Graf,
Yautja,
17 years ago
Graf stood overlooking the scene below him. It was pure chaos, and he liked it that way. To be seen and heard is a sin, but when chaos ensues, one can strike swiftly and decisively, but more importantly, without notice. He pulled a smartdisk out of his belt and activated it. He looked at the disk and then threw it into the crowd of xenomorphs and humans below him. This only added to the carnage, which was his origional plan anyways. As the blade cut a swathe through both species below, and the xeno blood spattered the streets and destroyed any evidence of the humans ever fighting, the disk made it's way back to Graf's hand. He caught, deactivated, and stored the disk in one swift movement. A normal routine for a lone hunter like him. He still looked for those of his own kind that would accept him as a hunter, and would even teach him to become a clan warrior. Although he has hunted for most of his life, he was still young and has some trouble making friends. He activated his camo and turned around to stand face-to-face with a xenomorph. He rolled to the left and unlatched his combi-stick Simultaneously, extending it in his crouched form. The Xeno struck with his second jaw but Graf moved his head and struck with his combi-stick. The Xeno's head was ripped to shreds by the powerful blow, ending the fight and denying him of a trophy. 'I musn't hit so high up, it crushes the skull... Well I should move on,' he said to himself. He re-ativated his camo and started running into the forest behind him, unknowingly being stalked by two hybrids... Or they thought they were unknown...
Graf Jumped into a tree, turned, and fired his plasma caster, tearing the first to shreds. 'Not a very smart creature, and they share our blood... A disgrace' He said out loud for the second hybrid to hear. It however was smarter, it jumed into the tree neighboring his and tried to lunge at him, rolling into Graf's movements. Graf fired and missed as the prey struck with its claws, digging into Graf's forearms. Luckily for him, his wristblades were on the same arm. Graf gave the hybrid a powerful uppercut and extended his wristblades, spearing the predalien through the head. At this time, he was falling towards the ground and impacted so hard, it made a small crater in the ground. Graf's vision slowly faded away, but he had enough time to see the ship come into the atmosphere...
(This part is new since I was accepted into the clan)
The ship was that of the Hunter's Moon. A yautja clan that has had a growing reputation. The shp had picked up his signature and had believed that he was one of their own. Obviously, they were wrong. The ship came close to the surface and a ramp extended towards the ground. Five predators walked out and gathered up Graf's body.
"He is breathing, that is a good thing."
"Who is he?"
"Isn't he one of ours?"
"No, he can't be, everyone was on the ship... Hmm"
"Take him to ScarredShadow, now"
"Yes Sir!"
The predators brought Graf's body into the ship and carried him to a small, well lit room, wher a large predator was waiting. "Is this the signature we picked up?" ScarredShadow asked. "Yes sir, he was found unconsious next to a predalien body, he also shows evidence of many xenomorph kills. He must be blooded." One of the other predators said.
"Is he of Balatu?"
"We don't have any reason to believe so, we think he is a solo hunter."
"Leave him here and get me a medicomp, now!"
"Yes sir!"
The predators left Graf's prone form and went to get a medicomp for ScarredShadow. Graf's eyes cracked open and he tried to look around, but the room was too bright and it burned his retinas. As his vision became adjusted to his surrounding, he noticed something, something that reminded him of his father. It was the interior of a ship, but what was more nostalgic was the figure standing in front of him.
Before him was a large yautja, he must have been an elder. His eyes glowed white and there were slight scars over his body. He stood around 7'4 tall and was quite large. His left eye had a scar running through it and was staring at Graf with an interest.
"Who are you?"
"I... I am... I am Graf." he said feebily.
"Where did you get that mask? It is of the elder cast and you are no elder." Scarred inquired.
"It belinged to my father, a high ranking elder favored by the council." Graf breathed as he sat up.
"Your father? Hmm... What was his name?" Scarred asked.
"Siroh, also known as "Strike". He named me the "Strike Hunter". He died a few years ago against a battle with a hybrid queen." Graf said sadly.
"I see. Where is your clan now? Why aren't you with them?"
"I was kicked out because they believed that I should not be put in charge, even though it was my father's will that I become leader. I didn't care either way. I was only twenty at the time. Very young."
"Well you may stay with us for as long as you wish, but we will watch you closely. Ah here are some of our clanmates." He said nodding towards the door.
Just then the five predators re-entered the room with a medicomp. They stopped and bowed to ScarredShadow.
"This is Lone_Hunter2, Voltage3000, Secret_Hero, TheHunter, and concretehunter." He pointed to each of them respectively as he announced their names. They all nodded towards Graf.
"This is your new clanmate, Graf, treat him well." Scarred leaned over Graf and injected him with some healing solution and stood back up.
"You are lucky, we are actually on our way to a hunt as we speak, as a clan member you may participate. All your gear was placed next to a droppod down the lefthand corridor." Scarred said. Graf stood, thanked Shadow, and turned to walk to his gear. "Oh and Graf? Welcome to Hunter's Moon..."