Hall after hall of sleeping hive. It was so annoying to walk through, always stepping in that squishy secretion, trying not to hit some drone on the floor or on the wall. There were many predaliens. Xeuss had seen about 5 of them in total his whole life, but here there must have been hundreds. They appeared a bit bothered by his presence, a bit of hissing, a bit of drooling, a bit like kittens. But he knew this was not the hive to temper with. He knew the ship wasn't safe until the queen was dead - not a pleasent thing to do, could get really sloppy, but someone had to do it eventually.

This was an easy thing to keep from her knowing, but he was surprise she hadn't already ordered him attacked, since his obvious defiance. Maybe... she... had other things on her mind? That explosion - she must have heard it and decided it was a more important matter. Which was, of course, true as far as he was concerned. Unless...

*BOOM*

Another explosion. This one closer. The corridor was immediately filled with the loud, annoying sound of aliens rushing past you, hitting you in the shoulders and drooling on your head. Not many living people knew that feeling, of course, he was probably the only one still alive. What the hell was so important that all the drones got mobilised?

Well it looked like noone was gonna say anything, so he just grabbed one of the drones running past him with both hands by the tail and pulled as hard as he could. This ruined his ballance for a moment and he fell forward. Luckily, before he got a chance to taste that slimy secretion he was stepping in, the four long fingers of an angry drone grabbed his head and pinned it to a wall. Apparently it didn't like being grabbed by the tail and stopped while running and was now nervously hissing and stretching it's second mouth at him. Xeuss didn't want to get to fighting with it, in fact he found the situation he was in to be really cuddly, and couldn't help a smile on his face.

"Stop!" he screeched. "I am not the enemy!"
"Why do you attacked?" the drone hissed at him with that cute shake in it's lower jaw that they all have right before they eat through your head.
"I am on your side. I want to know what happened. Where are you going."
Between the few offensive screeches Xeuss managed to make out something about humans killing eggs. Then suddenly a headache cought him. A strong, acute scream echoed through his mind and the drone let go of him and ran to it's destination. The queen was angry. What the hell were those damn humans doing...?

Well it was no concern of his, as long as they were kept busy, he just needed to get to the control room. The next two corridors were empty of aliens this time. All of them had been mobilised. But there was a problem. The panel on the wall, controlling the door to the next room had been destroyed and the gate was shut. "Damnit!" - Xeuss thought - "why can't they just use buttons, like normal people..." This was unconfortable, but he had to do it. He looked up at the large ventilation pipe and climbed into it. It wasn't really fond of walking through that kind of round-like hive walls, many excrescences made it hard to, but... the door was jammed. "Why the hell don't they use buttons...?"

He felt the pain within the entire hive. Their eggs were destroyed. Firehunter let out a massive wail and began smashing the wall next to him. He sensed the hive mobilizing from their postions. Consentraiting hard, Waralien let out an ultrasonic message to the hive members: Stay put, this is exactly what they want you to do. Move from your postions, attacking in a made flurry. What of the Queen? All Xenos stand down and get back to your areas.

He heard the retorts and comments the hive issued back, but they had no choice in the saying, the queen made him field commander till the enemies were vanquished. One by one they silently returned to their areas. Each wanting to taste the blood of the enemy.

Dam humans, War thought, of coarse they wouldn't charge blindly through the trap. Then he felt the other. He was at the bridge. War and Firehunter made their way back to the area. Upon arriving they saw that the door remain shut but the vent was open. War instructed Firehunter to remain behind and secure the hall. He also allowed him to take any measures that he saw fit.

Hopping up, War crawled into the vent. Now he wanted to know what this person wanted.

She looked at Predatorv2 for a moment, wanting to say something but she shook her head and turned away, ready to walk away. But one predator stopped her, to talk or to offer her something of a peace offering in his own way. She smiled and shook his wrist, hey she is short so this was better for her to reach. She held a small smile on her soft lips, the eyes looking up at him...hidden behind the cloth she tied there, to block most of the lights that they use. Even if its dark enough, she had to wear it for her own reason's as not to say, but her past. She took the fruit and split it in half with one of her many sharp weapons. Handing half of it to him, to show that same kindness she grunted lightly in "Thanks".

