FireHunter pushed its way towards the crash site, making no effort to be stealthy, a thunderous, booming roar emanated from its throat as it came running from the jungle and slammed into a pair of soldiers that didn't even have the time to fire before the 1200 pound biological locomotive crushed them under its feet, the sickening sound of breaking bones, squelching flesh and a short-lived scream cut through every other noise in the area momentarily.

FireHunter could smell the hunters, they were nearby, their scent drove it mad with bloodlust, a huge paw swung out and caught another man in the chin, his head came straight off with a splat and vanished into the jungle. By this time the gunfire started and FireHunter remembered its tiny brood-mate clinging onto its arm like a hellish snake, knowing that gunfire could kill Gaunt very quickly, FireHunter ran back to the trees, in order to set its passenger down safely to continue its killing spree.

FireHunter could hear one of the trampled men still screaming and gurgling, he wasn't dead, even after being hit by 1200 pounds of muscle and chitin. FireHunter grinned again, knowing that this was a potential host if they could retrieve him quickly enough.

Tawganator was almost back to the Hive. He had noticed the increase in pheromones coming from his brothers and sisters as they dashed past him towards the crash site. The smell of humans has set them into an anxious state and they were clearly eager to find some.

As Tawganator got closer to the Hive with the human he had captured he began to feel almost relaxed. His chamber in the Hive was calling to him and the sounds and smells of the jungle began to fade away with each step he took. He wanted to believe that he could go back to his resting place but he knew that he must continue with his task of retrieving more hosts for the Hive. Only when this is done can he rest once more.

Dark shuddered as he heard those words many young bloods had disobeyed Deathdrop and had ended up in his trophy case Dark followed orders and waited for the hard meat and occasionally looking behind them for any Serpents trying to sneak up on them.

"Get of your ass and stop acting like there is something more important."

Deathdrop's hand tightened, snapping the branch he'd been gripping. He listened, his rage increasing by the second, as Concretehunter began issuing orders.

"Why you insolent little piece of-"

Then he heard the Predalien. The last hunt on this world had been many years ago. If there was still a Predalien left over, it was nothing to be fucked with. His Grandfather had died on Earth many years ago at the hands of a Predalien. The synchronicity was unsettling, yet glorious.

There was gunfire through the trees as more humans screamed and fell silent. The beast roared again.

"So be it."

Deathdrop made his way down the tree, scanning for his prey.

While Firehunter had moved back to place Gaunt down, War pressed forward. All sense of stealth was eliminated by Firehunter's sudden entrance to the scene. War paused a fraction of a second seeing a human who was coughing up his own blood. That's when the Queen's orders screamed into his head once more, a single word "Hosts"

War called upon a Drone that was tailing right behind him and tasked it with taking the still living human back to the hive. The Drone, though depressed it could not get its share of meat from living prey did as it was told. It grasped the human by its legs and dragged it into the swarm of Xenos. The man tried crying out in fear, but the constant hissing of the hoard drowned his voice out entirely. For a brief second, War felt what humans would refer to as pity. He banished the thought quickly from his mind and pressed forward into the thick jungle. The mass of Drones and Warriors trailed behind him.

"Dont fuck with me Balatu" Concrete said over the comm.

The other hunters watched as the humans panic and stir over the trouble of there fallen comrades. Concrete began to cycle through his vision modes... A blur of white turned up on his Hard meat vision mode.

"We have Hard meat in the area, Give the humans time to stir, Let the Hardmeat purge the weak from the strong"

Concrete dropped out of his tree and took his maul of his back, He raised it into the air and pointed it at the Balatu before turning and running into the human encampment full cloaked, Leaping and bounding onto a perch made of a large segment of the broken ship around 10ft high. His stomach began to rumble again... This was not good

"Move, move, move!" Peterson shouted as himself and the squad of marines with him quickened their pace to the APC's. He'd be damned if anymore of his men would fall because of some damned alien from outer space murdered his entire team! Peterson knew they were being hunted, tested was a better word for it, this place reeked of death and he had a feeling there was something more then just them being hunted.


