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Hey Everyone! Welcome to Pt.2 of the 1/3 of the Nomad Clan “Crimson Jungle” Comic being worked on by @shaymin-99 and written by yours truly! Warning still applies from what was said in 1st Post, we hope you enjoy!^^
Welcome to Pt.3 of the 1/3 of The Nomad Clan “Crimson Jungle” Comic being worked on by the awesome @shaymin-99 and written by yours truly! Warning still applies from the original posts, so we hope you enjoy!^^
The roaring of an angry mob began to grow louder, but no one dared to step upon the sand that split them apart from 2 Enforcer Yautja’s dragging a Red & Goldish Yautja wearing bronze and wood like armor. Various trash was thrown at the young red warrior, he was brought upon the steps of Elders and Ancient as well as heads of all the Clan, one being Python the Clan Leader of his original Clan he grew up in. As the warrior known as Zan’to (Nomad) was forced to kneel, looking through his one eye that wasn’t completely swollen at the ones above him. The Ancient One lifted his hand into the air, calling for the crowd to hear him and to be silent.
Elder 1: Zan’to, you have been a proud member of the Twin Serpents (Xenomorphs) Clan, however due to further investigations…you never originated from that clan did you?
Zan’to (Nomad): ….
Python: No he hasn’t, he was a-
Ancient: -lifted his hand to silence Python-
Enforcer: You speak to your Elders when they speak to you tainted one! -he said as he then delivered a unseen punch to the swollen shut eye of Nomad)-
Zan’to (Nomad): No…I wasn’t born into the clan…I was a foundling…an orphaned pup.
Elder 2: So the reports say….we have your origins thanks to the Hish-Qu-Ten. Your father was a strong protector of the ancient forest of Hnndar, as for your mother on the other hand….she is where your problems start…from the Nomad Clan! A Huntress turned Warrior, possibly one of the best trackers and long ranged specialists…a truly dishonorable profession.
The crowd booed Nomad in disgust, spewing words like “Tainted One” , “Impure Blood” or “Hell-Spawn”. Nomad would do his best not to let it get to him, even though he knew about this history it stung to have it in the open so soon. The Elder would again raise his hand in the air to silence the masses of the others. Python only looked at Nomad with disgust with a low growl, eventually looking away.
Python: However that’s not why we are here, while we could forgive your unfortunate birth…your recent actions of trying to…reforge the Nomad Clan? A Clan that caused so much pain for everyone on this planet, that slaughtered innocent honorable lives? Why would you wish to bring an unworthy clan like that back from the hell it deserves to rot in?
Zan’to(Nomad): I guess that’s just the difference between me and those who still hold the wool over their heads want to see…Where you see something that doesn’t deserve a chance, something that’s broken and can’t be fixed….I see opportunity….I see a chance for a clan that was so powerful to successfully raid Yautja Prime and win!….having a armada that made Bad Bloods sweat from the look of their big guns…why shouldn’t we have that as a powerful ally-
???: BLASPHEMY! -Kicks Nomad in the face as he broke through the crowd-
Python: You know Nomad…when you went into Self-Exile, I knew why and I’ve always known where you came from. Remember what I told you would happen if I saw you again? That I’d have your head…on my wall as the last Nomad Clan member to HAD ever lived…kill him Soprano.
The crowd almost began to jump and tear Nomad to shreds if it wasn’t for the Enforcers, Soprano then held Nomad down with his mechanical arm forming into a blade. A war cry that shook the bones of everyone in the area was heard, looking to see a large black mass belonging to Black Momba. She was ready to start throwing and ripping Yautja’s apart, that was until it took a small army of Enforcers holding her back. They had her on the floor, begging her to stay down, not wanting to hurt her for the sheer respect they have for her, all while she cried for them to let go of her “little red”.
Soprano: We can end this here and now my Ancients to Elders. Let this traitor meet a dishonorable end, he doesn’t deserve that of a respectful warrior’s death.
