FireHunter's head snapped upwards, another explosion had sounded, and the fresh scent of yautja blood flooded his scent sensors. He grinned as well as a xenomorph could, his mandibles stretched, he knew that wherever a fight was, an injured straggler was sure to follow. He saw a section of a distant building crumble, and he spotted far away movement, he ran towards the distant movement, knowing that he'd follow it, stalk it, and hopefully kill it. His muscles rippled with the force of each heavy, thudding footstep, his tail flicked out like a deadly whip to each side as he ran, his slithery coating of slime slid onto the ground, he continued his run, not changing paths as the object stopped moving.
He was hunting Carmine.

Vevlaa looked around. Things were quiet. Too quiet. †What’s taking so long with the defense system?†he asked the men working on a nearby turret. Just a second later, A sound that Vevlaa would remember forever sounded throughout the camp. The sound of a awakening Defense system rebooting! â€ÂHELL YES!â€Â

Then another sound followed. A Explosion. This was bad. Then a marine walked up to Vevlaa holding up his radio. “Sir, Carmine reported in. He said he will need medical evac ASAP.†Vevlaa nodded and took the radio. Delta, this is Vevlaa, Use the APC, and get inside the building to retrieve Carmine ASAP. Blast through the wall if you have to… There is a reason why we mounted the Dasycutter to it.

(sorry for shortness, little time atm)

Predator428 sat from his vantage point above the fierce battle that had just taken place. The sounds of explosions echoing through the corridors had drawn him here, eager to find their source. The hunter had come across the hunter Stone Heart locked in combat with the human he had spotted earlier outside the temple. And so, Predator428 had climbed into the support structures that made up the ceiling of the room, watching with interest as the two warriors fought to the death. The human had surprised him.

Stone Heart's death was not a grave impact on the hunter's goal, merely an expected part of any hunt. If this Young Blood had not been able to survive against a simple soldier, then he was not worthy to stand as a hunter of the yautja. Besides, there were always more Unblooded ready to fill the ranks, hundreds of them were always springing up from the Homeworld, eager to risk their lives in pursuit of trophies and honor. Most didn't make it, a fact that Predator428 was very appreciative of.

Predator428 continued to observe the brawl's victor as he sat down in a corner, minutes after desecrating the corpse of the dead yautja. What troubled Predator428 was the actions that the soldier had taken after surviving his encounter.
The human had taken something from the body, before beheading and destroying the corpse. The hunter activated his technological scanners and focused in on the soldier, trying to find whatever he had taken. What the hunter found stunned and enraged him.

The conniving little rodent was using yautja technology. A plasma cannon, a speargun, a cloaking device incorporated into his armor, and all these objects taken from the body of the Hunter's Moon clan leader! The human had even scavenged the weapons of Stone Heart, sealing the fate of his own destruction. As much as Predator428 valued a true and honorable fight, this human would die now. Any chance at honor this creature held had now since evaporated, gone after the vermin had defiled the remains of two of his fellow hunters.

The small room gave a shake as Predator428 jumped from this vantage point, its hollow desgin greatly transfereing the echos. Predator428 absorbed the shock within his powerful knees. The hunter drew his short sword with his left hand and ejected his wristblades in his right, pointing the blade at his intended target as he let out a low roar. He hoped this creature begged for its life when he neared the kill, Predator428 could enjoy a laugh.

He dropped the deivce off. Static burped in his ear and a message scrolled itself at the bottom of his HUD.
From what he had heard, Carmine had taken down another Pred, Delta was given the order to retrieve him. Even from Delta's distance from the temple, he'd heard every sound of the explosion. And was a probable haven for all Predator's and Xeno's in the area. Them snake-like bastards had sound like no other, they'd probably be able to hear a pin drop on a crowded city street.

And the tank's would be lurking in shadows for honour from who ever killed their comrade. They where out of look but. A smile stitched across Delta's etched features. Homing in on Carmines position through his NAV marker, a Blue triangle ran through his field of view. The APC neared his positionand he pulled the massive vechile to a stop.

