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Da'tou's Story Another day came and went and the two only yautja in Xingasa could be found relaxing by the Hebu Pond, the morning was the usual calm and warm, to their standards it was warm. "I am still surprised to see a yautja living under these conditions, especially living with humans for sixty years." Gr'it-in said. He had slightly gotten use to the idea of being around humans and was now only wearing half of his armor. His mask giving him air through a hose that was fed from his air tank and powered by his battery pack which was attached to his big, red colored chest plate, his wrist blades were still on his right wrist with a small knife securely tucked into his belt, under the belt tightly wrapped around himself was his loin cloth but was still covered by his jagged edged metal cup that was held on and attached to his belt, the last of his attire was thigh and knee pads wrapped around his thighs and knees. "Yeah well..." Replied Da'tou, picking up a small pebble and tossed it over the still pond making it skip three times before it sank into the water. The wounds she received almost a whole week ago from her encounter with the assassin had completely healed and turned into mere battle scars. Tightly fitted around her large torso was a plain gray T-shirt, its left pocket having been torn off, her blue jean shorts were nicely snug around her thick waist but this time was almost brand new and higher up on her thighs then the last pair she was wearing when she first met Gr'it-in, her new sandals she had bought a year ago for when her old pair would become old and tear, which is just what happened to them. "You don't see it as "surprising" when you have been living with them your whole life, it's more normal then anything else: Wake up, shower, eat, work, eat agin, work some more, take another shower, eat yet again, go to sleep and do the same thing the very next day. Except for sundays, that's the day we rest from our busy week." "That sounds more boring then normal," He added as he watched her from the spot on the log he was sitting on. Da'tou laughed out loud and spun around to Gr'it-in, "Well look at you, you are use to traveling, in space. Who wouldn't be bored with that?" "Does my busy life mean you will join me when I leave this place?" "Umm, I..." "There you are!" A voice loudly interrupted making them turn their heads to where the voice had come form, Wau-uta, another of Da'tou's Foster Sisters was walking out of the trail headed towards them. "Father has been looking every where for you." She said to Da'tou. Wau-uta, soon to be married in a month had just turned 22, her long jet black hair and thin cheeks led to a narrow but small chin showing a beautiful face crafted by Mother Nature, the silhouette of her 5 foot tanned body small and fragile. Her outfit consisted of a faded pink "Hello Kitty" T-shirt that firmly hugged her medium sized chest and flat stomach, matching the color of her shirt was a short pair of pink cloth shorts, just mere inches from showing the curves of the skin from her round butt, and to add to her supposable trendy image was a worn out pair of white, off the brand, tennis shoes. "Mayara?" Da'tou questioned, her foster father was not one to call for her when needed, usually Usi-diu was the one to call for her. Why would he be sending someone to find her? "Yes," Wau-uta said back, "He said for you to hurry." Looking past Da’tou to Gr'it-in, "Am I interrupting something?" Da'tou pivoted her upper body around looking at Gr'it-in who was looking back at them then back to Wau-uta and said, "No, not really." "That's good," She said with a little smile and turned around walking back to the trail entrance, Da'tou and Gr'it-in following her. "We had better hurry too, you know how he gets when someone is late." Da'tou chuckled at the remark and finished her sentence, "He throws a big fit then goes into a thirty minute lecture on how rough his father was on him when he was a kid if he was late when he was called by his father." It took the group a full five minutes in getting from the pond to East Xingasa, but a quick minute to walk through the little town and to the porch of the house. Sitting on the porch in the newly crafted wooden chairs was her foster father and mother, her mother looking as if she was about to cry at any moment while her father only looked at both her and Gr'it-in in a blank stare. Blankly starring at people was normal on his behalf. Like her foster mother, he too was old and looked more like her Grandfather, gray and white thinning hair cut close to his scalp in a buzz cut and his purple veins showing through his pale skin. He was 5 foot nine, an average height of men from his race and still held his muscular physique, but was slowly losing it. His white muscle shirt stunk of sweat and was stained with oil and other various stains, the ends of it tucked into his sweat pants that had been cut to the knees with an old pair of Nike's on his feet. "It's about time!" He spat. Da'tou lowered her head in respect for his position and simply replied, "I am sorry it took so long for us to get here, we were at the Hebu pond." He just looked at them and asked, "You and Her-ittin?" "Yes." She said, not bothering in correcting her foster father for miss pronouncing Gr'it-in's name, no one in Xingasa could conjure the proper grumble within their throats to pronounce his name properly like she could. He stood up, "There is something I must show you, both of you." Then turned around and walked to the front door of their house. It wasn't only a few seconds later until Usi-diu ran off the porch crying, her face covered by her hands and was followed Wau-uta. Mayara watched his wife run off the porch then back to Da'tou. "Are you coming in or are just going to stand there!?" He yelled, his tone of voice making her snap back to attention from Usi-diu then followed him inside. Da'tou