Changing his mind on going to Carmine's aid, something didn’t seem right about it. As if he wouldn’t need it, or didn’t want it.

Turning once more towards the direction of the hive, after five minutes of a brisk jog towards the hive. Saysell's thoughts began to swirl in his head. The human in him was saying that he couldn’t just walk on it and xenomorph in him was screaming, as if in pain. The queen was again trying to invade his thoughts.
She had obviously lost her hold on Xeuss and was now trying to win a new hybrid for her cause.
"Kill him. Kill him before he kills me. Listen to your mother; help your brothers and sisters. Kill Xeuss,†The queen’s screech in Saysell's head was now echoing through out his entire head. The pain was so intense, Saysell's vision momentarily when white.

Seeing nothing but white light the xenomorph in him took over. Down the closest manhole his body went, his mind reluctant but he was no longer in control.

Saysell’s senses where now stronger than ever, he could feel the entire hive flowing through his head.
"Is this what Xeuss feels when he lets the queen of a hive talk to him?" Saysell wondered as he battled to take control of his body again. To no avail.
Down tunnel after tunnel, regaining his normal field of vision, Saysell began to fight harder for his own sanity.
"Get out of my head bitch!" Saysell's voice now resounding throughout the tunnel system.
"So be it you ungrateful monstrosity, my children will gather you and you shall be one of the hive. One way or another." The queen’s screech was now fading from Saysell’s mind as he fully regained his natural composer.
He then realised exactly where he was, the tunnels he had grown to fear. This was the place of nightmare, his swagger and posture disappeared. He was little more than a human here, and they knew it.

The screech of on coming Xenomorphs could be heard throughout the tunnels system. They where coming just as the queen had said they would. At least the other humans down here would now have a little less heat on them.
Sucking in his fear and using the adrenaline from it to power himself Saysell asserted himself, fully upright and resolute he yelled back, "Come and get me then if you can. You bunch of oversized parasites. I am here, come and please your mother." At that Saysell began to run down the tunnel right in front of him.

As Vevlaa flew the Waffle after Malus, he receved his orders to pick up the survivors and get them to the hospital. He knew the hospital was already secured, and was ready to receive him when he would arrive.

Pickup only took a minute, as he had lowered his bay on approach. In the meantime, Malus had jumped out of his ship on the other side of the building. As soon as the last survivor was out, he set a straight course for the hospital. He didn’t even bother with the bay doors, as it was only a 2 minute flight. When he landed on the hospitals helipad, he quickly ordered the medical team inside the Waffle to get out, and treat the wounded.

Moments later, he was back in action. Flying towards the main building, he said over the radio: "Malus, I’m going in to support you. Take cover if you can." As he flew around the building, he quickly noticed Carmine on one of the nearby roofs, and figured that the 'Thing' would be nearby. seeing that the thing had friendly’s around it, he had to be careful with targeting. Luckily for Vevlaa, Most of the building was in ruins, so he could easily see the predator in one of the floors below.

The HUD targeted the thing by heat signature, and made a high lock-on tone in Vevlaa’s earplug.."Firing" he said, as the chaingun spat out a single round. The anti-tank round blasted through a wall of concrete before hitting the targets left upper arm, blasting its biceps off before continuing down through the concrete floor.
"Bull’s-eye" he said over the radio, as he repositioned the waffle at a higher altitude.

Since Malus jumped off the 'Grim Reaper'.
Delta was meant to go to the hospital with Vevlaa and the rest of First Squad. He didnt...
Finding an intersection and a T-junction he would find a way to sneak around the Yautja Elders path.
And with the anti IFF tags on his camo. He'd have to see it through eyes, not machines.

"Yes, nearly there", he thought crawling through rubble from a nearby imploded apartment. Yes, the bastard was right to his left he could see it. Hope dragging Carmine. Malus entering the fray and Vev's dropship plasterring Xeno_Slayer with armour pierceing rounds.
Crouching and un-slinging his recently picked up SADAR from the 'Grim Reapers' weapon lockers.
Loading, 'Firing Mode' , safety off, activating red-dot sight. Delta expertly loaded the rocket.

