Guant & Iseijin vs Bloodstriker & jessejames

The planet has been very still, for about over a century now as untraced rumors had it, of course it's dead, no life in its core, burnt out and motionless.

No fool freely traverses this world, for the lack of motion has caused abnormalities of the strangest proportion. Creatures that were once calm and collective in their daily survival grew monsterously feral, beastial and violent.

The plants fight each other for every free space of land that is not traversed, creating a thick jungles of unknown plant life, the likes of which strangle and choke at each others thorn pressed stalks.

The grounds of this planet are rich in folliage, water runs in short, narrow streams as it rushes away from the ever chaotic animals and plant life, who hunger for its sustenance.

This planet is a living hell and paradise incarnate, one half a sweltering, tropical and violent hide of life, the other side, with no reach of the sun and countless years without light, a barren and frozen plane with no plant life and few beastial monstrosities to be feared.


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A few day ago a strange craft crashed into the planet, surviving the drop through its chemically imbalanced atomosphere and tearing throught the overgrown wilds to land in limbo, the border between the livng part of the world and the dead side.

Xenomorph life signs were detected on this craft as it rushed past observation node ****, at **/**/**. Two other craft were spotted shortly after this incedent, one matching Predator signatures, the other matching the mark of the U.S.S Colonial Marines [ship registered = unknown].


All hell has been expected to break loose on the planets surface, observation probes have been released into the atomoshpere to observe this rare spectacle and collect valuable data.

Log1 = Ongoing analysis/begun.

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He searched the air, sniffing in glee. All around him there were signs of life, some miles apart, some much closer. Ships had raced down into that fabled jungle, where screams had echoed for days.

Wagging his tail, Gaunt was excited at every prospect he could find in the air, what more however he wasn't alone this time, the scent of his newest friend and older sister, Iseijin, filled the air around him.

Turning to her he couldn't help but admire her advanced form, he had been seperated from his Hive for so long. He could hear her clearly, it was clear that there were in fact Predators and Humans, aswell as other unknown things, on this planet. He looked to her for insight, to the perspective of leadership and teamwork from eons ago that he had long forgotten through his lone wolf fights of survival.

He looked at her to remember home.


Off-topic: sorry this took me longer than usual to put up, I ate half way through and my computer switched off.

Emerging from his spacecraft bloodstriker looked around the wreckage and found his helm(which ill upload a photo of)and gathered his weapons.looking around his surrondings he noticed it was a living hell.A fire had started and the liquid from is ship was dripping towards it he started to run from the area and a exsplosion erupted from the spaceship.Stranded among the brush he looked up the planets history.Its name was arcadia 1176 its life forms were very hostile to any creature.Making a low clicking noise he cloaked and started his search for survival.

The shadows played with the lumbering mass of black, shades casting odd dances of light and lack thereof on the already deep color of the gleaming armor that covered in sleek plates over the hulking female’s body as she trudged elegantly through the thick vegetation in slow, calculated steps that did not hinder even as Iseijin approached by the smaller Gaunt and stood at his side. Her large, almost overgrown forearms, reminiscent of gauntlets, were planted perfectly side by side underneath her, whilst her back, slimmer legs stood apart, and the nearly impossibly long tail swaying soundlessly back and forth behind her.

Gaunt was a young drone; evident in the smoother features and less than matured characteristics - a stark contrast to the hulking veteran at his side. His enthusiasm was not shared by Iseijin, who merely stood silent and near stock still overlooking the overgrowth before them with mathematical precision, assessing the situation. Drones, like her young cohort, were prone to instictual impulses and more or less slaves to the hive-mind; though at times a few ascended beyond the linear mental path and managed to etch not only accumen, but deduction and its application thereof. An evolution in comprehension. Judgement. Iseijin was one of those ascended, and had a certain intuition towards the eager, young Gaunt that, perhaps, he too could be tempered with time, and evolve.

Only upward parting lips were required to inhale the sufficient air to pick up the faint, nigh indistiguishable traces of new scents and pheromones that had recently trickled in through the thickness of the jungle atmosphere these past couple of days, hardly a detail of note on a day to day basis, but triggering her instinct to investigate as whether these new visitants were enemies...

Iseijin hissed a low, rumbling sound that seeped into a whisping exhale of air.

Or hosts.

The cumbrous female snapped her direction to the side, banking down towards the denser line of the jungle right behind them, a soundless bite at the air signaling for Gaunt to follow her.