walked into the house closely followed by Gr'it-in, following her foster father as he walked past her sibling's beds and walked into their bedroom. A dim red haze was spread across the room from the thin burgundy colored curtains that hung from the little plate glass window and lurking in the air, like the rest of the house, was a musty odor of dust and pollen. This was the only part of the house that had a mattress instead of bed sheets laying on the floor and a dresser to put clothes in instead of cardboard boxes. There wasn't much to the little bedroom, just the poorly made bed on a flimsy metal bed post, two night stands placed on both sides at the head of the bed with various junks and trinkets paced on top of them and the dresser that had a few pieces of cheap jewelry placed on top of it. Her foster father walked to the bed grabbing the end and pulled it to the side, the bed moaning and screeching loudly from its metal stands scraping against the wooden floor. He came to a stop and walked to where the bed once sat kicking shoes, sandals, boots and dirty socks out of the way, then bent down digging his right index and middle finger into two holes in the floor and lifted, with an eery creak on rusty hinges a trap was opened. This surprised Da'tou, she never knew a trap door laid just a few feet under her foster parents’ bed. "Come here Her-ittin and lift this for me, I am getting old." Gr'it-in did as he was told and walked to the newly revealed trap door, looking down into the hole then knelt down and lowered his arms. "Pick it up by the bottom and not the handles," Mayara said, "Those ropes are so old they might tear." Gr'it-in didn't say anything but reached down then pulled out a large wooden box, the muscles in his arms bulged out and his big chest tightened, the muscles in both his arms and chest spread apart and came together as he made heaving noises through his flat nostrils at what showed to be a heavy burden. "Careful.” Instructed Mayara. He lifted it up over the hole, turned his upper torso around to the left and dropped the box when it was above the floor, the dropped box made a loud boom and rattled the floor. "I said be Careful!" Gr'it-in laid his right arm on top of the box with a pant looking at Mayara and said. "This is a heavy box." "That is why I had you pick it up." Reaching into his left pocket pulling out a three inch long metal key and knelt in front of the box unlocking the big pad lock that held it closed, Gr'it-in standing up to get out of his way. The pad lock opened with a loud click and he threw the lock and key to the floor then lifted the lid revealing to Da'tou and Gr'it-in what was inside. They both stepped forward looking inside, and inside were yautja type clothing, armor and weapons, belongings that she remembered her Mother wearing. Placed on top of everything was her gold colored horned mask, though it looked gold it was not, the material of the metal when completely processed into a solid substance showed a gold color. The shape of the mask was the usual large and oval shape that could easily be worn on any large female yautja, yet the design of it was different then the average mask. Placed at the base, just in the spot where the forehead started, was one small pair of ivory white horns two inches long made from the tusks of an animal slightly curving backwards, above that around the middle of the mask was another pair of horns but thicker with another inch added to it, and yet above that around the back area of the mask was another large pair an inch longer as well as thicker, the horns tightly held down by molded bases attached to the mask. Nicely folded under that was a metal, chain-linked robe, like the chained armor knights wore, but looked lighter and not for the purpose of protection, the material of the robe gave off a yellow glow to where a yautja was able to determine it's color, like a human, and under that was more clothes, armor and weapons. Da'tou just stood there in disbelief and shock. For 53 years her Mother's belongings had been in this very house and no one had told her. Turning around to her foster father in a cold, silent stare holding back the urge to punch his face in, she always knew, deep within, that he never liked her from the very beginning. "Why?" She forced through her throat in a croak just about to cry, "Why didn't you show this to me years ago? Why did you wait so long." He narrowed his dark brown eyes, "This is Usi-diu's doing, she wanted to keep you as long as she could, because she fell in love with you, she even wanted to destroy your Mother's belongings but I didn't allow it, I knew one day more of your kind would come back." "This is Kurtishinn' armor." Gr'it-in said interrupting the heating argument and looked to Da'tou, "Your Mother must have been a Kurtishinn' guard," Mayara silently slipping out of the room. "They are only underlings to their superiors but are respected and glamored by most of the yautja." Reaching down picking up the horned mask and metal robe, "The mask tells what position one is in: Small horns are a prison guard, medium is a gate guard, large are the warriors, the ones who go into battle, and the ones with all sizes, like this." Handing the mask to Da'tou for her to examine, "Is a royal family guard." She looked at him in surprise. The thought of finding out her long dead Mother held an important role made her feel like hugging him in happiness, not just the thought of finding out her Mother's duties with her species but that it sounded important, and Gr'it-in just said, "A Kurtishinn' guard are well respected and glamored by most yautja." Hearing the words heightened her spirits dampening the thought that she had grown up as a nobody and was hardly known by anyone, except for the small village and town of Xingasa, a place with a population of 100. "And this robe," He said, "By color shows the rank, your Mother was four short of becoming a veteran." Da'tou