It's been awhile now but Super still felt the electricity of the other youngbloods. Just like Super,this was their first group hunt.They were also interested in the stories told by older brothers and sisters. Even youngbloods would share their stories of close calls, trophies gained and scars made.Super was no different from them, telling them of his first hunt, his injured eye and a few other scars.

Super decided to work on a combi-stick. The tribe Super came from had always made it a point to make their own combi-sticks, and super would do the same.So far it was looking good but it wasn't useable yet. Super knew that the hunt wouldn't begin for a while now so he went to a fellow brother and sparred with him more.

"Sir you've been requested on the bridge" A deck crew member said coming up to Peterson. "Understood carry on crewmen" Peterson said before walking to the lift. "Bridge" He said to the computer inside the lift, Five minutes later the lift doors opened and he walked out of the lift onto the battle bridge of the Vae Victus, "Status report" he demanded before sitting in the captains chair. "Sir we've tracked the signal of the Titiania to the planet side where we believe she landed, we still have not made any contact with the crew, command has given Alpha Draconis Authorization for ground landing" a bridge officer said while Peterson rubbed his forehead, "Awesome so command says fuck us and now apperently that we're going into the thick of some unknown planet with little to no intel. Alright Mebber go get suited up we're going in" He said before turning on the ships communication system. "Attention all personnel this is Lieutenant Peterson, We are going planet side, all combat teams are to be prepped and standing by drop bay 02 in fifteen minutes, Dropships 126 and 127 will be active for the drop, APC 12 and APC 15 will be the operational vehicles. APC 12 will be the command APC, that is all Peterson out" with that he closed the comm channel and walked off the bridge to the Officers weapons room.


Nodding at a couple of other Lieutenants Peterson went to his locker and took off his cammo that he had been wearing since they left Headquarters. Pulling an old battle worn set out he began to get suited up, smelling the years of combined combat in his cammies was something to behold, call it luck but every battle he had seen was this set of cammies, every time out these cammies always brought him back. Next he pulled his armor out of the locker, stained with blood from multiple foes, those of human and alien origin alike, grunting as he tightened the straps on his combat armor, he carefully placed a dip of chewing tobacco in his lip. Checking his pistol one last time he looked at his helmet sitting alone in his locker with his cammies, Sighing to himself he spit on the ground, and locked his locker.


Walking to the Armory Peterson went to his weapon rack at the head of the armory, Sitting in perfect clean order was his pulse rifle and grenade launcher. Slinging his grenade launcher to his back and grabbed his pulse rifle.


Standing in front of the dropship Peterson waited as his troops gathered in formation in front of the two APC's. "And so it begins" He thought to himself.

What started out as an organized march of silent killers had turned into a pack of hunters noisily loafing about in the jungle. The uneasiness of the less experienced hunters was fairly apparent, many had split off on their own, forming small groups. Some began to spar with one another, others scaled trees to gain a better outlook on the surrounding wilderness. Predatorv2 gazed upon the spectacle, he hadn't payed much attention to his fellow comrades until now. His mind was still clouded from the jet lag of his entry.

Predatorv2's gaze suddenly fell onto the group's unpronounced leader: Death Drop. Predatorv2 was well aware of their leader's on going condition. It was obvious Death Drop was fighting off the ill effects of some sort of drug. How unfortunate such a proud warrior fell into that sort of thing, however it was not uncommon among the veteran hunters. Especially with Death Drop's history, Predatorv2 could understand his behavior even if he didn't approve. Death Drop's prowess in battle was not to be underestimated, he was a deadly hunter. One that Predatorv2 respected, although the drug use always bothered him more than others felt was necessary, which lead Predatorv2 to be at ends with Death Drop at times.

Back into the dense undergrowth of the jungle Tawganator continued to make his way east towards the crash site of the Titannia where it's injured and crew is trying to control it's frightened and confused passengers. Tawganator climbs over a fallen tree to come into view of "The Hole" a depression in the jungle landscape that over thousands of years has turned into a shadowy swamp roughly 5 miles in diameter. It is not the safest route but it is the quickest when properly traversed. Tawganator takes a short moment before heading in.

The Hole can be a dangerous place for the unprepared even to a Xenomorph. It contains deep dark waters, rotten trees with branches that could collapse without notice, and is home to a moth like insect that secretes poison from its abdomen. But most dangerous of all is its hidden bogs that can suck an unsuspecting wanderer to his death in a matter of minutes without help. Despite its dangers a Xeno can move much faster in here in its dark watered veins and sparsely distributed dry patches of land. As long as Tawganator can avoid its dangers he can make it to the other side in a few hours.

