Chapter 10: Vexation

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The trip back to Yautja Prime was one of the tensest I'd ever experienced. Despite only being me and Xen'ork in our ship with Hakr'ouh and Thant'oug following behind, neither of us had the nerve to speak a word during the trip. I wasn't sure about what Xen'ork was thinking because he usually never shuts up with his sassy remarks so to have him be as quiet as the universe, it was strange.

As for me, my mind couldn't help but worry for Mia and hoping she was alright. It eased my anxiety when I saw a glimpse of her as we took off from the Oman planet but I couldn't help feeling like something was wrong. It mattered little after we made it to Yautja Prime, seeing the loading docks in the distance. But as we got closer, I noticed two Arbitrators waiting at the empty spot where our ship was landing.

That's strange . . .

With a soft landing, our ship managed to dock but as soon as the ramp lowers, we were greeted by them. Every time I deal with them, the Arbitrators would have an aura that made all Yautjas stay clear of them. But this time, there was an overshadow of worry that I could barely sense even with their masks on.

"My lords. We need you to come with us."

"What's the urgency?"

I moved from Xen'ork side and stood in between, feeling the anxiety starting to sink in. One of the Arbitrators steps forward, bowing his head in courtesy while the golden stripes on his armor shined with the sun's rays. "It concerns Lord Dau'jein and the Council is waiting for your arrival at his room."

I tilted my head in confusion but I knew in my heart that this was very grave. "Why is the Council there?"

"I don't know. I only obey their orders. Please come with me."

I looked behind and stared at Xen'ork. He looked just as confused as I was, tightening the muscles over his eyes to show it. What's going on? I kept my cool and turn back to the Arbitrator and nodded, not saying anymore as the Arbitrators turn around and heading towards the Dark Blade Clan building. I followed suit with Xen'ork behind but the tension grew when I saw Hakr'ouh and Thant'oug coming out of their ship and walking closer to us. Hakr'ouh was very smart to put himself between me and Thant'oug. If I was blinded by the expression on Thant'oug's face, the hatred swirling in the general air was enough to let any warrior know he was pissed. It was almost enough to elicit a growl in me but the reminder that the Arbitrators were close by prevented that. I bit my tongue between my teeth to keep my composure as we all made our way to where the Council and my father were waiting.

"Everything alright?"

Xen'ork whispers near my face. I wanted to dismiss him but I could tell he wanted to know what happened back on the ooman planet or Earth as Mia called it. His earlier question was only testing the waters between us. He has the right to know . . . but it's not the right time. I leaned closer to him.

"I'll tell you later."

I was glad that he took my response and left it at that, moving back to give me space. The 'normal' Xen'ork would have pressed for more but sensing the urgency of everything, he doesn't say anymore after that as we kept walking.

What seemed like forever, especially with Thant'oug close behind, the Dark Blade Clan building was in sight. I would be glad to see such a sight since it usually meant I could get some rest but it was replaced with anxiety and concern for the unknown. The Arbitrators went through the doors first, followed by me and Xen'ork with Hakr'ouh and Thant'oug being last. I didn't like that arrangement since Thant'oug was behind, anger still spewing out from him and I had no idea when he would use the opportunity to attack me from behind. He wouldn't go so low to attack from behind like that but who knows?

Once in the building, we headed through the main area and down the hallway, heading to the lift that would take us to the room. One Arbitrator stays behind while the other went into the lift first. I hesitated to go through, glaring back at Thant'oug who let out a small growl while looking back at me with hatred. Luckily, Hakr'ouh decided to wait for the next lift up with Thant'oug considering that it was such a confined space and no one wanted a fight to break out in it. The door to the lift closes and it was the peace and quiet I needed to clear my mind before finding out what the real reason for being called back. Xen'ork was on one side of me while the Arbitrator was on the other but none of us spoke a word, even as the lift comes to a stop at the highest level of the building where the most important warriors resided including the Clan Leader, second-in-command, and myself. Lar'ja, however, was another story . . .

"Right this way."

