If you are a previous reader of this story I invite you to go back to the beginning and re-read the edits I have made. The reason why is that I made this story in 2012, since then I've wanted to go back and continue the story and make it better. So if you're new, congrats! You'll be okay! If you're a previous reader, congrats! Better story lol.
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"Why would you say such a thing Uncle? He was just being nice to me."
"You know nothing of that jehdin." He warned.
"Why do you speak of him as if he is not one of us?"
Uncle did not answer, he watched until Rah disappeared into the night.
"Head straight home." Uncle Tu'puk growled. I made no argument.
Since it was after curfew I decided to take the routes that I knew wouldn't be populated or ventured in by older Yautja or the Overseers who patrolled the city. I avoided the torch lot paths in favor of the dark alleys used by sleeping beggars. I was near home when I heard a voice...or voices near the Council Circle. A small, beautiful fountain park that made the Yautjian council building shine amongst all other buildings.
My tiny and quiet footsteps concealed my approach towards the voices. I tip toed to the corner of a building and peeked around it to see two towering and terrifying looking Yautja talking to each other.
They were not of our clan.
The one on the right was probably 10 feet tall, his skin as black as a kainde amedha, with mandibles that jutted out like a kainde amedha Queen's offspring that comes from the egg. His mouth was so pink and his eyes so red that it was the only way I could see his form in the night. Even the bulky awu'asa he was wearing melted in with the darkness. The torch illuminated the ooman skulls that lined his belt. These clunked together with a hollow sound and ended near his ankles. Shivers laced my spine as the eyeless holes of those who crossed this Yautja's path stared right back at me. I felt...personally offended.
The Yautja on the left was younger and slightly than the other, probably about nine foot and a half. His skin was almost as black as the taller one but light enough that I could see him. His awu'asa was black but not as dark as the taller Yautja. I could not see his face, as he was turned away from me, but their voices echoed through the alleyway.
They were speaking a foreign Yautjian dialect that I could barely understand. Their words were slurred like drunkards that had just consumed c'ntlip, but these two were clearly not drunk. I could, however, make out my mother's name. I wasn't surprised to hear them mention her. Mother is famous for her conquests and victories against bad bloods and dishonorable warriors. But I felt that their conversation may have been too personal about her.
Then it came to me. No, couldn't be...could it?
Were these foreigners here looking to find trophies? We're they here to challenge my mother in combat? They were clearly sain'ja. Dressed in the finest of awu'asa.
"Is there a problem mei'hswei?" I froze in my spot. Had I been caught? A patrolling Overseer approached the two Yautja, I relaxed. The Overseer cocked his head to the side in curiosity. The taller one bowed to him,
"None at all." My eyes widened. The sain'ja could speak in our Yautjian dialects!
"I apologize for intruding into your conversation." The overseer said curtly and continued patrolling the streets. Now was a good time for me to leave and get home before people start to worry.
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Kainde Amedha - Aliens/Xenomorphs
Awu'asa - Armor
C'ntlip - Alcohol
Sain'ja - Warrior