Disclaimer: The following is a not for profit fan based fiction. The Predator franchise is property of 20th Century Fox. This literary work is written by the author for enjoyment and relaxation, and wishes to share their enjoyment of the Predator franchise with other.

A/N: This story has been edited for grammar, spelling and content 1/1/2015.

Chapter 1: Starry Night

Stars are an interesting thing. Go, look up at the night sky. They fill mankind's mind with so many thoughts across the ages. At first superstition, mythology, imagination and wonder. They inspired mankind with stories of forces beyond their comprehension, used them to explain the natural world and gave them hope that a soul lived forever. Then observation and understanding, thus leading to navigation and exploration. With the heavenly bodies movements documented, mapped and named, mankind was able to navigate their lands and oceans. The burning lights in the dark guiding them to new lands and discoveries.

Now, just before the start of the next millennium of human civilization, stars represented adventure and expansion. The phrase 'shoot for the stars' became literal as mankind no longer needed to explore the universe through a telescope. Ships in the thousands cared the living creatures of earth beyond their original home out into the universe. Colonizing new worlds, discovering new pools of resources and further expanding humanity's knowledge of the universe.

For one human in particular the stars now represented escape. Boarding a ship alone with no real direction, they pointed at a spot of light and engaged the engines. The journey took over several centuries. The ship was falling apart underneath their feet from age. Finally crash landing on this habitable planet.

The stars were beautiful that night. They didn't know any of their names or even if they had been named yet. After living on earth for so long looking up at the night sky they would automatically look for a familiar constellation. Orion, the Ursa Major, Draco or maybe Aquarius. However, none of these groups of stars where in the sky above them. That gave a strange amount of comfort.

They had named some, using them for navigation as their electronics and technology ran out of power or fallen into disrepair. It had been a long time since they had only relied on the stars and their creator to guide their path. There was a blue star they had named 'behemoth' because it was the brightest and largest star. A line of seven stars above the southern horizon he called the 'lance'. A group of five stars that appeared just before dawn reminded them of a fish, deciding to call the constellation 'salmon'. However, right now it was a small constellation of 4 stars that held their attention. They'd called these four 'compass', they were almost evenly spaced from each other and were relatively close to the vertical axis of the planets rotation. They had been following them now for the past several months, giving them a direction for their path.

Without direction and purpose they tended to wander in circles. With a direction and no purpose they just wandered, it was enough for them to keep living.

They were in a good mood, as they watched the heavens turn around them, until one of the stars blinked out. Their eye was drawn to the sudden void in the night sky. They checked the surrounding stars for placement then looking at the void. One of their stars had just disappeared. They're mood slumped, something as long lived as a star had died that night.

They sighed closing their eyes. It was a quiet night. The wind wasn't blowing so the tall grass they were laying in didn't make a noise. No wild animals were about lurking for a late dinner. Not even an insect chirped or buzzed. The only audible noise was breathing from a lone human. The calm made their breathing slow, their mind became still, their consciousness slip to black.

Unfortunately, the chaotic universe decided roll the dice.

The hangar bay was abuzz with chatter as a ship was prepped for departure. One could have almost guessed that the entire station was there for the sendoff. As per tradition of their culture it was time for a group of unblooded to prove themselves. All of them had been trained by the best, all had been succeeded in surpassing the station's expectations and all were destined become leaders. All of them sons or daughters of leaders at the highest levels of their society.

It was easy to spot the farewell committee as bearers and sires stood proudly patting their children on the shoulder. Even with the small possibility that some might not make it back alive it was a joyful sendoff. However, closest to the gangway stood a figure of tremendous power. The clan matriarch of the entire station saying farewell to her only daughter and heir.

The clan matriarch stood just under nine feet tall, towering over everyone in the hanger bay. Her body was a pillar of strength and power while remaining still beautiful and feminine. The silver colored armor she wore was heavily worn and scarred but shone with a bright luster. It was decorated with feather, scale, horn, fang and talon of her many kills from her helm to her saddles. Bright jewels were inlaid into her gauntlets and breast plate. The mask strapped to her belt bore that handy work of a master craftsmen with detailed engravings of great beasts. She held their family's ancestral war spear in her left hand, painstakingly scribed with runes telling of battles won long ago. Her right hand rested on her daughter's shoulder.

Her daughter was a younger and shorter image of herself. Her body stood strong while holding the deadly grace and energy of youth. Her silver armor was new with no tarnish or scars of battle. There were few things that accessorized her armor, as her adventures were few and kills fewer. The only jewel decorating her armor was one shaped in her family's crest. Worn proudly at the center of her breastplate. The only weapons she had was her blade gauntlets on both arms with a combi-stick on her back and two smart-discs on her belt.

