:::Disclaimer: nope, not mine...darn!
::::Author's Note: Wow...you people rock! I'm glad there are others out there who are as mentally disturbed as I am...my own sister (and fellow author) doesn't really understand it (except she can appreciate a nice body), but this is coming from somebody who only writes fluffy Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing crossovers -gag-. She also didn't get why I decided to go and see AVP at the theaters for the third time this week... Anyways, I appreciate a lot of your helpful comments, and will try another chapter;)
-this is mind speech-
Thian-19 Yo'Shuk-18 Xhara-17 Nath'ell-15 Av'Lea-13 Muun'Lin-10 Jaxom-8 Val'yen-5 Lionasha-38 in present time ::::
Av'Lea tried her best to concentrate on the page she was reading at the moment, but the noise coming from the rooftop was too loud to simply ignore. She began kicking the heels of her feet on the side of the couch she had her long legs draped over, her dew claws picking into the fabric. Turning the page she set her square jaw firmly in place, she regarded her long talons with slight interest and ended up abandoning her book. Av'Lea rose from the couch and headed up the narrow stairs leading to the roof, at that moment her mother was sparring with Xhara. Thian and Yo'Shuk ignored their little (even though she was seven feet tall) sister's presence, eyes glued to the two dueling in front of them. Av'Lea growled in contempt at them, baring her sharp teeth, two on top and two on bottom longer than the others. Thian frowned at her, hairless brows creased together -what?- he sent her -we're training- Av'Lea snorted.
"You really think some stupid xenomorphs are gonna' be a problem for her?" She jerked a taloned thumb towards her older sister. The two who had been the center of attention abruptly stopped after Lionasha had pinned her daughter down, one of the twin spears she carried at her throat.
"Don't expect a xenomorph to be so lenient", she stated, removing the point of the deadly weapon away from Xhara's throat. Lionasha turned towards her sons.
"Thian, Yo'Shuk", she said, tossing a spear to each of them. Both young men traded spots with their mother and grumbling sister to begin sparring. Of the two, Thian was the more impressive figure at seven feet and five inches, Yo'Shuk a good seven inches shorter.
-I heard your comment, 'Lea- Xhara said to Av'Lea who was grinding her teeth irratably.
-I couldn't finish my book with all the noise you were making- Av'Lea shot sharply into Xhara's mind, the latter smiled sheepishly.
The sisters left their brothers to the attention of their mother to head back downstairs. Xhara appreciated the feel of the hot, humid air they kept on inside, the climate similar to the one on the homeworld, it was a relief compared to the cool night air.
"You know, I'm kinda envious of you guys, you'll get to hunt", Av'Lea said with a sight, "but I'm also glad that I'm not gonna go get killed". Xhara glared at her sister.
"You really suck at this motivation thing", she shot back and grabbed the book Av'Lea was about to pick up. She read the title of the book and looked at the owner of it, a hairless brow raised.
"Romeo and Juliet? You're so lame", Av'Lea snatched her book back.
"Save that aggression for the hunt", came the stern voice of their mother. Both sisters glared away from each other towards their mother who was frowning at them. Over the years Lionasha had become a tragic figure, she radiated a sadness that often rubbed off on her children, regardless of how they were always upbeat in her presence.
Back to the past...
Lionasha trudged through the jungle with an uncomfortable knot in her stomach, she couldn't help fear her situation a little. As good as her senses were, above average for humans, it almost seemed the area was too quiet for her liking. She soon found out why as she began to smell a rather strong odor coming from the trees. Where it was strongest, she looked up and immediately regretted that action as to try and not lose her morning meal. The rotting flesh of the corpses suggested they had been partially cooked under the hot sun, and may have been hanging their for a while. What struck Lionasha as odd, was the fact the flesh had been completely removed from the bodies, leaving them unidentifiable, what manner of man would take the time to perform such a grotesque task, she wondered?
