I am a brand new fanbrat for the whole PredatorVsAlien fandom. I know Tichinde, the many predators, aliens, and lovely conceptuality of the fandom are not at all mine. They are either in the comics, movies, or paperbacks of their owners and copyrighted to James Cameron, DarkHorseComics, and pretty much anyone else but me.
But like I said, I'm a new fanbrat. So if I get something wrong...even after my research during and before my writing this, simply say it 'kindly'. I know canon is important and I dislike breaking it as well. Thanks!~
How To Raise Your Ooman
Dead, with an intense amount of burning flesh rising into the air from all over the camp. The small white medical tent where she hid now seemed like an ironic clamp on her heart as the rest of the space around the campfire just roared, crackled and smelt of her fallen comrade's now spoiled remains. She'd watched of course from her place behind the tent flap as the creatures, those monsters rampaged the camp and one by one silenced the opposition of her teammates.
Humans had originally owned Earth, right? Of course that didn't matter now that the Yaut'ja had landed on the green planet. Cities crumbled and the government's leaders all ran to their shelters underground, not sparing any advice to the populace in this unmeasureable tragedy. That left the world in a uproar of both panic and destruction. It was change…just not the kind Obama probably meant.
She lowered her chin to her knees, as they were pressed as close to her chest as possible. She'd joined this crew after leaving the city. They'd all seemed pretty strong and capable of surviving the end. That was after all what this was for her race, the dying hours of their kind just like it had been for the damn dinosaurs before the comet hit home.
She sat behind that wavering tent flap, looking out and into the fires as they crackled upon the torso's and muscular remains of the decrepit bodies all around the wreckage of their supplies. She knew she had to make a decision but somehow her body didn't want to move, if she moved maybe she'd end up like they did. Every single one of them had stood up to their attackers and that had ended it for them. Then when all were fallen…
She bit her lip recalling the ruthless slitting of each throat of her human counterparts. They lay dead but one by one they were decapitated like mere pieces of meat on a roasting grill, speared from mouth to top of the skull. The spears then carried over the backs of these aggressors like prizes of the hunt.
She watched the fire crackle for only a minute or so, feeling that return of pressure; if she moved she could easily die. The Yaut'ja had a ton of abilities; one of them in particular of course was that they could camouflage themselves brilliantly into the surrounding space. She gripped the sides of her legs, shaking a bit from this extremely unfortunate development. They could go into a city and blend in amongst the rush of traffic or even into secret meetings in the CIA among the suits. Hell, she even remembered the very minute the attack began in her hometown it had been on a newscast that she'd seen the first amount of brutality these otherworldly creatures could use.
Mr. Spencer of the Boston Fox News had been explaining the strange weather phenomenon slipping across New England, he further began to explain using the green screen behind him to point out the specific overly misty areas in Massachusetts…before the shift in air came and Mr. Spencer's pointed finger was sliced off literally within seconds. His widened eyes and polyester suit were only flashes in time before the blood stains and spurts covered the screen and the camera. She'd been sitting way to close to the TV as usual and her babysitter issued she move her big head. Naturally it didn't matter when she did manage to move back because her babysitter had screamed and barely a second later the power got cut.
A specifically loud crack of wood or maybe bone made her jump out of her memory. Her eyes swiveled with her head around the camp, their was only silence but she knew better then to accept that for what it was. Silence was like a horror movie silence now, it only hid all the lurking dark haunts inside of it. Finally there was a shift in the air and she sucked in some to her lungs as quickly as possible as she tried to pull in what remaining courage and strength she could. In her head the thick firm beat of one song she always replayed when anxious. Music had always been her only ally and friend now that her best friend was dead as fate had made it for all her family and relatives.
She managed to stumble to her feet, the sprint across the campfire passed the countless corpses of the fallen made her sick, she caught eyefuls of the people she'd once shared meals and conversations with- eyeballs sat alone on the ground, now skewered out of the taken skulls. Deep brutal gashes of tarred flesh as well as random ligaments she had to hurtle over, just then she'd jumped over a arm she wasn't quite sure who'd possessed it. It was muscular so probably the hunter, Kisame or some such fellow in their original party. Their was a breeze for a second there through her impatient rush of whipping hair and of course the splatter of raindrops against her cheeks, blurring her vision as the shift in air seemed to chase after her.
She knew she could possibly outrun it but where would she go? She didn't know this area, the whole point of the group had been to stay safe, protection from this ever changing destructive world. "Crap, crap, crap-" she turned just around a tree not realizing how big it was, of course the trunk was so old it had to at least be a Redwood.
