Following Malus,Delta saw the green shit that came seaping through the corridors,luckily nothing was getting near his face as his special mask esque helmet protected him.

(sorry for shortness have no time at the minute.)

The queen thrashed around on the chamber floor, relentlessly squirming and screeching to release her form from the ever binding chains. Predator428 contemplated his next move.

With one leg now destroyed from the inside and useless, Dw had to resort to either rolling or carrying his bad leg around like a small child with a wagon. Black Warrior was trying to knock Dw out, or atleast give him an injury to where he would have a harder time responding. The problem was that Black Warrior was also seriously injured, and had to act fast. With his previously injured arm now bleeding profusely from the palm, and his side also wounded, he would have to heal. The jetblack and green mask slammed continuously into Dw's chest and stomach. The spikes of blackened metal puncturing finger sized holes in the flesh. The acid within Dw's blood began to settle and eat at the thick metal in the mask. Bw shook his head, long metal encircled dreads lashing out to the wind, the acid might reach his skin soon, and would leave severe burns. With his free and strong hand Bw gripped Dw by the neck.

Dw tried to keep his arms from flailing at the assault, and he couldnt do anything but try and crawl backwards due to his unuseable leg. The spikes of the mask were painful when they jabbed into his flesh. When Bw had gripped his neck, he pulled forth a sharpened metal object. It was a small jagged blade, and it dug into the stomach of Black Warrior with a sickening rip and crunch.

The hunter roared in agony, with the thoughts of his midsection being ripped apart by continuous lacerations and explosions. The pain fueled his strength, and Dw was tossed aside with great force. The dagger was released from its holding place in Bw's stomach, and was broken in half by the queen's thrashing limbs when it hit the ground.

Being sure to replace his naginata in its place along his back, Black Warrior quickly limped to a corner of the chamber. Bullets from the desert eagle whizzed by and a few hit his back, digging into the wounds and keeping their place. Ever changing amounts of green blood seeped from the wounds and gathered in his wake. Black Warrior dropped to his knees, and ignoring his fading mind pulled out 2 one foot long by one foot wide patches. These patches were soft on one side and covered in a blue healing agent, which rebuilt some tissue and skin damage, but not completely. They also acted as a type of morphine, which alleviated most but not all pain. The reverse side was made of an extremely malleable but strong metallic material. Another fork shaped object was dug into his stomach wounds, peeling back the flaps of skin and chipping out bullet fragments. Applying the pads to his palm and side. A guttural roar exploded from his throat and echoed fiercelly through the chamber. Bw now felt slightly more energized, this would have to do till he could fix properly, using his other equipment. The acid had appeared to stop before it even got halfway through the metal in his mask, it was odd, but understandable since Dw was not fully alien.

He stood as tall as he could, the god of death, even with his limp was still a towering and frightening sight to behold. Dw, sitting up a good distance across from the Predator was straining to keep his injured leg under control and was searching through his pockets, trying frantically to reach for some sort of object that would aid him.

Black Warrior glanced over to Predator428, throwing him the last remaining ammo round for the speargun, which still clung to his durable thermal netting, despite the chainmail bag being melted through.


Age and pain showed scars on his features, and this fight would be one he would remember for the rest of his life...if he lived.

Predator428 was in a daze as he walked toward the thrashing hive mother, his wounds had begun to bring on shock. The predator's natural defense kicked in as he began to lose his perception of pain, his senses slowly being dulled as well. This was his body's last line of defense, something the predator could use to finish off his adversary. Predator428 had to strain to remain concious, but he kept focused on his task. He would tend to his physical being later, the queen must be dealt with now.

Predator428 gave the matriarch a wide berth as he circled around to her back, stumbling slightly as his legs threatened to give way beneath him. The hive mother lashed out at the predator with her free arm, trying unsuccessfuly to get ahold of the being that had caused her so much pain. Her suffering would be over soon, thought Predator428, then she would be the yautja's again.

The predator finally completed his unsteady walk around to the queen's back, checking the speargun to be sure it was functional. Due to her restrains and constant electricution, the queen was unable to turn to face the predator. As Predator428 aimed his weapon toward the back of the hive mother's head, he began realize what the queen must have been going through. No creature wanted to be put down from the back. They wanted to face their deaths head on, fighting for their survival or dieing in the attempt. Predator428 could relate to this, it is the eventual death that he wanted. The predator wished to die in the fury of combat, only eventualy beaten by overwelming odds. But to have the honor of that death, Predator428 would have to live past this day. So the hive must be taken care of.

The predator grinned inside his mask as a light chuckle began to emminate from his throat. The sound cut off by the sharp crack of his speargun firing. The projectile flew across its distance with great accuracy, imbedding itself in the matriarch's skull. The mass of exoskeleton and bone stopped the speartip from making a fatal entrance into the brain cavity, but serving as a perfect material to hook the speartip inside its target. The metallic device began its final function and activated is charge.

The hive mother began to light up like a star, her body convulsing as wave after wave of electricity passed over her. The hardmeat queen gave one final roar before collapsing to the deck, her gapping maw left open as all motor control was lost.

Predator428 stood unmoving infront of the collapsed queen, not reacting as the speargun fell from his grip. A fit of laughter began to over take the predator as he realized what he had done, a series of giggles that he was unable to contain. The queen was helpless now, ready to be frozen again for use by the yautja once more.

Predator428 made for the exit as fast as he could in his injured state, still overtaken by fits of laughter. As he ran for the exit, the predator activated his communication system with a flick of a mandible. He sent his signal to the Shadowatching, the message occasionaly broken by more of his giggles. The hybrid warrior inside the bridge recieved the message, beginning the process of activating the reactor lockdown system.

The hive was about to lose its mother.

Black Warrior was very tall compared to Xeuss. half a meter taller. And from the ground's level he looked even bigger. Even more so with the image of the Queen collapsing behind him. Xeuss was grimacing from the pain in his body and blood came to his mouth. He knew he would stop feeling the pain relatively quickly due to his xenobiological proprieties, after all when he got shot in the shoulder by the smartgun earlier, it felt barely like a pinch. But this time he was gravely wounded and while the part of him that was xenomorph stopped from feeling the pain, it did not stop him from losing blood. A xenomorph's wounds would turn into scars almost immediately, but not his. He needed to regenerate like a human being.