She looked at Predator V2 for a reason, before turning and looking at Predator428 for another reason, Shadowatching moved from the room and back in to the hall. The eyes moving and trailing over the foreign words, that held for others, but for them held stories of the old warriors that passed those that caught the greatest attention to the elder's to be honored with their name up on the wall. One day she hopped to atleast make something up there, to show that hybrids are just as good as full blooded yautja.

She shook her head, not knowing her future, nor remembering much of her past, she placed one hand on the wall, trialing a name that is unknown to her, nor did it matter. But the thought of proving her worth yet again, for any clan she is with would be a difficult road to follow, to prove her warrior status. The eyes moved again away from the red and black wall, the red reminding her of that blood that flowed in her dreams, calling for her, making her yearn for a fight an honorable death and death himself mocking her in to that false illusion of his gradure and the life beyond the yautja pride. She sighed as usual, her dreams always a "Nightmare" she grew to get used to it. Since her 'nanny" wasn't there as much as she is used to, which Shadowatching understood as she stood there looking at the name of her best friend and fellow hunter. She moved from it with a sharp growl and a curl of fists.

Bumping in front of Black warrior, she halted and bowed in the traditional yautja. "I apologize" She said with a few purrs and clicks. The eyes moved up as she looked at the dark assassin, of the clan. She smiled and held up the half of fruit in that peace offering of her own way. "Do you know whats going on?" She asked, waiting for him to say his yes or no. Then she would explain to him, that a predator ship, stopped and no one is talking. Like a ghost ship. Continuing the explanation, she told him either to reclaim it, or to simply blow it up if there is only a half body left.

Alouran was looking down the halls when she heard a loud 'stop' from the front of the line. Peeking around the shoulder of the man in front of her. Watching one of the guys in the front of the line crawl around on his hands and knees she arched an eyebrow before she caught the slight sag in the floor when he touched it and what he was doing clicked in her head. Two grenades where passed when a muttering of words passed from the mouth of the man up front. 'FIRE IN THE HOLE' had her scrambling back and plugging her ears with her back to the explosion. A loud 'vooosh' and pressure of wind against her told her the grenade went off. Standing up to look at the sloppy scorch marked walls she smirked. That would definitely piss off some bugs. Wait.. bad thing. "God i hate bugs." she cursed softly to her self before listening to the rest of the orders. Turning her shoulder lamp up to full power as ordered and hearing him talk about the bugs getting on earth made her stomach turn, she had family on earth and wasn't about to let some bugs toy with the lives they lead now. Thinking back to what she knew of the bugs they had a mind like bee's or ants, all of it centered around making the queen happy. Making a face she rolled her shoulders before being bumped and jostled into the near middle of the small squad she bristled at a few of the guys when they moved closer as if to protect her from something that wasn't even around yet. Staying where she was she eventually fell back till she was at the end of the knot of soldiers that stayed ahead of Delta she tried her best to not give anyone a flat tire with her long strides. (Flat tire- to step on the back of someone's shoe and either pull it off or have then jump around to fix it.)

"Alouran,keep up and watch them angles the bugs use the vents",he said and smiled,he wouldnt chew the marine out to much as she was new he didnt want to sound like a dick,.
Delta covered their 6's and had his motion tracker out,
"COMMS CHECK!",he said to his squad and encouraged video cover when available,"watch the walls marines and also traps cos if any of you ladies fall you think im gonna pick u up?",there was general laughter but the real truth if something really DID! happen it would not be a joking matter.
Delta went to try peterson on the comms again.
(Sorry for shortness dont have that much time at the minute.)

FireHunter watched waralien go through the pipe, he climbed into a space just large enough for his bulk, and waited. After about three minutes he got impatient, he knew how boring it would get, and despised having to wait there, for so long, he entertained himself by drooling down onto the floor, screeching and roaring into thin air, and dropping down from his place and punching the walls, causing them to dent, he realized that there were lights above him and he broke them all, then he smashed a hole in the floor, a primitive trap, but an effective one.
It was dark now, and he slept, until the door would open, it would make a noise that would awaken him.

After his little chat with Shadow, Black Warrior saw a red beam bounce through the hallways and a peircing wail echo through the corridors. The Alarm for docking had sounded.....the ship was within sight.
Running through the small clanship, Black Warrior came at once to the docking station, fully armored and ready for any possible encounters.
Looking on Bw saw the ship draw nearer to an extended acordian-like hallway attached to the 'abandoned' ship. The airlocked door attached to the hallway and depressurized.
White steam screamed and shot through the slits as the door of the clanship raised a few inches, and pushed forward while a series of gears and pumps lowered it to floor level. The sirens stopped abruptly, and the Hunter's Moon clanship could also be seen not too far away, docking on its own station.

