An Unlikely Companionship

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Inside the Temple.


Looking from the scientist, Doc, to the soldier, Don, Yu'ja tilted her head to the side. Did all 'oomans' have similar sounding names. Not that it really concerned her. As the soldier motioned to herself and her sisters, she looked around at those that had survived. Her clan would mourn their efforts, as all were prime mothering age. But none would see it as a grave loss, it was their way of life after all.

Yu'ja tried to think of the word to explain who they were. Without giving away to much information. But both of the humans would probably be dead by the time they left the temple at the end of the day.

With slow speak, she said a few words. "Yautja....warriors...clan." She had no idea if they would understand her at all, but warriors and clan were long since learned words. She remembered the stories of past hunts on this world.

Moving over to pick up one of the dead creatures, she examined it. They were old breeds, probably set in hibernation with the Queen.

"Kiande amedha...." Her words flowed, it was their term. But since she knew he would not understand that, she tried to pronounce the human word. "Zee-noo-moor-ff."

Dropping the carcass, she moved over to one of the nets, again watching the creatures that waited beyond it. Should she begin the countdown, or attempt to put the Queen back into hibernation, along with rid the temple of the xenomorphs that had already been released.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 2 .50 Desert Eagles, XM29 OICW with 20mm HE grenades, 6 grenades, 1 flashbang, 3 claymores
Location: Temple Chamber

He shifted his gun to his back, adjusting it to fit next to the "trophy" lashed to his back. Hefting the light claive, he stood next to the scientist

"Doc, I'm running low on ammunition, so I will not really be able to stay at your side all the time. If you see those white creatures that looks like spiders, then cover your face. I will do my best to help you as fast as possible, if you hear a scurrying sound above you, don't look up, tell me about it"

That is what he hated about non-combatants, they could not be counted on to defend themselves no matter how big the threat to their own lives. He suppressed a sigh and waited for Yu'ja to deactivate the net she had placed

 

[DormantEvil]

[Jump forward]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Queens Chambers

They had arrived after fighting their way through the tunnels down to the Queens Chamber to find her still partially shackled. Yu'ja wondered if the human would run seeing the size of her, but ignored him for the most part as she started up the hibernation process again. They had fought off several xenomorphs waiting for the blue electricity to once again send the beast to her slumber. But halfway through one of the creatures used it's own acidic blood to begin freeing the other bindings. Eating away at the chains. Putting her back to sleep wasn't an option. So instead, Yu'ja had moved quickly to set up a trap. Her remaining sisters distracting the Queen whilst the human did his own thing. It wasn't until her sisters lay dead that the Queen turned her attention to the flanking Yu'ja. Perhaps she hated the yautja more than the small human. Maybe it was just a blood vendetta.


Either way, Yu'ja snarled and welcomed the fight. It would be quite a worthy death.

She had been in the midst of running up rise in the room and jumping for the Queens neck when automatic fire had hit home. The Queen got hold of the Yautja and tossed her harshly into the stone walls, before finally succumbing to the lead slowly blasting away at it's spine.

The Queen died, half on and half off the tethers that had held her for hundreds, if not thousands of years.

Coughing up yellow ooze, Yu'ja rolled over onto her back. The yellow slowly dripping through the bottom of her mask. She felt like several ribs had snapped. But pulled herself up into a sitting position. Her breathes wheezy. Some of the cords filtering her air had snapped, reducing the efficiency. But she could breath enough. Looking over, the doctor and her sisters lay dead. The human the only other survivor.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle, XM29 OICW with 20mm HE grenades
Location: Queen's Chamber

He unloaded the last clip into the massive Xenomorph's spine, some of the bullets ricocheting the others punching into her, slowing her down, making her slump in her bounds. He flipped the firing selector and fired the last of his HE Grenades into the bloody mess and dove for cover. The loud explosion ripped the alien apart, sending blood and parts flying. Donovan looked out from behind his cover, the alien was dead, with half of it's body blown away, it just had no other choice really. He got up from where he was hiding from the corrosive blood and looked to find Yu'ja looking at him. He slung the now empty weapon onto his back and walked over to her. He could see blood dripping from her mask and he found that he felt a kinship with her. She had lost more than him here, she had lost her clan members. He looked around the chamber and then back at her.

