Ok everyone I'm sorry it has taken so long for me to update this story, I have been occupied with some of my other stories that needed attention. So anyway without further ado.


Chapter 14: Acidic wounds

With the Myrmidons

"This one time Erik managed to fight off a Xenomorph queen and 2 praetorians with nothing but his sword. I can tell you he earned his rank as a Major on that day" Vlad chuckled as he walked beside Michael at a slow and steady pace

"Jesus…I guess the Major is a tough cookie after all" Michael said in disbelief

"That is putting it likely Private" Sasha said

"The Major is probably the toughest Human alive" Han spoke up from the back

"He is certainly up there, if the generals weren't slowed down by their old myrmidon strains, he would still be top 5" Ramirez chuckled

"I noticed something though, back when we were fighting the Xenos" Michael said

"Really? And what was that?" Baako asked

"He….he really seemed angry when fighting"

"….there….there is a reason for that" Vlad said as he and Baako exchanged looks

"Really….and what is it?" the rookie asked

"It's better if you asked the Major….we…..we swore never to tell without his say so" Vlad said remembering a promise he made to Erik.

"Swore what?" Michael asked

"We all have our secrets and reasons for joining the Myrmidons Rookie….the Major most of all" Hanzo said

"Why did you guys join?" Michael asked with curiosity

"You join the Myrmidon Corps at a very young age rookie, you have to have reasons why….everyone has Their own. You are an exception because Weyland-Yutani made your strain and don't know how we operate" Ramirez explained as Michael's curiosity rose.

"I joined when I was 15 after Xenomorphs hived the colony I was raised on, the bastards killed by father and my brother, after the Myrmidon corps cleaned up the mess my mother committed suicide at their loss. My Uncle was a Myrmidon and so I knew what I wanted to become" Hanzo said as he gripped the handle of his Katana. Michael never knew much about Hanzo due to the fact that the man didn't speak that much, but the way he gripped that sword handle told him that Hanzo was still bitter about it.

"My Mother was a Myrmidon, my little sister and I wanted to become just like her. Xenos killed our father, so our mother went out for vengeance, that and the Myrmidon corps took us in when no one else would. Mother died on a mission, taking a hive down with her so I only found it fitting that I carry on her legacy and continue the good work while Cynthia became a Captain" Sasha said with a monotone voice, she was never one to get over emotional on subjects like this one. Her background was pretty tame compared to many other Myrmidons.

"I was divorced but I got to keep the kids, their mother didn't give two shits about them when she left me. I loved those two….Sally and Catherine where their names…..I still remember their screams" Ramirez said gripping his sniper rifle. His greying hair did signal the fact that he was older than the average soldier and his behaviour confirmed that he had seen his fair share of action. Michael didn't want to force the subject on Ramirez any harder and nodded after putting a hand on his shoulder.

"And what about you two?" the rookie asked

"We…..we'd rather not talk about it" Vlad said as neither he nor Baako were comfortable about talking of their past

"Come on guys, you never talk about yourselves. This is the longest we have had a conversation as a group. I want to know you guys better" Michael said, even though it had been a year since he had joined the team, he still had a blind childlike optimism that sometimes got under Vlad's skin. He always seemed to think that the life of a Myrmidon was full of excitement and adventure.

"Come on Vlad, you must have an interesting story to tell?" Michael asked with a friendly tone. He said it in a way that made the Russian's blood boil, even though he said it with the best intentions, he undoubtedly struck a nerve.

"Alright! You want to know why I became a Myrmidon huh!?" Vlad almost shouted in aggravation as he turned swiftly and stopped in place causing every other Myrmidon to halt in place.

"Vlad, no, don't" Baako tried to reason with the huge Russian

"No, I insist. The rookie here wants to know why I am a Myrmidon. I may as well enlighten him!" Vlad said as he inched closer to Michael. He then pressed a latch on the side of Michael's helm which caused his faceplate to flip up and reveal his face, Vlad then did the same with his as he continued to speak.

