Chapter 38: Sacrifice

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We charged like a tsunami destroying everything in the path as we raced towards the Bad Bloods and their defenses. My heart pounding with each footstep I took. The glory of battle, honor, and death. With the plasma cannons distracted, thanks to Lord Ca'sea and the other clans, the Bad Bloods had to resort to shooting their shoulder cannons first. Their shots were poor in accuracy but they did manage to kill a few warriors and ooman soldiers. But our resolve ceased to waiver. We hit back as hard as we could with gunfire and plasmablasts. I sent my drone orbs ahead and got a few taken down. It brought such pleasure but I lost few in the process.

"Keep going! Don't stop!"

I roared to keep courage in my friend's hearts, fearing that our line would break if they didn't get the support. No problems with the Yautja . . . more so with oomans. But I can't blame them, can I? I looked to each side of me and behind to make sure they were still with me. Luckily, they were, no questioning with Lar'ja.

When it was made clear that we weren't going to relent, the Bad Bloods decided to send a few of their own to charge at us, maybe a few hundred or more but hard to count with chaos ensued everywhere. Does it matter? I shook my head, knowing the answer. "Dutch and those on the left side . . . flank them and get the bomb to the wall! We'll distract them!"

Dutch nods and takes Royce, Izzy, and the others to the side, splitting to meet the Bad Bloods on their side. I nudged a signal to Nei'hman-de and Yeyinde to support them. "Lex, Xen'ork, and Arkarb! Take the other side and keep damage control to a minimum. Let no one get past you!"

"Understood!" Arkarb clicks to Lex and Xen'ork and all of them rush to the other Bad Bloods that were coming with spears and blades ready.

"Everyone else! Don't stop until we reach the wall! Kill all who oppose you!"

My followers roared and screamed in response. Lar'ja nodded in reply and roared through his mask. Sa'iye, Za'hir, and Daugo did the same. It brought fear to the Bad Bloods while it gave me the vigor to survive and fight to the end. I wasn't going to die by their filthy hands and I wasn't going to stop until Hakr'ouh was dead. That is my promise!

Our lines got closer and closer . . . until at last, the wall of bodies clashed with one another.

I took out the first Bad Blood by decapitating its head and my attack sliced into the stomach of another. I didn't hesitate as I went for the next one . . . and then another. Everything went so fast that I barely remember how many I slew until I didn't bother to count anymore. All that mattered was that one less Bad Blood was still alive. I heard other Yautja cries but couldn't tell which side was getting the worst of it. I hoped it was of the Killer Yautja rather than our forces, minding that our ships were flying around and shooting the plasma cannons. Some got great shots and exploded several and caught fire on the others but with the cost of a few being destroyed and fire raining down on us.

The ooman soldiers did much more of their share than I anticipated, getting accurate shots on some Bad Bloods, especially Izzy who stood behind. From what I've gathered, she was great as a sniper and it showed greatly when I took my eyes off of a Bad Blood for one second to check Lar'ja and Rory, killing him right as he brought down his wrist blades on me. With a nod of approval, I went into the heart of the battle to kill more.

"Anya! Watch out!"

Rory pointed towards my side, managing to block a Bad Blood's spear. He roared at my masked face and I retaliated with my own, reaching for his throat as it partially changed to a Yautja and dug my claws in him. He gurgled and spat green neon blood before I ripped his vocal cords like strings on a violin . . . fragile and breakable. His eyes rolled in the back of his head before I kicked him away. I turned to Rory as he was holding back a Bad Blood but another one was charging right behind him.

No!

Right as I was about to throw my sword, Daugo jumped on the Bad Blood and crushed his skull with a thrust of his foot like smashing an egg. Thanks to him, Rory was able to kill the other one with ease and the two exchanged nods of approval. Both looked over to me and I smiled underneath my mask. Good job, boys. We're almost there. I didn't need to worry about Sa'iye and Za'hir. They were a well-oiled, killing pair that no Bad Blood could defeat in my opinion. When Sa'iye would incapacitate one, Za'hir would finish them off with no mercy. They don't deserve it anyway.

"My Lord! We have a problem!"

