The Saviour

Chapter 17

^^^What Kral's armour would look like. Just imagine it more worn out with scratches!

Italics: another language
'Example': thoughts

Dachande's POV

Dachande had spoken to Lar'ja after he had it confirmed Kral was on this planet. She seemed pretty interested on the subject and they both agreed to tell their scouts and hunters to keep an eye out for him- or his comrades.

For now Dachande was watching the Youngbloods train since Lar'ja had 'much more important' matters to attend to. But he knew very well she just didn't like teaching the Youngbloods and would rather send hunting parties out.

He had to admit that the younger Yautja were somewhat skilled but had a lot to learn. There seemed to be only a few that would be ready to hunt their first xenomorph. For example Ishnod was one whom was top of his class and was improving every day.

He had already observed the Yautja's training and he had made easy work of his opponent. Now it was two others sparring and when they had finished he had to critique them. "Rafter, work on your stance. Also your footing needs work." That Youngblood nodded then he looked at the one whom had won.

He paused for a few seconds "I would say to try and be a bit quicker. Even out your strength and speed more." That male nods so he dismissed them both and they return to where everyone else was. The next two step onto the platform- do the same and Dachande critiqued them.

After it seemed like a millenium Lar'ja had came back. Some of the youngbloods seemed mot very excited to have her back- yet he was entirely relieved. "How did they do?" She asked him once he was in her earshot.

"Some are doing well, others need improvement." She nodded then turned to the Yautja and snapped at them to go back to sparring. They did so as quickly as possible making the female Elder satisfied. "Thank you for handling them while I was gone." Lar'ja smiles, "you know you would be good at training them.."

Instantly he shook his head- no way in the stars name. Youngbloods weren't Dachande's cup of c'nlip that was for certain. She shrugged when he hadn't responded "you go take care of the rest of the clan." She pats his shoulder goodbye then begins showing the younger ones different battle strategies. There was no doubt that Lar'ja was the best female for the job with training them to be loyal hunters of the clan.

Though Dachande on the other hand just decided to go on a hunt, he liked the adrenaline from hunting some prey. His biomask activated to movement detection which meant things that moved would glow through his mask. Also he activated his cloaking so he could move undetected. Dachande wandered for several minutes then stopped as he picked something up on his biomask.

A thought entered the Elder's mind, Yautja. The speed matched the species and for just a second he thought he heard a click. Dachande activated his whip letting it drawl beside him for several seconds as he scanned the tree lines. Something- no someone caught his eye. Definitely Yautja and it seemed smaller then most, child shaped?

Regardless of who it was Dachande didn't know if this could be a badblood. He loads an electric net trap into his gauntlet and shoots it right at the small Yautja. It yelped and stumbled back, pathetic. He followed it finding an unconscious Yautja sucker- the age of a teenager probably.

He could tell it was female and scanned her to see if she had any records for being a badblood, nothing. Dachande grunted then stood up wondering where this child's nrak'ytara's were currently. She obviously couldn't of survived out here herself, she had no weapons or defensive measures on her.