Alright, if you're wondering how come I haven't been updating as frequently, it is because I am on vacation with a few family members.

That said, I'm expecting you to comment the hell out of this, so type away!

'I just can't catch a break...'

He was currently bandaging his healing wrist, after the adrenaline had worn off, he felt as if his hand would break apart.

In his mad dash to finish off his opponent, he had worsened the fracture to the point where bits of the bones were peeking out of his skin.

Even an abundant dose of painkillers wasn't enough to render the process of repositioning the articulation any better.

Now he had his hand in a cast and would have to keep it there for a number of days.

This was one of those moments where he was eternally grateful of having acquired the small healing factor that yautjas possessed.

He was expecting a few arbitrator vessels to come and retrieve the engineer ship, not an entire fleet!

Still, the medications that the healers had administered where a welcome surprise. His only annoyance was the fact that the defunct body had been retrieved by the enforcers for research.

Alas he could not collect the skull.

Maybe he could approach the high matriarch on the situation. Speaking of which, they were making a beeline for Yaut, using warp gates and all that good stuff; no stops and definitely no slowing down.

He was briefly lost in his thoughts when an eta came to him and informed him that elder Na gook had requested his presence.

'The hell does the shit-head want?' the older hunter had pestered him in the last few days, asking him questions and what not.

To say Mark was annoyed was to put it lightly. And at the moment he exited the medical bay and made his way up the levels of the enormous ship.

He ignored the elevators and instead utilized the stairs, he needed to vent off his frustration and he didn't bother to mask his scent.

Luckily (or unluckily) word had spread of his kill, and the passing hunters moved to the side.

The human did know that the time needed to reach the upper levels could've been shortened by taking other routes, but if the old fuck was frustrated about it, then he could kiss his sorry ass goodbye, for he didn't give a shit about it.

Mark was now in front of the open doors that lead to the warrior's quarters, the guards posted let him pass and he heard the classic whoosh of the closing entrance.

He paid no mind to the highly decorated chambers and made his way to the office.

Etiquette would require him to signal his presence but he entered anyways, walked forward, grabbed a chair with his good limb and sat down, facing the aging predator.

The yautja seemed a little surprised at his intrusion, but remained silent.

Mark challenged his gaze by crossing his arms, "If you're expecting me to apologize for yelling at you then you're wasting his time."

The elder did not know english, but the monitor next to him was translating his words, and besides: using signs was not an option with only one set of fingers.

The silence still continued, "Go on, insult me."

Finally, Na gook spoke, "Your attitude still has yet to change." he raised an eyebrow, "First: I expected better if you would define that as an insult. Second, is that it?"

The elder took in a deep breath, trying to reign in his anger, "I may have underestimated your abilities as an ooman." he began, as alcohol was served at the table.

"Took you long enough to figure that out." he muttered and gulped down the contents of the cup in one go.

A part of Mark enjoyed toying with the old alien, eager to see just how far he could go, and now that he wasn't an unblood anymore, he could get away with a lot more shit: "I can tell that you don't appreciate the fact that I'm being so sarcastic. But you see: it's racist fuckers like you that really get under my skin and make me want to go out and murder the first thing I grab."

"I would like to call an end to the continuous passive aggressive comments and call a truce." the old male stated, voice hard and imperative like the one of a king, letting silence settle across the battlefield once more. The soldier reached forward, and for a moment it seemed as if he was initiating a handshake, but the arm's trajectory deviated downwards and grabbed the elder's glass before draining its liquid contents as well.

"Listen, I'm not in the mood for this kind of talk, come approach me when I'm sober." To empathize his point, he flung the object over his head, making it shatter into hundreds of tiny pieces once it reached the ground.

The hunter shook his head, disengaging their staring contest. Mark stood up and snatched the bottle that was being held by the unblood nearby, "I'm going to go get hammered, and I want some nightmare-free sleep. I feel that I've earned that much at the very least. Oh, and do know that all of my actions are a way to repay all of the grudges you held against me."

At this point Na gook bolted up to his feet, standing at equal height with human.

He opened his mouth to speak but Mark beat him to it: "Zip it! You can shut that shit spewing mouth of yours! You owe me and you fucking know it. So, take a relaxant, sit your bitch ass down and act like the good obedient dog you are."

He started to walk away and called out "Have a nice day fuckface!" bowing low in a mock gesture before yanking the switch open.

They had reached Yaut.

And it was high time that they did. Words could not express his state: he was bored out of goddam mind!