The Arbitrator walks through and follows the path into the rooms. Unlike the others, the hallway was much more open with its own main room that was filled with chairs, tables, and much more. We passed through until he made it to a room in the far back with a door that almost matched the Council's own that guarded the front of their building. But before we could reach it, several Yautjas were blocking the path. At first, I couldn't see who it was until I got closer and realized it was the entire Council of Ancients at my father's doorstep, including Lord Datho, my older brother who was more successful as a warrior than myself but that is for another time. His recent Successor An'tar was beside him like glue, strangely since I hadn't officially met him yet. Lord Bhinkath remained stoic and is furthest away from the group, leaning against the wall on his own. Lord Tankoth and Lord Valh'rough looked like they were discussing something quietly but it must have been more out of a simple conversation when Lord Valh'rough punches Lord Tankoth on the shoulder, making him growl in warning. Seeing one or two Ancients around was rare enough, let alone the entire Council in a single space other than in the Council's building.

What the pauk (fuck) is happening? This is unlike everything.

We stopped as soon as the Ancients saw us approach. The Arbitrator in the front straightens himself before bowing like before. "I have brought Lord Daugo as you requested."

Datho was the first to respond, nodding in acknowledgment. "Thank you. You may leave us."

The Arbitrator bows and walks back to the lift where his partner was standing there like a statue. Expected from them . . . I stood firm as Datho takes a few steps to me as the other Ancients shifted back to give us some space but enough so they could hear. An'tar comes as well but stops halfway as Datho continued until he stopped in front of me. I bowed in respect.

"What is going on, my Lord?"

If any other Yautja said that to an Ancient like my brother, they would have been reprimanded with a smack to the face. But with my personal connection, along with my frequent meetings with the Council due to my position as being the next Leader of my Clan, it was like any other meeting but at the same time . . . different. I saw a slight expression of sadness seeping from the pupils of Datho's eyes and nothing else. He sighs, closing his eyes gently and looking back.

"It is Lord Dau'jein. He has fallen ill."

I paused, becoming more confused than ever. "What do you mean ill? Is he sick?"

"Much worse than that I'm afraid."

"How so?"

My voice became louder due to the frustration of my brother avoiding to answer directly. I didn't care if he looked somewhat sad. I needed to know but I can't exactly demand it from him. Despite being related by our father's side, he was of higher rank that I so trying something like that, I would get the short end of the stick. Datho moves closer until he slowly placed a firm grip on my shoulder. I tensed from the suddenness of his actions, still wondering what happened to our father until speaks again.

"He got ambushed and received a grave injury. It's a great possibility that he might not live much longer."

"Wha . . .?"

I couldn't finish my question after the words sunk in my head. Father? Dying from an injury? How can this be? Our father is stronger than that . . . How can this happen? My mouth gaped open in shock and I could feel the tip of my upper mandibles on the flaps that covered my inner mouth.

"How did this happen?"

Datho swallows deeply. "Bad Bloods ambushed out of nowhere, killed many of the hunting party. Pu'uko was one of them after he sent a distress call while you were gone but we were too late. The survivors were gravely injured and Lord Dau'jein got the worse. We're doing as much as we can to heal him but it's too severe."

Out of shock, I yanked myself away from Datho's grip and trying to keep from tripping on my own feet when a sudden feeling of weakness came through. First my mate and son . . . now my father? It was like my whole world was falling apart and I was powerless to stop it. It's happening again. It wasn't until a few moments passed that I felt my heart racing and my hands trembling a little. I forced myself to stop shaking and took shallow breaths so no one would notice my reaction, not that my brother could see it clearly but that was another situation. After I got myself together, I looked back at Datho.

"Did you find the Bad Bloods that had done this?"

"Unfortunately, they disappeared without a trace. The best trackers couldn't get a trail on them. It's like they were ghosts."

I growled as soon as he said they didn't find them. Out of reaction, Datho steps back leers at me. It snaps me out of my mood but the anger was still inside me. I took another breath before I spoke again.

"Alright. But it doesn't explain why the entire Council is here."

Datho's expression changes to a look that he couldn't believe that I said that, lifting one of his eyes up while crossing his arms over his chest. "You know as well why we are here."

My mind was slow to process what he meant with all my emotions mixed up in chaos but I got after clearing my head. Really? Does he want to talk about it now?

I growled. "You already know my answer to that."

Datho growls in response, not looking pleased. "You need to become the next Clan Leader. There's no other way."

"There's always a way!"

I stomped my foot down hard on the metal floor and moved away in anger. I turned my back on my brother as I lifted my head to concentrate on the ceiling, which was just as dull as the other places I've been.

