Nexus

by DarkOne09

(Prelude to Twisted Fate) A Yautja hunter is sent upon the oomans with a mission to prevent the progress of hybridization among them and vows to stop it at all costs. But upon arriving, he finds more than what he expects when he encounters someone who catches his interest. But is it just coincidence? Or is this the start of something bigger than themselves?

13. Chapter 13 (Torture from Truth: Part 1)

Chapter 13: Torture From Truth (Part 1)

Disclaimer: I do not own Alien/Predator series or any characters and may not follow all customs and cultures found in Alien/Predator movies.

[9 seasons ago = 90 ooman years ago]

[Daugo's POV]

"Keep up everyone! We haven't got all day!"

"Yes, my Lord!"

All of my Clan members walked behind me, following the path I was taking them through a barren planet that would have been overlooked by other warriors as foolish and a waste of time. Who can blame them? The planet, known as Xe'no'tit, was covered solely by a wasteland with some particular areas having sand dunes and a small oasis that hide deadly creature similar to the one back on Yautja Prime. Some of my men questioned my choice of the planet to hunt on but I knew better. Hidden on this planet were legendary prey called L'itxhs that have the body of a serpent, the size of mammoths, but covered in adorning feathers that would put any warrior to shame when one incorporated it into their armor. However, they can be proven deadly since they are sharp enough to cut through thick trees that are as ancient as the planet itself. They were unformidable prey but worthy of a prized trophy, especially with the prospect of my ascension to take on the role of Clan Leader. I wanted to make my father proud.

I won't disappoint him.

"Father!"

I heard a familiar voice call to me and I turned my head to the side, activating my mask into thermal vision. It didn't take me long to know who was coming to me. I turned off my mask, taking it off and hooking it on the side of my belt. My eyes lit up when I saw running to me with all of his glory. His armor was very simple compared to mine that had so many carvings embedded into my chest armor while he was plain and covered only the basics like his shoulder armor, loincloth, and his wrist gauntlets. But it won't be like that for long. I could see more of his mother in his physical features than myself, having the almost-black, dark green color all over his skin rather than the simple, dark brown skin and V-shaped mark on the forehead that I have. But I was still proud of him.

"Ba'kou."

Upon hearing my call, his pace got faster until he slowed down when we were only a few feet apart. He stops and straightens himself out, bowing his head to show respect as would any Yautja would do. He lifts his head and also pulls his mask off, holding it on the side of his hips as he smiles at me.

"I patrolled around the caves in the sand dunes and found our target."

I nodded my head. "And they didn't see or hear you?"

"No, Father. I made sure to cover my tracks upon coming here. We'll have the advantage necessary to take the L'itxhs without much of a fight."

I saw the look of overconfidence in Ba'kou's eyes and I knew that it wasn't good. My son had tendencies to do that and then get badly injured after it. I couldn't count how many times he would go off, not listen to me, and then end up with multiple scratches. He's lucky that no limbs were lost. I growled to get Ba'kou's attention, snapping him out of his mood.

"Don't underestimate your prey nor think you have the advantage. In a hunt, anything can happen so make sure you listen to me. Especially on this one."

I inhaled deeply as Ba'kou blinked his eyes for a could of seconds, lowering his head and bowing once more. "Forgive me, Father. I'm only eager to make you and our Clan proud."

My body relaxes a little bit while my chest began to fill with pride. I smiled and moved closer to him and placed my hand firmly on his shoulder. "I know you do."

Both of us looked into each other's eyes, conveying a sense of pride to each other and it made me feel happy. But then, I heard another familiar voice calls from behind me and I let go of Ba'kou to turn around. The moment I laid eyes on the person that my heart began to beat strong, spreading the heat through every fiber.

"Ni'geria."

"Daugo."