Looking back at it, he probably should've toned down his vulgar rant, but he did not hide the fact that he had enjoyed it, from a certain point of view (comment if you understood that reference)

Mark could barely recall the last time he drank himself to sleep, but good lord did the yautja have strong beverages, and his poor, virgin throat was left destroyed after the consumption.

At least he did not have to deal with the hangover, because apparently yautja could hold their c'ntlip pretty well.

'Still wish I could have a well aged whiskey, maybe with a couple of ice cubes as well...'

It made him wonder if he was still capable of eating human food with the same taste. Hopefully he would be able to quell his question in the future.

For now, he donned his shirt, equipped a few armored plates along his legs along with the computer wrist.

He did not bother to wear decorative skulls and bones, for he found them to be needless and bothersome.

He did bring a few knifes with him: it never hurt to be too prudent.

The blooded hybrid was escorted to a meeting room, and surprisingly he found it empty safe for a few guards and a couple of priestesses.

They directed him in front of a holographic display, and upon activation the matron appeared to him. Mark was quick to take a knee to the floor, while the old fuck had constantly disrespected him, he did recognize that the wise female had treated him with politeness befitting of his station. Plus it would not be a smart move to make an enemy out of the head of the clan.

"Blooded hunter, I am pleased to see you have answered my call." he wanted to answer like a smartass but pushed the notion away: "I am at your service honored one." "You have done the clan a great deed."

'Great deed?' "May I ask why?" he still kept his head down, "The Engineers are older than us yautja, they are as much as myth because of their mysteriousness. Their technology even more so. And because of your victorious battle, you have recovered an entire ship, in pristine condition." she paused for a moment, seeming to be contemplating her next words, "We can now study it and further to better our ways of life. And we know for certain that this boon will set us above the Dark Blade clan in terms of technological advances."

This was big, he now understood all the rush to get back to Yaut, the number of ships and the frenzy. It seemed as if he had opened a can of worms without even realizing it.

"Thank you for sharing this information."

"While I would gladly promote you to the rank of elite, you simply do not possess enough hunts on your track record."

He internally sighed at that, but perked up when she continued, "However, I am not a selfish leader, and your actions will be rewarded. Express a desire and it shall be given to you."

'Holy shit, yes!' he controlled his excitement when he answered: "I'd like to be able to freely traverse back to Earth."

Guan-Kwei appeared to be expecting such a request, for she addressed with a gentler tone, "I cannot do that." he clenched his fists, "Why?" he bit back a little loudly, causing the guards to let out a growl in warning, "If it were for me than you'd already would have the option to. The other high ranking clans disagree with my will, not matter how hypocritical it is."

He calmed down 'What the fuck!' "Very well then. I'd like to receive permits to hunt on game worlds reserved to veteran hunters. I'd also like for my equipment to be retrofitted once you finish upgrading your tech and I want to commission a couple of custom made weapons."

He quickly remembered his previous mission, "I would appreciate obtaining the engineer skull as soon as it is possible."

"It shall be done." and he nodded his thanks. Her eyes landed on his shirt and she enquired about it, "It is a cloth that is native to my world, commonly worn during the warmer seasons." "You will have to remove it for the priestess have to examine your mark.

'There goes my wish to be covered...' and so he removed it and exposed his shoulder.

The two females observed it for a bit, prodding it every so often. Soon though they were done, and he dressed.

The pair exited the room, and he faced the high matriarch once more, "Come meet me the next cycle; there are a few bands of honor that need to be added to your collection."

With that the transmission was closed, and he proceeded to walk back to his own ship which was docked inside the clanship.

After briefly flying and docking in an empty spot of a public transport station, he payed the fee and then noticed a new message from Kyiv, inviting him over for dinner.

'Still with that damn tracker...' then again, it would be nice to see his friend after such a long time. 'Yeah, two years for me are barley a drop in an ocean of time for him.'

Still decked out as he was, he made his way at a leisure pace, remembering the way to the grounds.

He made sure to keep his necklace in full view, but that still didn't stop a good number of growls directed towards him. Mark did face an arrogant warrior and it did feel good to beat him into submission. That echoed a message to other hunters that were looking to pick on him.

Soon enough the large home came into his line of sight, and he did allow a small smile to make its way to his lips.

I want 2 cookies!

Okay, now, I know where I want the story to go, but I'm a little short on ideas. I'm in need of them so please comment suggestions so that I can feed my brain. Until next time.