Alien Vs Predator- Revolution
By Camirr Sanders
April 12, 2012
Opening Scene- Hospital from AVP 2: Requiem
"Ahhhh!"a woman screams, but they silence, replaced instead by the shrieks of baby aliens. Her stomach has popped, and the PredAlien watches its new life crawl. Crash! A cascadment of glass falls in some distant part of the building. The PredAlien snarls as a musky scent wafts up to the room. Wolf...I muses before leaving. I turns back and gives a motherly click to the baby Aliens, promising to return. After all, the Alien had bested Wolf once. It would not be hard to be him twice...
As most of the baby Aliens stay put in the room, one of the babies crawl out the window and down the hospital. The cold rain bites into its flesh, although its flesh is not a regular green. Instead, the hue of the skin has already descended into a light black, whereas the other Aliens still must wait several hours before they molt and darken. The Chestburster makes it to the ground, and breaks for the forest. Because even though it is 10 miles out, the ChestBurster can smell the fuel of the jet carrying the thermonuclear device.
When the people went to the center of town, all aliens followed. But this one continued for the forest and rustles into the trees. Wolf clambers out of the elevator and super-punches his way to the next floor. The clear tiles parts way and Wolf easily jumps to the next floor. has recovered from his elevator fall but is heavily injured. His heat vision tracks the quickly-bluing steps of the humans. "The flesh have entered the eternal bath. I shall follow." I reconciles, and winces at one of his wounds. The Aliens will surely think Wolf of easy prey, but Wolf is not.
"Let the crawling dark underestimate me. These Serpents are naive' and have yet to experience the might of the Yautija!" Wolf roars, climbs out a window. His blood runs off, and Wolf shakes his head, enjoying the icy bite that Earth gives. Rain is always hot on his planet; this water is so different. Still, Wolf has a job to do, and so starts lunging up the side of the hospital. He catches the trail of a ChestBurster going down but ignores it. His ship has just relayed that he has thirteen minutes before this town is no more.
Dallas blows off the head of the Alien, the Predator's Plasma Obliterator recharging. The kick has exhausted him, and the adrenaline coursing through him is more than he has ever experienced. Through the haze of rain however, another Alien rushes at him, its arms outstretched. Dallas's fear spikes and he waits for the end as the Alien flies back. Wolf bursts through the hole and sees he has knocked the Alien's head clean off. "My fathers have taught me well." he comments, which as close as he'll come to saying, "I'm good." Dallas turns to run and Wolf watches him go, his gun leaving. Although, the components to make it did belong to Astovol, the Predator charged with defending the research ship. Wolf turns and unveils his whip. Ten minutes.
The explosion is massive, brighter than Cobra has ever seen. Its senses are assaulted, its hearing at its max. Still, Cobra survives because it has dug underground. Fully aged, Cobra is broader than most of the other Aliens. Its black flesh is striped in grey, appearing at intervals of four inches. Its tail is broad but dull, more of a hammer than a blade. And more prominent is Cobra's head. Instead of long and sleek, the head is shorter with a more shovel-like shape. And true to its looks, Cobra rams into the dirt, clawing and shoveling its new home.
Several hours later
Cobra stands back and hisses affectionately. It's new home is a cavern, with three tunnels leading from it, and into various parts of the forest. At that moment, Cobra's connection with the Queen(PredAlien), disappears, filling Cobra with a slice of fear. This then becomes loneliness, but Cobra feels an ache in her abdomen. Deep and firm, it explodes all throughout her body like an inferno. The ache escalates into pain, and Cobra extends her second mouth repeatedly, as if that will expel the misery. Something called instinct takes control, and Cobra expels a liquid, molding it into a base before it hardens. The Queen is dead, but the hive has just begun. And Cobra is the new Queen. Aliens who live arrive, and notice their Queen at work. They soon transform the cavern and tunnels, and help Cobra onto her base. Her bloated body has begun to increase in size, her bottom starting to create the transport that will soon lay eggs. Many, many eggs.
"Mommy, when will we go home?" Kelly's daughter asks.
