Chapter 1

Mistake of the Gods

Year 2020: A Yaujta(Predator) ship containing Xenomorph(alien) eggs and beginning stages is ambushed by a ship of a rival clan. Unknown to them the planet over which the ship was floating above was populated.

Amu'ga fought furiously to keep the ship in space. The room was flooded with a crimson red light as the alarms went off, the horns screeched through the ship with a deafening cry. Sparks flew across the control boards, everywhere he looked warnings and alarms covered the screens. Warnings flashed on the control boards.

The ship shook violently; the damned rivals had been foolish. Not only was it forbidden to interrupt a blooding ritual but they had done it from afar and without announcing the attack. Dishonorable cowards! He jammed down on a series of buttons; he felt the ship stabilize itself as the starboard engines roared to life. A few crew members helping him try to save the ship lost their balance and fell from the sudden realignment.
Under normal circumstances it would have been humorous, but he had no such time for humor.

"All warriors, report to the escape cruiser!"He shouted over the intercom. He looked

Up from the intercom and stared into the empty void. The enemy ship drifted hundreds of meters away, no doubt watching in amusement as their ship fluttered back and forth between life and death.

"If I must die I will have the honor of taking their lives as well," he growled to himself.

He jammed down on a series of buttons, a screen shot up with a picture of the enemy ship. He slammed a fist down on a button. He heard the sound of the main weapon powering up, then he heard it discharge three bursts of energy. The blue bolts of energy raced towards the enemy ship, he could imagine the surprised looks on their faces when they saw the danger approaching.
The enemy ship rumbled to life and quickly fired up its engines. The first burst missed as the pilot managed to maneuver the ship slightly. But the next two hit clear across the nose of their ship, the bolts of pure energy burned their way through the metal alloy, but they were all non vital hits.
Amu'ga watched as the enemy began to charge up their own weapons. He looked down at the screen, the escape ship had been launched, and his comrades were safe. He turned his gaze back to the enemy ship. It fired its weapons, he watched as the bright bolts flew towards him. He closed his eyes and awaited the Black Warrior.*

*The Black Warrior is the Predator version of the Grim Reaper*

2020: 2 hours after the crash. The pieces of the ship scattered after going through the atmosphere. The largest pieces landed in East U.S.A, Western Europe, Southern Russia, and Southern Mongolia. Smaller pieces were scattered near the bigger ones.
Sanders had joined up to fight for his country. He'd joined up to fight the good fight. To be one of those soldiers on the promotional posters, standing tall and proud with a sense of duty in their pose.

He'd joined up to fight the Taliban and any other bastards that had a problem with America. He had not joined up for this.

The dozen other marines sat silently as the truck backed up past the yellow tape. Sanders looked out the open back; the piece of crap that had fallen from the sky was massive. Easily as tall as a ten story building and probably a foot ball field long and wide. Fires dotted its massive structure, every now and then a chunk would fall off from the main piece. He'd signed up to fight the god damn Taliban, not hump his way through some freaky science fiction crap that had fallen out of the damn sky.

"Alright people, we are here to investigate and report. We don't know if there's anything in there that'll attack but keep your guns close and your teammates closer just in case. Any questions?"

"Yeah," said a private, "why aren't the damn egg heads doing this?"

"Because they send all the smart ones to the marine's dumbshit!"
A few of the marines burst into chuckles.

"Now if there are no more stupid questions, let's get on with this!"

"YES SIR!"

The truck came to a stop right in front of the structure and the marine's piled out. From there they used C4 to blow their way in, then they split into six man squads to search through the structure. As they searched they could hear the sounds of other teams making their way into the strange structure. Sanders kept his FN SCAR close to his chest, his shouldered flash light illuminating the dark and foreboding hallways of the structure. His breathing became labored and loud as he traveled with his comrades through the hallways. He soon became worried that he was breathing too loud but realized everyone else was doing the exact same thing.

"This is Bravo-2, anybody reading me?"Asked someone over the COM

"This is Delta-4, I read you, "replied the Captain

"Roger Delta-4 we are making our way up to what we believe to be the fifth floor. We're seeing signs of melted alloy. How about you?"

"We ain't got much, except a bunch of pansy's that call themselves marines, "he replied then looked at the squad accusingly.

"I hear you Delta-4...hold on a sec...what was that? Private was that you?..."

"Bravo-2, you all right?"