He knew any of the marines' equipement wouldn't help because of his acid blood, but now he had a whole dead hive to skin and patch himself up. If only he still had his knife. His pulse rifle was now somewhere behind BW too, he had dropped it when he got struck by the force of a Yautja pouncing into him. As the Queen fell helplessly to the floor, Xeuss noticed the predator who managed to subdue her heading for the exit laughing loudly. What the hell was this? The second time a predator would just run away from a fight in the same day. Of course, this one was almost dead, but still it was strange for them. Well that wasn't quite so important at that exact moment.

The minute the Queen was taken down, Xeuss' headache dissappeared. He could think clearly again. The hive was dead so there was nothing more stick around for. He wondered what had become of Alouran, the gass must have been released inside the whole clanship. But Xeuss knew the gass was not fatal for humans and only had a temporarry effect. It was fatal for Xenomorphs because they regenerated their cells much slower than humans, if at all, but clearly it was just an experimental gass and didn't work fast enaugh to kill a human. So he figured the marines were safe anyway.

He slowly got up in front of the mighty Yautja, balancing himself on his left leg as not to fall right back down again. BW was doing the same and was just as badly wounded as he was. For a moment there Xeuss was unsure whether they were going to continue, the fight that followed came out of nowhere. Suddenly fists were getting catapulted from both sides, Xeuss was exploiting his adversary's wounds as best he could - his hands were getting of a glowing green - while BW was careful not to get Xeuss' blood on himself, which was pretty hard and from time to time a stain of acid would burn his skin as it burst out of the hybrid's body and mouth. Both of them were holding on to the other, trying not to fall as crushing blows were bending their bodies.

Dw's bony dark fists pounded into Bw's sides, some impact bouncing off the metal coated wraps. Pain was still inflicted however, from the recoil into the wounds. Black Warriors meaty hands slammed into Dw aswell, small burns inflicted from the little acid blood from not so healed wounds. Blood continued to gush from both enemies, dripping to the floor either steaming or illuminating the area around.
Thoughts rushed through both minds….trying to gain an upperhand on the other. With his fist pulled back for the final blow, Black Warrior shot forward. The power racing from his leg to his arm, pushing on until it connected with a crack on Dw’s jaw. The impact sent Dw reeling, his head knocking back against the cold walls of the reactor chamber.
Racing, Bw had little time to try and execute his move…and Dw was already attempting to stand, without the support of the wall behind.
Long reptilian fingers grasped the chain which partly lay on the ground. Long black nails scraped along the links and found a grip in the holes. With muscles flexing and coiling with all their strength, Black Warrior pulled and jerked to the right, the massive serrated hook dislodged itself from its resting place, and now stood at the command of Black Warrior. With his other hand, he gripped higher up on the chain. Wincing at the pain and letting small grunts escape his throat, the hunter began to twirl. Picking up speed and momentum the heavy chain brought the hook into the air. Blood and metal collided in mid air, with precise movements, Black Warrior had kept it up, and finally stopping, he had aimed in just the right direction. Expecting the chain to move just pass him and dig into the wall once again, Dw sidestepped a few feet to the right. He had misjudged however, and the hook stopped just short of the wall. Black Warrior shifted weight, tugged to his left and threw his body backwards. The chain reacted and also moved to the left and towards BW. Only ‘problem’ was that an obstacle was in the way…turning just in time to see it coming Dw was knocked off his feet and from his breath. The long serrated edges ripped into the partly exoskeletal skin of his right breast, and piercing the muscle below, lodged in bone, which in part snapped and cracked under the force. The hooked end, continuing its course exited out the back and its other end dug just between the left kidney and left ribcage. A long metal bar was left dug into the chest of Dw, from right chest to left hip, with one exit point. Blood gushed and spurted, and like an otherworldly acid rain it fell around Dw.

Black Warrior heard a warning in his head, coming from his helmet. He payed close attention to hear Predator428 telling him to get the hell outta there.
Apparently message had been sent to Shadow to active core coolant, lockdown mode.

Bw, wanting to see the outcome of this battle, looked down at the shocked Dw...he was losing much blood, and the hook now lodged in him was not helping. He was still reaching out a clawed hand to deal a blow to the weak and hunched over Black Warrior. Not wanting to burn himself with acid, Bw gripped the hook chain once again, and began to drag his enemy out of the reactor chamber. Electricity coursed up the walls of the chamber, and vents around the ceiling and upper walls opened. Predator428, and Black Warrior, carrying the still-alive Dw, met outside. The remaining aliens who managed to survive the gas had rushed into the room, to help their queen, seeking guidance and a life without endless roaming or death. The large metal door of the chamber closed, trapping mother and children together. liquid was heard splashing on the other side, and ice immediatly froze the door shut.

The queen was captured.

Hearing Malus' voice in her com she snarled at it, her mind was so clouded she couldn't read up from down and didn't really care. Her skin crawled like she was covered in bugs or something, looking down at her arms she saw millions of spiders and bee's crawling over her skin. Her scream of terror ripped threw the air and over the com link. "GET THEM OFF!!!" she screamed and thrashed around in the vent. As her shoulders hit the siding and roofing she freaked even more. She felt trapped and that wasn't very good for a girl her size who could so easily sink back into old habits of acting like an animal.

Her feet slammed into the duct work till it gave way with a loud snap of metal popping off screws. Jumping out of the duct work she landed in a heap in a hall way. Shaking her head she tried to stand up but her legs gave out from under her. Falling to her hands and knees before she heaved blood and what remained in her stomach. She pushed her self up and stumbled into the wall. Head spinning she clawed at her armour straps till she heard the velcro and buckles give way. "Bugs, bugs, bugs, get 'em off me!!" She screeched and tried to slap the bugs off but it only brought pain to her hands and the rest of her body that she hit.

Panting she lifted her head and wrapped her arms around her body shaking. She turned her head and caught glimpses of Xeno or some other figure in her peripheral line of site. Pain erupted in her ribs as her legs gave out from under her. Looking up she tried to get up, she was seeing things. Skeletons flapping their slack jaws at her and dancing around with clacking joints. "Guys, there are skeletons dancing..." she muttered before her eyes slowly slid shut and she couldn't open them.

Heave, clunk. Heave, clunk.

