Hello. I was toying around with a back story to the character for the suit I'm making. Wasn't sure how predators were named within their own society, so forgive me if the names are a bit off! Anyway, here goes.... enjoy!
The hunter sat high in the tree watching the horizon for the tell tale glow of the dawn. Below, the remnants of the camp
fire smouldered, the dim glow casting erie shadows amongst the trees and sparse equipment that made up the hunter's camp. It had been a restless night for the hunter, this was the last of three days spent alone on this planet preparing for his upcoming initiation hunt, and he'd just recieived the signal to indicate his clan ship had re-entered the system. This time tomorrow he'd be entering the pyramid located on the fourth planet with the two other initiates the ship had just recovered. The hunter's excitement was well justified. His life had been one big trial for acceptance, from the moment of his birth, to the death of his father. But once he completed his initiation he'd have proven himself and his status would be unquestionable. The hunter thought back in his life, remembering his father's words about his birth...
The huntress had died during the night. The complications of the pregnancy had developed suddenly and even their
medical knowledge couldn't save her. They'd been able to deliver the child prematurley and now he was being monitored by the medical computer. The child was weak and small... too small, If he survived he'd never grow to the full size of his peers. Tre'ak stared at his son, to loose his mate was heartbreaking, but to loose his son also... he couldn't bear the thought. Kret'aal, the elder, stood close by. Few of his words could bring comfort to his friend. He'd promised Tre'ak he'd do everything to save the child he'd named Myk'al. If he survived, he'd be a runt and would get a tough time from the others in the clan. He'd do his best to dissuade such behavour from the adult hunters, the rest would be up to Tre'al, if the child survived....
The distant horizon began to lighten as the sun slowly began to rise. The hunter dropped from his perch in the tree to the
ground and went over to the dying fire and poked at the ashes with a stick. He'd always been too young to understand and it wasn't untill he reached his juvenille years that he'd began to realise he was different to the other children. Most of them were polite enough, keeping a wary distance, but one child, the son of a prominent hunter who was rumoured to be angling for the elders position, seemed to enjoy a hostile rivalry. A rivalry that had ended violently. It was at the same time he'd lost his father during a failed attempt to undermine Kret'aal the elder. He remembered when Kret'aal had come to their quaters on the ship to tell him his father was dead. He'd gone on a hunting trip with five other hunters, one of which was Rut'era, the father of Myk'al's hulking rival, and prime contender for position of elder. It would seem that Rut'era had brought some of his supporters along to help thin out Kret'aal's followers. Unfortunately for Rut'era, Tre'ak's skills had far surpassed his and by the end of the whole bloody affair only Tre'ak was left, though he died from his wounds after being recovered and telling of what happened. Following the bloody affair krul'er, Rut'era's son, had to live with the shame and dishonour of his father's actions and on one day not long after decided to take it out on Myk'al...
The mood on the ship was a sombre one following the shocking revelation of Rut'era's betrayal. Many of the adult
hunters had gone on the hunt to avoid the repressive atmosphere. Many of the young stayed in their quaters, only a handful of hunters were present when a bitter Rut'era happened on Myk'al in the main communial area. The past few days had seen Rut'era, once favoured amongst the young hunters, now shunned and ignored. In his mind, Myk'al and his father were the cause of his downfall and here was a golden opportunity for vengance on the pathetic runt. With a roar he charged at the unsuspecting Myk'al and was somewhat surprised and angered when he missed his target and ended up being shoved into the wall. Myk'al was far from unsuspecting, he'd following the other's movements and was expecting some sort of attack. As Rut'era had charged in, Myk'al had twisted sideways, brushing past the larger boy and pushed him at the wall. Rut'era turned to face Myk'al, green blood dripping from a split in the skin on his lower mandible. The larger boy swung at Myk'al, who dodged the blow, and then another. Rut'era was larger and more powerful but the smaller Myk'al was faster and easily evaded his blows and delivered a few of his own to the ribs and face. On the last swing, Myk'al ducked under Rut'era's arm, stepped between the boys legs and using his own momentum, pulled Rut'era over his hip and onto the floor. As Rut'era struggled to get up, Myk'al grabed his arm and twisted around and up to the middle of his back, pinning him to the floor. Rut'era's discomfort was short lived as a couple of hunters pulled the pair apart. Myk'al was calm and stepped away, but Rut'era was beyond rage and pushing the restraining hunter away, drew his dagger and lunged at Myk'al. In a flash, Myk'al grabbed the arm with the dagger in one hand and struck into the inside of the elbow with the other causing the arm to bend and the dagger to plunge into Rut'era's neck. Ruth'era gagged, spraying green blood and with a gurgle dropped to the floor. Kret'aal was called and listened to all involved. He decreed that Myk'al defended himself honourably from a cowardly attack as verified by the two hunters who witness it. After that day, more of the hunters aknowledged him in passing and some of the younger hunter's began to socialise with him. After all, he had technically made his first kill, unarmed, against a larger and more powerful foe. Myk'al, though, had no doubts as to the outcome of the fight, after all, his father had trained
him well...
