River Falls

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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River Falls Book 4



Chapter 6



Kal secured the controls of the ship, the docking bay techs would ensure a proper shut down. He inspected the pieces in the back, making sure the porters knew both not to damage anything, and not to enter his quarters before he got there.


Quickly he made his way through the ship, but stopped at the sound of females laughing. It was late, why would they still be in a common lounge? He looked in to see a young Yautja girl and his young Ooman son, playing a balance game across the furniture. He grunted in greeting to the females. They trilled back.


“Spirit Walker!!” Sam yelled excitedly, and leapt from the furniture into his arms.


“You’re up late,” he said, catching the boy.


“Mom’s cleaning the rooms. She kept getting a rash, said it was caused by dust.”


“And you were under foot?”


“That’s what she said. So I came with Zeesha to play. That’s ok, right?”


“Yes. But now it is late, time for all to go to sleep.”


“Oh! Do I have to?”


Kal laughed. “Yes, my boy, you must. Just as I. Good night females.”


The females trilled at him as he left, then gathered themselves and left. “Mom will be happy you’re back.”


“I am happy I’m back as well. We must stop and see Elder Ver’On. Your mother was concerned of his mate.”


“You mean the lady?”


“Yes. Shall we? I believe Sa’ton would have released her by now. She should be back in her quarters with her mates and offspring.”


“Yeah. I want to see if I have baby brothers or sisters.”


Kal chuckled. “Family bonds yes, but not brother or sister.”


“Why not?”


“Because EL is not my mate,” he sighed, then smiled. “Your mother is. Would you like siblings?” The boy just looked at him, adjusting his breathing mask. “Brothers and sisters…” He stated.


“Oh . Yes, lots. Can you do that? I love having J-on as my brother, and his brother is a lot of fun. And Fer’aza…”


“Yes…yes, yes,” he chuckled, “I see your point. I will do my best, but understand they may be a while in coming. And when they do…”


“They’ll be small and helpless, and all they’ll do is eat, poop, sleep, and cry…” Kal looked at the boy. “Kids at school used to complain about their new brothers or sisters. But I don’t see what the bid deal is…I’ll be the big brother…that alone is really great.”


“So it is my son, so it is.” He paused in the hall at a door, and knelt down, before pressing the chime. “I must be careful. Ver’On and M’Pa will be very protective. As long as they see me as non-threatening, we should be alright.” Sam nodded and the door opened.


Ver’On growled low, and Sam jumped on to Kal’s back. “He won’t hurt anyone!” Sam huffed. “I’ll hold him down!” Kal was surprised that Ver’On chuckled along with him, which helped to lesson the tension.


“What do you want?” Ver’On asked.


“I have information for you and your mates. May I enter?”


Ver’On nodded. “El is resting with the babies…”


“Boys or girls?” Sam asked from Kal’s shoulder. As the male remained bent over to be sure Ver’On knew he meant no harm.


“Ver’On?” El called. “Show them in. It’s alright.” M’Pa growled gently and shook his head, but waved the male with his Ooman son still on his back, to the door of the bedroom.


He was quite pleased with what he saw. M’Pa had moved to a distance half way between the door and the bed, and El sat elegantly wrapped in the sheets, with both her mate’s combi staffs at her side, and a wrist mount plasma blaster in her hands. The babies were behind El, all quietly sleeping. “Hello Kal. Did Tyler make it back ok?”


“Yes, Elder’s mate,” he said, again kneeling on the floor. “He also sends a message.”


“Oh?”


“Don’t forget to write?” he stated, not really sure if the statement meant anything seriously significant.


El smiled. “I’ll see if a warrior or two would be willing to deliver it for me. Thank you, Kal. It means a lot to me that he’s safe and back where he is most at home.”


“He did say that you…or any of us may call on him should we need help.” M’Pa and Ver’On scoffed at such a notion. Kal nodded in agreement. “I also retrieved your translator, should you need it further.”


“Well that’s good to know, and thank you, but I don’t think I’ll be needing it any more. Give it to your new mate. She’ll need it more than I. I understand that the others have already made arrangements with other hunters to get the devices when they visit the station, should they not get there be for too long.”


“Did you have boys or girls?” Sam asked, unable to wait any longer.


El laughed. “Three boys, little man.”


“Can I see ‘em?”


El looked to her mates, they nodded that it was alright. “Go gently little one,” Kal whispered, and watched carefully as he passed the two fathers. Sam crawled up on the bed, and smiled, as El introduced their – cousin – to them.


“What information do you have that you would risk both you and your son coming here now?” Ver’On asked.


“I believe I know how the bad blood got past you both,” he stated gently, so El would not hear. “He dug a hole in the ground a the base of the hill on your cliff. I even had a bit of trouble locating it, had it not been for the Ooman – Tyler,” he glanced once more to be sure El was distracted. “The Ooman know the bad bloods hunting tactics. Without his input, even my ship’s sensors would have missed the camaflauged depression. He was there all along. He just waited till El was feeling secure and at ease to make his move.”


