A/N: Okay, okay. It seems a few people are confused about the whole 'ethical' thing. This is my theory on predators and their code of ethics.
There has always been a code of war. You know, no killing innocents, no killing unless in self defense, blah, blah, blah. And from what I've seen, Yautja has a sense of a warrior code. And repaying debts is one of them. Just like not leaving your comrade behind. Scar acknowledges Lex as a warrior. He sees her as a equal and treats her like one. So there.
Anyhoo, the ending is near! Maybe two more chapters and this fic is done! YAY!
Anyhoo, R/R!
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The wind of the artic chill blew past the windows of this large ship, reminding everyone on board to keep their instruments at a constant heat level. Nobody can afford for one bolt to become frozen or else all hell would break loose.
Superior Yung stood watching the temperature still at a constant -18 Celsius, his arms comfortably folded behind his back. A large red sash dawns over his shoulder, representing power among his people. His eyes never blinked unless necessary, almost giving the illusion he never does. Such a stoic position and gaze gave off waves of great self-confidence, every time somebody dared to make eye-contact, they would wonder…what is going through his head at this moment?
'Boy it's cold.'
Yung blinked at a sudden noise behind him, the door to his chambers opened and one of his generals walked in. The general walked to the middle of the room, stopping a good few feet back before taking a bow, a sign of respect to his superior. "Report."
Yung tore his gaze from the window to his general, nodding for him to carry on.
"Still no response from Scar. We have rumors that his Bio-bomb was set off 1030, but obviously, the pyramid still stands."
Yung growled. "I ask for a report and you give me rumors? I want solid facts not rumors!"
The general faltered under the tone of his superior. "We do know that Hurck and Ga'raa are dead-"
"No surprise there," Yung spat out with no remorse. "Hurck was too slow and Ga'raa-although superior in speed and stealth-he never could last long in a hand-to-hand combat situation. I would think being with Scar would kept them alive, but alas, I was foolish. How long has Scar been in there?"
"Three hours."
Yung nodded and than scowled. "Give him another hour. If he does not come out by then, he is declared dead and the pyramid is to be destroyed. Got that?"
The general bowed again. "Yes sir."
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Lex wondered briefly if she vomited over Alien-guy's back, would he kill her?
Heck, probably sneezing near him might get her killed.
Lex wanted to place a hand over mouth to fend off the rising bile in her throat, hoping to seize off the path from which it comes.
Left, right, left, right, up, down, smacking face, left, right…
She was going to burst if Alien-guy wouldn't stop moving so much. The way he trotted was more of a bouncing run, taking leaps every time he took a step. Her body bounced in sync with his, making it harder for her to keep down every meal she had in her life.
Well, it was a good fight. But Lex lost.
"Buglooooooooooooooooooogh!"
Scar felt something warm dribble down his back. He slowed his jog as another "Blurch" came from the female, this time the warmth going past his thighs and calves.
Lex gave off a small "Sorry."
Oh, how did Scar wanted to kill her right now.
Resume running, left, right, left, up, down, sound of vomit hitting the ground, right…
Scar was getting frustrated. More than usual. It wasn't because he had vomit on his legs, it wasn't because this hunt was taking much longer than he anticipated, it was because he was getting TIRED.
HE! Was getting tired! He! Scar-son of Besthada, heir to the Naum clan, the most prestige clan in his village-was getting tired. He trained for endless weeks, running with weights on his back for long periods, days mastering the art of throwing the shuriken, and hours of meditation and studying. And now, only running for twenty minutes with a 150 pound female on his shoulder, he was getting tired. PATHETIC.
He had been wanting to stop and rest for awhile now, but didn't dare. He would keep going, he would not stop until-
Whoa, a wave a dizziness went over him.
Okay, time for a break.
Almost stumbling, Scar caught himself before his feet misplaced themselves. Setting the human on the ground first, he sat down also, relived to finally sit. But he couldn't show weakness. Especially not in front of HER. Can't have her think his race was weak. Oh no. So to cover his actions, Scar pretended to look at his helmet.