That's what she was going to find out as she continued out, the knot in her stomach becoming painfully more irritated as the potent stench stayed with her. Morning mists made it fairly difficult to see far ahead of herself, but knew it was to her advantage to move more stealthy, hoping to catch the assassins by surprise.
While not having to deal with anymore Red Braceletts made Lionasha grateful, it still left her overly curious for a chance to meet their would-be protectors. She had already convinced herself most likely a group of renegades of some sort were the cause, but it still made no sense at the two groups destroying each other.
"Money", Lionasha mumbled to herself, choking back a sour gulp of air. A sudden crack sounding not to far off alerted Lionasha's attentions, she gripped her bamboo staff tightly and pealed through the trees towards the sound. Feeling slightly nervous about accidently running into a guerilla camp, Lionasha slowed quietly and kept herself hidden amongst the trees bordering around a small clearing. Looking down, she regarded an oddly white object near her feet. With a pounding heart, she prodded the object with her bamboo and lifted a cracked skull up, her eyes wide.
"What the hell?!" She blurted out, walking into the clearing to examine the skull under the sunlight filtering through the opening above. Another small crack sounded, Lionasha jerked her head to the tree line opposite to her and watched a shadow move out of the mist into the clearing. Lionasha's chest felt heavy against her pounding heart, her eyes wide as she kept them unblinkingly upon the other occupant of the clearing.
The being was well over seven feet tall, with a well-sculpted muscular body yellowish in color with black splotches here and there. His face was covered with a mask curved up for a long forehead, and while he wore what appeared to be some sort of armor around his shoulders, chest, forearms and thighs, the rest of his body was covered with some sort of wide-spaced netting. Around his waste, snuggly fit was a wide leatherly-type belt adorning a small skull and several rings of bone, a long loin cloth hung from the skull's jaw. He stared with the emotionless mask towards the end of Lionasha's staff where the skull stood, she continued to stare back.
-I was looking for that- Lionasha blinked as she heard the deep rich voice sound in her head.
"What were you looking for?" Lionasha asked out loud, then abruptly shut her mouth, inwardly cursing herself. She watched as the being in front of her cock his head to the side.
-You are wasting my time- Came another thought as he aimed the sighting of his plasma cannon on the middle of Lionasha's forehead. She growled and dropped the skull on the ground, quickly moving out of the line of fire. The blast hit a tree and caused several sparks to shower on the ground below.
"I don't think so buddy", Lionasha spat out viciously, beginning to spin the bamboo staff around slowly and moved around the clearing, careful not to have the sighting settle on her again after seeing what would've become of her head. "You wanna fight? I'll give you a fight", Lionasha challenged and it was obviously accepted as the being took a second to snap a long piece of bamboo off a tree nearby. He too began to move opposite of Lionasha as they circled the clearing.
-Stupid ooman, you cannot win- Came another obviously male thought. Lionasha didn't know if she was going crazy or not, but she replied to the insult.
"Who are you calling stupid?!" She snapped, she heard audible sounds of various clicking noises come from the mask. They charged at each other, one with attitude, the other mildly amused and met each other's bamboo staffs with a large crack. Lionasha did not allow her opponent's size to intimidate her as she stared up at him with a fierce will to win as she continued to strike at him. One of his blows had such force that it knocked Lionasha a few feet down to the ground. She quickly rose to her feet and noticed her bamboo had snapped beneath her. Taking a quick glance at her advancing opponent an idea formed rapidly as she took off towards the refugee camp.
She could easily hear the other charging after her, but she was faster and quite smaller. She saw ahead of her the object of her idea and leapt over the trap, falling heavily onto the ground, taking her breath. The one following closely behind, however, stepped right into the trap, triggering the strong rope to tighten around his ankle and pull him several feet off the ground. Lionasha pushed herself up and stood in front of her captive and smirked.
"I win", she said as her opponent used his well-toned muscles to raise himself slightly, and release three blades from an arm-brace to cut the rope holding him up to fall with a large thump on the ground. Lionasha backed up a few feet, "that's cheating", she said, staring at the dangerous blades protruding from what little armor was covering his body.