The shift in air was no longer behind her and instead it's appearance struck fear right through her as she swiveled to just barely a stop, sliding along the wet leaves under foot. Fuck, she'd barely made it that far. She could still smell the smoke from the fire.
She stared up, weaponless as the air suddenly began to flicker and as if stepping out of a path in the air particles around them morphed a huge creature originally called 'alien' by the government. Those in the higher ranks knew way better of course as these things had been known about ever since the 3rd venture into space by some other Armstrong motherfucker.
Either way the creature merged out of thin air and glowered down at her with that strange mask, it was even more terrifying then any nightmare she'd ever had. The thick dark black mask covered the overral face but from the position for the eyes on it came a lingering three thronged group of rays, they shone down over her face, sweeping first of her eyes and then to her forehead. She took in a truly terrified deep breath, knowing it was probably her last. She stared up at the monster just trying to think of anyway out of this…nothing really came to her. His body was like anyone's so much bigger and far more muscular then her own, obviously. Most people who saw her much smaller, 5'1 frame would only wonder how on earth she'd managed this far…
She shut her eyes knowing it was coming but just like that their was a clack of metal and she peered up and opened one eye slowly up at the monster. It had pulled out what looked like some sort of strange circular blade of a disk. It shone, sharp edges in the little light peeking through the trees down at them. Great, now he wouldn't just settle for blowing her head up…he had to slice her up slowly?
She took a slow step back up, never lowering her eyes as she locked them on him. Even if she had to die seeing this monster's mug she'd know when the blow was coming and if their was any chance of escape. The blade slashed up and then swiftly down toward her, she managed to slip on a leaf and the slice was thinner if not less direct, although painful. She winced and gripped her side, knees pressing up to her chest again as she tried to fight through the pain. She didn't want to be the poor female lead that died at the beginning of the horror movie because she ran upstairs instead out of the house whilst knowing the killer was inside.
"Oow…" she moaned it hurt, like a bitch though. Her blood spilled over the leaves beneath her as water began to pour down harsher and heavier then before. Maybe this would be okay, maybe it was just her time to go. She opened her eyes slowly and peered up at the monster towering over her. His stalky fat legs on either side of her form and of course the strange atrocious straps which crossed over his chest, armored plates on each of his shoulder blades, with probably poor defenseless skulls of animals attached at the waist.
She stared up at him, with ever inch of hate and recollected blame she could gather. As far as she was concerned now he'd ruined her life. He'd killed her family, her friends, destroyed her home, tarnished her future, her hope and chances of every going to college, learning what it felt like to work the 9-5, winning the lottery, having a family, seeing her life come to some purpose…instead of ending here and now on this wet tangled ugly rotting floor of forest.
She hated him for all this and so much more and it must have shown in her eyes…The blade rose but when it swung down it only landed right by her head cutting a great amount of her hair off and of course crisply making her able to get away. She tried to lift herself up but the pain was a ton and before she could let out another pained breath she felt her eyelids grow heavy and she fell under into the darkness…
Although this time it was more comforting because she glared up at that monster and she just hissed the only word that came to mind, "Bastard…"
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Humans…They were truly pitiful creatures. Tichinde had to admit he'd followed the roles of his people pretty strictly ever since he'd been a unblood. Granted now he hadn't killed or hunted enough to be a blooded but he was also considered 'Bad Blood' for his misdeeds against his leader as a youngling. He'd never been one to obey rules but the simplicity of human contact for their kind, the Yaut'ja was as easy as it came.
Humans or Oomans as his kind called them; were to be destroyed, hunted, maimed and then made into trophies. He hated them from the start in fact, it had been simple to think all humans were well deserving of a spear through their weak easily penetrable squishy skulls. If they'd known better they'd be able to defend themselves, their weakness was what brought their end.
Easy prey.
Still that didn't explain why he currently stood at the edge of the forest where smoke rose up from the human's original dwellings, the ooman child in his arms. His kind were moving through the wreckage to possibly find other kills, possible hunts and obvious return to their planet with said trophies before mating season. Tichinde tilted to one side at the wreckage and then down at the labored breathing and shivering of the ooman in his arms. It would have been easier to just kill the ooman in the forest and bring the skull back to clean off the skin particles on it…
He kind of had picked up the pathetic creature from the leaf floor, with his blade of course and then just started walking out of the forest. He hadn't really stopped to pause and consider his actions until just then as he saw the smoke billowing out and all over the drastic human buildings. Their strange reflective glass tall buildings, and smaller cramped square dwellings were all laughable just like their pathetic attempts to ward them off… He'd barely blinked when those strange metal gadgets shot out at him, the metal barrels just snapping right off his scales as beneath them were the Yaut'ja's infamous dense but heavy and thick bones full of calcium, so stronger they were like a permanent bulletproof vest. Of course all this was very natural to Tichinde…What wasn't was still that shaking weak form in his arms, burying it's nose into his side as it bled from the side a bit into his claws.
