AN:Ok, so here is a story I just started so please let me know what you think. I am a sci-fi buff so that's what I am most comfortable writing. Though there is not mpreg in this section it is coming so don't worry ;)

Intro:

Quin looked up in alarm as the sky darkened in shadow. The ship that descended was massive, seemingly engulfing the entire ruined city.  He muttered a curse as he tried to find shelter in one of the long abandoned buildings. It had been years, almost a decade, since his species had been taken over by the neighboring world of Bellumina and their ships were a constant, unwelcome presence and a measure of their power.  His heart pounded as he struggled to open the door on the nearest building, he knew the price if he was caught in this forbidden area. The door refused to budge and his breath quickened as he looked for another entrance. Seeing none he glanced back at the ship which had almost completed its landing and knew that he could not risk being out in the open.  Thinking quickly he ran to the nearest window and, holding his breath, smashed it with his bare fist. He grimaced against the pain but was relieved when the glass shattered. He crawled into the stale air of the abandoned warehouse and rapidly made his way into what had once been an office. He crawled under the dusty desk and attempted to make his lanky form as small as possible. He could hear the machinery of the ship groan and settle as it landed and he heard the mechanical whirring of the ramp descending. Trying to control his breathing he listened intently as the marching boots of the numerous soldiers clanged on the ramp as they exited the ship. Then he heard a cry that seemed to pierce his very soul, it was the cry of death, a cry that hundreds if not thousands had heard but few were still around to speak about, the cry of “Venar!” ,the call to hunt.

Chapter 1:

Quin struggled to maintain his calm as the cries of the soldier’s excitement rung out. Hunting was a sport the Bellum relished in. They would conquer worlds just for the thrill of hunting the species that occupied it to extinction and, with that accomplished, would raid the resources of the planet and move to their next target. The accomplishments of their warriors were not in the battle that conquered the world but in the body count that resulted in the consequent hunting. They would play games with the species, allowing them to live in specified zones and only hunting in what they categorized as forbidden zones. But, as the specified zones were crowded and limited in resources there was a need for members of that community risk entrance into the forbidden zones so that the rest may survive. Finally once the Bellum got bored with this arrangement they would attack the specified zones and leave no survivors. Even knowing this the species that the Bellum conquered, including Quin’s, had no other choice but to play along. All of their power and resources were used in the initial attack on their world and at present were little shadows of their former civilization. So here Quin sat, a victim of the lottery of a specified zone which determined who they would risk to gather the resources. At the age of 17, this was the first time that Quin’s name was put in the drawing. His luck being as it was, it did not come as a surprise to him that his name was the one drawn. His parents had both been killed in the initial attack and his little sister had gotten sick not even a year later and had died due to the lack of the zone’s resources. All he had left was an aged aunt who had wept despairingly as he left the safe confines of the specified zone.

 His mind snapped back to the present as he heard a noise and silently cursing himself for being distracted by self-pity he listened carefully. He heard it again, the crack of broken glass. It seemed one of the soldier’s had entered the factory through his improvised door. The footsteps now echoing through the factory grew louder as the soldier moved deeper inside the warehouse. Quin held his breath as the footsteps seemed to approach the old office. The door creaked open and the solider entered, alien eyes keen on any movement. Quin’s heart seemed to be pounding so loudly that he was sure that the hunter could hear it. His body was shaking with terror as the soldier walked toward the desk. He could hear the savage opening of the small closet door that stood not two feet away from the front of the desk and the low growl of the hunter as he found it empty. Suddenly the footsteps seemed to be right on top of Quin and he stilled in horror as the soldier walked around the desk. He leaned down and peered at Quin through black, soulless eyes and smiled cruelly.

 “Well, what do we have here?” the hunter cackled.

He lifted his weapon directly at Quin who was frozen in fright, expecting this to be it. But instead of bullet he expected, the hunter’s eyes narrowed as he took in his shaking form.

“Get out here!” he ordered sharply.

It took a moment to process the command but once it registered Quin scrambled to comply. He exited the cubby hole he occupied and warily stood to face his attacker. The hunter seemed to take a measure of him, peering at him from head to foot.

Then the hunter unexpectedly smiled, “Yes.” He hissed. “You will do just fine.” 

AN: I know it's kinda short but I promise the next chapters will be longer. That is if anyone thinks I should continue? I welcome any constructive criticism and any thoughts that would improve the story. 

Thanks!