning, uncovering his gun case and placing the Barrett in it, before clasping it closed and strapping it onto his back over the ghillie suit. He jogs away, before uncovering his ATV that he had stashed away close to 30 minutes ago, before starting it up and driving to his camp. On the way over, Mathew's mind flashes back to two weeks ago, when he and the rest of his squad got this assignment.

"I'm not going to lie to you men. This one's a real doozy- You're going to go down south, into one of the former states on the east coast, then you're going to go on a long-term interdiction mission by yourself for 12 months to destroy what Enclave equipment you can. It's a volunteer mission, and it won't be held against you if you do not go." General Doyle himself briefed him and the rest of his squad. Mathew looks over at his four squad mates, before turning bad looking back at General Doyle. He steps forward. "I volunteer to go, sir." He said, his teammates following suit. Doyle nods. "Very well." He looks at his watch. "I have to go to a meeting in ten minutes about planning a raid on an Enclave base, so I'll leave you to it here." And with that, he turns around and leaves. Mathew and his teammates file out to go collect their gear, talking about which state they would get and which one they wanted.

Two weeks later, and he didn't regret his decision. Although he didn't really care for the 'Xenomorphs', he did care about how they treated his fellow humans and Canadians. He had blown up several depots, but, as of yet, he still hadn't found any major bases. Mathew drove for close to two hours, taking back routes and side roads, of which throughout Appalachia there had to be thousands. Finally, Mathew took the final left turn, and there was a large tree and several other branches covering the trail. Mathew slowed to a stop in front of the barricade, which was made to look as if a windstorm had blown through, which, in post-nuclear Appalachia, there were a lot of differing weather patterns. He got off of the ATV, not shutting it off. He walked to the right, and pulled on a few branches, revealing a well-concealed trail. Mathew got back onto the ATV, drove it through the trail, before stopping it and getting off, re-concealing the trail and brushing away the bike tracks that had appeared when he drove through the sand. He got back onto the ATV, and drove for another 15 minutes, albeit slower, through the bush trail before arriving at his 'home'- a little cottage nestled in the depths of one of Appalachia's many mountains, overlooking a valley. It was quite the view. Mathew drove the ATV past the cottage, and into a little alcove he had built in the shade of a massive oak tree. He parked the quad bike, turned it off and grabbed the key.

He went around to the front of the cabin, looking it over for any signs or forms of sabotage. He walked around to the front, to the large pair of windows, and around to the side where the door was. The windows faced the valley, giving amazing morning views when the sun rose over the mountains on this side of the valley, making the entire valley glow. Mathew nods, satisfied that the cabin had not been tampered with in any way. He walks back around to the left side of the cabin, unlocks the door, and walks in.

The room he walks into is the abbreviated kitchen/dining room/living room, with a fridge, sink, stove, and microwave on the right, cabinets above the appliances, and a table on the left in the first half of the cabin. On the other side of the room, which extended the entire length of the cabin, there was a collection of chairs, a couch, and a coffee table all facing a fireplace. In the middle of the room on the left, there was a hallway that split off into five rooms, Four of which were bedrooms. One was on each side when you walked into the hallway, two more again with one on either side, and a bathroom at the end. Mathew, however, only used one of the bedrooms, and used the others as storage rooms. On the left side of the hallway as you were walking down it was the pantry.

Mathew walks into the cabin, placing the gun case onto the kitchen table, leaving it to be cleaned as he passes it and walks into the hallway, going into the first bedroom on the right. He pulls off his ghillie suit, hanging it up in the small closet in the room, before taking off his Ranger helmet and armor, cleaning placing that on the bed where he can quickly grab it in an emergency. He walks back out, wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black shorts, and sits down at the table, opening the case and pulling out his M107 Barrett. It was one of the few that the Watch had before the merger with the Brotherhood, and although the NCR can give him a new one, they are still quite valuable, and he would rather not be compromised when a helicopter flies in and drops a package in his front lawn. Mathew takes apart the gun, meticulously cleaning each and every piece of the 28-pound weapon before reassembling it and placing it back into its case, closing the case, then placing the case in the storage room where Mathew's suit was. He looks out the window, noting the setting sun. Mathew checks his watch, seeing that it is close to eight. He sighs as he grabs his laptop, logging in and pulling up his emails. Mathew didn't have to worry about being traced or hacked, since after VEGA came online, the A.I. had been blocking and scrambling all calls and emails for the NCR. Mathew pulled up a draft and quickly typed in his message.