As he neared the first few buildings, feeling the cooling shadow of their arrival craft just above, still hanging in midair as the search continued. He passed the countless buildings on fire, the headless bodies in the street of the oomans who undoubtly had barely seen their miserable weak existence about to end…
Come to think of it, he glanced down, Why was he carrying this thing around? It's time was over, right? What was the point…
Out of the rubble nearby, one whole particular building with a ugly huge sign and some pictures on it as well as countless random tables and chairs spilt over, bloodstains lining the walls; came one of Tichinde's fellow Unblooded brethren, Mahnde. Mahnde had taken off his mask and strapped it to his belt along with countless skulls he'd collected through this hunt. He paused to glance up at Tichinde, his mandibles flared up and out as was common in replacement of a jaw on all Yaut'ja. Two fangs sat on each side of mandibles as they extended out when the clicks and clacks of their language would come out…
"Taan M-di'kal Gkei'moun…" Mahnde grunted indifferently, clearly cocky about his captures for the day as his words basically meant, bThis Afternoon, way to easy…/b Tichinde just glared back at him not making any snarky comment back, this confused Mahnde because Tichinde was always cocky and rarely was not caught bragging or trying to pick a fight. He slowly let his dark soulless eyes glance down at the shaking strange ball of flesh in the other unblooded's arms. "Nan-ku…Ooman?" Tichinde didn't need to speak to answer the question. "Alive…human?"
He passed Mahnde quickly without explaining anything because honestly he didn't have anything to explain. He just swiftly brushed past him and continued to stroll along the devastated human planet toward the hovering ship. He'd make it home now and obviously the Ooman would die from the air or lack thereof on Yautja Prime.
Mahnde tilted his head before turning around again to continue hunting, he needed only one or two more ooman skulls before he would be promoted from a unblood to a full blood with the approval to hunt by the Elders. It wasn't his business anyway if Tichinde had lost his mind and started carrying around ooman's anyway.
"U'darahje…" he muttered turning away, "Abomination…"
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Yautja Prime was indeed a strange extremely warm planet, the sun burned endlessly, never setting for all 16 hours of everyday. The atmosphere was actually unbreathable for humans but luckily the craft had landed in the biosphere of the little jungle space on the planet. It was actually in this space that oomans were regularly brought years back for live prey captivity. He'd gotten a ton of weird looks on board as the ooman kept moaning and curled up, shaking from possible bloodloss or whatever weak excuses these pathetic creatures needed.
"Hulij-bpe…" came the whispers from his fellows, all of them of course were above him now, blooded and full blessed by the elders even though they were the born in same youngling year. "Kha'bj-te…"
He ignored the insults as usual, Tichinde had heard them all as a youngling anyway. Reckless, crazy, foolish… he could careless. They just feared him and his ability, how he stood up to their Leader during his younger years. He'd be strong and fought with all he had, so what if he didn't immediately follow orders…
The ooman was now beginning to stir a bit he glared down at it, just daring it to move a muscle. He was close to his shelter for now in the woods as being in the actual city was impossible for multiple reasons. The Elders had of course forbid him from living or visiting there without permission, they didn't trust his Bad Blood at all. This was increasingly irritating considering he could kill as much as possible and never ben accepted as a unblood. He should be dead and he knew it…
The dark cave beneath one of the excessively engorged willow trees was his home now. It wasn't the typical dwelling for a Yaut'ja but it didn't matter as he was exiled now. The ooman was slowly beginning to peer up at him from his hold on it but Tichinde suddenly felt a gross amount of disgust sweep over him so he just kind of let go of it so the ooman hit the ground with a loud thud. It groaned loudly holding it's side and then gasping as it realized the wound still unmanaged there before glaring up with a twist of it's head at him. Tichinde merely lifted his claws up threateningly and the ooman quickly flinched back curling up like the skittish pitiful fleck of flesh it was.
Tichinde simply circled the ooman once before resettling the few rocks before hitting two of them together and starting a fire. As it roared to life he focused his heat sensors away from the roar of warmth of the flames. Just as he'd expected the ooman's body was as bright through the heat radar as the flames but…Tichinde frowned, weird. Why would it be? He'd never seen the skin of any ooman so…bright.