Slowly raising himself steadily, firm in two hands.
His bands of muscle on his wrist grunted with exurtion. Aiming at the Yautjas feet.
He fired, and the long whirl of smoke followed.
The 107mm ordance would knock him on his arse.
And give one of the Corps a final go at him.
Delta slinging it again in a fluid motion. reloaded and braced again for firing.
"Sorry sir for intervening, but i just cant forget what there kind did to me on that pred ship".
Informing Malus.

Gaunt raised himself from the puddle Saysell had kicked him in, He was angry with Saysell now, He looked around for him but couldn't find him.
'Slimy bastard has done a runner' he thought to himself, His english had improved abit, It was getting better.
Suddenly he remembered, Voltage, He turn and saw him still lying face down in the puddle.
At first he thought Voltage had drown, But then he saw him breathing.
This was a great moment for a kill, He climbed onto the back of Voltages head, Rended his second jaw and 'Crunch!!! Crunch!!!', Gaunts second jaw went through the back of Voltages head all the way to his jaw on the other side leaving a big hole where most of the back of his head was.
Gaunt remebered that Voltage had been stabed in the ead by Saysell befor and survived, So he wen't down to Voltages knees, 'Crunch' and 'Crunch' again, If voltage survived now he wouldn't be going anywhere without his knee caps.
Gaunt jumped away from Voltage and climbed on top of the nearest building, He desided to monitor Voltages body for a bit, If he moved Gaunt would go back down and finish the job.
So he sat on the building roof top, Thinking of what to do next.

(I am wearing a chest plating, the pic in my avi, is the relaxed look.)


The chest plating held as the lines formed from the beast's claws as it, tore down her chest. The tail snapped forth towards her shoulder, she didn't have time to dodge it completely as it tore in to the cartilage and skin, she howled in pain, her foot crossed forth as she moved over his body, towards his back. She flicked the knives out, to use if need be. THe blades came out of her metal boots, kicking in to the bones of his knee, sending him down.

She plundged one foot in to the leg, as the blade snapped off in to Fire's leg, sending him in a roar of pain and frustration.

Her hand flicked out the semi-paralyzed one, sending the blades out, as he was close enough to her, she plunged her hand towards his side, sending the blades in the stomach, once, wounding his side deeply. SHe smiled and bounded, not far away but enough, to recoop and refight him again. Her hand on the branch above her, helping her fly up quickly, as she limbered on the branches. She looked down, watching him. She had to get to the hive, maybe he would stay and lick his wounds as she went to his queen to kill her. She looked down, as the needle slowly from the pouch at her side, towards her arm, she would drop the needle down to the ground in to the acid blood that pooled around his body.


She watched Fire now.
(two)

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

Hope had managed to drag Carmine away from the great brute, and up the stairs of the nearest building, he didn't care which, all he wanted was to get out of there. His heart was racing, Carmine was laughing manically and the smell of blood was overwhelming. While they rushed through the corridors, up stairwells and burst in and out of rooms, Hope could only hear the sound of crunching, breaking glass and concrete, though he couldn't see any signs of life. They burst out to the top of the roof and he ran right into the monster, letting out a small "Oh".
"The fuck are you?!" He cried in a voice that was meant to sound angry and brave, but instead came out sounding weak and and afraid. The thing looked down at him, cocked his head and made what could only be described as a coarse laugh.
"Yautja" came it's gruff response, and it kicked him back to were Carmine was standing using his gun as a crutch.

Scrambling to his feet quickly, Hope heard a dropship and felt like jumping for joy when the sleek black shape came into his field of vision. A loud bang and suddenly the Yautja was bleeding. Mostly because of it's lack of forearm. Hope didn't know if it had screamed or not. It looked down at it's arm, a sight that would have made even the most uptight person smile.
Hope crouched down and in the same motion, drew his pistol, taking aim and firing a single round, which hit the shoulder that it's wounded arm was attached to. The beasts head snapped up and shot him a look that chilled him to the bone.

"Oh, fuck..."

The Yautja let out a bellow and charged towards him, using it's remaining hand and remaining leg, and although he tried to run, Hope was head-butted by the great monster.
He must've flown a good two meters into the air. His reflexes told him to protect his camera, and he held onto it with one hand as he fell. His other broke as it broke his fall, a loud hideous snap resounding through the air.

As all of this had been happening, Carmine had crouched down, as much as his injured leg allowed him, and started firing indiscriminately at the Predator, bullets ricocheting off armour or penetrating flesh, and only stopped when it would have endangered Hope. What kind of stupid name was that, anyway?