TEN MINUTES LATER...


Finally reaching the APC's he beat on side hatch of the apc, "Its Lt Peterson open the damn hatc!" he barked to whomever was still inside, no answer interesting he thought to himself, that always ment trouble ahead... "Men prepare for combat! Dig in where you can and take what cover you can, anything that moves shoot it!" He grunted through his comm link. If these damned aliens wanted a fight then he sure as hell was going to give them one!

The agitated voices of Concretehunter and Deathdrop thundered within Predatorv2's mask, their trivial argument continued. They persisted in pestering one another, if this infantile behavior continued Predatorv2 was positive the only solution between the two would inevitably end in a death match. Predatorv2 broke away from his contemplation, sharpening his senses on the direction of the human weapons roaring in the distance. The hunting pack had arrived near a human encampment, and it appeared the hard meats had engaged the humans. This presented a unique opportunity for the pack if they were careful. Predatorv2 nimbly navigated through the dense canopy, observing Concretehunter on his crusade along the forest floor. Only with the aid of his mask was Predatorv2 able to pursue Concretehunter effectively. He was a sound warrior, however his confrontation with Deathdrop may have blinded him to the dangers posed by their cunning prey.

Hard meats and humans were not to be underestimated, they had the uncanny ability to adapt quickly, enabling them to change the dynamics of a battle. Suddenly a distinctive roar echoed throughout the jungle it was unmistakable, a predalien. The beast was an abomination of hunter and hard meat genes, extremely strong and intelligent. For a hunter to take one as a trophy was a joyous occasion, one Predatorv2 was hopeful to be apart of. He halted his pursuit of Concretehunter, something strange captured his attention. It was a familiar object to Predatorv2 thinking back he believed the human's referred to the vessel as an APC. The transport itself from what Predatorv2 could determine with his powerful mask was dead. However the humans that surrounded the APC is what had him so enthralled. Predatorv2 would have to be cautious, humans had weapons able to detect his kind even through the powerful cloak. This kept Predatorv2 from advancing any closer. Just close enough for him to study the humans without giving away his location.

Awakened by a hiss, bio gets up. He keeps falling asleep. His Xenomorph brother says to follow him, that he know where Gaunt and FireHunter are. He says that all of the Xenomorphs are traveling together.

"Follow me," he hisses.

Bio thinks that if all the Xenomorphs where together, it would be easier to exterminate them.

"I'll stay close to them, but not with them," he snares back.

The brother Xenomorph goes back into the jungle. The air is lit up with the smell of the Xenomorph.

Bio follows behind him. He can sense that something else is out there. So, stays as close to the shadows as he can. After all, this is bio's real piece of action.
He must be alert.

After following the Xenomorph for a few minuets, bio could see FireHunter.

"Thank you. I'll stay here," he said to the Xenomorph.

The Xenomorph ran into the jungle towards FireHunter and the other Xenomrphs.
Bio could hear the sound of the humans screaming as they were torn apart.
He could see a drone takeing a host back to the Hive.

Bio climbed a tree and watched everything unfold.

He had slivered away to the shadows of the fore-fronted clearing, his teeth gleaming in saliva and trace resinous fluids, he nipped at the air in patient hunger, for he could see and feel the Humans, and the Yautja that stalked passed in faint vision, pheromones falling freely into his mind and senses, this Planet had never been so alive.

Reeling his head around, Gaunt took in a silent breath as he sprung forwards, moving against the ground in a barely followable locomotion, the very process he didn't even know or try to remember, it just came natural.

Skimming over the delectable mess of a corpse that the Alpha had decadently crushed under it's monstrous heel, Gaunt attended his position to the left of the hulking FireHunter. Tilting his head, he grimaced and grinned, and let out a piecing shriek.

