*Chapter 3*
Bak'ub stared ahead at his clan leader intently. He had no fear of the elder, nor had he ever. To him, he was a decrepit old man but, Bak'ub still showed the respect he deserved. One day though, Bak'ub would take on the older and take his place as clan leader, possibly among the council when he was far older. "I found a...creature. She is mixed with Ooman and Kiande Amedha." Centanu, the clan leader, stood, his dreads swaying to and fro from the movement. Centanu walked up to A'kisha. "A hybrid of the two?" He asked, his voice gruff from the years. "Yes. She is." Bak'ub couldn't help but notice the nervous flick of her speared tale. It was...enticing to be entirely honest. However, that is nothing he would admit aloud. "She looks so similar to the kiande amedha yet…" Centanu trailed, his mandibles clittering together in thought. "As against my better judgement, I believe we should keep watch over it." There was a collective chitter throughout the room. "Centanu, this thing is the mixing of both-" Centanu holds up a hand to silence the yautja that so dared to speak out. "There has been none like it and I am simply curious. I will have it guarded at all hours." Centanu swiveled his head to Bak'ub. "I put you in charge of it. You have found her and I expect no wrong doings." Bak'ub nodded and placed a fist on his chest as he bowed his head in the slightest before immediately leaving with A'kisha trailing along beside him.
It was amusing, watching her struggle to keep pace but there was a sort of innocence about her that Bak'ub simply could not shake. A'kisha hissed lowly, pressing closer to the yautja in fear. "What is the problem?" He asked curtly, his hands curling into fists. He hated all the stares he was receiving for being the 'caregiver/guard' to A'kisha. "Right, you cannot speak." he grumbled and sighed. He shook his head and lead her to his abode. "I do not feel comfortable with you staying with me however since I have no other option," He paused and opened the door to his home, allowing her to enter first. It was odd for him to have another being in his home. He was yet to mate but he was far from wanting a mate. He thought the females were a waste of time when he could use that time to practice for his largest cleansing yet. A'kisha hissed once again before walking into a single room; his room. Bak'ub growled lowly but followed the curious creature. She had probably never seen anything like it before. His face scrunched up. Even though he was a hunter, he found it terrible that one thing could be kept in one room for so long. Even his species give the Oomans free range on whatever planet they will do a hive cleanse."Lie down." He snarled and A'kisha froze in place. Bak'ub growled once again in frustration and picked her up, putting her on his bed and forcing her to lie down. "Sleep." With that, he shut the door and went out to the back.
His homeworld was perfect to him. He loved that although hey were a modernized species, they preserved their world unlike the Oomans. He shivered at the thought of his world looking like Earth. "Bak'ub?" His gaze flickered over and he saw Da'dtou-di, a female that had pursing him and Setg'in."Bak'ub" She murmured, gazing at him carefully. Bakub could not deny that Da'dtou-di was a desirable female but, he was just not wanting a mate. "Yes?" She moved closer. "You have the creature?" Bak'ub eyed her closely,weary of her sudden interest of A'kisha. "Yes." He nods his head and growls when her hand becomes to low on his stomach. "Why do you bother me, Da'dtou-di?" He demands. She purrs softly, her eyes looking him over. "I would like to see it, simple." He huffed at her. A sort of protective wave washed over him. He wanted no one near her. Perhaps it was because she seemed so weak willed or maybe it was because she acted like a young child. "No." He stated simply, his lower mandibles flaring at her. Da'dtou-di growled in response. "Will you attack me with no cause?" She snapped. Bak'ub turned swiftly, his dreads smacking his cheek, before he entered his home again. She was a waste of time… to be honest, he never quite understood why she did not just ask Setg'in. He was a suitable mate for her. Sure, she seemed flirtatious, and she was, but it was simply because she was approaching mating age. He completely understood, he just had no attraction for her.
Bak'ub sighed softly and made his way to his bedroom, staring at the hybrid before him. It was so...different. She honestly did intrigue him. He was curious how the Oomans had managed to creature such a perfect mixture of the two species. He sighed and sat beside A'kisha. She, thankfully, was asleep soundly, curled into a ball. What amazed him the most was that she seemed as if she did not need the directions of a n'yaka-de. He clamped his mandibles together in thought, chittering softly subconsciously. He hesitated but rest a clawed hand on her dome, his eyes widening slightly. It had a similar feeling to the full-blood Kiande Amedha yet, it was silky feeling. He huffed and ran a hand down the slight ridges of her body. It was a similar feeling but he thought that it was much stronger than it appeared to be. He lowered his gaze before setting his belonging on the ground near his bed. It was a long and tiring day and the yautja deserved some rest. So, he lied down, his back to A'kisha and swiftly fell into a deep slumber.
Seemingly seconds later, a loud crash awoke the two aliens and they jumped up. Bak'ub's mandibles flared out and A'kisha hissed threateningly. "Come." he snapped, grabbing his gear and rushing out to find an Ooman ship between the trees. "Pauk." He snarled and ran up to a fellow clan member. "Bak'ub!" He turned his head to see Yeyin. "Take her away from here. Centanu wants her alive." Bak'ub snapped at his half-brother. He was determined to fight this along side his clan, not run like some little child. "Go!" Yeyin snarled, shoving Bak'ub before running off into the forest to protect their clan. Bak'ub huffed and snatched A'kisha's clawed hand, dragging her along as he ran. He wanted to fight, he wanted to sate that urge to destroy. He loved that feeling, the feeling of the hunt, the feeling of the fight. He was upset, incredibly upset but what could he do? Yeyin was his senior and by clan tradition, he had to follow what he said. A'kisha hissed quite loudly, her tail smacking Bak'ub's back. He snarled at her and snapped his mandibles. "Enough!" He snarled and yanked her into the trees. He had this area where there was much game and enough hiding. He knew the technology of the oomans and his kind knew how to hide from such equipment.
Bak'ub shoved her through a cave entrance sometime later and squeezed in beside her. He revealed a door that matched the surroundings and moved inside. Once the door was shut, he sighed and sat there, looking around the room. It was more humid in said room and Ba'kub was quick to start perspiring. "Are you hurt?" A'kisha shook her head and sat there, her head down. He heard the distant rumbling and he snarled. Here he was, protecting something rather than fighting for his clan. It really wounded his pride. "Try to sleep." He muttered and moved to a darker corner of the room. "We will stay here for some time." He added, his mandibles chittering together. A'kisha made a small noise, gazing at Bak'ub. He huffed and looked away, setting his gear over in a corner, relaxing as the weight left his body. Suddenly, he felt something slide between his side and arm. Upon looking down, there lied A'kisha, semi-curled and pressing against him. He was hesitant but he eventually rest his hand on her head. His eyes trailed along her figure as she lied there and noticed something he hadn't before: She was covered in deep scars, indicating she was, indeed, tortured by the oomans. He fought back a snarl and looked closer at the crest of her dome, noticing a deep would. One that was old. A number tweleve was branded into her head and he flinched. Oomans were ruthless.