My mate purred seductively as she walked towards me, swaying her hips back and forth slowly and making sure her eyes shined brightly into mine. I tried my best not to give in to my desire to just take her right then and there with everyone watching. What male Yautja wouldn't? My life mate was unique in more ways than one. Her skin was colored with a dark green that almost looked like it would turn black if left unattended but it was highlighted with a smooth brown color that traveled down her arms. Her armor was exquisite and hybridized with her chest covered with a metal top that it straps curved just right over the top of her shoulders but her loincloth was made of fur from a rare white-colored Karin'gar, which has become our favorite prey to hunt along with providing excellent practice for Ba'kou before he became Blooded. I hoped to take Lar'ja soon when he's got more training under his belt.

Speaking of which . . . where is he now?

"Where's Lar'ja?"

Ni'geria stops in front of me and moves her face closer to me. Her lower mandibles graze across my cheek as she purrs into the side of my face, sending a jolt that journeyed straight down to my groin.

"Don't worry. I left him with Pu'uko before I left. He's in good hands . . . and you're in my hands now."

Her tongue comes out of her mouth and glides across my skin, earning a small purr from me. She smiles but I needed to keep myself together. We're on a hunt. Gently, I pushed with my hands and moved her a few inches away from me. She tilts her hand to the side a little in confusion by my actions but I pressed a finger on her inner mouth, moving closer until I whispered in her ear.

"As much as I want to take you, we have more pressing matters to attend. I'll give you what you want later."

Ni'geria purrs again in response and I gave her a stroke on her hip, slapping it a little when I pulled away. My mate chuckles and walks back towards the hunting party, making sure to check on them in case a few were going to get into a fight. It's normal for Yautjas to get antsy after being gone from Yautja Prime for a while and not having the same luxuries with them on the ship. It mattered little what they thought about it. We were on a hunt and that's all that matters.

"Father . . . Really?"

I turned to Ba'kou who was crossing his arms but looked with disgust. I know he was only looking like that because he was watching his parents getting it on. It didn't make sense since Ba'kou had taken some mates already but haven't produced a child successfully yet. I got concerned that he was infertile but the healers informed us that he was alright, just the females aren't viable to reproduce. I kept telling my son many times to find a suitable partner but of course, he was just as stubborn as me. But it was nice that he focused all of his energy on training and hunts instead of lounging around, drinking into an abyss like those that don't care.

I chuckled in Ba'kou's direction, stretching my shoulders when I felt a cramp coming on. "You should be used to it by now."

He growled softly. "Yeah . . . but not when we're about to hunt formidable prey."

I chuckled, walking over to Ba'kou and placed a firm hand on his armored shoulder. I stared into his eyes for a few seconds. "When you find someone dear to you, you'll understand."

I patted his shoulder before releasing it, ready to get this hunt done and over with so I could enjoy the spare time with Ni'geria. I have so much in store for her . . . Hmmm. I roared towards the hunting party that eagerly turned my gazes on me, including Ni'geria who was giving me seductive looks and making sure I knew it. It didn't fail to draw my attention as I twitched my mandibles in delight but for only a split second. I stood on top of a rock that was above the party so everyone could hear me. They kept their focus on me as I gave my pre-hunting speech that all Leaders have to make.

"Listen up. The L'itxhs have been spotted deep in the caves of the sand dunes. It's a massive area to cover so we'll split into two teams. Half will head towards the south side while the other to the north side. It will not only trap the L'itxhs in the caves but also provide defense so the prey won't attack us from behind."

I looked over to Ni'geria as she nodded, smiling as well. I reciprocated by smiling back before I kept going. "Ni'geria . . . you will take one team and head south. Understood?"

She purred. "Of course, my mate."

The sound she made didn't go deaf to the rest of the hunting party as I heard a mix of groans and purrs, telling me that they were getting frustrated. I growled loudly and it shut them up right away. I slightly relaxed but kept my mandibles open to make sure everyone heard me. I was satisfied when everyone stood still. That's right . . . Keep your heads together.