Lying only 8.5 miles beyond The Hole is the Titannia where some of its passengers are beginning to wander off outside the ship.

Concretehunt could see Predatorv2's anguish. Concrete used to be the first one off and running ahead of everyone just to get a kill in and play hunter for a day. But no. It supprises even him how some of the youngbloods here got there dreads. Maybe it is the lack of women. Nowhere to put there energys. Concrete had a quiet laugh to himself.

"Sir, We cant have half the forest knowing of our presence"

Concrete latched the maul onto his back.

"How did these youngbloods make it out the the trials alive?"

FireHunter lurked through the thick jungle, wiry branches snapped as its mighty weight crushed them like twigs. It could sense its brethren shifting almost cat-like through the jungles on either side of it, and it could also sense the faintest trails of a pheromone that was embedded in its very DNA, the Hunters, Yautja, were here too, just as they were ten years ago.

FireHunter bellowed louder than before, strange birds fled the jungles for the safety of the skies and various small creatures scattered at the sound, and FireHunter pushed forward through the dense foliage. Unlike its lithe brethren, FireHunter was forced to push through the jungle, instead of slip between the trees and branches, long, powerful arms pushed thick branches out of the way and snapped smaller the smaller branches. Its pace may have been slow, but soon it reached a small patch of grassland, and to the right was a large, metal construct that appeared to have been torn from a larger construct.

It stank of humans, and there were human sounds of sorrow and pain emanating from within.

FireHunter's upper lip pulled up and it approached the small metal construct, the sounds from within got louder, and FireHunter jumped on top of the construct, which buckled slightly under its weight and the human noises stopped. FireHunter jumped down and turned to see that the construct was open on one side, and there was a human curled up, naked, crying next to another, albeit dead human. There were tatters of mattress lying everywhere, and FireHunter approached the human, who tried to escape the ten-foot demon approaching her, but to no avail, FireHunter lifted the small, female human up around the torso with one huge hand. She struggled and fought, trying to escape the black creature holding her up, and she felt its hand tighten around her torso, she could hardly breathe anymore, and so she passed out. FireHunter dropped the woman, knowing through the Hive's synapse that there was a drone not far away coming to take the soon-to-be host back to the Hive.

FireHunter growled, irritated that it couldn't kill her, irritated that one of the humans had already been killed, cut clean in half by a fallen piece of metal. FireHunter continued on its way, towards more humans and quite possibly, Hunters.

Taking a moment to take in what concrete said, Dark cloaked himself and followed deathdrop and concrete, unsheathing his wrist blades, Dark activated his thermal imaging and jumped on to a high tree to survey the area.

Deathdrop scanned the jungle. No large animals, despite the commotion the Yautja had caused so far. No bones, either, or signs of a struggle. Experience had taught him that the fewer signs there were of Xenomorphs, the more likely it was that there WERE Xenomorphs. The bastards were notorious for covering their tracks.

"And here we are, sparring and tree-climbing" he thought, his head aching at the thought of how many would die before the day was through. To focus, he thought of the old saying his Father used to have.

"You can lose your blade; The Xenomorph will always have his claws. Your caster can break; The Xenomorph always has his fangs. You-"

*CRACK*

Fuck! If not for the hangover, he would have blasted everything around him into pulp. He looked down at the blackened little thing he had stepped on. Probably a tree branch. Weird looking thing, though. All bent and burnt and squishy... And bloody...

Kneeling down for a closer look, he examined the "branch." That was not the crack of wood, but the crack of bone. It was an arm. A burnt, 5-fingered arm. Too small and soft to be Yautja, which meant...

"PredatorV2," said Deathdrop over the private comm-link, "I need to speak with you immediately."

Concrete felt hunger, not the normal hunger. But a deep hunger. A burrowing hunger digging deep inside him. Concrete forgot to eat before the hunt. Now he is stuck here for god knows how long with little to no rations.

"Since noone seams to want to talk to eachother, I say we check the topography of the area"

Concrete check's his helm for information about the area.

"I say we head west" Concrete was angered that he had to take charge over the elders lack of leadership, Deathdrop had obvious alements. It is no good for me to lead the youngbloods, It is not good for the team as a whole.

"Dont get yourselv-" Concretes foot fell onto a hard peice of metal, Strange, This plannet is not terraformed. Best not to get the youngbloods exited, it might be a peice of our pods.

No, This was not the same material.

"Tita" Concrete wispered to himself, The language was human. The metal was still warm.

Concrete sets up a private line with Deathdrop.

