The arena was quiet, the normal noises of a viewing crowd gone. The quietness was easily silenced as a single figure trained in the darkened center of the gladiatorial zone. The minimal lighting gave away the gender of the figure, a human female with generous proportions, beads of sweat drizzling down her body with every punch, kick and ingrained dodge on the rough surface. As she trained harder, another figure watched her from about, armored in a battle scarred mask and armor, it's cloak red with the blood of forgotten fights and the coloring of the fabric itself. It watched her go fast and harder as another similarly armored figure stepped up to it.

"You think she is ready for the blooding ceremony?" The second asked, its soft heavy tone showing how alien it was.

"More than," The first replied, its short response in the same alien tongue as the second but older and much more dangerous.

"She is still an ooman, Elder," The second said, clearly showing its distaste in its statement for the girl practicing below.

The first, in a flurry of motion, grabbed its fellow by the neck and slammed him into the railing, denting it and the metal mask, causing a muffled sound of pain and surprise to leave its mouth. After the first released its fellow, it let off a crisp trill. The woman looked up, bowed and quickly left, leaving the two alone.

"She is half the hunter you will ever be, Nuil'tha" The first growled, not even glancing at its fellow as he got up, groaning and holding its dented mask.

Not even replying to the clear insulting comment, Nuil'tha grumbled and looked at the first.

"She isn't a Yautja, Elder, she will fail like the first ooman hunter did, why do you think she came here to the gladiatorial pits to fight? She shows off everything on her soft body without any shame and then fights like a Hard Meat would, she will never be one of us."

The Elder slammed Nuil'tha into the railing again and the sound of Nuil'tha's neck snapping was clearly heard throughout the stadium. The Elder let out a blood curdling hiss, two differently armored figures appearing out of thin air and dragging the body of Nuil'tha away.

"She will, Helena, lightning blade, will be blooded…" The Elder said and left the arena, his cape fluttering ominously as he left without a sound.

Stepping out of the battlefield and away from the overzealous crowds, Helena Potter or Lightning Blade, grumbled darkly. Her latest fight nearly costed her head from being way too out of the moment, something she hated doing. The Yautja guard looked down at her and held up a towel, as she grabbed it on her way to her private chamber. The only other human to ever join the Predator species, she wasn't that much different from them in most respects.

Tall, quick and powerful, Helena's body was the perfect combination of human beauty and bodybuilding. This also meant her three sizes were way larger too, as she had yautja blood running through her body which had helped cause this reaction. As Helena finally stepped into her private chambers, she noticed someone standing near her bed. The 6' 11'' human looked up at the much taller yautja and bowed her head.

"Father," She said softly, not even looking up.

The Yautja looked over her and let out a soft trill, before he spoke, "Daughter, it's nearly time for the Blooding ceremony."

Helena looked darkly at her father, "I'm not going, I'm not a Yautja, nor am I going to ever be one, the other Elders won't allow it."

Her father shook his head "You still know so little, Helena."

"Oh really, they said no when I was of age-" She started to say before her Father growled.

"That was ten years ago, little Helena, they have learned their mistake to deny you the right of being Blooded."

Helena frowned and looked shocked at the same time, looking up at her father in utter bewilderment. The Elders don't get easily convinced, no, not even a little could budged them but something did. Her father wasn't going to spill the beans anytime soon, so she sighed in defeat.

"When is it?" She asked finally.

"In a weeks time, you'll be with me and your mother on the clan ship as we travel to the planet of choice." Her father replied, his voice soft yet firm.

"I understand, Father." Helena said before beginning to pack her things.

Elder Guir'thral or as he was known as Elder Iron Gut, looked out the viewport at the emptiness of space. The winking stars looked like white dots against the empty blanket of the void, his mandibles opened slightly as he looked at the planet of Earth. While it was his blood daughter's homeworld, she swore by her blood that she wasn't of that place anymore.

"Entering orbiting range, Elder." One of the Yautja technicians reported.

"Activate the cloak and send the signal to the unblooded younglings, it is time to hunt." He replied.

"Understood." The Predator said and sent the message, the unblooded hunters got ready to hunt.

He looked at the green and blue planet before turning away, his cloak fluttering at he headed off to give this, hopefully, new generation of blooded warriors a rousing speech before they were sent down to the planet's surface to face the greatest this planet had to offer.

Helena stood next to her fellow unblooded Yautja, listening to her father speak to them all. She was about to just get into her pod when her Father's voice stopped her.

"This hunt is one the most dangerous out of all the different planets, including kiande amedha prime. N'-ithya or Earth as the ooman's call it, is much more dangerous as the ooman's are much like us, but the real threat is their intelligence and ability to adapt quickly to any situation. So be warned, Jehdin, this planet isn't one we always have been watching so things have changed over the years."

Helena frowned before she headed into her pod and waited before the pod jolted. The pod launched and rattled as it entered the atmosphere, she waited patiently before yelping as her pod hit something and spiralled out of control. She couldn't stay still until her pod violently crashed into the ground, sending jets of water into the air. Helena had crashed into the wall and knocked herself out cold, the last thing she saw was several shadows and voices shouting before the darkness took over.

James was out where the object just crash landed in his family's lake like pond, wand out as he inspected the thing that had buried itself into the muddy bank. It was large, metallic and shaped like a spear, the back having three curved blades in the back, from the looks of it, one of them was crushed and must of caused the odd device to crash.

"How in the world does this have to happen on Helena's birthday?" He asked himself before jumping back as the front opened up and revealed...a very tall, armored woman?