I saw Nei'hman-de point towards where the wall was and I thought it was the plasma cannons that were the problem. What a big mistake that was. The Bad Bloods that hid against metal debris pulled out these massive guns that were almost as long as my upper body . . . and heavy looking at that. I watched for a moment as they aimed their guns at us and saw a blue light growing inside the barrel. Oh pauk!

"Duck!"

Everyone dropped to lie on the ground just as they shot a few rounds. Several of those that weren't fast enough got their upper bodies exploded and it was like a confetti of blood and guts had gone off.

"Everyone! Get to cover!"

It was instant that all of us got behind several rocks and metal plates that were left in the blasts as more shots fired and many of our forces were being killed. Lar'ja, Rory, McKenna, Daugo, and Brackett stayed close to me while Sa'iye, Za'hir, Nei'hman-de, Yeyinde, and the rest were across a few feet from each side, trying to stay strong.

The ooman soldiers, however, began to panic. "Oh fuck! This is madness!" I saw the look of absolute fear in their eyes.

"Quiet!" Rory shouted. "Keep your ground! Leave like cowards and you'll pay for it!"

I didn't like the threatening tone but there was no time for sweet words. They needed to have the harsh truth or else they would run like cowards. But now, we had to deal with the Bad Bloods that were shooting their 'new toys' at us . . . deadly and precise.

"Pauk! They got us pinned here!"

I rolled my eyes. I know, Rory. We don't need you to explain.

"We can't stay here forever! They'll use the time to regroup and kill us all!" Lar'ja growled at the Bad Bloods, moving his head briefly to see the battlefield, almost getting his head blown up by a shot zipping past his face.

I thought for a moment. "Then we'll use this time to our advantage as well." I activated the communications and spoke as loud and clear as possible. "Royce and Dutch! Can you hear me!?"

"Louder and clearer than the shots coming at us!" Royce spoke first before I heard a smack, followed by a grunt and then Dutch. "What is it?"

"Is the bomb ready?!"

There was a pause that I didn't like, seemingly felt like uncertainty to me. "We're still finishing the small details!"

"Well, use this time to finish it up!" I changed to the other frequency and called out for everyone. "Change of plans! We're going to buy some time for the boys to finish up and then they'll go in to plant the bomb at the wall. Our group will keep them distracted while the others flank them to safely get Royce and Dutch to the wall. Go!"

With that, Lex, Xen'ork, and Arkarb crouched as they moved towards the side of the wall and headed closer. Our job was to keep them distracted and I was going to make sure they keep on us. When I noticed a Bad Blood was looking a bit towards the side, I aimed a knife I had and threw it right between his eyes, dropping him in an instant. The others roared in anger and kept firing their guns. I pulled me out of sight before they could hit me but the gunfire ceased to stop. They're either pretty angry . . . or stupid.

After a minute of their gunfire, they suddenly stopped. What for? I looked to Brackett, Rory, and Lar'ja in confusion before I heard several blasts and gunfire hitting them. When I glanced over to see, Dutch's and Lex's group had stormed them from both sides, swarming the Bad Bloods before they could retaliate. On the other side, my Elites and the two brothers had sliced down any who were quick enough to understand what was happening. They're good.

"Let's go!" I ran as fast as I could and took down the Bad Bloods in the front while Lar'ja and the others got the rest of them. There were still some Bad Bloods on top of the wall trying to shoot at us but at least they couldn't do much with the retaliation from Lord Ca'sea and the ships flying above, fighting their own battle.

"Dutch! Royce! Get the bomb to the wall! Now!"

I exchanged blows with another Bad Blood but saw, from the corner of my eye, Royce taking the lead with Dutch behind, using the chaos to cover themselves. I prayed within the fires of chaos that they would make it. So all of these deaths will not be in vain. As I took down one Bad Blood and went after another, Royce made it to the wall and was placing the bomb, attaching the square-shaped box on it. Dutch watched for cover as Royce added more wiring to it until he closed the panel covering.

"Got it! We'll need to get out of here before I det—"

Something fast jumped on top of him from the wall that it was only a blur. He screamed, drawing Dutch and everyone's attention, including my own. To my horror and shock, a kainde amedha had gotten to him without alerting us. Before anyone could do something, the creature lowered its head, and a snap of bones and tearing of flesh soon followed. It reared its ugly head up and screeched. A sign of pure win . . .

