Deltas eyes opened and he looked up at the ceiling;many decks up!."SHIT!",he said as he clambered to his feet,looking for his pulse rifle and knew it was bad as the 10 pieces of it scattered across the floor,looking down to find hes Desert Eagle was still in order was a god send as was his custom helmet,even though the HUD was now gone as was the imagery.
Looking across the floor to see Alouran,even though Delta wasnt a marine didnt mean he would abandon her,he ran to her fallen position."Come on Alouran look at me come on!",feeling her pulse was there but was probably in shock from the fall.Delta pulled away the wreckage that was pinning her,but here came the hard hard:lifting her.
Delta was not a medic and he didnt want to lift her if it could kill her,"Where the hell was Vev when you needed him!".Delta had an idea suing a makeshift strecher using two pipes and using his poncho he had.
Upon making the strecer and putting it under her he would drag her low on it.
Scanning the room for exits he found one a door that lead to what it side was the wildlife section.He'd take his chances and go there and maybe take some cover behind the fanya that was there and then since he still had his mic maybe radio some help.He opened it and procedded with the plan.

The hulking mass of muscle flexing from the predalien came down with crushing weight. Black Warrior was forcefully thrown into the walls, and fell to the metallic floors wrapped in a deadly embrace. Black Warrior struggled to release himself from the monstrocity, but could not undo the ghastly beast from him.

Coiling and tightening BW rolled around, trying to gain the upperhand on his opponent, but the predalien had locked him into place, laying atop him, ready to strike. Sharp pains emerged as the deadly talons sunk into the hunters waist, trails of flourescent blood seeping along the fingers and pooling around the coil of enemies. Bw found that his back was still laying partly against where the ground met the wall. The predalien spread its mandibles, and opened its vicious jaws, lips quivering with anticipation and excitement. However, no strike succeded. Black Warrior had slipped his arms partly to bend his elbows, and clutching the predalien at the waist, hoisted him above and threw him to the wall above his head. The Predaliens head emitted a sickening crack as its dome was crushed by its own body weight. Bw rolled and manuevered out of the way to avoid the predaliens dangerous limbs lashing out.

The predalien clearly showed frustration, and a greenish brown trail of acid leaked down from a split in the predaliens dome. The trail led down to the mandibles, and mixing with the saliva, dropped, thickened and began to eat into the floor, where the hives webbing could not absorb it.
After slightly recovering, the beast whipped its head in Black Warriors direction.
Searing acid leaked forth and was thrown to BW. Small drops soared and managed to eat holes into BW's wristblades, melting and twisting the surrounding metal into sharpened chunks, hardly reminiscent of their former selves.

Metal clashing and screeches were heard from the side, the battle of Predator428 and Waralien raging on. Flourescent green blood mixed with acid built in pools along the ground, the predators blood weakening the acid, which slowed the eating of metal.
Suddenly a small shadow cast over Black Warrior and alerted him of danger, and rolling to the side he saw a deflected shuriken soar over where his head once was. The shuriken continued its path, and dug itself into the ceiling. A mechanism activated within the shuriken, the long spine like blades which were reavealed on the sides whirred and spun, ripping apart the metal until it fell to the floor, now useless.

The predalein snarled and pulled back its lips, the dome, with its feeling of false eyes, stared fiercely into Black Warrior.

Alouran was aware of her body, she could feel the blood from the punctured veins pooling painfully around muscles, nerves, and bones. She could feel her ribs shift agonizingly with each breath she took. Her mind raced as best as it could it was all just images and emotions no real cognitive thinking. She wanted to get up, she wanted the pain to go away. No matter how much she wished to move or for the pain to go away neither of it happened. Dimly she became aware of something other then her body, it was Delta cussing. His body weight pounding against the flooring felt like the vibrations of a stampede of elephants.

Debris was moved off the girls body, with that her breathing became a bit less painful and her eyes flickered open just barely to see the top of Delta's custom helmet before they closed. Her head rolled to one side and a small groan passed threw her lips, why was he touching her? She hated people touching her. The clatter of things being moved caught her attention but she didn't open her eyes whither it was from inability or not wanting to she couldn't tell. Her body moved as something was put under her. Why did this bastard insist on touching her!? She opened her mouth to tell him off instead of words air and blood frothed from her mouth.
The metallic tang made her splutter and turn her head thinking it would go away that way. It didn't, more of it bubbled up into her mouth and she gagged it out. Her mind started to stop focusing on her body and started to fall into a sleep like stasis. Parts of her screamed to stay awake, she wanted to live, she needed something to keep her aware of the living world. That annoying tang in her mouth was not enough, pain was all but pushing over the edge of not wanting to be awake. Her hand balled into a fist and gripped the poncho under it.

Outwardly the girl started to choke on blood after she was put on the stretcher, her chest would heave almost as if she couldn't get enough air before it would almost seemingly collapse as it pushed the air back out. With each inhale and exhale the girl's blood started to streak the corners of her mouth, she was seemingly aware of the things around her but was easily not processing what they meant.

Waralien looked for an opening. Though War knew that there wouldnt be any.

War then saw it. A small, very risky opening. 99 percent chance that War would suffer a fatal blow if he missed or a 1 percent chance he could make the move without a scratch, this was what War calculated. War didn't favor the odds but he had to go. War lept into the air towards Predator428. He saw the move coming and was ready. In mid flight War contorted his body so that his feet made contact first.