There will be situations like these where there's a great expanse of time between one post and another. Remember that we all live in different time zones, some more extended than others, and pace can be slowed. This - right here - is a good chance to practice 'solo' posting; this means you can focus more on the environment and sentiments of your character. Use these questions as practice for a 'solo' post: What is your character doing right now? How are they feeling about it? What is their current setting? Is the sun too bright for them? Is the temperature too cold? Do they like the smells around them? Details like these add more depth and life to a post because it's not always about what your character does, but how they react in the world around them.

Off topic: Gaunt is not classified as an alien drone, long ago I pondered over what his true form would be, if he ever fully developed.

His true form is that of a Xenomorph warrior and as such I took advantage of this and gave him hereditary traits that can be developed through the warriors pysiological caste (using information from the films, games and other sites that have theorised about the Xenomorphs).

As such to better condition him to fighting much larger foes (even an overgrown chestburster is still small sadly) I only went as far as to give him redundant life support organs, allowing him to regerate multiple times in battle (this was before the new class system).

He is a chestburster, a stalk, under estemated form of adolesence and, originally cowardice (chestbursters almost never end up in a fight, prefering to flee and wait until they have fully grown). This outlook that reflects the norm of young Xenomorph behaviour and mentality, in Gaunts case, has changed due to his own self developed mentality and over developed features (caused by the seperation from The Hive on multiple occassions).

Gaunt has been and is always being tempered with as a result, I've recorded events that have changed and defined him over time, there's still so much I could and might add.


As for the RPG tips you've given I thank you, it is rare that I find such useful reminders. I do always try to keep the most realistic descriptions and actions in my posts (though in retrospect these have just gotten me defeated, as not everyone will consider the many varied outcomes that can come from an action, or for some reason they just ignore them all together, though they probably view a chestbursters attacks, no matter where I hit them and how specific I am about it, insigificant).


I thought I should just clear that up a little, to say that the way I've developed my character is complex is an understatement, he has been chopped, changed and tweaked for years.


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On topic:


It was obvious to him that Iseijin was a dominant and very developed female, compared to his other sisters and brothers anyway. He had only really glimpsed such control and understanding before, a long time ago when he had last seen his Hive, the alpha males and females, along with few of their counter parts, showing self intellect and cohersing order through their new found self control, even while the Queen watched them.


He had never fully understood or been able to comprehend his own mind, let alone the minds of others, but he always gave things a good shot, years of solitude and slaughter had taught him to observe in a basic manner.

Gaunt hissed in responce to his sisters signal, he already moved to follow her advance. He compared the vegetation that streamed before him to that from a planet long ago, a planet where he had died. To say that he was embarrised everytime he remembered such things was an understatement, he felt completely ashamed of himself.

He saw it as a failure to The Hive every time. That he had failed to keep going in the past and though he technically did die, his biological traits made up for it, regerating his form from the smallest mass, re-empowering his life once more from the slightest conciousness he managed to hold, refusing to die.

Shaking his head to knock the memories away once more, he continued to pass through the parted trail of grass and strewn folliage that Iseijin had left behind her, she sped forwards just like the that wind hit his dome in the virolent ice grounds of his last endevour, how had managed to escaped that place was a feat that not many pulled off lightly, and he chuckled at the rememborance of that event.

The heat was intense, such warmth pleased him as he scuttled along the stricken vegetation and damp earth, shadowed by the clumbersom trees above that spired over all existence like mountains, fighting for the light.


Coming to a halt, he joined his sister who seemed to once again be assessing the environment around them. As he breathed he took in every thing around, the strangest sents and signals surrounded them. Turning his head to face her, Gaunt waited for Iseijin to finish her assessment, wagging his tail as he waited. He was excited and curious to see how far she could detect pheromones and intent on knowing what she would find out side his limited range, in the boundless jungles that bent around them.

I had Iseijin refer to Gaunt as a young drone because that's what he'll inevitably grow up to be. A chestbuster is, in technicality, a very young, underveloped future drone. Though I admit that in the way you described Gaunt now I see him more like a salamander, haha! Stubby little legs and a long body, with an overly big head.

The clearing of the jungle fared no better than its greener densities, only the thickness of the trees seemed to make any noticeable difference as they were miniscule fractions smaller than the larger variants and only decreased slightly as the two Xenomorphs neared the line, the sudden lack of trees altogether ending the border of the jungle that gave way to tall grasses that nearly engulfed Iseijin's form and gave no visage to the small Gaunt skittering behind her.

