Chapter 6: Ooman Allies?

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Rory and I made our way through a complex organism I called a workplace. We went through an aisle that cut through everything and everyone. People ran around the place in a hurry, either carrying an important item, delivering an order, or grabbing a piece of equipment. Machines the size of mammoths shifted and turned, working hard to keep up whatever work they needed to do. Grated platforms scaled on top of us, creating a network of levels. Some would say it's all chaos but I could tell it was very organized and efficient.

"What is all this?"

Rory turns back to me and chuckles. "Amazing, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Very much so. What did you say this was again?"

I could see his shake his head as he glanced to his side. "You are fascinated by all of this?" He waves a hand at someone from a distance but I didn't bother to look. "It's called CHPS. We'll explain more when we reach headquarters."

Although Rory didn't sound annoyed, I felt I was bothering him more than I should. I kept silent as we kept walking, letting my eyes wander and observe. The first I noticed was some of the equipment being tinkered with on a table nearby. Surrounded by several people was the same wrist gauntlet Rory had worn. I looked further away and saw more of them sitting nearby. So they're mass producing it? I wasn't sure about the idea of it. True that the Protector was given to help oomans but this was going against a Code of Honor: never allow other species to possess Yautja technology. But then again . . . all of Yautja society turned to c'jit after the Killer Yautja attacked. I'm not even sure if Yautja Prime is still standing.

Further along, I saw a small, glass-encased room where I saw a male ooman testing on weapons. I wasn't sure what he was wielding, mostly resembles a large knife with a perpendicular stick attached. He had a fair amount of skill as he fought against a machine for a dummy. There was also a firing range behind it, seeing some shooting shots on target. On the other side of the aisle, a squared ring was set up like you would find in a wrestling arena. Two women were training, showing moves like dodging and counter-attacks. It was the most interesting aspect of the entire area. I wanted to join in and show how to truly fight but that would have to wait for another day.

Overall, this CHPS organization was like a military force . . . perhaps stronger and more prepared than the government. Why haven't I seen them over the past six months?

But then something started to happen all around us. As soon as I turned, I saw a group staring at me. I wasn't sure what to make of their reaction, only guessing that they were curious. They froze like statues and yet begun to whisper amongst themselves. I couldn't hear what they were saying but they kept glancing back to me. I started to feel uncomfortable and moved closer to Rory. I watched one member of the group from earlier run across the platforms, whispering onto others like the telephone game. Soon, more eyes were on me and I started to feel claustrophobic to which usually never happens. What, in their right mind, do they want with me?

"Rory?"

I whispered enough that he could hear me. I saw his head move to look at me. "What?"

"They're staring at me . . . in a freaky way."

That's when Rory glances up to the platforms and his eyes widened for a brief second. More people began to gather around while watching us walk. The next thing I knew, a crowd began to form on the sides. I could hear them better since they were closer now.

"It's her . . . isn't it?"

"She's actually here."

"So it's true what we've heard."

"Look at her armor. I've never seen such things before."

"So that's what is supposed to look like."

It was only bits of information I got but it only made me concerned all the more. But when I looked into the eyes of the crowd, there were no glares to be seen. Instead, there were awe and curiosity in everyone to which the likes I've never seen before. All my life I only expected glares or ignorance from others. Human or Yautja . . . it was always the same before. But this was unnatural and my nerves were starting to get to me.

"Rory . . . what's going on?"

I turned to him as we kept walking through the aisle. The number of the crowd grew thicker and louder. Rory chuckled. "I may have told stories about our time together years ago."

My mouth opened wide. "You told them?"

He shrugged his shoulders and let his hands rise above his chest. "Many who came to join us wanted to know much about Yautjas. I didn't have much knowledge of them except for Lar'ja and yourself. Eventually, the story spread like wildfire. More came to hear from you. Eventually . . . you became a celebrity of sorts."

I shook my head slightly in disbelief. Me? A celebrity? In all my years of life, I had never been treated as such. With my unnatural nature of being a hybrid, I was ridiculed by Yautjas and treated poorly by oomans. This newfound 'fame' is unknown territory and I felt self-conscious about it all. Out of nowhere, a young male about a foot smaller than Rory steps in front of us. He was dark-skinned with a few pieces of armor on him. It caught my attention as it appeared to look similar to Yautja armor . . . not like from the Protector at all. Are they making Yautja armor? How did they get the materials? I didn't pay much more attention when I heard the male speak.