"Ever heard of LV798 or Zerilia?" Vlad asked with a growly tone

"….N-no"

"It was a little known Mining colony out in the far reaches of space. The colonists had chosen to occupy that world about 30 years ago, and for 14 long years the people there flourished. The planet was a paradise on par with most of the worlds that humanity had discovered. But one day the people on the planet began to change, they began showing up for work less and less, female colonists would anyway, But the males outright disappeared…" Vlad said giving the Rookie a moment to let those words sink in.

"Within a few weeks the colony was almost deserted, so naturally the Marines where sent in to investigate. But they went off the radar in the blink of an eye. The situations was beginning to get worse and worse for the colonists so a planet wide evacuation was put into action…but….but it turns out it was too late, about 85% of the colonists had already been…well….I don't even know how to say it…" Vlad said as he pondered how to put it into words

"There had been a series of Xenomorph hives beneath the planet's surface. When the miners went to work on tunnelling, the Xenomorphs went to work on them…only these Xenomorphs didn't kill the hosts….the males outlived their usefulness very soon….but…but the females…" Vlad said as Michael swore he saw tears forming up the Russian's eyes. He himself was dreading what he was about to say next.

"The female colonists weren't hived the way they usually are…the Xenos used...more traditional methods of breeding…" Vlad said, causing the rookie's eyes to widen in pure shock, Vlad then continued "…only 12% of the colonists who made the planet their home survived…" Vlad stopped and was about to finish off.

"…I was just an infant when it happened…do…do you have any idea what it is like? To see your father torn to shreds and eaten alive, while your mother and sisters are dragged away into the darkness…screaming? I only managed to survive by hiding in a closet…if I made a sound, those bastards would have torn me apart like they did my father…" Vlad said as a tear dripped down his face

"…a squad of Myrmidons stationed on the planet managed to rescue me, after 3 hours of witnessing my family get torn to shreds and taken away in front of me….you can understand that I wasn't very responsive. The mission report said I didn't eat, sleep or speak a word to anyone for at least 3 days…once I did, I had to go through intense therapy in order to be able to speak without stuttering uncontrollably…after that there was only one thing I wanted…..vengeance" Vlad spoke as he turned back around and clamped his faceplate back on.

"Don't think for a second that we are a bunch of chums who do this because it's fun. Those creatures, those godforsaken abominations only exist to destroy everything they touch. It's our duty, no our purpose to wipe the galaxy clean of them so that what happened to us, does not happen to some other child…living their life in peace until those things take away everything they love" Vlad said as he began to walk again with a purpose. Michael simply stood still, the shocked expression still plastered on his face.

Michael had never thought that he would ever hear Vlad say something like that. Now he simply felt like a complete dick, acting like an exited child amongst these Trained and scarred veterans. Each one of them had a reason to what to wipe the Xenos from the face of existence, while he was simply lucky bastard whom Weyland wanted to test a new Myrmidon strain out on.

"What….what happened to Zerilia?" Michael asked, curious to what had happened to Vlad's home colony planet.

"Infested…no one has set foot on that godforsaken rock since it happened" Hanzo replied

"They tried to nuke it clean from orbit…but the Xenomorphs were deep underground and there were way too many of them for any number of Myrmidon squads to go in" Sasha added

"Isn't that extremely dangerous to let a hive that large, continue to thrive?" the rookie asked

"The planet was the only one in its solar system, and the Myrmidon crops stationed at least 3 battleships to maintain guard around the planet to make sure no one tries to enter the planet…or anything tries to leave it" Baako said as his gaze followed Vlad as he walked away. The Kenyan Myrmidon then began to walk after Vlad, in order to catch up with him.

"I...I never knew" Michael said as Sasha rolled her eyes and followed the other. Hanzo put a hand on the rookie's shoulder.