The female slowed to a stop, rearing to her hind legs where the crown of her elongated head peered over the canopy of the grass as she parted her lips to inhale the air and assess the scents through the various pheromone pits located right above the segmented rows of sharp teeth. Barely audible hissing slipped between her grit teeth, the sound softening to silence before she allowed her heavy upper body to slam back against the ground and continued in a light trotting pace further towards the east, back in the direction of the jungle thickness. The grass parted as the hulking beast trudged through, the shaking blades of grass creating scratching noises against each other - the smooth armor of the female allowed the grass to slip over without a single sound. Once in thinner beginning of the jungle there was another pause, the female xenomorph did not rear this time when she threw her had back to inhale and sniff the humid, thick air around them, and though she kept her pace her direction had shifted ever so lightly. They kept at the edge of the line between jungle and grassland but did not step fully into one or the other.

Iseijin had to ensure that these scents and tastes and noises - disturbances - were examined to their extent; her priority was the Hive, and thusly gave no concern as to whether young Gaunt kept up with her or not. She kept trotting on, her steps surprisingly soundless for her size, knowing Gaunt's small form would have him favor the trail she parted for him through the thick vegetation.

off topic:sorry about not replying for a while btw anyone seen or heard from jessie?
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On topic:As night was falling on arcadia 1176 bloodstriker was curiously watching two serpents walk through the brush he hesitated to give his postition he settled for going ahead a bit and setting up a torch and a spear trap he even set up a few laser mines.He then planted a camera to watch the action he then jumped a few miles away(like 3)and turned on his wristcomp to watch the fun unroll.

Nope, haven't seen Jesse. Would be fun to have him, though. Bloodstriker, if you don't mind I'll give you some help on how to improve your posting so that others can understand it better. This is not nit-picking, this is for reference and practice so if you don't care for the help in the future just tell me so and I'll stop. Remember, we cannot see what you see. You have a mental picture in mind of what's happening, but the rest of us cannot see that so you'll have to be specific on certain details so we're all on the same page and can react accordingly. It's the same scenario as having a blind friend and you're trying to tell him about a movie. As night was falling on arcadia 1176 bloodstriker was curiously watching two serpents walk through the brush... This is a good start; we know it's night-time and that gives us a setting to work with. We all know that it's night now - nobody can get it wrong. Remember to keep proper nouns (names) capitalized. We see Bloodstriker as close enough to see the serpents (Iseijin and Gaunt), but that doesn't tell us other important details such as how far away he really is, how well camoflauged he is (cloak?), whether he's on the ground or up a tree, and whether or not he can really see Gaunt at all - remember that he and I mentioned in our previous posts he's so small that the jungle vegetation is covering him well. That's a circumstance of environment you can work with. ...he hesitated to give his postition he settled for going ahead a bit and setting up a torch and a spear trap he even set up a few laser mines. Give us details to work with here. Again, there are no visual cues here that Gaunt and I could work with well. Bloodstriker seems to have set up traps, but that doesn't tell me much. Where are the traps located? How were they set up? What are they for; to incapacitate, trap, maim, or kill? Did he make some noise or was he silent? Your RP-mates need to know these details so they can assess the situation and know how to react. For example; if Bloodstriker, though stealthy as he was, made some noise, maybe Iseijin could've picked it up and know now where to go - but imagine this twist: Iseijin walks into the secondary trap because she followed the noise! And maybe if she manages to elude the first trap, then that's what the second's for! Imagine no one knows about Predators and their weaponry and what it does, or how they use it, or even why they use it; you need to tell us. He then planted a camera to watch the action he then jumped a few miles away(like 3)and turned on his wristcomp to watch the fun unroll. Where did he plant the camera? Up a tree, on a rock, on the ground? Details is not about writing prowess at all, though it's a confusion most people make, it's more about giving your comrade or opponents options. For example; Gaunt and Iseijin are currently walking at the border of a thick jungle and cleared grasslands, they are in neither one or the other. This opens up options for the other players; on one hand, if our opponent(s) were in the jungle side they may not end up seeing the Xenomorphs, on the other hand, if they're more in the grassland area they may very well see the movement of the grass and notice something is there. It's about balance. The jumping part had me a bit confused for a bit. Predators are known to jump far, but I don't think they can manage three miles' worth in a single leap; I think what you were trying to say is that he moved very fast to another location further away. Again, this can provide the rest of us options. If he had disturbed the area in some way, made some noise as he ran, others may have heard it and then it'd be their choice whether or not to do anything about it. He turned on his wristcomp that likely connects to the camera he set up to keep watch, I assume. However, that seems to be all and it leaves the post a bit lackluster. Bloodstriker has set up traps for Iseijin and Gaunt, but what has he done to ensure Gaunt and I walk towards those traps? You wouldn't think to catch fish without attracting them somehow, preferably with bait, so it's the same here. You have to think like a real predator now. "I want this to happen, but how do I make it happen?". I'm not suggesting to god-mod (take control of another person's character), but perhaps work with something to ensure it'll get our attention and increase the chances the RP deviates your way.

