Alien vs Predator: A Frozen Hell

[Villani]

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[Villani]

Predators, pt I.
Far from the core systems, out in the dark deepths of space drifts the Tarei'hasan, clan ship of the Guan-thwei. What the Tarei'hasan lacked in size and firepower it made up for in speed and manuverability. The ship's sleek wings are lined with rows of twin-linked plasma cannons but the craft's real power lies in its aft bomb bay where hundreds of deadly "sticky" magnetic mines lay in wait.
Inside the womb of the ship, a half-dozen yautja sleep quietly while the clan pilot, Nan-de quietly steers the Tarei'hasan through an astroid belt. All was quiet untill the ship recieved an incoming transmission from the Kantra .
The bridge was bathed in light as a hologram rippled into sight. The fuzzy picture revealed a mature yautja male clad in thick, scaly beast hides. The male made a shallow growling sound before speaking.
"Many of my best hunters have meet with U'sl-kwe on this paya-forsaken world. The Pyode Amedha managed to capture a Blooded, Nihkou'te, before he could Bpi-de his life. I fear he will become a victim of their experiments." There was a breif pause in the transmission as the hunter looked at the ground.
"We too will encounter U'sl-kwe in a matter of moments from the storm. It is now your chiva and duty to kill Nihkou'te and restore his honor and avenge our clan by killing every last Ooman. Go with honor, you know what must be done." The hologram flickered and dimmed.
The ship's contorl panel flashed with new coridnates set for a small, backwater planet known to the hunters as H'dlak.

 

[Villani]

Marines, pt I.
The sky was darkening over the frozen earth. The dusk patrols were turning in and the night shift was begining their route. The Company (Weyland-Yutani) had very strict rules and regulations reguarding science facilities, and one of their biggest located on LV-989, had just captured a live Predator. This was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Yautja never went down without a fight and if they did-they made sure nothing survived.
Most of the conscripts were eager to see it. They wanted to see if the creature was like the great beast they had heard of in stories. But, as always, only the research staff had access to the compound. They kept it locked away from the outside and the researchers were not permited to explain what they had seen.
Sometimes the guards would hear beast-like howls and other blood-curling noises from inside the compound but they could only wonder. What the hell was going on in there?

 

[Vixandra]

Nan-de Than gaun aka Nan-de

Listening to the final bits of the transmission, I smiled wickedly, my mandibles almost clicking in excitement. Finely something to do, someone to kill. I was Nan-de Than Gaun, and I was getting a bit blood thirsty. Been stuck in Space flying these Blooded and Young Blooded warriors around and getting no play myself.
These "Oomans" shouldn't be underestimated but they can't be worse then those damn Te-dqi. Hopefully tastier too. Rations here sucked.

I hit a series of buttons on my control panel, bringing my fellow Yautja out of thier hypersleep. My voice was harsh yet fluid as I growled over the intercom, "We've got a job to do, my blood thirsty friends. So rise and shine, and perform pre-combat checks."
On a private link I spoke directly to the "leader" of my cargo of warriors. Amoung the Yautja leader is a relative thing. On my ship it meant that he was the one I looked to to get stuff done because I thought he actually had the intelligence to do it unlike some of the bigger but less bright Blooded with us. "Thei de Guan, we've got a fun job coming up. Get to hunt down and kill one of our own this time."
I briefed him fully on what information I had for him to relay it to the rest of the group. I was going to be busy dodging the asteroid belt in the H'dlak system to get to its title planet. I patted my ship, the Tarei'hasan with a steady hand as I activated the new coordinates. Was going to be an interesting ride, I thought to myself, settling in.

 

[MeikaBeans]

The Kingston Unit strode the hallways with it's usual purposeful stride, taking in the hustle and bustle that was the shift change. The synthetic had the fortune of passing through the barracks at that particular moment, subjecting her to the organized chaos as marines swarmed in and out of their living areas. It was the most use her senses received all day, her optical sensors scrambling to identify as many marines as possible. Not that every single face was loaded into her memory, but she knew those of rank, of noteable fame, and of infamy. She had engaged several marines in casual conversation, so those were noted as well. She had an infallible memory. Her "nerves" were on overdrive, waiting to feel a marine brush past or collide with her in the rush. Both eyes and skin worked together allow her the most graceful and steady stride possible.