Lex felt better. Throwing up did her good. Unless it got her killed. That's bad.
She did feel bad though. Guilty, for throwing up on her companion. If HE was the one who threw up on HER, she would've killed him within a blink of an eye. So she had to give him credit for not going insane.
"What's your name?"
Lex is a person of respect. She gives those who deserve respect pride and friendship, and those who did not, cold shoulder and contempt. She asks for this creature's name because she believes he deserves respect; she will not refer to him as "Alien-guy" no longer.
But at this moment, "Alien-guy" was ignoring her.
"Hey," She tapped his shoulder, gaining his attention. "What's your name?"
She could see him rolling his eyes. It might help if both of them spoke the same language…
Lex pointed to herself. "Alexa…" She pointed to Scar. She pointed to herself again. "Alexa…" And then to Scar.
Was she asking for his name? Why? It's not like she had the ability to pronounce it anyways. To pronounce Scar's name in his language requires the use of three tongues. Humans only have one. So it's impossible.
But he had to admit, he was intrigued that she wanted to know his name. Scar never bothered with the names of others unless he sees them as worthy rivals. And this female-Alexa-in his eyes was considered a warrior. Not his equal, but a warrior nonetheless.
His eyes roamed over Lex's arm, trying to pinpoint something.
He pointed. Lex looked down to where his finger was indicated to, to see he was pointing to her scar; the one she got when she was nine. She had cut herself with the butter knife.
"Scar?" She questioned. "That's your name…Scar?"
The warrior flinched when she spoke his name in English. Is THAT what his name sounds like in her language?! Sounds so short and dull and stupid. Scar (Ugh) regretted on telling Lex his name.
Scatter.
Scar looked up. The sound of the underlings were scratching on the ground above them, trying to find a way into this room. In another minute when the pyramid shifts, they would be in here.
And he wasn't ready.
"What is it Scar?" Lex asked, looking up at the ceiling also.
Ooogh! How that name sounds so stupid coming from her lips!
In the back of his mind, he reminded himself that Lex is still injured, and not be able to move. But now with the underlings coming for them and the frustration of his name, Scar did not care. With one grasp of his giant arm, he grabbed Lex by the hem of her jacket and hauled her to her feet.
She stood, but just barely, holding onto the wall for support. The gun on Scar's shoulder activated itself, a slight blue light shone at the barrel as it charged. From the side, Lex's mind began to process the information of the upcoming battle, her body tapping into it's reserve energy source…and panic source.
"Oh crap, don't tell me those /things/ are coming here!"
He gave what Lex wanted: No answer. And she still groaned after his silence.
The pyramid shifted.
A wall turned into another wall, the ceiling became the ground, the ground became the ceiling, and four openings were revealed.
All of them, occupied.
Scar whipped out a small dagger, handing it over to Lex. The human held her injured arm up near her torso, using her good arm to take the dagger. He was arming her. This made her more scared than it did reassure her. To make matters worse, Scar put on his helmet.
Two of the black demons ran out towards them, the underlings skittering across the floor from all four openings. Scar's gun began shooting off several rounds at once, striking the underlings as they ran.
BLAST
"Skree!"
Acid blood scattered across the floor, making dips and potholes onto the ancient floor.
BLAST
"Skree!"
Small body parts flew in directions, smacking into the faces of the demons who ran towards them.
BLAST
"Skree!"
Ooh…that was nasty.
Scar caught the arm of the first demon who was reaching out for him, making it pause momentarily. Taking that moment, his gun blasted it through it's chest, the blood and entrails flying from it's back. The dead body slumped forward, giving Scar time to use it as a shield to prevent flying acid spit assault from the other demon. Picking up the torso (Careful not to stand under the dripping blood) Scar threw the body at the other demon, his gun still firing at the underlings.
Tail slashing, blood splattering, and the demon sliced it's dead counter part in half. Now drenched in it's brother's blood, it charged.
