The Hunt. A Delta Squad and a Yautja Tale. Chapter five
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Chapter one Chapter two Chapter three Chapter four Chapter six Chapter seven Chapter eight, finale
Notes: I know I know! This is soooo early! I really want to start posting this twice a week and besides, I was so excited for this chapter I could hardy contain it!!
So please please enjoy it!! Fun things happen!!
Warnings: Scorch being Scorch, 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
Bonus: I love R’tka with all of my heart now and his personality really comes out in this chapter! The next even more so! Please please let me know what you think! Especially about R’tka!!
*Dajhitt, three hours after R’tka was captured*
The massive Yautja woke up tied to a tree. His arms were above his head and he was standing, his leg secured tightly to the tree by the oddly strong yet thin metal wire. His torso was also tied to the tree, which made movement even harder. These clones were smarter than R’tka thought they would be. He should not have gotten cocky or underestimated them.
R’tka slowly looked up from the jungle floor, drool dripping from his mandibles from the angle. His neck didn’t ache thanks to his extreme muscles, but it still was not comfortable. The position in general was not comfortable.
R’tka groaned at his own stupidity. He was an elite and hundreds of years old. He had acted like a pup, and that was foolish. Now it would cost him his life. He groaned louder, cursing in his language as he rolled his thick neck.
He didn’t know why the commandos kept him alive, just stripping him of everything but his loincloth. They even removed his bio-mesh and mask. Thankfully the planet's temperature was very similar to his home world, so his body temperature was not a big concern. His wounds concerned him the most right now.
His leg ached painfully, his body trying hard to heal the horrible injury. His shoulder blade felt tight and his ribs ached dully. Thankfully he heals fast, but his arms being above his head was definitely not helping his shoulder heal correctly. He desperately needed his medkit to be able to heal properly. R’tka would survive for sure, but the wounds were still uncomfortable.
R’tka glanced at the sky, it was mid morning now. He had been out for a few hours, his body weak from blood loss. He huffed at that, R’tka despised weakness like this. He was an Elite Yautja warrior, he was better than this. He was an Elder for fucks sake!
They kept him alive when they had the opportunity to kill him. This meant they would want to talk to him. This gave Rtka a choice to be diplomatic, and settle the peace between them. He could help them in exchange for his life and gear. If they were reasonable they would listen to an Elite Yautja’s words.
R’tka hated being beaten, but it showed that these clones were truly some of the best. That meant a lot in Yautja culture. Being so fierce and smart caused them to gain his respect, a huge feat in his eyes.
He growled loudly, his mandibles clicking together out of frustration. All of the clones looked at him suddenly, their dark eyes swirling with human emotion. R’tka could only shake his head slightly, growling louder at them.
They all got up, approaching him slowly. They were all armored up but without their helmets, just like when they brought him down. R’tka didn’t even struggle against his binds when they approached, that would have been a stupid waste of energy.
“You are one ugly motherfucker.” The one with the deepest voice spoke, the one who had the hand print mark on his helmet that was currently discarded. R’tka understood Galactic Basic without his mask, but he didn’t understand all the words. He had no idea what motherfucker truly meant, but he was certain it was an offensive word.
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When the Yautja warrior woke up he growled, obviously voicing his complaints towards the Delta’s. After he was unconscious they stripped him completely of his gear, his face and numerous scars shocking them. He was clearly an elite of his kind due to his high technology and number of scars.
The trophies he had on him was another thing. Numerous skulls and bones decorated his armor, loincloth and belts. He was obviously an established hunter, which made the Delta Squad members swell with pride. They brought down one of the best.
They all agreed to question the creature, maybe even talk to him if the Yautja would even speak or understand them. If he didn’t talk, they’d kill him then finally get on with this damn mission. If he did speak? Well then…..They’d wing it.
Boss rolled his neck, crossing his arms as he stood as close to face to face as he could with the terrifying, and very tall alien. He was still out of reach of the terrifying mandibles, but close enough so he could look into the creature's amber eyes. He wanted to spit in his face again, his wrist still aching and his armor cracked from the Yautja picking him up like a doll hours prior. The creature nearly looked smug, his highly intelligent eyes never leaving Boss’s.