Kingston's ears did their best to filter the random pieces of conversation she overheard. The base was exceptionally noisey as word spread of the Predator's capture. Stories and rumors were flying. Soldiers told the tales they'd heard and shared what they could about this particular one's capture. Some pieced-together stories were accurate. Others were completely off. While Kingston didn't experience the great wonder and awe these men felt, she was curious. This event had serious ramifications and no doubt a deep impact on the United Americas' intelligence. This would in turn allow her to better aide the people she was assigned to. She was programmed to take interest in anything that would allow her to perform more efficiently.

Turning the corner, the android continued on her way to science facilities. She was on duty now, and as there was no expected need for her in the field or elsewhere, she was to report to the science facility to aide the doctors and scientists present. Sometimes it would be as a database, her advanced A.I. allowing her to tailor the doctor's inquiries and make the search for information as easy as possible. Other times it would be hands-on assistance, her thorough eye used in detailed tasks. And once in a while it would be to go were the scientists feared to tread, her artificial life easier for them to risk then their own.

As the Kingston Unit drew closer to the facility, the Predator's presence grew apparent. No other creatures were being used by the facility at the moment, an the beast howled like none other. Fear was another immotion not directly programmed into her psyche, but moving towards such a brutal species was in conflict with her self preservation. Statistics showed that it was highly unlikely anything negative would occur to her given the circumstances, but she also knew that with each step nearer to the Predator, the statistics slipped further from her favor.

 

[Villani]

Aliens, pt I.
A shuder ran through the hive. The Queen was pleased. There was to be a change of plans. Not just meat, but hosts too. There was a hunter with the "victims" now. A new, more powerful potential host...
Sil'veis scuttled along the wall at a constant speed. The walls of her home were coated with a sticky mold. These same walls held helpless victims bound in slimy shackles. The hive was running low on members-it was almost time to resurface and recruit a few others... When Sil'veis had gone far enough, she leapt down from the wall and scuttled inside a large-mouthed room. The chamber was lined with hundreds of small, sticky eggs. Other drones such as herself, carried eggs up from a shadowy pit in the center of the room where the mistress herself awaited her.
Sil'veis cautiously peeked her head over the rim of the "breeding pit". Below her, a large, black monstrosity hissed eagerly. Sil'veis bowed humbly and then revelaed her shrap, glistening with a low growl. Her maw-like tounge extended slowly from her wet jaws and snapped the air before retreating into the throat. The Queen's will would be done.
Awaken the children. Round up the warriors. Tonight they would engorge themselves in human flesh. Maybe tonight, she would have the chance to die for the hive.

 

[Villani]

Listening to the final bits of the transmission, I smiled wickedly, my mandibles almost clicking in excitement. Finely something to do, someone to kill. I was Nan-de Than Gaun, and I was getting a bit blood thirsty. Been stuck in Space flying these Blooded and Young Blooded warriors around and getting no play myself.
These "Oomans" shouldn't be underestimated but they can't be worse then those damn Te-dqi. Hopefully tastier too. Rations here sucked.

I hit a series of buttons on my control panel, bringing my fellow Yautja out of thier hypersleep. My voice was harsh yet fluid as I growled over the intercom, "We've got a job to do, my blood thirsty friends. So rise and shine, and perform pre-combat checks."
On a private link I spoke directly to the "leader" of my cargo of warriors. Amoung the Yautja leader is a relative thing. On my ship it meant that he was the one I looked to to get stuff done because I thought he actually had the intelligence to do it unlike some of the bigger but less bright Blooded with us. "Thei de Guan, we've got a fun job coming up. Get to hunt down and kill one of our own this time."
I briefed him fully on what information I had for him to relay it to the rest of the group. I was going to be busy dodging the asteroid belt in the H'dlak system to get to its title planet. I patted my ship, the Tarei'hasan with a steady hand as I activated the new coordinates. Was going to be an interesting ride, I thought to myself, settling in.

