A dimmed Council Chamber was slowly lighted by four large long red lights.
An Elder Yautja bowed his head and began to address his large audience.
Hundreds of Yautja stood before him, some Hunters, some Colonial Predators, belonging to various Migratory Ships.
The chamber was huge, it seated five thousand people. It had countless markings embedded into its walls over a period of hundreds upon thousands of years.
At the front stood ten tall Yautja Ancients mumbling between eachother.
Behind stood the Nobles and Honourable Warriors watching intently at the Elder at the front, waiting for him to speak.
"We have recently been informed of a scum. A deadly species. A cross Breed."
There was a loud purr coming from a lot of Yautja.
"However it is not a Hybrid some of our Warriors may be familiar with. No it is not a Predalien, it is a foe whose name is unspeakable.
The specimen must be disposed of immediately before the Oomans begin various tests."
There was a sound of approval and more chatting between the Yautja.
"Yes the Elders an I have been discussing hunting rights and figure we need at least three Warriors and an Honourable Warrior to Monitor the Hunt."
The Yautja were now raising their hands and stepping forth to volunteer.
"Get your hands down, the council of Elders have already chosen the Yautja. They are all in this very room."
Some of the Yautja looked down but some had a glimmer of hope in being chosen.
"Could the following Yautja please step forward."
He looked up and the people instantly identified him as the renowned Dachande.
Head of the Elders, the most honourable Yautja known to history.
"Ja'toil."
A tall Predator looked up, shocked at his being chosen, followed by a short purr.
"Yi'ipan."
Another Predator stepped forward, his eyes beaming with happiness. He appeared slightly older that the other one.
"La-ops'lan."
Yet another Yautja clicked him mandibles together and doing his best to perform a smile.
"And now the Honourable Warrior. The Yautja who has survived one thousand hunts."
There was an eerie silence and anticipation across the hall.
"U'ila."
There was a deafening roar of approval as U'ila nodded his head and joined the three warriors up front.
"The hunt depends on you U'ila, dispose of the Cross-breed and leave no evidence. The rest of what happens is up to you."