I looked to my side where Ba'kou was standing there attentive. "You'll come with me to the other party. Once we have our prey, return to this spot so the ship can pick us up." I glanced at everyone one last time, proceeding to place my mask on, unhooking from my belt and saw that everyone was doing the same.

My mask was very simple with the overall design but what made it stand out was the red color lining on every crevice and under the eyes, giving it a fiendish look of a demon emerging from flames. A look that I wanted to intimidate my prey and other Yautjas. Once the mask was on, I checked the settings to make sure all was working, especially the communications since the party will be split up. Seeing that there was a strong signal, I used it to call the other warriors.

"Communications are on. Make sure you keep in contact at all times." I turned my head across to check on all members before roaring. "Understood!?"

"Understood!"

A whole cheer from the hunting party gave me such vigor that I looked forward to the man trophies we will gain today. With all settled, I watched Ni'geria command her group to mobilize immediately. It was so enticing to watch my mate command with such strength. How did I get so lucky? Ni'geria turns her masked face towards me that was detailed in spots of green that were each lined with gold. It was a special trait of the Amazon Clan that was mostly made up of females that have lost their clans to civil war or completely wiped out. The unfortunates as they are called . . . But not to me. They were warriors worthy of being respected as all others because they continue like true Yautjas and that is what attracted me to Ni'geria in the first place . . . the leader of the Amazon Clan.

I watched as she gave one last purr before heading off towards the sand dunes with the rest following suit. I glanced at her and then towards Ba'kou who bowed his head in respect. I nodded slightly before calling out to my fellow warriors.

"Let's go!"

Like a shooting star, I took off towards the other side of the sand dunes with Ba'kou and the rest of the hunting party not far behind as we have begun the Hunt.

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When we reached the caves that barely poked out from the side of the sand dunes, I halted the party to observe for a little bit. It drove the other warriors crazy that we weren't going immediately. Ba'kou being the most since he checked the caves beforehand but wondered why I wasn't charging into the caves upon arrival. The party and I stationed a few meters away in the hard parts of the sand and under some trees that were scattered thinly on the edge of an oasis.

"Father . . . why aren't we going in?"

"Ba'kou. Be quiet."

I couldn't think and talk to him at the same time as I scanned the area with my wrist gauntlet. Before any hunt, the information on the planet was given and stored within our gauntlets to all Blooded warriors and even more with the higher ranking Yautjas. Our targets can be seen easily through our heat vision but in this territory, everything around was so hot that the prey could be barely seen. But that wasn't the problem. I couldn't see anything in the caves at all, even with the hologram from my wrist gauntlet and that was an instant red flag. I know my son to not lie about seeing the L'itxhs and then we find out that there are none. My mask scanned further around but still no sign of life. Something's wrong. I can feel it.

"Father."

I heard Ba'kou call once more and I became irritated by it. He's acting like a pup again. When will he ever learn? I turned my head and gave a quick snarl, snapping him a few inches back and submitted immediately. It was normal between two Yautjas of different yank with the higher one giving warnings and the lower ranking submitting by lowering their eyes. It was worse between father and son since Ba'kou knew better. I waited until Ba'kou lifts his masked face slowly towards me and I could feel his eyes look into my own. I relaxed and went back to my gauntlet to check the caves once more. But I could feel Ba'kou's sights digging into the back of my skull and so with a deep sigh, I answered him.

"The prey is not in there."

I spoke silently so the rest of our hunting party wouldn't catch wind of this. They were already on wit's end from standing here and from hearing the growls and arguments between them, this news would drive them insane. But of course, Ba'kou almost spilled the beans when we were about to roar out.

"What do you mean that—"

"Quiet."

Again, I snarled and my son went back into submission but not as long as the first time. Knowing his mistake, I heard him take a slow breath before speaking quietly. "I checked the caves and saw several L'itxhs in them. How could they just disappear like that?"