Predator, pt II.
There was a lot of commotion amongst the members of the Guan-thwei. Not one hunter aboard had ever gotten the chance to kill another Yaujta save Tar'nithkis who kept the head of a hunter on his very wall. He was old, but he was an arbiter and they held a solemn respect for him. Young Blood warriors around him eagerly fastened their gear and adjusted their weapons. Their movments were frantic and uneasy. For most of them, this was their first hunt since their blooding rights.
With a light pushing motion from the tips of her fingers, Nan-de sent the Tarei'hasan rocketing towards the small planet of H'dlak. The agile clan ship glided gracefully through drifting fields of frosted astroids.
As Nan-de prepared to enter the atmosphere, she felt a clap on her shoulder. Behind her, a large brute of a hunter named Ta'voc stood with his great arms crossed, wearing a grin frightening enough to give a Rjet nightmares.
"This day I will show you why Lou-dte Kalei are unfit to hunt along my warriors," he growled as he brandished a sharpened ritual dagger. Any response would provoke a challenge, and Ta'voc was one of the few Blooded that could hold his ground.

 

[Villani]

The Kingston Unit strode the hallways with it's usual purposeful stride, taking in the hustle and bustle that was the shift change. The synthetic had the fortune of passing through the barracks at that particular moment, subjecting her to the organized chaos as marines swarmed in and out of their living areas. It was the most use her senses received all day, her optical sensors scrambling to identify as many marines as possible. Not that every single face was loaded into her memory, but she knew those of rank, of noteable fame, and of infamy. She had engaged several marines in casual conversation, so those were noted as well. She had an infallible memory. Her "nerves" were on overdrive, waiting to feel a marine brush past or collide with her in the rush. Both eyes and skin worked together allow her the most graceful and steady stride possible.

Kingston's ears did their best to filter the random pieces of conversation she overheard. The base was exceptionally noisey as word spread of the Predator's capture. Stories and rumors were flying. Soldiers told the tales they'd heard and shared what they could about this particular one's capture. Some pieced-together stories were accurate. Others were completely off. While Kingston didn't experience the great wonder and awe these men felt, she was curious. This event had serious ramifications and no doubt a deep impact on the United Americas' intelligence. This would in turn allow her to better aide the people she was assigned to. She was programmed to take interest in anything that would allow her to perform more efficiently.

Turning the corner, the android continued on her way to science facilities. She was on duty now, and as there was no expected need for her in the field or elsewhere, she was to report to the science facility to aide the doctors and scientists present. Sometimes it would be as a database, her advanced A.I. allowing her to tailor the doctor's inquiries and make the search for information as easy as possible. Other times it would be hands-on assistance, her thorough eye used in detailed tasks. And once in a while it would be to go were the scientists feared to tread, her artificial life easier for them to risk then their own.

As the Kingston Unit drew closer to the facility, the Predator's presence grew apparent. No other creatures were being used by the facility at the moment, an the beast howled like none other. Fear was another immotion not directly programmed into her psyche, but moving towards such a brutal species was in conflict with her self preservation. Statistics showed that it was highly unlikely anything negative would occur to her given the circumstances, but she also knew that with each step nearer to the Predator, the statistics slipped further from her favor.

Marines, pt II.
With the sun now below the horizon, the patrols used their shoulder lamps to carve bright paths into the twilight. The watch towers that lined the perimeter were each burdened with powerful spotlights. A high sandbag wall supporting a barbwire fence marked the edge of the base. These outer walls ran along the outside of the eight defensive towers Wich stretched just over 100 yards to the center compound-a virtually inpenetrable bunker garrisoned with over 50 veteran marines, 10 company mercenaries, and 2 USCM synthetics. Anything getting in would be entirely intended.
As Kingston approached the science wing, she could hear the screams getting louder. The great beast was howling in furry. Her curiosity was rising but her access was blocked by what looked like two armed-to-the-teeth mercs she had never seen before. Each of the guards were clad in heavy-set M3 Plated Body Kevlar and held what looked to be sophisticated M41A carbines. Kingston knew better than to assume that they were standard military muscle. There was something very odd about their prescence. They must have been dropped in with the yaujta researchers that landed after the hunter was captured. Why would the USCM send mercenaries to a fortified military base?