Predator428 realized what the creature was going to do only too late. He tried to brace but War hit first. War slammed his feet into Predator428's chest, sending him realling back. War back flipped off him and landed in a low pounce. War darted foward at an exposed area.

Predator428, off balanced, saw as Waralien darted foward with claws extended and slashed at his side. War continued in mid flight by raising his tail and allowing the razor edges of it slice into Predator428's arm. Though War hadn't counted on Predator428 reacting to his movements and felt a sharp blade cut into his arm.

War recovered in an instant and saw the damage that was caused. He had a deep wound in his arm. He looked at Predator428. He sported a gash at his right side and a deep wound in his upper arm. Both of which War hoped that would cause his movements to become sluggish.

Waralien then resumed a pounce and readied for his opponets next move.

The gashes on Predator428's side and arm were burning from pain from Waralien's attack. His flourescent blood already painted the steel floor in shimmering puddles. Though the wounds were not deep, the pain in his side still made it difficult for him to maneuver.

Predator428 roared in fury at the crouching alien, the beast already preparing for another strike. The bastardly alien would not get the best of him again. Waralien leapt to his feet and threw himself at Predator428 for another pounce. Predator428 drew his arm protectivley across his chest and ran straight into the flying alien. Predator428 had the advantage, he was much bigger and heavier than the skeletal Waralien. The hulking mass of predator slammed into the alien with incredible force, sending his adversary flying backwards.

Predator428 continued his advance, using his shoulder to push Waralien into the wall behind him. The alien was crushed against the wall as he was shoved against it, the alien's tail pinned against the metal surface. Predator428 grabbed the creature around the throat, with Waralien's claws wrapped around it in a death grip. Predator428 pulled back his free arm and prepared to drive his short blade into Waralien's abdomen. In a desperate move, Waralien used his only remaining weapon, his teeth.

The massive jaws of the alien shot forward and clamped themselves onto Predator428's shoulder, drawing more blood from the predator as the innermouth shot out as well. Predator428's strike was sent off course by the sudden attack. Instead of impaling Waralien, the blade cut a wide mark across the creatures abdomen. Predator428 began to backpedal away from the acidic blood flowing from the wound, with Waralien's jaws still sinking into his flesh.

With a grunt, Predator428 threw his unwanted baggage onto the deck. The warrior again used his greater weight to pin Waralien to the floor, dropping his blade to free his other hand. With the squirming creature refusing to release his jaws, Predator428 wrapped his hand around the alien's long dome. With an enraged roar, Predator428 curled his other hand into a fist and slammed it into the creature's jaw. The thin layers of sinew connecting the two parts were snapped and the bone broke in multiple places. Waralien screeched in pain as his jaw was made almost completely usless.

Pushing his advantage, Predator428 grabbed the weakened Waralien and tore his head away from his shoulder. The hardmeat's razor teeth snagged the flesh, ripping out a fist size chunk of Predator428's shoulder. The new wound causing him to roar in fury, the torn muscles seeming to scream from the injury. With Waralien still pinned beneath him, Predato428 brought his wristblades back for a strike.

When Malus reached the two of them Alouran was just barely aware of him, her eyes followed the movements that came into her line of sight but that was about it. As the morphine kicked in her body became less tense. Blood still came from her mouth but as he gave her the other shot it was becoming less. Before long she was patched up and awake. You could tell by the cussing that she was muttering and the way she was scowling.

Sitting up she put a hand to her stomach, with the morphine kicked in she couldn't feel the pain of moving but she felt pressure and hear the pops of her ribs going in and out of place. She spat out blood and wiped her mouth grumbling about it's horrid taste before taking a drink of her water and looking at Malus as he talked to her. Pulling the bottle away from her mouth she made a face. "I wasn't planning on making your job once where out of here easier." she smiled softly before getting to her feet.

With his help she was secured into the smartgun harness, it felt heavy against her broad shoulders but not too heavy. Taking a moment to spit out more crimson blood she looked at Malus as he took her left arm and put it over his shoulders. It felt odd having to have help for something she had been doing for so long, like walking. Her face turned red as she felt as if her pride was scorched. Turning her head she looked at Delta. "Thanks for helping me Delta."

Malus' small speech almost was listened to her and she nodded her head in understanding. Slipping her free hand around her waist and loosening the strap that held her pistol she grimaced as Malus started to walk. Small sparks of pain came from points of her body as she moved but she ignored them and kept up with the pace that Malus set.

With his jaw out of the picture, War had few options. He then remembered that the hunter completely forgot his tail.

War lifted his tail to a measured height. Once he had the right calculations, War thrusted the tail. The hunter had no idea. The tail sunk into the area on the side of his chest. War's tail felt several key areas snap as the tail proceeded through it and out the front.

Predator428 roared in pain as his movements were ceased. His arm fell to the side and remained motionless. The hunter saw the tail spiking out of his body. He tried to move his arm, but it didn't move at all.

War then jerked his tail left sending the hunter falling back. He picked himself off the ground. Predator428 rolled to the side and readied himself for another attack. His arm dangled uselessly on his side.


War moved away from the hunter, but still keeping an eye on him. He tried to move his jaw but it refused. War sat patiently as his internal body structure began its self repair proceedures.