Elder 3: SOPRANO! EVERYONE! GET A HOLD OF YOURSE-
Ancient: ….Demon….
Elders & Soprano: What?
Ancient: DEMON! -he said pointing-
Those who looked from the Ancient to the end of his fingers direction, was a Yautja in a cloak. He walked with his head down while holding a strange stick on his hip. Enforcers that weren’t holding Black Momba tried to escort the wandering figure out of the way towards Nomad and his Judges of his life. They were quickly subdued with quick and precise strikes, leaving the Enforcers gasping for hair or completely knocked out. This quickness then got the other remaining Enforcers attention and charged the cloaked figure, to which he only stopped walking as he raised a mechanical red and gold arm in the air in the form of a fist.
The ground beneath the Enforcers began to shake as two large forces attacked them from different angles. They were grayish female gladitory warriors fending off the Enforcers, almost to the point of enjoyment while the hooded Elder walked forth towards Soprano. The Bionic Yautja growled as he turned his blade from Nomad’s neck towards the hooded figure’s direction, charging in despite the warnings of the Elders. Soprano readied his blade and struck with truth and justice…but the blade never tasted flesh, the figure only dodged trying to keep walking past Soprano towards Nomad.
Soprano: …d..did you just….DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME! FIGHT ME COWARD!
The figure only kept walking till attacked again, Soprano would strike with attacks taught to him to end a fight, but was met with air or the red mechanical hand belonging to the hooded figure. This earned a growl from Soprano’s opponent, having him push Soprano away far enough for him to grab the hilt of his weapon. Soprano would again go in for a charge and just as the two met, the young warrior screamed in pain as he fell before the stranger and Soprano’s mechanical arm was found a foot away from his…detached by the stranger’s unsheathed Katana.
Soprano: Wha…what are you?
Hooded Stranger: ….-growled as he held his bloodied oiled Katana to Sopranos Neck similar to how he did to Nomad-
???: His name is Drago…Drago the Insane, The Red Dragon, The Demon Lord, The Oni of Aokigahara, The Boogeyman of Yautja Prime, The Nomad Clan Founder….
-Walks down past the Elders and Ancient-
…..he is the last original Leader of the Nomad Clan right?
The Hooded Figure shoved Soprano to the dirt as he walked up to meet the hulking figure, once met the figure known as “Drago” began to remove his hood to show a Oni like mask with horns and golden tusks. The Clan Leader known as Ragnarök only clicked in amusement, watching as other familiar faces surrounded Drago and Nomad.
Ragnarök: How’s that head of yours? I hope I didn’t break something important upon our first meeting, it would really explain this out of character move of yours. Then again…you got the title of “Insane” long before we ever met.
Drago: ….How’s that stomach of yours….last I checked you were holding your inners.
Ragnarök instinctively covered his stomach where a large scar still showed, Drago only held Nomad close to him for whenever someone got close they were met with Drago’s stare. The stare itself was like looking into death’s soul, causing others to back off.
Drago: As fun of a public embarrassment this was, I will take my young apprentice and leader of the Nomad Clan off this planet. This doesn’t have to be a repeat the last time I was here. -Drago said as he looked around trying to move again but felt a sharp point press against his back-
???: Unfortunately we can’t do that, like you said, the last time you were here ….was extremely a bad day….a day for redemption can be made here.
Drago: R’ka…you sure you wanna do this? I still remember our last encounter, even with your skills as a Bad Blood Bounty Hunter, you never could put me down. I spared you once…don’t make me regret it.
Growls from many sides that Drago had affected began to close in till one noticed a red dot on the Elders and Ancients, snipers from places not able to be spotted by the others.
Drago: What was that again Ragnarök? About out of character?
Ragnarök: You dishonorabl-
Drago: Don’t take it personally, honor has nothing to do with it…I tried to show I was peaceful but I did need a fail-safe….this is survival of the fittest….now what I have are highly trained second generation snipers, if you think Luna (Nomads Mother) was a excellent shot…imagine 6 of them. Even if you do manage to find them and take you out, then I could always unleash the Daughters of Bruiser.