 

[Donsehan]

Thei De Guan

I brought my equipment to the bridge, and heard "Kill one of our own?" I asked in bewilderment. As he settled down at weapons station, taking his usual spot, and strapping in, and started checking sensors. "I don't like this, what happened?" Where are we going?" I wanted to be prepared, unsure what was going to happen. I prepped my gear, checking my discs and my shoulder cannon, and checked both my helmets to make sure they were working okay, I might need the better technology this time. "So what kind of targets am I looking for Nan-De?" Then I heard clicking as someone walked up into the bridge, and a challenge given to Nan-De Than Guan. I sat there wondering should I defend her?

 

[Vixandra]

Predator, pt II.
As Nan-de prepared to enter the atmosphere, she felt a clap on her shoulder. Behind her, a large brute of a hunter named Ta'voc stood with his great arms crossed, wearing a grin frightening enough to give a Rjet nightmares.
"This day I will show you why Lou-dte Kalei are unfit to hunt along my warriors," he growled as he brandished a sharpened ritual dagger. Any response would provoke a challenge, and Ta'voc was one of the few Blooded that could hold his ground.

I looked up from my pilot's seat after shifting the ship over to my auto-pilot program. We were clear of the asteroid belt so this was acceptable.
"Ta'voc," I said, rising from my chair to stand a good 3" taller then the male. "Your opinions were heard at the last Clan meeting and yet here you are, on my[/] ship, getting ready to drop on information I've given you."
I leaned in close to him, "And if you're stupid enough to not notice that I'm not with child then maybe we need to retire you to teaching the babies thier Kv'var (hunting) exercises instead of leading a drop ship group."
Gauntlet thrown, gauntlet answered. Still, I flicked a wrist, bringing a shurikan into my left hand behind my back, out of Ta'voc's sight. He'd been trying to find a reason to start this dispute for a while now. Though what about this mission was enough for him to try to alianate his only combat pilot? I mean amoung his group he had a couple of clan-ship pilots but none that were combat ready by any stretch of the imagination. And none that had the access codes to the ship.
I glared down at the male,wondering what his true motives were, ready for a fight.

 

[Tonofnoise]

We Move

SHE MOVES, COMMANDS WE MOVE. IT’S TIME WE MUST FIND MORE HOSTS. FEED THEY MUST. AS ONE WE MOVE. I FEEL THE REST CLAWING THEIR WAY AWAY FROM THE NET. HER HISS IS FAINT BUT HER MESSAGE IS STRONG; MOVE, FIND, ARISE. THE WARMTH OF THE NEST STILL TINGLES THROUGH MY SKIN. CLOSE WE ARE. THE GROUND IS LOOSE. ROCKS ARE SMALLER. WE’RE THROUGH. THE COLOR, THE SIGNALS OVERWHELMING. I OPEN MY MOUTH THE SMELLS OF HOST AS WEAK. SHE SIGNALS. WE REPORT. THE MESSAGE THROBS THOUGH OUT MY LOBES. I POUND MY TAIL AGAINST THE ROCKS. THE VIBRATIONS WILL ATTRACT THE OTHERS. THEY HISS WITH EXCITEMENT. DOWN THE ROCKS WE MOVE. FAST, FASTER; SMALL CREATURES MOVE TO THE LEFT. THEIR COLD CAN’T BE HOST. HOLD. TO THE LEFT THE WARMTH. MOVE. AGAIN WE RUN, MY TAIL THRASHING. SO MANY SIGNALS IT’S HARD TO TAKE IT ALL IN.THE BLACK WAVE CONTINUED TO MOVE CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE UNSUSPECTING SETTLEMENT. LIKE A BAT THE COLLECTIVE SONAR PAINT A CLEAR PICTURE OF THE UP COMING AREA. THEIR MOUTHS BECAME MOIST IN EXCITEMENT.

 

[Orlanth]

Gadaba ef Carnd Nork- Stalker of Pray

Gadaba stood silently in the shadows watching the confrontation. As his mandibes were sticking out with excitement he wondered to himself: “I will show my follow clan-mates what a true hunter is.”

This was foolish to watch, so he turned and walked back to his chamber, with out a noise to get ready the hunt.