The pain in Predator428's side was immense, Waralien's tail had penetrated deep. His flesh was torn and blood continued to seep from the hole. But as far as he could tell, none of his internal organs had been damaged. When Predator428 tried to move his right arm, he discovered that he couldn't move it any more then a twitch. The tip of the tail must have gotten to his spine, but his armor stopped it from going any further damage to his motor functions.

Predator428 turned his attention to his adversary. The alien had taken a few steps back, most likely waiting for Predator428 to succumb to his injuries. If so, the creature would be disappointed.

With his prefered weapon arm out of comission, Predator428 knew he was at a disadvantage. The only way for him to survive this fight was to level the playing field a bit. An idea struck the predator as he thought over his situation, something that would take a good deal of luck as well as skill. Predator428 put his plan into action, by running straight at Waralien with no weapons in his hand.

Predator428 growled as he made his seemingly suicidal advance, hoping to throw Waralien off. It seemed to work as the creature took a few steps back, hissing defensively. Just before he reached the range of the hardmeat's claws, Predator428 pulled a weapon from the back of his shin armor. With a mocking cackle, he fired the odd looking weapon at the crouching Waralien.

The hardmeat seemed to fly across the room as the steel netting impacted the creature. The massive alien collided with the wall behind him, the spider web like netting holding him suspended off the floor. Predator428 didn't load his netgun with the usual constrictive model. Instead, he used one more suitable for restraining. The thin wires simply held its victims tightly in place, instead of slicing through them.

With Waralien held squirming against the wall, Predator428 ran to a large, circular machine a few yards away. The predator unclipped his smart disk from his belt began cutting at the hardmeat resin covering a panel on its side. As Predator428 continued to work, the incredibly tight netting holding Waralien began to cut into the alien's skin. The hardmeat increased his struggles as the wires began to dissolve under the flow of acidic blood, slowly eating away at the bonds.

Predator428 was succesful in cutting away the last of the resin, putting away his smart disk as he began to type a sequence into the newly revealed panel. Predator428 was alerted by a loud snap from behind. The warrior looked over his shoulder to investigate the sound. To his shock, the netting holding Waralien lay in a few smoking strands on the deck bellow. With the enraged hardmeat now covered in cuts from the wires, the creature screeched in fury at Predator428. In a sudden burst of speed, Waralien sprinted in the direction of the predator, eager to extract revenge.

Predator428 franticly entered more commands into the console, ever aware of the approaching creature. Waralien leapt into the air as he prepared to tackle Predator428, his eyeless face alight with anger. Before he could complete his jump, Predator428 hit the activation button.

Objects all around the pumping area seemed to become weightless as they began to drift away from the deck and all around the room. Both Predator428 and Waralien had began to float through the space as well, the later thrashing around in confusion. Predator428 let out a sharp cackle as he saw the effects of his successfull plan. He had shut off the artificial gravity.

Predator428 used his good arm to grab his remaining short blade and twisted his body to face Waralien. With a click of his mandible, Predator428 activated his plasma canon and turned the barrel behind him. An explosive blast of energy erupted from the canon, thrusting him on a path straight to his adversary.

LH left the room as soon as the bomb went running where Voltage and the Xenomorph waralien fought,stopping at the sound of gunfire Lone hunter looked back for a second... then guiltly continued on...as LH neared the end of the hall he stopped again,but not because of the sounds of the battle, he noticed something that was out of place...

it was a, at first glance just a piece of metal, buy as Lone hunter approached it he saw that it was the mask of his dead clan member,"voltage", without another thought LH picked it up and put it on his equipment belt, then continud to look for SS or any clan mebers of both Hunter's Moon and Balatu.

afterr an uneventful 15-20 mins he came across two young bloods of both clans, they bore a small amount of wounds, he walked up to them "things have gotten complicated, Oomans are here and as you no doubt already no the hardmeat have escaped" he let his words sink in "our orders from the elder of balatu are to regroup at the docking bays and reinforce them, send the message and ask for a list of casulties and injurys, then the a message to both Scarred Shadow and PredatorV2 when we have regouped" both of the hunters nodded and sent the message to theur clans respective clans

"done" they said both at the same time as theey finished "lets go to the docking bays as fast as possible" LH led the two young bloods towards their ships hoping that the clan elders would be their soon...

(sorry if it's short, major writers block)

Waralien realized what had happened. He was now caught in a gravity suspention that he knew he couldn't escape. What made things worse, Predator428 came soaring through the gravity field straight into him. He needed a plan.

War started lashing out his tail and squirming his body. The result was that he began to "swim" through space. He moved just enough to allow Predator428 to pass him in a trajectory that wouldnt allow him to recover.

War squirmed himself up to the ceiling and sank his claws into the metal. Now he had leverage. War crawled towards the hunter's path and jumped off the ceiling onto the hunter. Upon landing, War ripped off his plasma caster and a number of weapons tied on to his body.

When Predator428 realized what War did, it was already too late. War then pushed himself off the body and sent Predator428 tumbling in the air. His inital speed plus Wars own action caused him to crash into a wall.

Predator428 had seen Waralien speeding toward him, but had been unable to get out of the way. The massive alien crashed into Predator428, sending him flying painfuly into the machinery behind him. In mid flight, Predator428 snagged Waralien's tail between his feet. Since the two combatants had been moving in opposite directions at the time, Predator428's fall was signifigantly slowed.

