Author's Note;

Smiles; Hello everyone I'm Smiles one member of the tag team writes Jester and Smiles. So yeah this isn't my first fic and yes there will be lemons in this later on. For now I wanted to introduce my OC a little and show how much of a badass he can be.

Third person's View

Not many people can say they've been with more then one women in a particular moment of their whole life. But we're getting ahead of the story lets jumped back a few years. Here on the cruiser heading to Z9-442 we have Jace Dyton former grade three Corporals of the Colonial marines. Jace was now four years out of the marines and he found work thanks to his friend Michael. Michael is an archeologist on the jungle planet of Z9-442 who called Jace in as a favor. Now Jace was wonder how long he would stay as a worker on this jungle world. Packing into the drop ship with the other works Jace sat back and ready to hit the planets Atmo. One of the marine working with the drop ships crew tapped Jace's leg to saying, "Hey dude ready to work your ass off"? Jace quickly grabbed the marine's neck and lifted his sunglasses to say, "Scream it you heard this one before". With his glassy white eyes staring at the marine the other miners saw that Jace was blind.

The marine was freaking out as the planets atmosphere rocked the drop ship. With the drop ship leveling out Jace let go of the marine and he sat back in his set. The pilot was watching from the cockpit she said, "Hey Simon you scared of a blind guy or of the drop"? With her copilot laughing along with her the pilot said they would get to the main facility in a few hours. Jace wasn't a foot soldier in his time with the marines sure he had hand-to-hand combat training. But Jace's skills were his ability to find the right on the body to begin to patch up injured marines. Jace felt the ships decent and grabbed his backpack. 'Wonder what Michael wants me to do as a worker of all things'?

Jace's View

As I followed the others into the main compound I heard the familiar heavy boots of my old friend Michael. Stopping in my tracks I held my metal walking stick in front of me and saluted my friend. Michael, "It's never gets old seeing a blind guy salute someone… how have you been Jace"? "Fine thanks to you I finally got out of the mountains of South America and now I'm on a planet filled with trees. Thanks a lot". Michael, "I can't tell if you're just playing a joke on me or just being truthful". "Well take it as you hear it that's what I do". Smirking at my old friend I gave him a quick hug and I followed him into the facility. Michael, "Well lets go and find director Steel she's in charge of the facility. I told her about how you helped find those marines in Cape Town a few years back". "It was just a collapsed building nothing to major and those officers still had a good source of oxygen". Michael, "Dude you need to at least take some credit you saving their lives".

"Well that just who I am I don't need credit I just need to do my job". Michael, "Well here we are". Inside we found the female director behind her desk. Director Steel nodded her head and we took a set. Ms. Steel, "So your Mr. Dyton Michael's told me a lot about you and its come to my attention that you don't socialize. But that doesn't matter I need you to help the miners get deeper into the swamps and forests around the planet. But the trackers I've hire can't tell a stream from a pond. So I've got a blank check so long as you can get my workers to and from each location". "Simple if I must say will there be equipment waiting at the sights for the workers". Michael, "Yes we have ships dropping laser picks and handheld earth movers. But we can't hover or land on the ground because of the pockets of steam and geysers around the planet. Jace can you help"? "I can but I don't want money I want a lab to work on things in private. And I take it that we will be given mining gear"? Ms. Steel, "Yes we have engineering gear thanks to the research department. Michael show Mr. Dyton to his room".

"Actually I'd like to start right away I'm a twenty four hour kind of guy". Michael, "Still having trouble sleeping"? "It's not trouble really I just don't feel tired that often". From the way I heard Ms. Steel's face muscles move she was smirking. Nodding her head Michael told me to follow him. Now sitting inside the loading bay Michael was calling over the workers. Michael, "Ok everyone this is Jace Dyton he'll be your new guide through the jungles and tunnels". One worker from her concerns didn't seem too happy from her heart rate. Worker, "Last time we followed some tracker she led half the team into a giant savage plant". Standing up walked over to a crate and tapped it a few times with my hand. Finding it was empty I gripped my walking stick and separated it to reveal my katana.

In one swing I cut the crate in two and turned to the workers. "I don't know who would let people get injured by a plant. But I know this I won't be the same you have my word as a soldier that I wouldn't walk anywhere without walking first". Hearing their heart rates lower Michael handed me a wristwatch PDA and I asked the workers to follow me. Now a good mile into the swamps to the north of the compound the workers were groaning about the walk. Whistling a light tone I found two other workers joining me in whistling. Turning to them I said, "We'll rest for a minute here". Sighing they all relieved themselves behind a tree or took a set to get off their feet. I stood by a vine-covered tree and washed my hand over the trunk. But something was off taking a deep breath I turned my head to a tree. There was an odd scent coming from a creaking branch. One of the workers asked me something but it took me a moment to answer. Worker, "So where's the dig site"?