"Delta in position over, entering temple now". He calmly told Vev. Pulling himself up from the driver seat and hovering over to the APC's considerable, but small armoury.
Clipping HE grenades, his usual thermite phosphorous grenades, the Czech made RG34's which exploded on contact. Picking up his M41A2 10mm Hollow Round, his custom Desert Eagle & his Ka-Bar knife, the luxury prize of Alien-Drone's Xeno bone shard knife rested on his breast sheat cover.

Pulling the heavy door back, he moved out and into the temple, he didn't have to move to far to see Carmine, lying sprawled out on a bulkhead.
Delta considered medical assistance, but dismissed it. This was a combat zone and didn't have enough time to stabilize the wounds, and with no one watching his back? Sucicide. Carmines eyes opened.
"Carmine, It's Delta, where getting the hell out of here know, but I need you to cover our ass's while we extract". Delta handed Carmine one of his Desert Eagle's in his good hand, he lifted the soldier on his shoulder in what was commonly called a 'Fireman lift'. Delta wasn't big himself, reeling in at 5'10, but could lift with some effort the 5'6 height man.

Delta made his way toward the entrance.

Darman Carmine thought he was fucked this time, for sure.

Carmine had just finished tying the dreadlocks of the Yautja's head to his belt, when the massive Yautja dropped from a position that Carmine honestly had no idea about, and was now pointing its wristblades right at him. He didn't know what he was going to do... There was no way that he was going to be capable of fighting back when he was starting to bleed to death, and had none of his major weapons with him.

He hardly even had the energy to get up, let alone fight.

He knew what the thing wanted. It knew what he'd done. It saw him take the weaponry and literally desecrate the corpse... But, in reality, he was just following standard military protocol, to see if the bodies had anything valuable. These, to him, were valuable, so he took them. But, he'd been warned that Yauta would target him if he took it... So, that was his problem.

He was almost submissive to the fate that this Yautja was wishing to bestow upon him... But instead, he smiled, closing his eyes. He almost laughed. Because his HUD gave him some clarity as to what fate he'd get today... There was a bright blue arrow on the other side of the door, which upon being reeled open? Revealed Delta.

When Delta had come in, his eyes opened once again. The man probably had no idea that the Yautja was standing right there, and he had hardly the breath to tell him. He pointed for a brief second at the huge Yautja, but was then handed the Desert Eagle, and was told to cover their backs whilst they got the fuck out of there.

That was something he'd comply to.

Running for his life wasn't his style. Not by far.

But, he'd take living to fight another day over his head being on somebody else's wall.

Finally he found the words. "Big hostile..." he said quietly, taking a few shots at the thing. They were already moving out of the place back to the APC, but he needed to at least slow the fucker down. One shot bounced off the large target's chest plating, the other hitting it right in the kneecap... And Desert Eagles weren't exactly weak.

The Yautja was coming after them, but it was a bit late. They'd already hit the APC. Ohhh, I hope this thing's got some kind of missiles or something to use... They'd need to get the fuck out of there quickly, or that thing'd definitely tear them up.

Carmine didn't have any intentions of letting the thing kill either of them.

The APC took off what seemed like a mere second after getting into it, seeing as haste was needed in order to make sure the angry enemies didn't rip them a new one. Carmine had sat down in one of the seats and secured himself with his remaining arm, then proceeded to unbuckle his crustacean-esque segmented armor, which seemed to immediately clatter to the floor upon doing such.

He then peeled back the greatcoat off his torso-- A task that wasn't hard, considering he didn't exactly have to pull his arm through it-- And then unbuttoned the shirt section of his uniform, and did it the same way... After that, the wound was as clear as day. Amusingly, it was a rather clean cut, as opposed to a ragged one... Those discs were precise.