M’Pa looked at Kal and his line of sight. “What interest do you still have in our mate?” he growled.


“None, I assure you. But what I’ve just said would upset her. I wanted to be sure she wasn’t listening. She’s tricky that way. My son is also with her and some females may not like older offspring near their newborns for very long.”


Ver’On grunted. Kal’s body gave no indication that he wanted El, but his concern for the boy was well justified. He left Kal and leaned over the bed, picking up Sam, then deposited him in front of Kal. “Time to go small one,” he said, and Kal picked him up, rising to his full height. “Thank you for the information, we’ll be sure to have you teach it to the unbloods at the proper time.”


“Thank you, Elder. Good night.” The door secured behind him, Kal made his way back to the lift. “You are tired?” he asked of Sam as he yawned and laced his arms around his neck.


“A little. Can I ask you something?” Kal nodded. “Why does every one call you Kal? Your name is Spirit Walker, right?”


“No. Spirit Walker is an ancient term for my kind. My name is Kal-esh. Does that suit you?”


“No,” he replied laying his head to his shoulder. “I like father better.” Kal purred as he held the boy. His new family was complete.


When he arrived back at his quarters, Sam had fallen straight to sleep. The porters were waiting outside with the items he’d collected. When he opened the door, he found his new mate asleep on the lounger. After he put Sam to bed, he took Aubrey to his room, leaving the porters to set up the table and chairs and leave.






When she woke she could hear the water running in the shower, she smiled and pulled she sheets round her. Quickly checking her air tank, seeing it had been charged in her sleep, she went over to the bathroom door, open of course. “About time you came back,” she said, hoping Kal would see she wanted more than just to be teased by steamed glass. She smiled at the crack along one side of the stall. The repair crews had said it would be a while before it could be replaced. Something about manufacturing the right components to get the thickness and strength right. She remembered how perplexed they were to find it was cracked in the first place.


“MOM!!!” Sam yelled from the next room. “MOM!!! COME QUICK!!!”


Aubrey grabbed a huge knife from the belt of Kal’s combat attire, and burst through the door. The knife quickly dropped to the floor, as she saw what her son was shouting about. A damp hand thread across her shoulders, as the smell of fresh water on skin reached her nose.


“How…? How did you do this?” she asked, not able to keep her eyes off the glean of the polished table top, as her son inspected each of the chairs. “How could you have known?”


Kal purred into her neck. “I watched over you, remember. I learned many things. And our son was able to tell me many secrets that aided in my quest for your heart.”


“Our son?” she asked.


“Dad!! This is great!!”


“Dad…?” Kal reached out and took Sam off the floor. “You called him dad?”


“Yeah,” he replied. “That’s ok, isn’t it?”


Aubrey looked at her son, so comfortable in the arms of this strange alien. The alien that could do all that her late husband had done to her, and much more. ‘I’ll send someone for you,’ she remembered he said once. It meant more now, than any other time. She smiled.


“Yes,” she replied. “It’s ok. You don’t mind?” she asked of Kal.


Kal hugged his son, and reached out for his new mate. “Males of our kind, do not believe that a female’s previously born young not his responsibility when he takes her as a mate. When a male takes a mate, he is telling the clan that he is taking the responsibility of your well being, your young, and your happiness, upon himself. It is a bad president that he does not take the current young as his own. It states to the clan he cannot handle the added responsibility of fatherhood, and the female could leave him if this happens. By taking you as my mate, I take your son as my own. This is my honor.”


Aubrey smiled, running her hand along the underside of his mandibles. “And I’m happy that you have me and my son.”


“Oh man, mom, get a room…” Sam laughed. Kal chuckled as well, and put the boy down.


“Morning meal is upon us, and I for one am hungry. Go, dress yourselves. We’ll go eat.” Sam bounded off happily, while Aubrey couldn’t take her eyes off the table set, as she backed towards the bedroom. Kal waited for the doors to both rooms to close, before gently smiling, and heading off for his room.


The towel he wore secured around his hips could easily be discarded, while the sheet that Aubrey wore would be quickly replaced by the cleaning staff. He sealed the bedroom door behind him. He’d only bee a few minutes anyway.






Three days later, El was up and around, walking with Ver’On and M’Pa back tot eh med bay. “Tell me again what he’s gona do to my kids?” Ver’On chuckled as the med bay doors opened.


“Sa’ton and Ter’Oth would best explain that,” he said as he made sure the baby he held was comfortable in his arms.


El sighed, always those two, there had to be more healers in the clan. Then she noticed Sa’ton giving instructions to one of the human girls that came back with the young bloods. Karen, if she remembered right. The girl nodded and headed off to the lab area. El smiled to Sa’ton. “She’s busy,” she said.


