AVP Ultimate Prey 30

"Quanto tempo essas paredes resistem?" a woman asked.

"Tem que rezar para que aguentem tempo suficiente," a man responded.

Bo'kui could not understand ooman speech but his universal translator lit up with one of the markers he'd saved in his memory. Portuguese. The same language spoken by the oomans in the strangely named human city, Rio-something, whose defeat of his ancestor had brought away disgrace to his family. A mighty hunter had been led in chains, declared a Bad Blood by his own that day, and the
scandal had forever marked Bo'kui's family.

Translations filled his bio-helmet's inner screen. The oomans were discussing strategy-the woman questioning, the man giving orders. Around him, the drones sensed the static and heard the voices, zeroing in on the source of the noise and closing to attack the nearest structure with renewed frenzy. Foolish oomans, Bo'kui thought. Stupid to use open comms in the midst of a hunt. Such prey deserved to be hunted. They lacked the cunning and wisdom of more worthy prey.-pg.234 chpt.8