He was making his best attempt at single-handedly dressing it at the time, whilst desperately hoping that they had escaped the Yautja. It was nerve-wracking, but the expression never reached Carmine's face. Even if it had, his helmet fixed that problem rather well. They said that you became that which you hated most... Well, perhaps that explained why he looked so far from being human.

He just really hoped they were out of range.

kirby was comeing out of the forest and saw a large temple.
kirby could care less about anything less at the moment execpt for 1 thing, the smell in the air.
he couldent place what it was he just knew it was not of this planet.kirby went back to the foilage tocheck on CanniblaismX who was nowere to be found...

Cletic suddenly turned and ran towards where the fight had taken place.Stone was dead,killed by a normal solider,even though cletic knew that every things end had to come sooner or later.

cletic remembered what stone had said.Cletic turned to the dead yautja and lokked at him for weapons,all he found was stones glaive he placed it on his back and went into the temple looking around for a fight the humans had to flee but humans arent fools no matter how much damage is inflicted to humans they'll always fight back.Thats one reason why they were the yautjs prey.

Cletic knew that there werent many yautjas he scanned the temple and it's area,cletic knew that he needed some laser grid mines.

Predator428 raced through the series of narrow corridors, keeping his reptilian ears tuned to the sound of the thundering APC assault vehicle. His target human had been rescued by the contraption just as Predator428 had jumped down, allowing the soldier to try and make his escape. The hunter knew that he would never be able to catch the vehicle if he simply ran straight after it. So he had choosen to follow this particular set up smaller access hatches.

Since the APC was so large, it could only travel through the larger main corridor. It couldn't attempt to smash through any impeading walls without losing speed, and that would have allowed the pursuring hunter to attack. So, Predator428 had taken the paths that ran through the entire complex, intersecting with the larger hallways at multiple junctions. A junction that Predator428 quickly leapt into.

His senses had served him well. The APC was directly in his path, a mere 45 degree turn blocking his presence. Predator428 grabbed onto one of the many pipes that hung from the walls and lifted himself off the floor. Just in time. The armored vehicle sped around the turn, scrapping against the walls as the driver misanticipated the turn. The reduction in speed gave Predator428 all the time he needed.

The massive hunter let go of the piping and landed on the roof of the vehicle with a heavy thud, quickly dropping to his knees to allow his clawed hands to grab hold of the steel. Predator428 dropped to his belly and held on tight as the driver swerved from left to right in an attempt to sling him off. The hunter simply growled and activated his plasma cannon, turing the barrel to face backwards from his line of sight. The weapon fired, impacting the heavy gun turret located near the rear of the assault vechicle. The machinery was instantly turned into a flaming ruin, ensuring that Predator428 could not be harmed by the weapon.

With that out of this way, the hunter slowely crawled forward, making his way to the small window at the front of the APC. Predator428 poked his armored visage in view of the driver, spotting the armored helmet of a new soldier. Before the driver could react, Predator428 fired his plasma cannon. The bolt of energy blasted into the window and shattered the translucent material, showering the driver with molten scraps.

The hunter roared in fury as he reached into the cockpit, grabbing a chunk of the soldier's uniform in his mighty grip. Predator428 pulled with all his strenght, attempting to throw the driver out. The man's shoulder armor was too wide, allowing only his head to poke out. The hunter grunted in annoyance before pulling his fist back and slamming it into the human's head. The visor cracked and the metal of the outer rim bent inward, cutting a circular pattern into the human's face. Predator428 delivered another blow to his head, ensuring that the human was safely unconscious.

Being a fast moving vehicle, losing a driver had not put the APC into a very good position. The craft sharply swerved to the right, comming to a sudden and painful stop as it slammed into the corridor wall.

Predator428 moved quickly, dismounting the craft and running to the side door of the APC. The hunter fired his cannon a third time, destroying the locking mechanism on the door. The angry predator reached for the handle, throwing the door open with a swing of his arm.

"Vevlaa! We're fucked! The daisycutter's lost its armament, and Delta's out cold!" Carmine shouted into his radio. He knew this because the sensors in his HUD quickly verified that... He was not pleased... But the armory was right there. He had a small chance at survival... A very small chance...

