Sitting on his throne, Yeyin N'yaka-de, Elder Yautja and Leader of Clan Nracha-dte Yin'tekai, made a decision. He knew Dhi'ki-de was coming for him soon. He was very old, even for a Yautja Elder, and wanted to secure the future of Nracha-dte. He told one of his guards to perform Ka'rik'na, The Summoning of other Yautja. He called upon his son, Kha'bj-te Thar'n-da. He wanted his own blood to take over his clan. He waited for his son to return from a Kv'var, a Hunt. Reports of a Serpent hive had surfaced, and he went to take care of the infestation. His son was an honorable warrior, and should return soon.
Kha'bj-te Thar'n-da, heir to Nracha-dte Yin'tekai, headed back to his ship. His father had summoned him, and he was on his way. He dealt with the Serpent issue, bringing the Queen's head along with him. He had discarded his Dai-shui, or mask, as it was dented battling the Serpents. He heard noise from the brush behind him, and spun. He arched his back and flared his mandibles, showing rage. He roared, calling out to anything that might be watching him.
A Super Predator exploded from the brush, maskless. Kha'bj-te ran into the beast, shoving him back, issuing a challenge. He flared his mandibles, watching his opponent do the same. He extended his Dah'kte, or wrist blades. His combat spear, or Ki'cti-pa, had been destroyed battling the Queen. His opponent stood, extending his own Dah'kte. The Super Predator charged, arm raised. He came down with his blades, and Kha'bj-te came up. The clash of blades rang out through the planet. Kha'bj-te pushed up, using his abnormal strength to shove his enemy back. He used the opening to slash the enemy's chest. His blood ran from the wound, coating the earth. His enemy roared, swinging upward. Kha'bj-te came down, cracking his enemy's blades. His enemy drew an al'Nagara, or long sword, from his hip. Kha'bj-te kept his mandibles flared, angered. The enemy came down diagonally, and Kha'bj-te jumped back. He came down with his wrist blades, aiming for his enemy's face. His enemy was faster, however, and brought his blade up.
It sliced through Kha'bj-te's finger, arm, and wrist blades, using the small gap in between them. Kha'bj-te roared in pain, his arm nearly cut in half. He drew his last weapon, a Taun-dcha, or gun. It was from Earth, the planet that housed the Oomans. He pulled the trigger, stunning the enemy. He pulled the trigger again, causing the enemy to drop his weapon. He dropped the gun, as it only held two rounds, and picked up the al'Nagara. He swung, roaring. He cleaved his enemy's head in two. The body dropped to the ground, missing half a head. Kha'bj-te grunted, knowing taking half a skull was unhonorable. He heard more noise, and spun. A Super Predator exploded from the brush, Ki'cti-pa in hand. He threw the weapon, narrowly missing Kha'bj-te. Using the momentary weakness from dodging the spear, the Super Predator slammed his wrist blades through Kha'bj-te's chest. Kha'bj-te grunted in pain. The Super Predator lifted him in the air, slamming his weakened body to the ground. The life left Kha'bj-te instantly, not giving him time to activate his Self Destruct device. The Super Predator rolled Kha'bj-te over, inserting his wrist blades into Kha'bj-te's spine. He pulled them out, retracting them. He ripped out Kha'bj-te's spine and skull, roaring triumphantly. He dragged his body back to his ship. He set the ship on course for Predator Prime, the homeworld of the Yautja. Leaving the ship with his trophy, he watched the ship leave in glee.
Kha'bj-te's ship had returned, and Yeyin N'yaka-de waited for his son to exit the ship. The back door opened, and he exited not. Yeyin's guards rushed on, and found his body in the cockpit. They bowed their heads in respect before taking his body off the ship. Yeyin growled, angered at his son's death. He wanted revenge. But first, his son's funeral. A guard came up to him, presenting a piece of wood, with the Super Predator's symbol carved on it. Yeyin shook with rage, knowing who to destroy.
Kha'bj-te's funeral was grand, fitting enough for a king. The funeral pyre burned bright, and Yautja's heads hung in sadness. Yeyin N'yaka-de stood closet to the pyre, giving his son's funeral speech. "Kha'bj-te Thar'n-da was an honorable Kv'var-de. And his Dhi'ki-de shall not go unavenged. Dtai'k-dte sa-de nav'g-kon dtain'aun bpide nau'gkon dtain'aun bpi-de. Cetanu has come for him, and we cannot defeat Cetanu. His Bpi-de was inevitable. Today, we honor him with feasts and cheer. The next day, his Bhu'ja shall watch over us, waiting for the day his Dhi'ki-de is avenged. And his Dhi'ki-de shall be avenged! I swear by the Yin'tekai of Clan Nracha-dte Yin'tekai!" He roared, mandibles flared. Cheers rang out, and an honorable feast was held. Yautja drank C'nlip and ate meats of worthy enemies. They told stories of war, and victory. Yeyin sat back, thinking of how to avenge his son's death. As honorable as it would be, Yeyin himself was in no condition to avenge anyone. He was to old, and his body too weak. He needed his son to take over the clan, as his time was nearing it's end.
