Cryxx
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Okay, this is a piece of fanfiction I've written with, ofcause, a predator as the focal point.
I apologize in advance for gramma and spelling errors since english is not my native language, but I prefere it for writing fanfiction so hope it dosnt spoil it to much.
Other than that the only thing I can say is I hope you enjoy it and will leave some comments, and if people like it I'll post Part 2.
Here goes.
Tales of a badblood: A world in conflict
Part 1
The big Yautja stood in front of the trophy adorned wall of his spaceship, gazing upon the skulls hanging from it pierced on spikes and in particular the long head of a xenomorph, the trophy that turned him from an unblooded to a blooded.
But that was many years ago, now he was considered a badblood, an outcast and exile roaming the space looking for the biggest and most dangoures prey he could find to prove his bravery and fighting skills, hoping to get redeemed so that he may rejoin his clan.
With each of these ebony white rewards of kills came a story and looking upon each of them brought back memories of the hunts that were the sole meaning of his existence.
But without consideration the silence and his memories were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the ships computer beeping, letting him know that he had reached his destination he turned his head and walked towards the great big window, there floating in space was the planet he had visited many years earlier, the very same planet on which he had claimed the xenomorph skull now hanging silently on his wall.
He pressed a few buttons sending the ship to a desolate location from where he could embark on his hunt without being discovered.
Looking at the scans his computer were conducting he couldn’t help but be pleased by the great amount of fighting that he was seeing, a whole world at war with itself, surely amongst the warriors here he would be able to find a worthy prey.
The ship slowed down as it came near a great lake and then finally stopped and started hovering lowering itself below the water surface, the perfect hiding place for this great vessel.
The yautja walked over to what seemed like an empty wall next to his trophies, but pressing a few buttons revealed an arsenal of weapons surrounding three helmets hanging in the middle.
He slowly ran his fingers across the smooth surface of the three advanced pieces of technology and finally pulled the one at the top from its resting place, a scared helmet marked by many hunts and with a row of spikes running up the middle.
Putting it on he could feel it sticking to his grayish skin and inserting the hoses and wires to the left temple made the internal display light up.
He stood for a moment looking at his collection of weaponry then without hesitation picked up a well decorated spear, a ceremonial dagger with a ragged edge and a barbed whip ending in a curved razor-sharp tip.
Putting the chosen weapons in their rightful places on his armor, he paused a bit and looked upon two particular weapons at the bottom of the armory, the plasmacasters he had sworn never to use until he had restored his honor and rejoined his clanbrothers, remembering this he pushed the buttons once again closing the seal.
He quickly turned and walked with great steps towards the ships exit.
Now the hunt could begin.
Part 2
The naked forest surrounding the lake lay quiet without a hint of movement and the lake mimicked this state, until the calm surface of the water were suddenly broken by the hunters body emerging from the cold water.
He quickly moved up on the bank and moved his head side to side in a short swift motion that sent his dreadlocks flinging from side to side.
He looked down at the consol at his left arm, pushing a button and a low hum of energy could be heard as his stealth function was activated.
Now certain no creature would see him he headed towards the trees near the lake, his massive form taking great strides as he moved along.
The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of a small explosion nearby and by pure instinct the hunter ran towards the nearest tree and in a few swift moves swung himself around the trunk and positioning himself upon a sturdy branch further up.
He looked around trying to find the source of the explosion and not far from his position he could see the movement of many figures amongst the trees, running towards some unseen target only stopping once in a while to fire their primitive projectile weapons.
He jumped down on the ground and quickly but silently moved towards their position to observe them better and perhaps to find a worthy prey amongst them.
Getting closer to the figures he could more clearly hear them talk and one of the figures stood out, running in front of the rest as if he was indestructible.
The Yautja stopped and crouched seeing the lights of projectiles flying towards the moving group of men, some of them falling to the ground as they were hit, but not the man running at the front, he was defying the wall of projectiles running headlong towards the enemy, much like the hunter himself.
The figure suddenly stopped and turned towards his men “come on boys, let’s get these kraut bastards!” these words seemed to be greeted by a loud cheer from the men behind him, and they all increased their speed, this must surely be the leader.
The hunter rose and started running towards the same direction as the figures but keeping his distance so he wouldn’t be seen just yet.
Getting closer to their destination the hunter could now see the source of the shooting, a solid concrete structure poorly concealed by branches and some form of net.
