The History of Tomorrow

The History of Tomorrow

Ooman, 1. Yautja, 0.

Authors Note: Alright, I will go on with this story for now but that may mean that one story is updated more then the other. I am going to post a few chapters of this, so if you like it, say it or it will simply go away. But if I do keep it, I will never show favoritism because ‘The Ripple of a Stone’ is my baby. ‘The History of Tomorrow’ I guess is its cousin. I am going to try and get as many chapters for this one out because I have so much of it ready in my head that I just need to get it out. Alright, down to brass taxes here. I do not own Predator, no money earned, excreta. Now! I will be using some names between the two stories (but not connection between the two characters), and some information, like things I have made up in the Yautja world and how Yautja see like us. So if you must, read ‘The Ripple of a Stone’ to get the gist. But if you don’t want to, you’re missing out! Warning time. This story will get steamy and fast (With in four chapters). So be afraid! If depictions of sexual intercourse and/or murder/death are not something you wish to read, then this is not your story. Go away. But if you are turned on by the Yautja, just as I am, read on my fellow ‘Xenophilia’ people. Read on!

E.M.

Kella woke up as any other day. Her room was whiter then snow and she loved it. While every other person would have a bed and a nightstand, even desks or what ever, Kella only had her bed which was set right in the middle of her large room. Too many times before she would wake to someone in her room, trying to kill her for something she did or rape her because they crossed her open window. But she killed them all with ease and then went back to sleep to clean the mess in the morning. That night however was a peaceful one. Her fluffy white bed linens were extremely comfy, and her pillow…Oh she loved her pillow. Her house was robbed once, but not a lot was taken, and she spent days searching for whom ever did it, just to get her pillow back. She never locked the doors any more. Never closed the windows because she had never met another Ooman she couldn’t handle. So she never worried about someone trying to get into her house, she didn’t have a lot they would like anyways. It was full of her weapons, her armor and nothing else. Well, you can count the food but that doesn’t matter.

“I don’t want to get up yet!” Kella hisses to the alarm clock that had yet to stop. But with one swift swipe of the hand, the clock stops its annoying shrieking and Kella sighs in relief. Somehow she knew today was going to be a good day. The morning was beautiful as she walks by the window, she steps out onto the small trance in her white underwear and snug black tank top to wave good morning to the five old men that were always there playing aged games, chess is the favorite this month. Last month it was go fish. She slowly walks into her white bathroom and starts to brush her teeth.

“Good morning Kella.” The Automated voice calls out.

“Mrnmon.” She says with a nice glob of toothpaste froth falling down her chin.

“The current conditions are good. The temperature for today will have a high of 31 degrees and a low of 14 degrees tonight.” When the cities were rebuilt, the Yautja built them with their own materials. Everything was done to the highest standards, well, their standards, but living was good. But there was one giant draw back. They still hunted when they wished. It only took one Unblood or Young Blood with to much to prove and wipe of a whole block. But they never let it go to far. The Arbitrators were always watching, seeing over their kin when they hunt. But one thing that still innerves her is there Chivas. A ritual where Kainde Amedha are used to test the Unblood, to be sure they can be called Yautja and are given the title of Young Blood. They, however, are not done on any main land. They are done on some far off island where they can be controlled. Once, a very long time ago, Kella actually saw a Kainde Amedha head and she was envious. They looked like the most challenging pray and she wished to go hunt them, but she was Ooman. She would never be allowed to.

“Any messages?” Kella asks the voice named Ken, after Barbie and Ken because the voice was so strong and masculine and yet, girly.

“Four messages. Do you wish to hear them?”

“Yes.” She barks.

“Message one: Kella honey, its Aunt Ellen, we had some trouble yesterday at the shop with some kids from the Beta District. They said they would be by the shop today and I am worried. So when you get this can you please drop by. Maybe when they see you they will think twice. But besides that…HOW ARE YOU?” Kella smiles at her Aunts strange ability to switch from fear to happiness in a split second, but that’s who she is. “I hope you had a good morning, I know they are tough for you. Our family are not morning people. So grab a coffee and head over. I’ll be waiting!” Her Aunt sings.

“Delete.” Kella says. Once she was finished with brushing her teeth, washing her face and yawning again, she heads over to her closet to pick out today’s clothing.