There was a brief moment of silence, but Carmine was simply using his motion tracker to keep track of the Yautja. There was no way that he was going to die while trying to run, and neither would Delta. So, he'd prepared himself rather well.

When the Yautja threw open the door, Carmine was standing right on the other side, with a new weapon in hand, fresh from the arsenal...

A WY-102 Railgun.

He pulled the trigger of the massive rifle, really wishing it had no recoil... Sadly, he missed his mark due to not being capable of aiming correctly, the shot just barely missing the side of the Yautja's head, ripping through a few of its dreadlocks as he did so.

After that came the sound.

Carmine smiled for a moment, watching as the Yautja moved its head to its side in confusion and making sure it dodged the bullet. However, in the confusion, he lifted up one of his heavily armored feet... And brought it up into the Yautja's chin... Which was done so with such a force that the bio-helmet came right off, and the Yautja was knocked out of the APC.

Carmine then dropped another small, rectangular device outside the APC.

Another live bomb.

He then threw the railgun aside, shaking his head as proceeded to head into the cockpit of the APC, and shifted Delta to the other seat. Dammit, everything was going to shit... He then took the wheel of the APC, and backed it up so that they could move around this corner... He was pretty sure he heard a sickening crunch, but that was likely to just be some kind of debris.

Or the Yautja's leg.

He couldn't tell, and he didn't want to know.

He sent the thing straight through the now-weakened wall, and found that they ended up outside... He gave a bit of a chuckle to himself, then lifted the cylindrical device in his hand... And hit the detonator for the live bomb he'd dropped.

Behind him, the entrance he'd made disappeared.

He wasn't sure whether or not the Yautja was still there, but he was sure it'd probably found a way to get away.

The APC was now free from hostiles, and Carmine was a happy camper. They'd successfully avoided the hostile, and were now en route to the base. He would embrace any other time to fight, sure. But against something like that, when he was wounded? Not a chance. He'd sooner end his own life.

He wasn't quite sure how to drive an APC, but it ended up proving to be easier than expected. He could already see the base, because this thing had been kicked into high gear. So, the amusement for him today was that technically he'd still pulled off his objective: Defending the device. And he'd also pulled off a few side objectives, too.

He rolled the APC right into the base, through all the turrets... Thank god for IFFs. Of course, he failed to realize they were still offline due to the EMP, but he wouldn't take any chances when it came to that. He didn't waste a second in getting out of the driver's seat, and wrapping his one remaining arm around Delta to lift him up. It was a bit of an effort, all facts considered, but Carmine wasn't weak. He was small... But he was an animal, a monster.

And getting somebody a few steps out wasn't too hard.

He decided that he'd get his stuff out of the APC after this. Because he had already put his torso armor back on, and most of the shit he'd brought was in the survival pack... Only thing missing was the head, which he'd get later. He quickly brought both himself and Delta through the door... Neither of them were in bad shape, all facts considered. Carmine was feeling more than a little dizzy, though, and a bit numb at the same time. He'd need a goddamn synthetic arm from Vev this time around, so that he could keep fighting these fuckers.

"We're home, Vev... Device is in the APC, and...Delta and I... Are heading... Toward the dropship," he huffed out. He was hardly able to effectively talk now, having lost way too much blood. He needed to make sure he got everything he needed ASAP.

FireHunter reached the rock where his prey sat earlier, he could smell the burnt petrol, and he could hear the APC thundering away, he looked around the rock to see a yautja being thrown out of the vehicle. He ran after the vehicle, noting the bomb falling out of the side and explode, the wreckage was not seen clearly, so FireHunter wasn't sure of the damage. He ran through the smoke in more of a gallop than a run, he built up momentum of intense power, eventually being able to jump onto the moving vehicle. He jumped and nearly missed, clawing the back side open and reaching within the vehicle, tearing out equipment that resided in there.
Including a medical kit.
his grasping claws flailed about inside the vehicle, until FireHunter lost his grip.
He fell, rolling in the dirt, kicking up a monstrous cloud of dust and gouging the ground.
He wasn't bleeding, but his thick shell had numerous scratches on it, not deep enough to penetrate the armor.