"Ive found remnants of a ship, Human origin. Fresh, That flash i saw was on the western horizon, It may lead us to something"

Predatorv2 broke his contemplation of the current predicament unfolding before him. He focused his attention onto a figure that approached him. It was concretehunter; a seasoned hunter who was visibly distraught by the behavior of his brethren. Concretehunter was no young blood; one could easily tell by his demeanor. He'd experienced the harshness of combat, concretehunter had much to learn still, but he was on his way to being a deadly and well respected hunter...If he survived

Predatorv2 took heed of concretehunter's first comment. He approached the nearest youth who unfortunately for the inexperienced fool was making the most disturbance in the jungle. Predatorv2 recoiled his large clawed fist and slammed it into the chest of the youth, sending the poor creature soaring into the nearest tree. This sudden turn of events caught the attention of the rest of the young bloods settling them and making the jungle silent once more. Predatorv2 focused his gaze on concretehunter. "I'm unaware how some of these foolish creatures were able to make it this far", shaking his head in the process of delivering the statement.

Predatorv2's mask suddenly awoke. The communications devise inside the mask crackled to life. Death Drop's words resonated inside, he needed to speak to Predatorv2 urgently. Predatorv2 had lost track of the group's leader. He scanned the jungle for Death Drop's location, Death Drop was only a meter or two ahead of the group. From what Predatorv2 could register he was inspecting something in his claws. Predatorv2 stood beside Death Drop, it took a few seconds before he deciphered what Death Drop was holding. "Humans?" Predatorv2 questioningly answered back, using the secured comms.

Just like the other youngbloods, Super went quiet at the sight of the youngblood hitting the tree. Despite being older, an elder yautja was not to be angered otherwise you would soon learn why. Super decided to speak of hunting tactics with the others. Super tried to find Dark, a brother who was
both a youngblood and part of his clan. He asked around, apparently Dark is traveling with the elders.

Super would have done the same but he wanted to better himself before the hunt began. Super had been in many battles, once even killing a xenomorph. He even fought another brother but he didn't kill the yautja.Now, all the youngbloods wouldn't make a sound. It was better but in a way, the tension increased.

The brush bent over him like a blanket, a seemingly endless, green blanket.

Gaunt's form gleamed in comparison to the rich greenery of the foliage that ingulfed him, pressing forwards at a constant and agile speed, he dashed through the leaves and decedant grounds like a small gust of wind, a delicate breeze.

He vision was becoming smogged and hazy, lazy, off-track, some of the pheremones that he had picked up in motion had become more vibrant, where some trails had failed and faded, others, new and refrshing shone in his view.

Stopping at the base of a lumbering tree, he clutched into its base with his claws, clambering up at a slow and steady pace, working his way to a perpectuate angle, from where he might refresh his view.


As the chestburster dangled its head back the contours of his own position and reality set in motion, he could sense his progress, FireHunter's scent was quickly becoming too faint for him to track directly, and he panned his head to fix on the monsterous Alphas location, grasping its direction with a sightless gaze.


Turning his form around to take a dive off the horizontal bark base which he now held to, Gaunt caught another, a more friendly scent entering his mind as he turned to see the source. War leapt out of a canopy brush above, powering down onto the side of the same tree that he clasped too.

His inner jaw stretched out of his mouth for a moment, salvating the air around, taking in any last pheremones. Gaunt gave War a hint of focus, grinning in a twisted way as he let out a low and silent hiss to War, bowing his head up and down to greet him, before turning his focus back to FireHunter's last position.


Letting his claws loose, he fell, slamming onto the ground below with ease, his claws digging in and churning up the soft, decaying floor of moss and stone on impact, his tail curling around and behind him as saliva started to drip from his lips.

Gaunt let out a courtious hiss to War, signalling further advancement before valting forwards, once again streaking himself down through the dense foliage of the jungle, desending through at a slightly more controlled pace than before, making his way back off towards FireHunter latest position, and closer to the soon to be found Human ship.

Concrete had a small sigh of releif as he noticed PredatorV2 quieten the youngbloods, A small hope inside him wished some day he would have the same leadership qualitys, Until then there is still the human problem.

Concrete desided to take his mask off for some fresh air. His mandibles stretched in the soft breeze. An unscarred face was exposed. The air was thick and slightly cold. A small rations pouch was in the side of Concretes pod, He walked over and ate, But this was no meal. This could not help his hunger, His ever deepening hunger.

He ran his hands through his dreads and realigned some of the lose rings. Concrete had never been one to like the mask, Its stuffy and restricting. He likes to sniff the air, Breathe real air.

Concrete saw PredatorV2 move towards Deathdrop, Concrete stands up to do the same. A Youngblood trys to follow but Concrete extends his hand to stop him.

As Concrete aproaches Deathdrop there apears to be something in his hand, Something bloody and burned. Ignoring that concrete crouches next to Deathdrop and shows him the ship part he found.

