Chapter 40: Arla X Bido (Arla POV)
(Optional Reading)
Entering the bridge of Predator's ship, I have plenty of questions. For one, how did he get a ship the size of a capital cruiser?
Well, I just begin and fire off the first question, "Why did you come for me? What is your angle here?"
He faces me, "First off, I'm Bido. Now, I have a...existential problem if you'll call it that. I sought you out because I believe you would be able to aid me in that problem."
Good, I got his name which no one knows. It is a small but good start. I stares him down, hinting him to continue which he does, "My problem is that I am the only member of my species in the whole galaxy to my knowledge. My species is also...different. Just using normal women is not optimal. My species, the Yautja, are not too different from you in terms of culture. Where you Mandalorians are a warrior race, my species is a race of hunters. You have the honor code of a warrior, I have the honor code of a hunter."
I can understand I'm not naïve, I know exactly what he means. I just want him to say it.
Arla understands and gets a little irritated in her voice, "So you expect me to bend over for you because you rescued me like some princess? Laughable, you're delusional."
He laughs at me, "It is you who is delusional. Did you expect me to want you just because I rescued you like a princess. I don't want a princess." He finishes and takes a step closer to me and says, "I need a killer, a warrior, a hunter. Yautja are a race where we always strive to become better killers, hunters that constantly improve over generations. Do not mistake us for savages though, we hold our code of honor in immensely high regard."
I'm a little sorry now I insinuated he was a savage. I'm also a little pissed because he implied he's still testing me. That he is still not sure of my "worthiness". I'm an expert combatant and assassin with a 100% success rate! I also never say it, but I'm a hidden beauty too damn it!
I question more to get a better understanding of him, "How high would that be?"
He chuckles, "You'd be lucky to get off with permanent exile. The popular punishment to that is you become the hunted for the rest of us. And you get your skull mounted."
Extreme, but I don't dislike it.
I loosen up and ask further, "What is this code of yours?"
I explain, "First, only a blooded Yautja can hunt intelligent species. The hunted must be worthy prey. They are mature, can defend themselves, are not pregnant, and are not sick. To hunt fairly, to depend on skill rather than pure firepower. Should you fail a hunt, you will die by your hand will to save your honor. Murder of another Yautja is the worst offense. You are to show mercy when defeated or out-hunted by your prey if they are intelligent. Never harm the innocent. When hunting for food, only kill the weak. When coming upon wounded game dying without sport, give it a good death to honor the hunter who wounded it. Although if it still shows sport, it is to be a joint trophy. Do not join another's hunt or intrude on their hunting grounds without permission. When in a duel, you must show yourself. Weapons of warfare are prohibited in a hunt and non-war situations. This is just a quick rundown. The code and my full culture is much more extensive. We can into that later. If you stay that is."
The code isn't too bad. It is actually really fair sounding to me considering his culture. I certainly like it more than that cheap Death Watch code.
I nod in some understanding, "Okay, so your race has a hunter culture. Different to the Mandalorian culture, but similar. Certainly better then Death Watch by a long shot."
He agrees, "Much better than Death Watch. They may say they adhere to a code, but either I'm blind or their code is shit."
Well, we're both not wrong.
He continues on, "The point is, I want to start my clan already. I've a gotten strong foundation and reputation by now. It is high time I make my clan. You Arla, are the first I've sought to begin my clan with."
I'm flattered he came to find me first, but this is a lot. Restarting the population of a species with only one still alive is no easy task.
I sigh and take off my helmet. Allowing my blonde hair and brown eyes to be shown. As I mentioned before, I have hidden pride in my natural beauty. I don't even have a lot of scars either, and none on my face. I don't dislike scars though, it adds character. I say, "Well, I know you're a powerful fighter. I saw you use the same sorcery the Jedi use. My family is all gone too. You don't seem like a bad guy either. Although, what do you mean by first?"
He explains, "I am the only one Arla. Although I am not underestimating you. I need to produce a lot of offspring, and it is best that they have variable DNA. This will require me to have multiple partners of various origins. The common factor though, would be they will al be strong in their own right."
