Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 31

Krone's Point Of View

(The Introduction)

Had I known that I'd actually need all the information about ship maintenance and I'd have actually listened to Taak.

But then again, after everything that transpired after this mistake on my part, I'm not entirely sure that I would have listened even then.

My name is Krone. I am an Honored Blood Yautja that is well respected in my own clan and in various others. I have succeeded in over one-hundred hunts, even the Elders acknowledge my capability and I have a rather prestigious reputation back in my planet. They say that soon I will become an Elder myself. I should be honored by such high expectations yet more often than not I wish that I had chosen to become a Warrior instead of choosing to remain with my clan...

I'm practically a Warrior already as I leave my home planet whenever I possibly can. Young Bloods are much to annoying for me to be around with let alone train them. Especially Ba'kuub, he's the worst. But referring back to the predicament at hand.

I was coming back from a simple recon mission, there wasn't even any game left by the time I got there. It wasn't a mission fitting of me, many Blooded warriors could have finished with ease, but as stated before: if I have an excuse to leave my planet, I gladly take it.

In retrospect, it's very well easy to just take off when opportunity raises, it's another thing entirely to make sure your means of escape is fully functional one-hundred percent of the time. Before I knew it I was being pulled into the earth's atmosphere. I imagine Taak would be laughing hysterically at my current plight.

"C'jit!" and I didn't need annoying red lights and a voice to tell me that everything was failing.

More useless alerts began sounding off, telling me what I already know, that I was falling to the Ooman planet.

"Cjit! C'jit!"

Things are one fire... "Pauk!"

I took what control I had over the ship and braced for impact.

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I had heard about the Ooman friends of the Elder and of his rule, "Don't kill them". For some reason(a reason not questioned by those who valued their lives) the Elder had grown a fondness with them.

I hadn't the means to properly repair my ship, I was in Ooman territory, I would need shelter and a workspace with tools.

Which is why I currently found myself in what I would perceive to be a typical Ooman abode. I did not feel particularly happy about asking Oomans for help, but I had not choice.

No one is home at the moment...

I walked about, scanning the area, suddenly I detected someone coming.

"Holy shit!"

I grimaced. The Ooman was male, but he was shaking in his shoes, although I expected it that didn't mean I didn't feel it pathetic. And annoying.

I might as well get this over with...

Before I could say anything another Ooman came in. She was female and small, her eyes were wide with surprise upon seeing me. She was thin as well, but not as much as I heard most females of this planet tend to be. Her hair was a light gold color, and although it was pulled back there was still a very large portion of it covering her face.

"What's going on?" her done was near demanding, it surprised me, if only a little.

The male Ooman seemed to regain some composure, acting as if he had the situation under complete control.