In the streets of New York 2.0 a balding portly man was walking home after a long day at work at the colonial treasury office. He was unaware that 6 pairs of eyes were carefully watching him. Hundreds of years haven't changed one simple rule. Never walk in New York alone and at night. The man turned onto a poorly lit abandoned street and had crossed halfway until his stalkers attacked. Charging him down the street was a young Huxen female coming. The official, seeing his attacker, was about to scream as and run as fast as his legs would carry him, however the lone Huxen was just a distraction. Emerging from a side alleyway two more Huxen roughly grabbed the mans shoulders and brought him to the ground. The female leaped on the fallen man and clawed at his face and shoulders while the others held him pinned. Three more of the hyena men slinked out of the alley two of them bounding to join the mauling while the third (and only one to have passed any more than 20 earth years in this little attack) stayed back observing.
After a few moments the elder barked out harshly, "That's enough!" then louder when his order was ignored, "I said that's enough!". at this the attack stopped but they kept the man pinned to the sidewalk. Crocuta eyed his prey as he walked up to speak him. He was scratched and bleeding but to startled and surprised to cry out. And he was very afraid. Crocuta looked into his terrified eyes as he spoke to him. I think I know what your thinking right about now. What did i do to deserve this? Why is this happening to me?" the banker was breathing heavily and was too scared to speak so his attacker continued, "Some might say beacause he was careless, because he wasn't,fast or strong enough, or even the age old wrong place wrong time rationale." Crocuta then squatted down so that his face was level with his victims. "But the truth of things is you didn't do anything to deserve this, all you were doing was trying to get home. It's not your fault that you have to die." At this the man started to cry softly finally acknowledging what he knew was about to happen. Crocuta continued, "I know, and for what very little it's worth i'm sorry.If you need someone to blame in these final moments blame me. Work's slow, humans don't like or want us here, and credit is hard to come by and... I've been having trouble putting food on the table. Until you came along. I'm sorry little man, but my family is hungry." With this last statement he put one hand on his forehead. With the other he cut his throat with a bone handled knife.
At this his Crocuta's warriors began to eat, he didn't join them. His little speech ruined his appetite. He let them get their fill before calling them off "What's in his pockets?" Crocuta asked, "14, credits and some gum chief!" "Take six and leave the rest and give me a stick of that!" His warriors did as told but with looks of confusion on their faces. Seeing this Crocuta explained, When NYPD discovers this all they'll think is Forgotten attack, but if they find a obviously rich man with nothing in his pocket? Robbery. Leave the brief case too." With a sharp gesture the weaker, and incaple of combat emerged from the alley. An old male half-blind and lame in one leg, his niece who was still a child, and his mate Kasalia who was pregnant with their children.
Crocuta began barking orders, leaving two of his warriors to protect the others while they ate and then take the them back to the den. The physically strongest, Ruku, returned to his job of unloading crates at the starport. He took the remainder the youngest and the oldest warriors, with him. He didin't want this sort of honor less murder to happen again. So whith this two Huxen in tow he walked into Debris, looking for work.
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(disregard metal armor, imagine more scrappy gear)