In the words of Iseijin, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Meh, why not.Ã¢â‚¬ÂHere's an attempt at a story. I hope you all like it.
The hunter lifted himself into the pod. His pod was the newest and untested. The elders gave him the "honor" of testing it.
PredatorJay climbed into the air-cushioned interior, feeling the new controls for destination, the red letters flashing before him comforting him in a strange way. He pressed the button that shut the four piece door, and sighed in regret as the power in the pod turned off for launch.
Being new to the Hunt, he had no idea what to expect. The elders in clan Hunter's Moon had told him glorious stories of past actions, and about the strange species he was to face. They said that this new species was nothing like the xenomorphs of old hunts, nor the humans of the past hunts, but a new species altogether. The Space Jockeys had created them as a backdoor to the xenomorph project, but were sent into the obscure reaches of space. The project was found only a hundred years ago on a hunt on earth by clan BalatuÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s very own K20a. The clans agreed to share it, and set it up on an obscure planet, as per past experiments.
The creatures were not described to him, so when he got out of the pod into the initiation room of the planet, he was in awe.
The creatures werenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t colossal as a xenomorph, but they had sharp claws, stood upright, had masks as well, and carried something Jay, from his studying of human culture, recognized as a sword. They were called Jocks, after their creators. They seemed intelligent, and by the wall with the writing on it, highly dangerous. Perfect, he thought.
He talked to the female Hunter in the room who introduced herself as Seiku, saying that he was to complete the blooding ritual. The Yautja told him that somewhere out there, there was a hidden cache of weapons that would be unlocked only by viewing the mark of the Blooded. It seems that the JocksÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ swords burn things, so he didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have to acid-blood-mark himself. The burning pain would go away; the scar of honor would not.
Jay asked why he, a well-equipped Hunter, would need more weapons from a hidden cache. The Predator female smiled coyly, and pressed a button on her wrist computer. The computer beeped, and Jay looked at her with a look of remorse for what was to happen. The magnets on the floor and ceiling activated, suspending Jay in the air. The female Predator walked up to him.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“You know, I like you. You seem powerful,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said in the Yautja tongue, Ã¢â‚¬Å“but you still have to follow the rules.Ã¢â‚¬Â
With that, she ripped his plasma caster off his shoulder, and his weapons belt off. His armor felt uncomfortably light. She pulled a knife from a pouch on her own belt, and strapped it to his.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Good luck. Return here in one piece, please.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Jay struggled, but the magnetic field was too strong. He was being loaded into a spherical pod, and was shot down a long tube. He stopped at a port where the pod abruptly dumped him out. He stumbled to his knees, and stopped. The point of the sharp blade near his skull radiated pure heat.
He looked up, and standing there was a Sentinel. It was incredibly small, only three human feet high, as opposed to JayÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s 7 feet. The thing looked at him with pure hatred. Jay was even more shocked when the thing spoke.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Another Yautja? How many more must we kill before they learn?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Jay couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but ask. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Learn?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes,Ã¢â‚¬Â the Sentinel replied, Ã¢â‚¬Å“We have killed every Yautja they have sent. We know where their Ã¢â‚¬Å“hiddenÃ¢â‚¬Â cache of weapons is. We know them.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Jay was taken by surprise by three more, who tied his hands and feet. The first looked at him and chuckled.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“They send them here to be killedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t understand it. They take their weapons. They throw them right to us.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Jay focused all his remaining energy into the bindings. They shattered, and Jay roared as he grabbed the first Sentinel by the throat, and lifted him face to face.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I knew it! The Yautja canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be trusted! Kill me now, you beast!Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I do not want to kill youÃ¢â‚¬Â¦yet,Ã¢â‚¬Â he said drawing the knife, Ã¢â‚¬Å“But I do want some answers. Who are Ã¢â‚¬Å“theyÃ¢â‚¬Â? The Yautja?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“No, you ignorant fool! They are not YautjaÃ¢â‚¬Â¦only the female Yautja is really as she seems! TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrgh!Ã¢â‚¬Â
The Sentinel was interrupted by a Sentinel blade flying into his skull, and the figure went limp. Jay spun around, and caught sight of a slightly larger Sentinel walk in. this Sentinel had a cape and a sword that was nicked and blood-green. Parts of it looked as though the blade had killed a xenomorph.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Fool. Yautja, if you wish to know what we know, you must pass a grueling test. The test is to fight and kill one of the five of our Sentinel sages.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Five figures came into the terminal, and Jay was amazed. The figures, cloaked and hovering, were using no weapons. He thought about how easily the sentinel was killed, and raised his blade high, thinking that he only needed to kill one. Then, he noticed that the bloody Sentinel wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t there anymore. He had reappeared behind the master Sentinel, a smug grin on his face, and not a mark on him.
