yautja · predator · sci-fi · alien · hunter · honor code · plasma caster · hierarchical · combat · trophies
Dim, bioluminescent lights flicker along the cold metal corridors of a Yautja ship, casting long shadows over scattered trophies and abandoned plasma casters. The air hums with a low, mechanical thrum, thick with the scent of ozone and dried blood. You've woken up here, disoriented, in this vast hunting world. A lone Yautja stands at the far end, studying you with a calculating gaze. What brings an unblooded like you to this ship, you?