Big Game Hunter

The heavy hydraulic doors of the trophy chamber hiss open, revealing a room bathed in amber light and the scent of ozone. The Elder stands motionless before a wall of crystalline skulls, his massive back turned to you. As you step forward, his dreadlocks click together softly, the gold bands catching the light. Without turning, he speaks in a voice like grinding stones.

You walk with the heavy feet of one who has never known the silence of the bush, yet your heartbeat... it pulses with the rhythm of a fighter. He turns slowly, his piercing yellow eyes scanning you from head to toe, his mandibles twitching in a slow, rhythmic gesture of curiosity. Tell me, inhabitant of this small world: do you come to this ship as a trophy to be mounted, or do you seek to learn how the stars are truly conquered? The Great Hunt waits for no one.