It's understandable since there's a great chance that my Lord Dau'jein might not make it and the Council wants to ensure that another Yautja of close relations takes over. Otherwise, battles between the members would ensue and can give rise to a blood bath. It happened one time when a clan lost their leader too soon along with his heir and the rest of the members tried to declare themselves the next Clan Leader. Arguments occurred back and forth but got out of hand and all of the members killed each other. It's normal for members to fight for dominance as is the way of Yautja culture . . . the strongest warriors rule . . . but this incident took it too far. The Council refused to let it happen again so they made sure to prevent that and since this concerned the future of the Dark Blade Clan that is one of the most esteemed, it was expected for the Council to intervene. But I didn't want that . . .

"Daugo . . . Brother . . ."

I heard Datho's voice close to me. I didn't like that he tried to play the 'brother' card but he only does for important reasons. I turned my head around and saw him close by as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I know after losing Ba'kou, you refused to follow in our father's footsteps and I understand. But there's no other way. If I could, I would take your place but I'm already the Leader of the Council. You need to think about what's best for our clan. Please . . ."

I soaked in his words and had to admit that he had a point. Despite my protests, I had to think what's best for everyone but deep inside, there was a new reason why I didn't want to be the Clan Leader. If it happened, I would be limited to devoting my duties to the Dark Blade Clan and in short, it would be hard for me to travel back to Earth without a good reason. My mind drifted back to Mia, worried deeply for her and I wanted to see her again. I kept that reason to myself, fearing that I would have to explain what happened to the mission in which the Council would want to know. The only reason why they haven't when I arrived is this.

I sighed, turning fully around to stare at Datho. "I'll think about it. Right now, I need to see Lord Dau'jein."

When I said that, Datho shook his head. "It's best to let him rest. The healers are treating him as we speak. We only came because the Council had only a short time until we need to go back to our duties. Speaking of which, we need an update of your mission concerning the oomans."

Mentally, I rolled my eyes. I knew he would ask that. Although we would move to a more private setting, given that it was a high-profile secret mission we were talking about but this level is reserved to the high ranking Yautjas who are usually out on missions, hunts, or other things in general. Plus, other than Datho, the other Ancients would hassle if we tried to move somewhere else. Lazy bunch that calls themselves Ancients . . . not to mention Yi'stbah. I glanced slightly behind Datho and saw that bastard leering at me. Both of us never liked each other from the moment we met, even before he became an Ancient. He had an aura around him that felt arrogant. What to expect from a Yautja who was pampered all of his life?

I shook my head, moving my focus back to Datho who was waiting for me to answer. I sighed and was about to talk about the mission, determined to keep my involvement with Mia out of it. But then, all of us heard a roar from behind and it was no surprise to me who it was.

"There's that bastard!"

All of us looked to see Thant'oug pushing the Arbitrators out of way with Hakr'ouh trying to calm him down. When he sees me, Thant'oug starts stomping towards us and looking like he could kill someone with his stare alone, which was me since I was his intended target. Instinctually, I growled and moved into a small fighting stance in case he tried anything foolish. Despite the Council being here, Thant'oug would pull some sort of stupid stunt when he was like this. I saw him point his finger at me as he moved faster, roaring out in anger.

"You traitor! You pauking (fucking) traitor!"

He almost got to close contact with me until An'tar pushed between, holding his arms out as a shield for me. Thant'oug stops in his tracks and growls lightly . . . not like he did with me so I could tell he was trying to restrain himself. He better calm down or else this won't end well.

"What's the matter, Thant'oug?"

Thant'oug growls once more but directs it to me, looking underneath An'tar's arm and tried to past him as well. But An'tar moves in front is him swiftly, making sure that the path was blocked. Thant'oug roars again and out of frustration, starts shoving An'tar in an attempt to get to me. That saint sits well with the Council and like a bee swarm, each one moved to surround Thant'oug in a show of intimidation. It did little to help as it only made Thant'oug angrier. This time, he went too far when he managed to trip An'tar with his feet. An'tar grunts and falls on his side, not expecting that move from Thant'oug. I growled as loud as I could, spreading my mandibles in the process

He has gone too far! Disrespectful!