slowly and carefully took the metal robe from his grasp looking over it, the material felt hard yet somehow soft, running her fingers along its smooth face feeling each bump of it's finely crafted surface, it moved with her fingers whenever she moved it but could feel it's sturdiness when she applied pressure. Lifting her head looking at him. "You know so much." She said, "How?" He paused for a moment then said, "It is something all yautja are taught when we are young." "Tell me more." "Like what?" "Everything, these royal families, their roles, how does a person become a guard." Gr'it-in sighed deeply and sat down, the old floor creaking under his heavy weight, Da'tou also sitting down. "A royal family are families that have been owning large lands, cities and nations for generations, a commoner family can become this, but they have to own large lands for many years and become wealthy from it. History tells when the royal families first became wealthy other less prosperous nations became jealous and tried to bring them down, then some of the people from the very cities they governed and owned tried to assassinate a few of the royal members, but the families became concerned of their protection and well being when their own warriors and bodyguards turned against them." Pausing for a long moment then continued, "The over path and council members from each royal family came together and came up with an idea to create an elite and loyal force, hence the Kurtishinn' guards were born." "So how does a person become a guard?" Gr'it-in propped his back against a nearby wall, "No one just becomes a guard if they feel like it. The Kurtishinn' guards are made up of large families that have been serving under the royal families since they, the Kurtishinn' guards, were created. Each royal family can have up to five families working under them, but only the large and most threatened royal families can have up to six or seven families. The Kurtishinn' guards you could say are like pets to the royal families, no outsiders are allowed into the families and they can only bear offspring with other outside families." "What if a person didn't want to be a guard and wanted to be, well, normal?" "It is not allowed. Any Kurtishinn' guard that wishes to decline from the services of the royal families are publicly destroyed." "But what about the elders, they can't "service" anyone when they get old?" "You're right, and they are you could say retired in a way." "In a way?" She asked. "Yes, "in a way" meaning they are retired and will no longer do any sort of work but still cannot go outside or leave their family, they are born to both their family and the family they serviced, they live with them, they die with them." Da'tou rubbed the side of her head as her stomach started to do flips, "Sounds hard to be born as a Kurtishinn' guard." Gr'it-in lifted his back off the wall reaching for the wooden box and started digging around in it. "What are you doing?" "I am looking for your Mother's ceremonial spear." He replied, "All Kurtishinn' guards carry a ceremonial spear, and combat spear." Lifting his hand out of the wooden box with the staff of a half wooden spear in his hand, its foot long and curved, vicious looking blade still looked sharp with two torn and tattered ribbons tied to it's base, the staff of the spear looking to be only the small length of two feet. "The combat spears are only for the use of combat, but the ceremonial spears, which is this." Lifting it up to Da'tou for her to see and leaned against the wall. "Are used for both combat and identifying which royal family the guard belongs to, and used for ceremonies" He turned the spear around and started to read writing that had been hidden by his hand, seconds went by before he chuckled and handed it to Da'tou. She took the spear from him and looked at it, the writing was written in Yautja, a language she was slowly readjusting to. Each letter was placed underneath each other and had been etched into the wood that was used as molds to pour in the same type of metal that glowed with color, this particular material gave off a hue of green and blue and obviously to keep the lettering from popping out of their molding bases was a type of glue around their edges, but age had worn down the glue making small sections of the lettering loose. "Your Mother served the Ro-ss'a family, a just family that hardly had any quarrels with other royal families who owned a wealthy and prosperous nation, but one day came when they boarded their vessel named the Widau'ru sixty years ago and was never heard from again." Da'tou looked at him in confusion wondering where he was getting to. "The Widau'ru malfunctioned and crashed on Earth." Inhaling sharply, finally, after so many years the pieces to the missing puzzle were found and put together. A weak distress call was sent and search crews left for Earth, they came back and said all the crew were killed upon impact." Da'tou puffed and crossed her arms, "They didn't do a very good job." Interrupting their conversation was a sharp whizz followed by shattering glass. Da'tou and Gr'it-in snapping their heads up to where the sound came from, laying on the floor above the window was shattered glass and a small hole in the burgundy curtains, the voices of small children yelling to each other outside. Da'tou jumped to her feet and ran to the broken window, a three inch wide jagged hole laid at the top right corner, she looked out the window and seen Koro, Kwa-muhu and Alubiri, all ten year old boys, fighting over a B-B Gun. "Hey!" She yelled getting the three's attention, "You boys are in big trouble! You shot out our window!" The little boys looked at her, then to each other and dropped the gun running into separate directions. "Dammit," Da'tou mumbled under her breath, turning around and bolted passed Gr'it-in, out of the bedroom and outside to find one of her parents. Copyright © 2003-2005, Blackdawn. |