It would seem the figures he had followed were fighting a losing battle, under fire and unable to move anywhere they just hid behind bushes and trees, all except for one figure that were creeping towards the structure.
When he was to close for the enemy to see him he sped towards the structure and leaned up against the walls just below the slit from where the weapon fire came, holding two round objects in his hands.
The hunter tilted his head as in questioning the actions of the figure trying to figure out what his intention was, but then he saw him pulling something out of the objects and throwing them through the slit and few seconds later the gunfire was broken by the sound of two large explosions and then the gunfire stopped.
He got up and walked towards the men who had risen from their hiding places “you two stay here with me and search the bunker, the rest of you head back to the base and report” after saying these words the men except for two walked away from the bunker, leaving only three left.
“Right, let’s look through this bunker and make sure the krauts are all dead”.
The hunter tilted his head at what was going on; trying to repeat the words he heard to himself “krau…kraut...” then started moving around the structure towards the back.
“You stay out here keeping watch while we check out this bunker” two of the men walked into the structure leaving the third outside by himself, he would be an easy kill.
The hunter moved around to the back of the structure leaping up on the roof and pulled out his whip and slowly made his way towards the edge, getting closer to the lone soldier.
With one swift motion he swung the whip out and around the man’s neck and with one quick jerk cut his head off with the barbed blades that covered it.
He quickly folded the whip and put it back in its holster and walked towards the opening where the two men had disappeared into and crouched above it, waiting.
After only a few seconds he could hear voices coming from inside and getting closer and not long after the two men came out of the building.
The predators quickly grabbed the last figure and raised him high above the ground and with a quick motion and a loud crack snapped his neck and threw the motionless body down on the ground.
Meanwhile the other figure had turned looking towards the top of the bunker and only seeing his comrade being lifted up and hanging in mid air only to have his neck broken and be dropped to the ground “what…in god’s name…” he raised some form of primitive projectile weapon and fired two shots at random in the direction of the hunter.
Now the Yautja could clearly see the front of his intended pray and his eyes were drawn towards a white marking on the front of his forehead and he remembered the mark imbedded on his own head from his first hunt, this creature was marked with the sign, he had passed his trial of fire.
He was a suitable prey indeed.
I apologize in advance for gramma and spelling errors since english is not my native language, but I prefere it for writing fanfiction so hope it dosnt spoil it to much.
Other than that the only thing I can say is I hope you enjoy it and will leave some comments, and if people like it I'll post Part 2.
Here goes.
Tales of a badblood: A world in conflict
Part 1
The big Yautja stood in front of the trophy adorned wall of his spaceship, gazing upon the skulls hanging from it pierced on spikes and in particular the long head of a xenomorph, the trophy that turned him from an unblooded to a blooded.
But that was many years ago, now he was considered a badblood, an outcast and exile roaming the space looking for the biggest and most dangoures prey he could find to prove his bravery and fighting skills, hoping to get redeemed so that he may rejoin his clan.
With each of these ebony white rewards of kills came a story and looking upon each of them brought back memories of the hunts that were the sole meaning of his existence.
But without consideration the silence and his memories were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the ships computer beeping, letting him know that he had reached his destination he turned his head and walked towards the great big window, there floating in space was the planet he had visited many years earlier, the very same planet on which he had claimed the xenomorph skull now hanging silently on his wall.
He pressed a few buttons sending the ship to a desolate location from where he could embark on his hunt without being discovered.
Looking at the scans his computer were conducting he couldn’t help but be pleased by the great amount of fighting that he was seeing, a whole world at war with itself, surely amongst the warriors here he would be able to find a worthy prey.
The ship slowed down as it came near a great lake and then finally stopped and started hovering lowering itself below the water surface, the perfect hiding place for this great vessel.
The yautja walked over to what seemed like an empty wall next to his trophies, but pressing a few buttons revealed an arsenal of weapons surrounding three helmets hanging in the middle.
He slowly ran his fingers across the smooth surface of the three advanced pieces of technology and finally pulled the one at the top from its resting place, a scared helmet marked by many hunts and with a row of spikes running up the middle.
Putting it on he could feel it sticking to his grayish skin and inserting the hoses and wires to the left temple made the internal display light up.
He stood for a moment looking at his collection of weaponry then without hesitation picked up a well decorated spear, a ceremonial dagger with a ragged edge and a barbed whip ending in a curved razor-sharp tip.