"You are going to destroy this place,"

It was more a statement than a question, because he knew her kind would not leave something like this behind.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Queens Chambers


After taking a few moments, she growled, dragging herself to her feet. To be helped by the weak, if not brave human would be shameful. Even after completing her task, kind of.

Walking over to the corpse of the creature, she cut a portion of its tough hide out. A signature piece. It would be to show the clan that the Queen was dead. Unfortunately. Raising her arm, she took back her glaive. Slipping it onto her back into it's holder.

Nodding her head at the humans question, Yu'ja slowly made her way towards the control panel she had initiated earlier. Typing in a few digits, she pulled open a slot on the side of her wrist mounted device. Slipping the crystal that was extracted into a port within the stone. It flashed for a moment, before beginning to blink once every second. Her wrist mount beeped along with it.

They had about ten minutes.

Moving up towards the surface they were now able to skip the chambers, and take a direct access tunnel straight up. It was steep, but the alternative to not getting out wasn't pleasant. Once at the surface, she dialed up her drop ship. The engines backing itself out of the spot it had stopped in, and with a rumble it raised up into the air before moving over to her location. Lowering the door opened, and she moved up the ramp. Looking back, she watched the human for a second. And then when it seemed she would just leave, she waved her arm.

He could not outrun the blast radius if left behind.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle, XM29 OICW with 20mm HE grenades
Location: Excavation area

It was a pity, the boys at home would probably have loved to get their hands on just one piece of the technology. He watched as she boarded her craft, motioning him to join her. He followed her, by now he knew that he could trust her, she proved that over and over again during their battles down in the temple. He looked around him, there was a chamber, with different heads mounted on it. There was no head like the one he still had on his back, the armor that saved his life when a xenomorph tail would have skewered him like a horse on a pole arm. He removed the head from his back and found that there was an open hook on the wall. He hooked the head on the hook and stood back to admire the trophies. These girls played for keeps, he was glad that he didn't meet up with their males or that he was on their bad side.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Drop Ship


Making her way through the ship to the flight controls, Yu'ja took the helm and quickly took them out of blast radius. Swinging the craft around after initiating their cloaking device. Bringing up a scanner, she quickly checked the surrounding area for traces of xenomorph activity. However nothing bigger than a small rodent showed up.

The last few seconds started to tick down, and the beeping began to get a little more sped up. Turning around, Yu'ja wondered where the human had got to. And went in search of him. The beeping finally reaching it's last few beeps as she rounded the corner to see the new trophy on her wall.

Had he just done what she thought he had? Added his trophy to the clan wall. Tilting her head, she looked back and forth between the trophies and him. Then, with a final 'humph' she moved up and sniffed at him.

Yes, he carried the scent of an adult male. The first requirement. He had slain the creature himself. Second requirement. Third was a little harder for him to fulfil. But it wasn't the first time a human had been accepted. If they respected the warrior code, protected the clan, and had passed the right of passage then there was little species wise stopping them.

Surviving the other males fighting for pick of females would prove difficult. But that time would come.

Moving over to a window, she looked down as the temple exploded. A ball of bluish light enveloping the entire area and burning a massive crater through the jungle. The ground collapsing in. Burying everything.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle, XM29 OICW with 20mm HE grenades
Location: Drop ship

He watched as she sniffed him and frowned, what on Earth was she up to? He followed her as she stood at one of the ports. He joined her and saw the temple blowing up in a blue fireball. When the dust settled nothing was left, he looked at her then down at the ground. It was done, now would she drop him off somewhere, kill him or take him home as a guinea pig? He knew that he didn't have any weapons and that she could overpower him if push came to shove. He didn't say or do anything, just waited for her next action.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Drop Ship


Leading him through the ship with a wave of her hand, she came to a sort of laboratory set up. A small room, and injected herself with a chip. Before passing him the same apparatus to inject himself. The neck was where she had done it. It contained one of the translator bugs. And would scramble and unscramble different alien languages. It helped in the more populated parts of the galaxy. Although the Yautja avoided them most of the time.

"Speak, and I will understand. We speak same now."

She explained whilst removing several clasps on her mask. The hissing sound as the gases escaped could be heard as she placed the metal plate on a bench. Turning around, the light green skin that covered her face was much different to her kind. It looked human, but there were ridges across her brow that showed a more alien bone structure. She was a hybrid.

