Adahy, Fox, Makya, Sain'ja, and Nina sat around an open fire in Sain'ja's home. Dusk had already settled upon the sky. Bottles of c'nlip, an intoxicating beverage, were passed around; however, when a bottle came to Nina, she just gave it to the next person. After having a small swig of the liquor Mac and Blain drank, she doubted her abilities to handle whatever strong drink the Yautja had.

"So, overall, the trades went well then?" she asked the four Blooded males after they each explained their voyage to Yautja Prime.

"Pretty much, only Fox wound up getting into a challenge with someone from the Sharp Fang Clan," said Adahy.

"Hey, at least no one died. Besides, he started it, it wasn't my fault."

"You were flirting with his lifemate."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

While the two bickered back and forth on the subject, the others watched on, laughing all the while. Finally, Sain'ja butted in and said, "Alright, alright, how's this; Adahy's right, but Fox was too clueless and naïve to know better, and everyone here might just be a little on the insane side." That earned him teasing punch from Fox and another round of laughter.

They soon switched to the topic of hunting grounds and plans for the upcoming seasons. Nina was able to update them on the new game that had been brought here to be hunted while the other four talked about what had been spotted on other worlds. They were especially, feverishly, excited and intrigued about the newest war on the human homeworld of Earth.

It began about a year ago when a group of humans from the far east of the planet succeeded in attacking those on the far west side. In response, those from the west declared war and began a bloody search for those responsible. When Nina had been told of this, she called the ones responsible 'terrorists', and explained what they were. Basically, they seemed to be like Bad-Blooded humans, killing their own kind just for the sake of doing so or due to petty differences in culture, with no honor. Sain'ja took that back; some at least might have the slightest amount to have committed suicide during the first attack and the battles that followed.

He wondered what would happen if the Yautja just sat back and watched whatever chaos ensued on the planet. Even without their help, would the soft meat species eventually just wipe themselves out due to their constant fighting? It would seem so. Maybe it was just the human nature to fight, as it was for the Yautja, and since the humans had no other decent opponents that they knew of or could even reach, they just choose their own.

Either way, the motives for the human war aside, the conflict could draw the Yautja like moths to a flame. Just the thought of another hunt like this made every fiber of Sain'ja's being electrify, as if jolted alive by lighting. He knew it would also have the same effect on his friends…however, Dto-Raija might like otherwise. He looked at her now with interest. Although she had yet to take down a Kiande Amedha, also known as a hard meat or Xenomorph, he still thought he might want to see if she could be brought along on their hunts in different systems. When they would eventually reach Earth and stop there, he wanted to see how she would take it. Would she hunt alongside the clan, or rejoin her species and turn against him? That would truly put her deepest loyalties to the test.

"Speaking of which, when will you all be heading out again?" Nina asked.

Before any one of the four could answer, there was a loud rapping at the front door. Sain'ja got up and opened it and right after a guard rushed in, Combistick in hand. "You five, gather your weapons and prepare to head out by the gates. Your presence is wanted in battle immediately. Bad-Bloods have been spotted in the northern territories. They have captured two Unblooded females." As he quickly left to alert the others chosen, no one hesitated to stand up and get their things. Their rival clan, the Super Predator Clan, had become more and more of a problem other time. As the Jungle Hunter Clan made quick work to rid them of off their land, back to where they were exiled in the first place, the Bad-Bloods began kidnapping Youngbloods and young children to brainwash in their ways and to repopulate after their losses.

The group was ready within minutes; Makya had a whip and retractable glaive hooked to his sides and Plasma caster locked on his shoulder. Fox had a harpoon gun and smart-disc, along with a primitive sword for whenever he fought in close-range combat. Adahy had a nice set of grenades attached to a bandolier, and a pair of katanas. Nina bared her small wristblades and a Combistick which was currently retracted and latched by her waist. Sain'ja had two shurikens on his belt, a Plasma caster, and –naturally- his wristblades as well. He had also began wearing armor around the groin, feeling better to be safe than sorry after the surprised blow Nina had landed when she had kicked him there so many years ago. He knew it wasn't a horrible injury, but it still insanely hurt.

They headed out to meet with the rest of the warriors.

As the four Predators conversed with each other and then some of the rest of their kind, Nina walked over to Kota, an African human male nearing his sixties, who was also joining this fight. "You're coming along? I figured you'd stay with Halian in the medical facility." Halian, the only other human in the clan, had gotten ill due to eating some game that originally had been sick while it was alive. The Yautja that shared the meal were able to deal with it just fine, like any other food. However, he hadn't been able to stomach it.

Kota smirked and chortled, "I can't exactly miss out on this, can I? Besides, he'll be fine, but you'd think by now he'd have adjusted to eating anything." His words held a lot of truth. More than anything, the Yautja ate meat, which included a variety of insects unknown to Earth, so they did as well. Sometimes the meat was eaten raw, and although technically it was checked safe to eat, it still didn't hold much appeal to the humans at first. They got used to it though. In fact, after years of needing more so tear than chew food, some of their teeth had changed to near-fine points.

Someone shouted over the noise of everyone's talking. They were preparing to head out. The group of chosen fighters, about twenty, all activated their cloaking devices on command. Weapons were removed from their positions on belts and sheathes, quick shinks could be heard, caused by sharp blades being extracted. Clicks of regard and eagerness filled the air. Obviously most of them-particularly the youngest- were ardent to get going. Nina grinned over at Kota, although he couldn't see it, and said, "This is where the fun begins."

With an intense amount of stealth, the group went out silently in trios as to not as easily make their presence known to any enemies. Nina left Kota's side to join Sain'ja and Makya as Kota teamed up with Fox and another hunter.

Sain'ja glanced at her and asked in a sibilant whisper, "Are you ready?"

She gave a curt nod and answered equally as quiet, "You know it."

When it was their time to depart, the three switched on their bio masks to infrared-vision. They moved with such silence that the leaves and debris on the ground were soundlessly undisturbed. The nocturnal creatures that wandered about the jungle took no notice to the invisible hunters that traveled with ease past them and their dwellings.

As the group drew nearer and nearer to their destination, some of the Yautja began taking to the terrace of trees above. Among them was Adahy. They would scout ahead to see the Bad-Blood's position, numbers, and strengths. Once all was planned, they would also be the ones to make the first strike, signaling for the rest to follow suit.

They saw a glowing fire before anything. Any Bad-Bloods who were meant to guard the area were dealt with quietly. As they were informed on their soon-to-be opponents, Sain'ja uncloaked for a moment. He circled a single finger in the air, and then made a fist. After words, he pointed to each one of them and next separate sections of the area their trio was meant surround. It was a silent way of telling Makya and Nina to prepare to fight and where to go. He recloaked right after.

As Makya went behind a mass of bushes, and Sain'ja took cover behind a tree trunk, Nina moved into her given position where she had a clear view of what was going on; right by a small nook of boulders adorned with ferns and moss.

A Bad-Blood had grabbed and attempted to undress one of the Unblooded females, whose hands were bound. She growled at him angrily as she struggled to get away, and had she been old and strong enough to do so, she would've killed him with her bare hands. However, she was barely in her teens in the Yautja lifespan. The Bad-Blood raised a hand to slap her, when an expert shot from a Fireliner ended his existence then and there.

A roar was heard over the once peaceful sounds of the night, and then the battle began.