Someone Just Like You (Kjon and Jenny)

by Kjon147

A yautja named Kjon ,who has been brought up in human society (terribly), does his best as a colonial marine to defend humans from xenomorphs, while doing his best to regain his dead mother's honor. But after saving and teaming up with Weyland's daughter ,who's a half xeno-human hybrid he finds the love and affection he's been working and fighting so long for

41. Reunion

Jennifer's Diary Log

June 20, 2621

The sudden revelation that Jon was Ph-rills' son was most certainly unexpected, as you could've already imagined. Now Jon and Ph-rills did look a lot alike, and their selfless character was also a very notable similarity between the two. They'd both briefly mentioned this topic to each other before, but had quickly passed it off as a coincidence. After Ph-rills found out about the true identity of Jon's mother though, it was no wonder they were so similar to each other, Jon and Ph-rills were biologically related. Needless to say everyone was surprised to find out that the Abomination that had bravely and selflessly fought against the Drukathi, was the son of their clan leader. Jon however, was the most shocked by this. He was so blown away he looked like an owl with the wide-eyed expression he made.

Before long everyone was again marveling at Jon. Ph-rills quickly embraced his long lost son, and the rest of the royal family itself came to adore they're newly discovered relative. It was heart-warming and even a little embarrassing watching as all of Jon's half-brother's and sisters gathered around us. This especially took Jon by surprise. He'd thought that he had no more living relatives left, not even with the Schaefer's who'd adopted him. Now all of the sudden, he had a father, twenty different step mothers, and over forty siblings. All of this was a lot for him to take in, and he'd just restored his own mother's honor mere minutes ago. It was a rush I tell you.

Once everyone finished glorifying him, everything continued along, and the rest of the clan went back to fixing all the damages the Drukathi had caused. Ph-rills tried having Jon rest, as he thought it wasn't amiable for his new found son who'd just joined the clan to have to continue working after everything he'd just done. Jon, like the stubborn asshole I knew he was, wouldn't hear any of it and politely declined each time his father mentioned it. Jon had worked hard all his life, just because he was part of his clan's royal family, didn't mean that the ethics and values that he'd learned from the Colonial Marines had changed. He didn't argue with his father, but you could tell he wasn't going to give in, not until the work was done. Jon just wasn't that type of person.

The message that had been sent, along with the report of mine and Jon's progress was quickly received by the Grand Council and we were met with a response shortly afterward. Our support came in the form of many Yautja clans, one of them being the Vall-kcor'sta Clan.

"Ch'ris. Rachelle." Jon called out to them after he saw that they'd arrived.

"Kjon. Jenny." They replied back as they saw us.

"Hey. How's it going ,man?" Jon asked as the two aggressively clasped their hands together.

"Things have gone well for us, thanks to you both." Ch'ris replied.

"It is unfortunate to see the same fortune as we have though." Rachelle responded after I embraced my friend in a hug.

"After we received word that your clan was attacked by the Drukathi, we came as soon as we could to aid you. I am deeply sorry that this has happened to you." Ch'ris said.

"It's not your guys' fault. Sht happens." Jon replied. "Thanks for coming though ,Hunter Brother, my clan needs all the help it can get right now."

"You need not thank us. We still have a debt that we owe you for all of the help you have given us." Rachelle replied.

"Indeed. This is the least we can do for you." Ch'ris replied.

"Your help is still appreciated ,bro." Jon said.

"You must be the honorable leader of the Vall-kcor'sta clan." Ph-rills said pleasantly as he approached the four of us. "I am Ph-rills ,the leader of this clan. It is an honor to met you. My clan and I are most grateful for your arriving to aid in our reconstruction." He greeted Ch'ris with a respectful bow of appreciation.

"It is an honor to met you as well. I am Ch'ris, and this is my mate ,Rachelle." Ch'ris introduced himself and his wife after bowing respectfully to the noticeably older clan leader. While Ch'ris was definitely older than Jon was, he was still very very young when compared to most other clan leaders who were centuries older than he was. "When we heard that the clan of my Hunter Brother was attacked we came as quickly as we could."

"Thank-you. It is good to see that despite your age, and your clan's previous negative reputation, you retain the skills and honor that your leader before you lacked. I am also glad to see that my son has such honorable allies." Ph-rills complimented.