No elders came to greet the Balatu, noone at all. PREDATORv2, Black Warrior, Predator428, and Shadowatching stepped out onto the insulated tiles of the hallway, their metal footwear clinking against. A few unbloods joined the ranks of Balatu in their voyage to the massive clanship, and followed closely behind, nervous and slightly fearful of every corner. The atmosphere of the ships enviroment breathed 'fresh' air into the lungs of the Balatu clan.

Despite the ship looking the way it did, Black Warrior was still very much in awe. Decorative artifacts and trophies adorned the walls. Most of the materials which made up the inside of the receiving station was a amber brown color, and reflected light well, so even the slightest illumination would give light to a large part of the room. A view of the stars and surrounding universe could be seen in large windows above the ceiling, and in some places along the walls.
Some rooms were checked through for signs of life, and as less was found the feeling of the ship grew dull and ominous. The fact that the ship seemed to be empty was bad, nothing looked lived-in anymore.
Everyone in the clan knew that this was but a very small part of the rest of the ship, and decided to set out and explore once a plan was decided.

Living within his own thoughts for a moment Bw remembered things about the ship and the feel of home was well recognized by the hunter. Noone in Bw's blood family was alive, but the various hunters Bw had learned to call his brothers and sisters had lived here. For a while, noone had said a word, each clanmember struck with feelings of many sorts.

Even though this was a sort of home, Black Warrior didnt like the feel of this place, not one bit, but somewhat hoped that life was on this ship. If no yautja lived, then any entity that got into the way...would feel the overbearing wrath of a God of Death.

Sam Jack Dunn, Warrant Officer and Third in Command of Alpha Draconis finally reached the hangar, and after letting the rest of the marines through, he closed the hangar door shut, and locked it. He'd figured out the Yautja locking mechanism on the way out. It was smart. He was smarter. The hangar was once again sealed, and after congratulating the marines on a good job and telling them that they were free to go on with whatever they had been doing previously, he headed towards the Dropship.

Nodding to Nikkie, he stepped into the cockpit of the Dropship and quickly checked the radar. Sam Jack Dunn was a veteran Dropship W/O, as well as someone whom had fought the Yautja many times. He knew them well. He also knew how to detect thier ships on radar, despite thier infamous cloaking systems. You had to crunch some serious numbers, and stare at the radar screen so hard that your eyes started to seriously water.

The Yautja used light-bending technology that had a similar effect to radar, although it wasn't perfect. A Yautja Clanship often showed up as a simple glitch on the radar, a ghost reading not dissimilar to some space dust messing with the sensors. More often than not, such a reading was overlooked as nothing important. Sam Dunn, however, didn't underestimate anything.

Also, the radar was scanning the inside of the ship, and although there was a fair amount of interference from the walls, Sam Dunn was getting a pretty good picture of the inside of the ship. Especially given his skills in radar technology -he'd been a Comm-Tech when he'd been with Omega Company- he was the first to realize that two of the airlocks and docking clamps were in thier active position.

That was odd. Surely that'd mean that the ship was venting air. Unless...

Ah. Cometh the man. Or, perhaps he should say, Cometh the Hunter. He had located the Yautja. He knew he had. There was nothing discernible on the scanner except for those docking clamps, except for a tiny little something that might well just be nothing. He pressed a button, and the radar veiw switched to another veiw, of numbers scrolling down the screen. He was looking for a certai...THERE!

Just outside the ship, next to those hangars. Two ghost readings. If he didn't know better, they might just have been nothing but space-dust and interference from the ship itself. If it weren't for the docking clamps, he might have overlooked it.

But Sam Dunn knew full well it wasn't just nothing. It was the enemy. "EVERYONE! Get in here, look at this shit!" He shouted, wanting everyone to know what was going on. This was important. It meant the stakes had just been raised.

"Two Yautja Ships. I am willing to bet those are our friends in Balatu and Hunter's Moon. Things just took a turn for the worse. Given the gravity of the situation, they'll have allied. Two pred clans at once...we're in it deep people.