"Don't take it so hard Rookie. Every one of us has a reason to be bitter against the bugs" Hanzo patted him on the back before proceeding in following the others. Ramirez stopped next to the rookie and said "come on Rook, they won't stop now"

The Myrmidons kept moving through the hallways at a manageable speed. They may have lost the Major, but they had just reminded themselves of what needed to be done and why.

Little did they know of the hell awaiting them.


*With Erik and Sha'ra

"So, those things are actually a part of you? They aren't just hair" Erik asked, gesturing to the Huntress' dreadlocks

"They in fact are a part of my physical biology, they store fluids, fats and even oxygenate blood cells" Sha'ra pointed out.

The Huntress and the Myrmidon were still walking side by side down the darkened hallway and where simply trying to pass the time by having some enlightening conversation. Sha'ra had never met a human before, yet alone a Myrmidon, so this was a great experience for her to learn more about the people whom shared a long history with her race.

Erik also had never met a Yautja in his life, so meeting Sha'ra was really giving him a new perspective on the Yautja race, one that he never would have thought possible. The Yautja were not the blood hungry Psychos that his people had made them out to be. They were simply Hunters whose culture was built around combat and an honourable death. Sure there were a few exceptions to the rule, but the same could be said for humans. An entire species should not be held accountable for the horrible actions of a few irresponsible hunters.

"Hmm, so if someone cuts them off….what would happen?" Erik asked, trying to make that sentence sound less threatening as he could.

"It would hurt more than having one of your fingers cut off" Sha'ra stated making Erik wince saying "ouch" in response

"The nerve endings are much more sensitive than human appendages would be" Sha'ra said

"How can you be so sure about that?" Erik asked the huntress, curious to what her answer would be.

"I used to study your people when I was but a pup. I would spend hours reading books and watching holos to learn about the Oomans, I mean Humans that my uncle would tell me and my brother stories about" Sha'ra smiled behind her mask as she recalled those fond memories of her childhood. Things were so much simpler back then.

"Stories? You make us sound like myths"

"You sort of were, since the war. Though I must say, you are more than what I expected from a Human" Sha'ra said as she kept walked beside Erik.

"Really? in what way?"

"You are much stronger than I thought you would be. My uncle said that you humans couldn't fight a Xenomorph in hand to hand, but when you saved me, you were tackling them bare handed and holding their jaws open with your bare hands" Sha'ra said until she remembered that Erik wasn't any normal human

"Granted, but that is because I am a Myrmidon. What else?"

"Well….there is that you aren't as primitive as my uncle made you out to be" Sha'ra said making Erik pause in thought

"Primitive?" Erik asked with a raised brow

"My uncle's words, not mine" Sha'ra said in her defence

"Huh…I knew Yautja didn't like us, but that's just rude" Erik chuckled. Sha'ra chuckled a little as well as she had recently found that Erik was a bit of a joker, and to be honest, she really enjoyed his humour in a way that she would have not expected.

"There is another thing, you are funny" Sha'ra stated

"Oh that's just a bit of English humour" Erik said with a smile behind his helm

"…English? What does that mean?" Sha'ra asked with a head tilt

"It's a human nationality and the language we are speaking right now…how do you not know this?"

"This language that we are speaking is the most known human language…I don't know about many others" Sha'ra admitted

"Ha, fancy that" Erik smiled as they came to a standstill. In the middle of the hallway they were walking down, they came face to face with a wall seemingly made of Xenomorph resin. Erik groaned as he holstered his pulse rifle on his back, as he had been leaning it on his shoulder up to know. This was not the first time he ran into this problem, Xeno resin was always a problem in hives, and even though it was not indestructible, it was still a pain in the arse to remove.

"Ever had to deal with this stuff before?" Erik asked the huntress as he saw her extend her Wristblades and heat them up with her red triad laser sight.

"Once or twice, what about you?"

"I have had, plenty of experience with these things" Erik replied as he drew his broadsword from his back and gave it a flourish. Erik then drove his sword into the resin in a stabbing motion and broke the surface of the slimy yet solid substance.