I understand what he's saying. Genetic variability is important for anything. Pumping out kids incessantly isn't my thing either. I'll go crazy. I need action, adrenaline, combat, I need to go make holes in people. Call me looney, but that's just how ended up. If I didn't have my own personal code that I carried with me from the time I was with my family, I would be a monster though. My time with my family is the only reason I still have humanity after all.
I nod and smirk with a slight tease, "I understand, so this will be a harem then?"
He shrugs, "Ya, it'll be a harem by definition."
Such an arrangement wouldn't be bad for me. If I accept that is. It'll allow me to still be a warrior since I won't be the sole baby maker.
I ask some more, "Considering the circumstances, I can understand. Can I see your face? Or do you also have a rule about taking off your helmet." The last part was a small joke. He didn't laugh.
He shakes his head, "My culture has no such rule. I'll show you." He then takes off his helmet.
I whistle when I see his face, "Well, I've never seen a member of your species before. Hell, I've never heard of anything like you. Not too bad. I like the...dreads? Mandibles look cool too. Not the worst mouth I've seen. Also, I can already tell you have impressive muscles under that armor. I like that too. I will admit that less galactically exposed women wouldn't like your look, but you tickle my fancy."
I've seen plenty of different alien species in my time across the galaxy. As a result, I've expanded my taste in males. As long as they're masculine and I agree with their persona, I won't dislike them. Bido's face is better than plenty of other species I've seen. It's strong, masculine, and even heroic. It's like you could splash lava on his face and he'll have the same strong stare, unfazed. His broad shoulders, large arms, large legs, meaty neck, and height are all tells that he's highly muscular. I kind of like it too. The mandibles are interesting.
He chuckles and corrects me saying dreads, "They are quills actually."
I begin to seriously consider. Bido is powerful in a lot of ways. Many ways I like. The sorcery isn't something I dislike either, I'm actually envious of the power. I have a good impression of him too. He's no common guy. He has culture, a fair code of conduct, and honor. His mission is a noble one too.
I finished thinking and give my answer. I'll be able to have a new family too. I say, "I'll help you. Honestly, you're powerful in everyway I ever wanted. You have honor, character, and you're a badass. Considering everything about you, I like you. I'll be your woman, but you have promise me Death Watch will fall."
He promises, "Death Watch will fall, it'll fall miserably. I thank you for accepting. You'll be more than my woman too. As the first, you'll be the de facto clan mother. You have the qualifications as I can tell. Second only to me. Also, not all your family are dead Arla. Jango Fett is still alive out there."
Being the clan mother? I like it. It means I'll have power above all but Bido. Although being Matriarch may be a little stuffy for me, I won't complain. Getting told about my little brother Jango was a sudden shock to me though, and a relief. I've always hoped he successfully escaped that day.
I recover and ask quickly, "Do you know where he is?"
He answers, "I don't have any eyes on him currently. So I don't have his current location. I just know the last planet he was seen on. Did you want to find him?"
I ask with hesitation, "Only if he isn't doing well. Is he...doing well?"
He assures me, "Jango Fett is doing, really well. Trust me on that. He's talented."
I'm relieved and happy to hear he is doing well for himself. I always knew my brother was going to be strong. I say at ease, "Then we can hold off on it for a bit then. So, when do we start building the clan then?"
(Please shit down on any empty seat you like Arla.) [*left this because it's funny*]
"We'll begin once we reach a planet that is under my control, I have a base on that planet." Bido informs me, walking over and sitting in what I assume to be the Captain's chair. He then turns to me and says "Please sit down on any empty seat you like Arla."
I take a seat on a chair nearby and ask, "What planet would that be Bido?"
"Myrkr..."
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Here is the second Arla POV you all wanted. Enjoy.
Also, I noticed one too many small mistakes in grammar I made while making in this in the original chapter. If you all notice anything, feel free to comment on what it is. I will, and have corrected them in the past. Just comment on the paragraph and paste the sentence. It'll make it easy for me to find and I can correct it in 2 seconds. I'm not one of those authors that just leave shit un-corrected for 3 months after a comment being made.
I usually just write in one sitting and only skim proofread. So, take that in mind. Y'all can be my free editors since I'm doing this for free.
Also, this fic is being projected to be mega dong long. It probably won't end for a long time. Hell, we're looking around at least 100 teradicks worth of material(exaggeration).
Until next time.
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