'Overlord, this is Metal-Zero-One. Objective complete, returning to standard routine.'

Mathew looked it over, nodded, and clicked send. VEGA would send the email to the right people. He felt a furry something rub up against his leg, closed the computer, and looked down at the year-old timberwolf pup that he had rescued on a former mission and had from then out stuck to him like glue. "Hungry?" Mathew asked with a small smile, rubbing the timberwolf, who he had named Argentum, on account of his silver fur and eyes. Argentum didn't say anything- he never did. He did, however, look at Mathew with his large silver eyes, eyes that Mathew swore always knew exactly what Mathew said. Mathew sighed, petting Argentum's head, and got up, turning to grab a bowl and fill it with the home-made dog food he made out of deer venison, when his computer beeped. Mathew frowned- his computer never beeped, he only used it for emails, which meant that the NCR must have something important indeed. "Sorry, bud, but food's gonna have to wait." He said to Argentum, who, if he could, looked glum. Mathew laughed and rubbed the ruff of fur Argentum had on his chest. "It can't be important enough that I can't make you dinner before I leave," Mathew said as he opened his computer, quickly pulling up his emails. His eyebrows rose the more he read the email, which, it seemed, was directly from VEGA, not the Rangers' high command.

'Metal-Aero-One, this is Overlord. Congratulations on your completed objective. I have a priority-one mission for you. As of 5 minutes ago, one of 'our' satellites routed a Yautjan transmission between the group residing in Sudbury and a Yautja ship on a crash course with the Appalachian area. Apparently, the Predator on the ship is in distress and is going to crash-land within a 30-kilometer radius of your outpost within the next 2 hours. You are to find the Yautja before the Enclave does, and help it return to Sudbury, where the rest of its clan is currently residing. All other objectives are, as of this moment, secondary. When you come in contact with the Yautja, you will utter the phrase 'fides per honorem'. Good luck and good hunting.'

Mathew grunts. He sends an acknowledgement, closes the computer, and gets up. "Looks like we're going to have a guest for the night, Argentum," Mathew says as he grabs the dog food and dishes it out. Argentum looks between Mathew and the food, before padding up to it and scarfing it down, before turning and walking into the 'storage' room, Mathew following behind with a small smile. "Good dog," he said with a smile as he put on his armor, grabbing his M107, M4, and his personal favorites, a pair of camouflage-painted Desert Eagles chambered in .44 Magnum. He smiled grimly as he loaded ammo into his weapons, before placing the M107 in its case, the M4 onto a sling and onto his back, and the Desert Eagles into holsters on his hips. He grabbed 5 mags per desert eagle, 10 mags for his m4, and 5 mags for his M107, with an extra mag in APDS. He grabbed the case, going out to the ATV and checking it over, making sure that there were no problems. He bungee cords the case holding the Barrett onto the front of the ATV, before pulling around to the front of the cabin. Mathew shut it off, before going inside and making himself a cup of black tea with milk n' sugar to keep him up. An hour and a half later, his weapons were on the table, waiting to be equipped. Suddenly, there was a loud, long rumbling, and Mathew looked out the window and saw a 'shooting star'- the Yautja spacecraft crashing in the middle of the valley. "Time to go, Argentum," He said as he grabbed his weapons, before running outside and jumping onto the ATV, Argentum hopping onto the back and lying down, knowing the ride was going to be a bit rough.

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A'thab clicked her mandibles andgrily as her hands were clenched in fists of rage as she looked over her ship, which was currently burning into ash and twisted steel. Pauking waste of metal, She thought angrily to herself. The amount of pauking space junk surrounding this ridiculous excuse as a 'safe' planet marked by the Hunter she had conversed with as a place to lay low was ridiculously high! Suddenly, her sensors picked up several vehicles of some sort approaching her location at high speed. She growled as she engaged her cloak, before taking to the trees and lying in wait for what was to come.

