The unwelcoming welcome

Earth, One of the more beautiful planets in the vast universe. A great hunter stared with longing at the little blue planet through the thick glass windows of his clan's ship. He had yellowish skin with distinctive brown markings all over his body. His arms and legs were swollen with muscles. His dark black hair was woven tightly into dreadlocks that barely grazed his shoulder. Each one was adorned with yellow rings that reflected the glow of the Earth. Yeyinde, as he was called, had just proven himself as a blooded warrior by completing the most dangerous challenge of his kind. This made him ready to hunt one of the yautia's favorite prey…humans. He had heard many things about these strange beings. How they have such little honor. Yeyinde was ready to add more trophies to his growing collection.

Yeyinde's thoughts of the hunt were interrupted by his father, Deachande (who happened to be the leader of the clan.) Deachande placed his strong hand on his son's shoulder with pride. His son was now an honored member of the clan and could join the hunt. He could see the longing in his son's eyes as he resumed staring at Earth.

Suddenly the ship jerked to one side throwing Yeyinde and his father to the floor. Deachande quickly came to his feet and rushed to the control room with Yeyinde following behind. They raced up the seemingly endless hall until finally they came to the large glass siding door. Deachande placed his hand on the electronic lock. A reddish laser scanned his hand and then the glass door rose up into the wall. The door quickly closed be hind Yeyinde. Deachande rushed to the front of the control room to face his enemies. The humans.

Before Deachande had a chance to counter their attack, the humans sent another round of missiles. The missiles flew swiftly to their target, the Yautja ship. Deachande watched helplessly as the missiles bombarded his ship. As before, the ship thrashed violently, causing the siding class door behind them to shatter. Bits of class came flying into the control room. Yeyinde quickly dodged the flying glass, but his father was not as lucky. A large piece of class had impaled Deachande. Once the movement subsided, Yeyinde raced to his father's side. He saw his father's neon blood flow from his abdomen. The glass had gone in through his back and came out through his stomach. Yeyinde held his dying father in his arms, not knowing what to do for him. He gently stoked his head trying to think of what to do. Then another batch of missiles came flying at the ship causing Yeyinde's head to slam into the control panel. He could feel the blood flow from his forehead as he lay half conscious on the control room's cool tile floor he could hear the screams of the rest of the clan. As his eyes drifted to the ceiling of the glass ship he saw that little blue planet he had longed for. He couldn't help but snicker at the irony. For right now all he wished to do was close his eyes and hope that it was all a dream.

He could hear the humans entering the ship. Oh how he wished he could fight, or even move for that matter. He was at their mercies. The last thing that Yeyinde remembered was one of the humans coming up to him and saying "Welcome to Earth you ugly son of a…" then he finally slipped in to unconsciousness, not knowing if he would wake up in the morning.