A sudden pause halted the hulking mass of female in her tracks, the taloned forefoot frozen in mid-step in the air with only the barest shift in movement coming from the ever so slight in and out of her torso as she breathed - the exchange of gasses helping with metabolism but not a requisite for survival; she mostly breathed because it ensured a constant supply of scents to analize. The alongated head cants just as minimally to the side, the upper lips quivering to keep the pheromone pits in her mouth moist so that the chemicals in the air could be better absorbed. A low snarl rumbled in her throat.

There had been a sudden intake of an unrecognizable oily scent around this area that did not belong to the planet's usual denizens. Which meant whatever source of this scent was it did not belong here. Iseijin kept her steady, barely noticeable breathing in the hopes that perhaps the winds would be favorable and better assertain the location of its origin.

The claw slowly, ever so slowly, lowered. The pads of the underside hardly making a disturbance as the limb settled underneath her again, the curled, sharp claws digging into the soft earth. The rest of her massive body followed as well; the elbow of that same limb folded, then the other arm, then both her knees tucking down as her long tail slightly curled to the side, the entirety of the xenomorph ending up crouched low to the ground and almost outright disappearing from physical view amidst the tall grass and the thickness of said vegetation.

Sight-seers needed to see with their eyes. Iseijin was devoiding them of that.

thank you for your obersavtion ill try to be more descrete about my imaging.

Seeing as his trap had failed he cloaked and went straight into the treetops switching between diffrent vision modes he mostly used the serpent vision to keep watch of the serpents.Stoping in a large vast area that was schorched and bare he would attempt to lure the serpents to the area and ambush them.Setting up a large animal corpse he had found he then set up laser nets into stationary guns he had setup.While during this time he covered up his scent with a rare liquid for hunts only.setting up the mines were to be difficult he decided to dig holes for them setting each mine in a hole he then activated each one for the slightest movement of the creatures pulling out is combistick and protacting his left claw he waited for the kill.

This night was strange, this night was silent.

Gaunt had lowered himself to the ground for the moment, stopping his bodys motion, keeping hesatant and still. Iseijin had lowered herself to the ground, she was checking the air, looking for something.

Breathing in Gaunt could taste it, some of the pheromones in the air had changed, they were different.

'Hmmm ... cloaked?'

Gaunt kept himself perfectly still while he ran a new found problem through his mind. He had taken in the pheromones, the scent of this anomalous disturbance, so he should of at least been able to see the source, but where?

Panning his head to scan the darkened area around he could pick out so many varied scents and trails, but not one single pheromone matching the one he had picked up.


The closest phemomone scent burned in his vision, a large object or creature
of some kind was brooding in the area ahead, just past the long grass in a scorched and crumbled den.

Turning to face Iseijin once again he saw that she was still assessing, still looking, but for what? He didn't fully understand why he was waiting, Gaunt saw a target, he saw that nothing else, barren rocks and plant life around it, lone prey waiting for the kill.


He crept to Iseijins side, moving along slowly and quietly, wind had started to howl through the air and shook the long grass around them in a frenzied dance. Directing his focus towards the unknown thing that seemed to hover several meters ahead, Gaunt let out a low hiss to Iseijin.


Gaunt started to slowly creep ahead of her, to get a better view.

Bloodstriker watched as a chestburster appeared from the grass.He reconised the chestburster making a low clicking noise he deactivated the mines he was to kill this 1 by himself.activating his plasmacanister he readyed and aimed at the chestburster.

suddenly he was being carried by a fucking giant bird(excuse my language i thought would make story better)as he was being carried toward a mountain range he manged to loosen the creatures grip enough so that he could get on top of it firing rapidly into its back killing it he was falling into the jungle bellow and his thoughts were(i almost had them).

Patience was a virtue.