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Marcus grimly loaded his M4 as he looked over his squad in the first of four Stryker AFVs that were currently on the highway, heading to a crashed Predator spaceship. Their orders were to capture the predator, and recover any equipment they could find before anyone else did. They really needed this, as 3 days ago the NCR had raided, and subsequently destroyed, the only other Enclave base that had held Yautjas. "How long until we reach the LZ?" Marcus asked the Driver, who responded immediately. "45 seconds, sir. However, we will have to hoof it- the foliage is too thick." Marcus grunts. "Very well." He turns and looks over the other nine soldiers in this Stryker, the first of four squads of ten. "Alright, boys, we're going to secure the Predator, grab any gear we can, and get out. The Predator's gonna have some armor on, so grenades first." Marcus sees the round of nods, and nods himself. He looks at the driver, who responds quickly. "10 seconds!" Marcus grimly cocks his M4, before looking over his men. "Hooah," He said, and the rest of his men responded. "HOOAH!" they call out. He nods. "5 seconds!" the Driver said, and everybody cocked their weapons. "Doors opening!" The driver called out, the Stryker stopped, and the doors at the back opened, and everybody got out to hunt the hunter.

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A'thab silently watched as four tens of ooman warriors slowly encircled where they thought she was, and then began to move inward, slowly constricting her avenues of escape until they had arrived at her crashed ship. Once all four tens of oomans had exited the foliage and were standing in the crater, they began walking forward, until the only thing that they surrounded was the crashed ship. "Sound off, what's happening?" One of them called out, and each of the oomans quickly called out. "First squad, clear!"

"Second squad, clear!"

"Third squad, clear!"

Fourth squad, clear!"

"All squads, clear!"

The ooman who had spoken first cursed. "Dammit! It must have died in the crash." The ooman pulled out a black rectangle with a stick out the top, and began to talk into it. "Control, this is Ghost. No sign of the Predator, but its ship is here. Orders?" The ooman paused, and listened to the little box, which was obviously a communication device. "Uh-huh. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Right away. Okay." He placed the box onto his belt and grabbed his projectile weapon. "Alright, we're grabbing what we can, and burning everything else. I want-" there wasn't a single sound to announce what had happened, the ooman's head just exploded. A few seconds later, there was a crack of a projectile weapon discharge from a ways away. "Son of a bitch!" ten oomans yelp as one as they all drop to squats, guns pointing in every direction. A'thab clicked her mandibles in surprise, as her sensors also did not pick up any shots- the shooter must have been a very far range away. The oomans continued to curse as more of their members began to drop, their heads exploding. A'thab grinned as she spooled up her plasma casters- might as well use the situation to her advantage. She silently and invisibly dropped from the tree, before targeting a trio of oomans that were still futilely trying to find the shooter. A'thab unsheathed her wrist-blades, before walking up behind the oomans. She stabbed straight through the first ooman's head, before yanking out the arm blade and turning, slicing straight through the second and third ooman's chests. "Look! There! The Predator!" one of the oomans yelled, and the remaining 20 oomans turned and began to fire, although some of their weapons made more of a 'poomph' sound than the standard whip-crack of the others. Suddenly, small explosions began erupting around A'thab, and she growled as she began to run, only for one of the grenades to hit her in the chest. She flies backward, hitting a tree and stopping, before crashing into the ground.

She lays there, stunned from the sudden movement, before shaking her head and standing up, looking down at her armor. She growled as she noticed that it was mostly shredded and useless, and that her active camouflage was all but useless with the broken plates. She gets up, only to see one of the ooman's weapon muzzles an inch from her head. A'thab growls behind her mask, and her plasma casters activate. They quickly target the four oomans out of the remaining fifteen- the unknown sniper was doing its job well. Two more of the oomans drop to the unknown sniper, and the distraction caused was all that A'thab needed- her plasma casters fired, turning the two ooman's heads into paste and jelly. She stands up, and roars a challenge at the remaining 13 oomans, who look at each other, then at A'thab. Four of them raise their projectile weapons, and fire them, making the odd 'poomph' sound again. She leaps into the air, only a second late as two of the four projectiles hit her, one in her right leg, the other in her abdomen. She flips in the air, before crashing onto her chest and helmet. She shakes her head, trying to dispel the pain. She rolls over and looks down at her body, seeing her right leg twisted with blood seeping out, and her abdomen charred badly. She looks up again, seeing more oomans fall to the unknown sniper- she would have to thank the shooter later. She growled as she looked up at the one remaining soldier, who was shaking. The female ooman looked around, before looking at A'thab. The ooman whimpers, before dropping her gun and starting to run away, only for some sort of large, silver-furred animal to run out of the foliage and slam into the cowardly ooman warrior, who began to scream in fear as the animal tore out the ooman's throat, silencing the last warrior.