The Predator gazed down with contempt at the screaming, writhing human at his foot. He'd earned this trophy. He extended the claws at his wrist and kneeled down and grabbed the young man's hair.

BANG

A sudden rush of pain radiated from it's back, and it whipped around, throwing the pathetic boy's head to the concrete. Hope's helmet shattered on impact, and he scramble to remove the helmet cam and slipped it into his vest, fighting through the pain that throbbed and stung in his arm. Looking up, now with a resounding headache, he saw that Carmine had opened fire, saving his life.

FireHunter inspected his wounds, he was furious at this female hybrid, the opposite of himself, he was a monster, hideous and primal, while she, she was a different story, beautiful, attractive in general to the human eye. He looked up to find movement in a tree far above him, he shook the tree so vigorously that a dark shape landed next to him.
Shadowatching.
He stared at her, she stared back, and FireHunter charged, she jumped to the side, sending him into a young pine tree, sending it crashing down onto the ground with a thump. He stood there for about two seconds, dazed from the impact, then he shook himself off and turned towards Shadowatching, he roared and charged again, faster this time, and snatched her, he was still running with her on his shoulder when he fell to the ground, leaving a stunned Shadowatching lying on the ground.

She was shocked as the tree shook around her, the clawed hands trying to find the best way of gripping the branch below and next to her, even the trunk wasn't a good place to grab as she fell down, a shriek filled the air. the black beast before her, as the visor filled the bottom part of the mask, she wore. The clan made it for her, or she made it herself, she forgotten over the years. now, she didn't care, she was alone as she preferred it from teh start, no one to ask her to do something, no one to push her around treating her like she was no more then the dirt on the ground.

Shadow was free.

She tried to breath, the air filled her lungs. Her eyes danced over his elongated face, showing him the danger of his species, the teeth flicked in to view, the drool trickled down towards the ground at her side, the fall was a great one as she laid there, her arms ready, the shoulder in pure pain as she tried not to cry out.

The figure, suddently picked her up as if she was a rag doll. This shocked her, who in their right mind would pick up a hybrid and run, did he have plans. Her mind whirled with the thoughts of face hugging and death. She didn't want to die yet, even if she has no family in the world, she has much to do.

Her naturally cold body, pressed in to his warm body with the cool liquid on his body, highlighting the lines of his sleek body. The hand pressed against his back, the blades remained inside of the gauntlet at her wrist. Thankful they didn't malfunction, as she felt her body whistle in the air, hanging on to dear life with one blade in his back, one from her wrist, those damned throwing knives.

The knife held in her hand, as the alien at her stomach her foot kicked out, sending the steal boot in to his waist, the grunt echoed around them. She fell on the ground as his hands loosened from the hold. The whip at her hand, by now. Sending the coiled end towards him and his waist, the whip starting to coil around as she flicked her wrist, sending both alien and weapon back at her.

(three)

Waralien inspected the marine, his face full of fear at the sight of his presence. Then again, the marine couldn't show any other sign of emotion as he lay there with a hole punched grusly through his body.

War called out to the others to come along. They did obediantly. War started to sniff the surrounding place. Humans wouldn't place someone here, unless they were hiding something. War caught two smells. One that led to the abandoned areas of the humans old sewer and one that led upwards.

War led the rest to a door that was secured shut. A little prying from the Predaliens allowed them access. As soon as he entered the thresh hold a new smell greeted him. It was the scent of fellow Xenos. Their minds called for help though the strength of their calls was limited. War followed the calls and found himself in a lab.

The entire room was littered with tubes that contained Xenos. Each of them had tubes and wires attatched to them. While the others looked in horror, War began to investigate. War imiediately stumbled accross lettering that awakened painful memories from his creation.

The letters "X-E-N-O E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N" scrolled across a scientist's screen. Although aliens knew not the language of the humans, these words ingnited anger such that War hadn't felt in a long while. These humans were restarting the project that led to his birth. The same project that forced him to kill his brothers and sisters. They had to be stopped.

War smashed the screen instantly and began to work on the tubes. The others looked in horror as War smashed the tubes closest to him. His screeches were unworldly as his fists and tail smashed the glass casings that held the happless Xenos. To destroy the last remaining tubes, War lifted a desk bolted to the floor and tossed it like a ball into the glass smashing it open.