The Waraliein hissed in annoyance, swinging his tail to try and dislodge the predator. Predator428 kept his grip, slinging his blade as he reached for a new weapon. He reached behind his leg and unholstered his speargun. The weapon held ten, nine inch, spears. Predator428 knew he could spare a few. The warrior linned up his target, compensating for his drift by controting his body to slow himself.

He sqeezed the firing mechanism. The gas powered weapon shot its projectile into the wall behind him, away from Waralien. The resulting force was enough to send the pair of fighters flying towards the wall of the chamber. Predator428 tried to softened the hit with his arm, but the collision was still painful.

The hunter continued to use his powerful leg muscles to pin Waralien's tail to the wall, hooking his other foot around a pipe for stability. Despite Predator428's efforts, Waralien's tail was slipping from his grasp. Before the hardmeat could escape his entrapment, Predator428 brought his speargun to bear. With a hiss, the speartip propelled itself the short distance to Waralien. The hardmeat shreaked as the projectile impaled his arm, the razor edges holding it to the wall. Waralien began to twist his trapped arm, trying to draw more blood to melt the projectile.

Predator428 needed to work fast, before the acid from Waralien's wound melted the spear. The predator tossed his speargun aside and reached for his blade. With a roar of fury, Predator428 swung the blade through the air. The incredibly sharp blade impacted Waralien's tail, slicing clean through the tough exoskeleton and flesh.

Cackling in triumph, Predator428 kicked himself away from the wall with Waralien's tail in grip. He reached for a small cutting tool on his belt, an energy cutter he normaly used for cleaing his hardmeat trophys. Predator428 activated the device, drawing its laser across the severed end of Waralien's tail. The laser melted the yellow flesh and cautorized the wound, preventing any more acidic blood to escape from it.

By this time, the enraged Waralien had freed himself him his entrapment, ripping his arm away from the melted spear tip. Predator428 brandished his new whip to Waralien, waving it in a mocking manner at the hardmeat.

No jaw, and no tail. Waralien was running out of options. War then remembered one final trick he had.

War reached for his jaw and moved it to an open postion. Predator428 didn't realize that he had once seen that trick. Waralien hissed then spit out a stream of acid. Though the gravity caused it to move slower than they usually did, it also hindered the hunter's own movements.

The acid spilled on to the hunter's armor. It quickly ate away at his armor. He tried to rip it off but War quickly spat out another stream of acid. This bit landed on his good arm's exposed flesh. The hunter howled in pain as his arm was eatten away.

He looked around to see if his foe was going to do it again. To his amazement. The alien was gone. He scanned every direction he could. No sight of the creature.

Suddenly a thump on his back alerted him. War had his mouth open yet again and sprayed acid upon his body. The hunter roared in pain as the light spray of acid ate at his body.

The hunter swung the tail to knock the creature off himself. War saw this coming and reached out and grabbed the tail with his hand. War furiated that the hunter would do something so vial as to use his own body as a weapon. In one swift movement, Waralien directed the tail's sharp end into the neck of the hunter.

The hunter, while in pain from all the acid sprays, shifted his body and the tail missed him completely.

War sencing that the hunter still had some tricks lept from the body and hid within the shadows.

Seeing Predator428's plan coming into focus, Black Warrior had to find a way to get out of range, for fear of possibly becoming disadvantaged, with his most comfortable fighting place on the ground. Black Warrior slid across the resin infested floor of the room, his clawed foot ripping away at the black strings of home to this monstrous beast.
The predaliens mouth opened to bit down, but Black Warrior slid below, his foot sent with crushing force into the Predaliens skeletal ribcage. Bones cracked and splintered within the acidic sludge in the beast. The hybrid beast's mouth clenched around the right side of Black Warriors chest. The fierce slimy teeth puncturing the chestplate of armor and sinking their deadly grip into the meat. Green blood erupted from the gouged wound, decorating the beasts face with a bright display of greenish color. The foot had connected successfully though, and the predalien with a scream of agony was pushed against the wall, with such force that the acid which weakened the wall now gave way to the massive weight driving through. Clenched teeth ripped from the warrior pulled a chunk of flesh. A large hole shallow hole stood where great muscle and skin once stood, and the blood coursing through was sent flooding down the abdomen of Bw. The predalien fell through the crumpled and twisted metal, landing on the other side in a similar room to the earlier one. Bw slowly rescued strength from himself and used it to manage 2 cords into his wristcomp, connecting to the wall. Punching a few commands into the comp a wall of thick metal unsheathed iteself from the ceiling and locked Waralien and Predator428 away from the room where BW and the predalien resided.



Pain was now overcoming excitement, and in a twisted experiment of fury now fused into adrenaline. Revealing newfound power Bw leapt under the closing door, rolled up to his feet and charged toward the predalien, tempting to rid the universe of atleast this one disgrace of yautja. The predalien anticipated this and threw its tail outward, hitting its intended mark and sliding through Bw's right bicep. The wound split the bicep open 6 inches in length, and produced a guttural growl from the throat of the seasoned hunter.

Thoughts flashed through Black Warriors mind, ways to manuever from such a hold, with tendons and muscle shredding inside, he had to think fast.