"This stuff never ceases to disgust me" Erik grunted as he used his armoured hands to break off huge chunks of the resin, and throw them to the floor behind him with a splat. The resin that the Xenos used was certainly a curious substance, sometimes it would be little more than slime while other times it could be strong enough to endure solid steel. Luckily both Erik and Sha'ra were equipped to deal with such things.

Sha'ra found herself to be less fortunate as the slimy substance that coated the tougher resin, stuck to her bare hands while Erik's gauntlets were designed so the stuff couldn't stick to him.

"Eugh…this is pauking disgusting" Sha'ra muttered as she shook her hand to get the slime from her scaly fingers

"Jesus…If only my sister could see me doing this" Erik muttered quietly, yet Sha'ra could still hear him.

"You have a sister?" Sha'ra asked noting Erik's reaction which practically shouted 'dammit'. Erik sighed and decided that he should at least be a bit honest with the Huntress. After all she had been extremely honest with him so far, he may as well return the favour.

"Yeah…I lost my parents when I was a kid…but I got adopted by a single father who had recently lost his wife. He was a good man, but his daughter became like a sister to me" Erik explained

"And where is she now?" the Huntress asked

"I don't know….she went off to become a scientist or something, we haven't spoken since I became a Myrmidon in fact" Erik said, remembering the little girl he grew up with. It was long history now, at least 5 years since he last saw her.

"Well, at least she isn't here, seeing this disgusting sight" Sha'ra said as she used her Wristblades to slice open a huge piece of resin and tear it aside to find that she had actually gotten through the wall.

"There is a weak spot here, help me out" Sha'ra asked as Erik walked over to her and helped tear chunks from the wall. The two used their combined strength to rip and tear the wall to pieces until Erik realised something.

"This is a pretty thick wall, thicker than usual" Erik said with a pondering tone as they finally managed to create a hole in the resin wall that they could get through one at a time. Though a thin layer of rubbery mucus was in the way, Sha'ra was about to bring this matter up until Erik ripped the mucus up and held it wide open for the Huntress.

"Ladies first" Erik said as he opened a hole in the rubbery texture. Sha'ra smiled behind her mask and felt that she was beginning to take a liking to the Myrmidon, just as she was about to reply however they both heard a high pitch shrieking noise from where they had come from. The sound was instantaneously familiar to Erik; it was the unmistakable sound of the Xenomorphs, Which is when his eyes widened in realization.

How could he be so stupid?

The membrane that he had stretched apart was not a simply rubbery mucus wall. It was a sensory membrane, the Xenomorphs in the hive obviously felt the vibrations it set off and were rushing towards where Erik and Sha'ra were. Erik had encountered this sort of technique before from Xenos, as they would often use techniques that where reminiscent of insects and arachnids, this particular technique like that that of a spider, using long length sensory membranes like that of a web or in this case, the resin of the hive.

"I think we should get moving, NOW!" Erik ordered as e stretched the membrane wide open for Sha'ra to climb through. The Huntress didn't need to be told twice and instantly went to try and squeeze through the gap that Erik opened up for her.

"Move your arse missy!" Erik shouted as he swore he heard the sound of Xenomorphs scurrying and running towards them. Once Sha'ra fell out of the other end she grabbed the two sides of the membrane and stretched it out for her Myrmidon companion.

"Erik, come on!" She shouted as she used her Yautja strength to keep it open for Erik to get through it. Erik got into position but spared a look behind him to see a horde of Xenomorphs heading his way.

"Shit!" Erik cursed as he squeezed into the gap in the membrane. Unlike Sha'ra, Erik was much bigger built and had much more gear on his person, so squeezing through the hole was much trickier. Erik kept cursing again and again as he finally managed to get through the membrane, but a moment after he landed on the floor, a Xenomorph drove its head through the hole and nearly bit off a couple of Sha'ra's fingers, luckily the Huntress was quick enough to get her hands out of the way.