"You are the son of your clan leader?!" Rachelle exclaimed as she and Ch'ris gave him a wide-eyed look.

"I know, I'm just as surprised as you are. It's a long story. I'll tell the both of you about later. Come on, let's get to work." Jon replied. To be perfectly honest I'd never seen Jon like this before. Not that he was never happy, I'd seen him like that before, just never to the degree of energy he had with him at the time. He didn't have nearly as much energy as my hyperactive self did, and he was still controlled, but you could tell there was a sharp difference in his behavior. I suppose that after restoring his mother's honor and after having reunited with the family he never knew he had just made something inside him click.

Over the next week the buildings were repaired, the crops were replanted, and the dead had been counted up. It gave me the opportunity to see their building technologies, and how their laboring class worked. It was an interesting sight watching them work. There are a lot of details I could include about the technology and everything else that went into the construction, but it would take to long just listing them.

Their bodies were all burned on the final day of reconstruction. It wasn't a very gloomy day when it happened, it was actually very bright and blisteringly hot outside, which added to the heat the fire was emitting. I almost felt like I was going to pass out because of it. Ch'ris and Rachelle explained to me and Jon that the Yautja mourn their dead on hot days like that as they believed it would allow their souls to enter the afterlife easily when it happened. Not even Jon knew that. He knew quite a bit about his species from the stories his mother had told him, and by reading all the documents he could find about them that Weyland Yutani had in it's archive, most of which came from files from the OWLF.

Now although the mood was a very mournful one, it also had a very communal and festive atmosphere to some degree, with all of the Yautja clans gathered together in their most formal apparel. You could feel a sense of loss that seemed to radiate from every individual around you, but you could also feel a sense of joy within the scene. The Yautja were sad yes, and while they did grieve, they were not all teary-eyed about it. Some of them I think were even smiling. I suppose that they were the type of people who saw funerals as something of a celebrational thing, and looking at the way their hierarchical society functioned with it's code of honor, it wouldn't be hard to see that. I guess that because these Yautja had died honorably they were being remembered with smiles from some, and mourning from others, a show that they would be missed, but that they'd also be remembered well for all that they had done. I'll admit I was a little confused by the show, but I didn't say anything and showed my respects.

Once the bodies were nothing more than indescribable ash, Ph'rills came out to speak to all the other clans. "I cannot thank every one that has came here enough for the support and compassion you've shown in helping us these past days. My clan has suffered much, but thanks to your efforts we've managed to rebuild everything that the Drukathi have destroyed in short time. However, the loss of life we've faced is one that cannot be fixed, but, again because of your support their souls may continue forward to the next life with peace. As for the one who drove them off and ensured the continuation of our clan, I cannot thank him enough as well for his perserverance and sacrifice in our defense." Ph'rills said, before waving Jon to come. Jon was a caught a little off guard by that, but came out as his father requested him to. The clan leaders and elders of all the other clans recognized Jon when they all saw him. He recognized a lot of them as well, and I could tell he felt more than a little uncomfortable, despite his efforts to hide it. "You all remember this individual and will correctly recognize him as the Abomination who was tested for his honorable actions, and as you may already know as well he has been accepted by us. He has also been discovered as being of my own blood descent." They all looked a little surprised by that, but they held their composure nonetheless. Ph'rills then turned to address Jon who knelt down to him. "My son, for all that you have done for us, I thank you." He said as he affixed a ornamental necklace around his neck that hung proudly beside his crucifix. "I gave it to your mother when I took her as my mate. For everything you've done, she too shall be remembered. Keep it." Jon looked down at the necklace in wonder as his father told him that. He looked back up at his father with a teary smile, who returned his expression with a pleasant smile of his own. Jon then stood up and had a blue cape wrapped around his shoulders. The other clans gave a respectful bow to the Abomination they had once spat and scoffed at as a dishonorable animal. I could tell Jon was embarrassed and unsure. He'd worked long and hard, and now that his goals had been reached, and he was recognized as the honorable being that he was, he was nervous. As one who'd seen the claim to fame myself, I knew how he felt. I gave him an encouraging smile to help his anxiety which brightened the smile on his face. Before long everyone broke out into a roaring bellow of celebration.

