My name is Nek'var or at least that's what the others call me. I am not sure what my true name is. My name now means the lost one and that's what I am. I was born on a planet called Reegis 9 my family was a nomadic group for a reason. One was the fact my family had unique abilities my father had telekinesis and my mother telepathy and so on and so forth. Unfortunately we landed on a planet seeded with Xenomorphs and my family was wiped out. I survived because I was broadcasting my hunger at the time so the queen thought I was part of her brood thus was I raised in part by the swarm.
The first years where easy but when I was nine the hunters attacked. Now with the time I had spent with the swarm my body had changed. My hands where now covered with a chitin like substance and my feet where harder than steel I could see in the dark as easily as I could see in the day. When these hunters came in they where going to take the queen and leave but they had a stowaway with my psychic abilities I made it look like I was not there. Now they may have not been able to see me but there ship could sense me quit easily so it alerted the others to my presence well they found me and where about to kill me when they realized that if I could get aboard they're ship and avoid them, then I was a asset that could be used. what they did not realize was I could understand what they where talking about but I was smart. I just watched and learned they first needed to find out if I could fight well they found out.
In the arena of the space ship
The lowest fighter was chosen to fight me. The only weapons allowed where fists and feet well that was fine for the others, I had another weapon, my mind. As the fight got under way the fighter who I called weld charged at me… but I was reading his mind I dodged a kick and threw a stone at his head. It connected the others laughed at the fighter and this made him furious. He charged again but this time I just held up my hand and he stopped. While the others where wondering why he had stopped I jerked my hand to the left and he flew in to the wall. Thus was my place in the pack assured that was five years ago. I now have traits of both, the blood sharing rights within a clan gave me the infrared sight the Predators a gifted with. I can see normally and in heat with these gifts the hunt began.
Some unnamed planet in the cat's eye nebula
The planet was hot, and I don't mean with heat alone, it was humid. It was a dammed sauna and I was not in a pleasant mood this was made abundantly clear when I crushed some alien rat thing with my mind. Now the Predators fear few if any thing at all but having a temperamental telekinetic around was one of the few things that would put them on edge and with good reason, there are not many who can kill with a thought alone. Now why are we on this steam table of a planet you may ask? Simple really, our dammed ship is on the frits. You may ask how can an advanced space ship go on the frits? There is a very simple answer to that question and it is… the fact that I am traveling with beings that would rather shoot the nearest mechanic that ask them to fix the ship. Hence my current predicament, and lousy disposition. Now don't get me wrong I like the jungle as much as the next guy but the heat and the moister where getting to me add the fact the the planet had two suns and you begin to understand my ire.