Erik leapt to his feet and was about to turn tail and run, but once he saw the Xenomorph and its unique skull, most notably the pulsing green tubes on the sides of its skull, he drew his sword and swung it downwards, taking the creature's head clean off. The Xenomorph he just decapitated was a particular breed that secreted a tranquilizing venom from it's teeth, claws and tail. He had to kill the dam thing quick, he wasn't going to risk it getting a hold of him or Sha'ra.

"RUN!" Erik shouted at Sha'ra, she nodded in response and the two went into full sprint when Erik sheathed his sword on his back. The headless corpse was then dragged out from the other end and was replaced as another, larger Xenomorph with a bladed head crest emerged and screeched, showing off its secondary mouth and maw full of serrated teeth.

"Keep running Sha'ra! Don't look back!" Erik shouted as Sha'ra stayed ahead of him, as she was lighter and smaller than he was and by that logic faster. Erik however, casted a glance backwards to see that the Xenos were already swarming towards the both of them. The reason he told Sha'ra not to look back was because if one of them had a chance of getting out of this place, he would do everything he could to make sure it was her. He never really held himself in high regard and if he could save someone else's life, he would.

Erik drew his pulse rifle from his back as he ran and fired off a few rounds at the Xenos chasing him and Sha'ra. He managed to land two headshots to two warriors and a crippling leg shot to one of the Venom carrying variety. Erik knew that firing his gun wasn't going to do much more as he was a bit low on ammo at this point, so he holstered his rifle on his back and took a frag grenade from his belt and pulled the pin before dropping it to the floor as he began to sprint at full pelt again.

The Xenomorphs didn't notice him drop the grenade and therefore didn't try to avoid it. a big mistake on their part as the grenade detonated with a loud boom and with a burst of flames and shrapnel shards, killed at least 10 of the Xenomorphs in pursuit. 5 of which were warriors, 3 drones and 2 venom secreting ones.

"Suck on that! You eyeless dick headed shits!" Erik mocked the creatures with a middle finger as he ran. The Xenomorphs continued to chase the two as they managed to keep out of range, there being only 5 Xenomorphs after them now. 4 of which were common warriors while the larger one with the bladed crest and dreadlocks swishing as it ran, was one of the newest additions to be birthed on the ship, this one was not going to give up on its hunt.


"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! PAUK! PAUK IT! PAUK, PAUK, PAUK YOU WRETCHED SHIT! I'LL RIP YOUR INNARDS OUT AND FEED THEM TO YOU! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Tra'kan roared at the top of his lungs as the Black Yautja beside him, sliced open the cauterized stump of the Hunter's arm and pulled the nerves out with tweezers. Of course having a Cybernetic arm implanted was going to be pretty dam painful, but Tra'kan didn't expect anything this bad.

"Keep still my lord, the pain is a good sign" the short Black Yautja said. The Black Yautja performing the surgery was little more than 6 foot, a birth defect he had, yet he was still kept around for his technological knowhow. Tra'kan couldn't for the life of him remember this Yautja's name, but to be honest he didn't give a rat's arse. As soon as he was free of these restraints keeping him down, he really was going to feed this little shit his own innards.

"Nearly done my lord" the Black Yautja said as he connected a few nerves to the Cybernetic arm that the Yautja had prepared for Tra'kan.

The room they were stood in was a med bay within one of the Black Yautja warships. The Asclepheus didn't have the medical facilities required for a Cybernetic limb replacement on a Black Yautja of Tra'kan's size. The room was lit by red lights and the chair that Tra'kan was sat in had him restrained so he wouldn't move too much to hurt himself.

"You…had better…finish this quickly you little….runt!" Tra'kan growled as he gritted his fangs together. The small Black Yautja however was used to being demeaned due to the fact that his people were not the most tolerant of sorts.