When War finished, the entire lab area was gleaming with the stasis liquid that suspended the Xenos and the glass that held them.

War then noticed that the Xenos he brought were looking not at him but around him. War then scanned the room. All the Xenos began to rise. Screeching and clawing as they began to re-use their limbs. Each looked like his brothers before, except incomplete (they still needed the Ressurection Gene that he got).

Using their telepathic link to him they cried "What will you have us do? My leige......"

FireHunter lifted Shadow up again, and carried her towards the human base, he had a nasty trick in his head, and all it required was her death.
He knew what he wanted, but she was putting up a fight, and he wasn't sure if he would survive to play out his plan in time. He threw her to the ground, he would kill her first, so that she wouldn't give away his presence, he lowered his head to hers, she was such an interesting creature, smooth cheeks, he caressed them, but put pressure on the caress, leaving four long scratch marks down her cheek, then he lifted her up by the throat, and tossed her across the clearing that they had just passed through, her light form soaring gracefully across the clearing. He chased after her, and lifted her up again, he stared into her eyes, and lifted her up higher, ready to bring her down to the ground and kill her, but she kicked him in the jaw and he recoiled, dropping her and stumbling backwards, tripping on a rock and falling over with a thud, he got up, lifted the rock, and hurled it across the clearing, where it buried itself into a tree. He lifted her again, and felt her skin, which was soft, and cold to the touch, he felt a sort of, connection to her, was it the predator DNA that ran through their blood, or was it the fact that they were both handing each other a good fight? FireHunter's animal brain could not figure it out, but he didn't care, she would be his vessel of terror for the humans.
She would, in death, become a vessel for a grotesque trick.
But that awaited her at death's door, FireHunter intended to give her a chance to fight for her life, he put her down, and awaited her next attack.

The whip locked around him, the metal edges biting in to his flesh, she tilted her head, for that split second. He was coming back, why was he coming back. Then bam, he slammed in to her stomach again, as her hand reached back for that sword, that deadly blade of acid proof.

Did that scent linger in that lab, that lab that held the xeno's. she didn't know, she hopped not. The breath again left her lips as she took her time to kill some of the humans with in that blasted building, not that there would of been an out break on killing. She just took it upon herself, that she would kill all scientists with every inch of her being. The creature picked her up and touched her skin, she waited, he didn't hurt her much. She was used to the small scratches, her body tensed as the blade's handle grasped now in her hand. She waited, the legs, tucked below her incase he dropped her, the bones won't snap since she is higher off the ground.

Shadow, watched him as he touched her, brought the face closer. Her breath caressed the teeth, the face of the black slick creature. She could of sworn, she saw some kind of humanity cross the lifeless features of his face. The head tilted as she was about to reach out, to touch the teeth, to see how much humanity its fighting with in. Before she knew it, the creature threw her across the meadow towards the other end. The sword went out plunging in to the tree just as she hit it, her body wrapped around, clinging to the rough dark trunk of the tree.

her mask awoken as she pressed the button at the side of her face, sending the black visor up, hiding those mysterious eyes from view. The cannon activated. She didn't ant to kill him, but she just hopped to put him down long enough for him to sleep. She hasn't given up killing xeno's, but he didn't hurt anyone that she was aware of, so why kill him. Was it her own humanity with in?

2 plasma bolts, charged at him, as he charged at her.

another 2 sent forth, sending one or two towards him.

"I have to get the queen" She said, softly as she half hoped he did understand and let her go as he would go off in tot he woods and life in some kind of life, a hope flicked and left her face

half hopped that he would charge and the fight would ensue. Her body screamed as she waited and watched.

(four)

Gene had been follwing Malus's orders so far, and she hoped to god that they had been able to reach Carmine, Hope and all the others in time. As the Waffle neared the building where the fight was taking place, Gene turned to everyone. They were still a fair distance away, enough to not be too noticable for those involved in the fight, but well within distance of Gene's railgun.

"Hold onto something, and lock and load, we are going to bring a hail of lead down on this bastard!" Gene yelled out to those around her. Running up past everyone to get a look at the roof top through the cockpit windows. Putting a hand of Vevlaa's shoulder, Gene nodded. "Take us in close and keep her as steady as you can, okay? " but didn't wait for an answer. Vevlaa was skilled enough to know that.