 

[Villani]

I looked up from my pilot's seat after shifting the ship over to my auto-pilot program. We were clear of the asteroid belt so this was acceptable.
"Ta'voc," I said, rising from my chair to stand a good 3" taller then the male. "Your opinions were heard at the last Clan meeting and yet here you are, on my[/] ship, getting ready to drop on information I've given you."
I leaned in close to him, "And if you're stupid enough to not notice that I'm not with child then maybe we need to retire you to teaching the babies thier Kv'var (hunting) exercises instead of leading a drop ship group."
Gauntlet thrown, gauntlet answered. Still, I flicked a wrist, bringing a shurikan into my left hand behind my back, out of Ta'voc's sight. He'd been trying to find a reason to start this dispute for a while now. Though what about this mission was enough for him to try to alianate his only combat pilot? I mean amoung his group he had a couple of clan-ship pilots but none that were combat ready by any stretch of the imagination. And none that had the access codes to the ship.
I glared down at the male,wondering what his true motives were, ready for a fight.

Predator, pt III.
Ta'voc grinned and uttered a low trilling sound.
"You will soon have a chance to prove yourself-Lou-dte Kalei." Before leaving, Ta'voc looked over to the yaujta copilot and roared ferociously.
"Don't think you are forgotten in this Thei-de. As an outcast you are without any respect from My clan. You may be new, but I will not allow you to dishonor my brethren. Watch your back, you WILL feel my bite."

 

[Villani]

Aliens, pt II.
The digging was quick and easy and they broke through the ice in a matter of minutes. As soon as the last Xenomorph reached the surface, they began to assemble. They moved quickly and silently, swarming like ants around the entrance of their tunnel awaiting their general.
For this task, the Queen had breed a special beast to lead her swarm into battle. It was too risky for the Queen to come herself, but she would send the next best thing-a ravager.
There must have been hundreds-no, thousands of drones circling the dark opening to their hive. Sil'veis hissed eagerly as she felt vibrations from under the ice. The tremors began as faint rumbles but grew into thundering earthquakes as the beast approached. The ice began to crack and the snow began to shift as the tremors shook the earth. Whatever was surfacing was very, very big-and knowing Aliens, probably a whole lot more dangerous.

 

[MeikaBeans]

Mercenaries. Generally one of two things: ex-Marines or hacks who couldn't cut it as marines. From their appearance Kingston determined they were most likely the former. It looked like they knew what they were doing. And very rarely did Weyland-Yutani associate themselves with incompetents. Not that any of this mattered. The synthetic's routine was rarely interrupted by the workings of either the USCM or Weyland-Yutani. More often than not she was able to ignore all work but her own. Whatever reasoning there was for bringing in mercenaries, it was irrelevent to her. Besides, more guns were always good to have. Especially considering the encounter with Predators.

Approaching the mercenaries, or rather the set of doors behind them, Kingston paid the men no more attention until it was noted they were not moving. Forced to pause, she eyed both of the men without emotion.

"Gentlemen." It was the synthetic's standard address for non-USCM personell. "I am Kingston, model 219-C , employed by the USCM." 'Employed' sounded so much better than 'owned' to her. Her A.I. was advanced enough to allow her a sense of self, though it was somewhat limited. "I have the proper clearance to access the science facility. This can be verified, if you wish. But I would like to excersize said clearance as I am on duty and my obligations lie past you. May you step aside?"

It was more than a little cold, but straight-to-the-point was her default demeanor. Especially when on duty, marines kept communication efficient. Any fluff was wasting their time and distracting them from their mission. Her personality(what their was of it) was reserved for occassions she knew it would be welcomed.

Now if the two mercs would move, she'd continue on her way.

 

[Tonofnoise]

Say Hi To The Bad Guy

THE GROUND SHAKES. SIL'VEIS COMES. MY BROTHERS HISS AND OUR TAILS THRASH IN EXCITMENT. ARISE LEAD US ON THE HUNT. A SIDE WE MOVE FROM THE ENTRANCE. THE MOUTH OPENS WIDER AND THE ICE CRACKS AS SIL'VEIS APPEARS. TWICE THE NORMAL SIZE. ITS CRANIUM IS BROAD LIKE THE QUEEN HARD READY FOR BATTLE. UNLIKE US DRONES SIL'VEIS HAS 5 CLAWS ON EACH HAND AND A 6 FOOT LONG TAIL. COMMANDS ARE ISSUED MOVE. WE FOLLOW. THE COLD AIR BLOWS AGAIN MY SKIN. SCENTS OF SKIN TRAVELS THROUGH THE AIR. ACROSS THE ICE THROUGH THE DARKNESS WE GO.