Scar kept firing and the demon kept dodging.
"SKREEEEEEEEE!"
The armor Scar had on protected his vital organs, but everywhere else got burned. The demon had knocked the warrior to the ground and began slashing at his helmet and exposed arms. Scar kicked and punched at the offending foe, most of his hits poor from lack of energy. Carrying the female really did tire him.
Speaking of which…
Dagger in hand, Lex shoved herself off the wall and putting her whole body weight on the hilt, she drove the pointy end into the demon's back. One whack of the demon's hand sent Lex flying, knocking her away a good deal.
The demon distracted, Scar pushed the monster off, the gun firing when it landed. In a dazzling dance of light and sound, the monster exploded, legs and arms and head flying in directions on the other side of the room.
It smelt like burning wood. Scar groaned in pain as small spots on his skin and armor sizzled under the demon's blood he had gotten on himself, smoke streaming from the wounds. He also found he could not find the strength to get up.
Lex could. Just barely though. Scar was in extreme pain and she knew it. She had to help him. She had to. She knew he was the one who put the bandage on her arm. He had saved her and carried her. She could not look away from this. She had to save him.
Putting one sore foot in front of the other, Lex slowly made her way towards her companion, not really sure how she could help. But she had to. She had to try. She tumbled. Her foot got caught in one of the bleeding potholes that were made by the blood, twisting her ankle till it hurt. "Ow…"
The pyramid shifted.
The piece of floor she laid on suddenly gained a large square cut, separating itself from the other blocks. Stone groaning and Scar moaning, Lex found herself helplessly being lowered to the basement.
From the side of his helmet, Scar watched as the human was dragged into the ground, another block going over her head to from her ceiling and his floor. The room he was in became smaller, the doors gone and the walls new. The only way in was now from the ceiling. And being in the condition he was in, he was good as dead.
"Dammit!" Lex cried out, hitting her fist on the hieroglyphics. "Dammit! You idiots! Why build such a stupid thing?! Why go on such a stupid hunt?! You stupid idiots! MEN!"
Hurt and alone, Lex did what most people would do in such a situation. She cried.
Too much. All the death, all the mayhem, all the crap…too much. And now this. She lost her companion. Her protector…her friend.
Yes, her friend. The enemy of her enemy is her friend. That makes him-Scar, the ugliest thing she's ever seen-her friend. How else was she suppose to feel about the guy…er…thing?! He carried her for goodness sakes! And what did she do? Vomit on him! Very nice.
Looking around, Lex took in her surroundings.
She was at the beginning.
Her eyes bugged out. The beginning! There she stood, right in front of the pyramid's steps laid her freedom. Her exit out of this hell hole.
A few tears leaked out of her eyes in joy knowing her troubles had ended. She could leave right now and never come-
Back?
Lex took a look back into the pyramid, staring into it's darkness. Scar was still in there. Still unable to move, still unable to fight back. He was helpless as a newborn kitten and she knew that.
And there she stood, face with a choice others would've made within a second.
To go back or leave?
Lex could see it. Her way out. The little elevator that can take her to the surface stood there gleaming from the white snow and moonlight. In a gothic way, it was oddly beautiful.
She didn't even know if Scar was still alive. He might've died from his wounds, he might've been killed by those demons or impregnated from the spider-things. He might've even been caught on the wrong pyramid block and was crushed. There is more evidence that he could be dead rather than alive. The chances of finding him alive were slim. Very slim.
And yet Lex did not move.
She took a step towards the exit. And stopped.
Oh hell. It just wouldn't be ethical.
"Stupid men and their stupid customs and their stupid ways and their stupid masculinity and-"
And Lex walked right back into the pyramid.
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Anyhoo, R/R!
There has always been a code of war. You know, no killing innocents, no killing unless in self defense, blah, blah, blah. And from what I've seen, Yautja has a sense of a warrior code. And repaying debts is one of them. Just like not leaving your comrade behind. Scar acknowledges Lex as a warrior. He sees her as a equal and treats her like one. So there.