Before I'd met Jon, Ch'ris and Rachelle I'd thought that the Yautja were blood thirsty monsters, and while they kind of are, they do have ethical values. They are a different species from us humans, and while they are very similar to us, they are still different. They have their own thoughts and ideas that they see as morally correct, and while we humans see a lot of the things they do as wrong, that's just the way they live. This experience reminded me of the idea, that although they look and act in a way that seems stereotypically negative, it's all based on perspective of what you and someone else believes is right and wrong. That doesn't mean I agree with what they do, but that doesn't mean I don't understand or respect their beliefs. This also reminded me about how Jon respected my values before I began to believe in Christianity. It's just one of those brief moments where you come to realize something that makes you ponder.

After the funeral, and Jon's unexpected pronunciation everyone gathered to the temple. The Schroalatic clan had prepared a massive feast for all the clans as a show of appreciation for their support. We all gathered into the dinning hall or "mess hall" as Jon called it, which was absolutely massive. The room was located at the base of the pyramid, and spanned the entire length and width of the base, minus a few feet. Tables that were the length of basket ball courts lined the massive room, and each one of them had dishes of food prepared for each of us to partake of. As we all went to our places I can remember how almost every member of the Vall-kcor'sta clan swarmed us and gave us thankful praise for the restoration of their clan's honor. That just continued to add to the embarrassment Jon felt. While he did enjoy social interaction with others, he'd never received this much positive feedback before, nor had he ever received it from his own kind. Still for how much embarrassment we both endured, it was much better then having them scream and curse at us.

After serving our plates, we took our places in the middle of the hall where Ph'rills sat, along with his family, who sat off to one side of the table, and all of the clan leaders and elders who sat off to the other side. After Jon and I made a quick quite prayer over our food we began to enjoy ourselves. The mood ,as you could already guess, was quite festive and joyous. Everyone was eating, talking, reminiscing with friends and family, and communicating with others they weren't familiar with. As I continued to spend time with the Yautja I continued to see more similarities between them and us humans, and this instance was no exception. They had relationships much in the same way we did. They thrived on the work they each put in collectively, and did what they could to earn respect, relation, and recognition with others. Again I will say they were much different from us, but you can still see the similarities. Once you work your way past the comparisons and contrasts, you tend to understand something better and can even relate to it.

We all had pleasant conversations, even though each of us had to speak loudly in order to be heard over the cacophony of random voices talking around us. Ph'rills and Jon took that moment to get caught up, and bond with each other. Ph'rills explained some of the things he'd done to help the clan recover after the poverty issue it had twenty-seven years ago, and how he managed to revitalize it by relocating to this oasis, which they discovered had fertile soil worth farming on. After Ph'rills finished, Jon explained himself. He talked about the experiences he'd had and the knowledge and values he'd acquired while living with humans. He talked about how Hadrick had raised him, his experiences in boot camp, and even about Christianity, which was a topic he promised to bring up with Ph'rills. This interested a lot of other Yautja who sat around us. They'd never heard of a Yautja who'd lived among humans, and it was interesting to see and hear one who knew so much about them. Although we were seen as dangerous game to the Yautja they were not really interested in us enough to really want to learn anything about us. But Jon's extensive knowledge of them and his experiences with them, sparked interest.

Before long everyone listening wanted to know more of his experiences. Others wanted to hear of his hunts. Jon explained a few of his missions like the Talco mission, his first mission with his Hunter Siblings; Michelle, Richard, Taylor, and William, and the hunt that Jon and I embarked on before I was captured. Truth be told those were some of his better hunts, although when compared to what Ch'ris, Rachelle, and I saw him achieve these past months, his stories really weren't that spectacular. Jon had taken on bad bloods, he'd killed two Predaliens without any weapons or armor, and had just fought and won against the Drukathi warlord ,Goliath. Xenomorphs seemed like nothing to us. Some of the Yautja listening thought the same thing and wanted to know more about his experience fighting the bad bloods and the Drukathi, and they wanted to know if he'd really managed to hold his own against two Abominations with nothing but his bare hands.