Still, they will be concentrating on the Bugs, they always do. More sport that way. Until one side has wiped the other out, or done some damage, I recommended staying out of everyone's way. We can easily defend this hangar. Right now, Assault is not really an option. Maám, I recommend we bide our time, but it IS your call." Sam said, turning to face Nikkie, his tanned face serious, his usual smile gone.

Did this mean Shadowatching was here? He hoped not, he didn't want to have to kill her. Looking around in the suddenly cramped cockpit, he checked the screen again. The other hangar bays were closer to the bridge, whilst this one was the farthest away. Those must have been for ceremonial visits, whilst this hangar had been for less auspicious guests, if Sam's thinking was right.

He was a little shocked that Nikkie was in command. She was a green, hadn't even BEEN in a combat mission before. Still, she seemed to be holding up well, and orders were orders. He'd help her out.

To be honest, he was just glad Peterson wasn't barking out orders anymore.

Alouran looked over her shoulder after hearing the person behind her say her name. Green eyes scanned him slightly before it clicked to who he was. Delta, the squad leader. "Yes sir." she replied to his constructive remarks about what to do. Keeping her mind on running faster and looking up more than at eye level like she had been doing earlier. The sounds of feet pounding against the different types of flooring that lined the ships halls. After a few minuets of racing threw the halls they entered back into the hanger. Seeing the rest of the squads still milling about setting things up she leaned back against a wall taking a drink of water from her water bottle before hearing Sam shouting about something she pushed off the wall and joined the throngs of marines trying to look at the radar. She didn't have to see the radar screen to know what was going on. Something about predators. "We are so screwed.." she muttered softly making a face at the words spreading threw the group in the ship. Leaving the drop ship to get out of the mass of pressing bodies who wanted to know what was going on.
"I'll figure out what to do when i get my orders.. in the mean time.. I want my MP3 player... Sam might skin me alive though.." She talked to her self softly tapping a finger against her chin she went about helping set up the last few turrets and sand bags for the perimeter.

Just as Waralien neared the being, a sudden presence came forth. It was Predator428. The old scar on his back began flaring up. Although War would've wanted to find out this person's purpose. He had other matters to attend to.

War crawled back out of the tunnel and landed on all fours. Imediatly, War noticed that the lights were out. He scanned the room to see Firehunter out cold in slumber. Hissing him awake, War told him that stronger prey was here.

This brought Firehunter out of his drowsyness almost instantly. He quickly leaped over his trap and made a mad dash down the corridor.

War too leapt over the trap and followed after. Sending a silent message to hyro: Find out what the being wants. I leave this task to you.

drool slid down FireHunter's face, and it left a rapidly expanding trail of resin on the ground, beginning to coat the ground and walls. He snarled and roared as he sensed a humanoid figure in the vent, he climbed up the wall at a frightening pace, punched a hole in the wall, and heard a screech of surprise as he climbed into the pipe, which groaned in protest and bent under his weight, through the darkness he saw Xeuss staring in amazement at the huge Predalien in the vent.
FireHunter, driven into a primal rage at anything human-shaped, lunged at Xeuss.

lone hunter looked around the docking bay with awe..."it never fails to do so" he thought...but somthing was different about it this time,instead the feeling it gave off was sinister, as if it saying prepare for death, he didn't like it...espiacally when there was no living yautja signals aside from there's and Balatu's.

as they made their way to the other docking bay LH threw somthing onto the wall just ehind the right side of the door, a laser wall mine, Lone hunter followed the rerest of the clan into the docking bay where the balatu clan was setting up another mine behind them just in case the ship wasnt as dead as it seemed.

LH took agood look at all of the Balatu clan members most he didnt at all, but there were two that he reconised,not by name but sight, both of which were at the doomed planet of Delta 3093...

The amazement on Xeuss' face was not because of the hight of the predalien, he'd killed bigger. Not that he wanted to kill him or anything. He was amazed and amused at the same time at the sound of his own screech. Soon enaugh though, the predalien pounced at him and he manged to dodge just in time to only get his face scratched by the tip of it's tail and then watch it fall down some 600ft out the other side of the vent. It was an amazing room he was looking at, with huge domes of perfectly preserved wildlife. He hadn't seen such a thing before in his life, so he figured he was going the wrong way. Turning back, he took anotherramification of the vent and there she was, the Queen. Still imprisoned by the immense abdomen that constantly spewed eggs, she only hissed at Xeuss. "Come... Join us!" The echo of these words was playing louder and louder inside Xeuss' head until he fell to his kneew shouting "NO!" He looked at the Queen and yeled "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM??? SHUT UP ALREADY, I WILL JOIN YOU LATER, I HAVE TO..." - but suddenly stopped saying "What the hell am i doing, you probably don't even understand what i'm saying." The queen was still screeching angrily at him, but he just went on trying to find a way up the next vent.