The animal gets up, before trotting over to A'thab, who had at this point sat up and was regarding the animal warily. The animal silently padded up to A'thab, who was starting to lose focus due to blood loss. She frowns slightly as she looks into the large animal's silver eyes, eyes that seemed to mean no harm. She clicked her mandibles curiously as she started to get delirious from blood loss, reaching out to touch the strange, furred creature. The animal padded forward, allowing the touch. A'thab smiled weakly as she touched the surprisingly soft fur of the animal, before collapsing to the ground, quickly losing consciousness.

A'thab slowly opens her eyes, regaining consciousness quickly, as did all members of her race. She frowned as she tried to remember what had led to her situation, when she looked around, noting that she was still in the clearing when she had lost consciousness. Suddenly, a large silver something brushed against her side, and she looked down to see the strange furred animal curled up on her side, it's head laying on her stomach, staring into her eyes. The animal had large, pointed ears above its face, with a small muzzle as well. A'thab tried to get up, only to realize that her body would rather her stay down. She grunted in pain as her body screamed at her to stay down, but she couldn't- she had to leave the area.

"Woah, there. You took a couple of nasty hits, and it'd be best if you stayed down for now," a ooman voice came from her left, and she turned her head to see a ooman sitting in front of a fire a foot away, wearing some sort of cloak, armor, helmet, and hunting mask that had glowing red eye slots that covered the ooman's entire face. She didn't say anything, she just continued to silently regard the ooman. Her eyes drifted to the large, primitive but effective, projectile weapon on the ooman's back, and her eyes widened under her mask- this was the sniper that had saved her life multiple times. She clicked her mandibles, and slowly tried to sit up, this time her body allowing it. The animal beside her stood up, before padding over to the ooman and laying down, its paws tucked under its belly as it stared into the fire. The ooman watched A'thab regard the animal, not saying anything. "Can you speak my language?" the ooman asked. A'thab shook her head. "But you can understand it?" A'thab nodded. The ooman nodded in return, then turned to the fire, grabbing something. When he turned back around, he was holding a bowl in his hands, filled with a stew. The ooman walked over to A'thab, offering the bowl. A'thab, looked at the bowl, then up at the ooman offering it. She didn't take it. The ooman didn't say anything, probably thinking.

"Fides per honorem," He said, and A'thab clicked her mandibles in surprise- the Hunter that had communicated with her on this planet had said that a friend would utter this phrase, and that this friend could be trusted to bring her to a safe place. She accepted the bowl, taking off her mask and laying it down beside her. The ooman nodded, before turning and grabbing a bowl of his own. "Полагаю, вы не знаете других языков?" the ooman asked in a strange tongue, and A'thab frowned. "Guess not," the ooman said as he took off his mask as well, revealing his blond hair and bright green eyes. A'thab clicked her mandibles in surprise as she regarded the ooman's face, noting the almost exact same tone of green in his eyes as there was in hers. The ooman was staring back curiously as well, doubtlessly the first time he had seen one of her race.

A'thab realized that the ooman was studying her as well, and for some reason, her face started to heat up slightly as she regarded his alien and, well, rugged looks. 'What am I doing?! He's an ooman, he isn't even yautjan!' A'thab thought furiously to herself as she realized what was happening, growling lightly as she looked away. The ooman coughed as he looked down and began to eat his stew, A'thab returning to her stew as well. "We'll stay here for the night- I don't want you to stretch your stitches when we have quite a ways to go," the ooman said after they had finished their dinner. A'thab frowned, then looked down at herself- She was not wearing her armor, although her under garments were on. There was a strange white cloth covering her wounds, and a slight stiffness. She froze as she realized that the ooman had taken her armor off while she had slept! She growled as she looked at the ooman, and the ooman raised his hands, backing up slightly. "Woah, there. Don't worry, I didn't do anything other than take care of your wounds. I promise," he said, and A'thab stopped growling, though her mandibles were still spread in anger. The animal looked over from where it was staring into the fire, before getting up and padding over, the ruff of fur around its throat raised, making the animal look bigger than it actually was. A low growl issued from the animal's throat, and its snout opened, revealing the large and sharp teeth encased within.