Using a Combat Exo-Suit undoubtedly took some getting used to, and the environmentally sealed ones were even worse for this. Malus had passed all the qualification tests and knew perfectly well how to use one, but he’d never actually had to operate one in a combat situation before. Gone was the stealth that he had so become used to, silent footsteps replaced by the electric whine that signalled every step, and the heavy clunk of an armoured metal foot hitting the floor. Gone was the feeling of agility, this walking tank was anything but. Gone, also, was the sensation of personal freedom. Especially when you were encased in a small shell of armour, cramped in and unable to move properly. The Combat Exosuit took a lot of getting used to. Luckily for Malus, he was extremely quick to adapt. He had no problems with claustrophobia, having lived for over a year blind inside a cramped dropship. And the sense of power that it gave you…it was intoxicating.

Malus Jay Darkblade, ex-Marine Veteran and a craftsman in the art of death, stomped throughout the halls, surprised by the speed that the suit was able to put out. Instead of walking, he was going at a jog, and the suit was keeping up with him. Agility it may not have had, but there was no problem with speed. Now, if only he could figure out this damned ship. He was absolutely fine with Xenomroph architecture, he’d figured out the pattern behind it long ago. Xenomorphs were his speciality, anyway. He excelled in killing them, and he felt a kinship with the monsters. There was no such understanding with these hunters. Malus didn’t know them at all. And, once again, the fluid-seeming, twisting corridors that appeared to be endless had completely stumped him. He was lost yet again. Should he go left at this junction, or straight ahead? He had no damned idea. He wasn’t going to find any enemy at all at this rate. It was damned demoralising.

Wait a minute. He could have sworn he’d heard…
He brought the suit to a stop and listened again. There it was! A screech that he knew by heart, the acoustic sound of a raging mother. The Queen was in trouble. Dammit, he wanted that bitch alive! He then heard another familiar roar, the roar of the hunters who’s ship he was running amok inside. That was more like it. Down to the left. â€ÂThis way.†He said to Delta, and the pattern of heave, stomp, heave, stomp began again as the suit set off towards the sound of the fighting. On the way, Malus checked his weapons and selected the ones he wanted. Rocket Launcher, full compliment of explosive rockets, good. Dual Chainguns, fully loaded. He started to warm up the barrels just in case he needed to react quickly, turning them a little every second or so, keeping them spinning but quietly so. He wanted the element of surprise, even if he did have this damned suit. It was common knowledge that an Alien Queen could sneak up on someone. He resolved to do the same.

Another corner, another screech. Closer this time. He checked his motion tracker, and sure as hell, there was movement. They were around this corner. He stepped around it as softly as he could and lowered himself to a crouch, just in time to see two badly wounded Yautja limp out of a large room, one carrying a chain that was at the end of it dragging something behind them. It took Malus a moment to realize that it was Xeuss that they had spiked to the chain. Sick. Totally sick. There was taking prisoners, but this was something else, entirely. He narrowed his synthetic eyes and brought up the suit’s weapon arms in a surprisingly fluid motion, ready to fire. One of them must have noticed him, because it began to turn towards him quickly. It was fast, very fast.

Malus Jay Darkblade, the quickest human alive, was faster. His finger reflexively hit the trigger on the chaingun as his arms moved to aim at the one who’d noticed him. It was the one carrying Xeuss on a chain, the one that was the least wounded. No wonder it had noticed Malus, it’s perception would be better. Unclouded by pain or fatigue as much as that of the other. It was rewarded for it’s attentiveness by being Malus’s first target. The first shots were slightly off target, and hit the chain that connected Xeuss and the Yautja. The chain was severed and Xeuss was left on the floor to bleed. Malus knew that Xeuss was practically dead. There was a big friggin spike in his side, for the sake of screaming shit. “Give me the strength to carry out my task, and brother, forgive me for what I am about to do. The gates of heaven swing wide for you. Your duty is done, and I must now do mine.†He said quietly, a prayer to whatever gods there were, and to Xeuss himself, as Malus armed his rocket launcher.

He owed it to Xeuss to make sure it was quick. The Rocket Launcher would take all three of them out very quickly, he was sure of that much. As the minigun bullets finally found their target and the armour-piercing bullets smashed into the mask and torso of the first target, with more than enough force to undoubtedly destroy the mask itself and give him some serious breathing problems, Malus hit the other trigger, and the rocket flared to life and flew from the launcher on the suit’s right arm, streaking through the air towards it’s target and leaving a smoke trail that messed with Malus’s eyes for a moment and left him unable to be sure of how much damage he’d done to the first Yautja. The rocket was fast, and effective. The Yautja were wounded and slower than normal. There was no doubt in hell with Malus’s precision aim that the rocket would hit home, and it did. The ground at the first Yautja’s feet exploded with a dull, sooty roar and all three of the non-humans near the large –now closed– doorway were blasted off of their feet. Malus would have wagered that it’d be quite literally, the blast had the power to rip their legs clean off.

Malus was unsure if it had, so he hosed down the entire hallway with both Napalm and Bullets from his flamethrower and minigun, respectively. Anything in the hallway would be chewed to little bits, and the little bits turned to barbequed meat. Malus was deadly, and efficient. The Exo-Suit only magnified this as he took a step forward. Another rocket streaked into the mess and exploded with another roar. Malus rose from the crouch and waited, his weapons at the ready, for the smoke to clear. And indeed, the other half of the hallway was hidden from view, completely masked by thick, dark smoke. Malus waited, looking for all the words like a monster from the worst nightmares of a mad scientist as he waited, taking a few steps back to put even more space in between himself and them, although he’d already been about 50 meters away.

"Two Yautjas sighted. Both are critically wounded. Xeuss also sighted, also critically wounded. Engaging all three. Malus out." He communicated tersely over the radio to the rest of the humans. Delta had been right behind him. Hopefully, he still was. He could take these two on his own, but whoever said he had to?

A hand grabbed Malus' chin from below, the force of it displaced the two teeth where the hand's index finger and thumb were pushing them inside Malus mouth. All fastened inside the exosuit, he could do nothing but grab the arm that was pulling him up from somewhere behind him. His head got tilted back, his Adam's apple almost buting out of his throat, only to see a less familiar face.

Xeuss had been blasted tward the exosuit by the very first grenade and burnt right where he needed it. Sure, he was not as handsome for now, but it managed to stop his bleeding and that was a very good thing. With all the fireworks Malus hadn't noticed him crawling behind and up his beloved exosuit. And now Xeuss was angry. He didn't care what the predators would think about what he was doing, but he didn't think they'd care. He simply pulled unto Malus' jaw as if trying to rip it off and drops of his blood started to dig into the former marine's face as Xeuss talked.