It was at this stage that Dunn was seriously thinking. Peterson had gone and done a runner, in his typical cowardly fashion, and left Nikkie in charge. Mostly, he reckoned, so Peterson would have someone other than himself to blame if it all went to hell. Sam shook his head in disgust and walked over towards the Cockpit of the Dropship, to think alone for a few moments.

Nikkie still had yet to answer his question, even though it really wasn't much of a toughie. If they went out there right now, they'd be caught between three units at once, and he was sure the Alpha Draconis Marines would not fare too well in that kind of situation. Especially since he was willing to bet the preds were teaming up.

The only diplomatic solution was to try and ally with the Bugs. He cast away that thought as he sat down in the Co-Pilots seat, his head in his gloved hands. Even if they could find a way to communicate, such an alliance would be fragile, and eventually one would destroy the other. No. AD were on thier own in this. Better that way.

He looked at the Combat Wombat mascot, and grinned. A momento from a better time, back when he was in Omega Company, before a Xeno got happy with his face and he had to cut himself open. The memory dampened his grin somewhat. Most of Omega Company was dead by now. As he looked out the cockpit window and at the ray-shield that kept the atmosphere in, and remembered that missiles passed through it, he got a brilliant idea.

His fingers danced over the firing control keyboard, plotting two targets and assigning four low-yield anti-armour missiles to each. Known as 'Bunker Busters', they were meant for stationary targets, not ships. And they were meant for real targets, not to be sent at nothing that could be seen. But still...

Yes. That would work nicely.

He calculated in his head a few co-ordinates and took another look at his radar screen. If they were right there...he didn't want to damage the larger Yautja ship that they were on, so...

After he plotted his firing solution, he hit a button on the side of the panel that read 'deploy'. When he did, the missile 'wing' launchers of the Dropship swung open, with a whirring sound that everyone in the hangar heard. He grinned. No-one would see this coming in a hundred years.

The next button he hit was marked 'arm'. After he hit it, a small screen lit up, with the words "Warning, Missiles Armed." He grinned, knowing full well what they could do.

And as he hit the button marked 'Fire', and the hangar shook as eight bunker buster missiles shot from their berths, flew from the hangar and spiraled out into space.

He grinned as he watched their flame trails, turning to ice in the infinite cold of space. He watched them wheel around and desperate, splitting into two groups and shooting past the hangar. It was a majestic sight, and not a little unnerving.

As he turned his attention to the tracking screen, he reasoned that if HE found it unnerving, the Preds were going to be quite spooked. Anything with a brain tends not to like the sight of missiles zooming towards you.

The Yautja Clanships were tough. Shielded, Armoured. Armed. Invisible.But Bunker Busters were designed to ignore such technicalities, and this they did with wild abandon, ripping into the ships the two clans had only just exited, and blowing them into fragments.

The vaunted cloaking system died as the roar of an explosion, dampened by the low pressure of space, entirely failed to be heard, although he saw the flash of light, and on his radar screen things had just gotten lively.

He watched bits of ship float past the hangar, and grinned. He hoped that lots of the bastards had been in there when they'd blown.

And he also knew that now, the hangars in which the Preds were standing were suffering from Explosive Decompression, the airlock doors too damaged to close properly. That meant that the bulkheads on the other side of the hangar would shut, effectively trapping the godless bastards in the hangar as the air was sucked from it.

He could he not laugh at such fun? He let the rocket pods fold back into the Dropship, and sank back into the big, comfortable chair, closing his synthetic eyes and being utterly unable to wipe the smile from his artificially tanned face. He had not had this much fun since...Oh, it must have been in Operation Falling Sky, about a year ago.

He'd gone by another name back then.

He allowed his thoughts to wander at thier own free will. If Peterson had gotten back to the ship, he may just have seen the petition they had left for him. A petition with seven signatures out of a possible ten. That meant that a message would come in on the radio any second...