"Another half a mile from here and then you will begin your work". Nodding she told the others to pick themselves up. As we moved I couldn't shake that scent from earl it was dripping in old blood and oil. Using my walking stick to tap at the ground a piece of the soil gave and a swift rumble followed it. Pushing back the male worker next to me I covered his mouth. The toxic geyser sent its fumes up into the air like a gunshot. In time the gas passed and the worker thanks me. "It's my job to keep you all safe so come on we need to get to the site fast before night". After a half and hour of walking we got to the site. The workers took another break and soon they were opening the crates to take out their equipment. The load buzzing and rumbling of the machines that they were using was sending shockwaves through all my senses. It was almost torture, waving a worker to me I told her I couldn't stay close to all the noise. Telling me it was ok I walked back to the facility.

Michael met me at the main gates he was pissed at something. Michael, "Dude why didn't you tell me"? "What that loud noises affect blind people how is that news"? Michael shook his head, "Not that man that you lost your aunt"? "I lost her after I came back from the front look right now all I want to do is work in that private lab. So led on". Shrugging his shoulders from the ruffling of his shirt I followed him up a few floors and to the last door in a side corridor. "Steel said this would be your work space and room. So have fun man and it's good to see you again". "Same to you man and don't worry I'll be ok". Patting his shoulder I dropped my bag and began to take out some stuff. With the door closed I locked it and pulled out an old handheld PDA. Clicking on the power and tapping in the password I once more heard my aunt's voice. My aunt was a secretive person I hardly remember a time when she didn't keep a secret. "Aunt Nora wish you could be here right now".

Opening the files I began to feel over the labels and boxes for the right materials. Taking my glasses off I heard my aunt say, "Xenomorph's are a unbelievable species depending on both the facehugger and the embryo they have inside of them they can creature a pure killing machine. Or an intellectual and adaptive creature that is only limited by its mental state. Eight years ago I found that they speck at a telepathic level and they have a system of strong connection to one another. But the Xenomorph's that we have encountered are not pure Xenomorph's. They use the blood and tissue samples from their hosts and turn into that beings pure primal form. Talk about a nightmare within us right? But still the Xenomorph species are not pure I've examined several facehuggers and embryos that more and more of our DNA are in theirs. But their healing is miles beyond our own.

"Where a broken arm would takes us weeks to them it's just a few days rest with a nice meal. Think of the things we can learn from them. My sister is still trying to find away to heal her sons eyesight. Jace is a sweetheart and I hope he finds that lucky someone when he's older". "Still haven't started Aunty and I won't be for a while". Aunty, "But to return to my research I've managed to get a trip to a Yautja temple and if I'm lucky I might be able to find a souvenir". Tapping the next file I poured the mix from the beakers into a mixing bowl I added more chemicals and listened to the next video. Aunty, "Well after a whole year of research on the Yautja planet I only managed to get this odd ring. From the inscription is says that 'One of silent soul and pure warriors heart will claim the greatest treasure that crosses their path'. Men sometimes I think they write this stuff just cause its fun. But for the most part the ring is just another unbreakable metal that the Yautja species uses.

"Their skills with hunting are still unquestioned that's for sure. But also they have a deep loyalty to anyone who defects them in combat. Mostly the women I've heard rumors of some females that were beaten in combat by a lone marine or another Yautja. And they either become mates for one season or for life. I have yet to met a marine that has mated a female Yaujta but I did make contact with one a few weeks ago. She seemed interested in my research at the site but for the most part she asked her questions and left. Still I'm a little heart broken Jace went off to med school and he's trying to be a doctor. I have my hopes for him and I'll be sending him money to help him get by. But for now my work needs me and that's means I need to solve the riddle of where the original Xenomorph comes from. The Weyland Yutani corp. has been trying for years to control the Xenomorph's that they hatch from people. But they can't be controlled they are just pure instinct they have no intellect beyond what the Queen tells them. And without the Queen they just wonder aimlessly looking for their next meal.

"But soon I will be heading to another site to see if I can find more about the Yautja. From what I've managed to get from the last temple it seems that there is another clan of alien species called the Sangheili. Not sure what they are but with luck I can find out at the next site I visit". With that I turned off the old PDA and sucked the chemicals into a needle. Finding the right vein spot under my ribs I sent the chemicals throughout my body. Hissing at the mixing chemicals with my blood I sent the remaining mixture into my ears. Feeling the affects faster then I thought I opened a metal case and placed special goggles over my eyes. Using my walking stick I found my bed and tried to relax. But the pain was kicking my ass and it was causing my muscles to freak out. "Damn mom why didn't you tell me it would hurt this bad"?