"Engaging all three of them...? You would have been better off on my good side, human. But now my good side's all burnt." He smiled as he turned to show Malus the burns on the left side of his face. But Xeuss' burns were not the most important for Malus at the moment, because the a drop of blood from Xeuss' mouth had started sinking into one of his eyes. Xeuss didn't know whether he wasn't screaming because the eye was mechanical, or because his grip was just keeping his esophagus shut too tight, but he didn't quite care.

As soon as Malus' head was tilted back into position, all that bound him to the chair was ripped off as he got pulled out of the exosuit and smashed unto the hard floor of the corridor. Xeuss jumped right before Malus reached the floor, holding his bad leg with his hands and landing with his good knee in just the right place between the human's ribs to stop him from breathing for a good 30 seconds. Which was enaugh for the hybrid to knock him unconscious. His right leg was not quite as good as he would have liked it to be, the bone was cracked and he couldn't stand on it, but he could use it to balance himself as he used Malus' head to simulate a procedure of beating a nail into the wall of the hallway.

As soon as blood began to gush out of the human's temple, Xeuss lifted him over his head - this was quite easy compared to stopping an alien from running by grabbing it's tail - thinking to finish him off. But at that moment his rage weared off and he began to realise that the explosion had managed not only close his external wounds, but to create more internal ones. He had many broken ribs that hurt like hell in that position, so he just dropped the unconscious man in the seat of the exosuit and set it to walk right back up the hall down which it had come.

Xeuss was tired after this rush of fury and sat down to get a moment of peace. In all the anger he had forgotten about the two predators standing right at the door to the frozen engine room and got right back on his foot, picking up the Desert Eagle - now his only weapon - and turning with a funny limp to face BW and 428. Not sure if they still had something to fight for, he just said in Yautja...

"The Queen is disabled. That was my goal as well. What now, predators?" The pain was streaming through the broken and burnt parts of his body in the silent hall, while from a distant vent a thin voice could be heard saying "Bugs, bugs, bugs, get 'em off me!"...

Predator428 and Black Warrior had taken shelter behind a small alcove as a barrage of bullets and fire had swept throught the corridor. The commotion had only been stopped by the quick actions of the newcommer. The creature approached the pair of hunters and addressed them in their native language.

Predator428 cocked his head at the strange human, the one called Xeuss. This filth had attacked him and his clanmate, tried to stop them from capturing the queen. Now he claimed to be on the yautja's side, that all he had wanted was to stop the queen.

Predator428 thought the whole situation was strange. Hell, even the "human" himself was strange. For one thing, Xeuss appeared to bleed acid, that certainly wasn't normal. Besides, he just didn't smell right, not like one of the humans should. Did he even detect the sent of the hardmeat radiating from this creature? Or was he just injured worse then he thought?

That brought another point, the state of himself and Black Warrior. The continued battles with the hardmeat, their queen, and the attack by the unluckly exosuit pilot had left both hunters drained. Their first priority should be to get to the bridge, to get the ship ready for flight and to clean out the rest of these bastards. As much as the two hunters desired combat, they couldn't waste their lives fighting someone that apparently wanted to help them.

Predator428 nodded toward Xeuss and spoke in his native language, glad to not have to speak in the language of the humans. The predator wasn't exactly fluent in it, and he didn't want to destory this shaky partnership by accidentaly insulting this creature's spawn mother.

"Alright, we won't kill you. Yet. For now we must make sure this ship stays in control of the yautja. My clanmate and I are on our way to the command deck, to plan and organize for a final strike. If you are truly on our side, you will show us and this ship respect. Once these humans have been erradicated, you shall leave on whatever ship you came from and will not stand in our way. There is a freight elevator a few hundred yards in that direction, we will use that to get to the command deck."

Predator428 gestured to the former exosuit pilot. "Deal with this waste in whatever way you wish, my clan has more important matters to attend to."

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Hearing the squak of the radio, that she picked up a while ago. Shadowatching heard a male's voice, then the name "malus" She smiled, remembering that cowards name and the history behind it. She plucked it from her belt, it used to belong to Nikkie, the female that she killed and still needed to clean the skull and mark. Pressing the right button after countless times of watching the marine men, from the location she was taken to, to gain more info of the yautja.

Pressing the right button, thus giving everyone ability to hear the foreign words pour out of her lips. "I suggest all Oomans leave this ship at once. I have Played very fair and I have been very nice to you all" Pure Human words lifted and fell in to the speaker's. THe eyes closed as she took a tentive deep breat in, the fingers on the controls as she started that rapid tapping sound. She heard and could of sworn felt the ship shake and shudder from something exploding within it. THinking for a split second that one of their bomb's went off again, she snapped her eyes up at the viewing monitor watching in horror of her clan mates. The fingers danced and moved faster then before.

OH no, Not that she was thinking it, but she prayed to Paya that the clan would be fine, the smoke wasn't what she was worried about, hell the ship's features can see through all of that smoke.

The gun sprung out from above them, one on each side of the machines that the humans were in. Was it a promise that she would just blow them up as they stood there? The answer is Yes, she would, but she has yet to receive that permission from the higher of the higher ups, the council members. Her being a hybrid, don't come that easy as the regular pure bloods would. She hovered her finger, the mind reeling as she wondered if another court appearence would get her killed, or joy in the hearts of the fellow clan mates. Picking up the rectangle object in her hand again, bringing it to her masked mouth. "I would head the words. Retreat and leave the ship is your final offer, no talk of negotiation, no nothing." Did she betray her clan, learning how to speak like a human? No, far from it, she did it to help more with the clan itself, so that if a human was saying one thing, the clan didn't think another. "And pick up your human female, she is under the mind" She tried to say "She was fucked up" but the words can't even cross her lips, without trying to use Yautja in the process.

Watching as her clan turned and helped each other move towards the doors behind them, which opened just as they walked in. Predator248 and black_warrior, would soon start up the lift and towards the final place of destination, where shadowatching waited for them. She geared up, both ready to take care of the clan as well as ready to leave and kill the remaining Humans, if possible, if given that chance. She waited and watched the screens, the finger twitching to fire the gun that hung there, threatening the humans.