Jay walked over, and stabbed one. The blue blood dripped down his arm. He was getting confident when the figure disappeared, cloak drooping. The cloak hovered over to the others, and was promptly refilled with the reappearing Sentinel warrior.
Jay started lashing out, only to have the fallen sentinels reappear in another corner. He was getting desperate, not to mention bloody, when the other Sentinels started to draw his blood. Their claws had made their mark, cutting his ribs into exposing. He roared in pain, and punched at the nearest Sentinel. He hit the Sentinel square in the spine, and a sharp crack filled the air. The room fell silent.
The Sentinel dropped to the ground, a dull thud resounding off the terminal walls. The master SentinelÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mouth was open, and the other four Sentinel sages backed away. He had their weakness.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Congratulations Yautja. You have earned this.Ã¢â‚¬Â
He hovered over, and drew his sword. Jay decided that heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d give him the benefit of the doubt, and knelt. The Sentinel Master drew a crescent moon, and the Ã¢â‚¬Å“TÃ¢â‚¬Â like mark of the Yautja, on PredatorJayÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s head with the burning sword. The Yautja rose up, and bowed his head to the creature.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“The information you seek is through this tunnel. That which you are fighting will be revealed to you. Beware, for you face Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ our creators. You face the Space Jockeys.
PredatorJay could not believe his ears. The Space Jockeys live? The same malevolent ones who engineered the xenoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s? Many of his kin had fallen to those creatures, and half as many to the Sentinels. He had a score to settle.
Jay leapt through the tunnel opening, into the room he first appeared in. The female Yautja saw him, and turned around. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Welcome back, Jay!Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shut your mouth, Seiku! You betrayed me! Sending me to the Sentinels with no weapons!Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Bu-but, Jay! I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mean to get you inj-oh my! Your side! YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re bleeding! Did the sentinels do that to you?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“No, I did it to myself. Of course! I barely escaped. I got the HunterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Mark, though.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re lucky--- Oh my god, the Sentinels did that mark on you! The moon mark is their own mark!Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes, so? Take me to your masterÃ¢â‚¬Â¦the Space Jockeys.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I can, and will, see them. Take me there now.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Jay threw his beeping wrist computer on the ground, and picked his weapons from the box in the office.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Come with me, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be safe.Ã¢â‚¬Â
JayÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s drop pod transformed into a regular escape ship, and they got in. They watched from above as the office exploded, freeing the Sentinels from the Jockeys and ending the threat of the enemy for good. JayÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mask picked up sounds of the female grunting. He dropped the controls, and whirled around. A Space JockeyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s blade had been thrown before the explosion, and was now protruding from her chest.
As Jay tried to grab her, her beautiful face turned pale and lifeless as she fell from the escape pod. He tried to save her, but was too late. His eyes followed her falling grace as she fell, still smiling at him, and was engulfed by the ascending flames.
In training, his superior, DeathDrop, told him not to feel emotion for anything. He tried, but as he took the controls of the ship, a tear fell from his eye, at the thought of what had happened, at the thoughts of the fallen friend, Seiku.
You guys like it? ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a story I made up today. Note: I hope this isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t a crossover, I made up the Sentinels but the Space Jockeys are in the Xeno profile, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s like an addition to it. However, the crossover is finished when I blew up the landing station, but if any of you guys wanna fight the Sentinels in a story, feel free.
and also, feel free to post up and say what you thought of it.
PLEASE TELL ME HOW IT IS!
Jay is equipped with standard medium caliber plasma casters, non-acidproof wrist cleavers, non-acid proof combistick, a smart disk, no shurikens, and one acid-proof sword, a medicomp and semi-acidproof armor. Wrist computer is standard.