For xenomorphs, however, it was more a way of life. They were known to spend enormous amounts of time, some expanding up to years, lying in wait for just the perfect moment to strike, and Iseijin would’ve suited her better to spend her time down low in the grass waiting, smelling these strange smells and figuring out what they could be, and thinking of thoughts that pertained parallel to its meaning. Just as soon as that strange oily scent had made itself known that the next breeze carried its complete opposite; nothing. There was a sudden lack of that scent altogether, which was a most unnerving detail. A lack of scent meant whatever they were tracking did not want to be tracked, meaning that what they were tracking was likely tracking them as well.

A threat.

Time, however, was a commodity the pair did not currently have – nor it seemed to be a value that Gaunt was aware of. The small creature had begun to creep ahead of her in his impatient zest and Iseijin did not care for it at all. Gaunt was too hasty.

The hulking female picked up the pace in the direction of a new scent that was even more disturbing that the sudden lack of the old one. The stench of rotting meat. The planet had its own native predators, large hairy beasts that fed upon the smaller, other hairy beasts, and provided to be suitable hosts, but these current characteristics meant that perhaps this new presence was not only just another predator, but a sentient one.

Sentients always made the best hosts.

The scorched area was naturally caused by volcanic activity that created deep craters and expanses of barren wasteland that didn’t seem to quite fit in amongst the otherwise overly lucious greenery of the jungle. At times these craters spewed red hot molten rock or pools of gurgling magma, and other times these craters slept for long periods of time and allowed the lava to cool and create misshappen, gnarled scars along the edges. The craters had been asleep for a long time and will not wake. The grass thinned and became smaller the closer she neared to that area until her taloned claws were stepping on a carpet of moss-like herbs that eventually yielded to a field of volcanic ash. Each step puffed a burst of ashy dust up in the air to her knees that was quickly brushed away by the slightest breeze, and the closer she stepped towards the edge the harder the ash became before soon stepping on actual rock. And that was all the earth was from then on, just rock and hard slabs of stone.

Iseijin paused, overlooking at an edge of a short cliff wall that yielded to the craters below, and it was there the winds carried that smell of rot that further confirmed the location of a kill site. That any predatory animal would take their meal to this location was unusual, but she was not here to be curious, she was here to find this clever sentient that sought to perhaps hide this kill of theirs from other beasts. And welcome it to the fold of the Hive. A sharp, taloned claw made its first descent into the crater—

A sudden commition of sound snapped her head in the direction of the disturbance while at the same time crouching low to the ground in preparation to either attack or flee. Sweat, adrenaline, scents of chemicals she could not recognize along those that she did – newcomer and familiar, respectively – assaulted her pits and sent frenzied messages. And one message amongst them was clear: this was a danger that was not prudent to be involved in.

Iseijin thrust her neck out with a hiss, mouth opened wide to almost literally scoop up the eager chestbuster as she stood and pushed herself forward in locomotion in one swift movement; from an inactive crouch to a paced trot from the get-go. Her secondary, smaller pair of jaws had clamped on the soft hide with enough strength to ensure a hold, but not so tight that it needlessly damaged him – and then it began to pull back. Her mouth was kept agape to better relax her throat as her secondary jaws dragged the squirming Gaunt further down her throat, and when that little thing was almost halfway in she paused just long enough to toss her head back a couple of times and swallow him whole amidst moist, sickening sounds of spit, muscles contracting, and gagging breaths. Unorthodox as this method was it not only ensured that Gaunt would keep up with her – since he was literally in tow – but that he would be kept safe until reaching a more suitable destination. Other xenomorphs had used similar methods, becoming temporary traveling hosts for their hive’s chestbursters, to more easily, and quickly, spread the infestation around their newfound territories, only allowing them freedom once a suitable location was found that the young parasites could thrive in and ensure survival.

One minute it was barren, dusty and cool, the next it was all dark, steamed and moist.

Gaunt now gripped to the muscular tubing that surrounded him, not tight enough to tear or damage any of Iseijins muscular structure, but not lax enough that he would slip down and into the hulking Xenomorphs stomach.

He held himself steady as he calmed his body down, the realisation of his situation was a blessing, he had forgotten about the minor nerve damage that it seemed he was still recovering from after the barren ice shotgun incident, it seemed his body did hack jobs when it came to regenerating, leaving minor problems to last.

Now ordinarily Gaunt didn't have much bother being eaten, it just made it easyier for him to kill his foes. On the other hand he had never been eaten by a member of his Hive before, coupled with his bodys constant tweak and repair method and he was fairly edgy when he was swallowed as a result, it was something that he had never seen or been a part of before.