 

[Jagged]

"Reaper" walked the halls of the facility wih a pissed off world hating look. He was in his ususal jungle boots, bdu pants, and flack jacket bare chest exposed showing off his tattoos and scares. A private pasted him in the halway. "Hi Seargent nice day isn't it." Reaper turned his head and looked at the kid. "Who the fuck told you this was a nice day?!?!" He continued to walk on down the hall and went to the door at the end and looked out at the perimeter.

Nothing yet but you won't drag a bunch of marines out to the middle of nowhere to just watch a bunch of labcoats and samples. He took out his sidearm and gave it one last check. A family piece passed on for generations. A .357 magnum bought in a Texas pawn shop before one of Roger's relatives head off to Vietnam. Since then it was passed on to whoever was serving in the military at the time. Most marines though with little changes except repairs and the addition of a laser site some time ago. He slipped it back into the holster and took out his zippo and lit his cigar. A slight breeze blew through the door.

That was right........nothing yet Marine....yet being the key word.

 

[Donsehan]

I fumed as Ta'voc walked off. Wanting to kill him myself, but knew I didn't have the raw strength. "What do you think that was all about Nan-de?" I asked her as I checked the sensors to give her a good spot to land, or drop, I wasn't too sure what she wanted to do. "You're gonna land aren't you?" He started scanning the planets surface for a good secluded and defendable place to put the ship down that could hold its mass and brought its location up on a side screen so Nan-de could see it.

 

[Villani]

Mercenaries. Generally one of two things: ex-Marines or hacks who couldn't cut it as marines. From their appearance Kingston determined they were most likely the former. It looked like they knew what they were doing. And very rarely did Weyland-Yutani associate themselves with incompetents. Not that any of this mattered. The synthetic's routine was rarely interrupted by the workings of either the USCM or Weyland-Yutani. More often than not she was able to ignore all work but her own. Whatever reasoning there was for bringing in mercenaries, it was irrelevent to her. Besides, more guns were always good to have. Especially considering the encounter with Predators.

Approaching the mercenaries, or rather the set of doors behind them, Kingston paid the men no more attention until it was noted they were not moving. Forced to pause, she eyed both of the men without emotion.

"Gentlemen." It was the synthetic's standard address for non-USCM personell. "I am Kingston, model 219-C , employed by the USCM." 'Employed' sounded so much better than 'owned' to her. Her A.I. was advanced enough to allow her a sense of self, though it was somewhat limited. "I have the proper clearance to access the science facility. This can be verified, if you wish. But I would like to excersize said clearance as I am on duty and my obligations lie past you. May you step aside?"

It was more than a little cold, but straight-to-the-point was her default demeanor. Especially when on duty, marines kept communication efficient. Any fluff was wasting their time and distracting them from their mission. Her personality(what their was of it) was reserved for occassions she knew it would be welcomed.

Now if the two mercs would move, she'd continue on her way.

Marines, pt III.
One of the mercs gave her a smile and stepped forward.
"Look robot, I don't give a fuck about who you are-you're not getting through this door." The man licked his lips before continuing. "Not even a USCM-employed toaster such as yourself is getting in unless you get clearence from Weland-Yutani themselves." The other guard chuckeled lightly and made a pointing gesture to back where Kingston had came.
Before Kingston could take action, the doors to the science wing slid open and the mercenaries stood at full attention. A tall, clean man in a white lab coat appeared not a foot away from the Kingston unit in the doorway. He was a slightly gangly looking scientist with premature gray hair and large glasses. He looked up casually from his clipboard. He looked to the mercs.
"Who is our guest?" The doctor said lightly.
"Um, she's an android, sir." The doctor took off his glasses and took a step toward her.
"I'm Dr. Pulvid-senior scientist of the company's Xeno research division. How my I help you?"