Moving back down through the middle of the Waffle Gene pressed the Cargo Bay door open button and waited as it began to move and lowered. Taking a knee inside the Waffle, Gene peered through the scope of her sniper rifle, the cross hair's moving around more than she wanted. She could see the assailent easy enough and as the crosshairs settled on the center of the beast's back she squeezed the trigger. A high velocity round exited the rifle and flew through the air until it impacted. It was low, settling into the targets lower back. "Line up, check your weapons and get ready, on my command open fire on!" she ordered.

As the Waffle scooted in carefully about 400 meters off the roof top Gene turned and watched four W-Y soldiers take a knee, and the rest stand behind them. Rifles aimed, sights being used well. "Fire!" she shouted. Several of the empty casings deflected off her body armour as several pulse rifles began to fire. Everyone who could get a good position had opened fire, and were specifically targeting the vital area's of the Yautja.

"Carmine, hold on" Gene said, meaning everyone but only specifically saying one mans name.

"Keep firing until that bastard hit's the deck, and then fire a little more!" she added, watching as the W-Y showed force.

((Since the rail gun is rather powerful, I didn't want to take more than one shot, although considering my characters training and the accuracy I doubt I would miss only 400 - 500 meters out.))

Mark had been hanging onto the straps that hung in the top of the Waffle, his pulse rifle gripped tightly in his hand, and his helmet hanging lopsided over his face. They were coming in hot and fast, and he wanted some fucking action. He checked the magazine reader on his rifle for the fifth time, and knew he was ready. The doors began to lower in the back of the Waffle, and Gene gave the order to fire.

He hefted his Pulse rifle and gripped it tight, taking a knee and struggling to keep a steady aim on the Pred head that was down on the rooftop attacking Carmine and Hope. After what seemed like hours of wasting precious time (it had only really been two seconds) he squeezed down on the trigger of the pulse rifle once Carmine and Hope were out of his line of fire. The muzzle flashed and the gun barked like a beast as it let a flurry of lead scream down on the rooftop at the Yautja.

"Fuck your honor asshole!" Mark bellowed as he let off of the first burst. He had little belief in an alien's sense of honor. "I'll see your scaly ass in hell!"

He let out another long burst of the pulse rifle, casing flying out of the ejection port and clattering on the floor of the Waffle and rolling out of the hatch to fall to the rooftop. He was putting out as much fire as he could to take down, and obliterate the Pred Head. He felt some crazy, primal sort of bloodlust that made him feel more alive than he had in years. Later he would reckon that he rather liked battle, and couldn't wait to kill as many non humans as he could.

But for now, blowing this bastard away would have to suffice.

Three plasma bolts whizzed past his head, the last one smashed into the ground beside him, sending debris flying into the side of his head, knocking him over, he had a high center of gravity, meaning he could be knocked over easily if he didn't steady himself. He was sent skidding along the earth towards Shadow, he thrashed about in the dirt, but got up, he pulled Shadow off of the tree and onto the ground, where he kicked her, he stood above her, breathing onto her soft, cold form, he lifted her into an embrace, that was so tight, it was like she was being constricted.
She was, FireHunter was crushing her, trying not to let his connection get in the way of his plan, he was trying to kill her, his intelligent side just starting to get the better of him, the queen's voice in his head, screaming "kill her, my son, kill her!" he squeezed tighter, then released, squeezed tighter, then released.

Just as he ripped her off the trunk, the hand that held the sword earlier helped it slip out of the sheath and in the ready position. But as the blade started to come out, the creature crushed her in a hug. Such an unusual way to die. She gasped out as the creature crushed her, down on the ground, her hand pinned between the hilt and the ground itself, the dirt settled around them, the hybrid breathed softly, slowly as the creature drooled over her small figure as she panted, her head spun the sky looked as if it was spinning around like a top.

before she knew it the creature held her towards him, the arms crushing around her, she gasped out, her head leaned back as the hands crushed at her side, the foot moved over rocks helping that little button at the bottom push inward and the blade snappedo ut, she took that blade and used it

The foot rocked from side to side, slicing in to him, sending acid blood pouring out, as the bones snapped and cracked.