"Good evening, Commander. We're so glad you made it in one piece."

Rory grins, patting his shoulder. "I'm glad to be back too."

I stood back and watch them. Somehow, they knew each other well but in a formal way. Commander, huh? I assumed Rory had a major part in this so-called organization. But to what extent? The male suddenly looks behind Rory and sees me. I took a step back, noticing the spark in his eyes that only a huge fan would show to their idol. He moves around Rory and stops a few feet in front of me.

"So the stories are true . . . You're Anya, right?"

I nodded slowly. "Yes . . ."

A huge smile formed on his lips. "I can't believe I'm standing in front of you. It's nice to meet you. My name is Robert."

He raises his hand in greeting but I merely stared. It had been such a long time since I did it this way, being used to bowing as Yautjas do to respect other brethren. Plus the fact that I'm confused by the sudden praise from everyone, I wasn't keen on shaking his hand anytime soon. Rory, sensing how uncomfortable I was, pulled Robert away.

"Alright. I think you need to go back to whatever you were doing. Anya is still unfamiliar with everything." He pats on Robert's shoulder but he refuses to budge, staring at me in awe. I backed off, wanting to escape it. A small bit of anger rose inside but I held back, knowing it won't do me any good if I acted like a Yautja warrior. If he wasn't ooman, he would be killed for staring too long. Some Yautjas would think it disrespectful or asking for a fight.

"That's enough everyone! Head back to your posts!"

A strong voice filled the entire vicinity. Everyone's attention, including myself, turned to see who it was. Further down the aisle was a light brown-skinned woman who stood out amongst all the others I've seen. Her demeanor alone was enough to tell me a lot. She was one that no one wanted to mess around with . . . a leader in her own right.

Everyone scrambled back to what they were doing before the interruption. Even Robert get out of there. The woman walked closer to us, giving me a better view of her features. Her hair was black with small waves running through. There were several obvious strands of grey running through but she didn't seem too old. Her body was built strong for a female to ooman standards. She would be thin for a Yautja. They would laugh at that. She wore tight, black leggings and a jacket as if she just came to workout. I didn't see any Yautja on her except for the gauntlet similar to Rory's. She stopped a few feet in front of Rory and me but kept her stare on me. Her brown eyes filled with curiosity but that's not what drew my attention. Right on her left cheek was a two curved symbol that was all too familiar. I wasn't sure which clan it represented but it's Yautja language and branded like any Young Blood would get on their Chiva.

Who is she?

She turns to Rory. "Commander. Why are you stalling? You set up the meeting and yet you're not there to attend."

Rory grumbles. "I had a little run-in with Robert again. You know he likes to get my attention whenever he gets the chance."

"I see." She turns back to me. "I may already know the answer but who is she?"

I didn't like the tone in her voice, borderline to distaste. I used all my willpower not to growl at her. I don't know who she is but she better back off. Rory saw my restraint and cut through before anything else happens.

"This is Anya . . . also known as Ta'kasa. The one I've been telling everyone about."

As soon as he said my name, the female's demeanor changes. No longer was she looking at me with a stern look but rather in disbelief. The anger was gone in an instant, replaced with confusion. "So this is her."

Without warning, the female bows her head down with her arms crossed. My eyes widened and a gasp escaped my throat. No other ooman knows how to properly greet a Yautja like this except for Rory and I. It only increased my suspicion that she knew more than what she's letting on. The aged scar on her cheek glistened when she raised her head back up.

A smile was on her lips. "It's nice to meet you, Anya. Name's Alexa Woods but you can call me Lex."

It was like a switch went off. One minute this 'Lex' person was judging me and then the next minute, she was so friendly that you wouldn't think about her being so mean. For whatever reason, I smiled and bowed back in the same way. "It's good to meet you too, Lex."

She sighs, turning to Rory. "We need to get to headquarters. We're waiting for you and Anya."

"Then we shouldn't let them wait."

Lex turns around and leads the way. Rory and I followed behind. It wasn't too far before I could see a huge structure in front of us. It looked like a big, elongated ball sitting on a shaft that rose it high above the ground. So that's headquarters? Two panels opened to us from the shaft as we went inside, revealing to be an elevator. The panels closed and the elevator begins its ascension.

