Rivers Run Deep

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i knoticed a few spelling errors after i posted, so this is a repost of chapter 25, with the errors removed. sorry all, happy hollidays.



Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 25



Huge was not the word to describe the ship they approached. Not even the space station they’d left a few days before, could compare to the size of this thing. Ver’On expertly piloted his damaged ship into the landing bay, following the direction of the deck hands where his landing pad was. Once down and locked, he shut down all the systems, had the deck crews connect the fuel hoses to siphon off the unused fuel, and instructed them to change the scrubbers on the atmospheric condensers. He helped El pack what little of her clothing she had left, then proceeded to the storage room, where his and Sol’s fresh kills were kept in refridgeration. Without thinking El followed, intent on helping.


What she got was far more than a surprise. She screamed as what appeared to be a human sized black bug, tried to move towards her. “WHAT!?” Sol gasped, as he reached for his dagger.
“Dear GOD I hope that thing is dead!” she stated flatly, desperately trying to regain her composure. Ver’On was there, a few skulls in his hand.


“It had better be dead,” Sol chided. “It will be a real fight to gut it, if it were not.”


“What is that thing? And what is that smell?”


“That,” Ver’On said with pride, looking over the 11 skulls he’d collected, and the six that Sol had added to his collection, which included the entire body of his last kill, “is the Kainde Amedha. And that smell, is the asid blood of the creature, attempting to eat through the containment unit the body is suspended in.”


“So these are those things that you went after, what scared your leg so badly?”


“Oh yes,” and he trilled at the thrill of his memory going back to the hunt.


“And they are quite the Pauk-des to kill,” stated Sol as he repositioned the carcus in the containmet unit.


“Watch your mouth youngling!” Ver’On warned. “She has not picked up any our curse words, and I am pleased that she does not curse at all. I won’t have her starting now!”


“That was a curse?” she asked. “I thought it sounded kind of cute.”


“Forget your innocent ears heard the phrase, and do not go looking for more.”


“Ok. I don’t like cursing anyway.”


“Good. Our people have picked up enough bad habits over the centuries, we don’t need to re-teach them to you.”


“I still can’t get over that,” she sighed, quickly stepping aside as Sol zipped the containment bag closed, and began to carry the beast out the door. “I’ll be old and grey, hardly able to form a sentence, and you’ll still by young and veral, chasing after females that will BE my age, but still young and beautiful.”


“Be still my mate,” he eased, threading his arm around her waist. “I will still make your scream, even then.” She gave a sudden shudder, remembering the ritual that he described they would go through. She was about to say something, when Sol returned for more of his trophies.


“There are females on the deck!” he practically screamed. “They are all ogling my prized trophy. You best get yours out there. There are a few that have asked about you.”


Ver’On nodded. “You best remain on board for a while. I must speak with the Elders. I cannot just bring you into the open without warning. I must secure your safety first. Else hunters, and females alike, will be aiming for your head.” She nodded, and left the storage area, taking a seat on the bedding form, as the two males paraded in and out of the ship with their kills.






Outside, the Elder Kire’Baa was there, haven been summoned by the Dock Master as to who the ship belonged to. Ver’On marched up to the elder, and bowed deeply. “I have returned Elder,” he said calmly. “My heart, is calmer now.”


“I will not tolerate you trying to kill anyone!” Kire’Baa stated, his voice gravely with his age. “You will choose a mate before this day has ended.”


“I have a mate Elder,” he said, “I had to travel far to find her. But I did. I thank you, for the wisdom you have shown by making me take the journey.”


“I pray that the Yautja that you chose knows what she’s getting into,” Kire’Baa chuckled, patting his Great Grandson’s shoulder.


“Of that we must speak.” Kire’Baa turned his head to the side, a question of why. “The mate I chose is a fine fighter, but she is not Yautja.” Kire’Baa growled slightly, and waved his hand to the rest of the gathered Elders, encouraging them to gather closely.


“Do explain, Ver’On. No hunter of our clan has ever taken a mate that is not Yautja.”


“She was the only one who could calm my heart,” he tried to explain. “She is resourceful, cunning, strong, when she wishes to be, and calming at all times. We fought, a grand battle, which I had recorded, and have proudly showed other hunters. If you do not grant me the right to keep her as my mate, I will leave, never to return.”


“You make strong testaments about this female. What race is she?”


Ver’On turned from one elder to the next, his eyes stern as he spoke. “If anyone harms her, I swear there shall be blood, the likes of which you have never seen.”


“Be still Ver’On,” Kire’Baa sighed, “you make it sound like you wish to bring an ooman aboard.” The elders all laughed, but as Ver’On did not pick up on the laughter, Kire’Baa turned to his grandson. “You didn’t…”


“Her name is El. She is ooman…and she is MINE.”


Kire’Baa’s mandibles twitched in agitation, to prevent him from striking Ver’On, he turned abruptly on his heel, growling for the Elders and Ver’On to follow. This was going to take a bit longer. Ver’On looked to Sol, who nodded. He would not let anyone on board the ship. He would protect his little ooman, until his return.