FireHunter roared in pain as his gut was slashed, he dropped her and stumbled backwards, clutching his slashed stomach, he looked down, then back up at her.
He charged, roaring like thunder, and snatched her up, and finished what he started, he continued the deadly embrace, the queen's voice in his head, "kill her, my son, kill her" he squeezed tighter "kill her" air rushed out of Shadowatching's lungs and didn't return, "kill her" Shadowatching started gasping for breath, "KILL HER!" there was a loud crack, and Shadowatching turned limp, and her final breath whispered out of her lungs as death's door opened, beckoning her, and she reluctantly entered. She could only just feel the black beast that had killed her let her go, slightly hear his cry of mourning and triumph.
She could only slightly feel him cutting a hole in her back, the pain was so far away, yet so close.
Everything went black for her.
FireHunter was carrying out his plan, he had punched a hole in her back, and he could feel her lungs, he squeezed them and her body screamed.
He thought he could feel a twinge of guilt at what he had done.

Waralien led the massive group of thirty-five aliens. He couldn't wait for the Queen to send reinforcements. There were factors in the hive that would keep her from doing this and War knew. His only mission was to infiltrate the human base and begin the destruction from within. Already War and his horde had taken the lower and sub-levels of the human strong hold. War was specific not to let the humans know of their presence till the right time. That would draw all the humans back to this spot. The perfect chance to rid them of the pest.

War and his group made it to another secure door way. The Predaliens were about to rip it off when War heard a familiar sound. Turrets whizzing back and forth on their mounts. Clever, the humans were expecting a breach from below, just never so soon. War halted the breach attempt for a more suddle way. He spied a ventalation shaft that connected to the other room. He told the horde to remain here while he entered from behind.

He ripped off the screen and crawled inside. Moments later he came across the exit vent. Just as he was about to exit he heard marine voices. Coming from the other end. A quick check told him that they were lined up in front of the door.

Sending a telepathic message, War watched and waited. The marines opened the door. What they saw scared them. Five of the escaped aliens lined up side by side on the other side of the door. Each cocked their head back and let out a stream of acid onto the shocked marines. Within seconds the marines, turrets and anything else in particular was reduced to nothing but smoldering lumps of bio-matter.

War breached the vent exit and landed on the remaining flooring. Just as he landed, he saw one forturnate marine run up the stairs and out of site.

This was going to be a problem, War thought. Just as they were about to persue, a message from the Queen reached him. She called her warriors back, the humans were going to break into the hive.

War was furious, he was so close to destroying the last haven for the humans, but he didn't want the Queen to brand him an exile.

War called his forces and together they made their way back into the tunnels. They followed the scent of the humans from before and tracked them down.

War was going to enjoy this in place for the destruction of the human's haven. The humans up ahead had no idea of their approach. But something triggered War's scences. There was a familiar prescence up ahead. One that was both friend and foe alike.

"Xeuss" snarled Waralien in his screech.

Heading ever further into the sewer system Saysell began to realise that he shouldn’t be afraid of this place, after all he was half xenomorph and could see near perfect in these conditions. The sense of the hive was growing stronger now; he could feel the presence of Xenomorphs all around him. They weren’t attacking though, as if by some order to let his progress.

Either Xeuss had more say in this hive than Saysell knew about, or the queen wanted Saysell in the hive. After a lengthy walk down a single tunnel the stale air of the hive hit him, it smelled of death and decay. The smell of innocent blood and fear was rank.
"Looks like I am home." Saysell muttered under his breath as he stepped into a resin filled chamber. He was now within the hive.

Evaluating his situation, realising the Xenomorphs where simply going about their business, they had no interest in Saysell. He didn’t understand it; he didn’t give off xenomorph pheromones. Maybe something had changed in him when the queen had momentarily taken over. Maybe...

He would have to find the queen's chamber if he wanted to get anything done. Knowing fine well that is where Xeuss would be heading Saysell searched his webbing for his contingency plan.
There it was in the side pouch, something he had taken and altered from the marines. A bomb, but not just any bomb, this was a super charged explosive more than capable of collapsing at the very least the queens chamber and kill what ever was left inside. This was only a last resort however; Saysell had no plans on dieing today.

Saysell could now feel the queen stronger than ever, she was close, he could also feel Xeuss’s presence and that of marines.
"Hmm maybe I should go find Xeuss, after all I wont be able to do this alone." Saysell spoke softly to himself so not to attract any unwanted attention.

