Note: This picks off directly after the events of Predator 2.
The Predator ship had just left Earth.
The Elder stared down at their fallen warrior, killed by Mike Harrigan.
The ship was headed to Xenomorph Prime.
They were going to hunt the Xenomorphs.
It happened every year.
The ship landed on the ground.
The Predator's walked out.
The Elder stepped forward.
They were going to hunt a Queen Mother Xenomorph.
They were the most powerful Xenomorphs ever. Even stronger than a regular Queen.
It would make a good trophy.
They took out their combi-sticks.
They went into a Queen Mother Hive.
Warrior Xenomorphs watched, hidden.
The Predators were not fooled.
They saw the Xenomorphs instantly.
An Elite Predator fired his arm blades.
It pierced into an Xenomorphs shoulder.
It pulled out the blade.
The other Xenomorphs ran out to attack.
The Predators held them off, but were soon overwhelmed.
They started running.
But a Youngblood Predator tripped over a rock.
Xenomorphs jumped over him, clawing at him.
Then the biggest Warrior Xenomorph stopped them.
They jumped off.
The Predator lied in on the floor, injured but still alive.
His mask was already off.
The Warrior introduced a Facehugger, which implanted an embryo into the Youngblood.
Four hours later, the Chestburster burst from the Predator's chest, killing him instantly.
The Chestburster had Predator mandibles.
That was me.
Nikolai.
That was how I was born.
But this is only the beginning.
The story is just getting started.