It was silent in the small space with the occasional coughing from Rory. I stayed face forward but my eyes peeled to the side, observing that scar on Lex's cheek. I think I've seen it from somewhere. My curiosity itched for me to ask but I kept to myself. I'll ask her later when I figure it out. The elevator comes to a slow stop and the panels open to allow us out. When I did, I was greeted by so many faces when they heard me come in.

I could count at least six more oomans in the room excluding Lex, Rory and the two soldiers standing on the far end. Most likely there to keep security but I could tell they didn't want me there. Some were hunched together in a group while the other two were in their separate corners, seemingly older with the grey hairs on their heads and one with a cigarette. In the space between was a wide circular table with images playing back and forth. I can safely assume that this was their center of operations. I didn't recognize any oomans there but their stares I knew . . . a mix of curiosity but also caution. Lex, Rory and I stopped in the open area of the room.

"Hello, Commander. Took you long enough. Did you take care of the mission?"

A young female emerged from the group. She looked like the youngest one with her brown hair glowing in brilliance from the lights above. She was much more petite than Lex, wearing a similar outfit but with dark blue instead of black. As she approached, Rory shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, Molly. But it took longer than I thought. Had a bit of a reunion in the woods."

He turns to me and the female named Molly glanced at me. The uncomfortable feeling I had was gone, eventually dissipated as I adapted to everything around. I puffed my chest to show dominance. The female, however, wasn't intimidated at all. She calmly looked at me and smiled.

"You're Anya. That's your name right?"

I sighed in annoyance. "It seems everyone knows who I am."

She giggled like a little girl. "He admires you a lot."

Both of us turned to Rory as he coughed up in embarrassment, trying to hide his burning cheeks. "I get it. Point it all at me, why don't you?"

Molly giggled first to which became infectious. Rory followed suit and eventually me until all of us were laughing. The warmth coming from her reminded me of my relationship with Sa'iye . . . warm and gentle.

"Anya?"

My laughter stopped, hearing a familiar voice that I had no question who it was. I turned my head around as the elevator opened to allow someone in. It was an older woman with short black hair, wearing a lab coat that covered her shirt and jeans. There were very little strands of grey and her face was beginning to develop wrinkles. If the outfit didn't give it away immediately who she was, the shocked look on her face was enough. I have seen it one too many times to not recognize. Those brown eyes that were full of curiosity as a scientist were still there . . . even after all these years and how much she aged. I called her name without hesitation.

"Brackett."

I saw her eyes glow with a light inside and her lips forming into a smile. In an instant, she came right at me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me as hard as she could. "Anya! You're here!"

I didn't hesitate to reciprocate the same. I embraced her as gently as I could, knowing I could hurt her if I squeeze enough. Still, I couldn't help but feel joyful that she was here too. After all this time . . .

"I can't believe you're here. And more stunning with your armor." Brackett let her eyes wander for a second. "You're no longer the little hybrid."

"Little . . . no. Hybrid . . . still am."

We embraced once more. It was nice to see her again and doing well herself. "So where's Lar'ja?" Again, the same question pops up but at least I was expecting it. However, I wasn't in the right mind to talk about it. Thankfully, Rory comes to our side. He looks to Brackett and she shuts her mouth. "Right now's not the time." Before any of us could react, he wraps his arms around for a group hug with both of us in the middle. "Everyone is back together again."

When I heard those words, I paused. We're missing someone. I loosened away from Rory and Brackett but still had my hands on them. "Where's McKenna? Where's your father, Rory?"

I glanced around but saw no sign of McKenna. That dude should be here. Won't waste an opportunity to kill some aliens if it was right in front of him. When I didn't see him, I assumed that he might not be here at the moment. I looked back to Rory and McKenna but froze when I saw their expressions. Brackett lowered her eyes almost to the ground in shame but Rory was the worst. Despair was written all over his face and the light that once shone in his eyes was gone. At that moment, I wished he lowered his gaze as Brackett did. My smile slowly vanished.

"What happened? Did I say something wrong?"

It was silent at first until Rory stepped closer to me. He drops his gaze at the floor, contemplating how to say the few words until he looked at me. "My father is dead."

I gasped softly, watching the gloom pour over me along with Rory and Brackett. McKenna is gone? That can't be . . .

McKenna was the type who would never give up so I could only imagine that something bad had happened. From the reactions I saw in Rory and Brackett, it was deadly serious. I knew it would be rude to ask a sensitive question as to the one I let out but I wanted to know.