There were still dead drones on the floor of the hallway and Xeuss was almost naked. He wasn't gonna kill another hive just to make himself clothes again, so he just grabbed one that was intact and started dragging it along with him. He was heading twards the vent that Alouran's voice had come from. Dragging a big drone along with him was not an easy job with all the burns and broken bones. He could step on his right leg, but not stand on it, the rupture would have just given in. He was unsure whether the clip in his Desert Eagle was empty or not, he hadn't counted the bullets shot out. But it wasn't like he had time to stop and load it.

Holding on to the wall with his left hand, dragging the dead drone with the other, sighing about the pain at every step, Xeuss managed to get rather quickly to the closed vent. He could hear the sound of agitated movement, moaning and mumbling from within it. He didn't have his knife anymore, so he ripped off one finger from the drone and used the acid to melt off the lock. The vent opened silently and Xeuss used his hands to climb in. Then pulling the corpse up to him, placed it on his back and started to crawl, following Alouran's voice. Two turns left and there she was, struggling in her sleep with something the hybrid couldn't see. He was tired and in much pain, but still wondered if the girl would have a heart attack waking up from one nightmare to him with a drone on his back.

"Hey! Hey, wake up!" he whispered, slapping her over the face softly. As soon as she was lucid enaugh to understand him, he did his best to explain the situation. "The Xenomorphs are dead. The predators have taken over the ship. Malus is an idiot. But he's managed to make a safe rout back to your dropship i think, otherwise i don't know how he would get an exosuit all the way here. You can find the corridor two rights that way, but mind the occasional drops of acid. Oh and sorry for standing on all fours over you, almost naked, not that it's not enjoyable, but... you know... have a nice day."

With that he continued on tward the landing bay where his shuttle was parked. It was not so hard to orient, he was great at it, and the vents were closed in such a way that he could only go in that direction. He knew it was the right one. And he knew the one closing the vents was the woman, the hybrid he had met earlier, the one who spoke to him in english just a minute before... Or... more minutes... It was hard to breathe and to think with a drone on his back, with a useless leg and crawling through vents. But at least everything was quiet in these parts.

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A long walk, or crawl rather, got Xeuss back to the place where it all had started. The dark landing bay at the bottom of the ship, where his shuttle was waiting to return him home. Along the way he'd heard some screams, some shots, the humns were still battling the predators. There was nothing left for him on that clanship. It was occupied again, and he was not about to steal from a respectable Yautja clan. He wondered what had become of Alouran, Delta and even Malus, but thought the most about the hybrid. He had heard rumor about such human-predator hybrids and now they were confirmed. And he knew just where to get one.

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The Melanie opened her door to him and he landed the shuttle back where it belonged. Lucifer greeted him as he rolled over and kissed the floor of his ship's landing bay. He excused himself for missing and told him how he had managed to plunder the human ship and got everything that was necessary make the Melanie a safe place to live again.

"Oh damn. There were still people hoping to get home in there. But don't worry, i don't want you to take everything back. And repair their ship, i mean seriously..." Stroking the metal floor he was laying on he laughed at the pain in his bones. "I'm gonna need to lay in bed for a long time, so she's gonna be all yours. Keep the drone, i'll need new clothes, as you can see. Oh and you know the story about the bad-blood Yautja hybrid, Predatoress? I think she's real and i think i know where to find her. I'll set the coordinates for the planet."

Minutes later, the mighty hybrid spaceship Melanie was cloaked and on an undisturbed heading twards the first recruit of the resurrected pirate company...

The Dark Blood Organization

Vevlaa woke up again. His head was still banging from the morphine shot he got earlier, but that didn’t bother him too much. At least the world had stopped spinning! He looked around. He was still in the damned hangar, under the Dropship. Then a thought struck him. “Where is everybody†he thought out loud. Then he turned on his radio. “Vevlaa calling Malus†…Nothing… nothing but sparks. Perhaps his receiver was broken? I say again, Vevlaa calling Malus. Can you read me over†Still nothing…

As Vevlaa looked around more closely on the ground, he noticed footprints of Exosuits in the dust on the floor. “If anyone can hear me, I’m coming in†He lighted up the flamethrower on the M41F and ran in the same direction as the footprints, hoping that nothing bad had happened.

Vevlaa crossed a corner, and stopped immediately. In a seat on a Exosuit sat Malus, badly wounded. He hated this part of the job! He walked over to the Exosuit, checking every step he took, from acid to targets, but after a few seconds he was able to get a look at the injuries. After what he could tell, this was bad! He needed to get him out of here NOW!

Vevlaa dropped the rifle and pulled out his full medkit, and deployed the stretcher. After setting a IV with a rather large mixture of morphine and Ringer Acetate, he got him on the stretcher. That would give them some hours to get him out, at least that’s what he hoped. Now if there was only someone around here to help him carry…. He looked up, Hmmm Exosuit he said to himself, (kind of like how Homer Simpson would say the same thing about doughnuts) He got the Exosuit as low as he could, before he was able to lay the stretcher across its arms/guns and wrapping it with some remains of Malus’ webbings.

When Malus was secured, Vevlaa got himself into the Exosuit’s seat Ok, No guns, he sighed and turned the bloodstained thing around. He managed to get to the safety of the hangar. On the way there he sent out a message over the Exosuit’s radio. This is Vevlaa. ALL survivors have ONE hour to get to the hangar. We are leaving! and after a little break and Malus is critically wounded. He needs transport ASAP! So if you’re late, then you are too late

Now safely within the perimeter of sentry guns, he walked the Exosuit directly into the Loading bay on the Waffle. After some minutes he got Malus down from the arms of the suit, and on the ground. He made sure that he was attached to the floor before running up to the cockpit. Well there, he started the take-off procedures…

The noise of machinery clanking open caused Shadowatching to whip around, weapons drawn to face any who would try and take the bridge from her. The hybrid was relieved to see who had walked through the bridge doors, the pair of hunters Predator428 and Black Warrior.

Predator428 staggred into the room, limping to a console seat as Black Warrior worked to seal the door. Predator428 nodded to Shadowatching, wincing behind his mask as his chest spasmed in pain. For the first time in this entire hunt, the warrior felt safe. He had finally reached the bridge, the center of command for this entire vessel.

