Author's Note: I do not own any piece of the Aliens or Predator franchise. This work is a piece of fanfiction and I am in no way making any money off of it. The only thing I own are the characters created for this story.
Prologue
In the deep void above LV-525 a large vessel de-cloaked. Silently, an outer door opened and a black metallic pod about four feet around shot forth towards the planet. The pod burned a bright orange as it sped through the atmosphere towards the surface. When it impacted, a signal went off on the Bridge of the vessel. The Hunt Master and the General of the D'ixnt Clan looked on in deep contemplation. The mandibles of the Hunt Master clicked a few times as he turned to face the General. "(First we wait,)" he said in his native tongue to the General. "(Then we hunt!)"
"(Realize that the Humans will send their warriors to the planet as well,)" said the General.
"(Of course!)" said the Hunt Master. "(In fact, I am counting on it. It will make for a better Hunt.)"
"(Have you chosen your Keeper for this Hunt?)" asked the General.
"(I have,)" said the Hunt Master. "(Have you chosen your Guardian of the Hunt yet?)"
"(Not as of this time,)" said the General. "(However, there is yet time.)"
The Hunt Master said nothing, but merely nodded his head as the two of them returned their attention to the view of the planet in the main window.
"(Master,)" said a Bridge crewmember. "(A Human approaches the pod.)"
The mandibles of the Hunt Master clicked excitedly. "(And so it begins,)" he said.
To be continued…