“Message deleted. Message two: Hey Kella, its James. Listen, I think we need to talk. I don’t think we can keep seeing each other. I hope we can still be friends. Bye.” Kella snickers as her current boyfriend, well…ex-boyfriend now, broke it off with her. It was going fine until she told him about her mark, about her family and the Elder. And then, well, you heard the message. But she didn’t care. She goes through so many men these days that she could hardly remember this ones name.

“Delete.” Kella opens her closet doors and is met with the current stupid fashions. When the Yautja came here, the world still kept its fashion but as the years went on, the Oomans took Yautja style as a precedent and now, they dress like them. She pulls on a small pair of white underwear and slips it on before attaching a long, white, ankle length loincloth that only covers about five inches of her front and ten at her back. The sides of her legs were showing, but she didn’t mind. It showed off her muscular form.

“Message deleted. Message three: Kella you punk, why weren’t you at Blade last night? The club was amazing! Until some asshole Yautja came in and decided to skin one of the bouncers. But what ever! You should have been there. Call me sweetie.” Kella sighs at her friends’ voice. Mercedes was a very strange girl to say the least. She actually thinks that some Yautja are attractive. She might as well go out and pauk a crab, no Yautja would lay a hand on an Ooman that way. She takes a small bikini style bra, white in color, and snugly fits her breasts in to their home for the day. Kella then puts on a white long sleeve shirt but the back was cut out and the front dipped low to show some cleavage. But the shirt was tight enough to show all of her muscles, the odd ripple of muscles along her stomach and arms. She didn’t really come into a feminine form until much later in life. She bloomed like a flower in summer once she hit puberty. She grew to a tall five foot seven and came into a true Ooman female figure. Wide hips, a shapely waist and a pair of amazing boobs, at least she thinks so. Some of the guys in her district think she’s too muscular, but she doesn’t give a shit. One wrong word from them and they were dead.

“Delete”

“Message deleted. Message four: I don’t know who this is but you listen to me bitch!” Kella stops what she was doing, which was walking back into her room, and listens to an unfamiliar voice. “The Alpha and Beta Districts are my turf now, you will abide by my law now. Or else I will pauk-de carve my name, ‘The White Dragon’ into your skin. You got that you pauk-de whore!” Seems she had someone else to kill. Today is going to be a good day.

“Delete.”

“Message deleted.” Kella walks into her room and makes the bed before leaving. As she walks out, she goes down to the main floor and into the other bed room where she kept everything that should be in a room. The large desk, full of her business records for her families shop, was the largest thing in the room. She walks and sits at her makeup desk and sighs at the reflection. Her shoulder length dark red hair, the color of dried blood, had a bad case of bed head and her blue eyes seemed dull. She hasn’t had her coffee yet. The swiftly combs her hair tame, well almost, it still goes into it’s ’almost there’ waves. She decides not to do anything to it today. It’s just a ‘let it hang’ say. While on some days she would glam up and wear a pound of makeup, she didn’t feel like it today. So Kella went for a simple necklace that hung down on her back with a small white charm on the end.

“Ken.” She calls out.

“Yes.” He answers.

“Please tell me that we have coffee…” Kella whines.

“No coffee in pantry.” He says coldly. She will have to go to a shop to get one. No matter. Kella takes one last look in the mirror and smiles as she looks at a small picture that was taped to the corner. It was of her and her mother. She looked just like her. Red hair and blue eyes. But their personalities are polar opposites. Anya was kind, gentle and would never kill another. It’s ironic that her inability to kill is what allowed her to be killed. Some gang from the Beta District wanted to have the metal work her family is known for and tired to steal it all. They ended up killing Anya, and that was it. Kella killed them all of course. Not one lived to go into their thirties.

Kella quickly left her other room and started for the door. She straps on a nice pair of white shoes that laced up like old roman shoes and did them tightly so they didn’t unravel. She was just about out the door when she remembered that her Aunts message and ran to her armory room in the basement. Kella turns on the light and smiles at her arsenal. Old Ooman weapons were there just for show. Old ‘guns’ as they were called were shown off in glass boxed and ancient weapons were protected by a think glass wall. The ones she will use today though were the best she could get. Some we actually made by her family. And some were Yautja. She knew to never use any Yautja weapons while there were in the city, she would be killed instantly for using their weapons. But they weren’t due for weeks so she decided to go Yautja today. Kella wraps a belt around her waist loosely and places on two long daggers, a whip that took years to learn how to use right, two shurikens and some metal line used by the Yautja to hoist up bodies. She also grabs a small white eye mask as she leaves. The sun is sometimes too much so a thick piece of leather, died white, with slits for her eyes would help her if she needs to go after someone today.