But just as the situation escalated quickly, the next thing I knew was that several Arbitrators grabbed onto each arm of Thant'oug's and pulled him away while An'tar got back on his feet. He struggled with all of his might to break free but it was in vain as more Arbitrators came rushing in. After a few seconds, Thant'oug was under control but I remained poised to fight until Datho roars.

"What is your problem, Thant'oug?!"

"You should be asking him over there!"

He points straight at me and everyone's eyes follow, shifting the entire focus of the room at me. It was nerve-wracking as it is to have so many faces looking at me with mixed expressions of doubt, shock, and a bit of anger from Yi'stbah. But he's always like that, especially to me. It doesn't count. I kept my emotions bottled up, crossing my arms and glaring a little at Thant'oug.

"It's not my problem when you act like a fool. And in front of the Council no less."

"Pauk (fuck) you!"

Thant'oug growls and scrambles with all of his might to break free of the Arbitrators' hold but it was like trying to stop an asteroid from crashing into a ship using only your bare hands. I've learned all too well when I had my angry outbursts and fought whoever tried to get in my way. My opponents either got severely injured or ended up dead. In the beginning, the Arbitrators didn't intervene but when it became more frequent, they would hold me down until I calmed down enough to leave. It wasn't fun and very humiliating as well.

I watched as the Arbitrators held Thant'oug back until he calmed down a little but the anger in his eyes never dimmed, focused directly on me. Datho pushed through to stand in front of Thant'oug, leaning his face down and growling ferociously. That stopped Thant'oug in his tracks as he froze in fear. That is what happens to any who dared to challenge or intimidate an Ancient, especially my brother who had a history of being one of the greatest fighters in his time. Probably still is today but not pushing it. Datho leans closer as he spoke but it was barely heard throughout the room.

"Let me make this clear. If you ever come bursting in anger during an important conversation like a child having a temper tantrum, I promise it will be the last time you ever have a mouth to use."

The tension in the room grew immensely, enough that it sent a chill creeping beneath my skin. I glanced towards the other members and saw that they were affected as well as each of their bodies tensed in fear. Even Lord Yi'stbah seemed agitated with his mandibles tightening together but wondered if it was because of something else. I turned back when I heard Datho start walking back to me but ordered the Arbitrators on the way.

"Make sure he gets to his room without any more problems."

The Arbitrators nod and start pulling Thant'oug out of the room and back to the lift with little resistance. When the doors to the lift finally close, the tension disappears but the Council started to show curious looks at why I was accused of something that had no idea what it was about. Datho stops in front of me but leans closer for a whisper.

"Let us talk somewhere more private."

With that, Datho walks past me and I followed suit. He turns to the rest of the Council. "You are dismissed. An'tar . . . make sure to check with the healers to make sure you didn't receive any injuries."

An'tar bows low. "Yes, my Lord."

We walked past everyone and heading into a small hallway that leads to my room, which was located at the very end and where I wanted to be . . . away from all of this. After reaching my room, I opened the door and moved to the side to let Datho first before I followed, shutting the door in the process. But I didn't get a chance to relax a bit when Datho asked bluntly.

"What happened on the ooman planet when you were there? I know that Thant'oug and you don't get along but for him to act like that with the Council in the same room, it must be serious. So spill it."

I turned around and saw that Datho wasn't too pleased, crossing his arms and letting his body lean to one side in a manner that a parent would give when they caught their children doing something bad. It was typical behavior between us but I knew when he was like this, there was no 'getting out' of this mess.

I sighed. "Alright. I'll tell you everything."

Datho sits there and listens as I spilled out what had occurred when Xen'ork and I arrived on the ooman planet, telling him that we were following orders to track down and stop the oomans that were alleged in conducting experiments with Yautja DNA and such but leaving out 'certain' things. As for Thant'oug's behavior, I merely told that we got into an argument and had a bit of a scuffle that ended pretty badly, saying that Thant'oug thought I was cheating. It was obviously a lie but it was convincing enough that Datho pushed it aside and allowed me to finish the rest of my story. It gave me some relief when I saw his head bobbing up and down a little.

"So you found out the location of the oomans. But it doesn't explain why you didn't just charge in and finish them off in an instant. From what you told me, they don't seem to be a challenge even to you."

"There were . . . complications."

Datho twitches his head, looking a little disbelieved. "Complications? That is unlike you."

