Chapter One: The Hunt Begins...
Amongst your people, the Hunt is everything. A Yautja rises or falls based upon the trophies he collects. From ancient times, it has always been, and shall always be, the Way. Cetanu, whether on purpose or mistakenly, killed his Chieftain, the Huntmaster, and so was banished from the Home-world. Taking one of the Ancients scout craft, you have found yourself in the worlds not of your people, accepted by a fringe group of powerful psionic warriors. They do not judge you upon your actions, but upon your results. They equipped you with your mindclaws, training you to focus your mental abilities to form the crimson blades from your gauntlets. They introduced you to someone who could appreciate your...unique talents, of all things, a human, dressed in white clothing. If it wasn't enough, you have been warned that he is a most dangerous creature, a noble of the Dragon Empire.
You have been called to meet with him, deep in the urban jungle of the metropolis of Khandar, within the Domain of Altara, the White Dragons. Some hunt that would grant you an impressive trophy, as well as access to wealth to improve you equipment.