Cletic came outside to hear that concrete had found something?All he heard was a ohh shit but he found out that it was a unstable source of energy but not the source he went to the points where concrete was but it looks like he went into a cave.
"Flamin cold,why cant they put it on warm planet"But cletic soon realised that a creature was watching him.It was large black eyes and walked on four legs.
"The energy cletic stood behind it but stepped forward a bit and the creature lunged at him with his mouth.Cletic jumped to the side and ran behind a rock.
"why dosent the damn thing explode"Cletic looked up and saw the creature had swolled it whole suddenly it started screeching then splat.It exploded the blood of the creature was yellow.Cletic walked a few kilometres and knew he was going the wrong way but soon looked at a moutain sized temple with xenomorphs swarming it it was surrounded by large reptiles that had tried to kill him earlier he then took a 3D holographic off how it was,you could enter iit by stream but that had large canivore like fish you could go by tunnel which concrete went by but that was booby trapped or you could approch it on foot or sky each way it was guarded.Cletic sent a transmission to his clan ship that he had located the source.As cletic turned back to the pyramid smiling something had wiped the grin off his face,humans,they already approaching it and putting up weaponry.cletic recived a transmission saying that Hunters Moon and Balatu is coming and also told him not to go in.cletic ativated his cloak and waited staying out off site.

A storm was brewing high in the tainted green atmosphere of the unnamed planet. Swirling black vortexes of dark clouds were slowly engulfing its surface, blocking out the already drained light of the red giant that held the planet in its orbit. Dusk had begun to set in on this side of the world, one that housed the sight of a great temple that had stood for more than a hundred millennium.

The structure consisted of a large dome, with a ring of immensely tall towers circling it. The ribbed construction had been built into the side of a medium sized mountain range, its dark grey complection casting a menacing shadow over the temple. Creatures were taking shelter in this shadow as they prepared to explore the construct, like vermin invading a store of food owned by something much grander then they.

Predator428 watched from a far plateau, observing the beings from a safe location. His armor's active camoflauge was online, ensuring his presence would not be detected by the creatures bellow. Predator428 was fully equipt, dressed in complete combat armor and his personal weaponry. His death's head of a mask was locked in place, concealing the fearsome hunter's visage underneath.

His reason for being here was a communication transmition sent by his clanmates on a distant outpost. A hunting party of six had raided a human research center and slaughtered the occupants, claiming many trophies from the station's security force. While searching the facilities data banks, the yautja discovered a startling report. One of their scouting parties had located the presence of an alien construct, one built by the legendary "Space Jockeys".

Predator428's race had discovered their existence almost three thousand years earlier, during some of their first exploratory trips into the depths of space. Weither the mighty beings were extinct or in an unknown part of the galaxy, their remains had been an amazing find for the yautja. Their technology had been reverse engineered, used to help develop his race's technology to the efficiently that it held today. And now it seemed that the human's had made the same discovery.

Only a small hunting party consisting of warriors from both Hunter's Moon and Balatu had immediately been informed. Hunters from their clan had discovered this information, so it would be their duty to do what needed to be done. Humans could not be allowed access to Space Jockey technology. Their place in the universe was that of prey for the yautja, nothing more. If the equipment at this facility were to ever be brought back to the human's, they would become much more than simple prey. It was in the best interest of The Natural Order to keep these human's in their place.

And so, Predator428 had traveled here, using a craft suitable for one to eight crew. Its inhabitants had left the ship in pods, leaving it in high orbit around the planet. Predator428 held a direct link to the unit through his helmet and wrist gauntlet, with the ability of full remote control to aid him during the hunt and to grant him escape from this desolate rock.

Predator428 activated his mask's ocular magnification device, zooming in close to observe the humans as they scurried about. They showed up as bright red and yellow against the faint blue of the background, with equipment showing up as a staticy grey. They were obviously soldiers, prominently displaying full armor and an assortment of weaponry. Automated sentry guns and motion tracking devices were set up around the main entrance of the alien facility. A dropship was currently flying into the site, lowering its ramp to deploy an APC fighting vehicle.

The hunter cackled in the back of his throat. This would be interesting.