“Good morning Kella.” Old man Heller yells from across the street. Kella respectfully bows to them, in true Yautja form, and says good morning back. It was only a short walk to the main street in her neighborhood. Here was where the shops were located and the one she was going to first was the coffee shop. She had a craving for old fashioned today, with cream and sugar. Kella stopped noticing the stares she got as she walks to get her fix, she was used to it. Everyone was still on the whole ‘she was marked by the Elder’ thing and now it was getting old. The people at the coffee shop however were used to her, they didn’t mind her coming in now and then. That just meant if they had any trouble with gangs, she would help. Kella always offered help to local business if she was in contact with them. And today, the owner of the shop was glad to see her.

“Kella, hello!” He bellows. Mr. Marks, the owners, was as fat as a walrus but as smart as a fox.

“Hello to you too. How is business?” Kella says as a server gets her order ready.

“Fine. Fine. Just fine.” Kella sighs as gives him a tired look. “Some punk has taken over the Beta District circle and thinks he can come here and ordered us to pay for ‘protection’. He is doing this to everyone, his name is,”

“The White Dragon.” Kella says before him. “I got a message from him this morning, and he didn’t sound to happy. Don’t worry Mr. Marks. You won’t have to worry about him to much longer.” Mr. Marks respectfully nods to her then gets back to work. The trip to her shop was almost uneventful. Some people would nods to her and some would cross the street to get away from her. But Kella smiles large when she sees a group of small children start running at her. She quickly places her coffee in the ledge of a building and readies herself for an attack. Mrs. Shell, the nursery teacher, was walking her kids too class when they spotted her. They loved her so much, they didn’t seem to care about the Elder or any of the things people say. All nine of them lunge at her and cling to her as she says hello to each and every one, but one was missing. With a quick glance, Kella found Tiffany walking sadly behind her teacher, crying her little eyes and sniffing. Kella asks the kids that were attached to her to let her go and they do so without question.

“Kella…” Tiffany sniffs.

“Oh sweetie, what’s wrong?” Kella ask as she plops herself onto the ground, allowing Tiffany to climb onto her and hug her.

“I had a bad dream…” Tiffany cries.

“Oh you did!” Kella over exaggerates her surprise for her. “What about?”

“A Yautja was running after me…”

“Oh no. I tell you what, if you have a dream like that again, you should just turn around to him and say ‘Hi Yautja, I’d like to be your friend’.”

“Will that work?” Tiffany asks while whipping away her tears.

“Well I don’t know, but if it doesn’t you will wake up and then you can try it again next time. I doubt any Yautja would be able to withstand you!” Kella starts to tickle her mercilessly and Tiffany screams and shrieks in laughter. “I have to go guys” She stands tall and lets Tiffany go. “But I will see you later, ok?” All the kids unanimously beg her to and she waves good bye to them as she picks up her coffee. Her shop wasn’t to far away now, she could already smell the burring wood from the heaters as she walks closer and closer. But she didn’t hear what she should be. Usually her Aunt would be singing, she was always singing in the mornings.

Some thing is wrong.

Kella drops her coffee and dashes to her shop. The door to the steal gray building was ajar and she could make out muffled cries. She runs in to her shop, growling as she does and she was met with four men, one holding down her Aunt, another with her Uncle and knife point and two were stuffing the metal work into a bag. Within an instant, Kella opens a shuriken and expertly flings it at the man holding her Uncle. Before the gang guy could do a thing, his head was cut off at his ear and his dead body drops to the floor. But the weapon didn’t stop there. It bounces off the wall and heads right for one of the guys who was stealing and hits him square in the chest. Usually it would have gone right through him, but it had ricocheted from the wall, loosing momentum and now it was stuck in him. But Kella didn’t care. She already charged the one holding her Aunt down and slams herself into him. Together they crash into a wall, and the guy screams in pain as Kella starts to punch and kick him. She twists her body around until he was on the ground, belly down as she was on top his back. And with on quick twist, Kella breaks his neck.