"Yeah, could have sworn I heard something though...we're moving up to the next floor. Bravo-2 out."

"Come on ladies, we ain't getting paid by the hour," commanded the Captain. The squad continued down the ominous hallway, their lights their only salvation from the dark.
Eventually they exited the hallway and entered into a large wide open room. Inside were multiple glass cylinders, kinda like what you'd find in a science lab. Water covered the floor, the marines made splashing sounds as the spread across the room.

"This shit is becoming seriously freaky, "commented one marine.

"Tell me about it, I'd almost rather be in Rwanda, fighting the New Taliban."

"Shut it tweedle dee and tweedle dumb, "growled the Captain.

"What does that make me?"Asked another marine.

"Dipshit."

"Hey! Captain, found something over here!"Shouted one of the marines.

"Over where?"

"Over here, it looks like an egg!"

"Don't touch it!"Shouted the Captain as he motioned for the marines to follow him.

"Whoa! It opened up!"

"I said don't touch it marine!"

"I didn't Captain I just-"

The marine's sentence ended in a muffled sound.

"Marine! Respond!" Nothing."GO! GO! GO!"

The entire squad flicked their rifle safeties off. They rushed over to their comrade, rifles at the ready.

"Marine! Respond damn it!"Shouted the Captain.

"Over here!"Shouted one marine. The squad gathered over by the marine, he knelt down to the body of their missing member."There's something on his face."

Sanders moved to get a better look and saw that the man was right. There was some sort of pale spider like creature attached to the Private's face with a thin tail wrapped around his neck.

"Get it off!"Shouted someone. Sander took both sides of the creature with his hands and pulled, the thing remained attached, actually pulling the marine's head with it as Sander's heaved with all his might.

"This is Delta-4! We have a man down! Something's on his face! We're evacing now!"Shouted the Captain.

"Hold on buddy! Hold on! We'll get you help! Don't worry!"

Bravo-2 stood silent as they listened to Delta-4's transmission.

"Hold on buddy! Hold on! We'll help you help! Don't worry!"

"Damn, guess we aren't alone in here, "said one marine.

"Stow it boy, "said the Captain, "let's move one."

The team had somehow found themselves in a large area with enough room to fit 500 people easily. They assumed it was some sort of cargo area but it was completely empty, nothing except some weird shit on the floor, so maybe a sewer system. It was defiantly moist enough.

"Captain, maybe we should clear out. I mean we don't even know what we'r-"

"Shut up marine, we do as we're told!"

"Yeah bu-"

"You scared?"

"No sir but considering-"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Officer and subordinate whipped around at the blood curling scream. The squad gathered around a fallen marine, the captain pushed his men out of the way to get a better look. The marine had some sort of strange creature on his face; it matched exactly the description of the thing that took down one of Delta-4's men.

"What the fuck is that?" asked one marine.

The captain opened his mouth to respond but was silenced by a sudden hiss. The squad sprung to their feet, forming into a tight defensive circle. Their rifle's clicked as the flicked their safeties off. Their beams of light wandered frantically as the marine's searched for their target.

"Anyone see anything?"

"Nah!"

"Nothing!"

"I ain't got zip!"

The Captain tensed, his eyes locked down the sights of his rifle. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his cheek; his breath became quick and brief. His heart pounded like a jackhammer, it pumped so fast he thought it might actually burst from his chest. A whole minute passed without anything, then two, then three. He began to relax; perhaps it had simply been their imagination.
He was about to call the men at ease, when suddenly he felt a burst of pain lance through his chest. He screamed as he looked down and saw a sharp object protruding from his body. Blood fountaind out of him as the object lifted him off the floor with ease.

"Holy Fuck!"

"Shit!"

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"

"It's a mother fucking ambush!"

The captain felt his vision begin to black out. His senses began to fade rapidly. He knew they were only below him but it felt like they were miles away as he heard the sounds of gunfire and screeches. The cries of dying men and the unmistakable sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh. He closed his eyes and never opened them again.
2021
The marine's inside the strange structure lost contact with the outside world. It would take an hour to explain the loss of contact to the command branch. Another hour to decide what to do, and another hour to assemble a force to go in and investigate the situation.

By then, what marines that had survived the initial assault from the Queen and her small force of Predaliens were dead. But fate was merciful to those few. The majority of the 40 marines that had entered the structure were incapacitated and captured, then impregnated by the larval stages of the alien breed. They became hosts to the dangerous creatures, vessels to create the perfect life form. One with no feelings, no remorse, no conscience and no regard for life.