"Royce!" Izzy's scream from afar told us what the outcome was. Dutch tried to help him but another kainde amedha got to him first, stabbing the end of its tail into his shoulder and pinning him to the wall.

"Help them!" I screamed as the kainde amedha was about to strike him down. Yeyinde got there first and managed to cut the creature's tail from Dutch and then twisted its neck until it was dead. The other creature, angry for its dead comrade, jumped on Yeyinde's shoulder and swiped at his face. He managed to dodge the initial attack but a tusk shattered upon impact. Nei'hman-de managed to come in time with Sa'iye and Za'hir as a backup, killing the kainde amedha while the others got to Dutch and Royce.

But we had bigger problems. I looked up and saw more kainde amedha climbing down the wall. I noticed some of the Bad Bloods were releasing them and setting them loose on us. C'jit! That's where they came from! I should have seen this coming!

I shouted at them. "Bring them back! Quickly!"

We gave them cover fire as Nei'hman-de helped his brother while Za'hir carried Royce's limp body with Sa'iye and Dutch not too far behind until all of were back behind the debris. The wound on Dutch seemed minor, only a puncture wound on his shoulder. Royce, however . . .

"Royce!"

Izzy comes running through fire and blasts where Za'hir laid Royce down on the ground with Saiye checking him. She falls to her knees and looks horrified for a moment before she lets a mournful sob, enough to make my muscles ache. I lowered my head. If her cries weren't enough, Sa'iye lifted her masked face to me and shook her head. He's dead . . . There's no doubt. As much as I wanted to comfort Izzy, we were in the middle of a war. And in war . . . there's no mercy for anyone.

"Shit! The bomb!"

McKenna hissed as we saw a few kainde amedha were inching closer to the bomb while the others came for us. I looked up to the Bad Bloods and I could hear them giving commands. Seeing the familiar collars on the creatures, I knew what they were doing.

"Dutch! Is the bomb activated!?"

"No! Royce was killed before we could finish it!"

I bit my lip. Damn it! Someone has to get there or else this will all be in vain!

"Alright! We need to get to the bomb and activate it."

"Are you nuts!?" Lex yelled. "Those things and the enemy is shooting us! Even if we put all of our firepower into protecting the said person, there's too many of them and they'll be killed!"

"We have no choice!" Seeing the uncertainty in everyone's eyes and masks, no one was about to volunteer to forfeit their life to set the bomb off. I only had one choice left. "Fine! I'll go!"

Lar'ja grabbed my wrist before I could stand up. Even Daugo, my Elites, and everyone else gave me a 'are you crazy' look. "No! I won't let you!"

"I don't see anyone else volunteering! We won't get another chance if the Bad Bloods win this!"

Brackett came to my side. "He's right! This is a death sentence even for you with your healing abilities!"

I lowered my gaze. Even I don't even have that anymore. Because . . .

"I don't care! We need to end this now or never! If no one else is going to do it, then—"

"What the pauk is he doing?"

I stopped, seeing Daugo look towards where the kainde amedha are. Following suit, I stood up and my eyes widened upon seeing Dutch walking out in the open with an M134 gun in his hands. I didn't know how he managed to get a gun that size within the deep parts of the battle but that was the least of his concerns.

"Dutch! What the fuck are you doing!?"

I yelled and he stopped where he was but didn't try to turn back to safety. The kainde amedha saw him in the open and stalked towards him, even the ones aiming for the bomb turned to him, much to the Bad Blood's distaste. "I'll get the bomb. You stay here and wait until I finish this."

"Dutch! You can't do that! You'll get killed!"

"I already know I'm going to die."

I froze in shock and disbelief. He turned to me with no emotions other than determination on his face, even when he was right in the crossfire with blasts and bullets flying across. Dutch turned back and began loading his gun. "I knew the moment I landed on this planet that I was going to die. I have lived too long and seen too much. You need to survive and end this fight. Only you can do that."

He glanced at me again. "You understand a warrior's honor do you not?"

I didn't say anything, biting my lip and lowering my head. He knew too well what the Yautja Code of Honor dictated. How could I forget it? Having all eyes on me, I took a deep breath and nodded shakily. "I understand."

For a rare moment, he smiled before turning around. "Then cover for me." He didn't bother to wait for us to prepare before he rained fire on the kainde amedha. They didn't stand a chance as many of them were obliterated into nothing but burned chards of flesh and guts.