I time the rumbling in my brain forced me to drift to sleep and I was glad cause that sucked. Feeling my chest I could tell it was daylight from the warmth I was feeling so I pushed off the bed. Feeling around my face I opened my eyes but to my surprise I could see well I could see in a colorless swirling black and white kind of way. Placing my hand in front of my face I saw that my hands was a murky gray and it was giving off a gray smoke. I was seeing in a kind of scent like fashion. Looking around different places in the room different scents had their own densities of gray, black or white. Gray was for living scents, black was from chemicals, and white was for natural scents. Smiling I put on my sunglasses and walked over to the window and opened it. I found that my senses where even greater now I heard a few voices from all the way in the courtyard. Looking down I saw two marines talking while they were on patrol.

Cracking my neck I walked to my room door and went off to find whom I would be escorting today. Inside the loading bay I was called over my a few marines. Marine, "Your Jace the new tracker right we need your help a few of the workers have gone missing since last night. But not from the group you took yesterday it from a group leaving an old site. Can you help us track down who might have done it". "No problem sir I came here to help be a wilderness guide so lets go". Marine, "Everyone into the drop ship and be ready no telling what's waiting for us". Once inside the ship it didn't take us long to get to the area of the site. Hovering over the ground we each jumped down to the ground. Getting clear the drop ship radioed the Sargent saying, "Radio me for pick up sir". Sargent, "Alright well keep the radio live… ok Jace anything"? Walking over to a murky gray pool I felt its contents.

"Blood still warm and from the drag marks they didn't come from an animal. *Sniff…sniff* Sir I've smelt this scent earlier but I know for sure that we have a Predator close by". Sargent, "What"! "Sorry it's been a while but two things have clued me in. One is that tree over their the bark didn't splinter the wood is cut clean through like a knife to butter. And two there's a guy's foot in that tree". Looking at where I was pointing the Sargent gritted his teeth. "Not to worry Sargent this is an unblooded Predator it's new to hunting and it thinks we're easy pickings". Sargent, "Is it still close by"? "From what I can smell no its not anywhere close. But from what I can tell it's got a bad habit of chewing on fresh twigs". Marine, "Sir plan"? "Let me draw it out and you take it by surprise". Marine, "But what if it's not alone"? Sargent, "That's why you got a smart gun marine you won't miss. Can you track it Jace"?

Sniffing the air I nodded and I asked them to follow behind me a good twenty feet. It was slowly getting dark and I could smell the scent growing as we walked. "Sargent use night vision I'll make a fire and look as if I'm going to make camp. Once it takes the bait you movie in then I pop off a flash grenade". Nodding Sargent gave the order and I found a nice log to on and start a fire. After a few sparks I started to warm my hands as I listened into the earpiece the Sargent gave me. Soon a loud huff caught my attention looking up there was the bulking brute that was starting his path as a hunter against humans. "So this makes the third time I've seen a Yautja in person my whole life. But unlike the others you're wet behind the ears and a little sloppy". The Yautja roared as I pulled the pin the grenade and ducked behind the log.

Hearing the sporadic fire of the smart gun and pulse rifles was dragging back out the memories of my time in battle. Looking up the Yautja had managed to avoid some of the bullets but it charged me. Sliding under his gauntlets blades I kicked his knee to stab into his shoulder. Grabbing my neck he growls and forces us both into the brush. Sargent, "JACE where are you"? "Try not to get stabbed". Holding the Yautja's fist he was trying to stab my neck but I managed to change its angle and imbedded it into a tree trunk. Pulling my sword free I slashed at his kneecap then stabbed the same legs thigh. Ducking under his fist I then sent a fast right into kneecap. Gripping the metal pole on his back it opened up into the Yautja's signature collapsing spear. Spinning it to his side he then tried to stab my chest. Deflecting and altering the angle of each stab I then kicked his chin. To follow up with a slash along his hip.

Sending a heavy left into my cheek the Yautja followed by stabbing my shoulder with a knife. Gripping his hand I lifted my legs and caught his arm in a hold. Forcing his weight forward I felt his elbow give to my weight but it didn't stop him from slashing my stomach with his spears head. Spinning my katana with both hands I heard the shouts of the marines getting closer. The Yautja growled and roared as he once more charged me. Ducking low I slashed upward and cut off his hand completely and caught his spear. Moving away from his foot I then stabbed him through the mouth with his spear. As he coughed and struggled for the last few moments he had I was surprised that he didn't have longer dreads. Soon the Sargent found me taking the Yautja's belt and his gauntlet. Sargent, "Mr. Jace I would like to ask you for those items". Turning to him I said, "Sorry Sargent but I beat him and he charged me I get claim to his stuff". Marine, "You work for the Weyland Y. any alien items and content got to them". "Sorry to tell you this marines but I don't have a contract I was asked to help you and the workers of this facility. All my pay is in my room so sorry to tell you but you have to talk to your boss".

Before the marines could say anything the Sargent said, "Leave it marines we'll have a talk with Ms. Steel we're heading back". Smiling I pulled my hoodie over my head as the raindrops began to fall. 'Such a lovely night for a walk in the rain'.

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