By the time the new force of marines had entered the structure, the larva had matured into full grown warriors. The humans were easily slaughtered, fighting an enemy they had no information about and no way to counter. All they could do was die. Soon the alien threat broke out from its hive and wiped out the human forces easily, despite their technology and machines of war, they were no match for this force that had conquered worlds thousands of times over.
The threat of the alien invaders became widespread. Everywhere people knew about the strange new breed of creatures that was quickly becoming the scourge of the human race. After an entire year from the incident, parts of the world were already lost with little hope of recovery.

The U.S.A had lost Ohio, Kentucky and Nebraska.
Europe had lost Ireland, half of Spain, lower Norway and Italy's heel.
Russia was one of the luckiest, it only the city of Omsk and the surrounding area.
Mongolia however lost 3/4 of its entire territory.
India and Afghanistan lost much of its territory.
Africa was lightly touched and only had a few minor out breaks in Algeria.
Australia and Canada was the only piece of land that remained completely untouched.
By then the UN had gathered together to try and quell the new threat that endangered the entire human race.

Joint Operation
U.S.M.C
Russian Spetsnaz
Location: Kentucky, Frankfort
Time: 18:43:32

Anna Semenov kept her eyes to the floor of the American Stryker. Her AK-120 across her lap. Its sleek black finish curved magazine and invincible structure payed tribute to the famous AK-47 used back in the day. She had outfitted her own with a 5x ACOG scope and under barrel grenade launcher. Her vest carried an entire bandolier of 40mm grenades, it added to the menace of her appearance. She liked it.

Anna had a slim but athletic body, one that had come in handy when dodging enemy fire or running from the bugs. In addition she had an attractive face and dark short hair.

She had known long ago it wasn't very good to be a pretty woman in the army; men had a tendency to flirt with you. Of course no one in her squad would even think of flirting with her, legend had it that one of her squad mates had had complimented her impressive bust then woken up with a dead pig head on his chest. She had even once threatened to cut off someone's balls and feed it to them through force.
As an icing on the cake, she twirled a knife around her fingers, like one would do with a pencil.

The tension in the Stryker was so thick she could have probably cut it with her knife. The Spetsnaz sat on one side facing the Marines on the other. The two teams sat glaring at each other, there had always been rivalry between Russia and U.S but it had escalated when Russia had threatened to nuke the U.S if it didn't get its bug problem under control. The U.N forbid the use of nuclear strikes but every country had built itself at least three nuke's just in case.

"Hey, watch this, "whispered one of the marines."Hey! Lady!"

Anna immediately stopped twirling her knife; she looked up to face the American.

"How'd you get into the Spetsnaz? With your mouth or your tits?"

A few marine's chuckled at the joke but most of them kept their mouth shut. They were the smart ones, because as soon as they began to chuckle, Anna twirled the knife and grabbed it by the hilt. With a small flick of her wrists she tossed the knife end over end, it flew past the marine's ear and sunk itself directly by his face.
The chuckles immediately died down, the marine's eyes widened as he saw how close the knife had come to his face.

The cold glare in Anna's eyes told him she could have hit him if she wanted to; casually she reached onto her belt and drew out another knife, then proceeded to twirl it as well. The only difference was that now she kept her eyes locked with the American's.

"She shut you up good marine, "commented their Sargeant, "I expect you to be a gentleman and return the knife she misplaced."

"Sarge I was just messi-"

"Now marine!"

The marine hesitantly reached back and pulled the knife from the wall behind him. Then slowly held it out for Anna to take back. She lightly kicked the marine's hand, making him throw the knife into the air; she easily snatched it from the air and put it back into its sheath.

A few Spetsnaz chuckled at the loudmouth marine, a few marines joined in as well.

"That ain't funny man, I could have been killed, "he whined.

"Stow it boy!"Growled his Sergeant.

"We're at the Drop off point!"Announced the driver,

Anna sheathed the knife she was spinning and readied her rifle. She ejected the magazine for a quick maintenance check, her fellow Spetsnaz were doing similar things with their weapons.

One of them, a big bear of a Russian that everyone had come to nickname 'Bear' reached to the ceiling of the Stryker and pulled down an M1314 minigun. He slung a large backpack of ammo onto his back, and then rolled his muscular shoulders. The Stryker's back door fell open.