Cletic needed to get back the stolen technology.Cletic cloaked and looked for the APCs tracks but later he had found the humans.Cletic queitly sat down and zoomed in to look.

There vessel was still damged but was being repaired.Cletic knew he couldnt just go in and kill everyone there,he needed to find an advantge.

Cletic had a thought but the only one he could think of was getting a creature or a bunch of xenomorphs to the dropship.Cletic went back to see a predator.

Cletic went up to him uncloaked.
"Are you looking for that humans that has stolen yautja technology? i do know a way but we need to find some xenomorphs or creatures"cletic waited for an answer.

*CALLING ALL PREDS* We have a problem.... thair is a new thing here and guess what... its a jockey.... PLEASE RESPOND its at the core and has a 845 class bomb and its ready to blow... now get over here... this is going to be close a explosion like this could destroy the solar system

Vevlaa saw the APC enter the base. It was a great relief for him, seeing that it contained the rest of the solders AND the device! And now the defense were working again!

Vevlaa noticed Carmine’s bleeding the moment he saw him. That was a serious wound he had!. â€ÂCarmine, why tha hell are you still on your feet?†he asked, as he ran towards him. A couple of solders with a stretcher followed him. Moments later, Carmine laid, strapped to the stretcher. â€ÂGet him inside, I will take a look at him soon†he said as he looked over at Delta.

Vevlaa took a quick checkup of him. “You are OK, man. Now sit down for a minute, and then help coordinate our defense. “

As Vevlaa moved Inside the Waffle, the other soldiers were busy trying to patch up Carmine’s wound. They had already taken his armor off. When one of them saw Vevlaa, he walked over, and whispered something in his ear. â€ÂWHAT?†Vevlaa said, and walked over to Carmine, only to confirm what the solder had said to him.

Vevlaa looked at Carmine. “I’m sorry. I hate to bring you this, but we won’t be able to save that arm.†He said with a grim face. â€ÂThere is just too much damage to the tissue.†Carmine’s adrenaline level was obviously sinking, and that made him weaker by the second.

Vevlaa grabbed a oxygen mask from his backpack and attached a heavy anesthetic capsule to it.
â€ÂCount to ten for me†he said as he held the mask over Carmines face. Vevlaa watched closely as Carmine counted
â€Âone… two………..three….…fo………..â€Â

They didn’t hesitate a second. The moment the drug started working, He connected him to the life support. He knew the anesthetic would work for at least 8 hours

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Hour 1: Surgery part I
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Carmine now went through the hard precision surgery to amputate the arm. 45 minutes later this was done.

(OCC: Sorry. I really don’t have the time and/or energy to write out the ENTIRE procedure for you. Short version: Arm was cut off. The wound was closed that goes for the posts below aswell.)

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Hour 2: Medical consulting.
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When Carmines arm was finally cut off, his medical team had a meeting regarding Carmines ability to fight again. After a long and hard discussion, Vevlaa got an idea. â€ÂWait here†he said to the others, and walked outside. There he found the Medical squads Synthetic unit. It had been knocked out by the EMP blast earlier. Luckily there was no structural damage. With the aid of a few marines, they managed to drag the unit inside the Waffle

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Hour 3: Dismantling
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Vevlaa and his team used much time, taking off the synthetics arm without damaging it. None of them were actually mechanics, but seeing that the machinery was almost the same as a humans body, they managed to pull it off.