"I know . . . but then I found out that the oomans are secretly meeting with one of our own."

That almost sent Datho in a rage, swiftly rushing towards me like a charging beast. His eyes started to burn with rage but not directed at me. It was almost like seeing a reflection of myself when I found out about it as well.

"Are you certain it was a Yautja?"

I nodded firmly. "There was no mistake. He delivered some kind of vial that held Yautja blood in it to the oomans. But I didn't get more when they were alerted by my presence. I almost captured him but he got the jump on me and took off. I tried tracking him down but then realized he — "

Immediately, I stopped speaking altogether and glad I did in time. I rambled so much about the mission that I almost spilled the beans about the one thing I wanted to avoid but my brother became insistent when he saw my mood change to being nervous all of a sudden. I tried to keep it contained but it was hard when my mind kept remembering the fear that followed when I thought the traitor might have gone after Mia. I snapped it when Datho asked in frustration.

"Realized what, Daugo? What is it?"

He takes a few steps closer, slitting his eyes almost closed as he tried to see what I was hiding. He may not be the most clever Yautja on the planet but he isn't stupid either. He can easily sniff out if I was trying to hide something. I was still contemplating if I should tell my brother about Mia but worried about what his reaction would be. If he finds out that his own brother is having an amorous relationship with an ooman female, it might do more harm than good. Not only that but to also find out that Mia is one of the oomans connected to the Yautja experimentation, there's a possibility that they might hunt her down or worse.

I can't let that happen!

I collected myself just enough that I could keep my composure and hoped that it worked. It was then that I remembered an important fact about the traitor so I changed the subject in a different direction.

"But I did see something interesting on the Bad Blood before he disappeared."

With that, Datho heard clearly and took a step back with his eyes widened a little but then slumps down, crossing his arms once more and composing himself. "What do you mean?"

When I was about to speak, I stopped when I started to remember where that symbol came from. It wasn't a pleasant experience and I rather not go through my memories once more but my instinct urges me to go on with it. I closed my eyes and concentrated hard, diving into the most horrible time in my life.

I can do this, Father! We can't let them escape!

I pushed through the pain and watched as Ba'kou runs to follow the Bad Bloods and again, my heart began to tremble, knowing what was coming. Like a shadow moving through the darkness, the very same Bad Blood swoops down on my son and all I could do was watch as I saw my son being killed once more . . . with a knife to his back . . .

But time was different, Instead of me screaming his name, I concentrated on the Bad Blood that started to lift himself up slowly, almost glaring at me through his emotionless mask. I glared right back but my eyes wandered away from his face and down to his arm that held the knife, dripping with Ba'kou's blood. I wanted to kill him right then and there but I caught sight of the red X symbol on his wrist gauntlet. I looked even closer and it was the same one that I saw back on the ooman planet.

There's the same!

I pulled myself out of my memories and opened my eyes to see that I was back in my room with Datho still waiting for my answer. Realizing what I had just discovered, I stepped closer to him, clearing my throat so I could speak clearly."The Bad Blood wore a red X symbol on his armor that seemed familiar to me! He belongs to the same clan that killed Ba'kou!"

I roared in almost a triumphant sound like I won a fight or killed prey that was rare. It startled Datho for a moment but relaxed and asked a question that I forgot would change the situation in a bad way for me.

"Do you have proof?"

"I . . ."

I stumbled when I realized that I didn't have anything. At that time, I left my mask back on the ship and didn't have the recording to capture what I had seen. I cursed myself for being such an idiot at that moment. I should have known better than that Council is infamous for only taking action if there is concrete evidence to back up what the claimant had declared before them but it's there for a good reason. Many seasons ago, there were many incidents where one warrior or clan accused another of misconduct or something of that sort, the Council would send Arbitrators to deal with the problem with little or no information, and it mostly ended badly to the point that civil war almost broke out. The Council cleaned up the mess but declared that from that point on, evidence like recordings and such are necessary for action to be taken. It prevented much bloodshed but right now, it was becoming very frustrating. However, I didn't have the power to take action on a whim despite my rank and the law . . . is the law.

I close my eyes and sigh before looking back at Datho, speaking with disappointment in my voice.