“Who are you, and why are you hunting us?” The Yautja actully rolled his fucking eyes, a chuckle shaking his broad chest. Boss didn’t know if to laugh in his face or spit in it, he chose to scowl instead.
“You Oomans are so primitive.” Ah so he did speak, Scorch grinned once he heard the gravelly tone of the creature. “You don’t just kill me. You must tie me up and question me.” His Galactic Basic wasn’t the best by any means, but it was better than nothing.
“I am R’tka. I am a Yautja Elite from Yautja Prime.” Boss nodded at his words, his arms still crossed. Boss ignored Sev’s humored snort in the background, the red painted commando nudging a grinning Scorch. They were absolutely making fun of the planet name in their heads, Boss and Fixer ignoring their childish actions.
The Yautja eyed all four of them, his eyes lingering on Sev the longest. He chuckled at Sev, his chest rumbling with the noise. Sev’s smile suddenly disappeared, giving the massive alien a bemused look.
“You. You with the odd paint. You noticed me first, alerting your little friends of me. I was going to be the most proud of your skull.” Sev raised his eyebrows at that, pointing to himself as he glanced around. R’tka gave an unamused nod, it was now Sev’s turn to laugh.
No one really paid much attention to the use of past tense, the hunter didn’t care about taking them as trophies anymore. Or at least not as much.
“Now now, I am definitely not the one you should’ve been the proudest of. Fixer here had the idea to bring your ugly ass down” Sev pointed his thumb towards Fixer, “And I ain’t even the Boss. I just enjoy killing like you do, so don’t give me too much credit. I just wanted your hide as a nice pair of boots, perhaps even a hat.” R’tka laughed at his words, not stopping as Sev continued.
“Plus,” Sev spoke, his voice suddenly getting deeper, “I’m a sniper. I know when someone else is doing the stalking. I have sniper senses and I do not like it when I’m the victim being watched.”
R’tka shook with his laughter, his bruised ribs definitely aching from the action. It was cut short when Boss shoved his uninjured shoulder, “Focus you giant lizard. Why were you hunting us? Were you hired or-” Boss was cut off by the rumbly voice of the Yautja.
“I am no bounty hunter. That is below me. I am also no enforcer, I am a higher rank in my culture. I would never be hired to bring out clones, If I was a bounty hunter I would be hired by my own people. And, before you ask, my people do not want to be involved in your pathetic little war. We could not possibly care less.” He looked Boss up and down, offense in his amber alien eyes.
“I hunt here every rotation.” He paused, most likely searching for the proper Galactic Basic words to say. That gave Boss a second to wonder why this massive alien was even talking to them. It was far too intelligent for him to really guess.
“I hunt the large predators here, usually the jungle cats. They are weaker prey than most things I bring down, but I enjoy hunting them. My mate also enjoys their pelts, it is a durable pelt and can be used for many things.” He paused, his eyes seeming to look past Boss. He must be thinking about his mate, Scorch wondered if he missed his mate.
Scorch knew he should not feel any sort of sympathy for a big ass alien that just tried to kill him and put him on his wall, but he couldn’t help it! The thing was just too intelligent. Scorch had such a soft spot for creatures, even if they were horribly violent and would kill him if given the chance.
That’s why Sev was his favorite brother too he guessed….
“I just happened to see your little group while I was hunting. I did my research and realized you were more ideal prey. I figured I would have some fun while I was here.” His words made Scorch focus back on the conversation. He bristled a little at the Yautja’s words, the beady amber eyes of him locking onto Scorch’s as he continued.
“I know you’re at war with the little robots at that base, and want to bring it down. Perhaps we could make an arrangement. You don’t kill me, and I can help you bring down that little base. Of course you must give me back my weapons and set me free so I can do so.”
