Chapter 9: Dissension

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I expected the reaction from all the members of CHPS when Lar'ja, Brackett, and I entered. Everyone wanted to see what all the commotion is about, only to be greeted by Lar'ja's presence. I observed the demeanor of the crowd and mostly saw curiosity and intrigue like my first time coming here. They gathered on the sides along the aisle that led to headquarters. I kept one eye on Lar'ja the entire time to make sure he's alright. At first, he was quite unfamiliar with the excitement. His mandibles twitched in concern and his grip on my hand tightened. He was using me as reassurance. I smiled every time he looked down at me. It's alright, Lar'ja. Everything's good.

But I wished it was entirely true. Standing on the railings above, several oomans looked down in a not so pleasant way. The male that I taught a lesson awhile ago glared at me before turning to Lar'ja. They were a small portion to CHPS but I feared they had the loudest voices. Lar'ja squeezed my hand, drawing my attention.

"Are you alright?"

I dismissed my feelings, giving another big smile. "I'm good."

For a second, I thought he could see right through me but his eyes relaxed. He brings my hand to his face, rubbing it softly with his mandibles. My cheeks burned, feeling a tingling sensation ran through me. How can he do this to me? I glanced at Brackett, noticing she turned her face away as soon as I looked. I could have sworn that she was smirking. It served to make me blush harder.

But the real test was yet to come.

With elevators, you would feel relaxed with waiting but it was the complete opposite. Most of the leaders of CHPS were alright with Yautjas or at least with a hybrid like myself. The only ones I was concerned about were Royce, Mike, and Dutch. I don't know much if either's history before coming to CHPS. I was completely in the dark, only knowing that they've encountered Yautjas before. Dutch might be alright, given that he kept to himself but the old saying that you should watch out for the silent types rang in my ears. Mike a little less after our first encounter but he might have been angry with what I said. Royce, on the other hand, was very keen on displaying his disgust towards me. I worried about what he might try to do with an actual Yautja like Lar'ja. I hope Rory gets back in time. I shook my head. You can handle it!

Brackett turned her head while we waited to reach the higher levels. "How did you even find us, Lar'ja?"

"I tracked a signal I sent out from the Predator Killer. I figured Rory would still have it."

"Well . . . I'm not sure if he does, considering we upgraded the Protector so many times during the last two decades."

"Protector?"

I nudged Lar'ja's shoulder to get his attention. He looks down with his burning golden-amber eyes, staring at me with such intensity. Not in an aggressive way but full of lust. I had to lower my gaze before I got drawn to him. "They call it now."

"Oh."

Thankfully, he turns away but my desire for him burned inside me. My fingers wouldn't stop tingling so I pinched my skin to refocus myself. It worked just in time as the elevator door opens to the headquarters and we walk out. Immediately, I can see Mike, Dallas, Molly, and Lex conversing with one another. I wasn't sure what they were talking about but they turned around as soon as we came. Their eyes zoned on Lar'ja first. There was the initial shock of seeing a Yautja in the same room but changed to curiosity in Lex while excitement for Molly. Mike kept a straight face, similar to Dutch earlier but I kept an eye on him.

Molly comes skipping along towards us. "Hi, Anya!"

I giggled at her sweet greeting. "Hi, Molly. You seem cheery today."

She nodded but I saw her eyes shift to Lar'ja. She moves only inches towards him, tilting her head in curiosity. Lar'ja was equally the same, never saw an ooman quite like her. The chipper demeanor she brought intrigued him. His mandibles clicked together in amusement and Molly hummed.

"So this is Lar'ja. The one you told us about."

Lar'ja whips his head to me. I met him and wished I didn't. His stunned expression was enough for me and I turned away in embarrassment. Now he's going to wonder what else I said about us. I hope he doesn't ask about if they knew we're—

I stopped myself. "Yes, this is him. Molly, meet Lar'ja. Lar'ja, meet Molly."

Lar'ja made a small huff. He looked unsure on how to respond so he leaned to me. "How do you greet an ooman?"

"I can bow like how Yautjas greet if you like."

Molly answered Lar'ja's question by speaking in Yautja. Lar'ja turns to Molly with shock in his eyes. His mandibles and inner mouth opened slightly in disbelief. "How did you . . ?"