Jon gave a sigh after he heard their requests. "What is the matter ,my son. Why do you not speak of your most wonderous experiences? Everyone is very eager to hear of them." Ph'rills said in an encouraging voice.

Jon sputtered helplessly for a moment before I answered for them. "Jon has a guilt complex. He had a bad experience during a hunt that happened years ago. He blames himself for the incident, and because of it he doesn't want to brag."

This just served to further spark the Yautjas' interest. "That's not exactly true." Jon said. His smile faded to a disheartened frown as the memories replayed in his mind. "You aren't wrong ,Jenny, but your not right either." His response caused those of us listening to fall silent. "See, there was a hunt yes, and it was bad. Hell I'd even call it the worst experience I'd ever been through in my life. I don't blame myself for the incident, but for something that happened during the incident. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail because... because... because it's to painful just to even think about. You remember me talking about my Hunter Siblings? That was their last mission I had with them." The noise around us died down to a soft whisper as we paid attention to him. Our minds went wild as our imaginations pictured the experience as best we could, despite how vague Jon was being with his explanation. It felt like there was this distortion field around us sucking up all the color and noise around us. It was an unsettling feeling, and I could tell I wasn't the only one who felt it. "Now I talk about my God a lot, and, and I don't want any of you to think that he isn't the merciful deity I make him out to be, and he is very very merciful. I'm not blaming him for this incident either, nor am I putting the blame on him for what happened during the incident either. I blame myself for it more than anything else. My Hunter Siblings and I had been on many missions before that one, and we... we... we felt like... like we were unconquerable. I got prideful and while that wasn't what angered my God, I became... I became so prideful that... that I tempted him. The Bible says over and over again that pride can get you killed, and it also says that it's not a good idea to tempt the Lord Almighty. But I was so eaten up with my self-esteem I... I didn't listen. But I wasn't the one to pay for it." Jon explained all while pawing at his crucifix.

"What is that ornament you wear around your neck?" Ph'rills asked curiously.

"It's a symbol of my religion. It belonged to one of my Hunter Siblings, before..." Jon said before closing his eyes, and grasping at the crucifix tightly. In an attempt to suppress the memory before it got any worse. It reminded me that Jon had PTSD.

"Jon are you alright?" I asked in a concerned tone as I got up from my seat. I could see the distress in him. I didn't want him to be in the middle of this party if he was about to have an episode.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I just need a moment. I-I'm good, I'm good." He replied with a short stutter in his voice.

"What is the matter ,my son. You do not look well." Ph'rills addressed with concern.

"He's right ,Jon. Perhaps you should rest." Ch'ris said in agreement.

"No, no, no. I don't want to spoil your guys' fun. It's just a memory. Nothing more." He said before taking a drink of water. "The reason why I talked about the instances I have, is because I don't want to be prideful of myself. I don't want to recreate that incident. I don't like having to remember it, but I don't dare want to forget about it. I also brought the stories up that I have because it wasn't just my efforts that allowed me and the marines to win those missions. It was our teamwork, our communication with one another that allowed us to bring the shadows down. And it was the strength my God gave us that allowed us to win." Jon explained. A couple of seconds later the color came back to the conversation and the noise returned. "I'm sorry. I'm getting preachy aren't I. Sorry." Jon apologized.

"It's okay ,Jon. It's okay. Are you feeling like you're about to?" I asked with a hint of worry in my voice.

"No, no, I'm not. I haven't actually been having any snaps now for a couple of days. I think I'm good, sorry." Jon apologized with a warm smile. That helped me and everyone else calm down a little.

Before long things returned to normal and the light-hearted atmosphere was again present at the table. Jon continued talking about the marines, and mentioned a few experiences he forgot to bring up about boot camp. Eventually he went on to mention some of his best and funniest moments with his Hunter Siblings. Most of them were about William being a dumbass, or them doing one of their friendly wrestling matches, which occasionally resulted in a minor and hilarious injury. The one that got everyone rolling though was...