"Almost done…I just need to calibrate the nerve capacitors" the Black Yautja said as he kept connecting the arm nerves to the nerves I his arm. With a few switches and twists of the arm's systems, a metallic tube extended from the arm and connected itself to the severed bone of Tra'kan's arm. With an audible crunch the arm connected itself and Tra'kan roared out in immense pain as his green luminescent blood spurted from his arm.

"Done my lord, would you care to see if it wor…GGHHHHHHHHHH!" the Black Yautja was about to finish until Tra'kan grabbed him around the throat with his new Cybernetic arm. The armour plating on the arm was black like the rest of his armour and had a few red marking in Yautja. The fingers of the new arm, where clawed talons that looked very formidable, and much more deadly than regular Yautja claws.

" .hurt!" Tra'kan growled deeply as his grip got tighter around the other Black Yautja's throat. The restraints on the rest of his body popped open as he slowly got to his feet with the other Yautja in his grip.

"P-please…my…l-lord" the smaller Yautja gasped as he tried to wrench Tra'kan's powerful grip from around his throat.

"I told you, that I would rip your innards out!" Tra'kan roared in rage. But as he was about to do the deed the doors to the room opened and in came Ma'zax with his hands behind his back with two guards at his sides. Tra'kan's eyes widened as the position they were in was defiantly not going to improve the Elder's already foul mood.

"…May I ask what you are doing Tra'kan?" Ma'zax asked

Tra'kan glared at the smaller Yautja in his grip and grunted before dropping him to the floor, "Nothing My lord" Tra'kan said in response. The smaller Yautja was on his knees and coughing loudly, trying to massage his own bruised throat as the Elder rolled his eyes.

"You may leave, before you embarrass me anymore" Ma'zax ordered the smaller Black Yautja, not even looking down on him.

The smaller hunter slowly got up to his feet and went to walk by Ma'zax but as he did he replied "Yes father" before disappearing into the confines of the ship, leaving Ma'zax, his two guards and Tra'kan alone.

"I don't take kindly to my own hunters trying to murder my progeny, Tra'kan" Ma'zax replied as he walked into the room further.

"I didn't harm the little shit my lord" Tra'kan replied

"That 'Little Shit' is my son….he is my bastard son, but nonetheless still my flesh and blood" Ma'zax said. True the small Black Yautja was Ma'zax's bastard son, a backfire of his days as a young hunter, to his everlasting shame the Huntress he impregnated gave birth to a pathetic runt. If Ma'zax where just another Hunter he would have had the little shit drowned in a river as soon as his mother gave birth, but he was an Elder…and such things were not permitted, his blood was pure so no matter what defects his progeny had, he could not have them killed. Still, the runt had his uses.

As he walked over to Tra'kan and closely observed his new arm, Ma'zax traced his fingers down the fresh cybernetic limb and grabbed a hold of it and got a good feel of it.

"Still….my bastard seems to have a talent with cybernetics" Ma'zax commented on Tra'kan's new arm.

"I hope this thing works, because I am going to use it to tear that Kamad's head off" Tra'kan growled as he remembered the white haired Kamad who took his arm off. That superior look he gave him as he kicked him away after slicing his right arm clean off. He would enjoy killing that son of a bitch, then taking joy in raping the blonde bitch who got him into that mess. At least he could take pleasure in the fact that he killed that brown haired bitch that put an axe in his shoulder. He reached up with his left arm to trace the large scar on his shoulder where the axe had cut.

"Worried about scars?" Ma'zax asked with a grin

"Not at all, females love scars" Tra'kan grinned

"I can guarantee that you will have more by the end of this. Every hunter here will" Ma'zax replied

"I want you back on the Asclepheus as soon as you have recuperated, is that understood?" Ma'zax asked with his hands behind his back as he walked back to the entrance

"You mean right now? Why of course my lord" Tra'kan grinned as he grabbed a cloth from the surgery table and wiped the glowing blood from his arm before following Ma'zax out of the room.