"The Youngbloods are impatient, I can send them on an erand while you sort the situation" Concrete said, Secretly wishing he could send the youngbloods to get some food.

As the other Yautja talked Dark kept cycling through vision modes as he surveyed the area, when he had switched to techno vision, he saw something that nearly made him fall out of the tree, a human ship.
Dark sent an alert to every Yautja below and wondering:How the fuck did they get here.

Every step that Tawganator made released the gases that have been built up from decaying vegetation and what ever may have died here in The Hole. It would take awhile for Tawganator to adjust to the smells that hold heavy in the air as it can mess with a Xenomorph's senses. The stench makes it like walking through fog. *Squelch!* Tawganator has unwittingly stepped into a bog that was hidden just below the watery surface of the swamp and begins to struggle. The more he tries to get out the faster it seems to swallow him. Tawganator releases a defying scream convinced that this bog will be what denies him his Hive.

As Tawganator's upper torso starts to be engulfed by the hungry bog he feels a solidness from below with his right foot. He clenches onto the unknown object with his feet and pushes himself up. No longer sinking, Tawganator grasps his senses and is once again in self control. Just managing to turn himself around to back the way he came in and using what little body he had left above the bog. He spreads himself over its surface and slowly lift the rest of his body up from the bog that continues to fight him at every step of the way.

Tawganator extends his arm and grabs an unearthed root from a nearby tree and with his draining strength pulls himself to safety. Taking a moment to recover, Tawganator realises that his senses have now finally adapted to smells of The Hole. He can now clearly identify the presence of bogs without the need to step in one like before. After 10 minutes of laying there in the shallow waters of the swamp, Tawganator rises and continues on course via the deeper waters of The Hole where the bogs are not found.

After navigating his way through the swamp, Tawganator finally puts The Hole behind him and once again enters the jungle on his mission to gather Hosts for his Hive.

Deathdrop turned to Concretehunter.

"Get them to scout the perimeter. Anything strange get reported to me immediately."

"...Xenomorphs?" Concretehunter asked.

"Anything that isn't one of us!" Deathdrop snapped.

Concretehunter nodded and set off. PredatorV2 waited until he was out of sight.

"He knows something's wrong."

"Bastard knows a lot." Deathdrop snorted.

"Exactly," said PredatorV2, "He could be an asset if things get... complicated."

Deathdrop nodded, then returned to studying the burns. "This fell out of the sky. Crash landing. PredatorV2, there's a human ship on this planet."

"Humans"....Humans had the uncanny ability to make things difficult. Ordinarily Predatorv2 had no qualms with killing them, however most hunts he didn't have a dozen young bloods to over see. The thought of abandoning the young bloods had occurred to him. Predatorv2 couldn't risk any more of their technology being captured by the humans. Options seemed to be fairly limited at this point, the pack would need to proceed with extreme caution. Predatorv2 studied his sat-com. During entry he was able to take a few short scans, roughly a twenty mile radius. The terrain was treacherous even by his standards, too rough for injured humans to cover any ground worth noting.

Predatorv2 peered up from his sat-com interface, "Strange, this is uncharted territory for humans, this planet is not located in the usual channels they travel." Predatorv2 paused, "We might be dealing with a scouting party. Lightly armed, no potential threat." Predatorv2 gazed at his display once more studying the environment surrounding them. "What we need to worry about is the distress call the humans are sending, and what that call will bring us.", Predatorv2's voice boomed through the comms. "Whatever we decide to do Deathdrop we need to do it, Now."

Dark jumped down to the elders and started to panick at the sight of the humans while deathdrop and predator v2 discussed how did they get here dark had never faced humans and had never seen their ships before.

Concrete turned to the youngbloods.

"All of you, Here. Now"

The youngbloods imedietly came infront of him. It is hard to tell fear through there masks.

"Survey the surrounding area, Tell me and soley me of anything going on around here. Use a private commlink, Am i clear!"

The youngbloods cloaked and returned to the tree's as Concrete put his mask back on. Why did we have to bring youngbloods here so close to mating season.

Super was jumping through the trees. Anything he found, he would have to tell his superiors. Super saw nothing but fallen branches. He found edible berries as well. Super decided to gather some for his brothers, he wasn't blind to how his brothers rationed their food.

Super found more pieces of metal. Super made sure not to trip over them, they were dangerous to be around for the unprepared Hunter. Super saw a bizzare sight, it was black as if it was charred by fire. Super closer inspected it closer. It was the skeleton of a human. Super called concrete on a private line. "Concrete, I found the skeleton, of a human. I'll send you the coordinates now."