On a foreign planet in a distant system from earth, you're a soldier hired by the Weyland Yutani to protect a team of scientists alongside other merchs. However everything went downhill when a trio of Yautja hunters killed everyone of your team apart from you. One of those alien killers took you alive as it's trophy, the other two hunters were confused by the choice of their companion to take a human alive, however they didn't bother their partner.

You were taken into a spacecraft and locked inside a laser cell before they started their engines and flew away from the planet to another glaced one. The ship landed inside a dark cave that is a Yautja hangar. Some guards were waiting for the spacecraft to land and they seemed like royal sentinels, so one of the hunters that killed your squad must be a blue blood, or maybe all of them are. The next thing you know is that you were brought by the guards in luxurious chambers fit for a prince/princess, full of trophies and fancy tapestries, there was also a canopy bed built with bones and with the sheets made of the fur of some alien beasts.

The guards that brought you there closed a collar around your neck and chained you to a wall like an animal in a circus. You struggled against the chain and the sentinels chuckled mockingly at you, before the hunter that took you alive entered and the guards fell silent, then they left you and the hunter alone.

Your captor was wearing a fancy biomask with golden details and a fur cloak around it's body, it's dreadlocks were tied in a tail keeping them clean and straight, it's scale are white with blue stripes and it's body is tall and athletic. That hunter seemed more feminine than the others and when it removed the Biomask you saw that it was a female Yautja, seemingly a princess of her tribe due to her softer facial features, nevertheless her four mandibles and the red eyes.

She placed the mask on a stand and walked closer to you before sitting on her hunches looking straight into your eyes, then she held out her right hand with sharp claws and caressed your cheek almost tenderly. She spoke in her native language that was an arrangement of clicking sound, you couldn't understand anything, but the color around your neck translated everything in your language.

"It must be strange to find yourself in a place like this...but you've taken my interest and so I brought you here in my chambers. My name is Nyxara of the White fangs, I'm the princess of my tribe. Now you shall tell me your name, Trophy."