"No. I don't"

Datho takes a deep breath, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe that this was happening. "Then there's nothing I can do for you. I may be the Leader but without proof of what you said, the Council can't do anything. I think that you're still dwelling in the past and you need to accept what happened and move on."

"I don't want to! I know what I saw!"

I twisted away from him and in my anger, I punched the wall nearest me. It left a dent about the size of a boulder as I pulled out my fist and the pain began to radiate up to my elbow. It took everything in me to not roar in agony but the rage inside me was still there. How can my own brother say something like that? I can't abandon this after realizing that my son's killer may still be out there. I need to settle this . . . but how?

I leaned my head until it gently settles on the way, closing my eyes and feeling a little defeated that I wasn't going to get the support that I thought was coming. Some part of me blames myself for not getting my mask and capturing what I saw. I felt so stupid that I made a mistake like that. What do I do now?

But then, a firm hand places itself on my shoulder, causing me to lift my head off the wall and look to my side and seeing Datho glancing at me with concern but at the same time . . . reassurance.

"We will find a way to get what you need. I believe you and you know that I will always support you. We're brothers after all."

He smiles a little but I didn't have the strength nor mood to smile back at him. I was mentally drained as I turned to face the wall once more. "I know."

I grunted and stayed still as a statue while Datho lets out a small purr to reassure me that all will be well. He lets go of my shoulder and I heard his footsteps walking towards the exit. I didn't bother to move and watch him go and I'm sure Datho got the message so he stays quiet until he calls out one last time.

"You know . . . you should speak with Lar'ja soon. He's coming back from his recent 'excavation' of hunting the same Bad Bloods . . . and he needs to know what will happen from this point on. Get some rest."

And with that, I heard the door open and quickly shut and the room becomes deadly silent. I didn't move for quite a while until the urge to move became too strong. I pushed off of the wall and walked to the washing area, heading to the sink and splashing some water on my face. It was soothing but not enough to clear my mind of everything that has happened. I lowered my head and closed my eyes for a minute.

What do I do now?

I was about to look up until I heard Mia's voice ringing inside me.

I wished that everyone would feel the same way as I do when I'm with you. If only Yautjas and humans could coexist, then all of the bloodsheds wouldn't happen. If only we say ourselves as equals . . . find the balance between us.

Somehow, her words rang true and strong and create a small fire deep in my chest. As equals . . . Ta'kasa.

I lifted my head to see my reflection in the mirror. I looked tired and beaten but repeating Mia's words in my head once more, the tiredness fades from my features. I felt the resolve inside me grow as I leered into my own eyes, making a vow to myself.

"I will make sure to find you again, Mia. And I will find out who's behind everything. I promise."

I took a deep breath and moved away from the sink, walking to my bedroom to get some rest before I start what I need to do, determined to find out.

Once and for all.

Hi Readers!

This chapter made me feel very sad for Daugo and shows a lot of his struggle between finding a way to make things right and following the rules that don't sound as fair as they seem to be. Not to mention that Daugo's father is now dying but he doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of becoming a Clan Leader. Will he accept it to protect his clan? Or follow his own heart and makes his own path, despite the consequences that could follow?

Let's just hope that Daugo will be able to make it back to Mia in one piece before something bad happens since he now knows the Bad Blood that killed his son might be involved with Stargazer. Who is this mysterious Yautja that is somehow plaguing Daugo's life every step of the way?

Find out when Chapter 11 comes next week!

P.S. Thank you Anonymous-E, Maria, and NeverNeverLady for the reviews on last night's chapter of Metamorphosis. I did like the love between Anya and A'kib. It's pretty cute as well and now . . . I got a cute image if I could draw it myself lol. As for Maria, a lot can happen on the Chiva cause the true danger is yet to be seen so there might be something that Anya has never faced before. Not to mention that her blood can't heal everything . . . so a lot can happen on the table. ;)

Also, I thank you very much for the forgiveness that you gave me Anonymous-E. I still have lots of work to do on my grammar since great writing is not my forte lol. And I forgot to tell you that I got your information on your request story but if you have anything else to add, let me know. :)

Thank you all for the great support and enjoy! :)))

Reading notes:

Normal = Anya (human form) speaking English (ooman language)

Italic = Anya (human form) speaking Yautja

Bold = Any Yautja speaking English (ooman language)

Bold and Italic = Any Yautja speaking Yautja language