Myk'al checked on the computer on his wrist gauntlet for the ships progress. It was linked into the basic computer
system on the one man drop pod that lay at the edge of camp and used its short range scanners to watch for the ship. Myk'al
remembered when he got his gauntlets, plasma cannon and medkit. They'd been his fathers and had been kept by Kret'aal until he'd made his first kill, then as per his father's wishes, passed on to him. He'd also recieved his own bio-mask and basic armour. Those early days were an exiting time as Myk'al went on his first hunting trips with other young hunters. Over the years he'd increased his standing with his trophies and soon he would face off against the ultimate prey and earn himself full bloodied hunter status. He checked the computer again and momentarily got two signals on his read out. All of a sudden the beacon transmitter on his drop pod shut down, responding to a signal from the clan's ship.Using the pods scanner's he roughly triangulated the ships orbital position and set his masks vision mode to maximum zoom. At this range all he could make out of the ship was a bright star in the morning sky. Another star seemed to be moving in close to the ship and then they merged. It was hard to know what was happening and minutes passed as Myk'al watched the sky when suddenly the star flared in a bright flash of light. When the flash died down the sky was empty. Myk'al hurriedly tapped at the controls on the pod, sending out beacon calls and listening for a response.... any response. All he got back was a static hiss of empty space. At that point he knew he was now alone...
The hunter sat high in the tree watching the horizon for the tell tale glow of the dawn. Below, the remnants of the camp
fire smouldered, the dim glow casting erie shadows amongst the trees and sparse equipment that made up the hunter's camp. It had been a restless night for the hunter, this was the last of three days spent alone on this planet preparing for his upcoming initiation hunt, and he'd just recieived the signal to indicate his clan ship had re-entered the system. This time tomorrow he'd be entering the pyramid located on the fourth planet with the two other initiates the ship had just recovered. The hunter's excitement was well justified. His life had been one big trial for acceptance, from the moment of his birth, to the death of his father. But once he completed his initiation he'd have proven himself and his status would be unquestionable. The hunter thought back in his life, remembering his father's words about his birth...
The huntress had died during the night. The complications of the pregnancy had developed suddenly and even their
medical knowledge couldn't save her. They'd been able to deliver the child prematurley and now he was being monitored by the medical computer. The child was weak and small... too small, If he survived he'd never grow to the full size of his peers. Tre'ak stared at his son, to loose his mate was heartbreaking, but to loose his son also... he couldn't bear the thought. Kret'aal, the elder, stood close by. Few of his words could bring comfort to his friend. He'd promised Tre'ak he'd do everything to save the child he'd named Myk'al. If he survived, he'd be a runt and would get a tough time from the others in the clan. He'd do his best to dissuade such behavour from the adult hunters, the rest would be up to Tre'al, if the child survived....
