Authors Note: Okay so this is my first story so give me feedback on what you think. I take any positive criticism, but just keep respectful please. If you have any ideas on how the story may go give me them and I may incorporate them in. Also this will have a romance between my two OCs and Scar and Lex. I will have some lemons here and there and will try to be as on cannon as possible. So without further ranting, let's get to the story.

All I could hear was the stillness of the air in the corridors. I sat up from my incubator and looked around the room that I was held in. I only saw a hue of blue light coming from the panel on the wall and from the one next to me. I remembered how I got here, in this small room. My master had locked me away in here long ago, I remember him and his brothers fighting off the horde of hard meats that swarmed the pyramid. They fought viciously, taking down one hard meat after the next. He was the only Elite among them, so naturally he took the head of the spear in battle. "Pax! Are you only going to watch or are you going to join the hunt?" Master Cane had light hardness to his voice. I was and am the only human that he had trained for the hunt. The other Yautja may not have agreed with it, but they never voiced this to Cane out of respect. I rose from my perch on top of the stone temple table and unsheathed my short sword, R'ka (Fire), and my dagger, Kwei (Sly), both of which were fashioned from hard meat bones by Cane and given marks for each passing trial.

"Spare some hard meats for me master." I then flicked up my hood, which was made of the body mesh that all Yautja wear and laced with a hard meats hide to deflect their acidic blood. All of my clothing was made that way, from my vest to my trousers. My boots were also made of a hard meat's front head and jaw. I also sported bracers covered in the hide as well, and that only had one blade coming out horizontal instead of two vertical. I also had custom smart discs that could fit my hands that rested across my chest strap. "Come ooman, let us see how well you've trained." Called one of the Young Bloods. I grinned and placed my mask on, it was flat and had defined eye brow ridges, cheeks, and a notched chin. I ran into the fray,weapons drawn and brandished to kill as I released an inhuman roar at the monsters before me.

I sliced and dashed as I continued to move forward through the horde of hard meats. Luckily my bracers also had built in gauntlets to cover my hands from the acid blood as well, completing my armor and clothing. I was impervious to their spilled life blood as I hacked away at each and every one of them as they came at me. Once the fighting was finished, Cane came up behind me as I drove my dagger through a hard meat warrior's head. "Pax! Come here." I sheathed my weapons and immediately walked over to my master and knelt on one knee. "Rise boy, you have slain dozens of hard meats this day, most of them warriors." He clicked his mandibles thoughtfully as he spoke. "You are no longer my apprentice or my servant. This day you are blooded into the Crescent Moon Clan, and you shall receive the mark."

I was dumbfounded and couldn't speak. I bowed and handed over my mask when Cane extended his hand. He took a hard meat's finger and burned the clan's symbol on to the forehead of my mask. He knelt down from his great height of nine feat and also burned the symbol on to my cheek. I grunted, but nothing more. "Good, now follow me." I did as told and clipped my mask to my belt.

We entered into a room that served for training young bloods and unblooded yautja. Cane then spoke in the native tongue of my people, "Abierto," then displayed armor pieces that were shining a dark purple. "This was fashioned from a Queen's crest, the shoulder pads extend and cover your chest ad meet at your naval." Cane then approached the armor. "The knee and leg pads are made of our finest and strongest metals, they too are covered in a Queen's hide." He turned to me and gestured with his head for me to come. "The center piece connects to your shoulder pieces and wraps around your back." I looked over the armor with awe.

"Put it on." Is all he said with a stern grin. I obliged and dawned the gear. It felt smooth and light weight, as if nothing was on me at all. Years of hard work, training, and endless trials ranging from hard meat hunts, trails of endurance while being chased by hell hounds, and even being sent to hunt and kill Bad Bloods. I looked up at Cane and smiled. "Thank you ma-, I mean Cane. For everything." Before he could speak a loud screech echoed down the hall. We rushed out and found a group of praetorians slaughtering our hunting party. I drew my wrist blades to fight, but Cane grabbed me and ran into another room. "Wait, I can fight!" Cane ignored my protests and continued on.

He pressed the codes to lock the door in the panel, then put in more codes to open up a hidden door on the other side of the room. Inside incubators lined the walls, he placed me in one and strapped me down. "I promised your mother that I would protect and care for you Pax, after she died." He then typed in codes into the panel next to the incubator. "If I don't return to you, then you will awaken millenia from now. May Paya guide you well." Banging could be heard in the other room. He turned to me, and never before now did I see that old goat cry with a saddened expression on his mandibles. "I never told you this, but your mother told me to wait till your eighteenth cycle." He looked at the ground and spoke. "The reason you're so fast, strong, and heal so fast. The reason I took you in and raised you, and trained you. Is because I'm your genetic father." I was stunned, I never knew this, I looked human, but was physically superior to other humans, but never had I thought this.

Cane stood up, "You have her brown eyes, black hair, and chocolate skin." He grinned, "but keep that warrior heart, you'll need it for the long road ahead." The banging increased, and Cane moved to the open door. "Wait! You can get in a pod too! Save yourself!" I cried, he shook his head. "No Pax, a warrior's fate awaits me and my kin. Except for you, my son." He gave a very warm smile and typed in the codes to close the door. "Wait! No, I can help!" I struggled hard against my restraints. The lid of my incubator began closing slowly. "Don't leave me!" All I saw was a glimpse of a praetorian rush in and attack my ever defiant teacher. The lid and the door shut as I saw Cane strike one down with his wrist blades. I immediately felt tired as a gas poured in to my incubator, causing me to breath slow. The last thing I remember hearing was an ever defiant roar in my head.

That was all I remembered before I awoke. I sat up and stretched my limbs and heard multiple pops from my joints. I threw my legs out and over the incubator and made my way over to the panel on the wall. I typed in a code to open the door, luckily it opened slowly with a grinding noise and a creek as it opened. The room was dark so I dawned my mask to see. I immediately regretted it. Against the wall lay Cane's corpse, his bones and armor were all that remained. Around him lay the corpses of praetorians and warriors. "Never die easy." I said, as I remembered his first lesson to me when he took me in. I walked over to him and bowed my head in respect. "May Paya guide your bhu'ja in the after life." With that I dawned my hood and made my way to the door. "Let's see how much my home has changed."