The Hunt. A Delta Squad and a Yautja Tale. Chapter Two
Summary and chapter notes Chapter one Chapter three Chapter four Chapter five Chapter six Chapter seven Chapter eight, finale
Notes: Let me know what you guys think please! Also this chapter is a bit shorter than the future ones! I just had to set up some things and cause tension ;)
(if you guys like this enough I may start posting it twice a week! Please let me know what you think!!)
Also, like with Jungle Moved, none of these gifs are mine and each chapter will have one! Will some be foreshadowing?? Who knows ;)
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Death, Major death?? Alien technology, Delta squad humor, Horrible language, like so many cuss words, Alien dude, like a big sexy alien dude who’s an OC of mine, Violence, fighting, Planet I made, jungle stuff, suspension, multiple parts, Alien culture, clone culture, injury, major injury, Animal death, the Delta Boys are called ‘clones’ a lot and I am so sorry
*Dajhitt, the next morning*
R’tka watched the four armored men eat and prepare themselves at dawn. They ate these weird cubes and sticks that looked kind of like bread, and they hardly had a smell. He cocked his head watching them. R’tka had no idea how these men got as large as they did eating these odd cubes. He’d have to take some and see what they were made out of, maybe they were some sort of protein sticks?
R’tka was so curious about these odd humans. He noticed all of their faces were the same, and their armor seemed similar to the new armored human soldiers he had been seeing all over the galaxy recently. But this armor was bulkier, and seemed stronger, it was even painted. They also had better weapons than the other soldiers he had seen.
The Yatuja Warrior did some research on his wrist computer while they had slept, learning that they were elite clone trooper warriors. Also known as “Republic Commandos.” R’tka chittered to himself in excitement at what he learned. Their armored bodies would look good stuffed and adoring his home back on Yautja Prime.
He would of course keep their armor on, their faces and bodies were too identical for his liking. R’tka could not imagine looking identical to anyone. His armor and helmet was unique, as were his trinkets and weapons. Same thing with the piercings that adored his bottom tusks and left brow ridge. Even the rings on his dreads, many made of bone or metal.
These clones all had normal faces for humans, with only a few differences here and there. One had more scars than he felt like counting. Another with a burn scar on his face, but it was mild. They each had different hair styles but they were still identical.
Even their skin was identical, minus a few scars. These poor humans, how ever did they ever feel individual? How did they ever attract the attention of a mate? How did these identical, but perfect, clone soldiers work?
R’tka’s skin color is what made him even more unique in his kind. He was a dark mud brown color, his stomach and face a lighter shade of brown.The light brown mixing with the darker color along his arms and legs. Within the brown dark jungle green stripes ran in patterns along his skin, similar to his brother who had red. His younger brother was currently on some planet known as Coruscant, hunting in the city. Apparently his new nickname was City Hunter. A stupid name in R’tka’s opinion.
Even his build was different from others. He was a tall Yautja, ranging over eight feet tall. R’tka was built like stone, his muscles perfectly carved against his scale like skin. He was built more lean than many, his body built better for running and leaping than lifting and throwing. He was still very strong though, just not as strong as the stalkier of his kind.
His arms and legs were thick, perfect for leaping and bounding. R’tka could run for miles, squat for hours,and hang by his arms for even longer. He was a perfect male to many, especially to the females of his kind. His mate agreed, defending their tie often.
His skin was covered in scars. Many from battles, hunts, mating, and so much more. Each one had a story, some definitely spicier than others. R’tka was proud of each scar, each one stretched across his rippling muscles. His favorite was a large five pointed claw mark that ran from his left pectoral down his abs and stopped at his waist line. It was from his mate back when they first met.
As that human once told R’tka many moons ago, he was built like a “Shit brick house.” Whatever the hell that meant to those odd creatures. He felt like it was true though. The Yatuja kind was only built of muscle, and the older they got the better they got. They’re muscles grew as they learned to be better warriors, their stamina growing as well. Elders, and older Yautja like himself were not to be messed with.
