Author's Note: Hello! First fic That I've actually made an attempt on. Constructive criticism welcomed! Also, I can't spell and sometimes my spell check has moments of retard-ness, so forgive me if I miss something and feel free to tell me!

DISCLAIMER: I declare that I do not own Alien©, Predator©, or Avatar:The Last Airbender© or any of the characters residing in each. I do own my own original characters.

Summery: A masked woman literally falls from the stars, and lands in the middle of a firebender's life. Can she teach him the true meaning of honor, or just see him as another trophy?

Chapter One

Fire In The Sky

Roars and barks ricocheting off the ribbed walls of the training hall. The smell of musk and sweat hung heavy in the air and invaded her nose like a hard meat spawn. Everyone around her was into the fight down below in the pit. The two males locked in jehdin jehdin, or hand to hand combat, had each other by the shoulders, trying to force their opponent from the ring. Roughly the same size, they seemed to match each others might perfectly, making a winner or loser hard to make out. Rin'deye watch on, indifferent to the combat below. They were both familiar to her, having grown up and been on countless hunts with both of them she knew of their strengths and weaknesses. Yu'gath was a silent killer, much like herself, and use projectile weapons such as knives and darts. He was calm and calculating, quick and agile, his leaner form providing him with the speed needed to execute his kills. Rin'deye allowed a small grin creep upon her face; he was one of her favorite sparing partners, and had been on of her only true allies throughout her life. Her gaze flickered over to the other male; Kalòd , however, was almost the exact polar opposite. Loud, rampant, and straight forward as hell. He boasted his skill with various styled glaives, swords and even large energy hammers, using his incredible amount of power to over throw his opponents. Rin'deye was actually surprised that Yu'gath had lasted as long as he did; he was not the strongest male when it can to physical puissance. Then again, Kalòd wasn't nearly the smartest.

Yu'gath then proved her thoughts correct when his arms finally started to quivered from the continuous strain, giving Kalòd the sign that he was weakened. With one final roar, Kalòd pushed forward, causing the slimmer male to fall back. As soon as his back hit the padded floor, Yu'gath justified the latter part of Rin'deye's musings; bringing his feet to his adversary's stomach, Yu'gath used the momentum of his fall to throw Kalòd over him, and out of the ring. The hall went mad with noise to an almost deafening point. Rin'deye winced slightly at the onslaught of sound and took it as her cue to leave. Not like there was much watch now anyways; she would congratulate her friend upon her return.

The young mix breed pushed her way through the crowd and out of the exit, leaving the noise and smells of the kehrite behind her. Small skirmishes similar to that one where more frequent now a days; the season of the rut was almost here. Males return from their year long hunting parties to the home world, where the females presided over the clan's territory, however it wasn't uncommon for an entire clan to be space bound and cut almost all ties from the planet. Her clan was somewhat half in half; most of the females did control the clan's territory, holding their higher rank within the Yautja society, while the rest of the clan stayed in space aboard an abnormally large mother-ship. Driven by their hormones and the smell of females' ready-to-mate musk, fights for dominance were frequent. Some usually ending fatally, if the female was worth it.

Rin'deye huffed at that thought. 'Worth it. Like we're trophies to be mounted on their walls,' she thought bitterly. Life mates were rare within this hunter's world, the main goal to spread the strongest genes for a stronger race. To gain honor in mating as many females as possible. To boast on how many pups one has fathered. She walked down the hallways, the fog flowing around her, curling around her legs like claws, wrapping her in a humid embrace. Love was a thing not truly understood by her people, except her own father. Ba'ùth was a respected member of their clan, until he discovered and bond with her mother, a human. After that, his honor was questioned and he was almost seen as an outcast. Her mother was treated even worse, expected to 'prove' her worth to the rest of the clan members. Which she did with the impressive skull of a kainde amedha queen. And that was just her first hunt. Rin'deye grinned to herself at the memories of her, but almost immediately frowned at one more recent; her mother was now gone.