It was a good thing that he realised where he was, inside Iseijins body, he had a habit of tearing through flesh and destroying organs when it came to being eaten and it would of been irredeamable to do such a thing to his older sister, such a thing would of been a scarring and upsetting mistake to make.


Holding himself up with his claws he tried to locate exactly where he was inside Iseijin, as he looked besides himself pheromones and spores drifted down towards him from above and passed into his vision, absorbed into his airways he could vaguely see everything Iseijin could see, he was lodged at the base of her throat.

Gaunt had now grasped onto what Iseijin had done, carrying him inside herself made the hunt easier for her and also protected him at the same time. This was a careful and controlled feat, which no other Xenomorph had done for him in his entire existence.

Grinning in realisation of this act of kindness, Gaunt wagged his tail and started tickling Iseijins throat, he felt humbled in a way and wanted to return the favour in some small part.


While he held himself steady he took the time to remember what he saw when he went to get a closer look at that unknown creature, before that thing with wings hit the tree and collided with the, thing, the light, that ...

'Predator'

The image came to his mind, the red aiming laser that had assended from the trees above towards his position, the hidden form, it was a Yautja that gave off the unknown pheromones, a Yautja that was attempting to hunt both Iseijin and him, and the Yautja that was now most probably being searched for by the unaware Iseijin.

Pressing his tail behind him, Gaunt started to climb up Iseijins throat, he hissed as he did, trying to pass on the information that he had, he clambered up and into her mouth, hissing through her teeth, pressing back on her inner jaw that nipped at his tail, as if it were trying to drag him back down and into her throat once more.


Gaunt screeched his information to Iseijin, like a baby chick that crys out to its mother.

Iseijin contorted her mouth and lips with every needless squirm and twitch in her throat caused by Gaunt, not at all pleased with his incessant moving. These new generation of chestbursters were too jumpy. Keeping him in her throat assured safety and a swift escape should she need to regurgitate him back out quickly, but at times entertained the notion of perhaps swallowing him all the way down to her gullet would be a better option if it meant not feeling him twist around so much. The digestive acids were about to par with the acidity of their blood so it wouldn’t necessarily hurt the chestburster. It was a necessity to keep Gaunt alive. A chestburster lost was a lost soldier of the Hive – and it was imperative that the Hive survive. The priorities were twofold; keep Gaunt alive to the best of her ability and responsibility, and ensare that sentient.

Whatever had fallen from the sky had fallen further into the jungle, almost in the thicket where bushes were more plentiful than trees, but either variety of vegetation would’ve meant little impass to the swift mass of blackness that made its way through the underbush with determination and certain steps that could slow down even the native predatory beasts, each bounding leap almost a length of her body and tail.

It was not the coiling vines or the upturned roots that suddenly gave pause to Iseijin, it was the ever squirming Gaunt and his insistent hissing. She almost screeched to a halt when she felt him slamming against the back of her teeth and threatening to burst between them as he had done to the chest of his host. Snarls and hisses of displeasure were accompanied with a couple of swipes in the air to further emphasize her sentiment, giving a few shakes of the head for good measure, but eventually yielded and released the hold of her secondary jaw while her maw parted wide so that Gaunt could jump out, glistening drool that had collected in her mouth seeping in between the cracks of her teeth and dribbling down her neck. Instead she was met with chirps that carried an undertone of concern towards her current target. Iseijin snapped her teeth once – with care to not actually bite down on Gaunt – and tossed her head downwards at the same time her throat muscles contracted and heaved the chestburster out with a disgusting sound that was akin to a blend between a gag and a burp and plopped him in between her front claws.

The female xenomorph stepped over the drooled chestburster to continue her hunt, weaving in between the thick jungle in the dead of night towards the direction of where this sentient had fallen. Her instinct overshadowed her judgement. Danger was a secondary priority to be concerned about when there lure of a potential future host was greater.

off topic: sorry for being late to the party but i was busy so now i'm here
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on topic: after the ship crashes and slides to a stop the crew are tossed around and some fall onto sharp pieces of broken steel beams and thing and some have shards of steel hit them and the shard go right through them and stick out their fronts or backs depends on the direction the shard came into their bodies and jesse is tossed out of his seat and behind of crates and they pile onto him and he lays there out cold as the ships slows down and come to a stop.

