((I'm probably going to RP as two people as the predators, Cracked Tusk, a Clan Leader and Scar, and Elite))
The Predators sat mostly in their ships.
"Clan Leader, we have picked up a transmission, they sound Human" The Clan Leader in charge slowly walked over, he held his helmet under his left arm.
"Try to decode it, let them know we're listening." The transmissions officer did so and sound filled the small room
"So they think their old age nukes would do anything to us?"
"Transmit to all ships" The Clan Leader commanded. The transmissions officer did so, he was blooded but still got little respect from the Clan Leader. They listened in and when 'Admiral Marshall' wanted to 'chat' the Clan Leader responded. He used the wrist gauntlet to translate to English.
"This is Clan Leader, Cracked Tusk of the Yautja, if you wish to talk to me and my clan and anyone else who is on this rock of a planet then I command you to come down and speak. Staying up in the stars is cowardly and for all we know you could be planning to blow us all to smithereens."
Scar sat on the top of one of the ships. He looked around the place he was in before a voice rang out in his helmet.
Environment safe to breathe. With this Scar took off his helmet slowly and laid it down next to him. He breathed in the air as the transmission from the Clan Leader started to sound out from his wrist gauntlet.