From the uncountable masses of his Sisters and Brothers, Gaunt called them, he knew that while the Queen demanded hosts, FireHunter would be the unbridled rampancy of this conflict, it was in his being to kill, not to stay controlled. And so he called them to follow, to be prepared to take any opening they might find, for the would surely be no quarter for the ensuing carnage.


He was the clean up crew, if there was one thing that would be determined by staying near the Alpha, it would be the strongest hosts, to make a more potent and powerful Hive. He gripped his claws and scuttled back slightly to a safer distance, still following their lumbering leader, a small mass group of Drones trailing behind both of them.


He smirked coldly to himself, tasting the mixed and unnerved silent whispers that came from the Drones. He found their concern humorous, for it had been the very reason he had moved back.


No one wanted to be in the way when the bloodsport began.

As soon as Gaunt touched down, FireHunter stood up straight and turned, the screech from Gaunt was surprisingly loud for a creature of such small stature. Not like that mattered to FireHunter, who watched the humans gather around their machine, vocalising loudly. A brief period of time had passed since its last assault.

FireHunter ran towards them, bursting from the trees yet again and thundering towards its prey, the men around the APC scattered before it, the stammer of their guns ruptured the air, and in their panic they once again missed FireHunter's considerable bulk. FireHunter leaped over their heads, landing on the vehicle, his long tail whipped down and knocked several men over, gunfire once again stuttered and this time a few bullets scored FireHunter's shoulder and back, and it took off again like a hellish rocket. FireHunter landed on the ship with a thud, acid from the wound dripped onto the hull and started its evil work on the metal. Using its claws to cling to the slanting side, it leaped again, landing near a tear in the hull. FIreHunter looked towards the humans, and saw the horde had followed suit, and were now pouring from the jungles, diverting the humans' attention. Now safe from the hail of bullets that had left multiple scratches in its exoskeleton and caused acid to trickle down its body, FireHunter tore into the now-melting hull, as soon as a big enough hole opened up, FireHunter roared a signal that entrance to the ship was granted and new hosts were in the depths. It looked down to where the humans were, they were holding out very well against the horde, but FireHunter could sense the hunters behind them, lurking in the trees.

FireHunter leaped down from the ship, landing on the other side of the APC to the humans, and hooked its fingers underneath the APC, pulling up with all its strength, FireHunter began to flip the APC onto the preoccupied humans.

As the APC rolled with ease the screams of the marines inside were loud and could be heard for miles, Catching a glimpse of the target Peterson yelled out "Open fire!" as he started to fire his pulse rifle he watched as the Predalien swatted away his marines with ease. "Fuck you!" he said loading a grenade into the underlatch launcher! Pulling the trigger he watched as the grenade blew up on target, the creature looked relitively unharmed from the explosion, spitting he watched the creature stand at full height putting a good two to three feet above him. "Well arnt we just one ugly mother fucker" he said jokingly to the xenomorph. "Well you want some of me? Come and get me!" He yelled to the xenomorph before shouldering his pulse rifle again.

Steal my reference will you?

Concrete stood high on his perch and set his sights on the APC. In leaps and bounds he began to make his way over, Yet in his eagerness Concrete missed one minor detail. The predalien, No matter. If it bleeds Concrete was convinced he could kill it. Concrete continued his run through the humans until he saw a horde of Hard meat billow out the trees and forest.

"Well shit" He uttered over the Comm.

A drone paced straight into Concrete sending him flying into a nearby crate. With a crack from his joints Concrete stood up and pulled his maul from the crate where it had stuck itself. Concrete began sprinting at the Drone still half cloaked trying to match the Drones pace. Seconds from colliding Concrete jumped.

Turning mid air so he was facing the Drone running beneath him Concrete swung his maul to collide with the Drones face... And keep going. Concrete landed to look at the damage done, The body layed dead. Ripping out the maul splashed green blood over the surrounding area and splashing Concretes chest. Luckily his maul was treated so that the blood would not waste the metal.