The Private to her left was the first one out of the Stryker; she jumped up from her seat and ran out after him with the rest of the Russian warriors storming after them.

"Come on grunts! You wanna go back home to mama and tell her a bunch of bears out ran you?" Shouted the Sergeant.

The squad of Spetsnaz and Marines stomped through the streets of the ruined city of Frankfort. Its buildings had remained largely intact but it still felt like it had been destroyed. Wind whistled through the streets, buildings looked like they had been around for hundreds of years, paint chipped, chunks missing, windows smashed. Cars crowded the sides of the roads, abandoned in a rush to escape the black tide of animals. The sun had just set; the moon illuminated the sad scene. What had once been a city filled with people was now no more than a ghost town.

Anna took cover behind a broken down car, rust and time had formed a partnership and had not been kind to it.

"Wait for the signal, "whispered the American Sergeant.

A few moments passed, suddenly a flare burst up into the air, only twelve meters away from them. Then another shot up, then another and another. The entire night sky lit up like the stars had fallen closer to earth.

"There's the signal! Go! Go! GO!"Shouted the Sergeant. The Spetsnaz captain ordered the same, the two teams rushed into the city. In the distance Anna could already hear the sounds of gunfire, the screeches of the bugs and the death of both sides. Americans and Russian alike burst into building after building, clearing them of the infestations.

Anna kicked down the door of an abandoned Holiday Inn hotel. She pulled down her night vision goggles to her eyes and turned the on, the entire room took on a sickly green hue.
Almost immediately the bugs attacked them. A pair screeched at them from the ceiling, no doubt calling its hive.

"Contact!" She shouted, she sighted the dark horror and opened fire, the bug screamed as the bullets tore it to pieces. She shifted her fire to its companion, who was trying to escape. The powerful rounds tore through its exoskeleton riddled it with holes.

Anna ejected her empty magazine and reloaded, she walked on past the front desk and into a hallway. The entire surface of the walls was covered in a thick, spongy resin.

A bug scuttled into view at the other end of the hallway, it let out a deafening scream. Anna shut it up with a few rounds to its head.

Too late.

The walls began to come to life, bugs pushed out from their crevices in the walls. Everywhere she looked the walls seemed to be giving birth to new bugs. She aimed her rifle and jammed down on the trigger.

The bugs screeched as they fell under the stream of bullets, she emptied her magazine and reloaded, then resumed fire. But the horde would not be stopped; every second she took to reload they got closer and closer. She pulled the trigger of her grenade launcher; the projectile flew into the mass and detonated. It enveloped a dozen of the creatures in a fiery explosion, sending chunks of exoskeleton and limbs flying everywhere. But it still wasn't enough, sweat coursed down her neck as she backed up into a wall.

She felt something grab her shoulders, a pair of strong claws clamped down on her like a vice. She turned her head to see the drooling teeth of a bug. It opened its jaw and revealed its inner mouth.

Anna whipped around used the stock of her rifle to brutally smash the side of its head. It wasn't enough to kill the thing but it saved her from having a giant hole in her head, the bug crumpled to the floor, she raised her rifle and riddled it with bullets.
A few drops of acid flew from the body and landed on her sleeve. It instantly began to burn through her sleeve. She hastily drew a knife and slashed at the cloth, hoping to prevent any more of the liquid from burning through.

She turned back to the hallway, only to see the horde only five feet away. The lead bug stood onto its hind legs and prepared to jump on her.

"GET DOWN!"

Anna dropped to the floor. Above her she could hear the roar of a minigun as it chewed though hundreds of shells of ammo, a rain of discharged shells fell on her back, blanketing her in metal. Finally the sound of gun fire ceased, she looked up from the floor. The entire hoard of bugs had been wiped out; many had been left in two to three pieces.

"You all right?" asked Bear, standing above her with his minigun smoking.

"Fine, "she replied, pushing herself up off the ground.

The assault on Frankfort failed. While the initial attack had been successful on its own, the humans simply did not move fast enough to kill them while they had the advantage of surprise. One hour into the operation and the humans were no longer the predators, they became the prey. The aliens slaughtered them with the dark and through sheer numbers. A retreat was called too late.

100 marines and 50 spetsnaz entered the town. Only 10 marines and 5 spetsnaz survived.