*with the Yeyinde, Zen'tau and the other Yautja

The Yautja hunting party where still on the move and Zen'tau had point while Yeyinde lagged behind near the back of the group. The Yautja had regrouped from their fight with the Hog-like beasts that they encountered within the beginning of their trek. The worst of the injuries was that one hunter got viciously mauled by one of the creatures and had lost a lot of blood, he was fine now and only had a few scars on his collarbone.

Though the injuries that the others had sustained were not what we're lingering on Yeyinde's mind.

"Elder Zen'tau" the Dark Blade Huntress announced as she walked up next to the Elder. The Huntress who had been very professional during this mission, her name, Zen'tau found out was Cin'Tyr. She appeared to be a very experienced and talented Huntress, belonging to one of the most well-known clans in their race. She was about Yeyinde's age and had a darker scale colour than many of the other hunters aside from the other two Dark Blade Hunters.

"Yes Cin'Tyr?" Zen'tau replied

"I couldn't help but notice that Yeyinde has been acting strange, perhaps you should talk to him" Cin'Tyr suggested.

"Alright, do you mind taking point for the moment?" Zen'tau asked

"Of course" Cin'Tyr replied with a nod as Zen'tau slowed his walking speed so he would end up beside his nephew, who seemed to be in a trance and didn't notice he was there.

"Yeyinde" Zen'tau announced as he put a hand on his nephew's shoulder. Yeyinde's shook off his blank gaze and turned to see his uncle. "Is something wrong?" Zen'tau asked with concern.

"I…I just can't believe she is gone Uncle, never thought this could happen" Yeyinde said with a heavy heart. The image of seeing his sister fall into darkness still played through his mind; he never in a million years would have thought it possible that she would die like that. He always thought she was way too tough to get killed on a mission like this, but then again any hunter could slip up on a moment's notice.

"Yeyinde, your sister is a great Huntress. There is a chance she may have survived that fall" Zen'tau said but as he noticed that didn't seem to get through to his nephew he continued to try and get through to him.

"But even if she didn't, you can't spend too much time on this subject. You are a Yautja hunter, and we must complete our task even if our loved ones fall. I loved her too, but we can mourn her once this is done" Zen'tau said as he kept a reassuring grip on his nephew's shoulder.

"I….I shall Uncle, but…apart from you, she was the only family I had left" Yeyinde said with a heavy heart.

"I know Yeyinde…if anyone should be beating themselves up about this, it's me" Zen'tau said as walked beside his nephew. Yeyinde wondered what his uncle meant by that and chose to listen further.

"I…I promised your mother and father that I would protect both you and your sister, I failed them" Zen'tau said lowering his head

"Uncle, it wasn't your fault"

"Oh but it is, I was the one who chose to bring you two here" Zen'tau said

"Uncle, I chose by myself to come…if anyone is to blame it is me, I…I convinced Sha'ra to come here, it's all my fault" Yeyinde said regretfully. He may have been a veteran hunter but he loved his sister since the day he learned to crawl. The pain of potentially losing his sister was unbearable and he didn't know if would be able to take it in the long run

"Don't speak like that Yeyinde. You are one of the best Hunters of our clan, not your parents nor your sister would want you acting like this. You are Yautja, and Yautja do not bend under pressure, we fight until our last breath and do not give up….understand?" Zen'tau said putting a hand on his shoulder.

Yeyinde paused in thought as he processed his Uncle's words. His sister was always the better Hunter; she was the eldest so it was usually the way of things within their species. She may have had the birth defect of her height but it didn't stop her exceeding her Brother, Yeyinde on the other hand was not a bad Hunter, on the contrary he was amazing at what he did. But the only reason he was higher ranked at the height of being an Honourable Hunter, was that Sha'ra never liked being anything more than a Huntress. One thing was for sure though; Sha'ra would not want her beloved brother weeping over her if she died. For her, his life always came first.

"…Yes uncle…I understand" Yeyinde replied as he and his uncle kept walking.


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