Anita stared at the box that was sitting on a pedestal in
front of them. She studied it, trying to figure out just what the hell it would
do. she walked around it before coming to stand just a little behind her
commander. She grinned as his Australian accent reached her ears. “I
don't get it. How is this friggin box going to win the war for us?â€Â
She took a few more steps so she was standing next to him and shrugged.  Ã¢â‚¬Å“Honestly?
No damn idea. Maybe we're supposed to hit them with it.†she joked.

 

She rolled her eyes at his reply. “All good here.â€Â
She went back to staring at the thing, ignoring everyone else, when she was
blinded by lights. She quickly blinked the white blotches from her eyes as they
adjusted to the change. She caught a guy…carmine she thought his name was, bash
the things face in. “well that is one ugly creature, could be mistaken for
Kidd eight years ago†She muttered, nudging the unknown with her foot.

She felt eyes on her and looked up at Malus as he started
giving out orders and shook her head as he told her she was with him. “right.â€Â
She followed him silent, as he began walking off. Being the Rookie, it only
stood to reason that he’d want to keep an eye on her. She rolled her eyes. She
was no rook, she had seen her fair share of fights, when working for AD but she
understood the rankings well enough to keep her mouth shut. Besides this way,
there was less responsibility, less to have to think and worry about. She was a
grunt, plain and simple, a dog to who ever commanded her respect at the moment,
and to who ever paid, and she preferred it that way.

 

She glanced around, her head never turning but rather using
peripheral vision, as they walked through the tunnel. Most emotion still blocked
off. To feel in the midst of what could turn into, and most likely would, a
battle zone meant death and she wouldn’t make the same rooky mistake so many
others had. She took a moment to process what Malus was saying and shrugged. she
brushed a hand through her red streaked black hair stared up at the ceiling and
sighed. “It’s better than working for the government…I’ve got money, and
these people seem to be just as blood lusting as us…that’s good.†She looked
back down. “Haven’t met a group so well trained since…†she trailed off.
“the government sucks. this works with my nature much better than
working for those goody, save 'em all first, take as few casualties as possible
idiots"

 

Her jade eyes peered off into the distance for a brief
second, she opened up her other senses so as to not be caught off guard, as she
remembered her fallen family, those who had been part of her squad when her
father died and Malus had taken over their training. She sighed again. enough of
this. Now was not the time to get lost in the past and in her depression. There
would be plenty of time after the mission. Her green eyes grew to that shade
that had earned her the nick name Jade, hardened and focused once again. “how
bout you sir? How do you feel about it? the missions sure are more….interesting.â€Â

i took my ship and fired a missle at the door of the tunnel. i got out on the side of my ship and jumped down wile the marines fired at me. i pulled out my mauls and slashed up the middel of to of them and turned to slash one in half. i ran into the tunnel ad threw a granade back to cover me. i swear i saw kidd out thair. anyway i walked down the tunnel as a light was flickering because of the energy scource.

i heard water driping from a lose valve and i heard the odd voice now and then. m mask system was failing... so i turned it off. i was now neerly blind but i could see enuf to get around. i took my maul and got into defencive position. it wasnt the energy scource messing with my mask... it was a high focused radio frequency. one a earthdog would scream at. i had to find that radio.

Gant didn't know what was going on.
They were captured by an alien race which weren't the Preds (for once) and then dropped onto this desolite planet, But why?
He thought it best to be prpared and find out if anything else was on this planet, Gaunt headed of into a dence jungle escorted by two drones and a runner, If their spieces was going to survive they had to learn.
After ten minutes of walking they stopped, It was clear now that this jungle was going to take a long time to get threw.
As Gaunt looked around a drone of his suddenly screamed in pain, He turned to see it was being attacked by a creature, A creature that he didn't recognise.
Gaunt, Followed by the other drone and runner attacked the creature, They wacked it off the drone and the runner slashed it's throut with it's tail.
Gaunt looked at the withering drone lying on the ground, It had been badly damaged by that attack and was barely alive.
He turned to inspect the creature, He glanced at it and growled orders to his brothers ' Runner pick up the creatures body and take it back to Firehunter and the others, Drone take our wounded brother and take him back to Firehunter as well, We must show him this find as it may prove critical information in our Hives situation, Come brothers back threw the jungle, As quickly as you can '. Gaunt ran, back the way he had come with his brothers and the very thing they needed to survive on this planet, However if that creature was part of the native inhabitance, Would they be able to take them.