Python: He…he had daughters -looked at Black Momba who in return gave a look of amusement-
Elder: What’s your price, Bad Blood?
Drago: Let us walk out of here with my warriors and Zan’to…that’s all until I come back to finish this discussion about making the Nomad Clan an official honorbound Clan….don’t make me bring the ships in on this.
Drago growled showing how serious he was, The Elders looked up at the Ancient as he gave a nod with disgust. Python was outraged at the Elder while Drago clicked in amusement as he shoulder bumped R’ka on his way out, holding Nomad and dragging him away. All while calling “The Twins” to fall back much to their dismay.
Basher: Awwww! fight good though!
Boulder: Maybe….we….come back….then break more!
The twins talked in broken, not so high intelligence English, as they threw what almost were broken toys away. Nomad looked at Drago with one good eye, asking if he was serious about what he said back there. Drago silently chuckled, saying how he was completely bluffing and had no idea they’d actually believe it. Nomad went pale as this could have been “The Purge” all over again, as they walked away they were met by white skin with pink stripes Yautja who held 5 laser pointers.
???: Darling!
The Yautja hugged Nomad much to his dismay but mostly pain, held her back, her name was Snow or Nomad’s mate. Nomad sighed in relief as he said how crazy everyone in this clan was, earning clicks of amusement from them. Black Momba waited at the ronde viewpoint seeing her little red, she rushed and hugged him tightly while also growling at Drago for putting her 3 children in danger. The Clan would bored the “Legionar” (ship name) and fly back to Earth, even with some ships following them…
A couple of my friends and I are creating a Yautja Lore Guidebook, a not-for-profit project that we’ve been working on for the past couple of months. You may or may not have already received a message from me about it.
As part of this project, we are asking for any artists that may have art related to the list below. Full credit and links to your socials will be provided inside the guidebook.
Please message me if you’d like for your art to be featured inside! Here’s a list that we are looking for, in relation to Yautja (Predator), but are not limited to:
Through the ages — infants, toddlers, children, adolescents, young adults, adults, elders, ancients.
Statuses and ranks — Unblooded, Young Bloods, Elites, Elders, Ancients, Matriarches, Clan Leaders.
Bad Bloods.
Different professions — arbitrator, farmer, fisher, medic (NOT limited to, just any in general).
Headcanoned weapons that aren’t seen in the movies.
Headcanoned animals and plants (specifically from Yautja Prime, but not limited to) that aren’t seen in the movies.
Yautjan food and drinks.
Ships and villages - designs, theories, headcanons.
If you don’t have any of these but would still like to have your art credited and featured inside, please still message me or @skadi-gemini / @yautjaloverwith the link and/or picture.
The sounds of the plasma engine hummed through the ship, the steady like vibrations upon laying in the bed was almost relaxing or even therapeutic. Nomad slowly began to wake up, having his eyes meet a feminine pale white as snow Yautja with pink stripes. The female he was looking at was his mate Cji’ru’öld (Snow), he admired her sleeping beauty as she purred from whatever that head was dreaming. Gently he caressed his mates cheeks to her dreadlocks, while in response she sleepily leaned into the caressed palm. Gently he pressed his forehead against her which then began to wake her up, she looked in confusion but allowed it. “Mmmm what are you doing Red” she asked still trying to wake up, Nomad replied “I’m just admiring my lovely Snowflakes beauty and Grace”. She blushed/clicked in embarrassment as she placed her head against his chest, what was a moment of hiding turned into one where she began to listen to his steady heart.