"What happened?"

Rory was slow to answer but I was patient. I could only assume that the shock of me mentioning McKenna started to wear off. Still, the hurt was written on his face, even if a little was showing. "After you left, he went back to working for the military. One day, he went on a mission to hunt down a cartel in Iraq and . . ." He swallowed. "He never came back."

My heart dropped to my stomach. Some part of me believed that McKenna would pull through but also, he was one that didn't give up the fight. After everything we went through, he's the type to never give us. But in this case, death finally caught up with him.

My eyes dropped to the floor, trying to make sense of it all. A few seconds later, I felt Rory places his hand on my shoulder. I dreaded looking up to him but I couldn't hide forever. When I did, the sadness he displayed a minute ago was dulled. His smile was sincere and the heaviness was beginning to lift.

"He may be gone . . . but he knew you would return. So he said to leave you a message from him." Rory leans closer until our foreheads barely touched. "Kill those motherfuckers."

I snickered immediately. Really, McKenna? I was right that he would fight until the end. I could hear his voice speaking every part of that sentence. If I had laughed in front of him for that, he would have tried to beat the c'jit out of me.

I had to take a minute to catch my breath but it was hard hearing Rory and Brackett snickering as well. I wiped a tear away. "Yeah. That's something McKenna would say."

Our moment was cut short when I heard Lex calling for us. "I hate to break up the reunion but you have an audience."

My eyes widened in shock and surprise. Oh yeah! I forgot about the other oomans. I whipped around and saw everyone's eyes on me. Oh boy . . . I pulled away from Rory and Brackett, brushing off my armor out of a nervous twitch. Rory did the same but Brackett remained poised, almost amused. Lex smirked as she turned to Rory. "Commander?"

His eyes opened wide in realization. "Right."

Rory comes to my side and tugs at my arm, pulling me closer to the bigger group of oomans. We stopped about a couple feet away from them when Rory let go, walking closer to them. I couldn't hear what they were saying but one female glanced past Rory, to me and back to him, I was the main subject of their conversation. Rory pulls away, coming back to my side.

"Anya. I want to introduce the co-founders of CHPS. You already met Lex, of course."

Lex bowed her head and I did the same. He then points to the younger female I met before with the giggle of a little girl. "You've met Molly O'Brien already but she's in charge of healing our members."

"Yes, and don't you forget it!"

She jumps in the air and holds a fist high. It took everything in me not to laugh hysterically. A body of a grown female but the mind of a child. Still, she had a great sense of humor whenever needed. Something I missed a while ago with Sa'iye. We didn't stay with her long as Rory kept going with the introductions. He moves on to a male that was a bit older than Molly but also built. Guess when you're here, everyone trains hard . . . no matter what your age.

"This is Dallas Howard, head of our search and rescue crew along with Lex."

Dallas bows his head in acknowledgment. "Seems Rory didn't exaggerate any facts about you. Very impressive." His eyes glanced down and back up my body. A part of me wanted to slap him in the face but there was no ill intent. He almost seemed curious.

I moved onto the next person, only it was two instead of one. A late-middle-aged male and female with brown hair stood very close to one another, wearing military padding over every inch of themselves. I could see the male's arm protectively wrapped around the female. The posture reminded me much when Lar'ja and I were together. No matter how much stronger I was, Lar'ja would ensure my safety. It could be from as little as a feeble prey to a Bad Blood. It was bittersweet for me.

"These two and Royce and Isabelle. They joined our group a few years after CHPS was founded."

I could barely hear Rory's words. My attention was zoned on the male named Royce. His green eyes stared into me but in an almost cautious and threatening way. What's eating him? His sights break when the female named Isabelle shook his body enough.

"Royce. It's alright. She's not going to hurt us."

I tightened my eyebrows. Why would I anyway?

Royce calms down but I sensed the caution towards me. I don't know what his problem was but I wasn't ready to find out yet. I had no intention of starting an argument or a fight if it comes to it. The male looked ready for one but he would be defeated in a minute or less if I fought to the fullest. Isabelle was the calmest of the two. She pushed Royce behind her, nodding to Dallas who came by his side as a security measure. Isabelle turns her attention to me and smiles sincerely.

"Apologies for my husband's behavior. We're still getting used to being in the presence of a predator without killing. But you can call me Izzy if you like."