 

[Vixandra]

I fumed as Ta'voc walked off. Wanting to kill him myself, but knew I didn't have the raw strength. "What do you think that was all about Nan-de?" I asked her as I checked the sensors to give her a good spot to land, or drop, I wasn't too sure what she wanted to do. "You're gonna land aren't you?" He started scanning the planets surface for a good secluded and defendable place to put the ship down that could hold its mass and brought its location up on a side screen so Nan-de could see it.

"You know, I'm not really sure," I said, after the bridge was empty of all but Thie-de and myself. I secured it, which would force anyone coming in to ask permission from me. No more uninvited guests. "Maybe its envy. My eldest sister did just whoop the heck out of his prized little bitch daughter at the Blood Trials not twenty days ago. Or maybe he's got a stick up his bowel evac port for some other reason."
I looked over to the display, studying the planet scape. I flicked a button, highlighting our target colony and the what the computer thought were good sites to land. "How old are these scans," I asked, studying a strange looking area a few klicks from the settlement. "For speed's sake, I don't like the look of those."
I pointed to the offending marks on the map and added, "But the hunter in me, oh to the hunter those are most welcome sights indeed."
I rubbed a hand over my left arm, the skin of it hidden by body armor. Even amoung my own people, the near-disfiguring burns were less then lovely. "I may just have to join the ground crew for this little adventure."

 

[Villani]

Aliens, pt III.
Sisious and the others looked at the gaping hole in the frozen ground as the great beast rose up from the ice. It towered above them and Queen alike. It was her perfect killing machine.
The ravager had large, bulky shoulders and strong muscles running through its body. Small spikes and thorn-like structures jutted from its back and upper arms. Its most distinguishing features however, were its lower arms. Instead of bearing claws, its arms ended in thick and heavy sythe-like blades that stood over five-feet long.
When the ravager opened its mouth, saber-like fangs over half-a-foot in length protruded from its jaws and thick, warm saliva ran down its maw. The killing machine let out a horrible roar that shook the earth. Sisous and the others got the signal and began scuttling down the steep slope of the frozen platue. By nightfall they would arrive at the feeding ground and they would have the largest blizzard of the season masking their prescence all the way.

 

[Villani]

"Reaper" walked the halls of the facility wih a pissed off world hating look. He was in his ususal jungle boots, bdu pants, and flack jacket bare chest exposed showing off his tattoos and scares. A private pasted him in the halway. "Hi Seargent nice day isn't it." Reaper turned his head and looked at the kid. "Who the fuck told you this was a nice day?!?!" He continued to walk on down the hall and went to the door at the end and looked out at the perimeter.

Nothing yet but you won't drag a bunch of marines out to the middle of nowhere to just watch a bunch of labcoats and samples. He took out his sidearm and gave it one last check. A family piece passed on for generations. A .357 magnum bought in a Texas pawn shop before one of Roger's relatives head off to Vietnam. Since then it was passed on to whoever was serving in the military at the time. Most marines though with little changes except repairs and the addition of a laser site some time ago. He slipped it back into the holster and took out his zippo and lit his cigar. A slight breeze blew through the door.

That was right........nothing yet Marine....yet being the key word.

Marines, pt IV.
As Roger stood smoking in the open doorway, a young tech officer walked up next to him and handed him a satalite picture.
"Sarge, sir-this is bad," the officer stammered. "This has got to be the biggest storm this base has seen in years! By nightfall, we will be right in the middle of it! " The seargent's nonchalant face showed no sympathy.
"Sir, there are still fringe patrols way out there on the ice. Their transmitters are not responding and the disturbence from the storm has killed are communications. We need a team out there and you know the area the best." The techie gave him a deep look of concern. "We have an APC with the engine running and a small squad ready to go. It's your verdict Sarge. If you go out there and you're not quick, the blizzard will turn your blood to ice quicker than you can open your mouth to scream." The young officer cringed as he awaited the Sarge's, decision.