-You did not set rules to your challenge, ooman- He sent the thought at her, and she braced herself to start running again.
"You don't scare me", she said, but felt otherwise.
-Your thoughts betray you, ooman, you are full of fear. Obviously you are not trained properly in mind speech-
"Mind speech?" Lionasha said and realized she indeed was communicating with the being in front of her, who spoke to her mind instead of out loud. She let out a loud shriek when a bullet came from the trees and brazed her arm. The sound of voices caused the two standing there to divert their attention from each other and see a Cambodian man standing not too far from them, staring, holding a handgun limply at his side. He then gathered his senses with in a second and ran away towards the voices. "Red Braceletts", Lionasha murmured holding her bleeding arm, causing surprise in the other who moved to head towards the voices. Lionasha picked up his discarded bamboo staff and followed closely behind.
Sure enough it was a small group of the renegades who were heading towards the direction of the refugee camp. "I don't think so", Lionasha snarled and sprinted towards the grouped men with the bamboo swinging high above her head before she brought it down upon one of the soldier's heads. Lionasha's new companion had read her thoughts and eagerly joined the fight as the human woman's intention was to leave not one alive. While Lionasha was struggling to not get shot again, her companion spent little time killing the Red Braceletts' who tried to run from him, but not one escaped. He gave a low throaty growl and snapped one of the heads off a corpse, examining it with interest. He looked at Lionasha and tossed it to her.
-This would make a nice trophy- He said, but Lionasha promptly dropped it, shivering in disgust.
"No thanks", she replied, looking down at the brains oozing from the severed head. Then looked back towards her companion who was still admiring his kill. "So it is you who's keeping my camp safe, hm?" She asked, feeling quite pleased with herself.
-Worthy prey for hunting. Those who you care for I leave alone, it would be dishonorable to hunt the helpless-
"Hunting? You've got a weird hobby. Any other of your kind around?" She could hear the hunter make a sound of disgust.
-All Yautja are hunters, but I prefer to hunt alone-
"Ya-what?" The Yautja stared at her for a moment.
-You are testing my patience, little ooman- Lionasha merely smiled and crossed her arms across her chest.
"I have a name you know, it's Lionasha, not 'ooman'", she said watching as the Yautja gripped his spear tightly as a warning, Lionasha was swearing to herself.
-Learn to control your thoughts, Lo'Sha, your sending is uncontrolled- The Yautja kept a few of the skulls he chose and began walking away from the battle site, Lionasha followed him.
"Well, I didn't even know I could do that at all", she said, picking up a few weapons along the way from lifeless fingers.
-I didn't know oomans could use mind speech, until you, Lo'Sha, even though you are bad at it-
"Well I suppose I'm slowly going crazy anyways, from living in the jungle this long. And of course I'm playing psychic with an alien right now", Lionasha commented dryly, the Yautja gave a warning growl.
-Your bad manners will not be tolerated much longer, Lo'Sha. But since you did prove yourself, I will not kill you as I had intended earlier. And, I am called Ne'Sodan if you insist on following me- Lionasha had to giggle at Sodan's rather amusing way of talking with her, apparently the Yautja had a sense of humor.
"Lio?" Mingh's voice echoed eerily through the trees, Lionasha turned to see if her friend had ventured far from the camp, but couldn't see her. She turned to excuse herself from Sodan's presence, but he was now nowhere in sight, Lionasha rose an eyebrow, but headed back towards the camp instead of bothering Sodan anymore that day. She was sure she would bump into him again, she'd make an effort to do so.
Mingh hadn't strayed far and regarded her friend with worried eyes. She shook her head when looking at the slight injury, but Lionasha was all smiles.
"Did you find anything?" Mingh asked while dressing the wound.
"Yeah, kinda'", she replied with, but chose not to reveal everything about her little morning stroll.
A/N: too corny? I know it's pretty rushed, but that's a habit I can't seem to get over. I'd like to keep Sodan as Yautja as possible, but it was hard trying to make a good reason for him not to blow Lio's head off. Did I do okay?