Anyhoo, the ending is near! Maybe two more chapters and this fic is done! YAY!
Anyhoo, R/R!
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The wind of the artic chill blew past the windows of this large ship, reminding everyone on board to keep their instruments at a constant heat level. Nobody can afford for one bolt to become frozen or else all hell would break loose.
Superior Yung stood watching the temperature still at a constant -18 Celsius, his arms comfortably folded behind his back. A large red sash dawns over his shoulder, representing power among his people. His eyes never blinked unless necessary, almost giving the illusion he never does. Such a stoic position and gaze gave off waves of great self-confidence, every time somebody dared to make eye-contact, they would wonder…what is going through his head at this moment?
'Boy it's cold.'
Yung blinked at a sudden noise behind him, the door to his chambers opened and one of his generals walked in. The general walked to the middle of the room, stopping a good few feet back before taking a bow, a sign of respect to his superior. "Report."
Yung tore his gaze from the window to his general, nodding for him to carry on.
"Still no response from Scar. We have rumors that his Bio-bomb was set off 1030, but obviously, the pyramid still stands."
Yung growled. "I ask for a report and you give me rumors? I want solid facts not rumors!"
The general faltered under the tone of his superior. "We do know that Hurck and Ga'raa are dead-"
"No surprise there," Yung spat out with no remorse. "Hurck was too slow and Ga'raa-although superior in speed and stealth-he never could last long in a hand-to-hand combat situation. I would think being with Scar would kept them alive, but alas, I was foolish. How long has Scar been in there?"
"Three hours."
Yung nodded and than scowled. "Give him another hour. If he does not come out by then, he is declared dead and the pyramid is to be destroyed. Got that?"
The general bowed again. "Yes sir."
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Lex wondered briefly if she vomited over Alien-guy's back, would he kill her?
Heck, probably sneezing near him might get her killed.
Lex wanted to place a hand over mouth to fend off the rising bile in her throat, hoping to seize off the path from which it comes.
Left, right, left, right, up, down, smacking face, left, right…
She was going to burst if Alien-guy wouldn't stop moving so much. The way he trotted was more of a bouncing run, taking leaps every time he took a step. Her body bounced in sync with his, making it harder for her to keep down every meal she had in her life.
Well, it was a good fight. But Lex lost.
"Buglooooooooooooooooooogh!"
Scar felt something warm dribble down his back. He slowed his jog as another "Blurch" came from the female, this time the warmth going past his thighs and calves.
Lex gave off a small "Sorry."
Oh, how did Scar wanted to kill her right now.
Resume running, left, right, left, up, down, sound of vomit hitting the ground, right…
Scar was getting frustrated. More than usual. It wasn't because he had vomit on his legs, it wasn't because this hunt was taking much longer than he anticipated, it was because he was getting TIRED.
HE! Was getting tired! He! Scar-son of Besthada, heir to the Naum clan, the most prestige clan in his village-was getting tired. He trained for endless weeks, running with weights on his back for long periods, days mastering the art of throwing the shuriken, and hours of meditation and studying. And now, only running for twenty minutes with a 150 pound female on his shoulder, he was getting tired. PATHETIC.
He had been wanting to stop and rest for awhile now, but didn't dare. He would keep going, he would not stop until-
Whoa, a wave a dizziness went over him.
Okay, time for a break.
Almost stumbling, Scar caught himself before his feet misplaced themselves. Setting the human on the ground first, he sat down also, relived to finally sit. But he couldn't show weakness. Especially not in front of HER. Can't have her think his race was weak. Oh no. So to cover his actions, Scar pretended to look at his helmet.
Lex felt better. Throwing up did her good. Unless it got her killed. That's bad.
She did feel bad though. Guilty, for throwing up on her companion. If HE was the one who threw up on HER, she would've killed him within a blink of an eye. So she had to give him credit for not going insane.
"What's your name?"