When I could see that Ba'kou was in a better state of mind from listening to the soft tone of his voice, I inched closer to him and made sure he got a good view of the hologram I was seeing. I let him figure out from the images as to why I haven't charged in the caves with the hunting party. Ba'kou grunted in shock, tilting his head back in surprise.

"How can this be?"

I nodded, glad that he figured it out on his own without me explaining it. "There is no sign that the L'itxhs are in there. It's like they'd vanished in a mere few minutes."

"So what do we do, Father?"

I grumbled at how this hunt was going downhill and not for the better. A part of me wanted to investigate the caves and see if we find anything that my gauntlet couldn't pick up. It would give us a clue as to what is happening. I turned off my wrist gauntlet, turning back to the hunting party whilst ignoring Ba'kou questions about what I was doing. I roared, getting everyone's full attention as I gave them my decision as to the leader.

"There has been a new development. I know all of you are anxious to get the hunt started but for now, I and Ba'kou will scan the caves while the rest of you will remain here. Keep communications on and we will call when we have found our prey."

Right as I said those words, the majority of the party growled and roared furiously. It didn't surprise me that I would get some resistance but I never tolerated such rash behavior, especially with the current predicament. I growled so loud that I could feel the vibrations from my throat radiate down to my toes. Everyone stopped and went silent, lowering their eyes to the ground in submission. I took a huge sigh and turned to Ba'kou.

"Let's go."

Ba'kou gave a nod before we took off towards the caves until we stopped at the entrance. I scanned it to see if it would give us a clearer view but my mask didn't pick up anything. I grunted in frustration that I pressed my wrist gauntlet a little too hard and saw that I caused a dent in it. Great . . . Arkarb is going to have a field day with getting an explanation.

"Father? Nothing?"

I shook my head while he moved to my side. "No. Nothing at all. I guess we have to go in anyway."

"You sure that's a good idea?"

My anger and patience with Ba'kou were starting to strain. His biggest flaw is popping out its ugly head. There were times when my son would impress me with his intelligence and skills that a leader would display . . . and then these times when he would question my decisions as to the Leader of the party. But my mind was preoccupied with the current situation so I grumbled, taking off into the cave whilst hearing Ba'kou sigh in frustration. Not a good time to act like that, my son.

Inside, it was completely dark and if it weren't for our heat vision provided by our masks, we would be going in blind. But I don't rely on my sense of vision too much. I learned much in my youth to resort to my other senses like taste, touch and especially hearing in this case. In my opinion, this particular sense is the greatest one I would recommend for all warriors.

But now . . . there was no sound whatsoever except for me and Ba'kou's light footsteps. Something's wrong. This shouldn't be dead silent. I pressed my gauntlet to change into night vision but that also yielded no results. I stopped abruptly, holding my hand out to stop Ba'kou. I could hear him about to open his mouth and that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I softly growled but layered it with frustration so that Ba'kou would get the message. All he did was slightly click his mandibles. I lowered my hand slowly, closing my eyes to allow my hearing to take control.

In the first few moments, the howling of wind from the outside blew in. I dug my feet into the ground in the hopes of catching any vibration, indicating movement inside the cave. Nothing of the sort happened but all of a sudden, a sound of crushed rocks got my attention and my eyes immediately shot open.

"This way."

I whispered and Ba'kou followed slowly. We took it to step by step until the cave started to turn into a small tunnel but still big enough for us to go through. But right as I was about to enter the start of it, a stench so foul hits me like a punching bag. I'd smelled lots of stenches before but this one was so bad that my mandibles pushed harshly onto the underside of my mask in an attempt to get some fresh air. Despite it, it reminded of something far too familiar and to many other Yautjas that have been on more hunts than all Young Bloods combined. I heard Ba'kou behind started to growl and grunt in disgust, telling me that I wasn't the only one smelling this.

"Father . . . What is that pauking (fucking) scent?"