She raises her hand in a form of greeting. This time, I decided to answer. My hand wraps around hers and firmly grips as we shook. "It's nice to meet you too."

She lets go first. "You know? You don't look like a hybrid."

"Excuse me?"

She holds her hands back, thinking I was somewhat offended. In reality, I was curious. "I don't mean to be rude . . . but I don't see anything features of a predator on you. Other than the armor, you seem . . . human."

Her brown eyes scanned over but I didn't feel uncomfortable or cautious of her actions. She was sincere and had no ill reason other than curiosity. That or I was getting used to being stared at. But a deep chuckle took my attention away. It came from the two oomans that separated themselves from the rest. From a glance, both seemed to be the oldest of the bunch. I wasn't sure which one chuckled but I had a hunch it was the one puffing out smoke from the cigarette.

"What's so amusing, Dutch?"

Rory sounded annoyed this time like this wasn't the first time he dealt with him. The male leans off the wall, throwing the cigarette onto the ground before smothering it with his foot. He walks over to us with the darker-skinned male following behind. I felt tension push on me like it was wrapped around the leading male like a cloud. When he stops in front of me, his size was massive for an ooman male and would have intimidated anyone else. I've seen bigger . . . no offense. Every part of his body was packed with muscles, making it almost impossible to find any flaw. But it didn't make sense. His body looked like it could belong to a young boxer but his hair was almost completely white and had very few greys. He looks like an old man . . . this can't be.

He glances at Izzy. "You should never judge an opponent by their appearance alone. That's asking to get killed."

Izzy puffed in annoyance, crossing her arms as she turned her gaze away. This so-called 'Dutch' turns back to me. From what I could see, he showed far more wisdom than I could imagine. His eyes showed signs of struggle but also maturity throughout his years. There were scars all over his arms with some much older than the others. He got into some pretty nasty fights. But the most notable feature was the old burn on the side of his face. It looked older than any of the scars but surprisingly, it wasn't caused by fire. There were no signs of charring that a victim would have. It was more like he got some rash that went out of control. But then, I saw a small sliver of black veins stretching over the area. I've seen this before.

"What are you looking at?"

I lifted my head back to the male but glared back, not liking the sour tone he conveyed. "None of your business."

We had a stare off for a few moments. No one dared to pull us apart and I didn't want them to. This guy is pissing me off. I raised my chest and tightened my fists in a show of intimidation. The male didn't react at all.

"Dutch. I think you should stop."

This time, it was the other male behind that hesitated when he reached for the male's shoulder. Neither of us moved. We were like statues to everyone around. It was only when the male began to chuckle softly that the tension dissipated, replaced with confusion on my part.

"You're tough. That's good."

He takes a few steps back, patting the other male's shoulder before wrapping a grip on him. "See? She's not so bad."

The dark-skinned male pushes him away. "I know that. I was only curious."

I tilted my head, feeling more confused than ever. Seriously? Rory came to my side in a flash. "Don't mind these old men. They're too curious if you ask me."

I swallowed. "Okay."

Rory sighs and turns to the two males. "This is Alan Schaefer or also known as Dutch. He's in charge of weapons and forgery. The one he's holding captive is Michael Harrigan or Mike for short and handles close combat training for new recruits."

I huffed. "Both seem too old to fight, don't you think?"

As soon as I spoke, both of their heads turn to me in a little shock. I crossed my arms and chuckled. Probably didn't expect me to say that. Mike ripped out of Dutch's arm in anger, stomping towards me like a raging bull. While I heard soft gasps from behind, I wasn't fazed. I was ready for a fight if he initiated it. It will be his last mistake. He stops with his face inches from mine. His eyes scanned for any break in my expression but I wasn't intimidated. He could do this all day and it would be a waste of time. Training among the Yautjas proved handier than I initially thought.

"Listen here. I may look old but I'm not weak if that's what you're implying. I have been through Hell and back to get here."

"And so have I."

I spoke firmly and sincere. He has no idea what horrors I faced being on Earth and Yautja Prime. Betrayed and tortured . . . treated less than a living being . . . he's got nothing on me. Somehow, my words did the trick. The anger in Mike's eyes faded as his facial expression relaxed. He backs off, walking to the nearby wall before sliding down the wall. He must have used a lot of his strength, watching him try and catch his breath. Molly passes us to check on him while Rory apologizes.