Carmine looked around for a moment, cycling through the new modes that he had in his Heads-up Display. The dropship's waypoint was lit up in red, a large arrow to mark the way. "Yes, well. We figured the roaming charges would be murder," he said briefly, almost wondering where he'd picked up the phrase. He was enjoying a more thorough range of vision, courtesy of a Yautja whose face he'd turned to mush under his armored boot. He'd managed to salvage too much from that corpse, actually.

He holstered the weapon that had now become his favorite, his customized grenade launcher, in the makshift holster that hung from his survival pack. He'd succeeded in using it constantly the last mission, ripping enemies to shreds with it, and savingh everyone from an explosion with it. How ironic. This time, though, he'd fixed a sickle-like blade to the end of it for... Close range encounters.

He took a good hold on the lift, and began pushing it back toward the room with the device. Whatever the hell it was, it had better be important, or he'd personally show the person who "misinformed" them his sadistic side as he tore them limb from limb. That'd be unfortunate. Luckily, if the case was that this thing was useless, they wouldn't be here. But still, one had to wonder, right?

As he dragged the lift through the massive hole in the ruins, he couldn't help but take a look around at his surroundings. What the hell was this shit? It was like some kind of black... Resin-ish shit. He stopped in his tracks and ran his gloved hand across a wall, taking in the texture. It was hard to make out, but the stuff felt like... It felt like an odd combination between flesh and metal.

He frowned behind his mask, deciding he recognized the shit to be metal encased in Xenomorph resin. He didn't like the feel of it at all, but he hadn't got the chance to encounter it last time, since he never made it into a Xeno nest. Damn grubs shit all over the place... No respect for other people's property.

He continued wheeling the thing back to the box, almost certain he'd heard something off in the distance. But, it wasn't close enough to be certain, so he didn't concern himself with it. He'd be worried when something came up on his motion tracker. And even then, he carried enough lethal weapons to the point where he could probably take on a tank. He'd rather not try, though. Too much of an unexact science.

He was bored, for sure. Last mission, he'd succeeded in destroying... Pretty much everything he came into contact with. Buildings, roads, sewers, and even enemies. He was the man who'd decided he wanted to exterminate the extraterrestrial races by any means necessary. He could care less about a box. He was in it for his vengeance, and fo the killing. He decided decapitation was a hobby, not a job. But, if the thing would help them exterminate them all, then he would be patient.

He stopped the lift as he reached the room again, looking around at the now-familiar faces. He shrugged briefly, staring at the box again. "My question is... How does a box hold the key to victory? We've got a giant ship stationed somewhere, with more than enough armaments to turn a city into a smoldering crater that can't get us a win alone... But this box can?"

Carmine was very blunt, and spoke his mind when he felt it necessary. This... Seemed necessary. A lot of things were alien to him, but this was just... Weird. Then he remembered part of a story he'd been told as a kid. Some Greek idiot with a box with the power to unleash chaos upon the world.

"It's Pandora's box."

James 'Delta-boy' Harland sat in the lower left hand side seat of the UD-4L Cheyenne formally known as 'Co-pilot' or 'Weapons Officer'. He prefered the last term but, he was infantry all the way, not some sky train boy. He took control once again, tracking current objects and timidly hovering the bird for a period of a couple of minutes. Vevlaa took control again. "Lets just hope you dont get hit, eh pal?"

Delta stood up and streched himself. "Going for a bit of air". Shouting to Vev. Trundling down the ramp in his full combat armour. His new and improved M2 shun gleefully in the darkness surronded only by the pal complexion of Moon overhead. Swapping his ACU camo for Irish DPM camo, and his M2( Dont belive me check USCMCRPG) armours colour to a metallic black. Unlike the other WY personnel who wore the standard M3, the M was more robust and lighter, yet it sacrificed some protection for it. A good trade off in Deltas eyes.



