Let's go boys! Filler chapter over here."

The Hish was cleaved in two from shoulder to hip when Mark brought down his cetanium blade.

He whirled around kicked another one in the chest, caving it in and giving himself another kill.

The gauntlets and boots broke whatever weapon made contact against them, and with the use of the claws and extendable blades, the primal hunter made a blood bath out of his enemies.

The twin plasma casters on his shoulders helped clear out the way of the he incoming masses, and destroyed the foundations of the nearby building, which collapsed under its own weight.

His guard stood around him, executing the remaining Hish. Best of all though, was the squad of elite marines that were fighting alongside them.

Yautja and humans had bound together under the mutual hatred for the Hish, and this was the fourth planet that he personally took part in assaulting.

The Council of Matriarchs had hosted a meeting on Yaut, alongside the leaders of the most prominent nations back on Earth, and together, the alliance had been formalized, and war was declared on the Hish.

While humanity could not provide much support, given that they were still colonizing his home solar system, they did send the most elite and advanced of troops, and Mark felt excited at the chance of being able to fight amongst his fellow navy seals.

He watched with satisfaction as they took down their targets from a distance.

"Captain," The hunter turned to the high ranking officer, "We are going to push against the enemy lines, into the marked area for the orbital bombardment. You can set up a couple of snipers up on that tower there, and I can assign a couple of my royal guards with them and direct precise strikes."

He had made it mandatory that all of his guards spoke english, and he was proud to say that they had followed the condition with diligence; in fact, he could now regularly speak with them in his own mother tongue.

"Very well sir." He nodded at the shorter man.

Mark's hand took out his collapsible cetanium bow, and took aim; the advanced targeting system in his mask helping with the curvature of his shots.

He picked off enemies here and there, and the plasma tipped arrows made sure to kill the Hish alongside them as well.

The other primal hunters were leading a full assault on all sides of the capital city of this planet, so to trap the populace of the Hish in it, and take them all out in accordance.

Combat was fast and brutal, and on that day his katana would taste the blood of hundreds more.

Crushing the ribs of the fucker with his punch, Mark drove his sword through the abdomen of his opponent and brought it upwards, splitting the Hish in half from stomach to head with a violent spray of blood.

He breathed out in his black mask, looking over at the decimated assholes. The orange sky was filled with ships engaged in combat, but the yautja's fleets which were upgraded with the Engineer technology proved to be the superior craft, and the skies were theirs.

And now they found themselves a distance of many miles away from the walled city, staring at its primitive fortification.

Thanks to the numerous types of vision that his mask provided, Mark could see the giant outline of his own set of dreadnought warships hover in the atmosphere.

And then, sharp bolts of red shot down from their form, traveling at immense speeds before impacting against the buildings of the capital.

In less than two minutes, there was nothing left but dust, fire and ash.

The assembled clans around him roared in victory, startling many of his fellow humans. Upon seeing this, Mark silently chuckled and flicked the green blood off his sword, and turned its motor off as well.

He unclasped his mask from his helmet, and allowed the nanotechnology to free his head of the rest of the armor.

Walking towards the host of soldiers, he called forth the officials, and told them to follow after his footsteps.

Mark had more or less offered and seen that all of the provisions as well as troops were transported on his personal fleet, seeing as he was the unity between the two races; but he also did it because he felt the duty to.

"Gentlemen, the conflict is coming to a close, and I hereby state that it was a true honor to fight alongside you." Mark confessed to them when he called for a meeting.

"I know that this is only the beginning, but I hope that relations better themselves between our two races." It would take a long time, the yautja had viewed humans as inferior and prey since the dawn of their discovery, but this was progress, and Mark was content with that.

Together, they talked about plans going further along for the future. Right now, knowing the exact coordinates to all of the hishes bases and planets, they were effectively massacring them. And they had nearly enclosed their territory with their own ships.

Right now, back on Yaut, the Council was sorting out the spoils of wars and planets and rewarding them to clans who had been proved themselves worthy and valiant in the effort to put an end to the eternal feud.

Having concluded the meeting, Mark retired to his quarters.

His honored mate was on her own flagship, and both of their fleets were traveling together, surrounded as well by a small portion of the Fire Skull clan's forces.

He missed her, God, he truly did. Already be yearned for her warmth and closeness, and the alluring purr that would oh so gently bring him to slumber.

But what he could do was talk to her directly. He moved to the display and requested a call with her. Soon, her holographic form came to view, and he felt a smile tug to his lips.

"My mate." She purred, "My queen." He replicated her affection. "Fuck, I wish we could be together." "You will only have to bear a couple more cycles of travel. As soon as we arrive, I plan to take you to our bedchambers."