Her mother had been a trophy, in a way. From one of the less warrior species the Yautja had met. Humanoid, and fair. Her father had been full blood Yautja. And she was the product of both. Her cheek bones were high, and spiked under the skin as well. And she had a dotted pattern up her neck different to the white central torso and stomach line.




((Closest I could find...just imagine spikes and ridges. http://t1.***********/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTinTC8aIWmR1CPsHNsDefDg8riGRLz_HqRV3GaylT-PWwxW2BeyA&t=1))

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle, XM29 OICW with 20mm HE grenades
Location: Drop ship

He inspected the gadget she handed him, while crude in design the science of it was far ahead of anything they had. He injected himself, placing the apparatus back on the table. He faced her and got another shock, she didn't look like the others, but much more...human.

"You look different from the others"

Well duh obviously

"What is your plans now?"

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Drop Ship


Grunting at his comment about her appearance, it brought back memories of her attempted exile as a child. Of the trials she had to undertake to prove her strength, honor and ability to defend the clan. For her youth she had been outcast and ridiculed, but that had made her strong. Stronger than the other females, because they were accepted. Fought over. Mated with if chosen. But she had been left. So fighting was her calling. Acceptance had been a long journey. She was older than her female counterparts when her status had finally been granted. Most would have been sent on their first hunt as teenagers, but it was only in her adult years that they had finally allowed her to take part.

But they had soon realized that her strength was not only physical, but mental as well. Her mothers traits showed through in her cunning and planning. In her ability to think beyond the hunt, to pick her prey wisely, to use strategy.

In all the hunts she had brought home the most substantial trophy. Every time they had slowly accepted her more and more. Now she fought to gain breeding status, and to take alpha female rank. Where she belonged.

"I am different, my mother was foreign. But I am stronger and smarter...better."

The answer seemed to show her confidence, her pride.

The plan? Well, he had placed his first trophy on the clan wall. He had initiated the process of acceptance. He would have to face the council. But did he know this?

"Why do you, human, try joining my clan?"

She stepped closer to him, as if sizing him up.

"You placed your trophy, my clan sees this as a way of asking permission to be considered an adult. A warrior. Part of our clan. To fight for us. Breed with us. Make us stronger. Only the best survive the trials."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle, XM29 OICW with 20mm HE grenades
Location: Drop ship

He calmly looked at her, even if inside he felt like kicking himself.

"I thought it to be proper to mount the head of your and my enemy along with the rest you have killed."

A cold smile touched his lips,

"I may not be as strong or tough as you or even your males, but I do not care to look Death in the eye and spit in it's eye. That is why they send me on suicide missions, I get the job done."

He looked into her eyes,

"And if you fight the Xenomorphs, I will fight and I will kill them."

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Drop Ship


Laughing loudly, Yu'ja showed outward enjoyment from his answers. Her body language indicated that his mentality was similar to that of her clan, if he could kill, and could pass the trials then he would fit in well. Of course as a human, like herself, he would not be accepted for probably five years or more. But as a human, getting in the drop ship was a big honor.

"Then you shall die, either as yourself now, or as part of the clan. A warriors death."

Removing her weapons she placed them into their wall spots, before putting her broken plasma caster into a repair booth.

Turning towards the doorway, she headed past the human. He would probably want quarters, although the drop ship only had a couple of spare rooms. Taking him down to where she slept, a door slid sideways and opened. Revealing the small cramped room. It was simple, but had everything a humanoid species would need.

"Sleep. It will be many days before we reach the docking ship, and many more before it travels to my world. There, you shall speak with my elders. There, if you are judged worthy you may begin your rite of passage."

Leaving him, she went across the hallway to her own room. Entered it, and began to remove the armor that would need to be cleaned. Underneath she wore only the thin mesh, and a loin cloth at the front. Very rarely did she remove her armor, so there was no need for more undergarments.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle, XM29 OICW with 20mm HE grenades
Location: Drop ship

He had seen smaller quarters before, hell he lived in a smaller apartment, this was actually all he needed for sleep. He headed back and placed his empty rifle and still loaded pistol with the ammunition on an empty bench. This was a strange culture and then he saw the disc and he stood closer to look at it.

"Fascinating, wonder how sharp it is?"