With determination, I gave my orders. "Cover for Dutch! Let no one get near him!"

With everyone cheering and roaring for Dutch, we stayed behind our shield and kept shooting at any creatures that got near. The Bad Bloods on top of the wall tried to shoot him down when their pets weren't doing the trick but we were not going to let them. I sent my drones to them and let them have it, killing them in several plasmablasts. Lar'ja and my Elites shot their shoulder cannons as well so the kainde amedha and the Bad Bloods couldn't reach him by the time he got to the bomb. He had to let go of his gun, leaving him vulnerable for attack. I watched as he activated it and a countdown started in the form of a beeping sound.

"C'jit! The ooman activated the bomb! Stop him!"

In desperation, many of the Bad Bloods rushed down the wall and landed where Dutch was. The remaining kainde amedha did the same so all of the enemy lines were targeting him. I watched as they swarmed him, inching closer in desperation.

"Stop them! Give them everything you've got!"

Everyone fired as many shots as they could but without risking Dutch's life, we couldn't go all out blindly. I and everyone watched as the kainde amedha surrounded him with the Bad Bloods holding us back from helping any further. I could hear his grunts of pain as the creatures cut into his flesh . . . rip his muscles . . . bite into his bones . . . and spill his blood everywhere. But even then, Dutch kept his body around the bomb, protecting it. I couldn't see any regret in his eyes, almost . . . happiness instead. My heart hammered desperately in sadness but I tightened my lips, watching as he smirked.

He spoke one last time. "I'll be back."

I held in a smile. Fuck you, Dutch.

In an instant, the beeping stopped and light sparked in the middle before it shrunk back . . . and then everything went off. In a brief flash of light, he was gone.

Everyone went for cover as the bomb went off as I closed my eyes and curled under Lar'ja as he acted as my shield. The impact of the explosion shook the entire planet under our feet. The wall that had stood strong for the Bad Bloods began to crumble. Our enemies cried out as they tried to flee, kainde amedha, and Yautja alike but to no avail. If they didn't die immediately from the explosion, the falling debris and balls of fire took care of the rest, squishing them like small ants from a giant. It was like a meteorite had hit the planet and took everything with it.

After a minute, the shaking subsided and the flashing light faded away. Still, I didn't move immediately until Lar'ja purred, nudging his head on top of mine. I blinked my eyes open and saw that everyone was alright. Well . . . not everyone. I looked to the wall and saw that there was a massive hole now. I could see through and into the city that was on the other side.

We did it . . . We did it. I closed my eyes and imagined Dutch. He was a true warrior that died gloriously. Any Yautja would be glad to have such a death and he did so. Dutch . . . yours and everyone's sacrifice will not be in vain.

I stood up when there was a clear path and roared. "Come on! This is our chance!"

I didn't hesitate and ran as fast as I could, leading the others across the wall and finally into the city. But of course, it wasn't going to be simple. Some of the Bad Bloods that had managed to survive were following us close behind, even confronting a few Yautja warriors and ooman soldiers that were trying to keep up. I turned around upon hearing their cries of death and blades crashing. I don't need this right now!

"Pauk. Won't they ever leave us alone!?"

"Apparently not," Xen'ork spoke, much irritated as I was.

"We'll take care of them," Lex spoke, getting everyone's attention. "You and your friends need to keep going so we'll hold them off for you."

"Are you sure?" My voice lined with worry. I had lost too many friends and I didn't want to abandon them. My will as a Yautja warrior and leader wouldn't permit it.

Lex nods. "Of course. We can handle ourselves."

"We'll stay as well." Nei'hman-de and Yeyinde stepped forward. "The rest of us will cover your backs for now. We need to defeat Hakr'ouh or else we will lose."

I looked around at everyone and saw the determination in their eyes. Nothing I say would persuade them otherwise . . . and the need to kill Hakr'ouh was growing inside my chest. They're right.

I nodded. "Okay. All of you stay behind and keep the Bad Bloods from advancing. But no matter what happens . . . stay alive and strong. Make sure no one else dies in vain!"

"Understood!"

With that, everyone stood at the hole of the wall as a swarm of Bad Bloods rushed at them. I requested for my Elites, Daugo, Brackett, Rory, and Lar'ja to stay behind. It felt appropriate for a reason or another. This group had been with me since almost the beginning of everything and it would be our duty to finish it once and for all. I raised my chest and took a deep breath.