Molly giggles. "I learned from Rory."

Lar'ja turns back to me. "Is there anyone else that knows how to speak Yautja?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "You should ask Rory about it. I have no part in that."

"As far as we know, a few are fluent while others are still learning the basics."

All three of us turned to see Lex walking to our group. She strolled along, not bothered by Lar'ja's presence as I expected. She was the most confident one in the room other than Rory who seen Yautjas before and even fought beside them. But as soon as she got to Molly's side, Lar'ja focused on her and clicked his mandibles. I thought he was much too intrigued by Lex. The little bit of jealousy stung in my chest and the instinct to protect my lifemate was coming back. Luckily, my eyes wandered where Lar'ja was looking and realized he was looking at the mark on Lex's cheek.

"You belonged to the Boh'ku Clan."

Both Lex and I were confused for a minute. That name sounds familiar . . . Lex's fingers graze on the mark, feeling along its edges before dropping her hand. She sighs in defeat. "Yes. It was from a Yautja I met during the Alaskan expedition. He died after he gave me this mark."

"I see. He must have seen you as honorable. A rare sign of respect to an ooman."

I interrupted. "Excuse me but who is the Boh'ku Clan?"

"It was a clan that did their Chiva on Earth before all these events happened. The first to mark an ooman as one of their own."

"How come I've never heard of them?"

Lar'ja's eyes lowered a little. "They went extinct long before you were born."

That was enough for me. The way Lar'ja's eyes dropped and how Lex turned her body to the side while rubbing her shoulder was an indication that this was a poor subject. It was familiar since someone mentioned it one time but that was all I knew. It wasn't a surprise that a Yautja clan would go extinct. Dangerous hunts resulted in such an outcome. Rare . . . but still possible.

"I'm sorry if I said something to offend you."

I offered my condolences to her. It lifted her spirit in some ways, watching a smile form on her lips. "It's not your fault. You didn't know."

"I should have."

Guilt grew in my chest and I lowered my gaze. Lar'ja's arm wraps around my shoulders, tugging me closer. I heard a soft purr echo in my ear and it soothed me. I closed my eyes and rubbed my cheek on his chest, smelling the sweet spring rain.

"Why do you do that?"

I snapped out of it, pulling away sharply from Lar'ja when Molly asked. "Well . . . it's just . . . uhhhh . . ." I had no idea how to explain it without going into the details of the sound's origin. Thinking about it alone made my body hot, made worse when Molly looked at me with curiosity.

"I think that's enough, Molly." Lex pulls her away. "We have more important things to discuss at the moment."

"Indeed, we do."

I heard Rory's voice from behind and saw him walking from the elevator with Xen'ork not far behind. He seemed rather annoyed for some reason. It wasn't long before he began telling the entire room in a fit.

"Geez! All those oomans wouldn't stop looking at me!"

"It's normal, Xen'ork. I told you a dozen times on our way here."

Rory was trying to calm him down but to no avail. Having enough of Xen'ork's outburst, I stomped over to him. I put my foot down and crossed my arms together. "What's your deal now?"

He grumbled. "Those oomans wouldn't look away. It took me everything not to reprimand them for it."

It's understandable for Xen'ork to act as such. Yautjas would never stare into another unless they're looking for a fight. But we weren't on Yautja Prime anymore. I growled a warning. "They are oomans and don't know the Yautja ways like we do. We must act better than anyone else."

Xen'ork took a minute to listen carefully to what I had to say. Still, he wasn't finished complaining just yet. "And why should we when they should know better?"

I tightened my lips. You're really going to act like this? Lar'ja inched closer to me but I put my hand between me and him, pushing him back. I knew he meant well to try and break up the argument but I had it covered. I walked to Xen'ork and yanked on one of his dreadlocks before he could react. He roars in agony, slumping his upper half down so the pain wouldn't be as bad. I pulled him closer as I squeezed his dreadlock.

"I am the Leader of the Elites and what I say goes. If you don't like it, suck it up or I'll kick your pauking ass."

Xen'ork's eyes widened in fear. Just the reaction I was hoping for. He may not be the cleverest Yautja but he's no idiot. Although surprised he's not. The tension in his chest faded. His eyes lowered in submission. I took a deep breath. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, my Leader."