R’tka shook his head from these thoughts, getting back into hunting mode.
This hunt would be a story to tell his clan and many children! He could not wait.
The heads of three battle droids sat in a bag that rested against his muscular thigh. The odd talking robots wandered the forest near their large base, armed and shooting any animal they came across. It was unjust and against his people's beliefs to kill without a reason, so he brought down every single one he saw.
They were hardly worth his time, their skinny metal bodies snapping like twigs under his massive grip. They could not even feed him, but they kept him entertained at least.
A war was going on in this galaxy, but R’tka could not possibly care less. All that mattered to him was this hunt. He was supposed to bring home the pelt and skull of a large gray and tan spotted jungle cat for his mate. She loved their pelts, especially as blankets. R’tka supposed she would not be too upset if he brought her home four armored warrior carcasses instead.
R’tka was an older Yautja, and one of the best warriors in his clan. He had many children, but even more trophies. He was fit for better hunts than the one he was on now, but he did this one once a rotation.
It was like a vacation to the gray and black dreaded Yautja. The hunt relaxed him as he picked out the perfect beast to bring home to his mate of many moons. Now, thanks to these clone warriors, it was no longer a vacation. It would be a game. A real hunt, a challenging hunt.
R’tka could not wait.
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Boss led the way through the mud and underbrush of the jungle floor. The humidity of Dajhitt caused him to sweat even through the cooling of his armor. He knew his brothers felt the same by their grunts and curses every now and then.
It would be a long few weeks indeed. They couldn’t get to this damned base soon enough in his opinion.
“Fuck theres so much life on this planet.” Sev finally shouted in frustration through the comms, “I feel like I’m being watched at all times. Plus this jungle makes too much goddamned noise.” The other Delta’s agreed through the comms, the outside world hearing nothing from them.
They should relax, they know it's just some wild animals watching them, but deep down they all felt like that thought was incorrect. No one brought up the hunters, not wanting to seem like idiots for believing the smelly pilot. They had a hard time getting the thought out of their brain though.
Speaking of animals, they had hardly seen any at all. They’ve heard them, but that was really it. Something bad was going on to keep the animals so skittish, and that worried the Delta’s greatly. Not even droids should keep wildlife like this.
Usually on jungle planets they were scaring animals off every few minutes, so this was beyond unusual. And that scared the commandos deep down.
Little did they know that the large Yautja that followed them, watching them from the trees, was the one to scare off the animals. He let his scent out, not hiding it like he would usually do on a hunt. The scent of a Yautja on the hunt scared off animals easily, and luckily humans could not smell Yautja unless they were merely a few feet apart.
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After about two miles out of the seven of their trek stopped short at a pile of dead battle droids. They appeared to have been ripped apart. It made them all bristle, but no one spoke up about it.
“There’s no teeth marks.” Boss muttered, kicking at the torso of one. “Only some claw marks. What on this planet could have done something like this?” Boss’s accented voice almost seemed loud against the eerie silence of the jungle.
Fixer could only shrug when his three brothers glanced his way. Fixer kneeled beside one of the droids, “I wish I knew……perhaps something undiscovered?” He glanced around them, looking into the canopy of the trees around them.
Nerves began to rise at the find, perhaps the crazy old pilot had been right? Maybe there was something very dangerous in this jungle, and it wasn’t just some wild animal.
“Three are missing their heads Boss.” Sev’s gruff voice spoke up, Boss could feel his cold stare through his visor. They were thinking the same thing. Boss cursed under his breath, kicking the body of a droid.
“It takes trophies. Perhaps the crazy smelly bastard was right.” Scorch spoke up this time, crossing his muscled arms.
Boss ignored him, pretending he was too busy examining the headless battle droid pinned to a tree by an odd metal net to hear him. He left the net there, walking back over to the group.
This job just got a lot more complicated.