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Hour 4, 5, 6 and 7: Surgery part. II
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Attaching the arm to Carmine was a living hell. First they had to open the wound to gain access to Carmines nerve system. Then they had to create a makeshift support for the arm. After that, came the even more difficult part of making the arm into a closed system with Carmines body. They ended up with a makeshift attachment, and implanted a power source and a device that transferred oxygen from Carmines blood to the synthetic white blood, in the arm inside his shoulder within a EMP resistant cage,
It took time, but it was well worth it. Finally the arm was attached…

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Hour 8: Recovery
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Vevlaa and his team concluded the procedure with laying Carmine on a stretcher to rest out the Drug…

Sounds began to flow through Carmine's ears. He didn't witness what events had taken place, or how much time had passed... But, he knew. There was only one possible thing that could've happened if they hadn't kept him out of it for good.

He opened his eyes slowly, his vision slightly blurred. Something seemed missing at the moment, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He remembered that he'd taken out a monstrous Yautja, then been taken by Delta into an APC... He remembered what came up to the part where he'd stepped back out of the APC.

Where was Delta, anyway?

For that matter, where was he?

His vision came back into focus, and he recognized the metallic bulkhead of the dropship. There was an odd smell in the air, something that seemed so familiar. It smelled the same as a hospital would after something bad had taken place.

And then he remembered.

He sat up slowly, and put his hands over his face. He realized that what was missing was the view of the inside of his helmet, something he was used to seeing. He now knew his armor had been removed... And, for some reason, he had his right arm again. It didn't feel right, there was something cold and inhuman about it... He realized why, but decided that it was sure as hell better than being disabled for the rest of the mission.

He still had a few fuglies to kill.

He lowered his hands slowly, now knowing that he currently only had the lower half of his uniform and armor on at the moment. He looked around for a mere moment, noting that his equipment was hanging on a nearby shelf. That solved one of his problems... So, the first thing he needed to do was suit up again.

He slid his feet off the stretcher, his armored boots making an audible clack as they made contact with the ground. He felt a little dizzy, but he needed to make sure he was ready for combat. Just in case.

He pulled up the matte black uniform that was waiting for him, and immediately began pulling it on, tucking it in as he did so. He found his greatcoat there as well, giving a low chuckle as he noted it missing its right sleeve. Yeah, this definitely wasn't his arm that was attached to his shoulder.

He then pulled up his torso plates-- Which were rather intimidating to look at, since they were black, with interesting red splatters across them-- and put it on over the uniform, buckling the parts into place as he did so.

He continued to pull everything on, bit by bit. He even noted that the equipment that normally was on his right arm was present, meaning that they'd managed to salvage it. That was great, because attached to his right gauntlet was one of the devices that had caused the Yautja to chase after him: The plasmacaster he'd retrieved from an ex-enemy's remains.

When it finally came to putting his helmet on, he didn't place it on his head just yet. He stared into the light blue, T-shaped visor for a moment. The helmet itself shared the same pattern as the rest of his armor; Matte black, with disturbing red marks across it. It made a bit of a statement about him, really. That was why he loved it.

And so, he placed the thing atop his head again. No longer the blonde haired kid with cold, disturbed eyes of different colors, with the heavy scars across his face. He instead became the anonymous, emotionless being that did only what he was supposed to: Eliminate the enemy.

He noted that his survival pack was noticably lighter. When he went to check, he found that the objects he'd recovered from his recent fight were missing. He knew where they'd gone, undoubtedly. They had to be in the cargo hold of the dropship. The Yautja hadn't gotten them, and he hadn't taken them out. So, that was the only reasonable explanation.

He then began to walk down toward the armory... He needed another goddamn weapon now, since his grenade launcher had been busted. He'd have to go fetch another one... That was just a minor annoyance. He activated his radio inside his helmet briefly. "Thanks, Vev... I owe you one."

Delta awoke, opening his eyes and finding himself in a small pre-fabricated tent. He rolled himself up out of the make-shift bed. His prized full face helmet lay on a small dresser where his BDU's where layed out. His armour was un blemished and was hung on suspenders.

He recounted what had happened. He was carrying Carmine - then driving, was flung out of the seat and cam crashing to the deck. The Predator that did it but. Delta remembered it, the same dread locked haired bastard that killed him on the Clan Ship.
Rage welled up inside and he hit a nearby table.