Looking around Saysell found the tunnel that seemed right, running at speed down it towards what he hopped would be Xeuss.
"Don't start without me."

The pain. It was overwhelming...

Everything around slayer was a blur.

Something hit him from the air. Another from the ground.

He couldn't feel his leg...

But the anger was there too.

Anger.

At the dishonorable earthlings and their never ending hostility.

At his failure as a warrior.

At his failure...as a hunter...


All he knew was that there was still a thermo-nuclear bomb attached to his wrist.



With his last strength he activated it.



"Better act fast guys" He muttered.


And then blackness.

(My apologies, Slayer. I don't think things should have turned out this way, but it seems W-Y is determined to make sure you're dead. Everybody's refusing to edit, and there's not a thing I can say to change the fact... If you decide to change your mind, please tell me.)

A familiar hum off in the distance reached Carmine's ears, and the Marine he'd talked to earlier had come to help him, trying to carry him to safety. Gunshots rang out, and green blood appeared to fly everywhere... And the creature's arm exploded in a green mist, which proceeded to splatter all over Carmine's armor. He looked like a damn glowstick.

As the creature roared out in pain, it tried to attack Hope... Grabbing him by the back of his head. Carmine proceeded to drop to one knee and pull his pistol from its holster, and fired into the creature's neck, barely missing the spine. It proceeded to drop Hope, and turn in his direction... Bleeding badly.

It hit the ground hard, a puddle of green blood forming around it. It somehow managed to activate something on its gauntlet... And a loud beeping followed. Carmine's eyes widened, realizing what that meant. He looked around fast, and could have sworn he heard the thing laughing at him... He would never know.

He rammed his boot under the grenade launcher on the ground, and brought it up hard, right into his hands. He spun the cylinder to select the "EMP" type, and fired quickly at point blank range... Taking out what was left of anything eletronic the Yautja had, he had, and maybe even what Hope had. The bomb was disabled, and so was the Yautja.

He limped over to it, using the Launcher as a crutch. It was unconscious, bleeding to death. He was almost saddened to see it... Almost. But the sadness was replaced by anger quickly, and he let out a sadistic chuckle. Your honor didn't help you, did it? He slowly crouched down, and ripped the thing's helmet off with his bare hands. He didn't like what he saw.

The thing had green blood dripping from its maw, and coughed some up... Ending up right in his visor. He tried to wipe it off with his knuckle plate, but only succeeded in smearing it even worse. "You extraterrestrials... Y-You're vile th-things... Every last f-fucking one of you," he spat, forgetting all about Hope, who was probably freaking at the reaction. He stood up slowly, the helmet still in his left hand, his grenade launcher in his right.

His voice was weak, due to the adrenaline wearing off. It was almost child-like, and yet completely adult... Sad, furious, and lonely all at once. But it was still easy to make out the words. He raised his leg up high, forgetting all the pain he felt in it for a moment. "This is for my family!" He then brought his foot down. Hard.

His actions were met with a loud, sickening crack. The beast's head disappeared under Carmine's boot, instead replaced with a green, mushy pulp that was spread across the room... And was splattered all over Carmine's armor, his boots now glowing green. "Eat boot, shithead." He continued staring down at the now headless body for a good few minutes... Watching the green blood spurt from its neck.

He knelt down once more, and removed its right arm with the hidden dagger in his right knuckle plate... He'd take its wristblades and helmet as trophies of his own. His comrades could come find the body if they wanted it, he didn't care. He felt as cold as ice, having taken a sentient life... And he was feeling colder now that he realized he was still bleeding and coughing up blood.

He turned to Hope for a second. "Thanks for the help... Call the Commander. Tell him we're done here," he said briefly, and then began walking back up the stairs to the roof of the building. As he walked toward them, however, an object on the floor caught his eye... He walked over to it, and picked it up immediately, then proceeded to the roof.

He'd finally killed a Predator. An Elder, no less, a leader of its kind. He'd taken the life of a key player in this large puzzle, and now the Predators would be in disarray. He hadn't taken him out alone, no, but he'd killed him... It didn't do as much for him as he thought it would. And now he felt the need to kill again, to continue what he'd started... To finish his genocide. His bloodthirsty vengeance was satisfied for now, but it was far from ended.

It'd take thousands to do that.