Predator428 fought through the pain of the burns as he thought over his situation. The acid had melted through most of the skin on his arm and chest, leaving a series of angry boils on Predator428's remaining skin. His chest plate had blocked some of the acid, but the straps holding the metal to his body and been dissolved. The chest piece had already floated away, revealing the unmarked section of Predator428's chest.

A sharp noise from behind caused Predator428 to duck his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the tip of Waralien's severed tail. Expecting the for strike land, Waralien inadvertly thrusted the tail into Predator428's reach. The predator reacted in an instant, wrapping his hand around the appendage and twisting his body sharply. Predator428 swung the tail around the entire width of his body, flinging a suprised Waralien off of the end.

Predator428 lashed out with the tail, whipping the hardmeat full across the chest. The spiked protrusions of the appendage cut across Waralien's ribcage, breaking a number of the bones in the process. The blow sent the hardmeat spinning away in the zero-g, ultimatly stopped by a rough impact with the wall of the chamber. Pressing his advantage, Predator428 pushed off from the ceiling and proppeled himself at Waralien, pinning him face first onto the wall with his shoulder.

Before the hardmeat could push himself away from the steel, Predator428 brought his head back and slammed his mask into Waralien's dome. The curved steel impacted the iridecent surface with great force, cracking the exoskeleton on impact. Waralien was temporarily stunned, allowing Predator428 to make his final move.

With a roar that shook the chamber, the predator cocked his remaining arm back for his blow. Predator428 drove the black spike of Waralien's tail into the creature's back, cutting through the spinal cord in the process. The razor edged appendage continued on, lacerating vital organs and ultimatly exiting through the hardmeat's belly. The biological blade imbedded itself in the steel wall, hooking itself into the material. Predator428 pushed away from Waralien, observing his adversay as he feebly tried to remove his own tail from his chest.

Predator428 drifted back to the environmental console he had visited earlier. He came to a stop when he reached the machine, entering a sequence to bring the gravitational field back to normal levels. Objects all around the room clammered back onto the deck as he entered the command, landing on his feet with a heavy thud. A steady hiss began to fill the room as pools of Waralien's spilled blood fell onto the deck, dissolving many sections of the floor. The predator began to walk around the room, collecting his discared weapons. With his speargun, netgun and short blades back in place on his person, Predator428 walked to his defeated adversary.

Waralien was still clinging to life, his claws wrapped around the object that would soon kill him. Predator428 had to commend this creature, it had truly been a battle for him to remember. There was only one merciful thing to do. Predator428 drew his short blade and approached his foe. Without a sound, the warrior drew his arm back. The blade flew on a clean path, severing the hardmeat's head from the rest of its ravaged body. The predator's prize fell to the deck as Predator428 roared in his victory.

The predator bent to retrieve it, being careful not to let any of the blood drip onto him. Predator428 considered cleaning the skull, but his injuries needed to be tend to first. Predator428 set the head down beside him and rested his back on a wall, easing his weary body down to the deck. As the predator unhooked his medicomp from his back plate, he began to wonder what had become of Black Warrior.

With a thought echoing in his brain BW decided to try his move.
Black Warrior tried to curl his right and injured arm around the tail and yank back, but his arm hurt too much to do so. Using his left arm Black Warrior grabbed the tail and pulled with all his might. The Predalien resisted with great strength, but slid little by little, claws digging and leaving deep indentions in the metal tiling below. With one more forceful tug the predalien tripped and flew forward with a screech of surprising fear. Reacting fast Bw ran his hand over his right wristcomp, and managed to swing his right arm up just in time to launch the wristblades from their gauntlets. The twisted and smoldering blades flew through the air and ripped through the abdomen of the predalien. The added weight threw the predalien down in midflight, and it skidded across the ground face first, the back end of the wristblades digging into the floor, stopping the predalien just 3 feet in front of Black Warrior.

Nothing moved on the predalien, but through his old and beaten mask BW could tell the fight was not yet over.

Listening closely Black Warrior heard a loud clanking thud, and a piercing screech. The smell of acid leaked through the door behind, and Bw knew that his friend had defeated the hardmeat...

When Malus finally came to, everything was silent. There was no-one around in the room that he'd been knocked out of, nor in the hallway he found himself slumped it. Blinking a few times and opening his mechanical blue eyes, he looked around, scanning the area for anything that was living or breathing. He checked his motion tracker and scanned for life signs, hoping that he'd figure out where the others were, or failing that where the enemy was so that he could exact a little revenge on them.

Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. His eye upgrades and motion tracker was reading no life signs on the entire ship. Not even his own. Something was wrong, he could just feel it. Was his equipment damaged? Was everyone out of range? Was everyone dead? He certainly hoped the latter wasn't true. Same for the first. If his gear was destroyed, he was just as alone as if the others were dead. To test this theory, he tried his microbead radio headset. Nothing. No response at all. His electronics were all fried.

Swearing as he got to his feet, he ripped the useless headset from his head, and placed his signature visor in his pocket with gloved hands. He was also dismayed to find that his smartgun had also shat itself on him. Well. Isn't this my lucky day? He thought to himself as he brushed the dirt off of his fingers and wandered back into the room. No-one in sight. Malus silently drew his grenade launcher and edged towards the hole. Whew, long way down. Nothing was there that he could see, though.

