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(Extended History)
"Let's go - there's nothing left for us here." A verdant skinned woman stepped on a body and kicked it out of her way, the sound of gushing and splattering flesh echoing in the empty cave town. Behind her was a crew of smiliarly colored people. A tall, broad shouldered man clutched a tiny, trembling girl who was covering her eyes. The rest of the gang attempted to console her. "Darling," The blood-footed woman cooed, approaching the child. She ran her bloody fingers along her cheek. Black wispy tears fell from the little girl's eyes. "Do you want to come with us?" Eja clutched helplessly at the ends of her dirtied nightdress, beginning to wail. She buried her head in the woman's chest and wept for the loss of her clan.

The barren, red-rocked wasteland howled at the dead occupants, claiming their bodies in storm. The bounty hunters left silently, boarding a ship set for the vast expanses of space. A muscular man scooped up the little girl and placed her in a cushy chair. The brute offered a kind smile. All the little girl could do was sniffle and wipe her tears. Behind him was a tall, lanky man, curvy woman, and short old woman. They all had guns holstered to their hips. Some on their back, some strapped to thighs or shoes. Eja stared at the hilt of a knife by the side of the man's gun and began to tremble. "We're not going to hurt you, little one," The woman from before spoke, ruffling Eja's hair.

"Remind me why we didn't kill this kid again?" The tall one asked while picking at his ears. The woman kicked his shin. He hissed at her. It was then the eldest woman entered the room. "Little girl," She started, clearing her spindly throat. "What is your name?"

"E-Eja. Eja-Thesp." She spoke with an accent. The bulky man laughed. "She speaks like a Ynnthra," His chest bellowed when he chuckled. Eja simply looked confused and scared. The old woman clicked her teeth and shook her head. "You don't even know who those people are, do you?" The old lady's small voice was hoarse. It seemed as if she experienced difficulty speaking. Eja shook her head. It was the tall man's turn to speak, now.
"Maybe the kid's just dumb." He hissed again at a kick to the shin.
"Sarkoja! Cut that s**t."
"As soon as you stop being an idiot." He growled at her response.

"Eja-Thesp, we are bounty hunters. Are you familiar with what we do and who we are?" She shook her head. The old woman smiled. "My name is Pimalia. The tall woman to the side of you is Sarkoja. The large older man to your left is Talu, and the other one is Zad. We're very pleased to meet you." Eja nodded slowly and sniffled, wiping her inky eyes. Sarkoja produced a handkerchief and offered it to the small girl. She gladly accepted and began wiping her face. "Are you afraid of us, child?" The aged man asked. Eja didn't respond immediately. She looked down at her feet with trembling lips.
"No," She said softly. The curvy martian spoke up, steel eyes on their guest. "Then why do you tremble, girl?" Black eyes meet the hardened ones of the woman. "Because I'm never going to see my family again," She said softly, sniffling. Talu pat her head.

"It's okay, E.T. We're all orphans here."

The crew smiled at her nickname. But she just cried.

It was the Martian genocide of Tumug'lach. The queen had declared war on their sister family due to a conflict of heir. The king assassinated his wife in the name of the Ynnthra clan, a people composed of pale-faced green creatures with raven black eyes. The majority population were the Tumu-qu'er, similar in body and skin, but very different in speech and gaze. They started the revolution, claiming those of the Ynnthra hostile, claiming they were of tainted blood and needed to be eliminated. The revolution had begun, and there was no turning back. More so than any other race, the Tumu-qu'er were creatures of battle and strength. Their previous Ynnthra comrades were scholars and artisans. Together, they made a formidable force. Apart, they raised hell.

The remaining Ynnthra rose with new weapons designed to out-do any barbaric action of the Tumu-qu'er. But what the Tumu-qu'er lacked in brains, they made up for in battle aptitude. No one knew war terrain like them. The new technology paled in comparison to their strategic prowess. At the height of this new faction were the Bounty Hunters. Known as the Strettas, or "Reaping people." Honorable fighters from each family who dedicated their lives to their work of travel and seeking. But to the common-folk of Mars, they were brute killers. If the Strettas wanted your head, there was nothing to keep them from finding you. Time passed, war raged on. And throughout the bounty hunters' exile, they began disappearing. War-lords eliminated Strettas people of the opposite faction. Peasants refused to serve them out of fear. There was no place for the killers until there came a tipping point.