I let go and he pulls swiftly away, rubbing his dreadlock that had an imprint of my hand. It was a normal thing to deal with for me. But when I looked back to the rest of the group, all I could see was their stunned expressions. To them, it was like watching me tame a lion in some twisted way. Even Mike seemed impressed, never before witnessed such a scene and his comment confirmed it.

"Wow. I never thought such a creature could be tamed."

Xen'ork growled in his direction before turning away, leaning on the nearby wall. Lar'ja looks down at me with pride and I couldn't help but smile. Serve you right, Xen'ork.

Rory interrupted the moment. "Okay. Now that is settled, I think introductions are in order first. Anya . . . can you do the honors?"

"Of course."

For a couple of minutes, I began introducing Lar'ja and Xen'ork to everyone else, being the translator for Xen'ork. It was quick and easy since I know they weren't in the mood for small talk. Like with me, everyone was keen on meeting Lar'ja and Xen'ork. Surprisingly, Mike was alright with them. He didn't go out of his way to be friends but I was glad he welcomed them. It's enough for me.

After I finished, Rory took over. "Alright. Now we can get straight to business. The first is how you found our base so easily?"

His attention shifts to Lar'ja along with everyone else. I was also wondering as well.

Lar'ja sighs. "We followed the signal of the secret weapon I gave to you two seasons ago after we—"

Suddenly, he stops for a few seconds, turning his gaze to me without turning his head. I caught sight of his distress or worry in a flash. Is he alright? But he continues before I could say anything. "We just followed the signal since the Killer Yautja has taken over most of the system, including Yautja Prime."

Rory nods. From his reaction, it appears that he still has the original. Where it's kept I have no idea but it wasn't my place to say about it now. "They've taken over? How bad?"

Lar'ja's mandibles tightened. "They're infectious. When they took over Yautja Prime, they slaughtered anyone who resisted. Only taking some hostages for their amusement . . . their twisted ways."

"I can only imagine."

Rory nodded in agreement with Brackett. They knew too well how brutal Bad Bloods could be with that Thant'oug guy I fought back then. The glimpse of when he killed Lynch that one time when he ambushed us was horrific. I could only think about a whole clan doing the same on a larger scale. But to know that they've indeed taken Yautja Prime . . . I shook my head in disbelief. This can't be happening . . .

"What about the other clans?"

I had to ask Lar'ja for more. From what I knew, the Bad Bloods only took Yautja Prime and the sentinel planets. Many of the clans were not even near, going on their own hunts but I also feared some may have returned during the invasion. Lar'ja glanced to me, unsure to answer but I gave him a solid look that he couldn't refuse.

"I'm not sure. All I heard were some were captured or destroyed entirely. As for the rest, they might be scattered to the stars."

"So it's worse than we thought."

I felt horrible. Some part of me wished I stayed behind and fight to protect Yautja Prime that became like a second home, even with all of its flaws. Many of my friends were there and the ones I've lost. I wanted to ask more about An'tar and the Successors but I felt it wasn't the right time. There were so many questions with very little of them answered. I can only use what I have been offered.

"But what about the hybridization?" Dallas was the one to answer. It was a surprise to hear from him about such a subject. "From what Rory told us, these 'Killer Yautja' had been experimenting themselves to become more powerful. Do you think they've created such beings other than the previous ones?"

Lar'ja grumbled, sounding tired. It was obvious to me that he was under a lot of strain. His skin was beginning to grow beads of sweat while his breath hitched softly. He's not well . . . Lar'ja wasn't one to tire out this quickly. I reached out but he grabs my hand and pulls it down, rubbing his thumb over my palm. His golden eyes softened for me, conveying a message to not worry. Despite his reassurance, it never went away.

He looks back to Dallas and opened his mouth but shuts it when another voice as loud as thunder screeches into the room.

"Of course they have! Those beasts will do anything to grow stronger!"

I turned towards what's being me. It was Royce stomping towards us from the elevator. The muscles in his arms inflated into rocks. The anger resonating out of him was intense. My heart tightened in my chest. This is the last person I wanted here . . . in the same room as Lar'ja and Xen'ork. It wasn't until Royce shifted to his right in Lar'ja's direction that I saw Isabella trying to pull him back.

"Royce! That's enough! It isn't worth it!"