Ah, there it was.

"Sam Dunn no longer holds any position or rank in Alpha Draconis, and is dishonorably discharged. Nikkie is in command of all Draconis Forces. Dunn has no command." The voice crackled in over the radio, spoken in Peterson's typically harsh voice, in just the same manner as had happened during Operation Descending Fate.

He was getting sick of hearing that message by now. Someday, he might listen to what it said and stop thinking of himself as a marine.

From his sheath, he drew his combat knife, and carefully cut his rank stripes from his uniform. He left the USCM badge on, but also removed the Alpha Draconis one. He may not be in AD anymore, but he was still a marine, god damn it.

Still, Peterson had been wise, if cowardly. If he had not done a runner, Dunn may well have shot him. He knew what marine opinion of Peterson was. He'd have had more than enough backup.

But no. Like the coward he was, he'd ran.

Leaving an inexperienced officer in command.

Sam saw an Opportunity. A chance to....fix things, somewhat.

He put his head in his hands again, and thought.

Predator428 looked about the interior of the ship in interest. The metal plating of the ships hallways held many treasures, skulls and artifacts all forcefuly taken from many different civiliations. He recognized the yauta writing etched into the walls, each line told legends of past hunters and the exploits of great warriors. The most impressive ornaments were the skulls, heads of different beasts on seen in nightmares. The white ivory of foregin skulls contrasted greatly with the steel gray of the corridor walls. Predator428 looked out a viewport to his left and saw a dazzling nebula stretched across the opening. The ship was even grander then he had remebered.

There was one thing that disturbed this setting of home. Silence. Not a single voice echoed through the hulls, no machinery could be heard at work. Not even the sound of clawed feet walking across the decks could be detected. The silence was unnerving, Predator428 couldn't get over it. The only noise he could detect was the footsteps of himself and his clanmates as they continued to explore the vast corridors.

Predator428 drew in the recylced air through his mask's filter, trying to get a scent of something indicating a fellow yautja's prescence. Predator428 could sense two things. One, all of his fellow hunters were as disturbed as he was. The smell of unease and anticipation radiated of their bodies. The second smell was something much harder to detect. It was faint, but not unfamiliar. He couldn't quite decide what it was. All it did was increase Predator428's state of unease.

A light sound from above caused Predator428 to snap his head upward, bringing his walk to a stop. He didn't hear it again, but Predator428 could have sworn he had heard a sound emminating from the pipework above him. A sound like a demon from the depths stalking a new victim.

PREDATORv2 had noticed Predator428's sudden stop, he walked over and spoke to him in the growls of the yautja language. "What is it?", he inquired.

Predator428 continued to stare at the space above him, not speaking for a few moments.

"Nothing", he said to the Elder. "Lets continue on."

Finally catching up to Firehunter, War tells Fire that Xeuss wasn't the strong being that he spoke of. What ever Xeuss wanted or doing was Hryos responsiblity to find out.

War then led Firehunter to the area of the other beings. Firehunter was twitching with anticipation. War told him to do whatever he wanted. But before he did that, he had to help War set up traps to lead the warriors to the humans. With any luck the two would confront each other and reduce each other down to the dying and the wounded. From there it would be easy to take them.

War then stopped. He smelled something. They were closing in to their area. War signaled Firehunter to fall back and ambush from there. Here it would be too hazardous. Firehunter tried to change War's mind but he too saw the flaws of their location.

Both fell back and entered through a short tunnel. There they found some warriors awaiting fresh meat. War then knew that they would come in handy.

Knowing full well of Predator428 sensing a presence in the ventilation system. As he had sensed it himself, grinning inside his helmut, PREDATORv2 peered around the docking bay. Glancing at the group of predators stuck close together, the uneasiness of the group radiated, even through his mask's advanced environment filters.

Growling, motioning his hand to get the group to follow him. PREDATORv2 made his way across the docking bay, each step could be heard as it echoed through the vast bay. Arriving at the entance doors, using his large index finger he punched the small panel to the right of the door. "HISSsss" as the doors began to creep open, with a grinding noice the doors stopped half way.