He backed off from the hole, and looked around. Still nothing. He knew that he was sitting ducks if he stayed here, so he decided to get moving. He'd head towards the bridge. Yes. If he gained control of that, he'd be able to use the ship's sensors to find out what was going on. Where everyone was. He heard a inhuman scream of anguish coming from the other side of the ship, and nodded. The last of the Queen's children was dead. He knew she'd feel that loss like any mother would.

He'd deal with her later. First, he had other things to do. From what he had seen before, there must have been four Yautja surviving, including Shadowatching and the one that'd knocked him out. Mal was surprised to find that the bastard was nowhere to be seen. Was it cloaked? Waiting for him? Taunting him? He looked around, but his keen eyesight picked up nothing at all. He decided to fire an EMP grenade into the four corners of the room, just in case.

His gear was already fried, so it wouldn't affect him any. Nothing. The room was clear. He reloaded grimly and let the weapon hang from it's strap on his armoured back. He drew his Acid-Proofed Python .357 Magnum with his right hand, and his Xeno-bone Machete with his other. It was time to get to work. The bugs were gone. Now to concentrate on the greater threat.

The marines had numbers on thier side. Malus's policy of letting thier foes fight each other before swooping in for the kill had worked. He had Delta, Alouran, Fletcher, Kidd and Himself still alive. From reports, Vevlaa was MIA. Shame. He'd have to call in re-enforcements. If he got his comms back online. Which was unlikely, at best.

He headed back out into the hallway, and with his machete held at guard and his Magnum aimed in front of him, set off at a brisk jog. The quicker he got to the bridge, the better.

(I still have points to edit...I am working on this from little to absolutely no sleep... yes, you hard me, little to no sleep)

She standing behind Pv2 and L H, the blast knocked her forward in to Predatorv2's arm, bouncing off of his arm and on to the ground between the two. She didn't remember much; until, they reached the armory, the eyes blinked slowly with ragged breaths. shadowatching, (this is where, Pv2 comes in on my post) felt metallic below her stomach bending her in half. It almost felt like a rafter...since when was there a rafter and it was moving, was it moving? She moved a hand moving it down towards something that felt cloth like.

Shadowatching moaned softly, some of the words never heard melted in the great nothingness. She felt her body weaken going slack in that need of rest, hearing two (pv2 and LH) voices her senses and the ears feeling cottony even muffled, yet she can hear them but the words never was understood. Shadow forced herself to listen, to catch anything, but all she heard was "kill".

The hands on his (Pv2) back lightly as he grunted and listened again "Cetanu, get back here and fight like a woman damn you" She said before, catching her breath in her throat in shock of what was said and done. Before, she can even do anything something snagged her. Eyes going wide at the same time the mask reconfigured the outside world, her real sight was yet to be restored. Shadowatching shook her head, forcing the fogginess to recede back in to her mind, to clear her sight letting her see properly.

(HEY its DW's turn) Her hands pushed and pulled at the arm that held her. It wasn't right, this arm isn't any of the yautja's nor an hard-meat. The growls and snarls from her lips sounded exactly like a wild tiger. The eyes narrowed as she spoke out cussing and cursing at him. She felt so caged up, wanting to be free. She remembered her past because of it and it frustrated her to no end.

( part of a past) The memory of being shut in a cage for a few days; with no food, or water and so cold that one would freeze to death. She didn't want that, she didn't want the needles, she didn't want the cage she didn't want the feeling of straps on her arms making them useless to use. She snarled and growled, her twisting grew harder and more threaten to hurt herself as well as him.

(Its still DW) "No, no, no, no, no" She chanted the same word in yautja. The fingers dug in to his body only to be forced out and back. The acid lightly eating her skin alive as one would. Panting as she stood there watching him order her to take care of her wounds. 'WtH' she thought with a shake of her own head, mentally of course. THe hands searched for those objects to heal her body. The needle and liquid produced as she took it and placed it at her side. Her head leaned back and howled in pain as the back healed and left scars there still. "Damn it" She grunted, trying to escape with little to no scars was good enough for her.

( I was never told where DW was at...so i had to guess)
The body healed and was ready to go. she removed the skull of nikkie and place it on the ground in this room, she would clean it now. not going to be her best work, but she didn't want anything to cause her to fall or slip.

( Now, alone probably)
Shadow took the netting out and placed it next to her on the ground. Taking the knife and quickly with a few twists and turns took as much as she can off of the skull, it was still wet, but won't harm her later in the battle. She took the netting and opened it, placing the somewhat clean skull inside; she twisted her body and tied it on the belt there. She would deal with the rest later, for now; she must find her clan leader.
She moved her hands over her body searching for what she needed. A smaller empty pouch there on her other side, it wasn't necessary nor needed to be noted earlier as it wasn't important at the time. now, it is.

She reached the armory by none other then walking, even though the faint signals told her that the leader went the opposite direction. She would radio him once she was able to. She set a charge on each side of the door, incase it was forced open in, in any way, shape or form it would blow up on contacted touch. Shadow quickly ducked out and locked the door. her hand up on the helmet she turned it on quickly on one eye, just to see what has been done and whats been said "SHIT" She growled as she saw who it was. "Malus" She spoke loudly as her mind wondered as to why he was there....

shadow narrowed her eyes in to slits. 'I am not going back, hell f...., no she thought as she remembered who he, (malus) was. She remembered a man trying to claim her attention to gain that trust she never gave him. yet he acted like he did, boosted as how he can do anything with her. He regretted those words once she was out and was staring at him to death only to find out he acted like a coward; making it seem as if he was blind.

