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Yautja targeting lasers flickered here
and there, spears of light arcing across shining black carapaces, finding their targets, blasting them to pieces, and then moving on. Wielding tridents and battle spears, bladed limbs and throwing stars, crossbows and maces, the warriors surged forward to meet their enemies head-on. With each kill the Yautja let out distinctive roars of
triumph, until Jiango came to recognize different voices, and different kills.

And there was Kalakta. The Elder.

Throughout the chaos-moving across the docked
ships, the sudden explosion and decompression, and
the sustained Xenomorph assault-Jiango witnessed the creatures' reverence for one of their party. Tall, regal, and patently older than the other Yautja, still he retained a grace in battle that was almost beautiful to watch. The other warriors didn't huddle around him to protect him, because their honor and sense of power wouldn't allow
them to denigrate him so. But they glanced at him now and then, even while fighting, as if keen to impress him with each kill. Elder Kalakta made many kills of his own.-pg.309 chpt.28