She was struggling a lot, yanking on his arm with little to show for it. But then again, Royce was like a bull seeing red. His sights were directly on Lar'ja bu glanced to Xen'ork who was leaning on the wall from a distance. He then sets his sights on me and I pulled back when I saw his anger the highest. This isn't good . . .

He points to Lar'ja. "Those monsters know nothing but carnage and destruction! They've hunted our kind for trophies and yet we allow them to wander among us!"

The intent to kill could be seen in Royce's eyes. It made me wonder what the Yautja species had done to him. Is it that bad that he doesn't trust any of them? If it was a Bad Blood he encountered, then his erratic behavior could be well understood. But he was taking it to a whole new level, bursting into headquarters without warning. Lar'ja, being a proud male Yautja, stood his ground as he faced Royce.

"We have never experimented for hybrids. Only the Bad Bloods are known to do it. As for making trophies, it is done with honor and not for bloodshed. You should choose your words carefully."

Lar'ja stepped forward but I pulled him back before he could get any closer. My touch soothed his nerves and he steps back. Somehow, Xen'ork came to my other side as both stood by me like huge guards.

"What's this ooman's problem?"

I answered Xen'ork. "It's nothing. He's nervous."

What a lousy excuse.

But it was the only thing I could think of to appease Xen'ork. I have no desire to cause a fight. No way . . . It did the trick since he didn't know much about the ooman language. Lar'ja, however, was too clever to fool. He tilts his head to me with confusion. I shook my head. Not now, Lar'ja. He didn't say anything and turns back to Royce being held up by Dallas and Izzy. Rory, Lex, and Molly stood by in case things got out of hand while Mike watched from afar.

"Royce . . . I told you before to stay in the room until you've calmed down. Izzy, I thought you could handle this."

"I tried but he darted off before I could stop him."

Izzy turned her attention to Royce, pressing her hands over his cheeks, trying to pull his angry gaze away from us. "Honey. It's alright. Calm down, please."

In a few moments, Royce's labored breathing slowed down and the burning light in his eyes was fading. Still, I kept my ground along with Lar'ja and Xen'ork. Royce closes his eyes and staggers back a little. Izzy smiled and grabbed his arm gently.

"Why don't we go and find something to eat? Somewhere we can discuss in private?"

She pulls her husband away, taking him to the elevator. The whole room calmed down enough that Lar'ja and Xen'ork felt at ease. I let out a deep, slow breath. Thank goodness we avoided another possible fight.

But I shouldn't have thought about it so soon.

Without warning, Royce tears away from Izzy and sprints through everyone, heading for Lar'ja. I turned around and my heart dropped when I saw him coming with a knife drawn. In that instant, I was truly scared but not for me . . . for Lar'ja. It seems silly, given that he's a Yautja and a much stronger opponent but his body looked much weaker than before. I couldn't bear seeing him get hurt. I can't let him!

Royce was inches away, pointing the knife at Lar'ja's chest when I put myself in his way. I raised my hands as the blade punctured through my palm. The pain was instant but it felt like a searing heat went through me. Warm, green blood dripped down my arm with some falling to the floor. My other hand wraps over Royce's wrist and with a flick to one direction, his bones popped.

He screams and lets go of the knife, pulling away to hold his wrist. I didn't think he was going to scream loud enough that my ears popped. Pauking hell! He sounds like a little girl! He staggers back but not before Lar'ja got a hit on him. Seeing my blood, he lets out a thunderous roar before swiping his hand across. It hits Royce in the chest, sending him into the air to land only a few feet away. Lar'ja could have done worse if not for me in his arms. He didn't use his full force but it was enough that I heard Royce's ribs cracking. But as he got back on his feet while holding his wrist, the others swarmed in like bees. Izzy, Mike, and Dallas grabbed onto Royce with the first tending to his wrist while the latter two gripped his shoulders like a vise. As for me, Lar'ja turns me until we were facing each other, checking the knife in my palm. "Anya . . . stay still."

I nodded, opening my hand to give his access. He grabs the handle and pulls it out slowly. There wasn't much pain but the burning sensation was making it worse, radiating up my arm. I was impatient and pushed his hand away, pulling the knife out in one jerk and letting it skid to the far end of the room. I seethed through my teeth as I looked down at the wound. It was already healing, barely showing a sliver of an opening as it closed and leaving a trail of blood.