Sa’ton grunted. “She’s picked up our written language very fast. She’s working her way through texts to become my new – ”


“OUR – ” Ter’Oth corrected.


“Fine, fine. Our, new assistant.”


“Wow. What happened to your last?”


“Gone on a hunt, may not be back for a while.” Sa’ton statd as he looked over Hur’On. “He’s gotten bigger.”


“They all have,” M’Pa stated, proudly holding Pa’Rain. El insisted on carrying Ty’Ver-a herself.


“Tell me again what you’re gona do to them?” she asked of Sa’ton, as Ter’Oth began laying out needles and medicine.


“We’re going to register their DNA in our computers. Normally it takes an Ooman baby months to have its own blood type sorted out after its birth…”


“Weeks, Sa’ton,” Karen called from the lab. “A few weeks, not months.”


Sa’ton grumbled. “Your lessons female!”


“Yeah, yeah.”


El just laughed. “Anyway, the Yautja blood is not so slow…”


“Well even newborns can have a paternity test don to establish who the father is, and that takes DNA.”


“Yes, but why traumatize them further. Being born is hard enough for them.”


“For them or for mom?”


Sa’ton just chuckled as Ter’Oth began reaching for Hur’On. M’Pa hissed slightly, flaring his mandibles. “Now, now, M’Pa,” Sa’ton interrupted, before the two fathers could come to blows. “He’s not going to hurt him.” M’Pa stood his ground.


“I think you better just do…whatever, while Ver’On holds him,” El suggested. Ter’Oth nodded and set to work.


“This will not only confirm their sire,” Sa’ton continued, as he opened a computer program for new registries. “Bt I will also register with our clan his DNA. So later no matter what happened, even the smallest amount of genetic material can be use to Register a death form a hunt.” He saw El hold tight to her smallest baby, while moving closer to the one M’Pa held, glancing at the one in Ver’On’s grasp as well. “It’s a precaution, El, please, not to worry. Unbloods are not sent on hunts until they are well trained and tested. And with fathers like these two, I’ve no doubt even the arbiters will have their hands full in a fight.”


El turned to a monitor over Sa’ton’s shoulder, as an image of her, not very flattering either, and one of Ver’On flashed onto the screen. Sa’ton went to work.


“And what will be this one’s name?”


“His name is Hur’On,” Ver’On stated proudly. Sa’ton just looked at El shaking his head.


“Alright. Hur’On is now registered in our system. That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” El carefully inspected her son’s arm, where the needles had been inserted. Tiny drops of off red blood were wiped away, and little Hur’On never cried. She smiled and kissed his little head. Ter’Oth repeated the same procedure on Pa’Rain. He fussed a little and hissed even worse as M’Pa tried to calm him. Ver’On and M’Pa both began purring to him as his huffs turned to all out screams. He calmed, the two satisfied that their idea worked. Both purring at the same time, would tell the little one both big males would keep him safe. Ver’On hoped in time M’Pa would be able to purr to all their sons and they would settle. They were using the same tactic on Ty’Ver-a, so he would be happy with Ver’On.


An alarm sounded on the console and words scrolled quickly across the screen. “What is it?” M’Pa asked. Quickly.


“The DNA of this one is coming up as Hur’On. But why?”


“Identical twins have identical DNA,” El stated. “It was how a set of triplets almost got away with murder in Florida.”


“Then how do we tell them apart?” Ver’On asked.


“Well, Hur’On has darker markings than Pa’Rain, and Ty has nearly no markings at all.”


“I meant by their blood.”


“Simple,” Sa’ton stated, selecting a container of clear liquid. “We give each one a different synthetic cell. A marker in their blood if you will.” He pressed a couple of buttons and handed Ter’Oth the liquid. “The cell will tell us which one they are.” Again Pa’Rain fussed and cried, their fathers’ purrs doing nothing to sooth him.


“His name is Pa’Rain.”


“Good.” Ter’Oth finished with Pa’Rain, and turned to El and her smallest baby.


“He’s next,” he said softly. El nodded and pulled his light blanket away from his arm.


“I’m sorry sweetie,” she soothed, “but it has to be done.”


Ter’Oth cleansed the skin and pressed the tool to his arm. There was a click like a spring on a ball point pen, let go. The medicine went into Ty’s little body, as a tiny amount of his blood was taken out. Ty’s feet kicked, his little face all tensed, his tiny toothless mandibles flared, before he promptly vomited, violently onto Ter’Oth’s hands.


El quickly wiped his face and sat him up, his unpleased screams strong from his cleared mouth. “Well,” El sighed. “That’ll teach me to feed him before a doctor’s visit.”


