Disclamer: I do not own predator, Any similarities between characters in this fiction and those in real life and other fiction is purley coincidental

Agent of the Arbitrators

Summary: an infant boy is crossed with Yautja DNA in a human experiment, 16 years later his life takes a turn he never imagined.

Where it all began:

Location: Military facility "High Peak", Rocky Mountains

Personnel: Science Team: 30 Enlisted Men: 64 Officers: 4

Purpose: "Classified"

Year: 2002

General Samuel Richards had a bad feeling bout this particular project; he had been in charge of High Peak for 5 years and because of this he had seen his share of strange occurrences. "Last time I apply for freak detail" he thought to himself. He and the scientists knew that High Peak was a bio weapons lab where the military conducted experiments that weren't exactly approved of or even known by most the government. He grimaced at the fact that most of the enlisted however did not know what they were actually guarding.

"General were ready to proceed". Richards turned to regard the man who had spoken to him; it was Paul Sheers the leading scientist of the team at High Peak. "Very well" came his reply in a tone that suggested he was not enthusiastic about what they were about to do, however he turned and followed the scientist down the hall to the med labs. While passing a security checkpoint Sheers excitedly told the general "I believe that this project will turn out to be our greatest success", Richards however wasn't listening he was mulling two projects over in his mind which quite frankly he believed they could do without. One of which had been completed months ago. The facility had received a small cluster of xenomorph eggs and had used science volunteers to breed them. Richards didn't like those monstrosities on his base but they were safely held in the holding cages so he didn't mind too much. The other project however he liked even less.

"Identification please" a mechanical voice snapped Richards out of his thoughts, "interrupt me again and I'll tear your metal ass apart" he thought to himself. Sheers however had already input his I.D and the two of them walked into the med lab, an infant was lying on the medical table surrounded by 4 or 5 scientists that had hooked a needle I.V up to the infant and were waiting for approval before proceeding. Sheers looked at the general. "Proceed" Richards ordered in a flat emotionless tone as he watched the I.V drain the neon green colored blood into the infant. He remembered how this project came to fruition very well, about a month ago an alien dubbed the predator by those who new about it was killed by a group of American special forces soldiers fighting alongside rebel forces in a tribal war in Nigeria. The corpse was preserved, and bought to High Peak where its blood that was still intact was extracted and stored. The aim of the project was to create bio engineered super soldiers that were stronger, faster and could heal quicker. "

Outside the base Private Stan Wellman was pissed of "How come I gotta man this f$#& check point all the time!" he yelled, the other man Private Frank Wheeler sighed angrily. "Because you're always picking fights with brass! Idiot" he yelled back. Stan was about to reply when he heard strange sounds coming from close by the entrance checkpoint. "Hey" Stan yelled to Frank "what" came the reply. "Thought I heard something strange, I'm gonna go check it out". "Fine but make it quick or it'll be both our asses". Stan moved into the snow covered valley assault rifle at the ready, however it was night and visibility outside the base was almost zero. "It's okay its nothi…" Stan sentence was cut off when a spear projectile hit him in the head killing him instantly. "Stan, Stan!" frank called, cocking his rifle while he reached for his radio but he was stopped short when something invisible came out of nowhere with a spear and impaled him. The air filled with electricity as 5 predators switched off their cloak to collect their prize. One of the predators looked to the pack leader "what now Gro'Kesh".

Gro'Kesh looked at the blooded hunter asking him and replied in an irritated tone "our objective is to retrieve the corpse of the fallen young blood and then destroy the Ooman facility. The five reactivated their cloaking devices when they heard the massive base doors opening t allow out the second shift, quickly dispatching the replacement guards the five proceeded inside. "Gi'Ha, release the kiande amedha, they will provide a useful distraction" Gro'Kesh hissed. Gi'Ha took off down the hallway to the room marked "holding cages" and proceeded inside. "Now let's get the fallen young blood corpse and get the Pauk out of here" Gro'Kesh hissed to several growls of agreement.