Radioing her clan as well as the Hunter moons "Malus is one sly coward, he uses long range and would try to lure you in to a trap, be careful of the coward" She spoke, both loudly outside "coward" sounded as she moved from the hole and down the path. She would protect him as he did her, respect, take a little give that same amount back and right now, she owed him her life. "Human Malus is not to be ignored. Another hybrid xeno" Her words sharp, remembering that acidic smell that wafted up from his body onto her hand.

She stopped and looked about before, turning a corner and hoping to see Pv2 or L H. Shadow looked about finding no one, she moved on again towards the next one, not yelling for them but she was moving now towards a vent.

Hearing a squawk near her, just as she reached a vent, shadow looked down and saw a radio of some kind. She pocketed it remembering exactly what it was.

Predator428 had begun the slow process of putting his body back to together. His multiple cuts and gashes had already been burned shut by his medical salve. The process was as painful as ever, especialy treatment of the torn flesh in his shoulder and side. Predator428 knew he would need surgery to repair the deep wounds, too much of the meat there had been lost during the brawl. His chest and arm still felt as if they were still burning, even though Waralien's acid had been wiped away long ago. Predator428 did not have enough salve to tend to his dissolved skin, he would just have to endure.

Predator428 grabbed a painkiller and a stimulant shot from his medicomp. The predator stabbed both needles in at once, sighing in relief as the drugs took their effect on him. With new found energy, the hunter brought himself to his feet. He was feeling much better, the only wound that worried him was his right arm. Predator428 had discovered that he could still use the appendage, the damage to his spine had not been as severe has he had thought. The predator still had some sense of feeling in the limb, but it would be awhile before it was back to normal.

Satisfied with his physical condition, Predator428 bent to retrieve his trophy from the previous battle. The neck stump had stopped bleeding, and the skull seemed to be in good condition. Predator428 would worry about cleaning the flesh later. The hunter simply strapped it to has back, he set on his way soon after.

Predator428 navigated himself through the pumping machinery, trying to relocate the place where he and Black Warrior had been seperated. After a few minutes of searching, Predator428 found another chamber. The space was completely ravaged, with many sections of the walls and deck dissolved or broken through. At the center of the deck, the massive body of a decapitated predalien lay on its belly. Black Warrior choose that moment to reveal himself, turning around a corner with his trophy in hand.

"Our path to the queen's chamber is clear", growled Predator428. "I suggest you contact our leader so he will be ready to seal the queen inside when we subdue her. We must hurry, before the rest of the hive comes to stop us!"

Alouran leaned against the wall holding her bandaged ribs, what or who had. Her memory was blurry but she knew she was on her feet and moving toward the drop ship or something. Her legs shook and her whole body ached. Reaching into her pocket and took out the MP3 player sticking one of the headphones in one of her ears and turned it on. If her mic still worked it would possibly be the thing it picked up other then her heavy breathing.

The loud blare of Flat on the Floor by (Psst, who is this by? XD) played in her ears and let her forget about the minuet pain the morphine coursing threw her veins couldn't stop from being picked up. Limping she had her gun hanging from the strap at her side holding it still so it wouldn't clink against her armor or busted up ribs. She tried to put as little weight as she could on her left leg that was full of torn tendons and ligaments but she had to walk to get anywhere unless she wanted to scoot on her ass like a dog with worms. Moving slowly she had to stop every few hundred yards to rest against he walls because by then she was so light headed she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face.

Looking up she saw something making it's way threw the halls, it was a group of Yajuta, she was so fucked if they noticed her. A dim childish hope of some kind of alliance or help welled up but the things that had been drilled into her head by the Marines made her purse her lips shut despite how much she wanted to see a friendly face. Alouran slid into an adjacent hall and turned her music off. Readying her guns she prayed the biggest gun was not damaged in the heavy fall from the explosion. This was the moment her body decided to give out, she sank to her knees wracked with weakness, leaning with her back against the wall she breathed as heavily as she dared. Reaching into her backpack she found a needle. Not the one she was looking for, searching again she found the one she wanted. Adrenaline, biting the cap off the needle she stabbed it into her leg biting back a yelp and forced herself to shove the plunger down.

Tilting her head toward the oncoming group of Yajuta it seemed they where busy talking. She stood up with a grunt and limped off down the adjacent hall. Her sensors read nothing at all but then again she could hardly see straight enough to turn her MP3 Player back on and hear "Bullet With A Name"

Malus wasn't there anymore. Xeuss sat down against the wall and breathed deeply. One thing about this half-xenomorph brain of his, it made pain go away much easier than a human one would. What to do now...?

There was no way to know where Malus had gone to, though he suspected he was trying to find Delta and Alouran, if they were still alive. He heard a door slide open and then slide back closed somewhere behind him. But not the door to the room he was in. The female hybrid he had dragged back there must have left. He took another deep breath still holding his side with his right hand, with the other stroking his white beard. The pain was almost gone, but he hadn't realized it yet. He still neede to kill the Queen if the hive was to survive...