"Thats 1, Balatu."

Tawganator was finally back to his Hive and with his package in tow he headed for the birthing chambers. The Hive seemed so empty compared to before, with most of it out gathering hosts only an essential amount remained to guard the Queen. It may have been less full but it was by no means any less deadly.

With utmost care Tawganator secured the human to a wall in one of the chambers and carried one of the eggs over. As the egg began to react, Tawganator stabbed the human in the shoulder with one of his long fingers. The man yelled in pain and confusion as he awoke to the horror of the monster that stalked him in his nightmares stood before him grinning a faceless smile. Tawganator wanted this.

The man's screams brought life the chamber and served only to hasten its silence as the the facehugger moved with increased speed to his cries. Tawganator couldn't stand the sound being ripped from this creatures lungs, but he savoured it all the same. Then in a sudden movement the man's screams were muffled by the facehugger as it landed on his face. No more screams, but the shallow sound of the facehugger as it tightens its grip.

With this host taken care of Tawganator returned to the outside world to once again gather more hosts. Though he could not see the light, he could feel its warmth decreasing as the Sun began to set.

Night time was coming.

As the dusk approached, War looked out on the chaos that was the battlefield. Smoked billowed from the APC's Firehunter had smashed. The smell of smoke from the mechanical things intermingled with the scent of fresh blood. War remembered what occurred just a few moments ago.

As soon as Firehunter sprang at the nearest APC, the hoard swelled up and washed over the area like tsunami. The humans tried desperately to hold the creatures off with what remained of their initial ranks. After half a dozen of his brothers succumbed to their hail of bullets, War ordered a fall back. They slunk back into the shadows, looking for the right moment to strike. The beast clawed its way back from the subconscious and hissed into his mind "You know what must be done...." War let out a fury of a screech and pumped his legs. He his quick orders to those that followed him to spring the moment he broke their ranks. With his attention focused on the group alone, War sprang out at the humans. He could well understand their language, but it mattered not what they called him.

A lone marine foolish enough to stray out farther than the rest looked up and opened his mouth, but it was War's screech of fury that drowned him out. War pounced on him with enough force to knock him on his back. As soon as they touched down, War began to strip him of his weapons, the rest of his companions looked on in horror, surely thinking this was the end for him. 'It may as well be' War thought grabbing the dazed marine and flinging him toward the rest of his family. They received him with outstretched claws and pulled him into the brush. The last War saw of him was his boots snagging on a branch and with a sickening crack, turned in and odd angle before disappearing for good. Another for the Hive.

War turned to face the group of Marines in front of him. One showing primordial rage shouted something incoherent and fired a small burst at him. War took two rounds into his shoulder, the rest went wild and high from the human's rage. War slowly turned to face the marines, showing that, although the rounds did penetrate, it was gonna take more than that to bring him down. The humans screamed and turned tail, a few lobbed what War thought were rocks behind him, a quick look told him otherwise and War leaped back as thumps echoed after him. He quickly clambered up the tree and watched as Firehunter was engaging one lone human, apparently the only one with the courage to stand up to his Alpha.

Returning back to the present, War climbed down and slowly made his way after the rest of his brood. Though his shoulder had healed, it was still stiff from where the rounds had penetrated.

I like what you’ve done with the place! No, really, it’s fine. I like it.


Before Sunset - A Lover’s Tale
She sat over there with her own personal harem and I watched. It was disgusting. It was sexual the way she teased us all with her drooping forearms slathered in thick saliva – oh, and her giant fucking sack. Goddammit. I’ve seen mammals of all kinds mate, and it was cruel the way she seduced us when we could never return the favor – we didn’t have sexual appendages. I should know, I clawed at the spot so many times – it’s only now scarred flesh. Horribly disfigured, and yet completely in the norm.