 

[Donsehan]

"You know, I'm not really sure," I said, after the bridge was empty of all but Thie-de and myself. I secured it, which would force anyone coming in to ask permission from me. No more uninvited guests. "Maybe its envy. My eldest sister did just whoop the heck out of his prized little bitch daughter at the Blood Trials not twenty days ago. Or maybe he's got a stick up his bowel evac port for some other reason."
I looked over to the display, studying the planet scape. I flicked a button, highlighting our target colony and the what the computer thought were good sites to land. "How old are these scans," I asked, studying a strange looking area a few klicks from the settlement. "For speed's sake, I don't like the look of those."
I pointed to the offending marks on the map and added, "But the hunter in me, oh to the hunter those are most welcome sights indeed."
I rubbed a hand over my left arm, the skin of it hidden by body armor. Even amoung my own people, the near-disfiguring burns were less then lovely. "I may just have to join the ground crew for this little adventure."

"oh, you want to land around there?" I checked the sensors again, getting them to remap the site, "these scans were just taken, but I'm rerunning them just in case." A few moments later, the data came in, I punched a button to bring it up on her console, "There, those were just taken," I looked at the readings, that creature was huge "I don't like the look of this, it seems the Kainde Amedha are all over the place, we're going to have to becareful about where we land, maybe we should keep the ship cloaked in low atmospheric orbit, but you're still the pilot." I connected my biohelmet, a grim look set in my face, "So, Nan-de do we hunt that huge thing down there? or do you want to see if I can take it out from here?"

 

[Vixandra]

Nan-de

"Where is the fun and more importantly the honor, of taking it out from here?" I asked rhetorically. "Think of how great that skull would look festooning our clan ship? And the honor and status we'd get for brining it back?"
I shook my head, eager to begin the hunt now. "No, I'll put the ship in call-back low orbit so you or I or another pilot can call it back down, though it'll take my authorization to do so if I'm alive. I can just see that old fogey leaving us behind."
I tapped a few keys, bringing up a section of land on the far side of the base, away from the aliens but near enough to the settlement. "I think dropping here would be good. Near enough to the base but with lots of tree cover. Though that storm brewing down there pretty much assures we don't have to worry about being seen."

Leaning over, I hit a loudspeaker button, broadcasting my voice throughout the ship, "Attention crew, schematics on our drop zone are now on file. Drop is in T minus 30 min. and counting. You might want to break out the big guns for this trip."
Turing off the loudspeaker I looked back over at Thei. "Now the real choice is whether we tell everyone else about our new friend down there or not."

 

[Villani]

"Where is the fun and more importantly the honor, of taking it out from here?" I asked rhetorically. "Think of how great that skull would look festooning our clan ship? And the honor and status we'd get for brining it back?"
I shook my head, eager to begin the hunt now. "No, I'll put the ship in call-back low orbit so you or I or another pilot can call it back down, though it'll take my authorization to do so if I'm alive. I can just see that old fogey leaving us behind."
I tapped a few keys, bringing up a section of land on the far side of the base, away from the aliens but near enough to the settlement. "I think dropping here would be good. Near enough to the base but with lots of tree cover. Though that storm brewing down there pretty much assures we don't have to worry about being seen."

Leaning over, I hit a loudspeaker button, broadcasting my voice throughout the ship, "Attention crew, schematics on our drop zone are now on file. Drop is in T minus 30 min. and counting. You might want to break out the big guns for this trip."
Turing off the loudspeaker I looked back over at Thei. "Now the real choice is whether we tell everyone else about our new friend down there or not."

Predator, pt IV.
The hunters in the holds of the ship cheered at the sound of the anouncment. It was time to hunt! Tar'nithkis and his Young Blood-learners began donning their armor. Ta'voc and his brutes were sharpening their blades when they felt the Tarei'hasan begin its decent. The hulking warrior clicked his manibles eargly and pulled his biomask over his face. The dark black helm was made from the skulls of Kainde Amedha alpha warriors. Ta'voc planned to be just as lucky during their current hunt.
Because after all, who did he have to compete with him?
The Tarei'hasan hurtled towards the planet's surface with great speed and began to pass through the turbulent skies. The thick storm clouds shook the clan ship but Nan-de kept control and guided the small craft through the blizzard. Thei-de was the first to spot the base below, nestled tightly into the floor of the frosted valley. Nan-de took her time looking for a spot to land as Thei-de looked over the military compound. It's defences were tight, but basic. If they used the storm to their advantage, they could sneak into the central bunkers without the guards even noticing.
The lust of the hunt was contagous indeed.