“Kella…The last one is getting away!” Her Uncle Shane yells at her. Kella was off the dead body in a second and as she runs out, she grabs her weapon from the one guys chest and pulls it from his bloody body. Kella runs out of her shop but stops as she gets out. She can see the last guy running with a bag of her family goods but she just waited for a moment. Kella takes a deep breath and with one hand places on her white eye mask she took with her. The sun was abnormally bright today and she was thankful she brought it. It covered her eyes wonderfully, it covered her face from over her brows to the mid of her nose. You can’t even see her eyes unless you look up from below her. The blood from the shuriken was dripping on the ground, the soft trickle sound was oddly soothing to her as she waits for just a moment longer.

And then she was off.

The crowd parts for her as she runs. They knew not to get in the way of Kella when she was like this, but every now and then someone stupid would think they didn’t need to and she would crash into them, she would be fine, but they always had something broken. She would concentrate on the person in front of her, the one she was after and today it was a gang member. He was a skinhead, his head balder then a newborns ass. He was wearing a black leather vest with a picture of a white dragon on the back, I wonder who he’s from… this guy didn’t wear a loincloth though, he was wearing old style leather pants that were slowing him down. The guy takes a sharp corner, but Kella was quick to compensate. She had lost count of how many turns this guy made, and so she didn’t know where she was headed.

But by the last turn, she was close enough to get her whip out and get him. Kella grabs hold of her metal whip from her side and lets the long lace string out and fall to the ground. Something caught her eyes though, the guy was headed to the end of the street they were on and if he gets here, then she might loose him. And so desperately, Kella heaves the whip at him just as he reaches the end of the street. But he kept going forwards, and not to the side like Kella expected, and so, the whip wrapped around his neck just as he reached the middle of the street. Kella yanks it back, and the noose around his neck tightens to make him bleed and he falls backwards from the pull. Kella was swift in pulling the guy to her by way of the metal whip. She straddles his chest and with her shuriken in hand, she mercifully ends the gang members’ life by slitting his throat in one move. Kella unenthusiastically unravels the loop around the guys’ neck and winds her whip back up before placing in back onto her hip. She takes the bag at the guys side and looks through it to find allot of expensive merchandise that could get a good trade value when sold. Sighing, she stands up and shakes her head at the scene. The kid must have been around fifteen, he should be in school but he’s in a gang and odds are, he was a drug addict. Drugs are their own currency around here, but since Kella became the ruling authority, the Alpha District was clean. But this guy, this ‘White Dragon’ wants to get in on it.

Kellas heart sinks as she finally notices the red petals from a rose scattered on the ground. This can only mean on thing, the Yautja are in the city. And she was once again, on the ‘M-di H'chak’ street. But maybe they weren’t here yet. The city wasn’t ready for them to come yet, they must have just told them to get ready and maybe they weren’t landed yet.

But her hopes die when she hears a hiss from her right.

Kella slowly stands straighter then an arrow and freezes when she hears someone growl at her. Little by little, she turns her head to the sound and from what she saw, she would have gladly died that day so many years ago. There before her were at least fifty Yautja, all males and all staring at her too intently. They were all outfitted in black Awu’asa, so she never noticed the Elder in the middle of the crowd. What she was looking at now was the shuriken in her hand, and the large group of about ten Yautja stalking towards her.

“C’jit.” Kella whispers to herself. She had to get out of there and now. She couldn’t be caught with Yautja weapons, no way, no how! Kella speedily closes the shuriken and places in into her belt. And with a devious smile, Kella runs back down the street from where she came.


Earlier that day…

Elder Rhd couldn’t get the days events out of his head. He had heard from his first son who is also his second in power that some Unblood decided to go into the Alpha District of the Ooman city called Acropolis and had gone on an unauthorized hunt. Skinning a male and then leaving. The Unblood is still in the district though, he had found out that the Elder knew of his hunt and hide from them. Trying to keep from getting into trouble but all that has done is make Elder Rhd even more heated. They had already informed the local District office of their arrival and should be landing on the entry street any moment.