Nomad didn’t pull away not pushed her off, instead let her head rest on him as he pet her dreadlocks down her back, purring lovingly. As this moment stretched longer they were met by the sound of their door WHOOSHING open, quickly Nomad looked at the sight of two red & white blurs tackling him and Snow. He groaned in pain but saw his two children, La’kee was the eldest, he was just like Nomad with long dreadlocks and red skin but the difference being the white stripes he got from his mother. Pok’I was the youngest, sporting a lightish red but had dark red stripes with white secondary stripes.:“Wake up! Father! Mother! We are almost there!” La’kee said excitedly, Nomad teasing said “Mmmmm whatever could you mean?” Trying to have his sons believe I forgot what this trip was about. “WAIT! MOTHER PLEASE DON’T TELL US FATHER FORGOT!?” Pok’I said as she was on Snow, cuddling next to her. Snow have a look of ‘okay cut it out’ to Nomad, he replied that he’s excited to bring them home and begin their first day of training.
A couple of hours later they arrived at the planet of Yautja Prime, flying directly to a city that was made as a meet up. Upon arriving at the docking port, Nomad was met with two big Yautja’s built like human tanks. As intimidating as they looked, they instantly welcomed Nomad and Snow with hugs so tight bones could accidentally turn to dust. It was Boulder & Basher, Nomads half sisters, they had been holding down the fort of Nomads Clan while he and his Mate were having some family time alone with their children. “Brother! It’s good to see you! How was trip?!” Boulder asked as she placed Nomad down while playing with her nephew and niece, much to the jealousy of Basher. “It was great, a nice vacation that was well earned. How is everyone back at the Clan?” Nomad replied as he got La’kee & Pok’I off Bolder and set them on his shoulders.
“They miss their leader, understandably having itchy trigger fingers, they are desperate for a hunt” Basher said as she put down Snow, Nomad agreed it has been awhile since a worthy hunt had been conducted. “Tell you what, why don’t you take Snow & Pok’I to the Clan to get situated while me and La’kee here do alittle bonding. I promise as soon as I’m done we will hunt something that’ll quench the thirst of the impatient hunters.” Nomad stated which Boulder and Basher were happy to report as they escorted Snow & Pok’I to their home hut. Nomad breathed easier as he held La’kee on his shoulders, walking around the streets of Yautja Primes City. His son watched as many passed by, either giving his father a dirty look or one of praise.
“Father, is being apart of your clan bad” he asked almost concerned, Nomad looked up at his son alittle worried “Never my son, being a Nomad is a great honor, being apart of a Clan that saved Yautja Prime? Who wouldn’t wanna be apart of it!” He said hoping to calm his son. “Then why do others look down on us” his son brought up, and it was a fair question as Nomad took his son off his shoulders. “La’kee I won’t lie to you, the Nomad Clan originally was that of Bad Bloods simply wanting to survive, but when pushed they pushed back harder to the point that every hated them. It was my job to redeem the clan and I did…but not without the help of your Elder Drago” Nomad said as he then showed a statue of a Yautja with a mechanical arm, samurai like armor, and a flag he held showing the clan symbol. La’kee looked up at the statue and at the words on the stone, written was the names of all the Nomad Clan that had lost their lives in the pursuit of redeeming themselves and the Clan. “Who was he to you” La’kee asked looking back at Nomad, “He was a Father that I never had” Nomad replied as he held his son close and looking up at the statue that just like Drago, forever stood tall.
As the days got hotter and hotter on Yautja-Prime in the lush jungles, the Twin Xenomorph clan’s youth found joy and relaxation in the cool waters of the village’s large shaded pools. After long and sweaty training lessons, the older youth would find the pools to be a great way of letting off steam. The pools were also used to train the younger yautja how to swim which was done earlier in the morning. Black Momba carried her small red unblood to the shallow pools for his training.
“I don’t wanna swim!” The tiny yautja barked at his mother. “You will learn how to swim. Every hunter needs to learn.” Momba had to carry him under her arm since he was squirming so much.
“Nooooo!” He growled and pouted.
“I will be getting into the water with you. Others of your age already know how to swim. You need to catch up to their level.” Momba stepped into the pool with other yautja that were teaching the unbloods. Momba and Little Red were wearing simple loincloths that covered up what was only necessary. Little Red wasn’t used to this kind of loincloth and he would often readjust it.