The room consisted of a tall, rectangular chamber. A deep trench, streatching from the blast door to the viewport, bisected the chamber. The inside of the trench was filled with command consoles, with a walkway rising up from the center. At the back of the walkway was a large chair, undoubtably the captian's chair. As Predator428 walked around the command seat, he lowered his head in sadness. Only the most experienced elders were trusted with the command of an entire clanship, and Predator428 could see a splatter of flourecent blood staining the leather.

Predator428 walked along a row of consoles to the left of the walkway, observing the orange panels above each chair. He stopped when he reached his destination, the Sensory and Diagnostics panel. Predator428 eased himself into the seat, ever aware of the queen's tail spike still imbedded in his chest. Since the tail hadn't punctured any organs, Predator428 decided he should leave it in to stop the bleeding.

The hunter needed to block out his pain, concentration was needed to achieve his objective. Predator428 reached out with a clawed hand and began to bring the machine to life, suprised at the simplicity of its desgin. Predator428 guessed that the console was user-friendly, since most yautja never bothered to learn how to operate such things. After a few minutes of tapping the keypad, Predator428 was successful in bringing up a complete damage report of the ship.

A holographic representation of the clanship sprung to life, with damaged sections flashing red. Predator428 was suprised at the minimal amount of damage. The hardmeat must have executed their take over very quickly, not allowing his fellow yautja to damage the ship in an attempt to stop them. Engines were online and functional, backup generators were operating a full efficiency. The communication system was out and there appeared to be a number of small hull breaches across the outer shell. There were four parts of the ship that Predator428 hoped that worked.

One was the life support systems, which were still fully functional. The second was the engines. Predator428 knew that once the rest of the humans were eliminated, he and the rest of the clan could pilot this clanship back to the Homeworld. This disaster would finally be over. But one more task had to be completed before they could leave, and that taks required the last two systems on the ship. The outer sensory network, and the defensive systems.

Predator428 got up from the terminal and walked to another, this one labled Ship Security and Environmental Controls. Predator428 sat down and got to work, doing a scan on all the ships primary and secondary hangar bays. A flashing symbol directed him to one of the secondary ports on the starboard side of the clanship, it had been accessed recently. Predator428 brought up a video feed of the hangar, immediatly angered at what he saw.

A human dropship, undoubtably the one that had brought these vermin aboard the ship. Predator428 initiated a scan of the vessel, the data being sent to a small display on his right. According to the diagnostic, the dropship did not have interstellar range, it was a short range craft. That ment that they had come to this region in a larger vessel, one that was still nearby. Predator428 brought the exterior scanners online, looking for any craft with a power source in the immediate area. A vessel was immediatly detected, one that matched the known profile of a human ship desgin.

Predator428 downloaded the data of its location and sent it to a console to his left, one labled Ship Defense. Predator428 slipped into the console, annoyed at having to move this much in his pain. The hunter forgot his pain as he began to bring the defensive systems online, fierce glee blocking out the unpleasant sensation. The panel began to flash red as Predator428 hit the commmad key, bringing the clanship's main defenses online.

A row of twenty-two heavy plasma turrets came online as they recieved their commands, their barrels glowing blue as energy began to charge. The weapons of destruction pivited on large gunposts and locked onto their target. The human vessel.

A row of plasma exploded soundlesly into space, the gun turret's barrels discharging their energy. The blue bolts crossed the distance in an instant, impacting the side of the military ship with incredible force. The corrosive energy quickly burned through the hull, melting through multiple decks as the blasts exited out the other side. The ship broke into thirds as her reactor blew, throwing chunks of twisted metal in all directions as they began to drift away.

Predator428 leaned back in his chair, admiring his handy work as a piece of the wreckage floated across the view port.

(I will edit, If I have to)

Shadowatching watched as her clan walked in, more staggered and ready to fall down. Predator248 put Black warrior on the ground, nearrest to her, so that she can do her craft. Knowing that she takes extra care as not to hurt her clan, she set of to work.

A hand crossed over Black's medical kit on his wrist, opening it up quickly and dumping as much as she can out. Putting it in a hole, nearest Black so that she can get access to everything.

Grunting softly, she even took her own medical supplies out, yea she killed one, yea she had the scars, but she felt guilty as not to kill an xeno. THe lips pulled in a frown as her mask went off of her face, the darkness covered the eyes as much as she can. Cold and lifeless, they are a shine to them as a dead person would stare at someone.

THe fingers moved quickly, opening the small device to heat up what she needed and to pour liquid out, she spoke lightly to Black as to let him know who she was and waht she as doing. Remembering that there would be pain, the female expected that she would be hurt in the process even a few bones broken.

Shaking her head, the dreads clicked soflty, just a few of them, of her family's name and a few great hunts they did, the pure bloods they were. Her being the only half breed. Shadow moved fast and swift, on to black, taking a flat object, the flat part, of the back of her throwing knife, she scooped up the blue goo. And the process of healing black started. Hearing his weak roars, her hand as cold as Ice and death rested on his cheek, whispering for him to stay alert.

Once black was done, the machine fired up more, firing the bolts which pierced the hull of another ship, farther in to space. Breaking up that metal object that humans would live.

She turned and began work on Predator248. Patching what was done, fixing what needed to be done. She said nothing during all of this, but her mind was in over drive. She wished to have, fought against an Xeno a hardmeat. But, She pondered why they want her away from the humans, what reason would it be. Never questioning her elder's no matter who was in charge, she kept respect to every yautja alive or dead. The ones in her clan or out. Tears leaked from the corner of her eye, as the heart fell to the ground, remembering those that has fallen.

"Thar'n-da s and yin'tekai" she spoke with care and love of the fallen ones.

Hearing Vev's voice crackle over his intercom to his ear piece was a godsend.
Since Delta had pretty much gotten lost in the ships identical like large corridors.
Just 5 minutes ago he ditched the EXO,was about to try find Malus but he had gone missing and the only trademarks left from the last battle where big black stains on the floor.
So now they where ditching the ship and bugging out,well this mission was FUBAR from the word go anyway.
Always more places to fight......assuming you get out of this one.Delta said again to his inside voice.
Ok so Alourans missing,Vevs at the ship with Malus who injured and hes about to take off in an hour.
So lets try and find Alouran and get the hell out of here. He wasnt leaving without here for thats sure but where to find her.
FOF tags where not seen,but her vital signs where there in his HUD inside his sealed helmet.
Knowing this was a risky move and really quite stupid,Delta resorted to the only possible way to try and track Alouran down as he had no NAV markers or navigation equipment to find her.
Running through the errire corridors of vansihed life still and quiet except the noice that pounded through the metal grating "ALOURAN!,ALOURAN,COME ON ITS TIME TO GO,.ALOURAN?.
His combat boots ran across the metal grating floor.
He kept on shouting and running.