"Where do you want to do go? Your ship or my fortress?" "Your dwelling, I would enjoy seeing the snow of the mountains."

He bowed his head to her, "Your wish is my command." She looked off to the side. "My bearer has given us the invitation to come and feast in her mei-jadhi's dwelling, to celebrate our successful victory."

Mark thought about it, "Will this be a public affair?" "H'ko, it will only be us. But," She hesitated to speak, which was very much unlike of her to do.

"Mhei, you can tell me what's wrong." Mark softly spoke, cursing the impossibility of not being able to physically touch her.

"I wanted to bring my offsprings as well." "Oh." "I know that I bore them with other males, so I would understand that you do not want to- "Wait, wait. It's fine, really my queen, it is." He immediately told her.

"In fact, I have also met one of your sons." He stated, thinking back to that episode.

Her mandibles formed a smile, "It pleases me to know that you do not despise them Mark." He waved his hand at her.

"I am partially interested in meeting them as well. Guess that this is my chance to do so."

"And so we received minimal casualties." Mark spoke to Kyiv.

The elite arbitrator was pleased to hear of that. "And how have you been, old friend?" The primal hunter smirked as he poured himself a generous amount of C'ntlip. "Better than ever. How are things going around back on Yaut? Are your dreadlocks beginning to go white with age?"

They barked a laugh at his sarcastic joke, "No, but your hair is." "Bullshit." He muttered and swallowed a mouthful of the beverage.

"So, have you looked into the proposal by my people's government?" Mark asked. The Elite Arbitrator looked of to the side, "Forgive me, but I find myself forgetful with all of the matters that are happening at the moment. Which proposal are you talking about?"

"The one about offering death row inmates to be used as actual prey for hunting on game worlds." The primal hunter said, "It greatly surprised me to know that the boys back home came up with the idea."

"Ah yes, you are correct. My fellow colleagues are in agreement as I am, and we shall approach the high matriarch with it." He steepled his fingers and sat down in a chair.

"How is your lifemate doing?" "Y'rall is well, she is currently enjoying some time alone hunting on our grounds." 'Hmm, I should do that with Mhei one of these days...'

"Oh, and how are things going on with the colonies?" He was referring to the planets that he had graciously donated to be a part of the clan's territory, back when he had been given the vast selection upon obtaining his current rank.

"The settlers have taken advantage of the abundant resources, and a few metropolises are well under construction." "That's good to know."

"You are sure that this is alright? I mean, I just don't think that this would be that... respectful? Your mother is the High Eldress, and your Aunt the High Matriarch." The human spoke to his titanic mate as they steadily walked through the tall corridors of the Fire Skull Clan's center of power.

Both he and Mhei hadn't worn their ceremonial armor, and the female yautja had insisted on them not being necessary, but Mark still wasn't fully convinced of it.

The attire that he had donned was still a combination of fishnet and plated armor, but there were also some robes to go along with it.

'Welp, here we go.' He thought to himself as the royal guards allowed them access to the private chambers of the High Matron.

When they crossed the open door, Mark saw the long and formal table that was covered with delicacies of the mouth and plenty of beverage. His blue eye quickly came to look at the two behemoth huntresses, as they stopped conversing between them in favor of looking at the two new arrivals.

Whilst his mate proceeded off to the side to great her bearer, the primal hunter was approached by the High Matriarch.

"Matron." Mark bowed to the female but was startled when she surprisingly grabbed him by the arms and embraced him. The human awkwardly patted her back as she trilled.

Guan-Kwei pulled back, "We are family now Mark Johnson; there is no reason for you to treat as you had before becoming the lifemate to my kinsman." She stated and gripped his shoulders in a friendly manner.

He smiled up to her, "I'm glad to hear of it." Then, he turned around and did the same with the other noble huntress, who regarded him as well with familiarity.

Soon, Mhei's four offspring arrived, and Mark finally had the opportunity of getting to know about them.

He quickly catches up with Bah'dagr, exchanging words of encouragement to the arbitrator.

The other three yautja were all females, much for his surprise.

Of course, they all shared his mate's vibrant blood red stripes and black scales, though their eye color was slightly different.

Uchei, Par-krof and Zeri where their names.

They all treated him with respect, and Mark was honestly touched.

"Primal hunter," "You can call me Mark Zeri." "Mark," She began.

They had eaten and feasted for a long time indeed and where now simply talking amongst themselves. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Mhei was proudly congratulating her only son on his most recent accomplishments.

"I only wanted to state that I am pleased to see that my honored bearer has chosen such a worthy male. I am happy that you are bonded with her." She clicked, "Thank you Zeri. It means a lot to me, truly, it does."

But through it all, he felt a tinge of sadness.

If only he too could have children...

And done, please comment and tell me what you thought about this chapter.