::::Author's Note: Wow...you people rock! I'm glad there are others out there who are as mentally disturbed as I am...my own sister (and fellow author) doesn't really understand it (except she can appreciate a nice body), but this is coming from somebody who only writes fluffy Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing crossovers -gag-. She also didn't get why I decided to go and see AVP at the theaters for the third time this week... Anyways, I appreciate a lot of your helpful comments, and will try another chapter;)
-this is mind speech-
Thian-19 Yo'Shuk-18 Xhara-17 Nath'ell-15 Av'Lea-13 Muun'Lin-10 Jaxom-8 Val'yen-5 Lionasha-38 in present time ::::
Av'Lea tried her best to concentrate on the page she was reading at the moment, but the noise coming from the rooftop was too loud to simply ignore. She began kicking the heels of her feet on the side of the couch she had her long legs draped over, her dew claws picking into the fabric. Turning the page she set her square jaw firmly in place, she regarded her long talons with slight interest and ended up abandoning her book. Av'Lea rose from the couch and headed up the narrow stairs leading to the roof, at that moment her mother was sparring with Xhara. Thian and Yo'Shuk ignored their little (even though she was seven feet tall) sister's presence, eyes glued to the two dueling in front of them. Av'Lea growled in contempt at them, baring her sharp teeth, two on top and two on bottom longer than the others. Thian frowned at her, hairless brows creased together -what?- he sent her -we're training- Av'Lea snorted.
"You really think some stupid xenomorphs are gonna' be a problem for her?" She jerked a taloned thumb towards her older sister. The two who had been the center of attention abruptly stopped after Lionasha had pinned her daughter down, one of the twin spears she carried at her throat.
"Don't expect a xenomorph to be so lenient", she stated, removing the point of the deadly weapon away from Xhara's throat. Lionasha turned towards her sons.
"Thian, Yo'Shuk", she said, tossing a spear to each of them. Both young men traded spots with their mother and grumbling sister to begin sparring. Of the two, Thian was the more impressive figure at seven feet and five inches, Yo'Shuk a good seven inches shorter.
-I heard your comment, 'Lea- Xhara said to Av'Lea who was grinding her teeth irratably.
-I couldn't finish my book with all the noise you were making- Av'Lea shot sharply into Xhara's mind, the latter smiled sheepishly.
The sisters left their brothers to the attention of their mother to head back downstairs. Xhara appreciated the feel of the hot, humid air they kept on inside, the climate similar to the one on the homeworld, it was a relief compared to the cool night air.
"You know, I'm kinda envious of you guys, you'll get to hunt", Av'Lea said with a sight, "but I'm also glad that I'm not gonna go get killed". Xhara glared at her sister.
"You really suck at this motivation thing", she shot back and grabbed the book Av'Lea was about to pick up. She read the title of the book and looked at the owner of it, a hairless brow raised.
"Romeo and Juliet? You're so lame", Av'Lea snatched her book back.
"Save that aggression for the hunt", came the stern voice of their mother. Both sisters glared away from each other towards their mother who was frowning at them. Over the years Lionasha had become a tragic figure, she radiated a sadness that often rubbed off on her children, regardless of how they were always upbeat in her presence.
Back to the past...
Lionasha trudged through the jungle with an uncomfortable knot in her stomach, she couldn't help fear her situation a little. As good as her senses were, above average for humans, it almost seemed the area was too quiet for her liking. She soon found out why as she began to smell a rather strong odor coming from the trees. Where it was strongest, she looked up and immediately regretted that action as to try and not lose her morning meal. The rotting flesh of the corpses suggested they had been partially cooked under the hot sun, and may have been hanging their for a while. What struck Lionasha as odd, was the fact the flesh had been completely removed from the bodies, leaving them unidentifiable, what manner of man would take the time to perform such a grotesque task, she wondered?
That's what she was going to find out as she continued out, the knot in her stomach becoming painfully more irritated as the potent stench stayed with her. Morning mists made it fairly difficult to see far ahead of herself, but knew it was to her advantage to move more stealthy, hoping to catch the assassins by surprise.