“Elder Rhd.” His second and son, Aja, calls for him. “We have landed and are ready to leave the ship.” The Elder gives him an acknowledging nod and turns to leave. He felt that today was going to be a good day, hunting an Unblood recently turned Bad Blood makes his blood pulse with anticipation. Together they walk the black halls of the ship until the reach the hunters’ bay. They had a team of the fifty best hunters to track down this Bad Blood.

It was going to be a good day indeed.

“I don’t have preference if this male is brought back dead or alive. I just wish for his head. Whether is it attached to a breathing body, that is up to who finds him.” Elder Rhd tells the team going in to hunt. There were separated into five teams of ten. The Elder would be going on his own, just for kicks.

The door opens to fall to the ground to make a ramp and everyone gracefully walks down. Elder was of course in front, with his second behind him and the others in single file in lines of ten. But one line had only nine, this being Ajas’ group. The entry street, which the Oomans humorously call ‘M-di H'chak’, is where all Yautja coming to see the city would walk on to enter the city. The tops of the governing office were waiting for them at the side of the street, they bow to them as they walk by and Elder Rhd nods to them in response. As the tradition goes, the Yautja group would walk to the end of the short street and kneel down before a statue of Paya. The Great Warrior. And ask for good fortune in the hunt.

But today was a little different.

They were less then a hundred feet from Paya when an Ooman male runs out of an adjoining street and right before them. Elder Rhd was about to run at him, to kill him for walking on the road when a long length of metal rope comes out of no where and wraps itself around the males throat. In an instant, the male was down, bleeding from the noose, and was being dragged back. The entire group stops to watch as he gets dragged by the metal rope and when it stops they see an Ooman female, covered in white with her face sheltered by a mask, straddle the male and kill him quickly, with one of their weapons.

“Aja.” The Elder barks. But Aja was already going for her with his team. He and the other nine starts to walk to the female but she seemed to not know of where she was, she was preoccupied with a bag. Only when she stood did Aja hiss to get her attention. The female slowly turns to him, he cannot see her eyes as they were covered, but he knew the sly smile that crept to form by her strange mouth. In a speedy move, the female closes the shuriken and twists down the road she just came from. “Get her!” The Elder roars.

He didn’t need to say it twice.

Aja and his group were off faster then you could say ‘Pyode Amedha’. The female was fast, but not fast enough. The group of ten was closing in on her but Aja knew not to simply run behind her. He motions with his hands for a few of males to go down bordering streets and then cut her off. Two go in each direction, leaving six to keep behind the female. She hadn’t looked back once, but she knew they were still there.

Kella was feeling exhilarated, and running on pure adrenaline, she runs with the Yautja foot steps behind her. But then she heard some move off, not good. She didn’t have time to look back at how many were there so she decides to make a move and turns to her right down the familiar street in this neighborhood. Some of the Yautja behind her hiss at the move, and Kella giggles a little when she hears a few of them trip on the sandy ground and fall. She takes another right, but it was a bad mistake. There were two Yautja running at her and she was blank on what to do. The pair in front of her roar at her with all they had and Kella could feel that jolt of fear climb her spin again. She can’t get caught, she had to much to do to die today. Kella could do the only thing that came to her and she starts to do cartwheels, one after the other until she finally got enough momentum to jump off with all the strength in her legs, propelling herself over the running Yautja.

Those behind her were stunned, those in front, were pissed. They had let the female through and now they were headed for their own. Thankfully though, they were ready for the incoming Yautja and quickly jump out of the way just incase they couldn’t slow down fast enough and hit someone of the group running behind her. But as Kella fell to the ground, she heard at least one of the Yautja she jumped over hit someone else and she had to hold down laughter as she starts running again. Before she knew it, the ‘M-di H'chak’ was just a head of her. If she could just get through that street then she can go ‘the long way around’ to get home. And can lose these guys in a flash. She just needs to get to the other side of the street and she would be home free!

The first few rose petals squish beneath her shoes and she nearly slips from the flower. Kella accidentally squeaks from the almost fatal fall, and those hunters that weren’t following her turn just in time to see her run by. It felt like she was running in slow motion. Kellas head turns to the remaining group as she sprints, and every single one hisses in surprise to see her again. Kella just had to smile, she just had to! But that made them mad and few more join the chase as she disappears into an alley.

