Post by Cetanu on Dec 30, 2008 6:00:07 GMT 1
Predator: Plight of an Outcast
PART I
He stepped over the sanguinary pool of dismembered parts. He curtailed his ki’cti-pa and placed it in the holster on his lower back. At this time, Cetanu wondered how he had gotten to this point.
In the words of the Elders, only the dead tell tales, but the living carry them out. The Elder, Na’has, stood on the skull-rimmed podium with his ki’cti-pa raised valiantly, and his dah’kte extended. He removed his mask promptly and flexed his scarred mandibles.
“I announce to you all on this day, that my newest son has been born. I shall name him Cetanu in the name of our patron deity, the god of Death. I shall execute my most vigorous training methods on him, and he shall take a place as a magnificent Elder.” The Yautja below him cheered with vigor as they hailed the new pup, Cetanu. A future Elder.
The youngest pup of the brood sat in the darkest corner of the Kehrite. He watched despairingly as his brothers sparred and used their weapons with expert precision, though they were far from expert. He watched as they ignored him.
“Brother, why not come and spar with me?” asked one of his many siblings, Jah’ui. The young pup rose reluctantly and advanced toward Jah’ui. “Okay, brother.”
The young pup took up a corner at the far end of the Kehrite and crouched low as Jah’ui growled. They were both mistrusted with weaponry of any sort, so this skirmish would be strictly brute strength.
“Pitiful brother, no wonder father dislikes you so.” Jah’ui taunted cruelly. He always tried to annoy his younger brother by any means possible.
Jah’ui lunged.
The young one rolled backwards and kicked his feet up; Jah’ui flew over top of him and landed stomach-first. “You little Pyode!” Jah’ui yelled as he regained footing, but it did not anger his younger brother, it just made him laugh at his brother’s vain attempts. Jah’ui jumped from his spot, talons first, and tried to sink them in his younger brother’s eyes. It was futile, for his younger brother brought his elbow up, deflecting the blow, and then grabbed Jah’ui’s hand and flipped him over. A resounding thud finished the fight as Jah’ui’s younger brother walked away quietly. The gathered wall of Yautja pups that had gathered around dissipated as he walked through.
“Cetanu!” came a booming, rough, angry voice. Cetanu turned around, but didn’t have enough time to react as an Elder’s hand smacked him in the face. “Sparring with Jah’ui is forbidden! He is in training to be a great Elder and you will not jeopardize it, you little fool! Get away from me; I don’t want to see you. Train in solitude!” Cetanu walked away from his father. He growled to himself as he entered his room and began to rifle through his weapons; his secret weapons; his great escape from the reality of his dysfunctional family and clan. The training he did with the set of weapons he got from his mother before she died was the only getaway he had: it was a getaway from reality.
PART II
“Jah’ui, move!” demanded Cetanu. His brother was standing right in his line of sight. His brother turned slowly, angrily. “You want to fight, cross-breed scum?” Cetanu looked away and moved to a different position. He didn’t want to start with his fool, er…brother. Why his father put them in a hunting group was beyond Cetanu. Maybe it was intentional torture, maybe it was complete disregard for their hatred of each other.