While not having to deal with anymore Red Braceletts made Lionasha grateful, it still left her overly curious for a chance to meet their would-be protectors. She had already convinced herself most likely a group of renegades of some sort were the cause, but it still made no sense at the two groups destroying each other.
"Money", Lionasha mumbled to herself, choking back a sour gulp of air. A sudden crack sounding not to far off alerted Lionasha's attentions, she gripped her bamboo staff tightly and pealed through the trees towards the sound. Feeling slightly nervous about accidently running into a guerilla camp, Lionasha slowed quietly and kept herself hidden amongst the trees bordering around a small clearing. Looking down, she regarded an oddly white object near her feet. With a pounding heart, she prodded the object with her bamboo and lifted a cracked skull up, her eyes wide.
"What the hell?!" She blurted out, walking into the clearing to examine the skull under the sunlight filtering through the opening above. Another small crack sounded, Lionasha jerked her head to the tree line opposite to her and watched a shadow move out of the mist into the clearing. Lionasha's chest felt heavy against her pounding heart, her eyes wide as she kept them unblinkingly upon the other occupant of the clearing.
The being was well over seven feet tall, with a well-sculpted muscular body yellowish in color with black splotches here and there. His face was covered with a mask curved up for a long forehead, and while he wore what appeared to be some sort of armor around his shoulders, chest, forearms and thighs, the rest of his body was covered with some sort of wide-spaced netting. Around his waste, snuggly fit was a wide leatherly-type belt adorning a small skull and several rings of bone, a long loin cloth hung from the skull's jaw. He stared with the emotionless mask towards the end of Lionasha's staff where the skull stood, she continued to stare back.
-I was looking for that- Lionasha blinked as she heard the deep rich voice sound in her head.
"What were you looking for?" Lionasha asked out loud, then abruptly shut her mouth, inwardly cursing herself. She watched as the being in front of her cock his head to the side.
-You are wasting my time- Came another thought as he aimed the sighting of his plasma cannon on the middle of Lionasha's forehead. She growled and dropped the skull on the ground, quickly moving out of the line of fire. The blast hit a tree and caused several sparks to shower on the ground below.
"I don't think so buddy", Lionasha spat out viciously, beginning to spin the bamboo staff around slowly and moved around the clearing, careful not to have the sighting settle on her again after seeing what would've become of her head. "You wanna fight? I'll give you a fight", Lionasha challenged and it was obviously accepted as the being took a second to snap a long piece of bamboo off a tree nearby. He too began to move opposite of Lionasha as they circled the clearing.
-Stupid ooman, you cannot win- Came another obviously male thought. Lionasha didn't know if she was going crazy or not, but she replied to the insult.
"Who are you calling stupid?!" She snapped, she heard audible sounds of various clicking noises come from the mask. They charged at each other, one with attitude, the other mildly amused and met each other's bamboo staffs with a large crack. Lionasha did not allow her opponent's size to intimidate her as she stared up at him with a fierce will to win as she continued to strike at him. One of his blows had such force that it knocked Lionasha a few feet down to the ground. She quickly rose to her feet and noticed her bamboo had snapped beneath her. Taking a quick glance at her advancing opponent an idea formed rapidly as she took off towards the refugee camp.
She could easily hear the other charging after her, but she was faster and quite smaller. She saw ahead of her the object of her idea and leapt over the trap, falling heavily onto the ground, taking her breath. The one following closely behind, however, stepped right into the trap, triggering the strong rope to tighten around his ankle and pull him several feet off the ground. Lionasha pushed herself up and stood in front of her captive and smirked.
"I win", she said as her opponent used his well-toned muscles to raise himself slightly, and release three blades from an arm-brace to cut the rope holding him up to fall with a large thump on the ground. Lionasha backed up a few feet, "that's cheating", she said, staring at the dangerous blades protruding from what little armor was covering his body.