"I don't know . . . but guess what it reminds you of."

I didn't have to wait long for Ba'kou to answer. As much as my son had a lot to learn, this particular lesson is one that he would never forget. "Rotting flesh."

I nodded. "Correct. Whatever is ahead, stay vigilant and don't let your guard down."

"Yes, Father."

I turned my head to the side so I could see Ba'kou behind me. It was a glance but it was enough to see that my son got the message. Better to be safe than sorry. As a precaution, I turned on my cloaking device in case something pops up but I'd never wanted to use it except for strategic moves like tracking. Once I made sure it was on, I moved forward and started to walk towards and into the tunnel. The stench got stronger and I held in my breath for as long as I could, quickly taking a breath before closing my inner mouth. As I reached towards the corner, I pulled out my wrist blades. I pressed my back onto the rocky wall and turned to see Ba'kou on my side. We gave a silent nod before I turned the corner swiftly and without noise. The sight that I saw confirmed my suspicion.

Right at my feet, a massive head sat on the ground. It was such a massive size that it could swallow a fully grown Yautja whole. It was no mistake . . . it was a dead L'itxh lying on the cold ground. Its body was sprawled out all over the cave, decorating the walls with its blue blood and feathers that seemed like they were ripped off violently. Midway down it, I saw that there was a massive cut that opened up where its stomach would be. Instead, its intestines and other organs were spilling out. I saw its chest was also cut but in the shape of a hole the side of my head. I walked a bit closer to the corpse, turning off my cloaking device, sheathing my wrist blades and kneeling next to the L'itxh. I reached down, touching a pool of blood and bringing it close to my face. I studied it for a bit before looking back at the dead L'itxh, noticing another dead one further back in the tunnel and in the same state. One thing's for sure, this creature was killed by another warrior. This . . . is a massacre.

"What happened here?"

Ba'kou, who came to my side, stood over the corpse and I could feel the anger radiating off of him. I couldn't blame him for his response. He probably figured it out that this prey was killed not according to the Code of Honor. The first noticeable thing was the head of the L'itxh that was still intact, left there with no care in the universe. Another was that it looked like a butcher rather than a clean kill and that was a big mistake. Anyone else who would have seen this would have an angry field day. It didn't make sense . . . the L'itxhs were alive a few minutes ago. How could someone come in and out without us noticing?

I shook my head. "I don't know . . . But this was done recently. Had your sensors gone off while you checked the caves earlier?"

He shook his head. "No . . . If I did, then I would have reported it."

"I know . . . but someone did this. Killed all of the prey and left them here."

"But why?"

Again, I shook my head. I had no answer to that question but I had a suspicion. If they'd left them here to rot, maybe they might be using them for—

My mind snaps out of its focus when I heard a sound of metal unsheathing but it was close. It was not Ba'kou or I. My head snaps to the side when I heard another noise but was growing louder. My body jolts up as I turned to Ba'kou.

"Get down!"

Right as I said it, I saw a disk flying towards up with its blades out. I dropped to the ground and Ba'kou did the same. Just in time as the disk flew over our heads, embedding into the opposite wall. I jumped onto my feet and glanced towards the disk. That's a Yautja weapon . . . Sometimes I hate it when my suspicions are right on the mark.

From the moment I found the corpses and saw the handiwork, it had to be from another Yautja . . . a Bad Blood no less. But in a split second, my mask detected a presence and as soon as I turned on my heat vision, it showed a massive form comes charging from the dark shadows of the tunnel. Immediately, I pulled out my wrist blades and charged. The figure roars and it was a Yautja one. Our blades met while I saw a fist coming towards my face. I grabbed it in my free hand and roared back louder. It was in an instant that the Yautja pulls away, sending sparks from when our blades ripped away from each other. I took a few steps back and switched to night vision to get a clearer view of him. The Bad Blood was a simple one with the bare minimal armor covering his shoulder and wore a leather loincloth but his gauntlets and mask told a different story. It looked too advanced for him and almost rivaled ours. The metal was almost flawless and the blades that protruded were very details. Almost like it belonged to an Elite or maybe one of the Council. His mask was plain and didn't show any indication as to what clan he belonged and only deepened the facts that he was a Bad Blood. It was normal since they didn't want to represent the clan that they abandoned or betrayed.