Fixer snorted, moving up beside Boss. “Why would we possibly trust you? You are nothing more than an ego driven monster after blood and glory. The moment we let you out you’d slaughter us and hang our corpses up on your wall. “ Fixer spit out the words, R’tka’s eyes filling with amusement.
“I am ready to die….but I would rather not. I still have much to do in my life, I have many hunts and breeding seasons in my future.” The Delta’s watched the Yautja, listening to his every word. “None of us will die, you get what you want and I get my gear back. If I die and you keep my gear…. you will be tracked and slaughtered by an Enforcer anyways. So if I die, so do you….in the long run.”
R’tka continued before they could speak up, his voice louder and deeper than theirs, “My people are not as violent as you might think. We can be very diplomatic. And according to my code I must follow my word, or I am no better than a Bad Blood….. a criminal.” The Delta’s stared at him, their gazes skeptical. “You did not kill me when you had the chance, which means you wanted to speak to me. We can be diplomatic here” The Yautja’s words caused them to think. Boss glanced at Fixer, who sighed.
Scorch smirked at R’tka. He actually liked this idea. Besides, it would be great to have a massive and incredibly dangerous alien on their side.
Fixer spoke up, and was obviously fuming by his tone. “We would not keep your gear. If we did kill you we’d leave you here to rot-” R’tka stopped him with a booming laugh.
“It does not matter if you take my gear or not actually. My mate and I are far too old for the petty thing that is revenge, but my children think otherwise. They are all much younger, many still youngbloods, not aged warriors like myself.” He paused, Fixer bristling under his gaze, “One of my youngest is currently in training and is working on her tracking. I am positive she would love to practice her skills on you four.”
Fixer clenched and unclenched his fists, Boss putting a hand on his shoulder. They knew the Yautja was not lying, it was in his eyes.
Boss huffed, staring at the oddly calm Yautja. He sighed and walked away, his brothers following.
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R’tka had incredible hearing, but the clones didn’t know that. They discussed in hushed whispers, R’tka hearing every single word. They began to argue, looking in his direction every now and then. R’tka couldn’t help but feel amused, humans were so odd. They always made things so difficult.
R’tka wanted this solved in the easiest way possible. He was old enough to know that diplomacy was far more important than violence and bloodshed. The humans obviously did not know this, which amused him. They thought they had him down, but all they knew about his kind were stereotypes and horror stories.
He shifted against his binds. He was strong enough to break them and die fighting if they disagreed to his terms. He didn’t want to do that, but if he had to he would.
He was caught up in his own thoughts when they approached once again. The one called “Fixer” looked furious, but he didn’t say anything. He just glared at R’tka.
After a moment of tense silence the leader spoke up.
“We agree to your terms. You help us and we don’t kill you. And we don’t report your species to the Republic putting you on a nasty list.”
“You have my word Ooman. A Yautja never breaks their word.”
Kal Skirata is SUCH A CONTRADICTION ON TWO LEGS. He's the murderous and VERY violent mandalorian warrior who earnd a livind through fighting and being smart and cunning but at the same time he's so passionate and LOVES so much. Yes the Nulls are his sons but he kind of adopted every clone he trained and then Jusik nad then Tur-Mukan and pretty much every 'child' he adopted wants only his aproval and for him to be proud of them and to not let him down because KAL'BUIR LOVES THEM. It's so insane I FREAKING LOVE IT
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.
Reading the third repcomm book True Colors and CAN I JUST SAY THAT I NEED A MOMENT.
After tripple zero's finale which was ugh at best and after getting my hopes insanely up and just as quickly smashed and crushed by Kal Skirata's persona as well as Etain's i'm now enjoying it too much reading Vau's pov. And one of the first things he says is "it's hearbreaking-yes, even for me. My father didn't quite kill the last bit of feeling in me."
It's like he knew what we were all thinking about him and wanted to comfirm that he isn't a complete sociopath. (Yes ik this is all Traviss's work and thought process and planning BUT STILL i enjoy it a lot)
At this point i can't take these books seriously any more but i still get so captivated by them:)))))))
Pure enjoyment when and where it can be found :)))