"Anya."

Lar'ja holds me in his arms once more. His voice calling me in worry. He pulls me until my cheek was laying on his chest. I could hear his heart beating wildly. I felt every bulge of muscle in his arms like stone and yet warm. Soon, his body began to shake. Not enough to be noticeable unless you were standing right next to him like I was. I could sense he was afraid and it caused pain to run through my chest, making my body flinch for a second. I pulled away to look into his eyes and it was clear as day how worried he was. I smiled and pressed my hands on his cheeks for reassurance.

"I'm okay, Lar'ja."

He purrs and tightens his grip on me. But then we heard a growl in front of us. I saw Xen'ork put himself between us and the others. Surprisingly, Rory and Molly were standing on either side of him, creating a barrier. Glancing through the openings between them, I could see Royce glaring through. His wrist was dangling from his arm so I knew it was broken. Still, he tried to push forward to get away from those who were holding him back. Even with his injury, he still wants to fight!?

"You disgraceful ooman. You'll pay for attacking her."

Xen'ork raised his shoulders, making him look bigger for intimidation. He growled once more and Lar'ja did the same but quieter. Rory steps forward before he could. His voice was low but thundered throughout the room. It was the first time I saw him in action as Commander. The strength in his voice was much like a Clan Leader disciplining a Young Blood who disobeyed a command.

"You've gone too far, Royce."

I heard a grunt of frustration. "I did no such thing. You've seen how brutal they can be. You've seen what I've endured back on that hunting reserve. That four-armed abomination . . ."

Four-armed?

Rory took another step, inching closer to Royce. "It doesn't matter now. Things are different and they are not the same beings you fought before. You should have known better." He turns to Lex, Mike, and Dallas. "Take him to the holding area until I can deal with him. Dallas, you stay here to help with damage control."

Dallas nods. "Understood."

With such efficiency, Mike and Lex dragged Royce out of headquarters. I felt bad for Izzy as she followed behind with despair in her eyes. I felt for her in some ways. A defeat that there's nothing you can do but watch helplessly. I stopped myself when I began to think about the time I lost Daugo to such a fate.

The thick air dissipated from the room as soon as Royce was gone. I watched Rory relax for a minute until he came over to my side. Lar'ja was still tensed so I had to wiggle out of his hold so I could meet with Rory.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. The wound is already healed."

I showed my hand to him, showing that the wound was definitely gone. I held in a giggle when I saw his facial expression changed to one who was impressed, made worse when he puckered his lips together. Molly came to look as well.

"It is gone. You've got healing powers?"

"Yes. It's not a big deal."

I pulled my hand away, rubbing the remainder of the pain until it was gone. "Is everyone else alright?"

Rory nodded. "Yes, but you should be worried about yourself for the moment. Despite your healing powers, you need to take care of yourself."

"I told you I'm fine."

I didn't want them to see me weak. It's a mindset I developed on Yautja Prime. Never demand help . . . Never appear weak . . . Always stay strong. Ironically, it was Daugo who taught me that although he tried to say it more nicely. He always wanted to make sure I was safe.

I pushed the thought away when I set my sights on Lar'ja. How am I supposed to tell Lar'ja about his father? He's dead for all I know . . . and it's my fault. That same pain of abandonment for Daugo twisted inside my heart, threatening to tear it apart. I bit my lip to focus my mind on something else.

"Anya? Are you still hurting?"

I opened my eyes when I heard Lar'ja. Again, he looked worried but I hid it with a smile. "Everything's good." Swiftly, I turned my attention to Rory before Lar'ja could say anymore. "My apologies for what happened."

He shakes his head. "Don't apologize. I should have put more eyes on him, considering what he'd been through on that hunting reserve."

"He said something about a four-armed creature. What was he talking about?"

Rory swallows hard. It must be worse than I thought if he's reacting like that. Despite my curiosity, I wasn't going to push any further if he doesn't want to. It sounded too personal to speak about someone else's problems.

"That's a discussion for another time. All of us have been through enough today. Why don't you and Lar'ja get some rest?"

His words sounded inviting and my legs and arms loosened in relaxation. Only then did I realize how tired I was. "What about you?"

He smiles. "I have to oversee the ships being transported with Xen'ork, including the one you came in."