Rin'deye's thoughts where interrupted as a large hand fell on her shoulder. She turned around, half expecting the worse and did not ease her tensed form when she saw who it was. "Kalòd, what honor do I owe this acknowledgment," she said, her voice dripping in cold sarcasm. The young males head tilted ever so slightly.

"No 'hello'," he clicked in return, pretending injury. Rin'deye only rolled her eyes; of course he would badger her now of all times.

"If your wondering whether I saw your spar with Yu'gath, I did-."

"That's nice, too bad you had to leave early though.-"

"-And I saw him kick your ass." With that she backed up a step and turned on her heel, walking away from the silently fuming Yautja. 'If he follows me, he's even more of an idiot than I thought.'

"So what happened to your solo hunt, mighty warrior," he asked, the sneer visible in his voice. Rin'deye's shoulders slumped. 'Yes, an idiot he is.'

"It's still scheduled," she replied monotonously.

"And why is it you always decide to 'schedule' these hunts before the rut," Kalòd pried. Always, ever since she left during her first mating season ten years prior he has asked the same questions of why's, what's and when's, continuously pretending friendship, but his words and tone always told her a different story . "If I did not know any better, I'd say you were running away," he continued, slowing his pace moving from her left to her blinded right side. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were afraid."

Rin'deye's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Then it's a good thing you don't know any better," she retorted, venom obvious in her words. She quicken her steps, wanting to get away from this annoyance as fast as she could.

The docking bay doors opened as she spoke, revealing a plethora of ships docked along the main pathway. Smaller catwalks lead off of the primary to allow easier access to the ships. Her own ship was petite in comparison to the rest, but it was the fastest. She had labored for nigh forty moons upgrading it until it fit her standard for stealthiness, speed, and maneuverability. It was long and slender, with only enough room to house one hunter, and one no bigger than herself. Which means only she had the ability to fit inside and not suffocate. 'Sometimes being half ooman has it's perks,' she thought with a grin.

Rin'deye walked up the catwalk adjoining her vessel and tapped in her code. The door glided open, and a small ramp slid out allowing her access. The arrogant male behind her placed a foot on the ramp to enter as well, but the door quickly sealed shut, the ramp drawing back just as fast, catching him off guard and almost losing his balance. Kalòd regained himself, looking around to see if anyone witnessed his moment of embarrassment before turning back and growling at the door. With that he turned to leave; he would give her hell when she returned. He stopped, his mandibles curved into a 'yautja smile', one of malice. That was if she returned. Once again he check to see if anyone could see him, but realized that the bay was fairly clear on his side. With that thought in mind he turned back to the ship; he would have to work quickly.

Rin'deye sighed as she sat in the pilot's chair, tapping in the coordinates for a planet she knew of in a near by system. Before finishing the entering process, she fired up the engines, allowing a moment to let the rest of the systems to boot up. Wasting no time running a second diagnostic that day, she hit the restraint release, took hold of the joysticks and smoothly backed the craft from the docking bay and out the shielded opening of the hanger into the cold of space. She tapped in the final commands for the auto pilot before swing the chair around and exiting the command room. Just as the door closed, a small red light upon the control panel flashed on, and continued to blink even as the rest of the room slowly grew dark.

Dawn was breaking across the lands, the light chasing away that of night and the many twinkling gems stuck within. Fingers of the sun's brightness flickered over the leaves of the forests and the sparkling waves of the water before finally crawled upon the dark hull of a ship. A lone figure stood out against the railing, clad in dark red and black armor, his pale hands gripping the dull rail. He gazed out upon the water, a scowl planted firmly upon his face making the angry scar over his left eye all the more menacing. That was where his thoughts lay this calm morning; his permanent disgrace. The memories of that dark time playing over in his head...

Zuko knelt on one knee, the Angi Kai cloak draped over his bare shoulders. He was not afraid to face this general, this man who would sacrifice a platoon of soldiers just to win a battle. That was why he was here. He spoke out against the general's plan while within his father's, Fire Lord Ozai, war chambers. He questioned the honor of the man, and therefore his father sentenced him to fight against him. Which the prince had no problem doing. Zuko rapidly stood and turned, taking position, but he stopped. It was not the general, but his own father he faced. The cloak fluttered to the ground as Zuko himself bowed down before the Fire Lord. He begged for his mercy;how could he fight against his own father?