Stepping back, PREDATORv2 pried open the armored doors with ease, more grinding followed by a high pinched click as the door were slowly opened. Looking over his shoulder, PREDATORv2 could see the group now hovering behind him watching silently. Growling a bit louder, PREDATORv2 stepped through the now opened door way. The smell of hardmeat hit PREDATORv2 as well as the all too fermilular smell of death. A light fog covered the floor of the hallways, it seems as though the environmental systems are still active, meaning the hard meats were unable to reach the ship's command center. Cycling through his vision modes, PREDATORv2 lifted up his right arm, activating his wrist computer. He was able to gain access to the ship's layout. "Beep!" as his wrist computer displayed a 3D picture of the ship, tapping on his computer, he searched for the location of the command center. "Wiiiir, Beep!" Command center found. Turning back towards the group now stuffed in the hallway. PREDATORv2 look at Predator428 and black warrior. "We shall make our way to the command center." Glaring at shadowatching as well as the unbloods, PREDATORv2 barked "Explore the rest of the ship, kill any humans you find, report to me if you find the hardmeats" He knew that even being human shadowatching was a capable warrior, she would do best with the youths, they would only slow PREDATORv2 down, with a situation like this, time is of the essence.

Knotting at Predator428 and black warrior, PREDATORv2 faced their path. Grinning once again PREDATORv2 activated his cloaking system "Cliiick, wirr" He watched as his fellow warriors Predator428 and black warrior did the same, they began their journey towards the brain of this beast....Not one of them knowing the horrors that awaited them..

The blare made Shadowatching, flinch towards her weapons faster then lightening can strike the ground, faster then a hummingbirds wings. She had one hand on her whip, the serrated sticking out in that loop by her side, she loved it as she finally won an argument about having one (ahhh, just give me this much). The lips in a cruel smile as the only thing on her face that can be seen. The dreads moved this way and that, fanning behind her as she looked around, seeing it was just the docking noise as well as letting them know its safe to leave. She grumbled to herself always tense not around her clan mates, but around others knowing that she was seen as an Ooman and not a hybrid that she is. The shiver ran down her spine, the scent (I think they have scents) rose up in the air, the soft creaminess went to that of death and anger. Why must she keep explaining the reason's behind it all, the female turned and looked as the doors opened, revealing to them a larger room, the ship cloaked still as she wondered the reason of the cloak still on, but shrugging it off soon after. It wasn't her position to ask, even though she knew that they would grumble and growl at her to shut up. A light smile crossed her lips as she moved behind her clan as to scope things out from her own view point. She would probably protect her clan before, they would protect her, she wouldn't wish to find out by any means to her own death. But one day she hoped to feel that protectiveness in her heart.

A light shrug crossed her shoulder's, grumbled softly, the hands moving from her weapons to in front of her, letting them sway softly, the tips brushing her weapons for her own paranoid mind. Hey you live in a cave with things that is almost as worse as Aliens that can't be seen, having the family killed off one by one. Shadowatching sighed in her mind as the eyes closed her senses heightened. Feeling those around her she stopped and flicked her hidden hues open, the mask in her hand a shiver in her spine and the narrowing of her eyes. The cloth would soon be pulled down or to her forehead or even just tied to her wrist, which ever she wished before the mask would be put on, before the order's of the sub-leader of balatu gave her any command.

Shadowatching, watched as another clan member, of another Clan itself shown himself to them. She wanted to rip his head off and show the world that Hunter's moon really did something wrong, it wasn't her place to say, that there was a wrong in that clan. She would let them show the colors of the wrong doing. She over heard one of the HM's clan members speak about giving up one of the pred medical supplies just for one to survive, such weakness in that clan she saw it a disgrace. Glad that one predator wasn't there, but she told him. Swiftspear, would of been here if he didn't feel like his clan betrayed him (Don't know if its true.) She grinned lightly, the malevolent in her grin would turn one to ice. Deers in the headlight sort of way. She gripped her hands in a fist, yet she shown no hostility there. THe coldness in the large room felt so small and cold at the same time that the loneliness was sinking in her bones she would of asked the dumbest question ever, but remained silent. The eyes watched Lone Hunter "Hunter's moon" She said with a soft whisper and venom in the words as well, the head canted to the side as she went to open her mouth, but closed it instead. The lips tightened together to keep the words to herself and let the clan show it themselves.

finding herself moving with her clan past Hunter's moon, she would of grinned and laughed but something was really wrong. She reached out and touched black's arm as PredatorV2 barked his order's at the hybrid, she would of glared at him so hard, but the cloth moved and her mask was on, placing the eyes cloth on her forehead. She looked at Black and sighed nodding at PredatorV2. "Black" She bowed her head lightly as the eyes moved to the wall before her before, moving to the hallway itself. "Please be careful, it don't smell right" She said wiping her nose lightly before the mask was fully on her face, a drop of blood. Shadowatching knew right there what it was, but she sighed and spoke softly, "I think its hard-meats" She said with a light growl in her voice, the eyes moved to the hall before she let the hands go of now both Predator 428 and Black Warrior, her clan mates, she knew that PredatorV2 would bark again telling her to move on and to do his order's now, not tomorrow.

