Aboard a large ship out in space, three tribal fighting masks were being prepped and programmed with all of the information three young Yautja would need for their Chiva.

Meanwhile, those three young Yautja were sparing in their kehrite. Several dummies were set up for their practice and several moor littered the ground in ruins.

One such predator, his name being Scar, at first watched as his two other brothers in arms went at each other. He knew their wrestling was purely for training, but there was an obvious tension between the two as they tried to clobber each other to the ground.

Celtic, the second tallest Yautja of the three, was slowly being pinned to the ground by Chopper, who was using his hunting experience to his advantage.

Scar was the tallest of the three. At 7 feet and 8 inches, he barely passed over the other two's heads. He didn't boast this fact at them, though he did poke fun at them for this whenever they were getting on his nerves. The majority of the time, he was quiet and reserved. He preferred to listen and be aware of his surroundings whenever possible. Though this fact made it surprising whenever new people found out he had a mischievous side. He was a young prankster at heart and often got away with it for good behavior.

Celtic was a different matter all together. Pompous, vain and proud, he was 7 feet 5 inches tall and gladly lorded this fact over Chopper whenever he could. He was only taller than Chopper by a half an inch, but that didn't stop him from acting superior. His pride and ego were big, even among the yautja species. Being older than his other two teammates, he unofficially stepped up as their leader when they were first paired together. He was also physically stronger and faster than the other two, despite even being shorter than Scar. He used this strength often times to subdue the other two if they ever stood against him and his decisions on a matter. Sadly, his ego often made him clumsy. He had unwillingly substituted grace and precision for brute strength.

Chopper was the shortest of them all, though not by much.

Being the shortest and the youngest, he was often harassed by Celtic about it. Scar never taunted him for it, for which he was grateful. He had an ongoing power struggle with Celtic that surfaced a good deal of them time when they were together. Though Celtic was taller and stronger, Chopper had his own reason to boast against him. Unlike Celtic, Chopper had actually gone on a hunt before. Not a Chiva, sadly. He wasn't old enough until now to go on one. But he had hunted on earth before. The two human skulls that were attached to his armor back in his room attested to that.

He gladly shoved this fact in Celtic's face whenever he could. He knew it hit a nerve that he, the youngest, had already gone on a real hunt. Not just one but two! Celtic was always sour about that fact and vowed that he could easily beat Chopper by killing a kiande amedha first. Chopper just rolled his eyes whenever he said this.

Chopper never had to boast this against Scar. He was happy that Scar not only respected him for his kills, but never acted jealous or spiteful because of it. In fact, the two acted like they were real brothers more than anything. Chopper always brought out Scar's mischievous side whenever they were together, and the two had gotten into trouble together more times than he could count.

Even with their differences and flaws, the three had to admit that they were a good team. They often had each other's backs when one messed up.

That is, if they were around each other at the time to fix the mess.

Celtic gave Chopper a vicious glare from the ground as he was successfully pinned. Chopper's mandibles clicked rapidly to show his laughter as he kept Celtic pinned. "Get off." Celtic growled, lower mandibles flaring in aggression. Chopper did his yautja chuckle again and finally got up, extending a hand out to help Celtic up. "Come on tarei hsan." He said jokingly. "You finally lasted longer than five minutes."

Celtic shot his hand out and yanked Chopper to the floor. He landed with a vicious thud while Celtic stood up and stomped away, irritated.

Despite his aggression, Chopper laughed at Celtic from the floor and Scar let out a quiet chuckle as well. Both unbloodeds shared a look of humor while Celtic sat down on some stairs with a heavy thud and glared at both of them as he grabbed a towel like cloth and dabbed at his sweat with it.

"Are our masks done yet?" He asked Scar, hoping to shrug off his embarrassing defeat. Scar shook his head, having gone in to check before hand. "The Oomans haven't entered the temple yet." He said. "The holograph is still being recorded. And the translator is barely being transferred."

Celtic's mandibles twitched rapidly as he groaned in annoyance. "What's taking them so long?" He demanded.

Scar shrugged. "It looks like they're taking a ju'dha vessel to the destination." He replied. "It's breaking apart the ice as they go."

Celtic's head cocked to one side. "They have vayuh'ta vessels yet they take a ju'dha ship?" He asked in a condescending voice. Of all species, human logic escaped him.

Chopper spoke up from where he was still sitting on the floor.

"They have vayuh'ta vessels, but they're small and don't hold sufficient mi. Their ju'dha ships are significantly larger and can hold all of their equipment along with themselves."

Celtic grunted but didn't say anything back. He knew Chopper had more experience with the humans and didn't want to seem foolish if he challenged his knowledge and was proven wrong.

"What's our hunting terrain going to be?" Celtic asked Scar, hoping he had seen it when he went to check the masks.

"A lot of bhu'ja ju'dha." He finally replied. Chopper nodded his head. He wanted to reply that it was called snow by the oomans, but decided he had irritated Celtic enough with his knowledge.

Celtic's mandibles drooped slightly from hearing this, the yautja version of a frown. He hated the cold. Experienced it once and vowed he never wanted to hunt in it if he didn't have to. Sadly, he now had to for his Chiva, of all things.

"How close are we to landing?" Celtic asked.

"Close enough that you three better go get your awu'asa on." Came a fourth voice.

Immediately, all three unbloodeds jumped up and bowed their heads while lowering their eyes towards the fourth voice.

"N'jauka yin'tekai Elder." All three greeted with absolute respect.

"Ki'cte." He replied to them. The three lifted their heads, now having permission to meet his eyes. The skin flaps between the elders mandibles widened upwards, signifying that he was smiling.

"Ch'hkt-a?" He asked. The three nodded their heads excitedly. He chuckled at them.

"Then go get dressed. The oomans have arrived."

The three unblooded couldn't have left the room faster.


Author's note: Translation time!

-Chiva: Trial.

-kehrite: training room

-kiande amedha: Hard meat/ xenomorph

-tarei hsan: unworthy opponent

-Oomans: Humans

-ju'dha: water

-vayuh'ta: air

-mi: fuel

-bhu'ja ju'dha: Ghost water/ snow (Bhu'ja and ju'dha are two separate words, but I combined them and decided that was going to be snow.)

-awu'asa: Armor

-N'jauka: Welcome

-yin'tekai: honor

-Ki'cte: Enough

-Ch'hkt-a: excited/nervous/agitated

I'm sorry if having so many of the yautja's native language vocab in there irritated you. But at the same time, realistically they would be speaking their own language amongst themselves and I wanted their interactions to be realistic.