“C’jit. C’jit. C’jit.” Kella whispers. She went down the wrong road and it was a dead end. But not all was lost. The Yautja were a few meters behind her and she had time to climb. With her speed, Kella uses the walls as spring boards, jumping off one another until she was high enough to grab hold of the roof and pull herself up. She jumps onto the level top and sighs, but her rest cost her. The horrible crunching sounds from the Yautja and their claws were an eerie reminder that she was being chased by them. In a heart beat, Kella was off again. Running on the roofs of the families she protected and here she was, sprinting away with who knows how many Yautja behind her. For a moment, Kella wondered about the sound she and the Yautja were making to those home. Probably like a herd of Elephants jumping on their house!

“Half of you jump down to track her on ground level!” Aja roars to his following. And instantly, about half hop off and run through the city streets to follow. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, this female was out running them on tricks and skill. In a straight line, she would have been dead already. But this female is smart. Not only had she expertly handled Yautja weapon, but she has proved to have to ability to elude them all. Including himself. Aja is not one to take kindly to Oomans, period. The first time he ever came to this pathetic planet he was a Young Blood. And that was hundreds of years ago by Ooman years. And since then, Aja has only held contempt for the species. They only took this planet because of the ‘intelligent’ life. All other Yautja occupied Planets have animal life, nothing close to Oomans. And so they are the best pray. But they disgust him. They are weak, useless, and pitiful.

Maybe not this one however.

The only way that Kella was keeping ahead of them all was her knowledge of the city. To know exactly where to go to lose a few of them at a time and slowly but surely, a Yautja was dropping at each roof. Kella kept jumping, from one roof to the next and every time she kept going, she heard less and less pairs of feet behind her.

Until there was only one.

Kella had already gone around the Alpha District boundaries once and now she was heading back around to the large group from where this guy came from. Maybe if he gets close to them he will think it best to let me go. Because it is smart to let pray go, to give them a security to think they are safe. But Kella knew that. And she would use it. Maybe her father was right in keeping her hidden. She was bound to do something stupid like this and she just had to do it with fifty pauk-de male Yautja on the street, right? Pauk, she is so stupid. But all she has to worry about now if the one behind her. Well, she thought that’s all she had to worry about when her eyes see that the direction she was headed, the main highway. C’jit. Eight lanes of traffic and there was no other way around. If she turned, he would be there. Even if she changed her heading, the Yautja would get her. But how the hell is she to cross the traffic? And then an idea hit her, the old traffic lights. Kella starts unraveling the hanging string from her side and ties three separate lassos that she can use.

Aja knew something was up when the female started fussing as she ran. He was the only one left, some males were too tired to continue and some he ordered to follow her on ground again. If she thinks she is safe because she only has one following her, she is dead wrong. And when he catches her, she’s dead. But gods she was fast, and relentless. Aja couldn’t help but look at the female as they jump from building top to building top. Oomans are such a strange species. Their females are small, sometimes frail and weak. But this one…This one is different. Not only was her body unlike other Ooman females, but she moved differently too. Aja watched her odd shaped body twist and tumble in the air as she jumped over a few males. Her peculiar frame made him want to see just what the female could do. She was oddly dressed in all white, making her Ooman blood hair stand out amazingly. But she was not all that strange to him anymore. She already proved that she could kill an Ooman without another thought, she can run, jump and move like no other Ooman. But there was also something else he wanted to know, but he wouldn’t let the thought even enter his mind. Aja growls to himself as he sees the female coil a lone rope…What is she doing?

Kella saw her chance, she was close to the edge of the last building that boarders the highway and all she had to do was aim right and pray that the noose goes around on traffic light, and from there, she can swing to the other side. But there was one major problem. Actually two. For one thing, the metal is definitely going to cut her hands as she grabs them. And for another, the Yautja behind her was close enough that if he wished, he could jump along with her and also take hold of the rope. But she couldn’t think that way. Kella knew that it was either that or death. Death by the Yautja or by being killed from the fall. Either way, she had to do it.

The edge of the building was just a few steps away and Kella readied her first lasso. She starts to swing it to make the hole go around in a circle, to be able to throw it at the light and tie to it. But the Yautja was to close and he kept running. Kella tosses the rope just as her foot get onto the ledge and with all she had, she jumps. In mid air, the lasso gets it mark and tightens around an over hanging light and Kella firms her grip on the line.