and sits there in a smoldering wreck and jesse come to and climbs out of the wreckage of the uss normandy's blade and surveys the area and walks around and sees the crew are mutilated and torn to peices obviously from the wreckage and impact of the crash and rolls his shoulders cause they were feeling tight and arrives at the armory on the ship and pries open the door and sees a few of his friends impaled by sharpened pieces of steel beams and he approaches his friend that was half apache and takes his knife cause his was lost and straps it to his thigh and does sees what he has to work with and finds a shotgun with 45 shells and a pistol with 50 clips and a few grenades and mutters to himself about not haveing a pulse rifle availabe and just treks through the rest of the wreckage.


then he emerges from it and looks around to see a jungle planet and starts to trek through the jungle not knowing what to expect and not knowing what will happen and his head remains on a swivel and his senses sharp alert to anything ready for anything and then he forgot a motion sensor and curses and heads back then trips on a dead marine that must have survived the crash but died shortly after and finds a pulse rifle and a motion sensor and thanks the heavens for his luck and keeps walking around and tries to get ahold of command "marins command this is seargent jesse james do you copy....marine command come in do you read me wy aren't they answering" he mutters to himself and sits down and rests for abit "marine fleet command come in this is seargent jese james the normady's blade is down on a jungle planet i need evac at once" hears static and sighs and just rests for awhile and get his barrings and find out how to get ahold of command.

as he hears animals all over the place and remembers what his japanese friend taught him about how the samurai would calm them selves and he does so and lets the quietnesss of the forest sweep over him and he feels himself calm down and his mind is able to think clearly.

Despite his now sickly situation, Gaunt was stil happy with his recent actions, even if they did annoy Iseijin slightly. He grinned to himself, even while he lay in a puddle of drool, covered in grass, crumbled earth and leaves, from where he was honked up by his older sister.

That she had just dumped him there and moved on, leaving him in a mess, he didn't particularly care, he had passed on his information and that was all that mattered, for the moment at least.

It would be vital for him to check information was passed from him to Iseijin, they were after all very far away from their Hive, way out of the proximity of the mind of their Hives Queen, with no telepathic link for easy communication, they had to rely on their own wits out on this planet.

Shaking his body, he had some difficulty cleaning himself off, the resinous drool that covered him had partially solidified in the cold, crisp winds of the night, sticking to Gaunt like a mass of spiders webs. Regardless, he proceeded to follow the path that Iseijin was continuously weaving ahead, through the dense, pitch black of the ominous jungle.

If Iseijin was going to hunt successfully then she'd need a back up plan, though she probably doubted Gaunts abilities, on account of his size and brash nature. He knew however that he'd be able to at least face down the Yautja they now hunted, mabey even heavily wound it, if chance permitted, he'd done it before, and when the time came he would so again, he had to, he was her only back up, and vice versa.

As he caught up to the lumbering Xenomorph, who had tred so elegantly and so far ahead, Gaunt picked up onto yet more pheromones. The wildlife on this planet is so varied, it has so much potential, yet more intrestingly signatures that he had been keeping constant track of, overtime, had been fluctuating. The wildlife seemed to be constantly changing, and evolving, at a rate that seemed to surpace even some Xenomorphic castes.

He took in deep breaths while he moved, absorbing more of the local pheromones, he could see them fluctuate and change, so much in such short time, they fasinated him wildly, he looked around himself with anticipation and excitement. Gaunt continued to advance, following the hulking yet graceful Iseijin, who still tracked the trail of the sentient being, she was focused and she wasn't going to stop, she had fixed onto the scent, and she probably wasn't going to let it go.

It was an awkward scent, and to a Xenomorph it became an irresistible thing, a thing that had to be hunted, to be removed, to be cleansed. The scent of an active foe, a danger, a threat, the scent of a Predator.

off topic jesse i think we on a team dunno.
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Waking up to the crunching of leaves Bloodstriker awakened from his coma he noticed at first his combistick inches from his head he pulled it free and cloaked he then jumped to the trees and brought out a maul.Being a master of weapons and smithing had its perks he switched to alien vision modeand wait forthe serpents he set up mines around the permeiter andhe picked upthe frecuncy of a marine.

hears the sound of something walking through the brush and readies his pulse rifle and scans the area not knowing what's going on he flicks the safety off and readies it and then sits on a root of a tree that was sticking out of the ground and keeps his gun ready and his guard up ready for anything

The rustling of leaves was barely heard amidst the jungle orchestra of the nocturnal native animals; chirps being responded with the occasional hoot, then preceded by a distant bray. Every breeze made the vegetation whistle and scratch, which hid the beast's approach.