"Get up and fight," the Fire Lord replied coldly.

"I won't fight you," Zuko said firmly.

"You will learn respect and suffering will be your teacher." The prince looked up upon those words, tears of fear of the unknown reflected in his golden eyes. Ozai's fist rose and then punched forward, releasing the inner fire. He saw the flames racing towards him but he did not move, his body was frozen on the spot, waiting for the pain he was sure to endure...

The banished prince closed his eyes; he could still feel the tongues of fire against his skin, burning away at his flesh as well as his honor. "Prince Zuko, fancy seeing you up at such an hour. Already to start your training I see," General Iroh said as he walked towards the middle of the deck. Zuko turned around, surprised that he had not heard the old man walking towards him. The young man opened his mouth to reply, but stopped and turned around. What was that? "Uncle, do you hear that," he asked, trying to figure out where it was coming from. It sounded much like a dull roar, as if it was far a way. The old general moved forward, standing besides his nephew, brows knitted in thought as he too listened to the strange noise. "It sounds as if it's coming closer," he replied noting the steadily increasing volume. Zuko looked towards the sky, trying to see above the immensely tall forest around them as the sound became louder... as well as closer. Zuko growl in realization. "It's coming right for us!" He turned and ran back towards the open stairway that lead to the bridge atop the tower. He climbed the stairs two at a time until he reached the command room, well above the height of the trees. The ship's captain was standing near one of the great windows when Zuko approached him. "Where is that sound coming from," he demanded. Lieutenant Lee handed the prince the telescope he had been using, his posture stiffening as the young man snatched it from his hand.

"There seems to be something on fire in the sky. There," he pointed in the direction of the now escalated roar. Zuko looked into the eye piece, searching the sky though the magnified glass until it landed on what seemed to be a ball of flames and metal; the source of the uproar. The longer he looked at it the quicker he realized it was head straight in their direction. "Captain," Zuko barked out, but the Lieutenant needed no instruction to see that the fiery object was head straight for his ship. Already the order had been sent down to the galley to reverse the coal follow, making the ship move backwards. Each second the angry clamor grew in it's intensity to an almost deafening height, as the projectile of flames hurried forward.

Zuko and Lee raced back downstairs to the deck with all seven of the other firebenders, the general included. There was no way, even with the tower out of its direct path, the object would still crash into the ship. The benders formed a long horizontal line along the deck, hands at the ready, until the fires from the falling metal met the force of the benders. Using all of their might, each bender pushed their flames, helping to keep their ship and object above them apart. It happened within seconds, but for each man, those seconds seemed to twist into agonizing hours as they struggled to protect their own ship. The burning metal above them finally was clear and sent flying away from them, crashing into the trees across the river, causing a diagonal line of destruction as it plunged towards the earth. With one final boom and a dramatic throw of fire and smoke, all of the excitement slowly dwindled. The only sound was that of the heavy breaths of the exasperated soldiers aboard the ship.

"What in the name of Sozin was that," said the Lieutenant between breaths. Zuko narrowed his eyes at the path of destruction left by the scorching monstrosity as he slowly regained his own breath. "Ready the komodo rhinos," he ordered. Everyone bowed and hurried forward to fulfill the princes wishes, all except Iroh. The old man strode to where his nephew stood, gazing at the path left by the flying mystery. A question of why sat on his lips, but Zuko beat him to it. "If that thing was flying, there's a chance whoever might be it has seen the Avatar's bison." His topaz eyes narrowed; there was no harm in checking, besides it wasn't like it was going anywhere.