Putting the chosen weapons in their rightful places on his armor, he paused a bit and looked upon two particular weapons at the bottom of the armory, the plasmacasters he had sworn never to use until he had restored his honor and rejoined his clanbrothers, remembering this he pushed the buttons once again closing the seal.
He quickly turned and walked with great steps towards the ships exit.
Now the hunt could begin.
Part 2
The naked forest surrounding the lake lay quiet without a hint of movement and the lake mimicked this state, until the calm surface of the water were suddenly broken by the hunters body emerging from the cold water.
He quickly moved up on the bank and moved his head side to side in a short swift motion that sent his dreadlocks flinging from side to side.
He looked down at the consol at his left arm, pushing a button and a low hum of energy could be heard as his stealth function was activated.
Now certain no creature would see him he headed towards the trees near the lake, his massive form taking great strides as he moved along.
The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of a small explosion nearby and by pure instinct the hunter ran towards the nearest tree and in a few swift moves swung himself around the trunk and positioning himself upon a sturdy branch further up.
He looked around trying to find the source of the explosion and not far from his position he could see the movement of many figures amongst the trees, running towards some unseen target only stopping once in a while to fire their primitive projectile weapons.
He jumped down on the ground and quickly but silently moved towards their position to observe them better and perhaps to find a worthy prey amongst them.
Getting closer to the figures he could more clearly hear them talk and one of the figures stood out, running in front of the rest as if he was indestructible.
The Yautja stopped and crouched seeing the lights of projectiles flying towards the moving group of men, some of them falling to the ground as they were hit, but not the man running at the front, he was defying the wall of projectiles running headlong towards the enemy, much like the hunter himself.
The figure suddenly stopped and turned towards his men “come on boys, let’s get these kraut bastards!” these words seemed to be greeted by a loud cheer from the men behind him, and they all increased their speed, this must surely be the leader.
The hunter rose and started running towards the same direction as the figures but keeping his distance so he wouldn’t be seen just yet.
Getting closer to their destination the hunter could now see the source of the shooting, a solid concrete structure poorly concealed by branches and some form of net.
It would seem the figures he had followed were fighting a losing battle, under fire and unable to move anywhere they just hid behind bushes and trees, all except for one figure that were creeping towards the structure.
When he was to close for the enemy to see him he sped towards the structure and leaned up against the walls just below the slit from where the weapon fire came, holding two round objects in his hands.
The hunter tilted his head as in questioning the actions of the figure trying to figure out what his intention was, but then he saw him pulling something out of the objects and throwing them through the slit and few seconds later the gunfire was broken by the sound of two large explosions and then the gunfire stopped.
He got up and walked towards the men who had risen from their hiding places “you two stay here with me and search the bunker, the rest of you head back to the base and report” after saying these words the men except for two walked away from the bunker, leaving only three left.
“Right, let’s look through this bunker and make sure the krauts are all dead”.
The hunter tilted his head at what was going on; trying to repeat the words he heard to himself “krau…kraut...” then started moving around the structure towards the back.
“You stay out here keeping watch while we check out this bunker” two of the men walked into the structure leaving the third outside by himself, he would be an easy kill.
The hunter moved around to the back of the structure leaping up on the roof and pulled out his whip and slowly made his way towards the edge, getting closer to the lone soldier.
With one swift motion he swung the whip out and around the man’s neck and with one quick jerk cut his head off with the barbed blades that covered it.
He quickly folded the whip and put it back in its holster and walked towards the opening where the two men had disappeared into and crouched above it, waiting.
After only a few seconds he could hear voices coming from inside and getting closer and not long after the two men came out of the building.
The predators quickly grabbed the last figure and raised him high above the ground and with a quick motion and a loud crack snapped his neck and threw the motionless body down on the ground.
Meanwhile the other figure had turned looking towards the top of the bunker and only seeing his comrade being lifted up and hanging in mid air only to have his neck broken and be dropped to the ground “what…in god’s name…” he raised some form of primitive projectile weapon and fired two shots at random in the direction of the hunter.
Now the Yautja could clearly see the front of his intended pray and his eyes were drawn towards a white marking on the front of his forehead and he remembered the mark imbedded on his own head from his first hunt, this creature was marked with the sign, he had passed his trial of fire.
He was a suitable prey indeed.