It has now been 9 hours since the Nuke and the survivors had been first quarantined and then questioned. Rikki had died from an infection as the PredAlien was not the most sanitary creature. Soldiers were now outside the tent and then the leader in charge had gone to bring some food back. Kelly could only look back with worn eyes and reply,"There is no home baby. But we'll be alright." Her voice betrayed that she didn't believe that for a second.
In a deeper part of the forest, two soldiers trek, coming back from their sweep. One of the soldiers stops, his senses flaring as he pieces things together.
"Hey Rodgers, wasn't Samuels supposed to be back from that "piss" of his after 2 minutes?"
"Yeah, and we both know that he did that because he just wanted to escape. He thinks the military is too constricting. But let's check on him, Ok?
The two men trek on and move to where they saw Samuels last. They summit the hill, and gasp, gazing upon a massive hole, so deep its black. Rodgers spits a loogey, and falls. Unbeknownst to him, it fell right on an Alien, although it was too busy digging.
"Hey Rodgers, ain't this a forest? James asks.
Rodgers wonders if this is a rhetorical question. He shrugs and replies, "Yeah so?
"Well where the hell are the damn birds! The chipmunks, the foliage rustling, and Samuels?
"I'm a soldier! Not a frickin God of Wisdom! But keep that gun on red- hot mode. I'm calling this in."
As Rodgers gets on the earpiece, James notices movement down in the hole and takes a crouching stance, aiming his gun down.
"Rodgers! We aren't alone!" he shouts as he starts to fire. He heard how those things wiped out a National Guard you in that town. He may have had much better training, but not much more.
Rodgers falls in and both let loose half a clip as their readers both drop to 50. They stop and blow away the smoke. Moving forward, Jacks sees no Aliens, but he positive he heard a roar. And he did, it was Cobra's. While Rodgers stares down intently, James notices a yellow coat. But it's not a coat, it's skin.
"Oh my, the situation is so not contained" James mutters as he starts running back to base.
" No shit." Rodgers agrees. They drop off their packs, determined more than anything to be back at base. Meanwhile, Samuels is the first victim of the Facehuggers.
Predator planet of Sahara
Pyramids shine in the distance as light glints over the horizon. Predators walk in groups, belonging only to clans and not to a society as a whole. Females walk slightly over the men but all their faces show that these aren't Earth Chicks; they could hold their own against Aliens. Growls and Guttural licks are heard all over but they mostly type in their gauntlets, strange codes forming as they "text" each other. Many where masks of all shapes and sizes. Markings of blood, acid, skin, and more decorate them, along with different colored masks in general. Goods carried by massive Typhlayzay transport them to each house. The eighty times larger eagles gleam with armor, and flap only once as the heat on Sahara creates so many thermals. The Predators do not work as humans do on Earth with our various activities.
For Predators, you receive a set amount of food and carbonated water. Clothes are varied, and some Predators walk, clad in full armor. If new or extra things are to be had, the clans with the most numbers of kills get them first, for free or for a lesser price. Kills are distinguished by: Honorable, Cowardly, Expert, Messy, and Youngling, Outcast, and Stealth. Every Cowardly, Messy, and Youngling diminish a clan's kills by fifteen. Goods are given based on how many kills every clan has. The only thing Predators must do in return is enlist in military service, search for new life, clean up "messes" and accidents, and bring as much honor to the planet as possible. Deploying all the clans is the central government, which farms the food each Predator eats, should it have not eaten when he or she was deployed off world. Most the time, food is brought for the hunt, as many Predators come home in very uneven instances. Some never come home after their first employment. And even the handicapped Predators battle, although their missions are not as dangerous unless they insist, which they always do. Each clan divided up into triangles of 100 houses. 33 houses on each side and the Predator with the most kills/trophies in the middle. That house was always the largest and on that day, multiple Predators from the Central Government were called for labor. As they stuck dried mud bricks together to build a new trophy room, the Chief Predator of that clan holds his skulls and has the skins draped over his back.
The sky shows the triangles interlocking, forming squares which form a border. And pyramids dot it. In the center of the borders is the largest pyramids with the largest houses. This continues almost endlessly until we see the Pyramid of Behemoths. And next to it houses marked with the skulls of his Prey, the King's collection.