Lex is a person of respect. She gives those who deserve respect pride and friendship, and those who did not, cold shoulder and contempt. She asks for this creature's name because she believes he deserves respect; she will not refer to him as "Alien-guy" no longer.
But at this moment, "Alien-guy" was ignoring her.
"Hey," She tapped his shoulder, gaining his attention. "What's your name?"
She could see him rolling his eyes. It might help if both of them spoke the same language…
Lex pointed to herself. "Alexa…" She pointed to Scar. She pointed to herself again. "Alexa…" And then to Scar.
Was she asking for his name? Why? It's not like she had the ability to pronounce it anyways. To pronounce Scar's name in his language requires the use of three tongues. Humans only have one. So it's impossible.
But he had to admit, he was intrigued that she wanted to know his name. Scar never bothered with the names of others unless he sees them as worthy rivals. And this female-Alexa-in his eyes was considered a warrior. Not his equal, but a warrior nonetheless.
His eyes roamed over Lex's arm, trying to pinpoint something.
He pointed. Lex looked down to where his finger was indicated to, to see he was pointing to her scar; the one she got when she was nine. She had cut herself with the butter knife.
"Scar?" She questioned. "That's your name…Scar?"
The warrior flinched when she spoke his name in English. Is THAT what his name sounds like in her language?! Sounds so short and dull and stupid. Scar (Ugh) regretted on telling Lex his name.
Scatter.
Scar looked up. The sound of the underlings were scratching on the ground above them, trying to find a way into this room. In another minute when the pyramid shifts, they would be in here.
And he wasn't ready.
"What is it Scar?" Lex asked, looking up at the ceiling also.
Ooogh! How that name sounds so stupid coming from her lips!
In the back of his mind, he reminded himself that Lex is still injured, and not be able to move. But now with the underlings coming for them and the frustration of his name, Scar did not care. With one grasp of his giant arm, he grabbed Lex by the hem of her jacket and hauled her to her feet.
She stood, but just barely, holding onto the wall for support. The gun on Scar's shoulder activated itself, a slight blue light shone at the barrel as it charged. From the side, Lex's mind began to process the information of the upcoming battle, her body tapping into it's reserve energy source…and panic source.
"Oh crap, don't tell me those /things/ are coming here!"
He gave what Lex wanted: No answer. And she still groaned after his silence.
The pyramid shifted.
A wall turned into another wall, the ceiling became the ground, the ground became the ceiling, and four openings were revealed.
All of them, occupied.
Scar whipped out a small dagger, handing it over to Lex. The human held her injured arm up near her torso, using her good arm to take the dagger. He was arming her. This made her more scared than it did reassure her. To make matters worse, Scar put on his helmet.
Two of the black demons ran out towards them, the underlings skittering across the floor from all four openings. Scar's gun began shooting off several rounds at once, striking the underlings as they ran.
BLAST
"Skree!"
Acid blood scattered across the floor, making dips and potholes onto the ancient floor.
BLAST
"Skree!"
Small body parts flew in directions, smacking into the faces of the demons who ran towards them.
BLAST
"Skree!"
Ooh…that was nasty.
Scar caught the arm of the first demon who was reaching out for him, making it pause momentarily. Taking that moment, his gun blasted it through it's chest, the blood and entrails flying from it's back. The dead body slumped forward, giving Scar time to use it as a shield to prevent flying acid spit assault from the other demon. Picking up the torso (Careful not to stand under the dripping blood) Scar threw the body at the other demon, his gun still firing at the underlings.
Tail slashing, blood splattering, and the demon sliced it's dead counter part in half. Now drenched in it's brother's blood, it charged.
Scar kept firing and the demon kept dodging.
"SKREEEEEEEEE!"
The armor Scar had on protected his vital organs, but everywhere else got burned. The demon had knocked the warrior to the ground and began slashing at his helmet and exposed arms. Scar kicked and punched at the offending foe, most of his hits poor from lack of energy. Carrying the female really did tire him.