"So me and the guys went to this buffet restaurant one time. It's basically a place you go to eat food, and you can pick and choose what you want to eat. But at any rate. Willie brought this girl he asked out on a date over with us when it happened and, and this will be important later by the way. So we go inside, get checked in, we get our tables, and we each take turns to get our food right? and it's me and Willie's turn to get our plates. Now here's the thing. I'd been to this place before and a lot of their food is really really good, but their chili gave me nausea one time. At any rate as me and Willie are filling our plates I see him go for the chili, and I say 'Hey man you don't want to get any of that,' because it gave me nausea, and I explain that to him. And he goes 'Hey man, it was only one time, I know what I'm doing man,' he wasn't there when it happened, I told him about it but he did have a point that it was just the one time, but I'm still following what my gut is telling me and I go 'Okay man but be careful,'... So after we finish filling our plates we go to sit back down at our tables to bless, and eat our food, and just shoot the sht. Rich is sitting with Michelle, they're enjoying themselves giving each other the googly eyed love looks and all, I'm sitting with Taylor, we're talking about firearms and stuff, and Wacko is enjoying dinner with his date. He makes a couple jokes and stuff, and they're both having a good time. But at any rate... He finishes his plate of food and continues talking to his girl, and he begins feeling sick. We notice he ain't looking to hot and we go over there to see what's wrong with him. But then... He... He just begins throwing up all over the table and his girl! Everyone's understandably grossed out, but I just begin laughing my ass off about it! Everyone notices I'm in hysterics over the situation, and I once I'm finished laughing I explained to everyone about the chili incident, and that I warned Wacko that the chili was bad, but he ate it anyway, and that just caused him and his girl to throw up! Then Michelle goes 'Cabron! Que estabas pensanda? Estudia idiota!' Then everyone was rolling on the floor laughing, even Willie's girl who's still covered in vomit!" Jon explained all while giggling and laughing between some of his sentences.

The story grossed us out, but it also made us laugh especially when he began speaking Spanish. "So you didn't think to help him before you started laughing?!" I asked as I sputtered a laugh of my own.

"I didn't even help when he was getting cleaned up!" He laughed.

"Why not?!" I asked.

"I couldn't!" He replied.

"Why not?!" I asked again.

"I was laughing to hard!" His reply caused our laughter to intensify. "Oh, joy... Oh, man... but the funny thing about it was was that after the incident she still dated him."

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know Jenny. I guess she just has a thing for guys' who throw up on her." Jon said jokingly. "Oh man. Yeah, that was Willie the Wacko. Cabron. Estúpido pero entretenido como el infierno." He said calmly after we finished laughing.

"Hey I didn't know you could speak Spanish." I mentioned.

"Oh, I had quite a few friends in the Corps who were Hispanic. Michelle was one of them. Oh joy, those were the fcking days I tell you." Jon said wiping a joyful tear from his eye.

After a couple minutes passed Jon continued. During another one of his stories with his Hunter Siblings, one of Jon's sisters ,Thrish-alu, who'd been listening in on our conversation noticed Jon's tattoos. "Brother, what are those marks on your arm?" She asked curiously.

"These are tattoos ,Trish." He called her Trish because her name was hard for him to pronounce. "The marines gave them to me after I killed my first shadow." He explained.

"I understand this one, but what is this other one?" Trish asked pointing at them. She understood the triangular dotted mark with the xeno figure in the center of them all, but she didn't understand the colonial marine's logo.

"Oh, that's the United States Colonial Marines logo." Jon answered.

"What is their significance ,brother?" She continued to ask curiously.

"The shadow and the targeting symbol is basically what it normally stands for. Unity and Teamwork. It's a representation of the relationship I have with the marines. I also use it as a reminder of our training motto 'Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome.' I also use it to remind myself of our regular motto 'Semper Fidelis' or 'Always Faithful.' The colonial marines logo is a representation and reminder of the hard work I put in to become a marine when I went through boot camp." He explained.

"Your Ooman friend has one like yours." Trish said as she looked at my arm.

"Yeah, that's right. I completely forgot about it." I said as she mentioned it.

