Disclaimer: I don't own aliens, but every character in here is mine. This is the hundredth disclaimer I've written.
Chapter 13
Judge, Jury, and Executioner
Scar struggled against Half-Jaw's grip, as he drew back his massive claw for the killing blow. Half-Jaw thrust his claw down.
Scar's tail shot up and impaled itself in Half-Jaw's stomach. The praetorian roared and jumped back.
Scar looked up and found the gaping wound in his opponent's chest. His tail must have hit a weak point. Half-Jaw roared in anger. Scar jumped to his feet and slashed the xenomorph's exposed throat Half-Jaw's next roar was accompanied by a spray of acidic blood escaping his mouth.
Half-Jaw growled and charged forward and Scar charged to meet him. Scar dodged Half-Jaw's mouth and stabbed his tail into his belly's weak spot. Scar slashed his throat again.
Half-Jaw groaned and stumbled back. Scar scoffed and asked. (So, do you want to stop this nonsense now that you're half-dead?)
Half-Jaw hissed, cried out, and fell to the ground. Scar thought he had passed out from loss of blood until he heard him screech and saw him trashing in pain.
(See what happens when you disobey me?) The Queen's enraged voice rang out.
Scar slowly approached the failing monster. He stopped a few feet away from Half-Jaw.
(Do you want him killed?) The Queen asked while still continuing her mental torture.
Scar's tail snaked toward Half-Jaw's throat. Through his haze of pain, Half-Jaw managed to turn his head and look at his assailant. Scar growled and thrust his tail-blade through Half-Jaw's neck, completely severing his head.
Scar turned away from the xenomorph and asked. (Where's my mom?)
The Queen told him to wait a minute and then replied. (She's with Sonar.)
(Good, where are they?)
(Somewhere in the jungle.)
(What?) Scar started toward the hanger. (Tell him to get back here and meet me at the hanger.)
Scar moved down the hallway. He jumped to the ceiling and began crawling along it. He took a few short cuts through the ventilation systems and in no time arrived at the hanger. After fiddling with the controls for a minute, he also managed to open the hanger's exit door.
Sonar entered through the hanger door with Jean slung over his shoulder. As soon as Sonar was in the hanger, he dropped Jean to the ground. Jean got to her feet, brushed herself off, and muttered darkly at Sonar. She turned and looked at Scar. They both froze and forgot to breathe. Not that that was a requirement for Scar.
"Anthony?" Jean asked uncertainly.
Scar nodded. (Yeah.)
Jean ran and embraced her son. She let go and looked back at Sonar. "Tom told me you were living with a hive on this planet."
(Where is Tom?) Scar asked looking past her.
"He's dead," Jean replied. Scar's only response was to look at the floor for a second.
(Okay,) Scar sighed. (I need you to get out of here.)
"What?"
(Get off this mud-ball,) Scar said. (Tell whoever's in-charge that some xenomorphs attacked the installation, that you escaped and nuked the facility from orbit, or something.)
"What about the Devil's Light?" Jean asked.
(That's staying here,) Scar replied.
"And there's no way I can stay here?" Jean asked.
(No somebody has to inform the head-honchos that their plans have failed,) Scar said. (If Tom were still alive he could have gone, but… he isn't.)
"Yeah, okay," Jean said. "But I want to talk to you before I go."
Jean entered the ship to check on its repairs. Scar sat on some of the crates stacked in the hanger. Sonar approached and sat next to him.
(Well, at least you still have the hive,) Sonar said.
(The hive? No, you and Xena are the only ones who'll even talk to me,) Scar said. (The praetorians hate me and you know how the drones are. No offense.)
(What about the Queen?) Sonar asked.
(Well…) Scar began. (She's okay… for an adult.)
(Well, what are you so bothered for?) Sonar asked.
(Maybe some human companionship,) Scar said.
(Well, what about that human girl?) Sonar asked.
(I'm worried about her,) Scar said. (Can you imagine a girl trying to survive the lifestyle of a xenomorph?)
(Well…) Sonar began.
(Oh, just ignore me,) Scar said. (I'm only depressed because I have to say good-bye to my mom.)