The small ooman continued to shudder, dark brown bangs falling in front of it's odd fleshy plush face, cheeks as dark a red as he saw in the flames. Then of course was the flesh of the arms and the easily cut chest, it wreaked up and down with desperation for air. As Tichinde thought, the oxygen hear was little to none. The ooman wouldn't survive long. The cave was covered wall to wall in his winnings, skulls that gleamed with a lifeless pride, even if the Elder's didn't accept them, he liked to show them off.
"Pauk… Pauk-de… Pauk-de" Tichinde felt his mandibles immediately jut out and up in irritation, he knew that cursing all to well. There was of course a hollowed out amount of space beyond that willow tree outside and within it lived his only neighbor. Khoren. The raggedy dark blue Yut'ja wandered into the head of his cave looking desperately around. As Tichinde had thought, Khoren no doubt had been wandering in here searching through his space for fragments of rock and other skulls he'd gained on his hunts. It was a unacceptable cross of territory and he would not stand for it.
Tichinde jumped to his feet and such a guttural clicking growl roared throughout the cave it had Khoren turning to him returning the same amount of sounds forthright. Tichinde flexed his puke green body scales at Khoren daring him to take one more step into his space-
The ooman on the floor began to stir and just then decided to sit up and look around, gripping it's side at these strange sounds. Tichinde would have hit it or maybe slit it's throat but suddenly Khoren was no longer clacking or growling…in fact his annoying neighbor was just staring down at the ooman with a truly curious expression…
His dark brown slitted eyes searched the ooman on the floor once, probably taking in the injury and some of the blood still seeping through it before turning back to glance up at Tichinde, "Pyode Amedha?" Tichinde frowned at this as he personally never used the Elder's speech, much preffering 'ooman' as it's slang for 'Human'. The Elder's always referred to human's as 'Pyode Amedha' or 'Soft Meat' because that was what they were. Easy kill and what was more…He glared down at the ooman in question, defiantly soft. It curled up tighter as the pain in it's side really was slowly killing it.
Khoren seemed relatively interested as he stared down at the ooman some more, "Kalei'e Ooman… Aseigan?"
"Aseigan?" repeated Tichinde with his mandibles lowering in confusion, his fangs did stick up a bit as he tried to consider this. "…servant?" he glanced down at the small human child. He hadn't even known it was a girl until Khoren just said it. Tichinde had to admit he didn't ever wonder how the ooman's survived so long or even who they were before being his prey. All he needed was their skulls- granted now he didn't need their skulls because the Elders would never accept him again. Tichinde let out a frustrated grunt before letting his soulless black eyes leer out at Khoren, "Th'syra."
Khoren frowned at this statement, "Just a skull." Khoren glared down at the ooman once more before suddenly taking a step toward it's curled up position; his overall blue scales flexing a bit before he started to camouflage himself into the space just inside the cave…Tichinde's cave.
Tichinde hissed immediately, mandibles leering out wide even as Khoren began to fade entirely into the air, it was as if he wasn't there. Tichinde did not spare a minute he readjusted his mask and immediately his heat vision caught sight of Khoren just in front of the ooman. He let out a merciless cry before lunging at Khoren just over the ooman, it ducked down covering it's head just as the loud thwack of Tichinde's fist met the side of Khoren's predator mask.
Khoren merely spat out though and then quickly had his three radar three pronged lasers spin off to directly point at him; It was of course Tichinde who raised his claws ready to attack again, his mind and urgency was all roaring with the thrill of the hunt. The blood hunger was calling his name and it was for Khoren, damn Khoren. He hadn't been exiled, he was a favorite of everyone…but he lived here in the woods beside Tichinde like some sort of huge bastard. He was even a full blooded with so many kills it could quite possibly even threaten his own wall of skulls.
"Owwwww…" The human moaned much louder breaking Khoren's concentration and giving Tichinde the fatal blow opportunity. He swung down knocking Khoren down and to the side, his mask was slightly cracked but it did not break. Tichinde glowered down at him, eyes a gleam with that remaining presence of bloodthirst.
Khoren reared his mandibles before finally slouching back, but pointed a single claw at the small ooman, "P'ayp'ayel" he choked out, gagging up some of the green neon colored blood all Yautja had inside them. Tichinde could only frown at this, he looked down at the small ooman with his mandibles still wide open and yet the bloodthirst slowly sinking away as he tried to understand what on earth Khoren was bitching about-
"Pet?"
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