-You did not set rules to your challenge, ooman- He sent the thought at her, and she braced herself to start running again.
"You don't scare me", she said, but felt otherwise.
-Your thoughts betray you, ooman, you are full of fear. Obviously you are not trained properly in mind speech-
"Mind speech?" Lionasha said and realized she indeed was communicating with the being in front of her, who spoke to her mind instead of out loud. She let out a loud shriek when a bullet came from the trees and brazed her arm. The sound of voices caused the two standing there to divert their attention from each other and see a Cambodian man standing not too far from them, staring, holding a handgun limply at his side. He then gathered his senses with in a second and ran away towards the voices. "Red Braceletts", Lionasha murmured holding her bleeding arm, causing surprise in the other who moved to head towards the voices. Lionasha picked up his discarded bamboo staff and followed closely behind.
Sure enough it was a small group of the renegades who were heading towards the direction of the refugee camp. "I don't think so", Lionasha snarled and sprinted towards the grouped men with the bamboo swinging high above her head before she brought it down upon one of the soldier's heads. Lionasha's new companion had read her thoughts and eagerly joined the fight as the human woman's intention was to leave not one alive. While Lionasha was struggling to not get shot again, her companion spent little time killing the Red Braceletts' who tried to run from him, but not one escaped. He gave a low throaty growl and snapped one of the heads off a corpse, examining it with interest. He looked at Lionasha and tossed it to her.
-This would make a nice trophy- He said, but Lionasha promptly dropped it, shivering in disgust.
"No thanks", she replied, looking down at the brains oozing from the severed head. Then looked back towards her companion who was still admiring his kill. "So it is you who's keeping my camp safe, hm?" She asked, feeling quite pleased with herself.
-Worthy prey for hunting. Those who you care for I leave alone, it would be dishonorable to hunt the helpless-
"Hunting? You've got a weird hobby. Any other of your kind around?" She could hear the hunter make a sound of disgust.
-All Yautja are hunters, but I prefer to hunt alone-
"Ya-what?" The Yautja stared at her for a moment.
-You are testing my patience, little ooman- Lionasha merely smiled and crossed her arms across her chest.
"I have a name you know, it's Lionasha, not 'ooman'", she said watching as the Yautja gripped his spear tightly as a warning, Lionasha was swearing to herself.
-Learn to control your thoughts, Lo'Sha, your sending is uncontrolled- The Yautja kept a few of the skulls he chose and began walking away from the battle site, Lionasha followed him.
"Well, I didn't even know I could do that at all", she said, picking up a few weapons along the way from lifeless fingers.
-I didn't know oomans could use mind speech, until you, Lo'Sha, even though you are bad at it-
"Well I suppose I'm slowly going crazy anyways, from living in the jungle this long. And of course I'm playing psychic with an alien right now", Lionasha commented dryly, the Yautja gave a warning growl.
-Your bad manners will not be tolerated much longer, Lo'Sha. But since you did prove yourself, I will not kill you as I had intended earlier. And, I am called Ne'Sodan if you insist on following me- Lionasha had to giggle at Sodan's rather amusing way of talking with her, apparently the Yautja had a sense of humor.
"Lio?" Mingh's voice echoed eerily through the trees, Lionasha turned to see if her friend had ventured far from the camp, but couldn't see her. She turned to excuse herself from Sodan's presence, but he was now nowhere in sight, Lionasha rose an eyebrow, but headed back towards the camp instead of bothering Sodan anymore that day. She was sure she would bump into him again, she'd make an effort to do so.
Mingh hadn't strayed far and regarded her friend with worried eyes. She shook her head when looking at the slight injury, but Lionasha was all smiles.
"Did you find anything?" Mingh asked while dressing the wound.
"Yeah, kinda'", she replied with, but chose not to reveal everything about her little morning stroll.
A/N: too corny? I know it's pretty rushed, but that's a habit I can't seem to get over. I'd like to keep Sodan as Yautja as possible, but it was hard trying to make a good reason for him not to blow Lio's head off. Did I do okay?