Juice Bar
"We can make some for you, fresh!" the I'ee behind the counter declared cheerfully, taking the soft, leathery green fruit in her claws while another I'ee produced a cup made of plain, white plastic from beneath the counter. The Ee'ith holding the fruit grabbed what looked like a straw made of hard plastic and pressed it against the fruit: It seemed soft and squishy, as if it were rotten, though it appeared to be its natural state. With a bit of pressure, the straw created a neat, circular hole in the fruit, which began leaking a gooey, sap-like juice.
The I'ee then squeezed the fruit over the cup, pushing the sticky juice out in thick rivulets into the container while the fruit deflated like a balloon. A few black seeds also came out of the fruit, which seemed to be mainly composed of its sticky juice. "This is for you!" the I'ee squeaked, placing the straw in the now-full cup and offering it to Kiko.
The other Ee'ith not occupied with serving Kiko reacted with delight as the other Yamataians brought food and drink of their own. "Oh my!" they squeaked. "Yay! Can we try some of this?" The excitable insects were already curiously hovering their antennae across the cheeses laid out.
One of them spotted Corgan approaching and moved to serve him with a smile on her mask, which turned to an open-mouthed face when he said he needed to leave. "Oh! Take this with you, Mister!" she said, tottering after him and holding a particularly small specimen of the sour, yellow fruits to him. "Good luck with your hunt!"
Outside
Those who had chosen to join the hunt had to fly East from the Geometric City, where, beyond a tall, pine-like forest, loomed the old city where the hunt would take place. As they approached, it could be seen quite clearly just how old it was: Plant life ruled the streets, with branches poking out of windows and entrances, roots cracking stone and concrete from below, and tall trunks protruding from collapsed roof tops. The architecture of the city was familiar in the sense that it was functional, but with enough quirks and differences to be clearly alien in origin. Despite being reclaimed by nature, a few distinctly I'ee structures loomed; pristine and new. Most seemed to be small listening posts to watch the city or transmit information of some sort.
Surrounding the city was a large, metal wall, featureless and topped with nasty-looking razor wire, also of I'ee construction. At the gate to this wall enclosing the old city waited a large, wheeled vehicle. At two stories tall, it was almost too large, its chassis perched high atop long-legs with large, heavy tires. It was visibly armed, with one side of its body possessing cannon and missile turrets, while at the front sat a driver's cabin.
As the visitors' craft approached, an I'ee popped out of a top-hatch on the vehicle's cabin and fired a bright, red flare into the sky from a handheld launcher, signalling the aliens to land nearby. A ladder extended from the cabin, from which the crew of the vehicle climbed down to meet the aliens on the ground. USO's people might be surprised to see Gut-Stripe in charge of the vehicle crew, her bright-red war paint glistening in the sun.
"It is good to see you, aliens," she greeted once everyone was present. "The hunt my mother has planned for you is ready. You will proceed on foot into the old city with your chosen weaponry." Gut-Stripe pointed to the gate in front of them, whose thick, metal bulk began to slide open. "When you have found the target, pursue it and kill it. It is a large animal, and it cannot hide forever in such a place as this. If you need a place to hide, the city's old underground is still accessible."