"Argentum, heel." The ooman said, and the animal stopped growling, although the ruff of fur around its neck stayed raised. A'thab, anger forgotten in curiosity, looked at the animal, 'Argentum', with intrest. The ooman noticed her gaze."He's a Timberwolf that I had rescued from a dog fighter when he was a pup. Damn bastard tried to make Argentum attack me, but Argentum, bless your soul," the ooman said, pausing to rub the top of Argentum's head, "turned and instead attacked the fighter. After that, he's stuck by my side the entire time since, which was about two years ago. He's three years old now." A'thab clicked her mandibles thoughtfully. Maybe this ooman had more honor than she thought. "Where are my manners? My apologies, my name is Mathew," the ooman said with an apologetic tone and an extended hand. A'thab regarded the hand, before stretching out her own and encasing it in her own. Mathew opened his fleshy coverings, revealing his small, sharp teeth. "Glad that's out of the way. Now, I'm going to turn in for the night, we'll leave at first light. Don't worry about any creatures, Argentum'll warn us if there's anything out there." And with that, Mathew got up, walked over to the fire, and layed down, seemingly going to bed. A'thab clicked her mandibles, before laying down and trying to go to bed, although sleep was a long way off- she had many thoughts about her new planet and surroundings, as well as her ooman companion.

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Mathew opened his eyes, and the events of yesterday came rushing back to him. He sits up, and looks around, seeing his Yautja companion still asleep. He smiles as he stands up, seeing Argentum silently pad out of the wilderness, his coat gleaming and dripping with moisture. "Seems like you've had your shower today," He said quietly, not needing to worry about Argentum hearing him- Timberwolfs have ridiculously good hearing. Argentum's eyes flickered with mirth, and looked at something behind Mathew. Mathew raised an eyebrow and turned around, seeing the Yautja look at Mathew with what only can be described as amusement on her features. Mathew grins and shrugs. "He can understand me- most of the time," Mathew says. The Yautja clicks her mandibles in mirth, then tries to stand up, only to wince and fall back down. Mathew winces in sympathy, before walking over to the Yautja and offering her his hand. The Yautja looks at the hand for a moment, before looking up at Mathew, clicking her mandibles. Mathew grins. "I'm just offering you help up, it doesn't mean anything," He said, and the Yautja regarded the hand with what almost could be considered mistrust, before extending her hand and grasping Mathew's. Mathew leaned back and pulled up, grunting under the weight of the Yautja. The Yautja stood up after a bit of growling of her own, but the sudden shift in balance caused Mathew to take a step forward, so that the two were only a couple inches apart. Mathew's face began to flush as he looked up into the surprised face of the Yautja, which immediately looked away. Mathew stepped back a couple feet, blushing a little. What is wrong with you, Mathew?! She's an alien, for god's sake, and you're 30 years old! You're not some schoolboy! He mentally berated himself as he turned to grab his equipment, putting out the embers of the fire.

A few minutes later, he heard curious clicking, and turned to see his Yautja companion regarding the bodies of the dead Enclave soldiers. Mathew grinned as he guessed the question. "Oh, their commander has no idea that they're all dead- as far as they know, they got here, found the ship but not the Predator, got what they could, and started driving back, only for an 'unfortunate rock slide' to happen as they were driving along a mountain road, sending the entire team into the abyss below. Terrible problem, these Appalachian mountain roads," Mathew said with a smile. The Yautja clicked her mandibles a few times, before shaking her head and spreading her mandibles in what could only be described as a smile. "Well, at least you've got a sense of humor," Mathew jokes. The Yautja stops smiling and crosses her massive arms, regarding the human coldly. Mathew winces and raises his hands. "Sorry, just trying to find some similarities between us," He said. The Yautja nodded, before bending down stiffly to pick up her mask and place it on. Mathew sighs. "Argentum, let's go," He said as he puts on his own mask, picks up his Barrett, and begins to walk into the Appalachian undergrowth, his alien companion following behind him.

