*Chapter 1*

Bak'ub stared out into the jungles of his home. He was head warrior of his tribe and carefully searched for any sign of danger. His mandibles clicked together quietly and he looked over at his hunting group. There stood his second, Setg'in. Looking back out to the vast jungle, he huffed and stood. Something was not right. The air seemed…deadly. He inhaled and balled his fists. It was a scent Bak'ub knew all too well. He had nearly died fighting a kiande amedha for his required fight. It was a fight that made him…well, a man. Bak'ub slid down his mask and jumped down from the ledge that he and his party had watched over on. Setg'in looked at Bak'ub questioningly but followed. Seg'in had yet to reach maturity but he had already shown to be a promising warrior. Bak'ub's mandibles clicked and he faced the younger male. "Kiande amedha." Was all he needed to say before the other four males hissed their distaste. With quick directions, they each split off into groups of two to search for the said creature. One with hard meat, a Xenomorph if you will. "Where?" Setg'in asked in their language, his eyes scanning the trees for any sort of movement.

Bak'ub shook his head. He wasn't one for speech. In fact, he rarely spoke which was one of the reasons why the elders had taken such a liking to this Yuatja. However, a snap of a branch caused both to freeze and look around, Bak'ub with his sivk'va-tai, a plasmacaster, and Setg'in with his bhrak-chei, a spear, given he had yet to become a true warrior. "Follow scent to the left, I'll take right." He whispered, his mandibles clicking with each word of their language. It was a brutish language and one all Yuatja were proud of. Now alone, Bak'ub jumped into a nearby tree with ease, his powerful legs extending to their fullest to propel him upwards with the gracefulness of a leopard. He switched visions in his mask and looked around for the all too familiar body shape. He found nothing. Of course, that was to be expected. These creatures were masters of hiding and blending. With the setting sun, it would be a challenge to locate the monster but it would not be hard to kill. Bak'ub had killed plenty in the last few years but he was more worried about Setg'in. He was…inexperienced to say the least.

With a small growl, Bak'ub leapt to a nearby tree and continued this pattern, seemingly gliding along the branches and leaves of his planets' trees. Feeling the adrenaline that raced through his veins elicited an excited chitter. A crack of a branch broke this moment of bliss and his head snapped to the side, causing his locks to smack the side of his mask with a clink. It only took a few seconds to locate what had caused the branch to snap, well, more like whom. This confused Bak'ub. It was an Ooman and this Ooman smelled like a Kiande amedha. The Ooman looked around frantically before dashing off further into the jungle, Bak'ub right on their trail in the trees. It wasn't not hard to keep up. In fact, it was too easy. He growled lowly and grabbed his sivk'va-tai. A Ooman was not worthy of a bhrak-chei . However, before Bak'ub could even get the chance to jump down to attack, the Ooman looked upwards. Their facial features were…different. It looked more Kiande amedha than human and this confused Bak'ub. Rather than having a flat face, it had an elongated skull, one that Bak'ub had not noticed while chasing it.

In fact, the only thing Ooman about this creature was the fact it had breasts, quite large ones at that. Bak'ub snarled and jumped from his perch in the trees, landing with a loud thud. The creature hissed and glared at Bak'ub. It was odd to him. It seemed to have small, beady eyes… They seemed almost Ooman. The two snarled at each other and the Kiande amedha/ Ooman carefuly circled Bak'ub staring intently at him. This beast still had that sleek black exoskeleton as the purebred Kiande amedha but was more close to grey than black. It's claws were smaller and its height was definitely much shorter than a purebred. Bak'ub hissed and decided to take his mask off, setting it down beside a tree. The creature watched him, its tail swishing. He would kill this abomination and bring it back to the elders for examination. The circling seemed to never end until the creature decided to lunge at Bak'ub, digging it's sharp claws into his shoulders.

Bak'ub roared out in pain and through it against a nearby tree. The creature screeched and lashed its tail, barely missing the Yuatja's arm. Bak'ub studied the body of the creature and clicked his mandibles together. They once again hissed at each other and the creature lunged again, this timeee, pinning Bak'ub down. Bak'ub was not happy with this, at all… So he roared in anger, plunging a dagger into the creatures' side. It screeched in pain and a dull green liquid oozed out. It wasn't toxic…just odd colored. Bak'ub froze. This was definitely a different creature. He shoved it off of him and it stood, wobbling on its legs. Bak'ub studied and it whined before collapsing unconscious. Looking around, he picked up the creature and carried it deeper within the woods and into the forbidden areas. This was where no tribe on the planet, which was not a lot mind you, could enter for it was believed to be cursed. Bak'ub easily patched the wounds and tended to himself, hissing from his shoulders. He would figure out what exactly this thing was before sending it to the elders..