T.P.C. Chapter Four

Hey guys. I changed this chapter because I just wasn't really happy about the older version. I had missed details, the whole thing just felt rushed. So this is the new version of chapter four and an updated glossary.

Glossary:

Berserker-Superpredators from the third movie

K'yipsas-small bat like creatures native to Yautja Prime

Cycle-Ten human years

Season-One human year

C'jit-s**t

Pauk-f**k

P'kya'uha-sniper-name of second yautja female.

Long rifle-sniper rifle eight feet in length and a small barrel.

Pyode Amedha-soft meat-generally, but not restricted to, humans.

Kiande Amedha-hard meat-xenomorph

Ooman-slang for human

C'nlip-intoxicating drink

Note-other names do not have specific meanings.

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Dah'nagara was silent as he strolled through the forest. His short red hair was brushed by a cool breeze. He walked so quietly, the creatures of the forest didn't even realize he was there, this made evident by the many sounds of animals echoing through the trees. He stopped. The birds whistled their tunes blissfully unaware of the human. He grabbed the combi stick sheathed on his lower back, unsheathing it as he spun and threw it into a nearby tree. Hul'tah became visible, his mask hiding his surprise as his face was an inch from where the spear pierced the tree. He grabbed its shaft, pulling it out as he stepped forward.

"Nice aim," he said as he handed the spear back to the human.

"What do you mean?" he smirked. "I missed."

Hul'tah looked at him with his eyes wide. He took a moment to compose himself before asking.

"So where are you going?"

"I'm heading to the colony for a drink. I'll be back soon."

The elder warrior's mandibles formed the Yautja version of a frown as he looked down at him.

"You know the ship will be leaving soon. Why are you going to the colony? We have drinks on the clan ship."

"Uncle, those drinks have me on my ass by the second swill. I'd like for once to actually be drunk before I wake regretting the first sip."

They laughed as they remembered the first time Dah'nagara ever drank. He was unconscious for hours and took even longer for his headache to go away. The Yautja chuckled again before looking at him.

"All right, but make it fast." As Dah'nagara began to walk again Hul'tah called out to him. "And take Shi with you." The human smirked again as he let out a long whistle. After a moment they heard rustling from the bushes behind them. A German shepherd wearing a rugged silver collar trotted toward them casually. Dah'nagara smiled patting the Earth dog on the head before continuing, the canine following from behind.

It didn't take them long to reach the human colony. As they entered the compound, many stared as they passed but mostly at him. Their eyes widened as they saw the armored man pass them, the sword on his hip and the helmet in his hand intimidated them to no end. When he reached the bar, he looked down at his partner.

"Shi, stay."

The dog circled a moment before lying down next to the door. That done, he made his way inside. Looking around, he saw that he and the bartender were the only ones there. The bartender looked up as he walked forward.

"What can I get you?"

"C'nlip," he replied.

He mentally kicked himself as he realized he spoke in Yautja, the other man's brow rose in confusion.

"Sorry, I meant to say I wanted a drink, anything will do." He placed a few coins on the counter when he finished. The man picked them up before grabbing a bottle and a glass.

"Leave the bottle."

Dah'nagara took the bottle, downing the glass, and sat down at a booth in the corner setting his helmet down on the table. He sat there, sipping from the bottle occasionally as he unsheathed his prized short sword. He reached for his belt removing a cylindrical whetstone and continuing to sharpen his blade. After a few minutes a group of humans came through the door. Dah'nagara could instantly tell they were colonial marines. There were four males and one female. They were dragging one of them towards the counter. The one they were dragging spoke up.

"Guys, we don't have time for this. We really need to get back to base." He was older than Dah'nagara by at least a cycle, with brown hair but his eyes were hidden from view.

"Come on captain, don't be like that," spoke up one of the other men, this one with dirty blonde hair. His arms were rippling with muscles. "We need some way to thank you." He looked over at the brown-haired female. "Unless…"

"I'm not showing him my rack Trent!" she reprimanded him, punching him in the arm.

"Ow, come on Jaz I was only kidding."

"Yeah right. Anyway, he's right about one thing cap, we still need to thank you for saving our asses."

"With all due respect sir," said another male. Dah'nagara suspected he and the woman were siblings as they shared the same brown hair and eyes. "Take that stick out your ass for the next hour and enjoy yourself. You deserve it for killing bugs all day."

Dah'nagara recognized the slang for Kainde amedha. He stopped sharpening as he listened in.

"Well said private," replied the one known as Trent. Their captain sighed as he looked at them.

"Out of the whole squad, we were the only ones to make it out. That isn't something to celebrate."

"Were not," said Jaz. "We're celebrating our survival. Now take a seat and down a few shots."

He looked over at the last member of their group, another male with black hair and dark eyes.

"You've been quiet Williams. You think I should take a load off?" The soldier only shrugged in response. Dah'nagara chuckled as the man reminded him of Vor'mekta.

"Fine," the leader conceded. "Give me the damn drink." They all grabbed a glass a raised it to the air. Dah'nagara, realizing their conversation was over, went back to sharpening.

"To those who didn't make. I'll see you in hell marines."

"Hoorah!"

