I do not own Monster hunter, as well I shouldn't. Leave it to the experts.
Told entirely by the Ace Commander.
Spoilers for the plot, all of it.
The Commander was in the lead of the four ships sent to intercept the Dah'ren Mohran before it approached the guilds base. his other Aces on the boats following nearby. as soon as it came into view he put his plan in action, they subdued and repelled the drill headed leviathan just before it could do any damage to the guild, and now they would go ashore and reap the benefits.
At least, that's what he thought would happen.
What really happened, was that by the time they got back after ensuring the Mohrans departure, the news was that a rookie hunter had repelled it alone, in the buff. according to the posters they were very rugged individual, and had since become the Capital C Caravans hunter. having met the elder fellow who ran the caravan, and how well he had brought up his own Ace Lancer, that they would be perfectly fine in the long haul... but despite how humble he was, the Commander felt a bit upset about the lack of recognition, but even he was not foolish enough to let the concerns be shown, besides there was work to be done.
Just earlier the guild had recounted the Aces the mission of tracking down and hunting a strange, undocumented monster that seemed to have a part in some strange monster activity. dubbed the "Gore Magala" he knew to expect the worst. and dawdling on his thoughts would get them nowhere, summoning his companions, the Ace gunner and the older Ace Lancer, their Cadet off managing his equipment. probably badly.
"Now then... the most recent sightings have been in the ancestral step. Gunner, you would go there while we go ahead to Dundorma and ask for more current information. we should meet again by the end of the month."
After the month had passed with no fortune, they received word from the guild that the Gore Magala was traveling over the sea towards Cathar. making haste to the closest port to take action, Being Harth. however good tiding are always bringing fishy business, the Caravan with the "Kindred Hunter" had taken residence there for the time being, Bringing forth many stories of the Lancers old Palico, Ace. whom had stayed with the Caravan instead of join the Aces. the Commander never understood why that was the case, even the Palicos own name suggested that he join. but now we're off topic. the Palico Ace had joined the "Kindered Hunter" now, and despite the good word of the hunter. he always remembered the day with the Mohran, feeling a bit spiteful whenever the lancer spoke.
After arriving in Harth and saying their tedious hellos, they were able to restock their vessel properly. causing confusion s they were already planning on building a new one for the Caravan. a good idea, but he disliked the idea of the hunter traveling abroad with only so little hours ticked by, the Lancer talking to his old friends, the Gunner conversing with the locals, and surprisingly, their very own Cadet not making a fool out of himself, as had become his habit. The Commander. discussing things of severity when attention shifted to the armored figure who had just returned from a hunt. the armor seemed very manageable. Basic Nerscylla gear dyed Yellow. giving it a bright golden look, and a decently up kept insect glaive made of the same Arachnid.
After being introduced with titles instead of names, he felt himself let it spill bluntly. telling the inexperienced hunter all about how they weren't prepared for what would happen and not to overestimate themselves, because on the caravan. them screwing up would result in multiple people getting hurt. a lesson he had been made to learn early on and one he remembered every time he defended Dundorma. He didn't care if he came off as cruel. what he said wasn't selfish either. He was a good friend of the the Lancer was a friend of their Caravan, so in his eyes, he was defending those he thought would be in danger if an arrogant hunter was to defend them.
"...I understand your concerns. I hadn't realized I had become so full of myself..." the Kindred hunter had been... Humble in their response. despite how muffled their voice was by the armors helm he could definitely tell they were regretful of actions that the Commander had only presumed to be true. after what had been said, he had difficulty keeping the same opinion of the hunter, they were not arrogant. they were humble. more humble than the Commander had thought he was himself. deciding to avoid their hunter was the best choice.
After everything was taken care of and Goodbyes were said, the Aces climbed aboard and started their massive quest to track the powerful monster down. and from past experience going into the storm seemed like a good idea. if only for finding their target quickly. with their gunner at the wheel any storm would be safe enough to cross through with enough caution, but on the wind they heard the sounds of combat between person and monster, which made no sense as of how far they were from any land source, the sound got louder and louder until they saw exactly what they were looking for. the Black Dragon itself, flying circles around a boat that looked oddly like a Leviathan, only when they got closer were they able to recognize the Capital C Caravans symbol painted onto the side, with a silent curse to himself as he saw their hunter, in the same gear fighting the Magala with desperation. speeding up to assist them, they were able to not only interfere the Magala, but collide with it head on as it was about to charge down their hunter, whom had been knocked onto the deck forcefully by the black terror.
Before they could pursue the Magala, it flew off, not hurt enough to disappear completely though. as from closer inspection, several holes had been punctured through the side of the caravans hull and their hunter was very poor for wear. their armor wasn't good enough to hold back the Magalas claw and had torn up their right shoulder. changing their objective temporarily, they brought they're ship aground in Cheeko Sands. forcing their Wyverian smith and the Harth human they had picked up just that day, to get to work on repairing it. the Commander was conversing with he caravaneer about their damages when they were interrupted by the elderly adventurer turning around and saying "Ah there she is!"
The hunter was walking besides the Guild Marm,
"Come on doodle! you can't heal like this!"
"I'm sorry! but I can't spend another day stuck in there, I'd go crazy!"
the hunter had a hitch in their step, they were clearly in a lot of pain as they approached. the Commander took the opportunity to discuss how unprepared that they were for an attack on the sea. and with every word their hunter sank slightly, once he was done scolding them, he explained about their quest to hunt the Magala for the guilds researchers and about how they should be grateful for the rescue. after dwelling on it for a bit the hunter stood up straight and removed their helm, holding it under their arm.
What looked back at him stunned him. the Hunter he had looked down on was actually a huntress, and more than that she was the most stunning woman he had ever laid eyes on, a beautiful young woman with radiant light skin, Long shiny Brown hair rested just on her shoulders with a braid across the back similar to his own, and deep clear Hazel Eyes that he would have been lost in if not for the others around, and a nose that lacked any visible flaws. she was so fair and so clean, that if this was the first time ever meeting her that he'd assume she was a powerful and wealthy lady of a kingdom, like those he'd gotten so many capture quests from in the past. the only things that betrayed her beauty was a thin scratch at the base of her chin that led to her neck, and the entire patch of skin around her right eye had been much lighter than the rest, reaching halfway across her upper face, knowing from experience that it was a large scar that had healed when she was smaller.
"I'm very sorry that I failed your simple request, Ace Commander. I am also thankful that you bothered to help us aground. Thank you."
The Kindred hunter made a short bow, that he could tell by her posture was incredibly painful, after words she turned around and made her way back to the boat where her quarters were, the helm still in hand and the limp in her step. betraying everything he had just seen. the Elegant beauty he had just seen had been Humble and hesitant, not afraid to show their weakness to the world. everything he thought they weren't before, yet she didn't deny his accusations, as wrong as they were. He knew already that this first impression was one that he'd regret.