Aja wasn’t thinking right, he should have known what the female was going to do. He should have looked ahead of them to see what was coming but no. He lost his concentration and looks what’s come of it. Ajas stomach fell when his last step was the ledge of the building and his eyes didn’t connect with another one. What he saw was the female in mid air, the line attached to a metal overhang and nothing beneath him. He had to think fast. He was either going to drop, jump for what ever he could, or lunge with the female to where ever she was going. He went with the latter. Ajas immensely powerful legs pump with all of his strength and he extends his arms to mimic the female and he wasn’t disappointed when he caught the rope.

Kella was however. She had just gotten a good grip on the line when she felt another weight below her. A quick glance down and she lost her breath.

It was him.

The one with the temper problem that roared at her that day so many years ago.

It was him.

She would never forget his mask. She would never forget the terrifying look of him. He was undoubtedly younger then the high Elder, but he was just as tall and large. His skin was a mixture of honey gold, brown and white spots…Just like the Elder. But he was different too. His tresses were a lot longer, but as to how long, Kella couldn’t tell at this angle. She could only look down at his mask, which was blacker then night, and terrifying.

Aja on the other hand didn’t know what to think of his view. Oomans had taken a cue from Yautja fashions and had started to wear loincloths and such. And right now, he was looking right up to her butt. Aja smirks under his mask at this odd angle, but soon laughs when he sees her face. Her mouth was wide in surprise that he came along for the ride and now, she was starting to move up the swinging line. The noose was holding nicely, but with the added weight of himself, the line was swinging back and forth. One moment it would be close to the building again, and in the other it would be over the bustling traffic. But the female kept moving. In long, calculated jumps, the female starts to climb the rope and Aja was right behind her. But just as he was gaining force, he felt something warn and slimy on his hands. A quick look and he found tell tail Ooman blood. His guess was that the metal line, used to hoist dead pray, was cutting into the females hands. Oomans have weak skin…

Nevertheless Kella kept going. Thrusting with her feet and grabbing with her hands. She had made it half way up the line when she realized she didn’t have the time to get her next one ready, if she took another second the Yautja would be on her, and that wouldn’t be good. And so she did the only thing that she could. Kella takes out one of her knifes and stops moving. Menacingly, Kella turns back down to the approaching Yautja and gives him a very evil smile. But suddenly, he stops.

What is she doing? Oh C’jit!

Aja couldn’t make another move as he watches the female lift her legs and move one arm down with a knife in hand to the rope. But she doesn’t cut it at first. What was she waiting for? Why doesn’t she just cut it? Aja wouldn’t just let her cut it, he couldn’t let her. With one last effort, Aja tries to grab her by the cuff of her shirt before she cut the line. But he didn’t have to wait any longer. Just as his hand reached her skin, the female slices the rope with one swift tug and he was going down. Aja didn’t get a good grip on her, but he got her! He fingers unintentionally caught onto something that hung from her neck causing it to snap and his sharp inch long claws entered her skin at the small of her back. Aja was going down and going down hard. At first he thought that he as falling straight down, into the traffic but he was falling at an angle. He looks down as he falls at an unbelievable speed, but he sees the barrier to the traffic lane end, and then he hit it.

The wall.

With a hardened ‘ump’ Ajas back slams into the wall of the building he just leapt from and he slides awkwardly down and flops onto the ground.

Kella, once the Yautja was off, was quick in getting another noose ready for the second set of lights. Her hands were burning and her muscles her tensing from holding her own weight for so long, but she had to hold on a little longer. Kella starts to swing the length of rope as she did before and hurls it to catch the light once more. The moment it caught on, Kella was gone from the shortened rope, swinging with the new one. But even with the span of the new line, she couldn’t reach the other buildings yet. And so she had to do it once more.

