"Cryptosporidium 112, reporting for duty!" Said the newly-cloned Crypto. Pox turned to face the new model. "Crypto, how did you die? I lost contact with you while you were on the planet." Crypto tried to remember his predecessor's fate. "It's all a blur. Some….cloaked thing stabbed me- I mean him- I mean….damn, this cloning thing gets confusing." Pox nodded in slight agreement. "So you didn't see what killed him. Fascinating. A creature that can bend the light around them, giving the illusion of invisibility, could posses technology greatly superior to the Furon empire! And thus, would make an excellent ally." Crypto scratched his head. "How does that ally thing work with them killing me on sight?" Pox sighed, realizing the flaw in the plan. "Well, maybe they just didn't know what we could offer is all. We just need to show ourselves as not enemies, and the Furon Empire will be stronger than ever. Now, I will arrive on the planet myself, with you as my bodyguard, and we will make peace with the…. What should we call this species?" Crypto thought for a second. "Well, forget that for now. We need to meet them first, and ask questions about them to their faces." "Very well, Crypto. Let us prepare the saucers!"
Devin followed the line of the other humans into a giant metal box. Whenever a predator from this tribe finds a human child, they return them to their home planet, and raise them in training camps to become mighty warriors. Now that Devin had turned 16, him and the rest of the humans in his camp were heading to the youngblood initiation area, where they would help the youngbloods become blooded. Devin knew barely anyone else in the line. It was better that way. Self-survival was the only thing that mattered in this world. After all the humans were in the metal box, the door closed, and a light turned on. There were three predators in the room, guarding each other. Making sure no one stepped out of line. Eventually, the predator on the left reached for a package on the wall. He started going down the line, handing out a set of weapons to each human. The weapons handed out were a large combat knife, a heavy pistol, and a pulse rifle. The pistol had two extra clips, but the pulse rifle had only one. They were also handing out USCM-Grade body armor. Devin didn't dare think of where they got it from. After Devin got his items, the man next to him, upon receiving his gun, pointed it upwards at the guard's face. He pulled the trigger, but the predator used his reflex to grab the gun, point it away from him, causing the gun to hit the wall behind him. The predator then extended his wrist blades and killed the man who tried shooting at him. The predator then roared at the man's body as it fell to the ground, his unmasked mandibles extending out to reveal his jawline. No one in the line dared to even flinch. The predator looked at the line, and nodded when seeing he made his point, and continued to hand out the weapons. When he was done, he returned to the line of three guards. Finally, the humans arrived at the ritual forest. The box landed, and the guards left the box. The walls of the steel box were so paper-thin, the humans could hear the elder predator explaining how the ritual was going to work. Some of the speech was missed, but Devin heard most of what was needed to know.
"-The elite oversee-ers will monitor your hunt. They are there to observe, not intervene. If you are dying in battle, they will not save you. Upon killing a prey, you are to mark yourself with the clan symbol, and return to this site. After your return, you will be rewarded with a plasma caster weapon, which you will be able to use to defend yourself until we return to rescue you. All youngbloods who return alive, will receive the title of blooded. First, the 9 humans-" Suddenly, he stopped talking. Devin assumed someone was whispering to him. "-8 humans, will receive a 20 minute head-start to run into the jungle, hide, and prepare to die. The youngbloods will then begin the hunt. Good luck."
Suddenly, the box's door opened. Every human, including Devin, ran out into the forest. The hunt had begun….