Two hours later, the trio arrived at Mathew's cabin. Mathew pulls the ATV into its alcove, as his alien companion walks around the cabin, inspecting it. "It ain't much, but it's home, and it's comfy," Mathew said as he walked up to the door, the Yautja close behind. He unlocks the door with the key around his neck, then opens it, stepping inside and off to the side to allow his companion access. The Yautja bows her head as she walks inside, looking around with interest. "Yeah, it may not be much, but it's home. Besides, the morning views are great." Mathew said as he pointed out the window at the sun starting to peek out from behind some clouds, bathing the entire valley in a golden glow, lighting the trees and making them seemingly explode with vibrant green. The yautja clicks her mandibles in surprise, looking out the window, before looking back at Mathew, who had started to make breakfast. "I presume you don't eat vegetables?" he asked. The Yautja shook her head. "Thought as much," Mathew said as he grabbed a pack of bacon and began to fry it up.

20 minutes later, the eggs and bacon were done, and Mathew served it all out, leaving a pair of pieces on the side for Argentum, who was watching the bacon with near religious intensity. The Yautja took a seat at the too-small table, before picking up a piece of bacon and opening her mandibles, placing it inside. She blinks as she tastes it, before picking up another and eating it as well. Mathew smiles. "Good to know that my cooking is enjoyed," he said as he began to eat his scrambled eggs. The Yautja clicks her mandibles as she views her eggs, before picking up a piece of it and placing it in her mouth. She blinks, and politely swallows it. Mathew chuckles lightly, seeing her antics. "You don't have to eat it if you don't like it- there's plenty of bacon left over. Just don't eat all of it, or Argentum here'll shun you for the rest of your life," He said as he pointed at Argentum, who was still watching the Yautja eat the bacon. She paused, looking at Argentum, then looking back at her bacon. She clicks her mandibles in resignation, and gives one of the pieces to Argentum, who seems to almost smile as he snaps up the treat.

A further 10 minutes later, and Mathew was washing up the dishes. He heard curious clicking, and saw the Yautja walk over to the fireplace, where, on the mantle above it, there were several pictures. Mathew sighs as he finishes up, before drying his hands and walking over to the mantle, where the Yautja was regarding the pictures with interest. "Those were of my family. Me and my family have owned this cabin since my father was a child, and when I was a child, we'd come up here every summer for a few months, hunting, fishing, having campfires and looking over the valley. I don't know what happened to my family- they were out on a business trip of some sort. So, when the general heard that I already had a place in Appalachia, I was assigned this location. I've got a lot of fond childhood memories stored in these walls," Mathew said softly, remembering simpler times. The Yautja regards him silently for a few moments, before nodding suddenly. She opens her mandibles, before closing them and growling. She opens them again, her inner mouth, which was practically just a circle with teeth in them, widening slightly. She growls again, before closing her mandibles and clicking them angrily. "Take your time," Mathew said, patiently waiting. The Yautja looks at Mathew nods, before looking down and thinking. She looks up, spreads her mandibles slightly, and speaks english. Granted, it was heavily accented and broken english, but it was english all the same.

"A'thab." She rasped in a voice that was very deep and yet still somehow feminine. Mathew smiles. "Your name is A'thab?" Mathew asks. A'thab clicks her mandibles and nods. Mathew smiles. "It's nice to meet you, A'thab," he said with a smile.

Woah, woah, woah! Drop the pitchforks! I know, I know, this story is practically three days late, but school ended Thursday, parents had stuff planned all day Friday, I was too tired to write Saturday, and today was Father's day! Please don't kill me! Anyway, chapter one of Semper Fidelis is out. I'll be going back and forth, writing one chapter in Semper Fidelis and then going to Acta Non Verba then going back again, so expect one update per week per book. Sex? Yes, later. More characters? Maybe, probably not. Yautjas learning english and making fun of the language? Next chapter! See you guys around, and until next time, remember, memory is the key. And the sword. And proximity. We need a key chain.