They followed the smoldering path left by the metal object, the mushroom cloud still clinging to sky. Zuko sat upon his steed, leading the other three komodo rhinos each carrying two firebenders of their own, include the old general. Zuko's father had not granted him much upon his banishment, therefore dealing with what he had had become a norm for the prince. The komodos and their riders reached the bulk of metal, no longer on fire, but still steaming hot to the touch. It was less than half the size of their own ship, but slightly bigger then a flying bison. It was sleek, and exotic in it's looks, resembling a koi fish in body, but the rear of the machine was almost fan shaped; three circular conjunctions protruded from it. Zuko maneuvered his rhino around the debris, some still engulfed in flames, to the object's front; there was what seemed to be a window, but it was cracked and blacked, caused by the flames more than likely. He couldn't see anything inside.

"What is it," a solider said, voicing what was on all of their minds.

"Maybe it's from the Earth Kingdom," another suggested.

"No, no. They can not possibly posses the ability to craft something so smooth, and to make it fly?"

"Maybe it's from the Fire Nation," Zuko said, tossing in another possibility. Everyone looked is way; at least that theory seemed more believable than what they could conjure.

"Or maybe," attention diverted to Iroh. "Maybe it is not from any of the nations, maybe it is from somewhere else."

The whole company was silent.

"That's impossible!" The prince exclaimed. He turned back towards the metal giant. 'Where else could it have come from?" Almost on que, a violent hiss sounded, coming from the side they were facing. A part of the wall was moving up and away, a mangled ramp stretch from out from the inside. Misted drifted from the hollow interior and an eerie reddish-orange light faded and brightened rhythmically. For a while nothing happened, everyone was tense, fists automatically at the ready. Zuko strained to see inside the belly of the metallic monster, the fog hindering his view. His topaz orbs darted back and forth, sweep in a military style as he searched for something, anything or anyone that might have been in this strange vessel. At first he saw nothing, but then suddenly he spotted something; a figure that seemed to be part of the mist, but slowly it solidified into a body, shadowed by the back-light behind them.

The prince hesitated.

The figure did not move. Zuko gritted his teeth.

"By order of the prince of the Fire Nation, state your name and nationality. Immediately," he bellowed. He refused to let the strangeness of the situation and of this mysterious person effect him. Still, the figure within the doorway stayed still. The young man's scowled deepened ever so slightly, his patience wearing thin. "I said now," he yelled. The sound of unsheathed metal was the response. Everyone tensed, the soldiers awaiting the mark to attack. But they never would receive that order. The rigid moment suddenly eased as the person dropped to their knees, the metal upon metal sounding once again until they dropped forward, revealing what appeared to be a young girl, clothed scantly in strange bluish metal armor. A frightening spiked mask covered her face as thick, long braids of dark hair fell away from her head. Large metal gauntlets encased her forearms, but strangest of all was the coloring of her skin; a dark beige covered the backs of her arms, legs, and torso, peppered with black spots of varying sizes as they fade away towards her front, leaving a creamy whiteness. She was indeed quite a menacing, and astonishing sight to behold.

"So Prince Zuko," spoke Iroh, breaking the silence. "What is that you plan to do?"

Zuko looked up at his uncle, face void of his surprised look, and was replaced by his trademark scowl. This was no time to show weakness. "We'll take her with us; if she was flying that... that thing, then she might have caught sight of the Avatar." He turned to look back at the bizarre girl. "Tie her up, and throw her in the brig when we return." With that he made to turn around, but his uncle intercepted his path with his own rhino. "Zuko, if I may ask you-".

"What," he rudely interrupted.

Iroh regained himself. "This woman is hurt, and from what I can see has lost much blood." The prince turned around, having not notice this before hand. As one of the men lifted her up, he could see the red blood that drenched her left side, her abdomen graced with a large and ugly gash. "Perhaps we should help her and in return she may help us," Iroh continued. Zuko snorted, turned back around in his saddle and guiding his rhino away from his uncle's obstruction. "Fine," he said with finality. The old general gave his nephew one last glance before helping the troops to carry their most recent and unusual guest.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't ask me which episode this is suppose to take place in, I have no clue. I'm just kind of... going along with it for right now. I'll actually like, figure out which episode it is and apply it... too... some other chapter... in the future. Yeah, future, yeah.

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