"Fuckin...half-breed...bastard..." The words were quite an effort to say as the Morphine kicked into his system, clouding his mind. He opened his mechanical eyes, glad that they had not been damaged. These new models were resillient. He'd designed them to be. He didn't want another Descending Fate going on. No sir. Looking around, he found himself inside the dropship, strapped down to the floor to keep him from injuring himself as the ship rocked around, as he knew it would. They were taking off, then. As he opened his eyes further and looked around, noticing the drip that was sticking into his arm, he gritted his teeth. Dammit, he wasn't dead yet. He could still do some good.

He notied that the worst of his wounds were bandaged up, and the blood flow had been staunched. Good ol' Vevlaa. That's two I owe him. Malus thought to himself as he tried to rip the IV from his arm. He wasn't out of the fight yet. He'd suffered far worse than this at the hands of the first Yautja Elder he'd fought, and worse still at the hands of the Queen from Acid Reign. This was nothing. NOTHING, dammit! As he finally got one arm loose and tore the IV from his flesh, and started on the straps holding him down he knew that he didn't have the luxury of quitting. Even if he died, he'd die on his feet. Malus was determined to win, even if it cost him his life.

The pain was bad, but he managed to block it out, clearing his mind and overcoming the morphine and pain with the sheer force of his will. He remembered before he had blacked out that Shadowatching had spoken. A warning. The Pred Ship was active again. He knew that meant trouble. It meant that the Constantine was in serious trouble. As he finally got himself free, he reached for his helmet comms. "This is Malus Jay Darkblade. As of now, Vevlaa is in control of this operation. You are to evacuate as per his orders and do whatever the hell he tells you. Operation Lost Souls is over. Now, your primary and only objective is to get out of here alive. I will not be joining you. Soldiers, it has been both a pleasure and an honour serving with you." Malus said, before grabbing a Pulse Rifle from the nearby weapons rack.

His path was clear. He would go down with the ship. As he stepped off from the boarding ramp of the dropship, he loaded the Pulse Rifle, slamming a fresh clip into the weapon. By the time he had reached the hangar door, he'd fully loaded the grenade launcher. And as the hydraulics gurgled and the blast doors slid open, he didn't look back once. His marines would be safe. He'd ensure it. By focusing the attention of his enemies entirely on him, he'd buy them the time they needed to escape. Besides, he had one more objective to complete. If he lived through it, then things might change for the better. If he died, then he died. It reminded Malus of a joke his father had once told him. â€ÂMarines always win, son. If they win, well, they win. If they die, they die fighting so it doesn’t count. And if they’re runnin away, they’re just taking a break before coming back to finish the fight.â€Â

Malus had done enough running away. Now, it was time to finish this fight. He’d take them all on. All at once if he had to, one by one if he didn’t. He’d keep fighting until either he died, or there were no enemies left to fight. Running away was no longer an option. At least, it wasn’t an option that he was willing to even contemplate. No sir. He grabbed his helmet comm and switched it onto the wideband channel so that the hybrid, and indeed everyone could hear. â€ÂAllright Shadowatching. Enough of this. You think I’m a coward, do you? Well, why don’t you come down here and see how damned cowardly I am eh? It’s about time we fought properly. So how about it? I think you’ve got guts. Prove me right.†He said, declaring a challenge to her. She’d slagged him out on the radio quite enough. Don’t get mad, the old saying went. Get even.

Alouran thrashed in her sleep thinking things where chasing her, killing things around her, fires roared and things lashed out at her and then Xeuss was slapping her face. Opening her eyes slowly she saw Xeuss, or was it? There was something funny attached to him. For a few minuets she fought trying to wake up but his insistent slapping was driving her up a wall. "What?" she muttered threw gritted teeth. He started talking and about half of it was lost in the sound blood rushing in her ears as she sat up. She look at him and for the first time she noticed he didn't really have clothes on. Her face flushed a deep red when he walked off, putting a hand to her face she let out a sigh.

So she was on a ship, controlled by Yajuta, half peeking at a halfbreed who was walking with barely any clothes on him to make him decent. Why was she looking? Turning her head she heard Vev's voice crackle over the radio. A whole hour to get to the dropship. As she leaned against the wall struggling to see straight she groaned and choked up some blood before spitting it out. Slowly she picked up her vest and tempted to put it on but pain stopped her, she could hardly move. Wounds where taking a toll on her.

Her eyes slowly turned gray from that wonderful green they had been. As she pushed herself to her feet she nearly fell over. Her leg was trying to give out. Shaking she held her vest in one hand and used the other to lean against the wall with. "Two rights.." she muttered softly and limped down the hall. "Ow." she groaned softly with each step. The pain was abated to a low but constantly sharp throb threw out her chest and leg.

Two rights later she was cling to a wall with her head down and shaking visibly. She was coated in sweat and burning up with a hazed over look in her gray eyes. Hearing Delta howling her name basically in the halls gave her such a headache. "Delta." she said quietly but he kept shouting her name. "Delta." she said it louder. "DELTA." Louder again, and again till she was screaming "DELTA SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M RIGHT BLOODY FREAKING HERE!" Her voice echoed down a empty hall. Hearing her echo she flinched, god she sounded like crap. Limping over to him she tried to play the limp off as a gangster walk. Not good, that only made it hurt worse. She grinned at him as she got close. "You rang masta? Egor comes as master demands." she rubbed her hands together and her voice dropped to a thick heavy nasaly voice that matched an Egor sound just fine.

Arriving in the hangar area of both clan ships LH cant help but smile at the 13 plasma turrets that are set up in the hallway followed by another 8 in both hangar bays, LH went back in the Hunters moon clan ship to place Voltages mask among the hall of the honorable dead, without looking back Lone hunter went to the armory in the ship and grabbed two new shurikens, 12 EMP bombs, Wrist comp which he attached to his lower left leg, a new mask and finally LH replaced his wrist blades.

