Hish'ta'keth looking at victor then began his tale.
"In the age of my youth, when the cosmos was aflame with the fires of war and the clash of gods echoed across the stars, Odin, the All-Father of Asgard, set his gaze upon our realm. With hubris unmatched, he led his Asgardian legions into battle against the proud and formidable Yautja pantheon, seeking to subdue our world and bend our gods and mortals to his will.
But we, the Yautja, are not so easily intimidated neither conquered. With ferocity born of pride and honor, we met Odin's forces on the field of battle, our warriors clashing with his in a dance of divine power and martial prowess. Though we suffered losses, we stood unbowed, our resolve unbroken, and drove the Asgardians back from whence they came with tails between their legs." After he said that some Gods and Goddesses laughed, until he cleared his throat causing the others to mutter an apology. Shaking his head in seemingly exasperation he continued.
"For centuries, Odin kept his distance, respecting the strength and autonomy of our people. But when the dark elves, led by the malevolent Malekith, sought to plunge the universe into eternal darkness with the power of the Aether, Odin saw fit to unite Asgard with the Yautja in a desperate bid to stop them.
Together, we waged war against the forces of darkness, our combined might striking fear into the hearts of our enemies. In a battle that spanned realms and dimensions, we fought side by side, brothers and sisters in arms, to drive back the dark elf menace and secure victory for the forces of light and order.
But as the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, Odin's treacherous nature revealed itself once more. In a shocking act of betrayal, he turned on us, sealing away the Yautja from the mortal world and consigning us to obscurity, our existence slowly being erased from the annals of history.
Yet though we were cast into the shadows and sealed, our spirit endured. We are the Yautja, proud and mighty, and though Odin's betrayal may have darkened our legacy, it has not extinguished the flame of our pride, nor dulled the edge of our honor."
Ish'na'keth continued where he left off
"As the echoes of betrayal reverberated through the cosmos, we, the Yautja, found ourselves cast into the shadows, our once-proud civilization consigned to obscurity by the treachery of Odin, the All-Father of Asgard. Yet even as we licked our wounds and sought solace in the shadows, a new threat emerged from the depths of the universe.
The Kree, once wary of drawing our attention, now saw fit to take advantage of our weakened state. Enboldened by the chaos unleashed by Odin's betrayal, they descended upon our world with ruthless abandon, seeking to lay waste to our people and bend us to their will.
Their armies marched across our lands, leaving devastation in their wake. Many of our mortals were captured and subjected to unspeakable horrors, experimented on and twisted into grotesque abominations. Those who resisted faced a fate worse than death, their defiance met with brutal reprisal.
Forced into hiding, our people, the proud warriors of Yautja, were reduced to shadows of our former selves. Our people moved in silence, seeking to keep a low profile and avoid drawing the attention of their oppressors. But even in the darkness, our spirits remained unbroken, our resolve unwavering.
Though the odds may seem insurmountable, we all refuse to yield. We are the Yautja, fierce and indomitable, and though we may have been forced to bide our time, we shall rise again, reclaiming our rightful place among the stars and casting down those who would seek to oppress us all.
The day will eventually for come when the Kree, and all who dare to stand against us, will tremble before the might of the Yautja once more." She finished, sound truthfully exhausted. Victor took some time to organize his thoughts then asked
"So why seek my help, you know that even if I now possess a body of a yautja as well as the skills, memories and experience, I am just a mortal. Heck I was a regular weak human who never trained all his life, why would you choose me?"
"Victor, as our chosen" Ish'ta words echoed in his mind, carrying the weight of ages past and the hopes of generations yet to come. "You have been called forth from the outer realms of mortals to serve as our champion and avatar in this universe, for a great purpose lies before you, intertwined with the fate of our people and this universe itself."
Grim'vor continued where she left of, speaking of ancient prophecies and forgotten legends, of a time when the Yautja pantheon would be sealed away from the mortal world by the treachery of Odin and the machinations of dark forces beyond their understanding. "For centuries," Grim'vor continued, "we have languished in the shadows, our power weakened, our people scattered and oppressed by those who seek to exploit our absence."
"But you, Victor, chosen of the gods," Kor'shak voice resonated with reverence and determination, "you possess a rare gift, a spark of divinity that sets you apart from your mortal brethren. In you, we see the potential to break the seal that binds us, to uplift and rescue our people from the darkness that threatens to consume them."
Vak'tor voice booming with both strength and pride said "Only through your courage, your strength, and your unwavering resolve can we hope to be set free from our prison and reclaim our rightful place among the stars," Ven'rax staring deeply into his eyes declared. "You are our beacon of hope, our light in the darkness, and we entrust you with the fate of our people and the future of the this universe."