Ter’Oth chuckled as he checked the end of his medical tool. All was clean, none of the vomit got into the workings. “Does he do that often?” he asked, handing the blood to Sa’ton.


“Only when he’s upset,” she said, laying the screaming baby over her shoulder, cooing to him as best she could, as her mates began to purr.


Ter’Oth nodded and set to work with the synthetic cell injection, but before he could administer the shot, another alert came from Sa’ton’s console.


“What’s wrong?” Ver’On asked, as he saw the message different from the last time.


Sa’ton looked over the screen and set the buttons to a new task. Again the alert sounded. “It doesn’t make sense,” he mumbled, though with Ver’On so close he could hear.


“What doesn’t make sense?”


Sa’ton took a deep breath. “The test says that you are not this child’s father.”


“Well that’s wrong,” El laughed, as little Ty tried to bite her ear, a signal he took that he was hungry.


“El is right,” Ver’On said, as she turned away from them to nurse her son, laying the blanket over her shoulder to hide herself form strangers. “El and I mated for offspring. M’Pa was there, he made sure no one else touched her.”


“Are you sure?” Sa’ton asked, carefully going over the info. “You were the only one who mated her.”


“I mated her,” M’Pa spat. “Are you suggesting that El would disgrace herself by allowing a strange male to mount her?”


Sa’ton shook his head. “No…let me run one more test. Then we’ll know for sure what’s happened.”


“Are you calling me a lire?!” Little Rain started to cry.


“M’Pa calm down. It’s just a machine…”


“But El…”


“Rain needs you,” she whispered, and M’Pa quickly shifted his focus. “Do it Sa’ton, but know if you accuse me once more, I’ll hurt you in the slowest, most painful way imaginable. Do we understand each other?”


“Quite, but if what I suspect is true, you’ll be more than happy.” He chuckled as her son smacked his gums along his mother’s skin, something he looked forward to hearing his next child would do to his mate. He turned his attention back to the screen as the results came in. again El’s image showed on the screen, while the image of the child’s father appeared on the other side, though it wasn’t Ver’On.


“IMPOSSIBLE!!” M’Pa shouted, practically dropping Pa’Rain in the arms of a Nurser.


“But true,” Sa’ton answered. “This test does not lie. M’Pa…that child is yours.”


M’Pa’s heart thudded in his chest like a breaking storm. “No,” he gasped. “I mated her…yes…but I was Kadji, I was forbidden to seed her!”


“And you didn’t,” Ver’on confirmed. “I watched. Remember?”


M’Pa nodded. “But…” they turned to El as she fixed her dress to cover herself. “That’s not to say he didn’t…leak.” Everyone looked at her, their expressions all the same. ‘What are you talking about?’ “O come on,” she laughed. “Have any of you actual watched the sauce on your place at dinner? It’s thick, and runny, and when you tip your plate not all of it runs off at the same time.”


“El, that’s the most…”


“Sensable explanation I’ve heard,” Sa’ton stated, halting M’Pa’s words before they could get him into trouble. “M’Pa, not all a male’s seed is released in the first few pulses. It continues to release from the body until his flesh reduces in size to a relaxed state. If you continued to mate her after your release; even outside her body, you would still seed her without even realizing you were.”


“But Ver’On seeded her first!” he shouted.


“M’Pa,” El called, her three sons crying from the commotion around them. El stepped up to him, laying Ty in his arms. M’Pa at once began to purr, and he settled quickly. El smiled at her second mate, sliding her hand over his cheek, tickling the scars along his cheek. “It only takes one,” she smiled.


He held tight to his son. “My…son…?” El nodded, then his face became a torrent of fear and panic. “El…Ver’On will kill us…” he whispered.


“Kill you?” she laughed, as Ver’On stepped closer with his son in his arms.


“M’Pa, you kept to your word that day. Even I did not know about…the sauce on the plate,” he laughed. “Kill you? Never my brother. Kill this little one?” He pointed to Ty, M’Pa not willing to let the infant be touched, “not on my life. M’Pa…we’re family. My two sons are as much your sons, as this one is yours, so he is also mine.” M’Pa didn’t seem to believe him. “I may hold to some of the old ways, M’Pa, but not all of them.”


“You…you’re not angry with me?”


“No,” he laughed. “The goal of the Hur family is to grow strong once more. To do so with so few males is only asking for trouble, the greater the genepool the better. You, M’Pa, are now part ot this family. You are contributing to the strength and that, I would never destroy. You are my brother, M’Pa. get used to it. You’re going no where. Neither is our son.”


M’Pa smiled, looking down at Ty. Finally he started to laugh. “He is my son,” he said. “I have a son…”


“And his name?” Sa’ton asked at last.


“Yes, El,” Ver’On stated. “About his name.”


“Ty’El,” M’Pa stated proudly. “The strength of his mother should continue with the family.” El nodded.


“His name is Ty’El.”