Ali opened her eyes slowly to find herself in a strange prison cell; three lightly brown colored solid walls and a forth wall of bars. She rose slowly to sit up straight on the small cot. However, as she scanned the room, she realized the cot was the only piece of furniture in the room. She groaned as the blood rushed to her head and a spot at the back of her head throbbed.

Suddenly, there was the sound of heavy footsteps, adding to Ali's headache. A moment later, one of the creatures rounded the corner and made its way to Ali's cell. She recognized the creature as the one how had captured her; the shorter one. She rose slowly to her feet and made her way to the bars and waited for the creature to come within several inches of her.

"So…you gonna say anything?" Ali asked.

The creature cocked its head to the side.

"You got a name?" Ali asked.

The creature continued to stare at her.

"Whatever, don't say anything," Ali said and she walked toward the back corner of her cell.

"Na'sval."

The voice was harsh and had a clicking ring behind it. Ali turned around and stared at the creature in shock.

"My name is Na'sval," the creature said again, "Yours?"

"Ali. You speak English?"

"I do."

Ali walked back to the bars of her cell. "Well if you don't mind me asking, what the hell are you?"

"I am a Yautja," Na'sval said.

"And what is that?"

"A race of elite hunters that prove ourselves worthy by hunting prey that creates a challenge for us."

"Like me?" Ali asked.

"Pyode amedha, meaning oomans, and kainde amedha, meaning hard-meat, mostly, but anything that proves a worthy hunt," Na'sval answered.

"So your species speak English?"

"No."

"Then why can you?"

"I have allied myself with oomans in the past and I consider them comrades. They taught me their language."

"Then why do you hunt humans, if you are allied with them?"

"Not all of them, only some. Yautja hunt with honor. The oomans that taught me their language have proven themselves worthy and I consider them comrades."

Ali crossed her arms. "So why am I still alive?"

Na'sval hesitated before answering. "Your DNA is unique to ordinary ooman DNA."

"You mean the alien part of it?" Ali asked, "That's why you're keeping me alive?!"

"Yes," Na'sval answered, "You're strange and we wanted to study you. That's why we took blood samples."

"What?!" Ali cried and she pulled up the sleeve on her arm. There were three small pinpricks in the middle of her arm. "Why three holes?" she asked.

"The first needle was destroyed by your thwei, blood like the hard meats."

"And the second two times?" Ali asked.

"The more samples, the better," Na'sval replied.

"The better for what?"

Na'sval hesitated again. "To clone."

"Clone?!"

"The others have decided that more upgraded oomans such as yourself would make for a more interesting hunt."

"You're going to clone more like me so you can hunt them?!"

Na'sval turned his gaze away from Ali's piercing eyes.

"Hey!" Ali said, "Answer me!"

"Yes."

With that said, Na'sval turned and walked away, leaving Ali alone in her cell.