Okay, this is my first story, positive reviews and constructive criticism are welcomed.

Now, on my knowledge of Yaujta culture, I know how Yautjas are divided in status, I also know that Yautja females are much bigger and stronger than males, and that they are the leading force of every clan. I hope that everything I write is true, if not, you can tell me in the comments. And no flamers or hate comments, if you don't like the story then don't read.

Now on with the story!

Mark woke up with a start, but immediately regretted his action as his chest screamed in pain. He looked down and saw that his torso was covered in bandages, and that he was naked, safe for the loincloth that covered his privates. "The hell am I?" he murmured, "The fuck are the aliens?", when his eyes adjusted to the dark light, he saw that he was in closed confined space, some sort of box. The ceiling wasn't tall and when he walked he had to hunch forward.

'Definitely not human made' he thought as he traced his fingers over the intricate looking black metal that made up his room.

Over the next few hours, Mark studied the walls, searching for some kind of exit, anything that could get him out of there. 'Don't panic, remember your damn training! Besides: there's got to be a way out of here'

Then, a small part of one of the panels on the wall across from him opened up and a tray was pushed in. On the tray was food, alien food, made up of things that could never be found on planet Earth, along that, was a cup that contained some odd purplish liquid. A fork and knife also came with the tray.

Millions among millions of questions swarmed in his head.And then, it dawned on Mark, the realization hit him like a train: 'It's a cage, I'm trapped in a damn cage!'

The esteemed elite arbitrator Kyiv ar' khan was an honored warrior. In all his years of hunting bad bloods and upholding the Yaujta code of honor, he had seen a lot of things, but this beat all:

This mere primate, had killed a blooded hunter. Never had he seen such type of prey, and this spiked his interest.

He curiously studied the ooman's actions, the video displayed on his computer wrist.

'This one is strong and healthy, a very worthy prey' he mumbled to himself. 'Very strong, considering he killed Arjan' Khoi'

This Yaujta had knocked Mark out and brought him back to the clanship, he was going to inform the ship's elder of his new discovery, for this ooman was very interesting.

Just then, elder Na Gook entered the room, his blood red cape flapping behind him. "Elder Na Gook" Kyiv bowed his head, "Arbitrator" the old predator nodded back "What is it that you need?" "Look." he replied holding up his arm for the elder to see the live feed.

"You called me to discuss of this Ooman?" "I have, his skill is great, unlike any Pyode Amedha we have witnessed, yes, it's skill is abysmal compared to ours but with the proper training he could become blooded- "You want to train this animal to be like us?" The veteran hunter interrupted him "While he is strong, he is prey nonetheless" the elder rasped. "It would be a shame to waste this fine specimen, he kill-" "I have seen the footage with my own eyes, Arjan'Khoi was foolish and naive, he underestimated his opponent and payed the price." Na gook shot back.

"This is the end of the discussion, he will be sold as a slave and that's all. I shall tell our clan's high Matriarch of my decision" and with that, he left.

Kyiv was not happy with the outcome of the confrontation, but he knew that he could not do anything: for the elder's word surpassed his by a long shot.

He could only sigh in discontent.

Then, he too exited the room.

He had heard something, he was sure of it! 'Sooner or later, I'll get out of here' Right then, his stomach growled loudly and he looked at the tray in front of him. Mark knew he had to eat if he wanted to survive, even if the food looked disgusting "Well, here goes nothing" and with that, he started to consume his meal.

Mark sighed when his knife broke; he had been trying to wedge open one of the metal plates of the wall, dough clearly, to no avail. He frustratedly threw what remained of the broken instrument, groaning in annoyance.

Hours, hours of planning, experimenting, observing; all of it was being wasted: nothing worked!

'If I ever get my hands on the motherfucker that's locked me here...' he growled in his head. 'At least my ribs have healed.'

Just then, he heard some noise; and that could only mean one thing: food was about to be served!

'This is it! This is my chance!' Thought Mark as he gripped the broken knife.

When the wall panel slid up, Mark jammed the blade perpendicular to the floor, so that it pushed against the panel. The machine controlling the panel groaned as it tried to close, being blocked by the sharp blade; clicking was heard from outside the box.

The cage was opened, Mark saw one of those aliens look down to him. Not an instant later, the human gave an enraged roar and jabbed the other piece of the knife into the Yautja's eye.

The hunter roared in pain, neon blood gushing along the side of his face.

Mark jumped out, and grabbed the first thing he saw that was closest to him: a metal bar.

"!" he yelled.

The next few minutes consisted of Mark using whatever tool he could find to slash, hit, and bruise, all the while the room echoed with the ferocious roars of Yautja and human alike.

Mark did not hold back in his strikes, dodging all attacks and doing everything to injure his opponent, and when he landed a blow, he made sure the shithead felt it!