Lone Hunter was leaving the HM ship when he received a message from one of the young bloods that the Queen was secured and that the rest of the hive was basically dead and that the human’s merely had to be cleared out. After a little thought LH took the last two plasma turrets and made his way to the bridge, he knew that some human’s like his fellow Yautja jut didn’t know when to quit, and 20 minutes later he was at the entrance of the bridge with both guns setup he turned to see Shadow treating Pred 248’s wounds, he waited for her to finish then walked in and gave a polite bow then said “nicely done, it is an honour to fight beside such a great clan†he stopped for a second waiting for the same complement for his clans efforts as well then continued “I’ll have the young bloods purge the ship of any surviving xenomorphs if there are anyâ€Â- he was cut off mid sentence as the human radio that Shadow had taken crackled to life “This is Malus Jay Darkblade. As of now, Vevlaa is in control of this operation. You are to evacuate as per his orders and do whatever the hell he tells you. Operation Lost Souls is over. Now, your primary and only objective is to get out of here alive. I will not be joining you. Soldiers, it has been both a pleasure and an honour serving with you†all four hunters stared at the radio for a bit when the known as Malus spoke again only this time he spoke at shadow “Alright Shadowatching. Enough of this. You think I’m a coward, do you? Well, why don’t you come down here and see how damned cowardly I am eh? It’s about time we fought properly. So how about it? I think you’ve got guts. Prove me rightâ€Â.

Once again they stared at the radio; Lone Hunter looked up at Shadow and merely waited for her response to this direct challenge…

(best I can do at the moment but I’m sure it’ll do)

Predator428 had heard the human's message to Shadowatching, but thought nothing of it. The humans would soon be dead and then they could finally go back to their home system. Predator428 knew that Shadowatching could handle the human by herself, it was no concern of his.

Predator428 walked to the front of the bridge chamber and seated himself at Ship Navigation. The predator was relieved to have the hybrid's painkilling drugs flowing through his system, it made him fully alert and almost oblivious to pain. Predator428 brought the console online and pulled up the star charts, plotting a course for the Homeworld. A three dimensional chart of the galaxy sprung from the screen, the yautja's world glowing like a jewel. Predator428 hit the enter command and began the first steps of the journey.

A low rumbling could be detected as the clanship's main engines came online, slowly moving the enormous craft through space. The ships engines would require a few minutes to charge before they could make an interstellar jump. The console estimated that it would take a few minutes to reach full power, and then a day to reach home once the ship made her lightspeed jump. This would give the predator time to extract his revenge.

The human scum had attacked his clanmates, tried to steal this ship, and had killed his elder. Predator428 was going to make sure that the only part of them that would leave the ship would be their headless corpses. Predator428 walked back to the security console and activated the census scanner. It was a function that was normally used to count the number of yautja onboard at any given time, now it would need to find the vermin. The holographic charts showed the thermal signals of the human dropship and two lifeforms inside one of the secondary hangar bays. Two others could be detected exactly three decks bellow the bridge. They would not reach their dropship. Not with their heads.

Predator428 made his way to the blast door, nodding to Black Warrior and Lone Hunter2.

"The ship will be able to leave for the homeworld in a matter of minutes, we have time to stage one final hunt before then. Two humans are three decks bellow us. We cannot let them go unpunished for this disrespect of our fallen brothers, I intend to deal with them. Join me if you wish."

Predator428 exited the bridge, entering the freight elevator directly across from the door. The doors sealed with a hiss as the car made its way down, delivering the fierce hunter to his prey. After a short bit of waiting, the elevatar gave a low chime as it reached its destination. Predator428 stepped out, keeping himself silent as he listened for the humans.

The clanking of boots on metal echoed through the corridor, along with sound of barely quieted voices. Predator428 noted the source of the sound and tapped a control on his gauntlet. The predator seemed to disappear from view as his active camouflage came online, engulfing him in a cocoon of simmering energy. In normal light, the curves of the predator's body could still be detected by the naked eye, but the hallways were dark. Since the yautja only saw in infa-red, the lighting devices were only visible to them. Thanks to this fact, Predator428 was as good as invisible.

The hunter crept along the hallway, listening in as the humans continued to babble on. Predator428 leaned around the corner, spotting the pair of soldiers conversing in the hallway. One was male, addressed by his female companion as Delta. The female soldier seemed to be recieving orders from the one called Delta, that made him the leader. The worthy kill.

Predator428 crouched low, straining not to make any noise as he crawled towards the female's back. The soldier's whining was cut off as the predator's shimering hand clamped over her mouth. Predator428 threw the human behind him, grunting as he slammed the woman's head into the corridor wall.

Delta-boy brought his weapon to bear, struggling to pick out the cloaked predator in the darkness. Predator428 grabbed his combistick, opening it to full length as it was activated. The noise of the weapon alerted Delta-boy, causing him to fire a burst into the direction of the sound. Predator428 ducked low, avoiding the bullets as he sprung towards the marine. Predator428 chose that moment to deactivate his cloaking, allowing Delta-boy to get one view of the predator before he was hit.

Predator428 had hit the marine with his staff infront, knocking the soldier's arms out of the way. The human stumbled back, trying to gain his balance as he fell into the wall behind him. Predator428 held his combistick to the marine's neck, lifting the human off the ground as he crushed Delta-boy against the wall. The human had already begun to black out from his lack of oxygen, hands clawing at the spear that would not budge.

Alouran was about to say more but a hand clamped over her mouth roughly and she went headfirst into a wall. CLANG the sound of her helmeted head hitting the metal of the wall echoed down the near silent hall. Falling over clutching at her helmeted head did little good to stop the ringing in her ears or the feeling that her head was cracked open. Looking around she wondered what had done it, Predator428 had Delta against a wall by the throat.

Hand running down her sides they rested on the long combat knife she carried strapped to her calf. With a yank she had it out of the sheath. Springing to her feet she growled at the Yajuta. Her mind whirred with things to do. But the only thing she was doing was moving forward, that knife in hand and deadly grace she never knew she had as she moved closer to the Yajuta. He was taller than her by at least 3-4feet but that didn't stop her from jumping toward him with a knife. Just like a girl who was raised on the streets she reached up for the dreads almost every Yajuta had. She'd fight dirty to win against the hulking predator. One hand going to the dreads and the other snaked out in a slash of his backside.

If that didn't catch his attention than he must of had an ass of steel. Maybe if she died fighting him she'd leave a scar that would make it sore for him to sit. What a great way to remember an enemy. Maybe he'd have a reason to bare his ass to show off scars too.