My interest perked up. "You got the ship?"

"Sure did." Molly comes to Rory's side. "We got some to transport it to the private research sector until you can look into it. I think that's where they parked their ship as well."

She points to Xen'ork, which causes him to look at her in confusion. "What's she saying?"

I chuckled. Forgot he doesn't know the ooman language yet.

"She's saying that our stuff is with your ship."

He opens his mandibles slightly. "Oh, yeah. All our stuff is there."

Rory claps his hands together. "Well . . . I think both of you should get some rest. I requested more sheets for you and Lar'ja to sleep in so don't worry. Alright?"

I looked up to Lar'ja, watching him nod in approval. For a split second, his tusks vibrated together to make a sort of purring sound that is unlike the others before. I've only heard it a few times when he gets excited about a 'certain' thing we do together. I rolled my eyes in amusement. Really, Lar'ja? Now? In front of everyone?

I looked back at Rory. "Sounds good. See you tomorrow."

I turned with Lar'ja following close to my side, always keeping an arm or hand on me. It was a comfort to know he was right beside me. As eager as I wanted to get back together with him, I had many questions to ask him . . . about what happened in the six months we were apart.

"Oh, and Anya?"

"Yes?"

I turned my head around to glance at Rory. At first, he stared at me with silence as if contemplating what he was going to say. What's his deal? I opened my mouth to ask until he spoke.

"Just letting you know . . . your room is soundproof."

I was getting more confused. Soundproof? Why would he tell me about—

My eyes widened in utter shock. A smirk formed on his lips as he crossed his arms, raising his chest-high in pride. My mood turned sour and I yelled with all my might, scaring Molly and making Lar'ja and Xen'ork freeze in shock.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

Rory flinched back but still smirked, raising his arms. "Hey. I'm old enough to know these things now."

I pumped my cheeks full of hot air, feeling my blood boil. There was nothing I could do to Rory physically. He didn't do anything wrong and if I told what he meant, there would be a lot of explaining to do that would end up embarrassing myself more. With nothing else to do, I turned back towards the elevator, pulling Lar'ja with me.

"Anya. What did he mean by that?"

Oh no . . . I'm not telling him anything.

"Nothing. Let's just get to my room."

I'm glad he didn't say anything as we got into the elevator. The magic touch of it pushed my embarrassment away but left my mind open to thinking about what Royce said. I didn't want to but my mind had other ideas. The anger in his eyes was genuine, showing nothing that would be considered an act. He said something about a four-armed creature. Could it be another hybrid of a Yautja? It's a huge possibility. I had no clue how deep the Killer Yautja have gone in that subject. It was all a mystery to me.

But it still didn't change the fact that he hated the Yautja with a passion. Even though we came to CHPS . . . to those who want to help, the division between oomans and Yautjas was clear, created by hatred built throughout the entire history of the universe. It made doubt if there will be any chance of peace. But there is no option. The Bad Bloods were our common enemy and if we don't band together, they would have already won.

Even so, the seeds of doubt were there, trying to take root inside me. Will I ever bring everyone together to stop the Killer Yautja once and for all?

It was a question I feared that I would never get an answer.

Hello Everyone!

A nice filler chapter for all our characters . . . and a little humor, especially at the end. I'm sure some of you might catch on what Rory meant ;)

But this chapter is a reminder that it takes time to resolve conflicts, especially one that has been fought since almost the beginning of time. Royce is a clear example of hatred that many in real life are trying to deal with. The world isn't perfect but we have to deal with what we've got to believe in ourselves. That is what Anya needs to do. But oomans and Yautjas have been killing each other for so long that it will be hard for Anya to break those walls. She's right that if they don't get over the differences and fight together, they pretty much lost the war before it was begun.

Will she bring them together? Or will it end in more bloodshed?

Find out when Chapter 10 (Demonstration) is posted by next week (Friday the latest).

Thank you for Mariah, Anonymous-E, NeverNeverLady, and Guest for the reviews on Chapter 8.

I'm glad you got the PS4, which means we can fight together when Predator: Hunting Ground come (if you like to). And yes, we need more good news for Anya and I will tell you that this isn't the last. And pray that this gets a happy ending (can't spoil too much lol) :)

Thank you and Good Hunting! :)))

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