Mark poured in all the military training he had in the fight, going feral.

He showed the alien all his fighting skills; but he could not ignore the growing voice in the back of his head that told him that soon, more would come.

Kyiv ar' khan ran in through the hallways of the storage area, other arbitrators flanking him as he headed towards cell room 24, where the alarm originated.

When he reached the room, he saw the human he had knocked unconscious break Parsghy's elbow, who was know unrecognizable due to the wounds on his face.

The Yautja enforcers stopped dead in their tracks as they stared at the smaller man, shock evident in their posture.

'I knew he was special! Not even a cut graces his body!' thought Kyiv.

Mark put the knife of the beaten predator in his mouth, and grabbed the club like weapon lying at his feet, as he prepared for the imminent fight between these bigger and stronger looking aliens.

'Better keep my distance and pick them off one by one instead of rushing in'

The arbitrators started to click to each other: " What do we do now?""Should we detain it? Kill it?"

Kyiv spread his mandibles to speak, ready to regain order; but before anyone could move, an unblood raced past the group, wrist blades unsheathed.

"Stop him!" yelled Kyiv, but he was to late.

" You're mine, ooman!" shrieked the unnamed male, arm high overhead for a cleaving strike.

Mark anticipated the attack from a mile away, and ducked under the deadly blades, then he brought his melee weapon down on his enemy's exposed leg, shattering the kneecap upon impact.

The reaction was immediate: the male yelled in pain and fell back. As quick as death Mark raised his arm, intent on shoving his knife down the fucker's throat; and he would have, but an arbitrator used his net gun and shot a net, webbing Mark to the wall, knocking the air out of him.

The unblood lunged forward the best he could, wanting to make the ooman suffer and pay, but was grabbed and lifted by the neck.

The other Yautja moved to restrain the struggling ooman, while Kyiv slammed the trembling runt to the wall:

"What were you thinking?! he growled "I-I was going t-to collect it's s-s-skull-" the elite roared: "It is for to hunt oomans!!" The smaller predator was now shaking with fear "M-my bearer will h-h-have your hide for t-this!" "Then you will explain to her how you acted dishonorably" and he threw him away.

Another unblood arrived and bowed before him.

"Elite arbitrator Kyiv ar'khan, elder Na gook requests your presence in his private office"

Kyiv let out a puff of air and dismissed the Youngblood.

He knew exactly that the ooman that was now uselessly fighting to not be thrown back in the cage would be the topic of discussion.

He knew the old Yautja would not be happy!

Kyiv entered the elder's luxurious office, and was invited to take a seat on one of the expensive chairs.

Na gook offered him some C'ntlip to which he accepted, gulping down the strong liquor.

"I know what has transpired, and no, I'm not reconsidering my decisions." stated the honored hunter.

Kyiv was surprised to say the least when he saw how calm the elder was.

"I can't believe those Pauk-de unbloods could act so stupidly, and they think they're ready for their Chiva!"

"Even though they've been beaten by a Pyode Amedha." agreed Kyiv with a bark.

"And that brings me to the next point: I want the ooman to be restrained and sedated at all times. I do not want to have any more incidents like the one that has just happened."

"Very well; does our honored clan matriarch Guan-Kwei know of the ooman?" Kyiv inquired "Yes she does. The fate of the primate ultimately depends on her, for the safest claws are hers." the elder chuckled.

The two talked for a couple hours, before the arbitrator decided to return to his quarters for the rest of the cycle.

A notification on the computer wrist informed him that the clan ship would return to Yaut in a few cycles.

Reaching his rooms, Kyiv got ready for the night.

Mark felt dizzy and tired.

'Fucking assholes drugged me!' he yelled, groaning at his awful limb coordination.

The cage opened once more, and he winced at the change of the light.

He felt getting grabbed and lifted.

One of the aliens rammed something into his arm, and Mark really felt lightheaded.

His body was going numb, and he couldn't tell what the predators were doing.

He felt his eyelids go heavy, but he resisted the urge to sleep.

After God-knows how time, he felt being paced back on the pelt of his cage. The Yautja closed the cell again, but not before administrating another dose of sedative.

'How many shots have they given me?' he slurred.

After a bit, tiredness got the best of him, and Mark was forced to give in.to slumber.

That night, nobody slept the same knowing of the presence of the particular ooman among them.

But little did the Fire Skull clan know that things were going to change, and that the impossible would happen; something so unexpected that not even Lilka and Cetanu could have ever foreseen.

And that's chapter two! If you like this story please like, comment and share. If you noticed some mistakes in what I've written, feel free to point them out.

Constructive criticism is always appreciated and no flamers; please!

Until next time then, bye!