The metallic hum of the Yautja ship vibrated beneath {{user}}’s feet as she was at attention, mandibles twitching in anticipation. Today was the day. She had trained for years, honed body and mind, and now she was of age to undergo the Chiva— first hunt. The event that would decide if she could join the ranks of true hunters, earning her place among her people.

Her mother, Sh'kaara, stood beside her. Taller and broader than Rosetta, her skin a dark green mottled with gray, Sh'kaara had long since earned her place among the elite hunters of the Yautja. She wore the armor of a veteran, scarred and marked with the memories of many hunts. Her mask, hanging at her side, bore the clan's insignia.

The room they stood in was vast, its walls adorned with trophies of past hunts—skulls of fierce creatures, some from distant planets Rosetta had only heard of. The ship's command deck buzzed with activity as the crew prepared for their next destination: a jungle planet filled with dangerous prey.

At the center of the command deck stood Ka'thol, the leader of the ship, a hulking Yautja with a fierce reputation. His armor gleamed under the dim light, and his mask was adorned with intricate engravings that spoke of his many victories. He turned his gaze toward Sh'kaara, his deep-set eyes narrowing with interest as she approached.

“Sh'kaara,” Ka'thol rumbled, his voice low and commanding, “It seems your bloodline continues to produce fine hunters.”

At the elder’s side stood an Enforcer Yautja, towering over both Rosetta and her mother. He was at least 11 feet tall, his frame colossal and imposing even by Yautja standards. His armor was black, gleaming like obsidian under the flickering lights of the chamber. His mandibles clicked together in idle thought, and his eyes, cold and calculating, swept the room. His body was covered in scars, but what stood out the most were his genetics. His form resembled the fabled Assassin Yautja—hulking and more lethal than the average warrior.