“HAS YOUR ABSENCE REMOVED YOU FROM YOUR MIND!!!!!!!!” Kire’Baa growled, barley allowing the council room doors to close behind him.


“No Elder, it has not.”


“Then what…tell me what…in the name of the Grand Founding Elders of our clan…has possessed you to take this thing to your bed!!!”


“View this,” and he held out the disk with the recording of the battle that El was in, as well as his own fight with her. “Try to understand, as I had come to understand. How she helped me…when no one here could.”


“Just because you were able to grieve with this ooman, does not mean that she deserves to be your mate!!! I EXPRESSLY FORBID IT!!!!!”


“Then I will leave,” he said, retracting his hand with the disk still in his palm. “It was agreeable to see you again great grandfather. I will speak well of you to my offspring.”


“Ver’On, wait…” he turned to the elder, several decades Kire’Baa’s junior. “Just because your Grand Sire refuses this, does not mean that he speaks for all of us. Show us the battle you speak of. If the rest of the Elders give a majority vote that she remain, then Kire’Baa will have no recourse but to allow it. He just doesn’t have to like it.”


He looked to the group of ten other elders, who all nodded. Kire’Baa took his seat at the head of the council room, a place he had held for as long as Ver’On could remember. Never in his life, had Kire’Baa been overruled. This would be tense if the council voted against him. But the alternative would have been worse.


If he left, where would he go? Even the ally clans would have doubts and trepidations of allowing him to join them with an ooman as a mate. He had to try. “Very well.” He adjusted the disk once more, and placed it on the council floor.






Sol made another pass at the bottom of the embarking ramp, once in a while he would go up and see if El needed anything. Each time she only said, “Ver’On.” The one thing any Yautja mate would need. She was quite calm, despite the loud roaring she’d heard earlier from the elders, and calmly waited for Ver’On to return, nor did she move towards the door, nor the con section with the open viewing shield. Sol turned his attention to the main doors, as Ver’On returned, with four council guards behind him. He just nodded to Sol, who stood aside, as the group headed up the ramp. He could hear the hisses and growls from the guards as their eyes came upon the female, but their orders were strict. Ensure her safe passage to the council chambers.


“Come,” Ver’On sighed, “The council wishes to see you.” She just nodded and followed him out, leaving her bag behind.


Two guards marched in front, Ver’On beside El, with Sol taking his place on her unguarded side, followed by the other two guards. Their pace was brisk, urgency in every step, and as she saw the shocked and hated looks form the other Yautja of the ship as they moved through the halls, she understood why. Had they delayed, there would surly be a fight.


As they approached the huge Council room doors, the two forward guards kept watch down the hall in both directions, as the two guards behind them, took positions to either side of the door. Sol accompanied the pair inside, to ensure the girl wasn’t going to be ambushed.


Inside, Sol observed the Elders, as they remained near Kire’Baa, but whispered between themselves as they regarded the tiny female before them. Sol, nodded to Ver’On, as he hung back slightly, as Ver’On and El took to the center of the room. “Honored Elders, of the Kesh Ma Hur Clan, this is El, MY’El,” he emphasized. “She is the one who I choose as a mate.”


One of the elders, the youngest, stepped forward, haven been selected to speak to the female. He made no mistake with his tone, as he barked his questions at her. She did jump slightly, but not enough to sway her from remaining where she stood.


“Ver’On claims you as a mate!” he nearly shouted. “What makes you believe you are worthy of him?”


“I don’t,” she replied calmly.


“Explain!”


She wasn’t’ quite sure what the huge male wanted. She then thought of her translator, removing it she looked it over. The lights were flashing madly. She put it back on, and turned to Ver’On. “Did he just ask me if I ever turned red?”


“VER’ON!”


“Her translator is still processing the words you spoke elder. The words were not understood.”


“That is no excuse!”


“Allow me, I will try again.” He turned to El, drawing her attention with his gestures as well as his words. “I have told them, I want you as my mate.”


“I got that part.”


“He wants to know if you think you are worth, or find value personally, of my selection.”


“He wants to know if I’m honored that you want me?”


“Yes, in a way. And why I should bother with you, should you not desire me.”


She looked to the elder, as he towered before her, just an arm span away. “I didn’t want any of my people, even to court me. I didn’t feel the understood what I was going through.”


“You are maturing. Your scent is enough to bring your ooman males to you.”


“Humans aren’t that way. They do not scent out a woman, as your kind does. Besides,” she held up her wrists. “When your first suitor tries to kill you, when you refuse his advances, you tend to be a bit shy over trying again.”


The male looked over the tiny scars on her wrists, scoffing at their insignificance. “Self destruction.”