"Let's go!"

I took the lead of our party with Lar'ja and Daugo by my side and we entered the city for the first time after six months.

It didn't look as different as I thought it would be. Other than having craters from the initial attack of the Bad Bloods, everything was quiet and serene. I don't like it one bit. We ran through the former markets and broken buildings and yet saw no sign of any Bad Blood or even a kainde amedha. The quietness is what worried me the most.

"Where is everyone?" Sa'iye commented. "We're almost to the Council's building and yet we've seen no one."

Za'hir agreed. "Yes . . . it seems strange."

"Do you suppose they are waiting for us?"

I shook my head at Rory. "they might be. Regretfully knowing Hakr'ouh, he'll do things that cannot be explained. Plus, he wanted to keep me alive when they brought me to him."

"And why is that?" Lar'ja growled, not sure if he intended at me or Hakr'ouh.

"I don't know. Regardless, we have to make it to the Successors and take him down. Letting us in without a fight will be his mistake."

We raced through the city, making turns and weaving through tight spaces until we caught sight of the Council's building. It still stood strong with very little damage to the initial structure, except that the massive door was destroyed, giving us easy access to get inside. "Come on. Get inside."

All of us got inside but we kept running and remained vigilant in case the Killer Yautja had booby traps or something. But with no other signs, we kept going. Although we don't know where exactly Hakr'ouh and the others were, I had a feeling there was one place they would be. I looked ahead and saw that the main lift was still intact but banged up a bit. We might be able to use it.

"We're close to the lift. Hurry!"

As soon as we were there, I reached for the panel and checked if it was working. I wasn't surprised when it denied me, beeping erratically when I tried again. "Great. It's locked."

"Is there another way inside?" Brackett observed it for a moment, trying to use her Protector to scan for anything, or least that is what I thought since I remembered Rory saying it had a detector built into it. Although we could use the shoulder cannons, I feared that it would render the lift useless if not destroyed and effectively blocking our path . . . so I kept it to myself.

"No," Daugo growled. "The other way underneath the building was destroyed when Anya left Yautja Prime. This is the only way in."

"Well . . . we can't just sit here and wait for an invitation." Lar'ja pushed through and pressed his shoulder on one side of the door. "Za'hir . . . help me open it."

With a grunt, Za'hir goes on the other side and moves in the same position as Lar'ja. We watched as they pulled their shoulders back, preparing to open it with brute strength. On the count of three, we push together."

Za'hir nodded, giving the signal that he was prepared.

"Ready? One . . . two . . ."

"Come now. I just fixed it after all the effort I put into it."

The speakers of the building came to life and everyone froze in their spots for a moment until growls and grunts filled the quiet space. Anger filled my chest and t took everything in me not to scream in defiance. "Hakr'ouh. What do you want?"

He chuckled. "Don't be so cold. Especially after I let your little party come here unmolested or else all of my followers would have killed you by now."

So he purposefully allowed us to come here. What is his plan?

"Hakr'ouh." Lar'ja stood, facing towards the ceiling as if Hakr'ouh was there. "You bastard."

"Calm yourselves. There's no need to get angry. All I want is to talk with you. It's the least I can do since you earned your way here . . . and with your ooman pets no less."

McKenna, Brackett, and Rory huffed in anger. I growled. "Speak with us? We won't fall for your trick."

"Really. I mean it."

You don't sound like it.

"If you're still not convinced, let me show you."

All of a sudden, the doors of the lift open. All of us stood back in alarm, thinking someone was on the other side of the door. But it was empty and nothing was visible that would indicate it was a trap. I shook my head in frustration. "We're not falling for your plans."

I heard him chuckle again. What's with him and the chuckles?

"Regardless, this is the only way you will reach me. Or else your friends, comrades, and even the Successors will suffer as you waste your time."

I bit my lip while everyone else gasped and grunted. He was right in some way. Our goal was to get to Hakr'ouh and end this once and for all. But as time passed, who knew if the others were faring well. And the Successors were far too important to ignore. What choice do we have?

"Fine. We will come."

"Good." Hakr'ouh laughs. "Then come."