He didn't even move to touch it, from what he gathered he did not want to touch these weapons without permission, smiling to himself he inspected the other weapons, they were clearly made to use as hunting tools and he had seen the damage that they could do when wielded properly. After his inspection he moved to the quarters assigned to him and laid down on the bed, looking up at the roof.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Drop Ship


This human was intriguing, and something made her wonder just how he would fight in an unarmed match. You could tell a lot about a partner by wrestling. But that would have to wait for quite a while. Sitting down, she removed the thin mesh that covered her upper body. Intent on properly disinfecting the wounds she had sustained. Grunting as she peeled some of the flesh open to inspect for infection she could tell there was none yet. Good. Removing the mesh completely she headed to a small cut out with a opaque screen around it. A shower cubicle. Her body was covered in dirt which once under the rather cold stream of water dissolved and ran away down the drain. Soon the neon green blood that was caked on was scrubbed off, floating away as well. She groaned whenever her largish fingers probed the wound. Pulling debris away, and flicking any smaller bits of rock or grit out.

There seemed to be one shard of rock planted deeper into her shoulder. And as her fingers pushed in she let out a cry of pain. But soon the shard was dropped to the floor, too large for the water to carry away.

Turning off the flow of water, high pressure air started to dry her off. And soon she stepped out from behind the screen to find an undamaged mesh bodysuit hanging from the storage the room offered.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle, XM29 OICW with 20mm HE grenades
Location: Drop ship

The cry brought him to his feet, it sounded a lot like a cry of pain, silently sneaking out of his quarters he started to follow the corridor down which the sound had come. They were the only two supposed to be on the ship, but those xenomorphs seemed quite adapt at hiding, so he was ready for almost anything. He peeked into each room, found it empty and when he peeked into her room, he had to admit that it was something he wasn't ready for. She stood there stark naked, looking for what would be clothing. He ducked back after taking in the wounds on her and thought that she must have been cleaning the wounds and that made her cry out. Shaking his head he walked back to his quarters as silently as he could.

 

[DeathsKnight]

-poke bump-

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Drop Ship


After slipping into the mesh body suit she put her armor into a cleaning chamber, before moving out into the hallway of the ship. She could tell from the human scent in this part of the ship that he had been around not long ago. But as to why he was there she couldn't tell that there was anything wrong. Perhaps it was her cry of pain, or he was simply just curious. Either way, Yu'ja was equally curious.

Finding her way to his room, she entered without much notice. The door hissing as it slid open. Moving inside, she looked around for him.

She was dry now, and the thin mesh suit covered her private regions with a silver fabric, whilst her arms, legs, stomach and back were open to the criss cross sections that simply held the other fabric in place. The Yautja were good at temperature regulation, and very rarely needed to wear excess layers for the cold. They did however prefer humid regions though. Hence why the ship was kept at a nice toasty jungle temperature.

"Hungry?" she asked.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle
Location: Drop ship

At her question he realized that he was hungry, but if he looked at her blood and build the best thing he could hope for was some sort of edible meat.

"I would appreciate something to eat, it has been a long time since I ate, but I have a feeling you knew that already."

He got up out of his bed, he left his rifle leaning against the wall, but his pistol and it's ammunition remained on him.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Drop Ship


With a low chuckle, Yu'ja waved for him to follow her and they went to where meals could be ordered. It was a machine, with many different buttons on it. She pulled open a cupboard and removed a bowl, before putting it under the nozzle of the machine. Pressing a button two pieces of meat dropped down, before a hot steaming liquid was poured over the top. The meat instantly seemed to soak up the liquid and plump up. Lastly, she pressed a second button and a piece of what could be flat bread dropped down. Although this was a high protein based bread more than a carbohydrate one.

Stepping aside, she sat down at a small table, and started to dip bread into the stock. Before scooping it into her mouth and chewing slowly. Watching him, she wondered what he would press. Knowing he probably didn't understand her written language. But she had chosen something as edible for him as she guessed, if he wanted the safe option of copying her choice.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle
Location: Drop ship

He looked at the markings and then at the food she was eating, it really looked edible.

"I got to learn how to read these."

He took a bowl and made the same selection as she did, he sat at the table and tasted the food. For something that came out of a machine it tasted surprisingly good, he continued to eat.

"Have all the elders these "translators" in them? I fear that I will not be able to speak fluent alien when I get there."