Oh, she’s a big motherfucker, too. I mean, I’m big. I am big. But she’s huge; a gargantuan monstrosity amongst our kind. Even our own hulking Firehunter is but her own personal bitch – as am I. As we all were. It’s funny, because technically, she’s the bitch. I guess that makes us sons of a bitch.

She's planning something bigger than her ego. I don't know what it is yet. No one else does, either.

My siblings weren’t the brightest bunch. Thousands have died, thousands live. Some of them have made a name for themselves. Good for them. Some of them battled gallantly for hosts outside our realm – such warriors. Admirable and yet all the more pitiful. I only sat there. It’s all I ever did. It’s all I ever still do. I mean, Firehunter received all the credit. He is Alpha, after all. And she favored him over me. She still does. It’s pathetic. I’m nearly always here to please her while Firehunter’s gone to collect bodies, yet I’m guessing that’s why she loves him so much. There must be a trick to it.

Oh, what a bad boy.

She asks me to help around constantly. I only do it because I want to please her. For my own pleasure, of course. Do I concur with the layout? I tell her it's fine. Stupid fucking bitch. Why the love for a Predalien? Because he's Alpha? Yet the only reason he’s Alpha is because I was only born second. I’m royalty. I’m her prince – she should be happy with me!

I want to strangle something.

Nightfall
Another small worker passed by. He has a bag with him. Tawganator is his moniker, I think. That’s right. The bag is nearly dead, I can tell, though good enough to birth a fetus for the time being. What an ugly piece of shit. It’s beautiful. Maybe I can take its reproductive appendage and swallow it. One can grow on me that way. Right?

For hours now I’ve been in contact with the others. Many have been slain, some wander near the dark swamp… and Firehunter goes about mindlessly wrecking anything that can walk. He’s a great asset to the hive in terms of keeping the cycle running. What’s this? He’s in danger?

I like danger. Things die in danger. I think it’s time to watch and see if he dies.

And perfect timing, too. Night is my favorite time of day to be out.

One lone marine turned around and attempted charged at Waralien with the intent to shoot him again. A loud screech pierced the air and the human stopped in his tracks looking around for the new unseen threat. Suddenly, DarkLioness leaped onto the human from the top of a tree knocking him to the ground and knocking him to the gun away. The human was terrified and screamed for his companions to save him. DarkLioness hissed gleefully intot he human's face enjoying his screams or fear. Some of the humans had turned around to see their friend and called out to him. DarkLioness turned to look at the apparent leader of the group, a taller human also armed, and hissed at him. Practically grinning DarkLioness screeched again only this time she was calling in some of the Drones to retrieve their new host. The Drones fell upon the screaming human and began to drag him towards the hive, his calls and screams drowned out by the hisses of the Drones. DarkLioness looked back at the marines and tilted her head at them and extended her inner mouth. This move was the Xenomorph equivalent of sticking your tounge out and saying "Nana nana nana!" before turning and quickly dashing into the vegetation and vanishing into the shadows.

The Yautja ship traveled effortlessly through the vacuum of space. The craft was old, battered with scars and leaking an important looking liquid from the port side engine. The interior was no better, in fact it looked worse. The cockpit was stained with green blood that had been spilled years ago, monitors that would flicker on and off and wires hanging loosely from the above control panels. “Just how long had it been” The_doctor considered to himself. How long had it been since he was separated from his clan and forced to travel the galaxy in an antique. The ship was small compared to what the hunter was used to. The once state of the art vessel had a cockpit, sleeping quarters for three, an armory and a drop-pod bay. Just how long had it been? Long enough for the elder to start forgetting the names and faces of his brothers of the hunt. They used to call them the Gods of Death. Maybe they still did. Lifting a hand up to the scar on his forehead and tracing it with his index finger some memories of the previous hunts started to flood back. During this retrospection a sensor monitor on the control panel burst to life showing a near by planet. “Probably just another unworthy orb of dirt” he said aloud to no one in particular. He inspected to sensor readings, the planet was able to sustain life but probably just lowly herbivores not worth the effort but the he noticed something around the planet's atmosphere. It was a trail of particles that was commonly left but Yautja ships, maybe there was something worth the effort down there. The_doctor traced the particle trail with the old ship's sensors and found what he had suspected. The trail was in standard trajectory for launching drop-pods to the surface. Someone was down there. This is worth the effort. He set the ship's controls to automatic, placing it in the same trajectory that the previous ship had taken hopefully to land not too far from the other drop-pods. The hunter jumped out the pilot's seat and ran to the armory to select his instruments of death.

