Lady Kaizer
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Just a little something the hubby and I puttered around with in AIM tonight, to try and help me get a better feel for my Huntress! Comments and feedback are 100% appreciated - I won't claim to know anything but the bare minimum concerning Predator culture, but I'm willing to learn more.
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She peered through the smoke-grey lenses of her bio-helm, hidden red eyes staring past reinforced glass to focus on the cold vastness of space. The Yautja female breathed in slowly, exhaling with a mechanical hiss that was just as steady. Drawing calm from the sight of countless stars streaking past, her thoughts drifted.
Not to the destination ahead, but instead to the clan Elder's decision which had set things in motion. She would survive this Hunt, bring back a worthy trophy and earn greater standing amongst her Clan... or fail and die, forgotten. The albino huntress turned away from the shuttle's starboard window to look over one shoulder at another Yautja, a full-Blooded male known as T'chkk.
Her companion turned his head in response, his own bio-helm limned with the dim red light inside the ship. Reaching up to press a few buttons on the instrument panel, he waited for the highly advanced computer to run the calculations. The wait wasn't long.
T'chkk returned his attention to his female companion. She was pale, shorter and slighter of build than was normal for a Yautja female. Even so, she remained a competent and formidable combatant. Her main disadvantage would be a lack of experience, this being her first Hunt in new surroundings.
She nodded, recalling the particular incident clearly - it was a story that had been passed from one Clan to another. the huntress added, briefly tapping the upper right side of her chest with a closed fist.
He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. A beeping proximity alarm drew his attention away from her again. With the press of a colored indicator, the noise was silenced. The words had barely left his mask before the ship lurched to one side. T'chkk was nearly thrown from his seat, but managed to hang onto the instrument panel.
She growled against those restraints even as they held her head and body stable, instinctively reaching out with one taloned hand to point at her kin. the huntress exclaimed, shouting to make herself heard over the growing annoyance of the ship's alarm.
The male bellowed angrily, but took her advice all the same. Once he was secure, T'chkk continued to steer the bucking craft as it hit the atmosphere. Whatever had struck them didn't seem to have done too much damage. The guidance system was malfunctioning and the port thruster was slow to respond, but they'd be able to land safely at least.
She nodded, inwardly rebuking herself for the outburst toward one more seasoned than she. Taking another slow breath, the huntress eventually relaxed in her seat and harness, waiting for said landing with a lingering mix of excitement and mild concern. Dying from a crash-landing on Earth was not the sort of beginning she desired for this pivotal Hunt, not at all.
The shuddering of the ship's hull continued for a few tense minutes. Once they had penetrated the outer atmosphere the ride smoothed out. T'chkk ceased franticly making adjustments, settling back into a calm state of concentration. Another five minutes passed with the male hunter in silence before a dull clank reverberated through the hull, indicating that the grav locks were in place.
They had landed. T'chkk unfastened himself and stood from his seat, turning to regard his pale companion.
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She peered through the smoke-grey lenses of her bio-helm, hidden red eyes staring past reinforced glass to focus on the cold vastness of space. The Yautja female breathed in slowly, exhaling with a mechanical hiss that was just as steady. Drawing calm from the sight of countless stars streaking past, her thoughts drifted.
Not to the destination ahead, but instead to the clan Elder's decision which had set things in motion. She would survive this Hunt, bring back a worthy trophy and earn greater standing amongst her Clan... or fail and die, forgotten. The albino huntress turned away from the shuttle's starboard window to look over one shoulder at another Yautja, a full-Blooded male known as T'chkk.
Her companion turned his head in response, his own bio-helm limned with the dim red light inside the ship. Reaching up to press a few buttons on the instrument panel, he waited for the highly advanced computer to run the calculations. The wait wasn't long.
T'chkk returned his attention to his female companion. She was pale, shorter and slighter of build than was normal for a Yautja female. Even so, she remained a competent and formidable combatant. Her main disadvantage would be a lack of experience, this being her first Hunt in new surroundings.
She nodded, recalling the particular incident clearly - it was a story that had been passed from one Clan to another. the huntress added, briefly tapping the upper right side of her chest with a closed fist.
He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. A beeping proximity alarm drew his attention away from her again. With the press of a colored indicator, the noise was silenced. The words had barely left his mask before the ship lurched to one side. T'chkk was nearly thrown from his seat, but managed to hang onto the instrument panel.
She growled against those restraints even as they held her head and body stable, instinctively reaching out with one taloned hand to point at her kin. the huntress exclaimed, shouting to make herself heard over the growing annoyance of the ship's alarm.
The male bellowed angrily, but took her advice all the same. Once he was secure, T'chkk continued to steer the bucking craft as it hit the atmosphere. Whatever had struck them didn't seem to have done too much damage. The guidance system was malfunctioning and the port thruster was slow to respond, but they'd be able to land safely at least.
She nodded, inwardly rebuking herself for the outburst toward one more seasoned than she. Taking another slow breath, the huntress eventually relaxed in her seat and harness, waiting for said landing with a lingering mix of excitement and mild concern. Dying from a crash-landing on Earth was not the sort of beginning she desired for this pivotal Hunt, not at all.
The shuddering of the ship's hull continued for a few tense minutes. Once they had penetrated the outer atmosphere the ride smoothed out. T'chkk ceased franticly making adjustments, settling back into a calm state of concentration. Another five minutes passed with the male hunter in silence before a dull clank reverberated through the hull, indicating that the grav locks were in place.
They had landed. T'chkk unfastened himself and stood from his seat, turning to regard his pale companion.