2022
The attempts at purging the new threat to humanity has met with failure. Thousands of lives were lost in attempts at defeating the threat. By then, U.S had lost 6 more states. Europe had lost all of Spain, Norway and Italy. Then lost Portugal, Sweden, and Finland.

Mongolia had but 1/8th of its original territory left.
India soon became completely lost, with a few thousand survivors managing to escape.

Most of the Middle East had been lost.
China, Japan and Korea banded together to combat the growing threat in Asia but had little success.

Russia lost 1/5 of its territory in the south.
Canada began to have minor outbreaks along the borders of the U.S,
Australia became infected through impregnated humans that boarded the boats in hopes of a safe place, losing 1/3 of its territory in six months.
The Latin Americas lost half their states and 1/3 of Mexico.

Many in the UN began to talk about the future of mankind and how they would survive the inevitable defeat. Russia, Canada, Australia and China were the only ones that supported the thoughts of having a fall back plan.

The other's insisted on continuing the fight.

Regardless of the others, the four Countries began to come up with plans on how to survive the coming storm. The four eventually came up with the idea of Project: Fallout.

Underground sanctuaries, buried so deep underground not even the alien's could reach them. All four began to build such places in their respective countries. Australia managed to build one for every major city. Russia built enough to house 5 million people. Canada had the most, managing to place 5 shelters, that could each contain 1 million people, in each state. China managed to build enough for each province in its country but each could only support 100,000 or so.

The other countries laughed. They should have followed. After two years of hiding, growing, and breeding. The Aliens time, had come.

Reed sat lazily at his guard tower at Fort Turtle. The place was supposed to completely impenetrable. It was surrounded by 500 yards of electrified fence; it had minigun emplacements on each wall. To boot it housed 300 battle ready marines and contained a dozen tanks. So why the hell would they need him, a sniper with a .50 caliber rifle, to sit up here in the guard post and keep watch?

He sat laid back in his chair, chewing on his gum and watching the barren plain for any sign of movement.

"Uh...Pvt. Reed?"Crackled a voice over the COM,

"What?"He asked bluntly.

"Um...We're reading motion from the drones to the south, the direction just in front of you. Check it out. Over."

"Fine, "he replied with a sigh,

He got onto his feet and lifted up his Barrette. He adjusted he scope and looked down south to where the drones were stationed. A single bug scurried around the plain, wandering aimlessly, almost in a circle.

"The fuck? Bugs are never alone." He whispered no matter.

He placed the thing in his crosshairs and squeezed the trigger. The rifle kicked back as it released the giant bullet, it flew true and straight, blowing the thing's head clean off.

"Boom. Headshot."He stood up from his sniping position and turned on his COM,"just a straggler, I took care of it. Out."

He went back to his chair and closed his eyes; this place was too damn hot. Why did Texas have to be so damn hot?

"Uh...Reed?" Said the voice again, snapping him out of his napping.

"What!" He growled.

"We're still reading movement."

He muttered a curse then used his scope to see what was out there. He saw three bugs, standing over the body of their fallen pack member. One of them screeched into the air, loud enough for every marine to take notice.

"Holy Shit"

Seemingly out of nowhere, dozens of bugs burst out of the horizon, charging towards the fort. Reed wasn't worried until dozen became hundreds. He still wasn't too worried, they were just animals. Then hundreds became thousands.

Okay, now he was worried.

Everywhere he looked a thick blanket of black limbs and claws covered the landscape. It was like an army of giant ants, coming to swarm over an opposing colony.

"Everybody on your feet! We've got lots of trouble!"He shouted.

Every marine dropped what they were doing and went to their battle stations.

"We won't survive this, "he whispered as he looked out at the endless horde.

2023

The defeat seems soon. The bugs have surely won.

The UN knows this, everyone does. In a last desperate attempt, the UN approves the use of the nuclear devices.

The U.S launches its missiles into the states most infested. Russia fires its warheads, everyone fires their nukes. Entire hives are wiped out in a blink of an eye, many believe it to be the beginning of their victory. But it was not so. Other hives simply took the place of the destroyed ones; the nukes have done nothing except cause a dangerous spike in radiation.

The shelters built by Russia, China, Canada and Australia have been completed. The other countries desperately attempt to build their own shelters.

U.S manages to station one in Washington, California, Utah, Wyoming, and Florida. Citizens crowd around to try and enter the safe zones, they are not let in.