Shadowatching moved, her body language shifted to that of a carefree hybrid, to that of a cold hearted killer. A grin on her lips as the visor shifted through the different visions, making it the right one, the pale yellow, to spot her enemies faster, she shifted between the human and the aliens with such speed that one would get a migraine form doing such a thing and with such ferocity.

THe body shifted and parted from her clan mates, not understanding why they go with PredatorV2 but at the same time she was glad he didn't call her an OOman, but her name instead which told her that he respected her this much. She took what was left of the unbloods and moved down the hall. Making them go first, before her own self. Well what do you do if your wanting to battle so fast and hard, that they would just run off at a drop of a hat or a single word of "go". She did give them warnings of looking for traps that would of been set there by the clan mates, of the this ship to protect the ship itself from danger. Shadowatching, watched them move off in to positions as she continued to look from her map, tot he real life hall. Moving slowly as she watched the soon to be humans.

Myst rose from the ground and parted while she walked, like clouds from the sky on Urth (earth). She smiled and wondered if this was how it felt to be god, she seemed like she didn't pay attention to those around her as she broke off from the unbloods. Moving in her own direction, she watched now as the corridors went wider in one spot and narrower in another, the mess halls passed, the rooms passed as she moved tot he other side of the ship. The fingers reached out and touched a panel, a string of drool crossed the tips allerting her mind that it was right, there was aliens there.

Shadowatching even contacted Black to tell Predatorv2 about it. The lips parted as she growled lightly in her mind more then her voice, she would show the glare back once she finished and was blooded more then once she hopped atleast once. But hey, times change and life sucks don't it? a smile crossed her lips as she heard shouting, the fingers stopped and reasted on one of the walls, listening in. Soon a human, female made the way towards her wondering what she was...(I hope its ok)

(Sorry. Work got the best of me for the past couple of days.)

Returning to the hangar after deserting the AD unit to do his our reconnance, Kidd Junior heads for The Waffle in a strut that expresses his mood. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder as he boards the ship via ramp, the veteran seeks for a single individual onboard.

After a short time of searching, the old Devil-Dog finds that certain Jarhead he was looking for. Approaching him slowly, Junior looks down at the pondering Dunn, who has his head in his arms, and speaks,"So what will it be Dunn?" Waiting for Dunn's reaction and possibly his responce, the Devil-Dog unholster's his firearm and sets it off safety, and he continues,"Would you rather die now for your treacherous acts, or would you rather die a death that is worthy of the title of 'Hero?'

Standing over the marine with his sidearm in his right hand, Kidd stands over Sam, ready to execute him depending on his answer. Junior has always respected Dunn, and in fact, knew of Dunn's plans in the beginning. Now, due to Peterson's action, the young man might actually achieve his goal by eliminating some of his old comrades in arms. Although the words from the WY official continues to replay itself in Kidd's mind, he resists the urge to lift his weapon up to fire but instead gives the soldier some words of encouragement,"Sam, you don't have to die like this. It is your choice. You can stand up, fight, and return just to get another shot at Peterson, or, I can shoot you right now like the traitor you are. Your call." Kidd waits for Sam's responce. Either way one of them, if not both, will make it out of here alive.

"Thats Enough Kidd" Vevlaa said coming out of the shadows behind him, holding his M41F up with the little flame on the flamethrower light.
"If you do not step down immediately and lower you gun. I WILL kill you for treason." He had the sight dead on Kidd.

"Thats an order!" he said after a minute. "I am the new Captain of this little group, decided by Peterson himself. We want him alive. and thats all you need to know." be barked out. "Instead, remove his weapons, and place him under arrest. "He will have to face a court marshal when we get back home."

Still standing a little bit behind Kidd, just out of reach if he were to try anything, he waited...