"I'm sorry for his behavior. He's not in the best condition at the moment."

"I can see that."

Rory shakes his head in disbelief. I can feel his frustration about this whole introduction. So far, I got a mix of good and bad from this entire 'founders' of CHPS but I can't complain. I need help more than ever. The Killer Yautja was getting too powerful and with no other allies I can turn to, this will have to do. But I had one last puzzle to figure out and Rory was the one I can get a straight answer.

"Speaking of which . . . what is your role in all of this, Rory?"

"He's our Leader. Or Commander as it is his official title."

Molly comes skipping out of nowhere, hanging out next to me. It's a surprise that she's very fond of me already but she's got a personality that could melt anyone's heart . . . or an ooman's at least. I turned to Rory in surprise. So he's the head honcho? He scratches his head nervously.

"Well . . . I did bring them together but technically I wouldn't have been able to create all of this without my help."

Molly giggles. "Don't be so modest, Commander."

I giggled at how she almost sang the last word as a tease. Rory blushed and tried to hide his face but Molly wasn't having any of it, dodging back and forth to see him. It was amusing to watch.

All of a sudden, a wave of exhaustion fills my lungs and I couldn't stop the yawn from coming. I held my hand to cover my face but it was loud enough for all to hear. Rory and Molly stopped what they were doing as soon as they heard.

"Are you tired?"

Knowing that I couldn't hide the fact, I nodded. "Yeah. All of this excitement has me drained. I need to get some rest."

I headed for the elevator to find a place to rest. I know that I won't make it back to my ship so I would have to make do with whatever I find. I took a mere step before Rory runs to my side. "Where are you going? You know we have rooms to spare if you like."

I stopped, glancing at him. "Really?"

I didn't see any resemblance to a room when I came in. It was all machinery, people, and training arenas. There was no bed, couch or even a chair anywhere. Besides . . . I like to sleep in a tree. A weird fetish but a normal routine for me. I tried to take another step but Rory gets in front of me. He was determined to keep me here.

"Trust me. We have a room in the lower levels that everyone uses. I prepared one for you and have fresh clothes you can put on. Please?"

I don't know how but Rory gave the best pouty face any adult ooman could pull off. He won the battle before it even started. I shrugged my shoulders, admitting defeat. "Alright. Where to?"

He smiles in victory and I puffed. Relish it for now. "Follow me then."

He turns to everyone else. "We'll meet back here tomorrow for a debriefing. I want Anya to know our current situation. Make sure to be here."

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. I would love nothing more than to figure out Rory's side of what's been going on. There's so much that I don't know and it bothered me. For now, I followed Rory back to the elevator, desperate to get some sleep for my body. The panels close and we make our way through this maze that I was still unsure about.

Hello Everyone!

So we have many characters from the AVP universe finally make their appearances. This chapter was very difficult to construct given that I wanted everyone introduced but here it is and I hope all of you like it. More details on how the CHPS was founded and what happened to Stargazer before Balance in the next chapter.

Anya has met new and old allies but I feel sad for McKenna. However, I know deep down that he's with her in spirit to fight alongside her and his son. But Anya still feels unsure about all of this. I mean . . . she got mostly praises from people rather than anger or disgust from before so I can't blame her for being uncomfortable.

Will she be able to adapt to her new surroundings? Will her new allies help in defeating the Killer Yautja? Or is there something else going on?

Find out when Chapter 7 (Retracing) is posted either by this Friday or next week (depends on my mood . . . and I'm in a pretty good one at the moment lol.)

Thank you for Mariah, Anonymous-E, and Nightroad and NeverNeverLady for the reviews on Chapter 5.

Thank you for the corrections on some grammar/spelling errors. It's partially my fault for not checking and I have auto-correction that's a pain in the ass sometimes. Hope you understand. For the Super Predators, I can't spoil too much but they will make an appearance on Balance at some point. They'll be tough to defeat though ;)

Thank you and Good Hunting! :)))

NOTE: I'm glad all of you like the new name (Protector) for the Predator Killer. It needed a better one than that. :))))

Reading notes:

Normal = Anya (human form) or any human speaking English (ooman language)

Italic = Anya (human form) or any human speaking Yautja

Bold = Any Yautja speaking English (ooman language)

Bold and Italic = Any Yautja speaking Yautja language