As the captain brought the drink to his lips, he froze. Across the bar sitting at a booth, was a man who looked to be in his early twenties, brownish red hair, and deep green eyes. He wore armor on his legs and shoulders. On the table was a helmet with dreads, sitting next to it was a horn. He sharpened a sword on his lap. None of that is what shocked him. It was the mark burned onto his cheek that shocked him. He recognized it. It was the same one Joshua's father had.

"Hey!"

Dah'nagara looked up as the marine captain came towards him. His squad looked at them both with confusion. He looked up at the captain's face as he stopped in front of him.

"Where did you get that mark?"

It was Dah'nagara's turn to look confused. Why does this human want to know about his clan mark? He decided it was easiest to just ask.

"Why do you want to know?" Joshua didn't hesitate in answering.

"My father had the same mark."

Staring at the man in front of him, Dah'nagara pondered what he said. It was entirely possible his father was made a member of the Blood Hunter clan; he wouldn't have been the first human. He took another swig of his drink before explaining.

"It's a clan mark."

"Clan? What clan?" the squad member, Trent, asked.

"The Blood Hunter Clan. Who is your father?"

Before Joshua could answer, frantic barking could be heard from outside. Dah'nagara shot up, placing his helmet over his head, and made his way to the door.

"Shi, what's-oh pauk."

He dove out of the way just as the door lit up in flames. Standing up, he looked at the devastation. Half the complex was on fire, humans were running, screaming as they were caught in nets and dragged away. His gaze landed on the dreadlocked creatures with the nets. They weren't Yautja, they were much worse.

"Bad bloods," he said in disbelief.

"Shit, not these things!" Turning back to the door he saw the marines pull pistols from their belts immediately opening fire on the hostiles.

"Bill! Radio the base! We need reinforcements here NOW!" The private nodded before ducking into cover pulling out a communicator.

"No good, were being jammed!"

"Not all of us."

Dah'nagara reached for his wrist device and activated its distress signal. Shi stood at his left, her teeth showing as she growled. The squad was on his left, there weapons out and ready. Dah'nagara unsheathed his combi stick and charged forward. The first bad blood he reached swung at him with an axe. He slid under, forcing his spear into the Yautja's unarmored pit. Shi jumped onto him tearing at his throat bringing him to the ground. He lifted his spear again and drove it into the Yautja's masked face. Picking up the fallen warrior's axe, he threw and plunged it into the head of another Yautja. A group of bad bloods stalked towards them menacingly. The humans emptied their clips into the bodies of the massive aliens. Dah'nagara drew his sword in his left hand and charged again. He weaved in and out of the group, slicing and stabbing at every weak point he could find. As another Bad Blood fell to the ground, his throat sliced open, the remaining warriors roared in anger, their backs arched in aggression. They charged the human as one, seeming to not even feel the bullets from the marines' pistols. Dah'nagara did his best to block the oncoming blows but he was quickly overwhelmed. He was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air. Empty eyes of a mask bored into him as he struggled to escape the titan's grip. As if repeating his deepest memories, a hand grabbed his attacker's, crushing the bones in the wrist and causing it to drop Dah'nagara. P'kya'uha plunged her blades into her foe, his body falling at her feet. She reached down and helped Dah'nagara to his feet.

"This seems familiar." And just like before she laughed at him.

"There are a lot more of them this time." As if to emphasize her point, the others began to surround them. The two clan mates faced their enemies with unwavering resolve. Mostly due to the fact that four of them had three red dots appear on their heads. Their heads exploded into waves of green blood and grey matter. The few remaining were quickly dispatched by, Al'nagara, Vor'mekta, Hul'tah, and Nrak'ytara all slashing through the bad bloods like paper. The bodies lay before them in heaps of blood and gore. The squad of marines had long gone about freeing the colonists from the nets. They stopped as they heard a growl straight from hell itself. All heads turned to view the Yautja marching towards them. Its feet impacted the ground with loud thumps. Its dreads were long and spiked. It reached up and removed its mask. Its longer lower mandibles spread as it let out an unworldly roar. At the sight of the berserker, they all stepped back save one. Nrak'ytara stepped forward and on her right hand drew her smooth wrist blades moving her cape behind her.

The berserker charged at her, not bothering to draw any weapons. After all, how could a female defeat him? His head rolled onto the floor before he even realized what had happened. Grunting in satisfaction, the cheiftess grabbed the head by its dreadlocks, turned back to her clan mates, lifted her trophy into the air and roared in victory, the others joining her in triumph. After making sure the colonists were all free, Joshua made his way towards the female.

"I guess thanks are in order." As their gazes locked, both of their breaths caught in their throats. Joshua stared at the creature before him, bearing the same clan marking as his father once had. Nrak'ytara looked as if she had seen a ghost. She stepped towards the green eyed human.

"J-Johnathan?" Joshua's eyes widened further.

"How do you know that name?" He stepped back as she again took another step.

"Is . . . is it really you?" She asked. He looked down, remembering the memories that still pained him.

"That was my father's name." His squad was almost as shocked as Nrak'ytara. Their captain never talked about his family. Dah'nagara stepped towards them.

"Lei-jadhi, what's wrong?" She looked between the two humans, seemingly in thought, before finally speaking.

"Dah'nagara, this . . . is your brother."

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