Delta got ready, and paid a special visit to the makeshift armoury... A very special one.

Predator428 sat inside the matrix of piping and support structures that made up the ceiling of this particular chamber, currently trying to form some sort of plan. The situation had not been going well. One hunter dead, and the other nowhere to be found. For all he knew, Predator428 might have been the only hunter still alive on this wretched planet.

The hunter had been sitting here for some time, having found this room after about half an hour of searching through the dark labyrinths that made up the structure. He had been sure to seal every doorway behind him to prevent, any more humans from coming across him. Predator428 had made the journey to this chamber directly after being knocked off the human APC by the filthy grave robbing rodent.

There was no way to succeed in my goals now, thought Predator428. The humans have all gathered back at the temple entrance outside, including his intended target. The pests now had the protection of numbers, automated gun turrets, and time. Even if his nature told him to charge them down in a bloody siege, he would surely be cut down before they could all be dealt with. Predator428 could not throw his life away like that, not when he was the last hunter left to stop these humans from upsetting the Natural Order.

With the Generator still in human possession, it was only a matter of time before their dropship was repaired. The only plan the hunter could think of was to wait until the humans took the Generator back to their ship in orbit, then finding some way to steal it. Unfortunately, his ship was still in high orbit. The soldier's vessel would have ample time to leave the system before he could track them down. It was hopeless.

A flair on Predator428's heat seeking goggles caught his attention, causing him to jump from his hiding place to meet the target. The hunter immediately dropped his threatening stance when he recognized the being, the last surviving hunter of his rival clan. Cleticyautja barked towards Predator428, claiming to have a way to successfully attack the human encampment. Predator428 nodded towards Cleticyautja and listened.

Cletic knew that predator428 was listening.
"There are xenomorphs on this planet and if the xenomorphs engaged the humans in battle it may kill most humans or all the xenomorphs but this a cowardly plan but either there may be other hunters on this planet,can you make fire on this planet?"cletic again waited for an answer.
"either that or we can start making noise so it attarcts both of them,we need to get back my clan mates equitment as well as the generater".

Carmine was now seated atop a few sandbags within the base's borders. He had already re-armed himself-- Both literally and figuratively-- And now had another M90 Grenade Launcher within his hands. He loved the things. They had several different types of rounds, and made hostiles disappear-- Bit by bit.

Speaking of which, where were they?

He hadn't a clue as to where the enemies were. They couldn't take off until all hostiles were eliminated, because they needed to make sure they could escape safely... Without any enemy aircraft or cheap little stowaways interfering with it. So that meant as long as the area was deemed unsafe-- And the dropship still needed time to warm up after that EMP-- They couldn't move.

He stretched out his right arm for a moment... The synthetic arm. It was stiff. He guessed it was because the human and machine parts didn't effectively work together without there being a few complications. He didn't know. But it was still better than not having an arm the whole damn time.

He zoomed in on the terrain... There was nothing there. That was a bit disappointing. He probably should've gone ahead and engaged the other Yautja. But, there was no way to do that and live, so he'd space the idea.

He had a bit of a wait before him.

Fire Entered her mind as she watched the fighting from below, she wasn’t going to stop it, nor was she going to break in the fighting. She was watching, staying out of it until…

Her mask on as Shadow watched her old clan mate and the rival one. She smiled, her head shook as she sat there on a branch. The finger’s toying with a dread, touching the ring; it was her father’s, the man died so she can live. The abomination, watched the two.