He was tired of the Super Predators, as they were one of the leading causes of Yautja death. He wanted to end them, and end them for good. He wanted one final battle with them, and he wanted Nain-destinje-de, absolute victory. He wanted to eradicate the entire race, and settle the blood feud for good. And he knew just who could do it. The only problem was, this Yautja left Yautja Prime. He left for a planet a hundred years ago, after he reached the rank of Spearmaster. He wanted to become the greatest hunter ever, and left to train himself beyond anything he'd ever seen. Yeyin knew this was the warrior he needed. He gathered his guards, and boarded a ship to the planet Serpent's Throne. The planet gained this name from the huge amount of Serpents that resided there. He hoped he could find this warrior and make it back home.
Yeyin and his guards landed their ship on the planet. Upon exiting, the guards drew their Ki'cti-pas. They expected swarms of Serpents to ambush them, but found nothing but found nothing. They pushed on, searching for any signs of life. They traveled large distances, and Yeyin became drowsy. The old Yautja wanted to rest, but couldn't take any chances. He wanted to avenge his son's death as soon as possible. They found a cave with Serpent skulls adorning the entrance. They figured this was where the Yautja had taken shelter. The Elder Clan Leader and his guards entered the cave, searching for signs of life. They found Xenomorph skeletons littering the cave. Hundreds of the creatures laid dead, some in pieces. He had become resistant to the creature's toxic blood, as most of the carcasses had been stripped of their meat. Yeyin had never seen a Yautja eat a Serpent, and was disturbed by it. They heard a noise at the cave's entrance, and they all spun.
The guards removed their Dai-shuis, spreading their mandibles. They heard a dark roar, and they raised their Ki'cti-pa higher. They prepared to throw their weapons, but they stopped mid-throw. Their shadows extended to the cave entrance, where the predator walked in. He wore no armor, and his flesh was heavily wounded. His wrist blades were worn, and rusted. He wore naught but a cloth over his groin. He carried no weapons, but could defeat them all. He was a master of the hand to hand arts, and off all weapons. He left with two Ki'cti-pas, but had none on him, likely destroyed from battle. He lost his plasma casters, and his blades, wrist and any other. He flared his mandibles at the guards, before walking past them to Yeyin. He placed his hand on the elder's shoulder, and shook him. The action was a greeting, and Yeyin returned the gesture.
The guards were unfrozen, and they lowered their weapons. The Yautja looked at Yeyin, held tilted in curiosity. "Yeyin N'yaka-de of Clan Nracha-dte Yin'tekai. What brings you here to Serpent's throne?" He asked, dark green eye never leaving Yeyin. Yeyin nodded in respect of the Spearmaster. "Ki'cti-pa N'yaka-de Halkrath N'ritja of the now extinct Clan Nan-de Than-guan. It is an honor to meet you. I have come with a proposition for you." Yeyin said, watching the Spearmaster. Halkrath's head tilted more. "Oh? And what would that be?" He asked. Yeyin clicked his mandibles together in regard. Halkrath repeated the action. "My son has been killed by the U'darahje. I would like to ask your help to eradicate them all. I am older than any other Yautja has been, and have fought them my whole life. You are the greatest warrior the Yautja have ever seen. You have completed nine hive cleansings, killing twenty seven Serpent Queens, and twenty seven hundred Serpents off all kinds. Not counting the hundreds of Serpents here. You are a master off all Yautja weapons, minus the ones the Council Of Ancients have. It would be the greatest honor if you could give all Yautja Nain-destinje-de against the U'darahje." he explained. Halkrath tilted his head back in curiosity. A worthy challenge for him. He was a Spearmaster, yes, but he was truly a Shaman. He knew ancient Yautja techniques, from the times before Plasma. He agreed, and left with Yeyin.
He returned to the Yautja homeworld. He was given new armor, and weapons. He was given Wrist Blades, Arm blades, a net gun, a plasma pistol, two plasma casters, a short and long sword, and a mass array of shuriken. He was also given two Ki'cti-pa and a spear gun, and lastly, a small pouch of Chakt-ra. Halkrath also attached remote controlled explosives on his dreadlocks. He boarded a small ship to the home of the Super Predators, learning that they share it with the Serpents, and a group of more aggressive red Serpents. He was to kill all of the Super Predators, and any serpents in his way. Before he boarded, Yeyin said one last thing to him. "Payas leitjin-de Hma'mi'de" he had said, meaning 'remember the gods' practice.' He nodded, ready for anything. He landed his ship, remembering what his sire had said to him before he had passed on. "Thin-de le'hsaun 'aloun'myin-de s' bpi-de gka-de hou-depaya" and he had learned the gift off all sights. But he was here to finish the dance of the fallen Yautja. He would kill everything. He exited his ship, and charged into uncharted lands, out for blood.