Xeuss got back up, looked at the hallway and then at then back at the door one more time, then he took a long look at the hole in the middle of the room. There was a fact he thought a bit funny, even though it wasn't quite... funny. The body they had come to recover managed to survive Alouran's grenade, but then the predators came and completely dismembered it with that bomb. Not like it was any good without a head anyway.

He approached the hole, listening for any sounds coming from it that might indicate movement. Nothing. He looked down but couln't see much. He couldn't tell how deep it was, but it couldn't have been that deep since it was only one bomb. Still, it went at least three DEEP stories down. Some of the lights had been destroyed so not much could be made out of the bottom of the pit. He could see a lot of Yautja blood on one particular piece of metal that looked pretty long and sharp too. So what to do? He jumped in.

A long 3 seconds it took Xeuss to reach the floor of irregular rubble that awaited him at the end of the fall. He had jumped in trying to reach the first floor under him, but apparently he wasn't very good at that, because he barely missed the sharp edge that had apparently hurt the predator he had earlier kicked in. He hit the ground hard, landing on his left arm. He tried to roll over but there was someone else's body ebhind him, keeping him there. The pain in his ribs that had just left him was now back along with a pain in his throat that made him cough some blood.

Xeuss concentrate and blinked a few times, trying to determine how hurt he was. He tried getting up, but realized his left shoulder was dislocated. He grabed it softly with his right hand and then with a firm push put it back. A low pitched "AARRRGH" came out of him when doing so, after all, there was a lot of pain going through his flesh and bones at that exact time. His body was a bit twisted from the abdomen down, he was surprized his spine was still in one piece, so to speak. He turned to face down and looked to the left at the body that was right next to him. It was the body of PREDATORv2. It looked like his neck was snapped.

Again Xeuss tried to push himself up, but realized a new pain that he hadn't payed attention to yet. It felt like something was piercing through his upper right leg. "SHIT!" he shouted as he looked down to see what the matter was and he was amazed at how lucky, or unlucky he was, he couldn't tell at that moment. One of the blades in the predator's wristblades was sticking out right from between his muscles, the other merely managed to cut off some skin off the back side of his leg. He moved and grabbed his right leg with both hands and prepared to take remove it from the blades. As he slowly pulled it out, the pain got to him and he let out a loud screech of pain, like any xenomorph would.

Strange thing was, the Queen did the same almost at the same time - only it was not a screech of pain, but of anger - the alpha was dead. The hive was in danger of dying for her. Xeuss coughed more blood and swallowed it back as he was breathing heavily, looking at the new holes in his leg. That would certainly leave a scar with a great story to tell for his children when they would be old enaugh...

Children? What the hell was he thinking, he was a hybrid, no children for him. He checked if he still had his instrument though, and indeed if was still there. Xeuss thought of ripping a sleeve and wrapping around the wound, but it would have been useless since the acid would have eaten right through it. So he got up and started walking, checking for his weapons at the same time. His pulse rifle, his magnum and his hunting knife were right where they belonged, on the inside of his coat.

Limping down the hallway he followed a trail of blood with his now reloaded M41A1 in his hand. Two trails actually. One barely noticeble, but he was certain both Delta and Alouran had managed to get out of there alive. Later on it looked they had split up where another hallway met with this one, but he continued to follow the trail going forward. A few more steps and he heard the beeping sound of a motion tracked where the corridor once again split into two, one going to the right, the other forward. And indeed there she was. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen, calling for him to help her.

No. Wait. That was just a hallucination from the combination of pain, a bump on his head when he fell, and the continuous blabbing of the queen somewhere on another level of this damn clanship he was now stuck on. In stead what he was looking at was a patrol of predators coming at him from the far end of the corridor. He jumped to his left and got down on the floor, hoping the predators were going after his screech back where the hallway was collapsed and that they were using the xenomorph specific vision. He waited for the to come and turn the other way.

Once they were out of sight Xeuss got back up and continued his lipy walk in the direction the preds had come from. As he suspected, when he approached an adject hall, the sound of the motion tracker was heard once again. One of the marines was bound to be there He hoped Delta, or maybe even Malus, but in stead... He grabbed the hand holding a gun and pointed it away from himself and at the same time put his left palm on Alouan's mouth to stop her from making any unnecessary noise that could alert the patrol of predators.

"It's just me he said." Then completely ignoring any smart-ass offensive or defensive comments the girl would use against him, turned to look at the corridor he had come from and started talking about what he cared for most.

"The alpha is dead. They need me now more then ever. We must kill the queen or the preds will take control of the ship. The queen is a bit higher than we are i believe, so we'll have to find a way up. Neither of us is in a good enaugh shape to climb through any vents right now, so we'll have to find stairs, or a lift or something. But we..." One thing he couldn't ignore was the music coming from the girl's MP3 player that he could hear clearly in the silent hallway. With a single move he snatched the darn thing and smashed it to pieces in his fist.

"This is war we're in, here! War! This is where people kill eachother! Here you kill people, here you pay attention, here you don't listen to music while someone is kicking your little ass! Because that's what's gonna happen if you don't concentrate on what you need to." Then letting go of the useless piece - well, pieces now - of plastic asked... "Where'd Delta go? And do you know anything of Malus?"