Momba set him down in the water. He could barely touch the ground while the water was only up to Momba’s knees. “Let’s go deeper this time.”
“No!” Little Red was already trying to get out of the water. Momba grabbed him, “Red! You need to learn this. I am being serious.” Momba could feel herself getting frustrated with how stubborn he was being. She inhaled deeply and huffed as she took him to the deepest part of this pool. It only went up to her waist but Little Red couldn’t even touch the ground now.
“Red, I want you to watch what the other unbloods are doing. Copy what they do.”
“Copy what? Drowning?” Little Red sassed. Momba gave him a death stare. “I’m gonna let go of you, and when I do, I want you to try swimming. Understand?” Little Red didn’t respond.
“Do you understand?” Momba asked a little more agressily this time.
“Yes mama…” Little Red huffed. He copied her attitude.
Momba let go of Little Red but instead of swimming, he just sank to the bottom of the water. He really didn’t want to swim and he thought that doing this would get him out of swimming since he knew that his mother would pick him up if he had trouble. But what he didn’t know was that Momba was thin on patients today and she wouldn’t be helping him if he chose not to swim.
A couple of seconds went by and Little Red realized his mother wasn’t going to help him. He slightly panicked as he moved his arms and legs to get to the surface of the water. When he reached the top, he took a deep breath in, gasping for air. He looked around for his mother and saw she was sitting at the edge of the pool.
“You left me to drown!” Little Red yelled.
“I left you to learn how to swim. And you are swimming, so it worked. I cannot hold your hand forever… one day, I will be gone.” Momba sighed, “keep swimming. You need to get stronger.”
Little Red grumbled as he swam. By the end of the morning, he was all tired out and sore. Little Red floated on his back since he didn’t want to swim anymore. Momba scooped him up from the water and carried him in her arms.
“Am I done now? I know how to swim now, so am I done?” Little Red huffed as Momba dried him off with a towel.
“Red… you only have just begun. You need to do more swimming exercises tomorrow. All summer you must train. I know you don’t like this, but this is what needs to be done.” Momba sighed. She rubbed the back of her neck, feeling a little bit stressed for her small son. She felt that he wouldn’t be able to pass the next test that would take place at the end of the summer. Her clan had brutal ways of dealing with the weak and Momba didn’t want Little Red to fail.
Little Red has seen his mother stressed like this before. He knew she was being serious with him. He was a smart little yautja, smarter than others his age. Little Red hugged Momba after she was done drying him, which she wasn’t expecting. She hugged him back, “What’s this for?” He usually never hugged her out of the blue.
“I love you mama. If you need me to train, I will do it.” Little Red looked up at her and then nuzzled his face into her chest.
Momba hugged him a little tighter, “thank you… I love you too, my baby.”
The next morning was less difficult for Black Momba since Little Red was cooperating with her this time. Little Red went into the pool willingly and began to swim. Momba showed him a new technique that would help him hold his breath underwater for longer.
“You remember how to meditate?” Momba asked him.
“Yeah.”
“For this, it’s basically the same thing, but instead you sit at the bottom of the pool without breathing. You just relax yourself. After practicing this for a while, you will be able to hold your breath for longer underwater. But if you feel like you need air, go up and get air. I don’t want you to push yourself and then pass out under the water. You will drown if you do so.” She informed Little Red. He nodded as she told him.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Then go on, dive to the bottom.” Momba watched Little Red as he swam to the bottom of the pool and tried to stay in a sitting position in the water. He was having a bit of trouble at first, but he found a way to stay still after his small moment of struggle. Little Red stayed under the water for about 40 seconds before coming up for air.
“You did good.” Momba encouraged him.
“I can’t stay under the water that long.”
“That’s alright. Keep practicing and you will be able to stay under longer.”
“Can you do it with me mama?”
