I've been musing about a possible sequel for AVP:R for a while(you know, to make up for the crappiness) and the movie left us with such a nice Cliffhanger. Yutani gets Wolf's gun...
From inside his mask, Wolf growled in frustration as his charred onyx claws sank deep into the earth, his attempts to tug his pinned lower half from underneath the rumble caused by the Ooman nuclear explosion beginning to look futile.
He was beginning to regret ever coming to this backwater planet...'Earth' the Oomans had called it.
The Metal claws of his wrist gauntlet emerged with a sharp shinkt but upon seeing those were broken from the blast, just as broken as his legs, Wolf simply roared...and closed his eyes.
He gave up.
There was nothing he could do. Besides, he'd completed his mission...As far as he could tell the Abomination he'd hunted down was dead along with all the other serpents.
Wolf allowed himself a breath of relief.
No, he hadn't killed it, but Predaliens were stains in the Predator bloodline anyways; Not worthy of having it's skull taken and displayed as a trophy. It was quite a shame, thought Wolf, the creature had put up one hell of a fight, and had even killed two of his brethren before he'd even caught wind of it. Such an opponent would surely win him a few more mates...
The hunter allowed his tense body to relax. The ruble crushing him, and the various poles and metallic objects peircing his thick green-tan skin, further pinning him left him only one option: To sit and wait to die, and after all the hell he'd just went throught, Wolf was determined to die as painlessly as possible...
He exhaled slowly, and relaxed his head against the soft soil, his black-dreads fanned about the ground, eyes easing closed...
"Hey! There's something else over here!"
Wolf's eyes snapped open, the translator in his mask recognizing the language as English; One of the various languages of the Ooman species. It was then he was ready to just smack himself in the face:
Oomans, as barbaric and violent as they could be, were also a curious race. They'd most certainly take him and the rest of his technology, that his species had taken unimaginable years to develop, to use to their advantage and easily take down future hunters.
When one thought, this would simply make them worthier prey, but Humans were anything but passive or docile. Deceiving and War-craving creatures, they'd use their newfound weapons and eventually destroy themselves. No humans meant no serpents, no Xenomorphs to hunt, and no Xenomorphs meant no honour, and there went a large part of the Predator's way of life.
'C'jit!' , Wolf cursed from within his mask.
He was so distracted with the pain, and so pleased that the Abomination was dead he'd forgotten to bomb the place once more, and erase all existance of himself and the serpents in the process. Then there was the question of what the Oomans were doing down here in the first place...
"What the Fuck is that thing?" A shrill, slightly automated, but still clearly male voice said, and Wolf guessed he was talking about him.
Something metal and blunt struck him quickly in the back of the head and he growled loudly in a warning to whoever had administered it, his mandibles clicking in approval when he heard the Oomans stumble back in the appropriate fear.
"It's Alive..."
The deep, calm and commanding voice, also automated from what Wolf could hear, made him still and quiet. It was unlike a Predator to feel scared...but it was also unlike them to be vunerable. Yautja's were always armed, even to the teeth, and ready to fight. But not Wolf. All least not in his current state.
"...but not for long," noted the male, with what sounded like dissapointedment...And perhaps a smidgen of concern?
Wolf snorted in his mask at the concept of these creaturing feeling concern for something that was not their own, but his doubt quickly turned into surprise. Something sharp and precise had attempted to stab it's way through his hide. The Yautja wanted to laugh at this attempt to bring about pain; He'd barely felt anything.
"Shit," came the dissapointed voice of the apparent leader, "Skin's to thick...Oh well. It doesn't look like our extra-terrestrial buddy here will be getting up any time soon anyways. Get me a gurney over here. We'll take it in with the other one."
Wolf froze, a questioning growl rumbling in his throat as his mind began to reel.
Just who was "The Other One?"
As far as he knew, the distress signal sent out by his fallen brethren had gotten to him and him only. He didn't see any other ship heading for earth to take care of the problem...and he began to imagine the worst...
Maybe he'd been foolish to rely on the Human's Nuke to do his job for him.
Maybe the abomination wasn't so dead afterall...
Alright! The first chapter is up, and for someone who only has a hazy idea of how the AVPverse works, Predator costums, and the Military, I think I did an OK job!
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