The sky is a sandish- blue color as the suns set but ships still come in and out in periodic shifts. No crusiers, just ships.
A beeping resonates through a small Clan of Predators on the Outskirts. Here, only a few live, and their house is more of a Fortress. Official and foreboding, these Predators kept to themselves. Each one is only half an inch taller than Wolf except for the Leader, who was a Berserker.. His mask doesn't hide his Jawbone but shows reinforced head protection, suggesting he likes to head-butt, or perhaps others went after his head because it was larger than most other Predators. On his mask are two Flames and a burned frill of Dragon indicating their clan, along with symbols that directly translates to, "Headbutt". Headbutt is admiring his collection of weapons, sliding his hand of each and pausing as if reliving the days. Holo-pads show several symbols and lists before they shut off. A smaller Berserker thuds in with what looks like Papyrus, strange symbols on the paper, written in red. Headbutt looks at it and then strides away angrily,the paper showing Wolf, with an X across his mask.
The next room stores more weapons, with red veins crisscrossing across the ceiling and roof. The veins were the equivalent of the World Wide Web, although no games were played on it. Instead, information about races, weapons, and history streamed other Predators run in, thuds. Both are wearing the exact same armor and have the same build and are matched evenly in speed as they enter. A Falcon Predator turns around and the three Predators look toward Headbutt, who stares back.
"Brothers." Headbutt acknowledges, and the others respectfully nod back. He then sits at the chair and takes off his mask, revealing a rather handsome face with claw marks, burns and even an eye missing. Two of his mandibles are gone and a gash across his cheek blazes red, eternally burned in. Headbutt flinches as the air touches the wound, it has yet to heal since he got it ten weeks ago. And Velacious acid took long to expel, even in a Predator's system. He sets his helmet on his lap and leans back in a metal chair, groaning as he relaxes for the first time in a while. He moves his nails on the computer as he drags until he sees it, Wolfs life packet.
The Predators watch attentively as battles flash across the screen. They could skip but are honoring their fallen brother. At last, the newest stuff when Wolf last left. They saw his descent, a little noisy. His tracking: Superb. The Humans: Close-Minded. Headbutt swears he hears one of the Twins mimic a Human laugh as he catches the cop, the two have been regular honor-breakers. The Sewer then flashes to them and they slow it down. Headbutt clicks at the mines, he always loved them. Wolf was taking the Serpents, and they were all powerless. The Predators all growled angrily when that Abomination stealthed him. The Falcon however made no sound, just watched intently.
Later, it shows the end of Wolf. The Predators don't cry but bow their heads as the video ends. That's when an alert beeper from Wolf's information sounds. The Predators all stand swiftly and Headbutt maneuvers the screen to show a faint Alien that Peregrine points out. He shows of the Cobra's trail, which persisted even though rain washes away Alien slime trails. A trail that persists through a downpour is very disturbing. Further scans and the signature is very different. Headbutt rises and looks to the others, nodding curtly. The Hunt has begun. He waves them away and goes to his weapons. First he takes a mechanical ball and sticks it into his eye-socket.. As it clicks in, his grabs a new Plasma Caster that has four launchers. It charges up and Headbutt continues arming up. He slides in a one bladed Wristblade, Shurikens, An extra bomb, and some nets which he compresses and stick in his gauntlet. He makes sure his "Super Punch" works and growls affectionately when it does. He then grabs some Mines, and extra battery, and several tiny gadgets which clips to his legs He then puts a metal shield on his right shoulder, fastening it with a cape, withered but still there. As he turns, he's an armored behemoth. All business. He marches through the rooms and glances back, knowing that he may never see it again. At his ship is his Clan. The Falcon with his Scouter, A side lock-on and a Plasma Gun. He wears only a stiletto on his chest but his muscular legs show nothing. He wears clawed feet as does the Twins and Berserker. The twins are both wearing dual Plasma Cannons along with Medical kits on their backs. They are fully armored and also have many gadgets on their legs but what is different is the Helmet which has cracks through it resonating orange. As they all board through the Falcon's growl, Headbutt takes one last look at Sahara, and boards, the Sunlight all but gone.