Momba nodded and got into the water with Little Red. She did the exercise with him as moral support. Momba could hold her breath under the water for 7 minutes without feeling any discomfort, but since Little Red wasn’t to that level, she came up when he did. The whole morning, Momba taught him the different breathing exercises for swimming.
Momba took a mental note that he was improving fast and by the end of the morning, Little Red could stay underwater for an additional 15 seconds. Momba took him to the market to get him a treat for doing so well after they changed into regular clothes.
“You can pick out one thing that you want, just as long as it’s not expensive. Alright?”
“Alright.” Little Red said with a smile. He held onto the long cloth that hung down from Momba’s waist. Momba rarely ever took him to the market, so he took in a lot of what was going on. Momba led the way, waiting for Little Red to stop when he found something that interested him.
One particular thing caught his attention after walking through the market for a while, “Mama, look!” Little Red ran up to a pen that had hunting pups in it. He picked one of the smallest pups up, “can I keep it? Pleeeease?”
The yautja that was selling the hunting dogs watched as the little yautja struggled to hold even the smallest pup of the litter. Momba walked over and looked at the small spikey dogs. Then she looked at her son, “You’re wanting a hunting dog?”
“Yeah! You said I could get anything.” He looked up at his mother with a cute begging face.
Momba sighed and turned to the seller, “How much are your dogs?”
After bargaining back and forth for a while, Momba got the little hunting dog for Little Red. It wasn’t as expensive as she thought it was, which was good for her.
“You’re responsible for that hunting dog now, Red. You have to feed it and train it. I’m not going to take care of it for you. You got that?”
“Yes mama.” The hunting pup squeaked and growled in his arms, wanting to be put down. Momba chuckled at the sight of Little Red struggling to hold the wiggly pup. Once they got back to the village, Little Red wandered off to go play with his new companion. For hours, he was trying to play and train with the pup and when dusk fell, he went to Momba’s hut.
Momba had been cooking dinner while he was gone, “you hungry?” She turned to see Little Red covered in mud and leaves with the small pup right by his side, the same as him.
“Yeah, I’m really hungry. So is Spikes.” Little Red tried shaking off the leaves that were sticking to him.
Momba ignored the fact he was all dirty, “Spikes? Is that what you named that little pup?” She handed him a bowl of food.
“Yeah. And I think the dog is a she. Aren’t the girl dogs mean?” Little Red began to eat the food from the bowl as he sat on the floor.
“This species, yes, they are usually mean if they are female.” Momba picked up the pup and took a look at it, “yeah, it’s a girl. Did she bite you?”
“No, she just chased around the little animals and I had to catch her. I tried to teach her to just follow me, but I don’t think she listens that well.”
Momba chuckled, “she is just a pup. It will take her time to learn. She won’t get it the first time.”
Little Red gave a portion of his meal to Spikes and she ate it quickly, “Mama, I’m gonna need a bath.”
“Yes, you do. After you’re done eating, I’ll need you to help me get the bath ready.” Momba sat down on the floor with Little Red and ate with him. Once he was done with his food, he helped his mom get his bath ready. He took Spikes with him in the bath and Momba scrubbed both of them. She had a feeling tomorrow’s swimming lessons would be a little more difficult.
MY BOI😭😭😭
GAH HE SO CUTE AND HE FINALLY GOT HIS PRED-HOUND!!! AHHHHHH!!!
For anyone wondering what Spikes looks like, this is what she looks like! (Art made by @black-suns-rim )
I might get Crucified for this but, a viewer on my Discord bet me I couldn’t draw my OC Nomad who looks like this:
Into something of the…South Park variety, and as much as people say it’s cursed…I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! Stay tuned for more Nomad of South Park Art because Imma do a armored version to add to em & a Adult Nomad Predator version!
I’ve never drawn them before and I just had the urge to draw them in my art style. To me, it makes more sense if they were to be samurai instead of ninjas since samurai were more honorable than ninjas.