The new dictator of the Tumu-qu'er ordered every single Ynnthra beheaded and killed when seen. He ordered their eyes plucked and delivered to his castle. The age of the bounty hunters rose once more, and the clan was nearly wiped out - save for the ones in hiding. The careful few who wished to live in peace. Those who bred the new race, Wix'ahr, a mix between the Tumu-qu'er and Ynnthra. Indecipherable from their Ynnthra brethren, save for their unique athletic bone structure and savaging war teeth. The dictator offered all of his fortune to the person or group of hunters who could exterminate the scum. But they were a master race. Athletic, intelligent, and keen. They had everything both races wanted and more. They were superior, and the Wix'ahr Strettas were born. Assassins of the night, feared and envied by all. They were the elite of the elite. But the common folk of the Wix'ahr, those who were not part of this group, diminished. The Wix'ahr Strettas, with their eyes set of vengeance, forgot about their clan, and left them in the dust. The common folk turned on their kin. They became Tumu-qu'er radicalists who gouged their eyes and pledged allegiance to the Tumu-qu'er dictator in order to kill the rebels. An entire nation's anger against a group of elite people who knew they were out-matched. They went into the shadows, but the powerful remained.

One by one, the lost, betrayed clan slaughtered their kin, their families. In quiet, the Tumu-qu'er radicalists were the first to fall. Then came the Ynnthra, until all that was left were the Wix'arh in hiding. And even they weren't safe.
For when the Wix'ahr Strettas were being massacred fighting for their people, their kin offered no help. Their kin watched them die to the hands of the people they hated most, because they were cowards.

Through hate and pillaging, constant killing and wars, the planet became barren of life. Cities collapsed into the dust, bathed in blood. And all that was left were the bounty hunters.

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"Eja-Thesp, I need you to listen to me." Pimalia winced and clutched at her side, staring at E.T endearingly. She'd become a fine woman. Curvaceous and beautiful, powerful and feared. The bounty hunters were all that were left of the Martians. Only the highly trained Wix'ahr Strettas. E.T was the last Wix'ahr Strettas to come from Mars. All the others were kin of the original bounty hunters.

"The rest of the Wix'ahr Strettas, do you know what happened to them shortly after we recruited you?"
Eja shook her head, suddenly feeling tears dot her eyes. Gunshots and screams were echoing all throughout the ship.
"We had to kill them," Pimalia whispered, coughing up blood. "They were coming for you. They were coming for us, they thought we were traitors. You need to go someplace safe. You need to leave this place, this bloodshed."
"I won't. I won't leave."
"Then you will die."
"I would rather die than live out my life as a coward."
Pimalia's eyes became filled with tears. "Heed my words, Eja. You are the last kin. They won't just kill you. They'll do everything they can to exploit you. They know that you are not one of us. They know you are not of bounty hunter kin. They think you a traitor," E.T closed her eyes and shook her head. "Where do I go? I have no place to go," Her tears dripped onto Pimalia's face.
"Find Mother Earth. There are other specie there. There are people you can befriend. You can be anew. You don't have to be a Wix'ahr there. You can be Eja-Thesp. Only you. No one has to know of your past."
"But what about the bounty hunters?"
Pimalia embraced her. "Darling, our time of hateful killing has come to pass. They will find you here, or they will die in their journey. Zad and Talu have planted bombs. Here, Sarkoja wanted you to have these. I want you to have my knife." E.T's tears would not stop flowing, now.
"Zad and Talu have given me their dog tags to give to you, so you can remember us. We want you to be happy, get away from all this violence. You don't have to live in fear anyone. None of us expected this to happen so soon...But we hunters have always been fueled by vengeance, what little of us are left." Pimalia wiped E.T's tears away and laughed weakly as the younger woman trembled against her.
"Why do you tremble, child?"
"I can't stand to leave my family once more," She whispered before being pushed away with her things.
"We are always with you. In our teachings. In our words."

A shuttle was dispatched and Eja was the only member, catching a one-way ticket to her new life. When she arrived on Earth, she sought out an underground communion of alien specie and other races, strange and outcasted. She told them she was a simple Martian visiting. They didn't know of the adversity. She never left. E.T grew with the people of Earth, showed them her ways of learning, her abilities. She grew special to the few who knew her, but the agelessness of her specie surpassed what she knew of Earth's people. They died time and time again. Eja watched them go, with few specie staying behind to continue on with her.