With that, I heard the speakers go dead and it gave a brief moment for us to absorb what had happened.

This is crazy . . . you're crazy and so is your enemy. He only wants to play with you for his amusement. But what choice do I have?

"Are you sure we should do this?" Rory comes to my side with Lar'ja beating him to it. Everyone's eyes were on me, expecting me to answer. I gave them the truth they needed, even if they don't like it.

"We have no choice. This is the only way to them and we can't spare another second. I know this is foolish but I feel in my heart that this is for the best."

"But Hakr'ouh might be plotting something."

Sa'iye makes a good point.

"You think I don't know that?" I spoke harshly, making her lower her head in submission. I calmed down before I said anymore. "No matter what, we will prevail over this but only if you're all at my side and standing strong. Are you?"

Lar'ja answers quickly and I could have sworn that he was smiling at that moment. "I'll always be at your side." His arm wraps around my waist as he purrs into my forehead. Daugo nods and places a hand on my shoulder, squeezing enough to confirm he was with me . . . and maybe proud as well.

"Same here, my Lord." Za'hir steps forward. "You are my Leader and we will follow you until the end."

"Same here."

"And me too . . . I guess."

Xen'ork and Sa'iye stepped forward and crossed their arms in a gesture of respect, which was more than enough for me.

"You don't need to ask us twice." Rory steps forward with McKenna close behind.

I nodded my head. "Good." I turned around, facing the lift. "Ready?"

With grunts of approval and everyone supporting me, we entered the lift with our chests high. The doors close behind us as we made our ascent toward the final confrontation. At least . . . that is what I hoped for.

The lift slowly rises and picks up speed as we headed towards the top where Hakr'ouh and the others were. The anticipation was killing me and it wasn't lost on my friends and loved ones. Everyone was wrapping their fingers on their weapons, itching to pull them out and take action. I had to keep them in check in case they try something foolish.

After what seemed like forever, the lift comes slowly to a stop and the doors opened to a familiar hallway. No Bad Bloods were in sight so it was clear . . . at least from an unobservant eye. I kept calm as we moved along the hallway. Everyone kept their eyes open, looking for any slightest signs of any trouble as we made it to the massive door leading to the chamber of the Councils.

This is it . . . No turning back.

With a nod from Lar'ja and Daugo from either side of me, I pushed the door wide open and entered.

The room was in utter destruction as I half expected. Rubble and wires covered the dome-shaped room like someone used it for a dumping ground and the ceiling was barely holding together. The chairs that the Council once sat upon were broken and stripped into almost nothing. The room was merely a shell now of what it used to be and it stung my heart, remembering the last time I saw Datho and the others alive.

We walked until we stopped at the edge of the open circle. I saw a few Bad Bloods standing in a line, facing us with their spears and wrist blades ready. But my eyes sought him out and they locked on him when I saw him. I growled like a Yautja as well as Lar'ja and the others did. Our anger was made clear but it did little to wipe the grin off of his mouth. His pauking . . . stupid grin.

Raising my chest, I took in all the air that my lungs could hold and let it seep out slowly, letting his name flow out of my mouth with all the disgust and rage inside me.

"Hakr'ouh."

His grin grew bigger as he raised his arms. The final confrontation was here.

"Ta'kasa."

Hello Everyone!

Again, my apologies for the late update. I revised and finished the chapter a little longer than planned since I wanted to finish it as a promise to everyone. So I'm sorry if the chapter seems to be jumping a lot or not completely smooth but I hope you enjoy it.

So many sacrifices have indeed been made in this chapter. Royce died trying to help and Izzy suffering for it *sob*. And next . . . the famous Dutch.

For him, I wanted to give him a grand finale and go out with a bang. A true soldier until the bitter end with his famous quote . . . if you get my drift lol.

But now, they finally make it to Hakr'ouh but I fear he's something up his sleeves as always.

What are those plans? I wonder . . .

Find out what happens when Chapter 39 is posted next week (Friday the latest) unless changes are posted on Instagram.

MORE BLOOD AND GORE TO COME!

Thank you to Anonymous-E, NeverNeverLady, Mariah, Nightroad816, and Guest and IanAlphaAxel for the reviews on Chapter 37. Your opinions matter to me. And I hope I hear from more readers.

Thank you and Good Hunting! Stay safe and healthy! :)))

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