"Did you earn this one the same way ,brother did?" She continued to ask curiously. Trish was a very curious Yautja. She'd been one of the first of Jon's siblings we met, and she displayed a very friendly nature towards the both of us. She was about as old as Jon was and had just passed her rite of passage before we arrived, it must have been very recent since her dreadlocks were not even braided just like Jon's. Ch'ris explained that some young-bloods have their dreadlocks braided with these ornamental beads that most other Yautja wear after they complete their trial. She was a dark brown color with bright yellow accents, which was a noticeable contrast from Jon's light brown, and pale yellow stripped skin. She was also very small for a female standing at the same 5.4 height as me. Although she just like Jon was only a teenager, females are still noticeably taller than males at that age. I liked Trish, and so did Jon, and although she seemed like a friendly and curious person who could do little if any harm, she proved to be a very intelligent and formidable hunter warrior.

"Kind off. I wasn't brought up as a warrior like Jon was, but after we met I wanted him to train me so I could help him with his mission. After I finished he gave me this mark." I explained.

"You did well Pyode. You earned it." Jon told me with a sweet smile. "Hey why don't you tell everyone about the time you killed four shadows on your own. That one was pretty impressive." Jon suggested, to which everyone agreed to listen to, except for one Yautja.

"I grow tired of listening to such foolish stories!" A large blue skinned Predator said in an irate voice as he stood up. This Yautja was another one of Jon's siblings who'd been listening into our stories. His skin consisted of a midnight blue color with a few subtle white spots and accents around his body. His eyes were a menacing orange color, and you could tell just by the shape and scars that riddled his body, and the single scar on his left eye that he was one of Jon's older siblings. This Yautja was huge and I mean huge. He was about eight feet in height and his body was much more dense and muscular than most Yautja I saw were. Now something that I noticed about Jon was that, while he looked to be just about as strong if not just a little stronger than humans who were in his weight class, he was actually kind of small in terms of muscle mass when compared to other members of his species. Later on I learned about the different definitions of the three weight classes. Jon would be described as a 'Scout,' but he had the endurance and strength of a regular 'Hunter' which is the weight and build most Predators fall under. 'Berserkers' are the largest of the three. Now Berserker is more commonly used to define a type of bad blood Predator, but the term is also used for Yautja who are very large and muscular. This individual easily fell under the Berserker category. He looked like the Arnold Schwarzenegger of Predators. His exclamation caused everyone around us to fall silent. Soon everyone else in the room had heard the silence and was watching the commotion.

"I beg your pardon?" Jon said with an eyebrow raised.

"You are but a young-blood, yet the rumors and stories I've heard of you make you out like some great champion. I do not believe them. I do not believe a mere child such as yourself are capable of such amazing feats. I believe you are nothing but a liar and a boastful coward." The Yautja said.

"Bri-ic'all!" Ph'rills, Trish, and another one of Jon's older siblings named Beo'n exclaimed loudly. "How dare you speak of our brother with such indignity! Did you not see him fight the Drukathi warlord! He saved us all!" Trish proclaimed loudly.

"True, but he speaks of hunts he went on when he was but a young suckling. How could he do such amazing things he speaks of? And his Ooman she is so weak I do not believe she could harm a z'skvy-de, what proof does she have?" Bri-ci'all asked towering over his sister menacingly, who returned his antagonistic look with a spiteful hiss.

"How could he be a coward as you say he is if he risked his life for us?" Beo'n took his sister's side.

"I am not convinced. What proof do they truly have that they accomplished these things?" Bri-ci'all stated. "I do not believe that this Abomination or his disgusting Ooman have the right to be called or treated as one of us." The Yautja said.

"That is enough I will hear no more of this blasphemy against your brother or his Ooman!" Ph'rills said as he got up to control his son.

"Is that suppose to hurt me?" Jon asked nonchalantly causing the attention to turn to him.

"What?" Bri-ci'all asked along with a few other Yautja.

"You heard me. I asked if that comment was suppose to hurt me. Brick." He asked again, calling his brother Brick, for reasons I could understand.

"You act as though you are a humble being, yet you bra of such accomplishments as fighting armies of shadows on your own, that you brought down this supposed bad blood insurrection, and that you also killed two Abominations on your own without any weapons or armor, yet you are only a young-blood, and weakling as well." Bri-ci'all said. Ph'rills and Beo'n were about to confront him again, but Jon continued the conversation.