The distant horizon began to lighten as the sun slowly began to rise. The hunter dropped from his perch in the tree to the
ground and went over to the dying fire and poked at the ashes with a stick. He'd always been too young to understand and it wasn't untill he reached his juvenille years that he'd began to realise he was different to the other children. Most of them were polite enough, keeping a wary distance, but one child, the son of a prominent hunter who was rumoured to be angling for the elders position, seemed to enjoy a hostile rivalry. A rivalry that had ended violently. It was at the same time he'd lost his father during a failed attempt to undermine Kret'aal the elder. He remembered when Kret'aal had come to their quaters on the ship to tell him his father was dead. He'd gone on a hunting trip with five other hunters, one of which was Rut'era, the father of Myk'al's hulking rival, and prime contender for position of elder. It would seem that Rut'era had brought some of his supporters along to help thin out Kret'aal's followers. Unfortunately for Rut'era, Tre'ak's skills had far surpassed his and by the end of the whole bloody affair only Tre'ak was left, though he died from his wounds after being recovered and telling of what happened. Following the bloody affair krul'er, Rut'era's son, had to live with the shame and dishonour of his father's actions and on one day not long after decided to take it out on Myk'al...
The mood on the ship was a sombre one following the shocking revelation of Rut'era's betrayal. Many of the adult
hunters had gone on the hunt to avoid the repressive atmosphere. Many of the young stayed in their quaters, only a handful of hunters were present when a bitter Rut'era happened on Myk'al in the main communial area. The past few days had seen Rut'era, once favoured amongst the young hunters, now shunned and ignored. In his mind, Myk'al and his father were the cause of his downfall and here was a golden opportunity for vengance on the pathetic runt. With a roar he charged at the unsuspecting Myk'al and was somewhat surprised and angered when he missed his target and ended up being shoved into the wall. Myk'al was far from unsuspecting, he'd following the other's movements and was expecting some sort of attack. As Rut'era had charged in, Myk'al had twisted sideways, brushing past the larger boy and pushed him at the wall. Rut'era turned to face Myk'al, green blood dripping from a split in the skin on his lower mandible. The larger boy swung at Myk'al, who dodged the blow, and then another. Rut'era was larger and more powerful but the smaller Myk'al was faster and easily evaded his blows and delivered a few of his own to the ribs and face. On the last swing, Myk'al ducked under Rut'era's arm, stepped between the boys legs and using his own momentum, pulled Rut'era over his hip and onto the floor. As Rut'era struggled to get up, Myk'al grabed his arm and twisted around and up to the middle of his back, pinning him to the floor. Rut'era's discomfort was short lived as a couple of hunters pulled the pair apart. Myk'al was calm and stepped away, but Rut'era was beyond rage and pushing the restraining hunter away, drew his dagger and lunged at Myk'al. In a flash, Myk'al grabbed the arm with the dagger in one hand and struck into the inside of the elbow with the other causing the arm to bend and the dagger to plunge into Rut'era's neck. Ruth'era gagged, spraying green blood and with a gurgle dropped to the floor. Kret'aal was called and listened to all involved. He decreed that Myk'al defended himself honourably from a cowardly attack as verified by the two hunters who witness it. After that day, more of the hunters aknowledged him in passing and some of the younger hunter's began to socialise with him. After all, he had technically made his first kill, unarmed, against a larger and more powerful foe. Myk'al, though, had no doubts as to the outcome of the fight, after all, his father had trained
him well...
Myk'al checked on the computer on his wrist gauntlet for the ships progress. It was linked into the basic computer
system on the one man drop pod that lay at the edge of camp and used its short range scanners to watch for the ship. Myk'al
remembered when he got his gauntlets, plasma cannon and medkit. They'd been his fathers and had been kept by Kret'aal until he'd made his first kill, then as per his father's wishes, passed on to him. He'd also recieved his own bio-mask and basic armour. Those early days were an exiting time as Myk'al went on his first hunting trips with other young hunters. Over the years he'd increased his standing with his trophies and soon he would face off against the ultimate prey and earn himself full bloodied hunter status. He checked the computer again and momentarily got two signals on his read out. All of a sudden the beacon transmitter on his drop pod shut down, responding to a signal from the clan's ship.Using the pods scanner's he roughly triangulated the ships orbital position and set his masks vision mode to maximum zoom. At this range all he could make out of the ship was a bright star in the morning sky. Another star seemed to be moving in close to the ship and then they merged. It was hard to know what was happening and minutes passed as Myk'al watched the sky when suddenly the star flared in a bright flash of light. When the flash died down the sky was empty. Myk'al hurriedly tapped at the controls on the pod, sending out beacon calls and listening for a response.... any response. All he got back was a static hiss of empty space. At that point he knew he was now alone...