The rigid vest that covered the chest, back, and abdomen. The shoulder armor also mounts onto the vest. Included in the vest are biomonitors, for reading lifesigns, and a mounting on the backplate for a halogen personal lamp, and Leg armor, which is two clamshells (1 per leg) that cover from the ankle to the knee. Included is the M10 combat helmet, But Delta opt'ed for his own signature one. A full faced helmet with a reinforced ballistic visor with a HUD and a blue coloured eye pict.

Delta gazed at the distant hills that surronded them inside this well established but monster ridden research base. He wondered if this would be their last mission.

The rattling and the smashing echoed around Saysell inside his pod, the noise was deafening. Saysell could only just hear himself think. What a stupid idea this had been, the worst part was he had bloody volunteered!
"Idiot, who the hell volunteers to do such a stupid thing like this?" He questioned himself, not that it mattered the chaos of his drop pod was far too much for him to be heard even by his own near perfect hearing. Although this blessing was becoming a curse right now, his xenomorph heightened senses made this drop a hell of a lot worse than any during his time as a marine. The sounds where amplified, the smell of the atmosphere was intoxicating and he felt every vibration in the air as he cut through it towards the waiting and inviting ground below.
Bracing himself for the impending impact Saysell began to go over his mission in his mind.

-reach the source of the signal the Melanie had received, by any mean necessary
-If the source is of any importance to the Melanie secure at least a portion of it, by any means necessary
-Stay alive long enough to get the first to objectives done

Then it came the sudden smash of metal into stone, the landing pod gave out a thunderous cry as it split and shattered on the ground below. He had misinterpreted his landing patch, instead of soft ground Saysell had hit a rocky outcrop with disastrous consequence. His pod with all his supplies and equipment had smash and most of his equipment was lost. All he had was his combat armour side arm knives all of which he had had on his person at the time of impact and the shotgun given to him by Xeuss the day he took down the queen mother in the cavern. The shotgun barley mattered anyhow, most of the ammo had been sent skimming off the rock face with the rest of the equipment. All he had where eight rounds, just enough to fill the weapon once.

Regaining his composer Saysell gathered his surroundings and lay there on his back for some time before completely gathering himself together and rising to his feet.
"Well aint this just dandy!" He yelled off the side of the rock face. Gathering the few supplies he had left Saysell began to clamber upwards, this came relatively easy to him. His hands clambering for holes and cracks in the rock face and his feet looking for stability. Inside his own head thoughts raced, at least he was relatively unharmed, just a few cut and bruises nothing serious and he liked a challenge. On a foreign world with no known allies sent on a mission he had virtually no chance of completing.

Saysell smiled this was his idea of fun. His hands finally reached the top of the rock face, as he pulled himself up onto the grassy edge he chuckled at just how lucky he was. Finally pulling himself to his feet he sniffed the air for any scent of humans, after all his maps and tracking systems had been lost in the crash. After picking up a faintly recognisable scent he set off on a walk that may have been a lifetime long.

As i looked around trying to make out what was in this dark tunnel i turned to see a alien with my mask conrols in its mouth. why dident it destroy it i dont know but i need that thing back. i grabed my maul and charged at th xeno slashing across its chest and digging my wrist blades up its chin. i took my helmet conrtols and straped it on. what the fuck is going on in this place

Off topic:

OK Celtic_elder, If you are new here I suggest you read the rules in the forums, They explain everything, How you can play etc.
Also whenever you need to ask a question please put it in the disscution topic, Not in the RPG.
If you have any more questions put them in the disscution topic and people will help you out.

(CRASH) Celtic elder opens the pod taking his first steps on the unknown plant. "great" he thought. the pod landed off course. He had just joined the clan and was sent to regroup with his clan members. Eager to fight he could only think one thing, "how the hell do find them here!?". he then runs for several miles till he reaches the target area. he scans the terrain and spots a dozen reptile like creatures creeping in the darkness. A human is running for dear life when one jumps on him and rips him apart. the rest join in to feed on the carcus. obviously now would be a bad time for elder to be alone looking for a fight. three things come to mind quickly, CLOAK, EVADE, REGROUP. Before hes ready he remembers that when scanning the area there was no sign of explosions. THEYRE ALL STILL ALIVE. He then sets off to find his brethren hoping he finds them sooner than later.