"Okay for one thing I'm not bragging about anything, number two I never said I took on those shadow nests on my own, I was helped out by the marines, who all fought just as hard as I did. I made that part very very clear. Two, I didn't bring down that insurrection by myself either Jenny, Ch'ris, and Rachelle helped me with that one also. As for the Abominations, all I'm going to say is that these guys know what they saw and are telling the truth, whether you choose to believe them or not is none of my concern." Jon replied as he light a cigarette to smoke it.

"They are just as weak as you are, I do not believe their words either!" Bri-ci'all said insulting not only me and Jon, but also Ch'ris and Rachelle who were also honored guests at this feast.

"You dare insult an honored guest!" Beo'n said shocked by his brother's remarks.

"Sit back down this instance! You are insulting our guests, and dishonoring the rest of us!" Ph'rills roared at his son.

"I do not submit to weaklings like this Abomination you claim is my brother!" Bri-ci'all said defiantly. His father looked like he was about to smack him for that after he heard that.

"Okay, Brick, I don't know where your getting these ideas from, but I haven't done a thing to make you think I want you to submit to me? and dad is right, you are making a scene. Just sit back down and have some fun why don't you?" Jon replied calmly taking a drag of his cig before blowing a cloud from his mouth.

"I do not take orders from weaklings like you!" The larger Yautja said.

"That wasn't an order, it was a suggestion, besides I don't think I'm the one you should be concerned about." Jon said in reference to the rest of the room who was starring at him with the same looks the rest of us were.

"I do not care about them Abomination! You do not belong here and you know it!" Bri-ci'all continued.

"Your funeral ,brother." Jon said putting the tobacco stick in his mouth again.

"Why do you ignore me like this if you are the great and powerful Yatja everyone says you are?!" Bri-ci'all asked.

"Because, like I said before it's none of my concern, and personally I really couldn't care any less, about what you think ,Brick." Jon answered.

"Why not ,coward?!" He said trying to taunt Jon into some sort of conflict.

"Because I just don't care, and number two I've been called much worse things by Oomans who are better than you." Jon replied. I had to clasp my mouth with my hands to keep from laughing at his response.

"Is this 'humility' you display another one of your pathetic god's teachings?!" That time Bri-ci'all hit a nerve. I saw Jon's eyes narrow, and his mandibled mouth tighten on his cigarette after he heard his brother's response.

"Okay. I don't know what I did to upset you, but do I get off insulting other people's religions. No, I don't now I'm trying to be as passive as possible because I love my family. But I did not appreciate that. Now I'm going to ask you this politely one last time, May you please sit back down and just enjoy the food?" Jon responded as he faced his brother.

"No Abomination! And this humility you display does not convince me either! I believe it is just a pathetic act of yours to make us believe you are greater than you are!" Bri-ci'all spat. Once again Ph'rills and Beo'n were about to confront him, but Jon's response stopped them again.

"Alright. You want some proof, fine. I'll give it to you right here right now, but listen very closely cause I'm only going to say this once. I'm a United States Colonial Marine and I've been through hell and back more times then I can even count. I've had to work with some of the worst assholes you never even knew existed, and I've had to fight much much worse. And you'd better believe that I'm pretty fcking tired because of it, and you'd also better believe I can get really really mean, and really really nasty if you even decide it's a good idea to push me far enough. Now sit your ass back down before you don't have an ass to sit down on anymore." Jon said with a focused and irate look in his right eye, which everyone else including myself gave.

Bri-ci'all noticed he was out numbered and finally complied. "Very well ,brother." He said finally doing as he was told to. I could since there was something sly in the way he said that.

Before everything could return to normal though Bri-ci'all made a very very bad move. "Marines, most pathetic of all Oomans, not even interesting sport. Had he been the great warrior he claims he is those pathetic Hunter Siblings of his would probably still live, if they ever even existed." Everyone heard Bri-ci'all's remark, including Jon who choked on his drink when he heard it. His eyes went wide, his mandibles clicked and flared an angry growl after he heard it.

"That is enough!" Beo'n said as he stomped towards his larger brother.

"It's fine! It's fine! It's fine." Jon said stopping Beo'n before finishing the rest of his drink and taking a few calming breaths. I never saw Jon act with such self-control before. Even Ch'ris and Rachelle were surprised by his amazing temperance. Once he calmed down he turned to his father and asked a very confusing question. "Hey, Dad, just wondering this but are fights allowed inside the temple?" Jon asked Ph'rills.