The ship came into orbit of the planet as The_doctor set in the last control vectors for the drop-pod. A red light on the panel started to blink indicating the pod would soon be launched. The elder jumped in as the pod sealed its metal enclosure. “This is it” he thought to himself, finally some fun to be had. The_doctor's ship entered into the apex of it's path and fired out the relatively small metal capsule towards the planet. As the pod sped down to the planet a rush of excitement was starting to course through the hunters veins, reigniting the drive for glory that had been absent for some time. As the pod sailed downwards, a small piece of rock that almost seemed to waiting for invading pod clipped one of the aft stabilizers, bending the stabilizing fin backwards. Inside the pod the_doctor heard a loud clang as the rock collided with the metal stabilizer and started a diagnostic. A read out came up on the internal view screen, the rock had caused the pod to slightly fly off course. “Damn” was the only thought to come to his mind.

The pod had landed some distance away from the others in a clearing. It's smooth metallic structure sticking out of the lush dirt of the planet, smoke pouring off of it and sparks occasionally bursting from the broken tail fin. The metal doors started to separate with the sound of decompression. As the metallic tomb began to open the hand of the elder reaching out into the alien world could be seen.

FireHunter roared with rage as the explosive rocked its frame and sent it a step backwards, its exoskeleton was good at absorbing blunt force such as explosions. Taking several steps towards the human, who continued forward with his weapon raised, a short burst of bullets punched into FireHunter's exoskeleton, which, while it was good at stopping explosions, wasn't as good at stopping the piercing damage done by bullets.

FireHunter continued forward and swung out with its arm, barely clipping the end of the barrel and sending the butt of the gun straight into the human's jaw, knocking him over. Nightfall was approaching, and FireHunter knew that once night struck, it and its brethren would be nigh impossible for the humans to see. FireHunter growled once and stepped over the floored marine, tail raised, coming right up behind another man who was preoccupied with another xenomorph. FireHunter's tail jabbed forward like a hellish spear and punched straight through the man's stomach. A gurgle emanated from the man as he was lifted up on FireHunter's tail and flicked effortlessly back to the ground several meters away.

FireHunter looked back to the human brave enough to challenge it, the man hadn't moved much, it looked like he was just coming back to consciousness. FireHunter ordered a nearby drone to return the man to the Hive, and leaped once more onto the hull of the crashed ship. Looking over the chaos beneath it, FireHunter felt its wounds begin to regenerate, and it called out again for drones to enter the ship and take more hosts for the Hive.

War heard the orders issued from his Alpha. With night closing in fast, War agreed with the tactic. Their race was one born of the shadows, and shadows lurked everywhere.

War hissed for several Warriors to follow him into the ship. He motioned left and found a coolant valve, poking out from the ship's hull. Using his and another of the Warrior's strength, they pried the valve open and slipped in. Most of the coolant had leaked out from an unknown wound in the ship. War and his group searched around the tank looking for some kind of opening. One was found but it was not large enough to accommodate their size. War began spitting acid into the tear to make it larger. The group rotated their acid spitting once each of their reserves was emptied out. War began thinking that this was a futile effort and maybe they should return back and find another way when footfalls began echoing in their area.

War told his team to stop and wait for the acid to burn through, soon it should be weak enough for them to smash through. In the time it took them to wither the material down, great scores of their family had already made it inside and sought out the hosts. The screaming could be heard as groups began to dwindle.