Vevlaa decided to join Delta on the outside. “See anything?“ he asked. While he awaited a reply, a alarm sounded, and a turret started firing. “Contact!†he yelled out and started running towards the Turret. His helmet HUD clearly displayed the location, and a group of marines quickly joined him.

The HUD confirmed that a target had been killed by the turret, and Vevlaa stopped running. “Be careful, there may be more out there†he said to the others and raised his M41F to his ready stance. Slowly approaching the turret, he broke a sweat.†What could it be?†he thought. “Xenomorph?, other humans? Hell, even a Predator..?†His mind browsed through different scenarios, and solutions to each one.

While passing by the turret, he noticed some smoke rising from the turret’s pipe. He checked his HUD, and confirmed the distance to the target. “Alright, the target is approximately 100meters out†he said, and started moving towards it. His mind now on high alert, he walked slowly towards a red arrow made by his HUD. He loved his new helmet. With its HUD, and built-in motion tracker, he was sure to find any enemy before they could find him, and even when he piloted the ‘Waffle’ it would display the flight data to help him…

As the group approached a bush where the target was taken down, he raised his hand, ordering the marines to hold position and cover him. He slowly moved towards the bush. When he was close enough, he gently pushed the bushes aside reviling the kill….

“WHAT THA HELL†He yelled out â€ÂWho the fuck programmed that turret?†Vevlaa shouldered his weapon and pulled away the bush, revealing to the men a rat-like creature, the size of a small bottle….
“All clear, returning to LZ…… and someone for fucks sake check the turrets and make sure that they don’t target creatures this small….

Minutes later he was back in the Waffle.

Stone Heart sighed and said as he followed Cletic, "I don't think Lone Hunter is coming, looks like I'll have to be in charge till he gets here" and with that he sits next him, waiting for the moment to give the signal.

After hours of creeping around celtic started to think that he might have to do this on his own. he turns a corner an finds a hallway full of holes. it looked like acid was sprayed everywhere and it was still steaming. there had been some kind of fight here. a big fight. once again he thinks the same thing CLOAK, EVADE, AND REGROUP.

The transferrence of the box from the pedestal to the lift took all of about five minutes. The thing was only about the size of a cardboard box anyway. But it was... A lot heavier than it looked. It probably weighed about four times Carmine's survival pack.

The hard part was getting the thing secured to the lift.

Carmine gave a heavy sigh behind his helmet, which was more than audible, even through the strong metal. He was continuing to become even more bored. Escourting a box across a couple miles of wide, open terrain wasn't exactly his idea of exciting. He was just glad he'd get to bash a few fuglies in the process.

He turned his heavy grenade launcher over in his hands for a moment, noting the thing he'd etched into it before the first mission. It was a simple word. Boom. But, it was the most accurate description he could think of. He just hoped he'd get to use the thing again. It was fun.

Explosives in general were fun to him.

He began to push the lift back toward the large hole in the side of the ruins. The thing was heavy like a motherfucker. But, the good news was that it wouldn't take too long to get the thing back to the Waffle. And yet...

He had a bad feeling about the whole thing. He felt threatened for some reason.

He needed to make sure he took out as many fuckers as he could. He'd need some kind of backup for that, or something. But, he was pretty sure he'd have that, so it was no longer a problem. He'd made his targets, and he'd take them out by any means necessary.

As he pushed the lift back through the hole in the wall, he watched as his HUD lit up immediately with the arrow pointing to the dropship, as well as the remaining distance to close between him and the dropship.

He stopped for a moment, and lifted his right index and middle fingers to the side of his head, activating his radio... Which was now built into his helmet so that assholes couldn't rip it out anymore. He took in a deep breath, and changed it to contact Vevlaa again. "Okay, Vev. I'm comin' home with the device," he said briefly, then gave another sigh.

"Alright. Let's do this."

Cletic looked a stoneheart.
"must be somehing thats stoppping him from coming"cletic said but he now knew why his leader xeno_slayer didnt come,he was going on a hunt but it must have been very important.But then he saw one of the turrets fire and kill something then a soldier walked over and looked at it and went away.
"i need to get all my weapons i'll be back soon"cletic cloaked and ran to his clan ship and grabbed his weaponry but he may ask if anyone wants to come with them.
"I have found the temple anyone who wants to come,come anyone who wanst to stay,stay?"cletic waited for an answer.

