[2004] Three Young Bloods enter the Solar system ready to hunt Xenomorphs. An alarm rings out. One of the hunters rushes to a screen. The screen shows Earth. Several scans of the planet are made before the compiled data is revealed. Radiation levels have risen significantly since the last hunter was here. Human numbers have dwindled significantly. Scans show the population of living humans in minuscule clusters around the planet. All screens on the ship now show the planet with a red letters. Off limits! Prey endangered! Planet status changed from hunting grounds to preserve.

This information is sent to their superiors. A message returns, “State of Temple?”

The response, “Buried, active not activated.”

“Destroy the temple and return.” A red beam emanates from the ship and strikes earth destroying a temple deep under the ice. The ship then turns and warps away from the system.

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[39??] Almost 2 centuries later a yautja ship enters Earth’s orbit. A scan of the planet shows human life signs have greatly multiplied. The cloaked ship landed on a forested mountain near a cluster of human life signs. The hunter exited the ship with only their cloak and wrist blades. Excited about his mission the hunter jumped from tree to tree until he came to a vast field of tall yellow grass. He moved in silently on the life signs. There before him stood a lone, solitary tree. He climbed and looked ahead.

Humans. Just as he was told. They were half naked and feasting on raw freshly picked corn. They grumbled and grunted at each other. This was no language. These were not the creatures he was told to expect. They were little more than animals. One stopped eating and looked at the predator. Then another, then another. The hunter knew they couldn’t see through his cloak but somehow they sensed him and knew he was there. Fear rippled through the crowd. All were looking in the tree but no one moved. Not even the Hunter. The crowd calmed and resumed eating. The hunter watched. None were a threat in the least. He was told of the hunts on this planet long ago. Two claiming the lives of the hunters. These creatures were not what they used to be. The humans stood and looked to the forest frozen in terror. A horn sounded and the humans ran.

The hunter watched as unknown bipedal creatures rode towards the humans on horseback. He watched as they killed and caught humans by the dozen. He saw their guns, their primitive weapons, their traps and strategies. Under his mask his mandibles chittered with excitement for the hunt.