“OR†She said, decloking, her stance was that of a friendly nature, her body leaned to the side on the branch above them. “I can stay here, light the fire and you guys can ambush†She rolled her eyes, knowing Wayland wouldn’t take it. “If there is a small area for them to pass through†She paused looking around, her finger tapping the ‘mouth’ of the mask. Shadow looked around, was she helping the humans, or was she helping the Yautja. One word, she was alone, she wasn’t helping anyone but those that she cares for. Cares, as in to look at as a friend; she frowned, her finger pointed to Celtic Yautja “OH by the way†She paused looking up at his taller frame then the 5’2 inch’s of her own height. “One of your yautja’s didn’t grab the mask before Malus’s unit took it. So, they are producing their own weapons around the Yautja technology†She stopped with a grunt in her words. Turning to Predator428 she bowed her head just a little bit “I do thank you for plucking mine from their grubby hands†She pulled a gift and gave it to him, something that he might of not seen before (Your choice Pred428)

Yes, she hasn’t been around for a while, because she had to find one last player for the game, a very very old friend. The female leaned forward, the limb moved as she did to gently touch her down on the ground. She didn’t move to her weapons, she was showing friendship, neutrality something she always was. Neutral.

Shadowatching Wore knee length cloth that had no real pictures or anything on it, but the mixture of her cloud Grey and Black and the Balatu colors made it gorgeous. The top looked only like a piece of cloth to be draped over her neck, with it hanging down over her breasts and tied to the small belt like thing on her loincloth. The same beautiful cloud color was radiating like it was glowing! It had a well defined bridge of the hair line; it even curled a few centimeters back. At first glace it looked like just a normal mask that one would place on, and it covered nothing but their features, but as Shadowatching silently and slowly walks up to it, she noticed that it indeed covered her ears! Making the whole thing look uniform and like she didn’t even have them. Well, the Yautja didn’t have ear on the outside, so she would look even weirder if she had her ears sticking out. The part that covered her nose and mouth looked like all the other masks, it stuck out a few inches, with distinct lines come from it to show her cheeks. But on the side that would (where) be her right was her mark of becoming a Young Blood, a mark was here, worn and old looking. Trailing the eyes down her armor, she couldn’t help but gasp as on the stand, right where her neck would be, was a Hard Mead head made out of her cloud metal that would perfectly shape around her scar, guarding it from anyone or anything. Shapely shoulder guards came next into her eyes, subtle but seen lines for where the metal could move when she did made her think of an armadillos armor. From there each arm had only a small price of metal along the outside of her arm and then one for her forearm. On her right one however was a mechanisms for where her wrist computer would be placed, and on her left, her wrist blades.

Her chest was protected by a simple but beautifully sculpted piece of her cloud metal that cupped her breasts completely, to Shadowatching's old orders, and it even covered lower onto her abdomen to reach the base of her rib bones. From there on were nothing, her stomach and such out being exposed. She was as strong as the Yautja and needed extra protection. The belt that would be wrapped around Shadowatching's waist tightly already had spots made for her weapons, but they were all lose so that they could tighten them as to what she would have on her. Just below that was a mid-thigh length loincloth, made from her cloud metal of course, that was also layered for movement. What made Shadowatching used to grimace a bit was that it only covered about six or seven inches of her front! While Shadowatching understood that she would need as much movement as possible, she didn’t want to give her pray a peep show. She wore black boots that held blades one in each of them. Her mask, was a plain yautja (predator mask) 2 swords crossed her back, throwing knives on her body, with the wirst blade, shirkin, smart disk, combistick All black in color.

Shadow left Balatu to find out who she was. Predator428 told her something long ago you look human, you act human, but your smell isn't human. If you are yautja, why must you care about humans? She knew he was right, her heart was with the yautja, the mind was with humans. So, she took out on her own to figure out who she was. "How is PredatorV2 and the rest?" She asked Predator428. Such an innocent question, even though she is rogue, she still cares of her family Balatu

bleeding alone and being screwed with by a rouge i whent to the core. as i aimed my plasma rifel at the core all the humans froze. i could destroy this place.
i activated my translator.
"dear humans of his base, this unimaginable energy is not for our possesion or yours. it is to mutch power... and for that .... i have to kill you."
20 marines began to open fire wile some scientists yelled "YOU FOOLS".
i grabed my mauls and cut through them.only to seal of the area. i had the energy scource... now what to do