Movement from the construct's entrance caught the attention of Predator428 as he continued to survey the sight bellow. The hunter increased his goggle magnification on the massive archway that rose above the temmple's main doorway. Predator428 spotted a lone figure exiting the construct, one clad in a fully sealed combat suit.

The hunter had never seen an armor configuration of this type ever being used by the humans. The armor appeared to be made up of a series of dark plates attached to a close fitting body suit. In addition, a blunt helmet with a T-shaped visor enclosed the soldier's head. Small lights and other contraptions adorned the metal surface, most notably in the gauntlets. The machinery of these gauntlets intruiged Predator428, for their desgin was tantilizingly familiar. Predator428 switched his mask's vision modes to try and get some form of data input from the armor. That's when he noticed it.

A mid-sized, nondescript container, its hardened surface covered with a series of ribbed designs and small bulbs. The technical readout on Predator428's goggles had confirmed his suspicions, showing an amazingly large amount of power being manufactured in the small box. It was a Space Jockey generator. And the humans were about to load it onto their ship.

Predator428 ran through his options as fast as he could think, trying to think of a way to stop these fools before they could steal the generator. His instincts told him to simply charge them down and slaughter them one at a time. To tear them apart limb by limb and shower the landscape with their mangled flesh. Unfortunatly, their sheer numbers and multitude of defensive devices prevented him from taking a course of action like that by himself. Predator428 cursed the imbeciles of Hunter's Moon. Even if they were a ragged bunch of Unblooded and Young Bloods, he could have still used them as a distraction. But the fools had landed a distance away, going to a series of caves in some misguided attempt at a strategy. No, Predator428 would have to take care of this himself.

There was only one option available to stop the human from loading the generator onto the ship. Predator428 sat back on his haunches and activated his wrist gauntlet. The hunter called up his comm unit and established a remote connection with his orbiting craft. He sent the appropriate ranging data and overrid the safety locks.

High above the stormy atmosphere of the planet, the yautja craft fired its directional rockets, bringing it into the correct position above the landscape. The craft's main weapon, a ship based electro-magnetic pulse cannon, discharged its round towards the planet's surface. The seething ball of energy streaked downwards, scoring a direct hit on its target. The human dropship.

Stone Heart nods at Celtic and watches him run off. He stands up and cloaks himself, before running inside. He always carries around all of his weapons. He runs inside and follows a signal from another Predator, the signal not enough to tell him which clan it's form, or if it's a bad blood or not. The massise Yautja runs to the signal, soon reaching it.

Stone Heart slows down, finally stopping behind a Predator and a lot of humans, apparently loading the power source he was looking for. He mumbles something and jumps down, he lands to the right of the Predator. Stone Heart looks to his left and down, his 9 foot height making it so he had to look down. Stone Heart then scans the other Predator.

Stone Heart growls this to the other Predator, "Who are you, and why do you look familar? I am Stone Heart, blooded hunter of Hunter's Moon". Stone Heart then looks and waits.

cletic heres no comments from any member ine the clan so he runs back to where he stone was but he heard a growl and stone challenging another yautja cletic sees the other yautja and knew who he was.
"stone back down,he is a warrior from balatu,we were called here to stop humans getting this technology not to start fights with other clans".cletic needed a way to get into the temple without being seen and being caught on the motion sensers.The tunnels were the only option left he thought there were many tunnels but he just went into a random one knowing that one will lead into the temple.

cletic put his hand on a wall but a birck had slid in opening a door cletic had a choice wait for stone or go inside and wait for stone.Cletic stepped inside the temple and looked around and cloaked but his cloak started flickering he had steped in a puddle.

Stone Heart gets the message and says, "Follow me or die here" and he cloaks himself, running after Cletic, he stops and growls "I'm not sure if he's coming or not" and looks down to be eye level with the other Predator. He looked behind him, now waiting for the Baluta warrior to come.

(Cletic, you know a blooded hunter is higher in rank then a blooded warrior)