Aja had to shake his head as he brushes off the hard landing. He gets up just in time to see the female swing to the last pole. That’s what she was doing. Ingenious! Swing across. But something was wrong with the picture. The female was swinging too hard as she went for the last building. Aja zooms in on the picture to get a better view and he watches the female ride the line above the ledge of the roof, at least five meters above it, and let go. He quickly switches to heat signature to watch as her red form falls roughly to the roof top. But why had she waited? She held the knife at the line for at least three or four seconds, but why? What was she waiting for? His landing! If she had cut it when she had the chance, he would have landed in the middle of the Ooman lane, she waited for the swing on the line so he would be propelled to safety. Away from the traffic…But why? Why should she care where he landed? Did she not want to see him hurt? Strange things the Oomans are. Willing to insure the safety of someone who is going to kill them. Strange…

Kella wasn’t really thinking about why she waited, about why she didn’t want to see that male hurt, she just didn’t want to have his life on her back. But the second she was on the roof, she rested there for a moment, letting the stinging from where the Yautja had scratched her slowly fad away. Her landing helped in forgetting the pain though. She had over shot the swing and was punished for it. Kella is going to have road burn from the roof for weeks. But she was safe from them, for now. Groaning, Kella slips off her white leather mask and wipes her eyes of sweat. Slowly though her breathing goes back to normal and she stands with great agony. What ever the Yautja did to her back is horrible. Kella tires to look at it but she cant twist enough, so she goes for touching it. Bad move. Instantly her wounds screams at her hand to go away, and she finds it completely covered in her blood, well… even more so after the line had cut in. Perfect. It’s just another cut to fix when she gets home. When a sudden and unexpected burning starts around her neck, Kella remembers that the pauk-de Yautja following her took her charm necklace! THAT PUCK-DE! She runs to the edge of the roof at looks for him, only to find him already staring at her. With her bloodied hand, Kella shows him her favorite expression in sign language.

What the pauk was that sign she gave him? Aja had to switch back to normal vision to see that she had a bloody hand up and she was sticking her middle finger at him. What does it mean? For what seemed like forever Aja was looking at her hand, and then he noticed she had taken off her mask.

C’jit.

Before Aja could inhale again, the female was gone, running to where ever she wished, but he will find her. It’s going to be easy now that he has seen her face. He knows who see is now, but because of that, he has to stop. But his group doesn’t know who she is. They must be nearing the Ooman lanes any moment, he needs to COM them to tell them to stop and now!

“Aja to all attending pursuit of the female, stop immediately and get back to the entry way.” He roars. Aja ends the COM before any could speak, he didn’t feel like arguing about chasing the female. He had no choice now. Now that he knew who she was. And Elder Rhd is not going to be happy. In fact, he might be. He might be pleased to know about that female, to know she still lives. Aja however feels the complete opposite. He was just about to turn and leave when something on the ground glistens from the sun. Aja slowly bends his knees to pick up the strange string the female had on her neck that he had caught with his hands. He grasps it with his large hands and lets the small white charm that hung from a cord of linked metal twist and turn from his movements. It was a strange jewel in the shape of a tear drop and the sacred color of Paya, pearl white. The female likes white. Her robes were all white, including her shoes and now this. Aja will never understand the Ooman preference for color. Its just color for Payas sake! He shakes his head in pure frustration with her and starts back to the Elder. His father has some explaining to do…


“Aja.” Elder Rhd barks in surprise to see him, and not the female. “Where is she?”

“Gone.” Aja bluntly barks. He and his group, including those who joined in after the female crossed the path again, had come back empty handed and those who were waiting for them including his father, laughed at them for not having her.

“You let the female get away?” Elder Rhd thrills in laughter. His son was clearly angry about it and he just wished to rub it in before the hunt.

“Not I father. YOU!” Aja hisses while walking up to his father. The Elder instantly hisses in anger for being shown such disrespect, even from his son, it didn’t matter.

“Get to your meaning fast boy!” Elder Rhd roars.

“Do you remember six season ago, when an Ooman female pup fell from hitting your leg?” Aja asks innocently, the Elder didn’t wish to play games today though and growls at him to get on with it. “Well, that was her, she’s back.”


Authors Note: So…You like? Because I will simply take this story off both ff .net and aff. net if I don’t get some type of response. Good or bad! I’ll keep doing it if you hate it because I love pissing of people. And I’ll keep doing it if you love it. Just tell me! I know I am sounding desperate but I just need to know if I am going to continue.

A special thanks to…

On ff .net : Prairiefire, ben revell, mau'indi, and swift hunter.
On aff .net: shortest_warrior, Bee, Cara, Narranasa, Kehlan, and chancelor22.

Pronunciations

Rhd Red
Aja Ah Jah