By the end of the year, people have started living in the underground shelters. The only state left standing is Alaska. Russia has made a last desperate stand in Moscow. China has only Beijing and Shanghai left.

Japan and Korea are gone. India and the entire Middle East is gone. Latin America is gone. Mexico makes a last stand at its capital. Europe has only the UK and Germany left.

Human civilization has all but crumbled. There are no more governments. If there is a president he's in the stomach of a bug. There is no more military, only stragglers that must fend for themselves.
The Bugs have won.

Lily grasped the hand of her mother firmly. She brushed her blonde hair from her face as they followed the soldiers down the deep dark hallway. Only a few high powered flashlights illuminated their path.

"Mommy, I'm scared, "she said, tugging on her mother's sleeve.

"I know honey, "she replied, "I am too."

"Can we go back home?"

"No Lily, this is our new home now."

2025

Yet all is not lost for the human race. From the day the first of us made a fire, to the day we learned to defy gravity, we have been a resilient race. Perhaps it was divine intervention, perhaps it was the science of the bug brain, and perhaps it's simply luck.

Whatever it was, it prevented the humans from becoming extinct. Many made a life on the surface, they survived and reproduced. A few managed to make settlements. Most simply wandered around and tried to survive.

Those in the shelters had also done well for themselves. Each shelter had been equipped enough supplies for an entire year. In addition live stock and farming was integrated into the shelters.

The people in the shelters had been chosen for their use to the community, metal workers, farmers, and computer specialists, everything they would need to rebuild. Even weapons makers were saved, what was left of the military were used as parties to go to the surface and scavenge for supplies.
No matter what it was that saved them, the humans were still alive.

Elliot stood in the queue for scavenger supplies. The line of about 5 men, all his age waited as they received a standard pack and weapon for scavenger business. Elliot had always wanted to see the outside world again, that is why he joined up with the scavenger teams. As the recruit in front of him received his pack and weapon, Elliot stepped up to the counter.

"Elliot, good to see you how've you been?"Asked the grizzly shop keeper.

"Pretty good I guess. "He responded.

"Finally going up to see the big world are ya?"Asked smelly man,"ain't ya a little young?"

"I'm 16 Harold, I can take care of it. "He said, crossing his arms.

"Ha! Before the bugs we had to wait until we was 18 to join any sort of military, "said Harold as he walked into the back.

"I know Harold, I lived up there too."

"Yeah whatever" said Harold, coming back with a pack and gun."Here you go standard equipment for the fresh meat. Your packs got a canteen of water and a box of rations that'll last you about a week. Here's your gun. Submachine gun, made from parts in the shelter. Shitty accuracy, chews through ammo like my 2nd wife with bacon but has a high rate of fire and is reliable."

"Thanks...I think," he said taking the weapon.

"Don't thank me; thank it when it saves your life. See ya when you get back."

"If I get back."

Else where

"This is our fault and you know it, "said the taller Yautja.

He was the tallest of the trio and held a large hammer in his right hand. The trio stared out the glass panel, watching the ooman planet as if it were about to explode.

"Not our fault, "said the second tallest, a larger than normal burner on his shoulder."It is the fault of those honorless fools. It is against the laws to interrupt with a blooding ritual."

"It doesn't matter, "said the shortest, in the middle, "it's happened and there is nothing we can do."

"C'jit!* I wanted to hunt ooman so badly!"Shouted the tall one.

"Be silent, they are all dead. Taken by the serpents," scolded the second.

"No, they are not, "said the shortest. The other two looked at him, puzzled.

"What do you mean?"Asked the second, "none can survive the swarm once it is in full bloom."

"They are a resilient species, like us, like me."

"You are different, "reasoned the tall one.

"Perhaps, but it am still what I am."

"We'll never forget that, "whispered the second.

"I begin to question the wisdom of seeding planets, "said the tallest.

"That could be accounted as treason. "Said the second.

"I agree," said the shortest.

"You're both crazy."

"Someday I will be elder, "stated the shortest, "when that day comes, I shall change the rules of the ritual. No longer will the Serpents infest another planet like this."

"You truly believe you'd become an elder? You?" Asked the second.

"He has a chance, "assured the tallest.

"I don't see the problem with this planet; the oomans were weak and were conquered. They are just prey," stated the second, crossing his arms.

"My lords "said an unblooded behind them."The elder is ready to see you."

"Very well, "said the shortest, he turned his head, and took off his mask as custom. Revealing his face. His human face.