Iseijin stepped through past a thicket of bushes, the foliage hardly providing cover for the hulking mass of blackness as it made its way further into the clearing. It was lusher than the grassland, still very much part of the jungle, but the trees were slightly thinner in this part; younger specimens. This was the place the sentient had fallen. The xenomorph halts momentarily, lips parting upwards as she throws her head back and inspects the air. The animals' bioelectric fields made it difficult to rely solely on that attribute to pin-point for what she was looking for because she didn't even know what it looked like. Bioelectrical fields gave minuscule, faint outlines of that creature's size and relative shape so that xenomorphs could judge on their own accord if their opponent was a feasible match or require hive-mates to take it down. That's why pheromones alone was not a reliable source to track prey with; scents did not inform of any physical attribute, only chemical components. Pheromones aided in narrowing down where this sentient could be hiding, somewhere in this area, but she had to compliment it with the bioelectrical readings she picked up to try and match it to her quarry - and discard those that did not belong.

There were too many small, skittering animals, and flying ones, and large, grazing ones, to quickly make sense of all the information she was being bombarded with. Iseijin was remarkably intelligent for a xenomorph, but she was still just that, a xenomorph, and hindered by the limitations it implied. Though she could think she had to, at times such as this, stop and think…

…leaving her exposed.

Some things in life are obvious, some are not.

To Gaunt everything around him screamed with vibrance and majesty the likes of which he had never seen, it was obvious to him that he was in a dangerous place, a place that grew and changed daily, home and shelter to its own monsterous kin.

With the winds that bellowed around him he though once that the jungle itself was living, as it bent around him like a fire bends around the flesh of its victim, almost suffocating his very existence and threatening to snuff him out forever.

On the other hand It had taken him a great deal of time to realise what he was capable of, thought that was a trial of which lasted many years. It had been obvious since he began this hunt that his older sister, Iseijin, was in a league of intellect and awareness far great than his own, with a tactical insight that picked every bit of the jungle apart like it was no more than a puzzle, putting the pieces back together and mapping every single organism.

As he trudged forwards once more along the path she efortlessly spun he observed something, something he initially missed. There was a pheromone trail, it leaked with a strange hubris, it glimmered like something he had seen before, familiar, yet new.

Comparing it to the other trails around him he could see a promising sign, while all the other pheromone trails fluctuated, while all the ever changing creatures darted around him, hundreds of tiny and gigantic unknown organisms slipped his eyes, but this one trail didn't fluctuate, it kept its shape, its radiant colour, and, more intrestingly, it was keeping its position.

He turned his head to face Iseijin, she breathed heavily, she lay stationary, but was she yet again assessing the situation? Or was there something else?

Gaunt kept the scent he had picked in his eye, it still radiated a beautiful light blue, maintaining a rough outline of the object or creature that gave it off. Whether Iseijin had yet to see this pheromone trail he wasn't certain, all he knew was that she would still be intent on finding the Predator that they currently hunted.

Gaunt knew that just the pheromone trail alone would not persuade his older sister to check its location, she hunted for sentience, for intelligent prey, and a non fluctuating trail proved nothing of sentience or intellect, actions proved that.

He hesitated to move for a moment, passing a choice through his head. Gaunt wanted to see this new prey that he had caught in his eye, to hunt it, to possibly wound it for a host, if he could refrain from his more animalistic instincts. But at the same time willed himself not to split from his sister, to split while hunting a Yautja, a Predator, would be foolish, it was a selfish action that could easily end them both.

He decided that he would buy his time, for now, and keep the pheromone trail in view, it was very strange to him, it had a feel of familiarity, of something he had seen or met before. Sooner or later, he would track the scent, but not now.

He scuttled along to Iseijins side, curling around in the short grass that padded around his feet. He waited for her to finish whatever she was doing, for he could not read minds and would have to be patient, until she gave a signal to continue he wouldn't leave her side.

jesse sighs a relief when he sees it's just a fox and settles down and looks around and closes his eyes and enjoys the quietness, and stillness of the forest. but the moment is ruined when he opens his eyes and sees something shimmer and picks up his pulse rifle and looks around and recognizes the shimmer meaning a predator is cloaked and thinks that the shimmering figure that moved was a predator cloaked and then he makes his way into the brush and then stops as the figure stand there infront of him and it looks down at him and uncloaks and when he notices it didn't try to attack him means it isn't his enemy and lowers his rifle "what do you want?" he asks the predator as he stands there looking at it wondering why it didn't attack him unless it had a good reason