I roared back at him for an answer. "Who are you!?"

Of course, I didn't expect him to answer and all the Bad Blood gave me was a menacing growl. I reciprocated and kneeled low in preparation for an attack from either him or me. But then, I heard heavy footsteps racing towards me and saw from my mask that it was another one like the Bad Blood. I turned around but the other Bad Blood was already a few inches from gutting me with his knife. But then, I saw a flash of Ba'kou slamming into the side of the Bad Blood, sending him flying towards the wall. I looked towards my son and nodded in approval. Very well done.

But the fight wasn't over yet. The Bad Blood that Ba'kou got stood up with a knife in one hand and wrist blades out on the other. Both I and Ba'kou spun until our backs were pressed on each other. I snarled at my opponent to divert my focus on how hard my heart was beating.

"Who are these Bad Bloods?"

Ba'kou gives out a growl at the same time when the Bad Blood in front of him lunges a step forward. I did the same to the other Bad Blood that was doing the same. Trying to entice up to make the first move? Not on your life.

"I have no idea. But we can take care of this. Do you remember what I taught you if you're cornered?"

"Find a weak spot."

I thrilled in pride that Ba'kou remembered that important lesson. Although not many taught it to their children if they got trapped since most hunts are conducted with a group of warriors. Of course, only Elites and expert Blooded warriors can do that since they had much experience hunting on their own. But not me . . . I knew that every lesson was important and I'm glad it's paying off.

I nodded in approval. "Good. They're going to attack at the same time. Get ready."

"Yes, Father."

I felt Ba'kou reaching between our backs, pulling out his spear that he always kept with him. He was an expert with the spear weapon and would be considered one of the greatest as soon as he got more experience in hunting. Both of us waited patiently, keeping our eyes on the Bad Bloods as they shifted in their spots. I guessed that they had enough of waiting because, in an instant, both lunged right at us with lightning speed. Both of us roared, charging as well as a vicious battle ensued.

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It only lasted for a few minutes but it seemed like forever. The fight ended when I stabbed the Bad Blood deep in his chest, cutting into his heart and killing him instantly. I didn't get out of the fight unscathed. The Bad Blood did get a deep nick into the side of my abdomen that wasn't covered with armor but I ignored it. It stopped bleeding after a few minutes it was cut so I didn't bother tending to it. Surprisingly, in some way, Ba'kou had only gotten bruises from his battle, piercing his spear through the neck of the other Bad Blood after they scrambled on the floor. The prowess he showed gave me such pride, watching him stand over his kill like any warrior who had come out victorious. His chest was heaving from exerting so much energy and I was the same but not as bad. I glanced down to the Bad Blood, using my mask to make sure his heart had stopped beating. The damage shown was more than enough that my job was done. I walked over to Ba'kou as he was taking his time to gather his breath.

"You did well, my son."

He didn't answer right away, still looking down at the dead Bad Blood but I could sense that he was thinking of something. "What is it?"

Ba'kou shook his head. "It doesn't make sense."

I tilted his head, curious as to what he meant. "What do you mean?"

Ba'kou sheathed his spear, placing it on his back before turning his masked face towards me. "The dead L'itxhs . . . Bad Bloods attacking us all of a sudden . . . I don't think this is a coincidence."

I stepped closer to him until I was only a few feet in front of him while I unsheathed my wrist blades. "You're right about that. This was planned long before we arrived here. Someone must have known we were hunting on this planet."

Ba'kou growled. "Do you think it might be an inside job?"