"My daughter, you have passed all the trials and rights that our ancestors have required. Now you must pass one last test, to prove you are ready to share the mantle of clan." The matriarch lifted the ancestral staff in her left hand bring it back down with weighted thud. "Your noble heart pumps the powerful blood of our family line. You will come back in victory."

"Yes, my bearer," her daughter bowed her head in respect. Still bowed the matriarch leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"I expect you to come back with nothing less than a queen's skull on your shoulders." Her daughter's face turned up to be the proud smile of her bearer.

"Only one?" returning the smile in kind as she answered back. The two females shared eye contact before belted out in roaring laughter. A warrior at the top of the gangway called out that it was time to go. As the families gave one last hug and piece of advice to their departing member.

"Be careful, my daughter."

"Live long, my bearer." With that the daughter placed the mask on her face giving one last bow before heading up the ramp. The nine other unblooded followed giving on last wave before disappearing into the ship. The gangway slowly retracted into the ship as the hatch began to close. The matriarch stood proud as her eyes darted between port holes looking for one last glimpse of her daughter. Finally, her eyes found her daughter. She could tell her daughter was smiling wildly with excitement behind the stoic mask.

"My love, be still. You will see her again," the matriarch did not look to who spoke to her. She now noticed that she was trembling from what she didn't want to acknowledge. Excitement, joy, pride... no, all these feelings she expressed freely. Under her happy disguise, deep down she was terrified.

"My mate, she is my only daughter among the sixty sons I've beared."

"I know, I know," her husband said softly, "but know she is your mirror imagine. She will not fail in her Kainde Amedha Chiva."

"Yes," the matriarch said softly. A small grin formed at the corner of her mouth, "but she has your habit of getting into trouble."

"Then it's good thing she also has my charm to get her out of trouble." The comment sat on the air for a long while before any reaction came from the matriarch.

"I'd say it's your charm that gets you in trouble half the time," she chuckled as her mate joined her. Her laughter faded and a stoic face of a leader reemerged as her mate carried on chuckling. The matriarch turned to leave, but before she did she stood very close to her mate. Looking straight ahead, not looking down at the smaller male. She whispered in a low voice, "like how much trouble you're in when you come to bed tonight."

Her mate's laughter promptly stopped as he started to break into a nervous sweat with a happy smile. The matriarch smelling the perspiration rundown his face. She kept the stoic mask of a leader while smiling mischievously on the inside as she marched away. The male stood there looking out the bay doors as he saw the last glint of the ship carrying their daughter off toward her hunt. "She'll come back safely," he thought to himself, "real questions is if I'll be here to greet her."

The ship caring the ten unblooded arching gently as the pilots put it on course to their destination. The peaceful exterior of the craft betrayed the truly chaotic and rambunctious inside. The unblooded where bouncing of the walls in excitement. Hooting and yelling at the top of their lungs. However, one remained ever stoic even in this atmosphere, the mask over her face helping tremendously to hide her excitement; her bearer had trained her well.

As she watched the station disappeared into the black. She leaned back in her seat looking ahead. She needed to sleep, it was a long journey to the hunting ground and she needed to conserve all of her energy. Concentrating she slowed her heart beat taking deep breaths. Putting in some ear plugs the noise of her fellow unblooded disappeared. Through years of meditation serenity came. Her breathing slowed, her mind was at peace, her consciousness slip to black.

Unfortunately, the chaotic universe decided roll the dice.

A/N: Hope whoever reads this has more knowledge about the Predator universe because I could use some help. I've read a few of the fics in the fandom and I've enjoyed a lot of them. However, even after that I can't figure out how authors name their characters. I know some of them are supposed to portray some sort of meaning, but to me a name is usually just a name. So do to my lack of competence in the field of Yautja names I'm asking to whoever is reading this to throw out some suggestions. I need about six to begin with; two feminine and four masculine. (FYI, the six names are all for the unblooded, matriarch daughter included. I'm not naming the matriarch or her husband yet, but you're welcome to suggest names for them as well.) So if you want to name a character in my story, please leave a comment or PM me. I doubt I'll start writing my next chapter until I've come up with some names.

Anyways, story has a mellow start, but it's going to pick up really quickly and earn that M rating. Grammar and spelling criticism is welcome as well as criticism about anything wrong with my Yautja society. Hope you enjoyed and I'll be seeing you all next chapter. Until then, Peace.

A/N 1/1/2015: Thank you to Khalthar and other readers who have PMed me or have made comments regarding grammar and content it's really helped.