“NOT!” she shouted, gaining the attention of all the Yautja in the room. “I was being courted, by a potential mate, you might say. He was older than I, he made advances. Advances I didn’t like, and refused. He drugged me, while unconscious, he cut my wrists to make it look like I tried to kill myself, then left me to die. My brother found me, he saved me. And ever since, he watched over me, making sure no one got the bright idea to make a pass at me that I didn’t want. My brother protected me from those who would not take no for an answer, or would not accept my refusal of their advances. He’s dead now, killed in a fire, along with my father, and mother, who was six months pregnant with twins.” The Yautja began to turn away, she shouted even louder to make sure he got her message. “I LOST MY ENTIRE FAMILY!!!! NO ONE COULD HELP ME!!! I COULDN’T EVEN GRIEVE!!! My family was murdered, the fire was arson, deliberately set. I didn’t realize just how badly I wanted the pain to go away, till the night I fought with four males who were older, stronger, and more experienced than I. I nearly killed them!! I drove off to a canyon, looking to kill myself, I beat the crap out of a law keeper to make sure I made it to the canyon! But at the last minute, I couldn’t do it. I stood there, on the cliff, looking at a hole in the ground, some 300 feet or more deep. A fall that would surly kill me.


“Then Ver’ON appeared. He challenged me. All I wanted was an end…I don’t even know why I fought him. But I’m glad I did. I tell you what I did that night, only from hearing about it from others, and from watching that replay Ver’On probably told you…because honestly, I only remember his eyes.” She turned to Ver’On, looking at his eyes in the dark. “I saw, gold eyes, deep, dark eyes. A sadness to them, empty, and cold. There was no reflection in them. I couldn’t see myself. And the more I looked at them, the more I realized…his eyes were just like mine. The same dark sadness, no light, no reflection…and I knew something had happened to him to make him that way, as something had happened to me.


“They say that if you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss stares back at you, well it did…for me at least. And I found myself crying, in the arms of someone who wasn’t human. Doctors, physiologists – if you don’t know what that means, they are people how help you sort out your problems in your head – as well as my friends, tried to help me. But no one could. Doctors say they care, but all they want to know is how fast can they patch you up and get you out, so they can get to the next pour sucker who may not live after they’re done with them. The head doctors, try to tie everything back to you wanting to sleep with or have sex with your mother or father, which is the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard in ALL my life. And my friends? Well, if they can’t make you feel better with a hamburger and a shopping trip, they give up.


“I was angry, I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t’ crying like a baby when my family was put in the ground. Why I had such a pain in my chest, when nothing would make it go away. If I truly cared about my family, wouldn’t I have at least cried? Even once? But I didn’t. Till I met him.” And she pointed to Ver’On, her eyes not leaving his for a second. “He fought me, he pushed me, and pushed, and pushed…he wanted to kill me yes, I know he did. And I’m grateful he didn’t. But because of him…I’m a better person…I’ve learned so much from him, in that one night, then I could ever learn from any of you in a life time.


“So forgive me Elder, if I feel that I should be less than a mate to him. He saved me…and there is nothing that I can say, or do to thank him for that. But if being his mate is what he wants, then so be it. I will gladly do that for him.”


“Will you die for him?” asked another, knowing she would hesitate. He was wrong.


“In less than a heartbeat, yes.” Ver’On stepped up to her, and traced her jaw line with his fingers, down to her neck. “Does this make any sense?” she asked. “I don’t want to be away from you. I was on that ship, alone, and I felt like I was going to die. The one question in my mind, kept running over and over. What if they refuse, and keep us apart. I wouldn’t be any better off, then when you found me.”


“You were fine on the station.”


“Because I kept myself busy. I talked to people, to get this thing to work, so that when you got back, we could talk, and I would know every word you spoke. Bendling would tell you, had he the time. I didn’t sleep, I hardly ate, I drove him up a wall, waiting for people to come to the commerce area. He even had to track me down a number of times as I would go and look for people to talk to. And when I was alone, when he wasn’t looking, I would sit, my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth, remembering that night, and your arms around me. It was the only way I stayed sane. I was lost without you. Now if you want to kill me for being that sappy, please do. Cause I think my teeth are gona fall out from it being so sweet.”


Even Ver’On understood that bit of humor, and laughed, threading his arms around her, and pulling her close. “Decide, Elders. Either way, I’m keeping her.”


The Elders gathered around Kire’Baa, the oldest one’s growls plainly heard around the room. El, just put her cheek to Ver’On’s chest plate, he’d dressed for battle before they arrived, though she didn’t quite understand at the time why, now she did. If they decided not to accept her, they would have to fight their way out. Ver’On gently took her hand, and made it rest on the hilt of a blade on his thy. She gently nodded, knowing that she would have to use it, if a fight came. Ver’On turned to Sol, still standing back and to the side, nodding to the young blood, that he would have to stand down if he was to remain an ally of his clan. Sol shook his head no. He would fight by his mentor’s side. Ver’On stretched his mandibles in gratitude. At least he’d have one ally.