Sergeant Jose Contreras was checking and preping his weapons, an AR-15 with attached M203 grenade launcher and 45. Caliber pistol when he heard an alarm go off and the base's computer generated voice saying the message "security breech" "security personnel report to holing cages" a few moments later he heard gun fire. Strapping on his armor and readying his weapons he stepped out the door of the barracks and proceeded to the holding cage area. Before he got their however he could hear reports saying that the soldiers near the holding are had been overrun. Just then he heard General Richardson call over the radio for the remaining soldiers to barricade the med lab as all those outside of it were already dead. "That Asshole" Contreras cursed, then he realized that his vitals monitor had been destroyed in a training exercise the day before and he had neglected to mention it. Rounding a corner he spotted to creatures which he knew to be the xenomorphs. "They do look like demons out of hell" he said under his breath, just then the xenomorphs sensing him let out a battle screech, wheeled around and charged. Contreras unloaded on them bringing them both down in bloody smoking heaps. Collecting himself he continued to make his way to the med lab all the while saying sarcastically to himself "why the hell am I so unlucky".

General Richardson remained calm as watched the dozen remaining soldiers arm their weapons and barricade the door. Cocking his pistol he readied himself knowing that this would probably be the end, all the scientists including Sheers had been killed in the initial outbreak, even though their weren't that many xenomorphs most of his men were dead. He couldn't figure it out there were only about 30 xenomorphs and it was reported that more then half of them were dead. What else was killing his men? Well at least he knew one thing the infant experiment was safe with them, he had put it in an incubation unit before the outbreak and it was still in med lab with them. Just then he heard one of his men cry out "What the? Holy S#", He quickly ducked out of the incubator room in time to see blue plasma bolts engulf half his men. The remaining men fired in every direction and Richards hit the deck to avoid being hit. By the time he looked up again all his men had been taken out. Suddenly he spotted the distortions in the room. Drawing his pistol he fired hitting the closest invisible figure in the wrist. An electric wine filled the air as the cloak deactivated and he saw what had killed his men.

"C'jit" Gro'Kesh cursed as the bullet hit his cloaking device making him visible. The Ooman looked taken aback and he would take advantage of that hesitation. Unleashing a roar of anger he charged at the Ooman and impaled him with his wrist blades. "Gro'Kesh, Gi'Ha has finished taking the young blood corpse to the ship". Gro'Kesh let the Ooman crumple to the floor and turned to the hunter that had spoke to him and replied. "Good now we plant the plasma bomb and leave this Pauk-de planet! So gather your trophies and lets move" roars of triumph greeted this statement. Gro'Kesh then set his plasma bomb for the equivalent 30 minutes in human time and followed the other hunters as they rushed out.

As Contreras approached the med lab he immediately knew something was wrong, the doors had been completely blasted and the remaining xenomorphs outside it had all been killed. Worried he stepped into the med lab. "What the f#&" he said in horror. All the men had their heads and spines ripped out. With his assault rifle at the ready he made his way through the room searching for survivors. He had just found the dead general Richards when he heard two things. One was muffled crying of a baby and the other was a chirping which sounded to him like a count down. Running into the adjoining room he located the incubator that held the infant wrapping the infant onto his back as he had seen mothers in Africa do, he ran as fast as he could to the auxiliary entrance which was much closer to him than the main one. Opening the doors he immediately went to the vehicle shack and powered up a snow mobile. He decided he would make his way to a civilian aid station for climbers and back country skiers 8 miles away. When he was about 2 miles away from High Peak he felt the ground shake very violently and a giant explosion of blue blazed into the night sky. When he and the infant reached the aid station he left his guns on the snow mobile but took the baby off his back, cradled it in his arms and said "don't worry I'll always protect you and raise you so you can protect yourself, I can see the fury your eyes even now that you will be a great warrior of whatever it is you choose to fight for". The infant, smiling reached up to his face and touched the deep gash on his face that he had obtained long ago in Somalia. Contreras again spoke to the infant "one such as you deserves two names one will be the name people will know you as, the other will be the representation of the real you. Your name as my son will be Miguel but the name of the real you will be Young Fury". With that said Contreras smiled and cradling the infant in his arms, walked into the aid station.

Out in space the group of Yautja hunters was celebrating their success. The 5 Yautja were proudly displaying their Pyode and Kiande Amedha trophies along with the retrieved corpse of the young blood to the elder and females of the clan. All of last month had been spent finding the corpse of the foolish young blood that was taken by the Oomans. None were happier however than Gro'Kesh. The fact that he had led the mission without losing any of the others made him very high in the eyes of the Elder and the Ancients who were coming to name him as an arbitrator in light of his constant success and vigilance on the hunt. For him no honor could have been greater. He hated the bad bloods with a single minded ferocity and wished to see them all dead. "Today dawns a new beginning for me" he thought encouragingly.

First fan fic, I have another chapter ready but I need reviews, I don't care if your nice or not so if you want to say some thing just say it