Speaking of which…
Dagger in hand, Lex shoved herself off the wall and putting her whole body weight on the hilt, she drove the pointy end into the demon's back. One whack of the demon's hand sent Lex flying, knocking her away a good deal.
The demon distracted, Scar pushed the monster off, the gun firing when it landed. In a dazzling dance of light and sound, the monster exploded, legs and arms and head flying in directions on the other side of the room.
It smelt like burning wood. Scar groaned in pain as small spots on his skin and armor sizzled under the demon's blood he had gotten on himself, smoke streaming from the wounds. He also found he could not find the strength to get up.
Lex could. Just barely though. Scar was in extreme pain and she knew it. She had to help him. She had to. She knew he was the one who put the bandage on her arm. He had saved her and carried her. She could not look away from this. She had to save him.
Putting one sore foot in front of the other, Lex slowly made her way towards her companion, not really sure how she could help. But she had to. She had to try. She tumbled. Her foot got caught in one of the bleeding potholes that were made by the blood, twisting her ankle till it hurt. "Ow…"
The pyramid shifted.
The piece of floor she laid on suddenly gained a large square cut, separating itself from the other blocks. Stone groaning and Scar moaning, Lex found herself helplessly being lowered to the basement.
From the side of his helmet, Scar watched as the human was dragged into the ground, another block going over her head to from her ceiling and his floor. The room he was in became smaller, the doors gone and the walls new. The only way in was now from the ceiling. And being in the condition he was in, he was good as dead.
"Dammit!" Lex cried out, hitting her fist on the hieroglyphics. "Dammit! You idiots! Why build such a stupid thing?! Why go on such a stupid hunt?! You stupid idiots! MEN!"
Hurt and alone, Lex did what most people would do in such a situation. She cried.
Too much. All the death, all the mayhem, all the crap…too much. And now this. She lost her companion. Her protector…her friend.
Yes, her friend. The enemy of her enemy is her friend. That makes him-Scar, the ugliest thing she's ever seen-her friend. How else was she suppose to feel about the guy…er…thing?! He carried her for goodness sakes! And what did she do? Vomit on him! Very nice.
Looking around, Lex took in her surroundings.
She was at the beginning.
Her eyes bugged out. The beginning! There she stood, right in front of the pyramid's steps laid her freedom. Her exit out of this hell hole.
A few tears leaked out of her eyes in joy knowing her troubles had ended. She could leave right now and never come-
Back?
Lex took a look back into the pyramid, staring into it's darkness. Scar was still in there. Still unable to move, still unable to fight back. He was helpless as a newborn kitten and she knew that.
And there she stood, face with a choice others would've made within a second.
To go back or leave?
Lex could see it. Her way out. The little elevator that can take her to the surface stood there gleaming from the white snow and moonlight. In a gothic way, it was oddly beautiful.
She didn't even know if Scar was still alive. He might've died from his wounds, he might've been killed by those demons or impregnated from the spider-things. He might've even been caught on the wrong pyramid block and was crushed. There is more evidence that he could be dead rather than alive. The chances of finding him alive were slim. Very slim.
And yet Lex did not move.
She took a step towards the exit. And stopped.
Oh hell. It just wouldn't be ethical.
"Stupid men and their stupid customs and their stupid ways and their stupid masculinity and-"
And Lex walked right back into the pyramid.
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A/N: Review comments! YAY!
Sabrina T: Soft spot? You mean you didn't see the little hidden attraction in there? Hee hee hee!
Lady of Rage: No! Bad girl! No rated R for you! Unless I want to. HEE!
Reui: I always like strong women roles. That's why Sigourney W. in Aliens has ALWAYS been my fave female character.
Cryingurl: Press the review button only once! Hee hee hee!
Ladysherlock92: Hey, I deleted that HP and POTC fics for good reason…those fics sucked.
LadyJavert: Don't read my story while you should be doing homework! Well, I shouldn't be talking since I should be doing MY homework…I'll shut up now.
Abbeynormal: Your question will be answered in the next chapter!
Anyhoo, R/R!