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Drop Ship


Huffing, Yu'ja thought him amusing, but instead decided to be the helpful alien...which now technically he was, and answered his question. "Most, but not all. Many will treat you as unworthy of our dialect. Others will find you interesting enough to study. Most will not befriend you, as they will not trust you until after your right of passage has been completed."

Finishing up her meal, she pushed her bowl away slowly and rested on one elbow, watching him.

"If an elder pushes you, you bow as low as you can manage. If another clansman pushes, then you have the right to push back. They are simple rules. Elders have earned respect of everyone, even before I was born. Everyone else fights for dominance, and those who don't are left behind. You could say we don't have a 'diplomatic' or 'non-hostile' ranking system. But it is as it always has been, and we require only the strongest to lead us."

Standing up, Yu'ja moved away for a while before returning with another smaller bowl filled with liquid. It was pure water, and she placed one of the vessels before him, and drank the other one herself. Sitting down again.

"I've effectively completed my mission, surviving my sisters who also fought for the title I may now claim. Matriarch of my sisters and mothers. It is a protectorate role, as not all of my kind will reproduce...I won't until I have earned that right by defending the birth mothers, and my sisters in training. For the most part, you and I do not mix. Males stay with males, females stay with females. It is as it always has been to protect our numbers."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle
Location: Drop ship

"So I will be fighting the moment I step from the ship,"

he chuckled,

"Not much difference from how I grew up. Just in my case, I fought to protect those smaller and weaker than me, not to be a leader."

He took a sip of the water, found it drinkable and drank it while he ate,

"Your system is an interesting one, do you fear to have too many Yuatja and through that bring on a civil war, when groups of the same breed and culture fight among themselves?"

He finished his meal,

"Also what you said we call xenomorphs, it was very obvious from the writing on the temple walls that your kind was there when they were placed in the temple, what is your history with them?"

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Yu'ja Mae'ka'jo
Age: 150
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 370 lbs

Appearance: http://e621.net/data/sample/89/13/8913306e255dee6fcdf754ac7be9d35d.jpg

Weapons: Wrist blades, plasma caster, whip, glaive (twin head, spinning staff).

Location: Drop Ship


Thinking for a moment, Yu'ja smiled as he defined his existance before. Fighting to protect those weaker was her job, fighting to become the strongest would be his from then on. By so he would protect the clan in said civil wars, and against the plethora of enemies that stalked the universe. There was a balance to everything. Sacrifice, dedication and honorable death were among their highest honors.

"There are many clans, each fighting for dominance, but that fighting aids in keeping our numbers under control. The males fight to determine dominance, and the females live relatively unharmed during such disturbances. Survival of the species is above all else, dominance occurs alongside that, without putting it at risk. We exist in the millions, but even our youngest can fight, we prefer a stong yet small population over you weak and over extended ones."

Looking over at him, she knew he would probably fail the tests. They required more than just projectile weapons. And most of them were unarmed combat. He had speed though, perhaps that would do.

"We came across that species thousands of years ago, before your species existed in more than small tribes. We took over your world, building the temples as training grounds in exchange for your planet falling under our protection from the more warlike species you will learn about. Once every ten years our newest warriors would be sent into the temple, where many of your people were sacrificed to the Queens eggs to produce prey for our younglings to hunt. It was part of their right. But as the creatures spread throughout the galaxy less of our temples could be maintained and we eventually pulled out of this solar system. Your people soon changed, and forgot about us, and the temples lay dormant."

Chuckling to herself, she smiled. "It was only when we recieved the signal that a temple had been activated that we investigated. That temple had a strong Queen, capable of reinhabiting your world if left unchecked. For all our warlike appearances, we clean up our own messes."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Donovan Gray

Name: Donovan Gray
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 380 pounds
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray
Weapons: 1 .50 Desert Eagle
Location: Drop ship

He chuckled,

"You are the gods? The ones that came from the sky, took human sacrifices and hunted unspeakable monsters."

He shook his head,

"You were not completely forgotten, just got replaced that is all."

He finished his meal,

"So I will have to fight all the time, until I reach as far as I can go. Do we fight to the death with such trials?"

He realized that he have accepted that he will become one of a clan, without any strong resistance from himself. That was not normal, hell it was just wrong period. Why would he want to join some alien culture if he was revered for his skills as human?