I shook my head, unable to give a firm answer but there was no denying that all the evidence was leading towards someone walking among us since known Bad Bloods wouldn't dare to come near Yautja Prime, let alone walk among the crowds unless they wanted a death wish. I need to contact the rest of our party.

It wasn't until that moment that I remembered we'd left the rest of the hunting party waiting for us. They must be angry or worried as to why we didn't contact them sooner. Quickly, I brought my wrist gauntlet close to my face and pressed on the communications. Normally, I would get an instant answer but instead, I only got static. That was a big red flag, especially since I specifically told everyone to make sure the communications stay strong. I pressed more codes and tried to speak for an answer.

"Come in. What's going on? Hello?"

Again, only static comes through and my mind started to scramble in panic but kept it inside as to not worry Ba'kou who already looked distressed as he kept stepping back and forth, hearing his mandibles click underneath his mask. All of this that was going on was getting worse. With the Bad Bloods attacking up and feeling like it was planned, the troubles with the communications were telling me that something worse had happened. I tried to tweak the communications on my side and tried again but nothing. I grumbled in frustration and turned off my gauntlet, having enough of trying.

"Change in plans. Let's regroup with the others and figure out what's going on."

Ba'kou agreed and both of us started to head back out of the tunnel. But as we reached a few feet towards the cave's exit, we heard a sound that sent alarm bells in my head. Several blasts echoed into the cave and even caused so rubble to fall from the walls, indicating that they were very close to us.

"Are those plasmacasters!?"

My son roared in shock and he was right. The sound was coming from plasmacasters but they seemed louder and more powerful than the ones I'm used to. That isn't good . . . must be more Bad Bloods. But that is when I heard the roars and screams following soon after. Both me and Ba'kou jumped in in our feet, turning our faces towards each other in an instant. Pauk (fuck)!

"We need to go! Now!"

Without hesitation, both of us raced out of the cave and into the outside. Little did we know of the chaos that played out a few meters away . . . and the horror that both of us, especially me, would soon face.

Hi Readers!

What a good start for Daugo that turned into a disaster at the very end. Both him and Ba'kou were ambushed by Bad Bloods but I have a funny feeling that they have an important agenda than they are letting on. It's only a matter of whether Daugo can figure it out in time.

But for those who have read Metamorphosis and the beginning of Nexus, I think all of you will know what is coming. More will come in Part 2 that will probably make everyone scream 'no' . . . a lot. Who knows? :(

Find out when Chapter 14 (Part 2) comes next Sunday. :)

P.S. Thank you Anonymous-E, Mariah, and Guest for the wonderful reviews on Metamorphosis. They inspire me so much so the more . . . the better lol.

Anonymous-E: I know you love Lar'ja and you've waited for him to come back but it will be a few more chapters before he makes an appearance. But how he comes back . . . hmmmmmm . . . my little secret but it's becoming difficult since Anya is starting to pin for An'tar. A lover triangle emerging? Hmmmmm . . . And thank you for the details of Chapters 2 and 3 for Respect. I will incorporate it into the story with a little twist. The bonus song will be posted in the next chapter of Metamorphosis. Debating on a few choices so I hope you love it. :)))

Mariah: Daugo will tell Anya about what connection he has with her mother . . . and it will be a painful one for Daugo. I feel bad for putting him through this but it's necessary. Xen'ork's backstory is based on the Predator Concrete Jungle game but varies when it comes to the timeline. But I liked the character and felt like he needed to have a part in my story. And I heard about the new Predator game coming. As long as it's coming on PS4, I'm so ready to buy and play it when it comes out. So excited! :D

Guest: Thank you for the review. I can't say much without spoiling it so I hope you can wait until the right time comes.

Thank you and enjoy! :)))

Reading notes:

Normal = Human speaking English (ooman language)

Bold = Any Yautja speaking English (ooman language)

Bold and Italic = Any Yautja speaking Yautja language