As thunder clapped and lightning roared,
Metal owned the sky.
Darkness swept across the lands below,
the metal belly had made its cry.
Seven shards piercing,
each of Death's design.
The soft skin of the earth cried,
as the flesh of hunter appeared.
Water poured from the sky-wound,
darkness burning as death soon neared.
The hour of the Hunt was heard by all,
but only a few had made the call.
Each a hunter, in their own right,
Each a fearsome sight.
But as their prey dies,
They will soon take their prize...
Amelia had watched from above as the seven pods sliced downwards towards the planet surface from a descending scout ship, but she had other plans. She never did like the use of pods, as they were often a one-way trip, and there was little to do when a resupply was needed. Her mentor, the elder known as Nracha-dte, had set her up for her first hunt without his guidance, but she was not nervous.
Even though she is known by the Yautja as "Sister Watcher", she was not one of them. She was still mostly human. She had just finished equipping her armor when another hunter appeared in the hallway of their shuttle, one with a particularly pale green skin tone. Ni'Charak
Normally, other Yautja would challenge her due to her human blood, but this hunter was a trusted ally of her mentor, and thus, regarded as a friend. A simple nod was given, her own gesture for an aknowledged greeting, and she had moved on towards the armament chamber.
This was the duo's personal scout ship, as it was oftentimes just Amelia and her mentor. As her eyes moved from trophy to trophy, she realized that if this excursion works out in their favor, despite being outnumbered 758-to-1, this would be their fifth trophy from a queen.