"No, they are only allowed outside." Ph'rills answered.

"Okay, okay. Thanks. Just wondering." Jon said shrugging the question off. "Jenny, Trish. May you both please do me a favor?" Jon asked the both of us.

"Yeah, what is it?" I said in a concerned tone as I readied myself for something to happen, which it did.

"DUCK!" Jon exclaimed. I responded by pulling Trish to the ground with me before Jon threw his cup at Bri-ci'all's head, which shattered on impact. Bri-ci'all turned sharply to look at Jon who threw the cup at him. As you could've already told the both of them were pissed.

"You want to take this outside! Let's go! Right now!" Jon growled in a deep threatening voice.

"Very well!" Bri-ci'all answered before getting up and stomped ahead of Jon.

"What are you doing?!" Rachelle exclaimed.

"Taking this outside!" He answered.

"That is enough I will not stand for anymore of this! Guards!" Ph'rills said cutting the conflict short. Even though the two wanted to kill each other, Jon saw that now was not the best time and complied with the guards. Bri-ci'all on the other hand did not let up.

"This is not over, Abomination! We shall settle this conflict later!" Bri-ci'all vowed, as he struggled.

"Remove him from the hall this instance!" Ph'rills ordered the guards, which they did obediently.

"I apologize for that. It won't happen again." Jon apologized with an irate look.

"I should hope not. But I do understand your anger. You are pardoned ,son. I must also apologize to the rest of you for his behavior. I do not understand what was over him but it shall not happen again." Ph'rills said.

"What kind of asshole does he think he is?!" I asked as I watched him being removed from the hall.

"That is the way he is. I am sorry about this brother." Beo'n said as he approached us. Beo'n as I mentioned before was another one of Jon's older siblings, who like Trish had a very passive attitude towards others. He was also the first of Jon's siblings he'd met. He respected Jon for his craftiness, and his convictions. Jon and Beo'n also looked a lot alike, from pigmentation, to height. The only difference between them being was muscle mass, which again made Jon look smaller than his sibling. During the reconstruction the both of them took some time to know each other and they got along really well.

"It's not your fault ,bro. It's not your fault at all." Jon said shielding his eyes with his hands. I could see that Bri-ci'all's remark about Michelle, Richard, Taylor, and William had stung badly, enough so to make him start tearing up.

I'm apologize too ,brother Trish said as three of us, including Ch'ris and Rachelle formed this comforting circle around him.

"Mother fcker knew nothing about them and he throws their names in the mud, just like...!" Jon whispered, before letting out a soft growl. "Thank-you guys." I knew who Jon was referring to when he said that, but for my sake he held his name back. "Those guys were the best friends I had in the Corps. I loved those guys like family." I could see that the remark had reminded of the memories he'd tried to suppress earlier.

"I imagine they were ,brother. I wish I could've know such honorable warriors." Beo'n said.

"I wish the same." Trish said in agreement.

"Thank-you. Thank-you all." Jon said as a soft smile wrapped around his face. Once it looked like he was alright again everyone sat back down, and things returned to normal. Or at least that's what it looked like. Trish and I began having a pleasant conversation, and I went to ask Jon something. I asked him it again, this time moving to look at him and that's when I saw him. He was starring a hieroglyphic on the wall. It was a xenomorph. He had this wide-eyed look on his face, and was sweating something fierce.

"Jon?" I said in a worried tone, as I touched his elbow. He immediately reacted.

"I'm sorry! I need to go!" He said as he excused himself. I could hear the concern and desperation in his voice. Ch'ris and Rachelle had seen the same thing, and knew just as well as I did what was happening. When Ph'rills and Jon's siblings went to ask him we stopped them.

"No, don't! Let him go!" I told Ph'rills. "Ch'ris, Rachelle!" I called for them.

"Behind you!" Ch'ris answered as the both of them got up with me.

"I'm coming too." Trish replied.

"So will I." Beo'n said as well.

I made no move to try and dissuade them since we didn't have any time to argue, and the more hands we had the better it would be once we found him. I gave them a simple nod before the five of us left the hall.