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I do not own any of original AvP, Predator, or Alien Content – I do own these Characters and Original Story

These first two chapters are introductory chapters. The future ones will have much more action…as long as you read and review! Tell me what you want to see and I might incorporate it somehow!

As he cut through the base of the Ooman skull with his ceremonial dagger, the smell of fresh blood quickly rushed up to his nostrils. How he had loved the smell of a fresh kill. This had to be nearing the 200th Ooman kill over the course of his long Yautja life. He began to peel back the skin, exposing the flesh underneath. The muscles and veins seemed to pulsate with his own. Like an artist, he carefully extracted the meat exposing the blood soaked bone.

Polishing the skull was the fun part. He sucked out the solids that had once filled the cranial cavity. Once the inside was completely clean, he began polishing ever so delicately. Within minutes, he had yet another perfect trophy. This particular trophy had been bitter-sweet, as it had been the killer of his brother older brother Gar'thor.

For you brother he clicked.

The mighty warrior stood up with his kill and roared defiantly into the forest. It seemed to echo into eternity.

After what seemed like an hour, silence fell upon the forest. But he swore he could here a faint call of his name…Bloodtusk…Bloodtusk…It got louder and louder, surrounding him! Where is this coming from he thought. He leaped from branch to branch, trying to escape hearing the thunderous cry of his own name but it was of no use.

As he jumped from one branch to another, high above the ground, his immense weight crushed a branch and he began to fall. As he fell screaming, he discovered the Ooman skull he carried was the culprit of the haunting noise. It smiled demonically and then…

"BLOODTUSK WAKE UP!" He had fallen asleep behind his work station in his great home

"Who dares interrupt me so disrespectfully?!"

"Elder Bloodtusk it's Kol'a'Wei."

Kol'a'Wei was Bloodtusk's pride and joy Yautja. He had hand picked him to take over as clan leader once he himself had successfully completed the elder trials. He was also his best friend.

"I'm sorry for the intrusion sir, but you told me to wake you once the unblooded had arrived for training."

"Thank you Kol'a'Wei…I was distracted."

"Are you alright sir? You look like you've seen a ghost."

At that point Bloodtusk's intense red eyes slowly made their way to the wall to the right of him. It was a typical small trophy display of his. After all, in his 732 Ooman years of life, he had obtained thousands of trophies to call his own. But this display was special. It sent a reminder to him, and any Yautja for that matter, to never underestimate their prey. There were only two items on the wall. The first was the ceremonial dagger from his dreams. It hung there gleaming as sharp as ever.

He retired it after the kill he made to avenge his brother. The trophy was the skull from the Ooman who murdered his brother and still haunted his dreams. Its hollow sockets still pierced and scorched his soul. They seemed to stare right through him…

He quickly snapped back to reality.

"I'm fine Kol'a'Wei, just fighting some old demons. Tell the unblooded that I will be there in 15 minutes."

Kol'a'Wei bowed respectfully and turned away.

"Well – time to show these unblooded what a true warrior is" he clicked to himself.

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It was night. The Yautja homeworld, despite its dense population, was big enough still for large open areas for these unblooded meetings. The blue green grassy field swayed with the night breeze, as 20 unblooded warriors clicked and growled.

"I heard he's a giant" said one eager Yautja

"I heard for his very first hunt, he killed a Queen Kiande Amedha with nothing but his bare hands."

"Well, I heard his whip is made from the teeth of only Queen Kiande Amedha".

"I heard a bunch of pitiful unblooded pups, speaking out of turn, and talking about an ELDER BEHIND HIS BACK"

Bloodtusk and Kol'a'Wei decloaked with Bloodtusk in front to let his full form show. He certainly was a formidable presence. He stood close to 9 feet tall, towering most male Yautja. His age certainly did not show on his youthful appearance. His skin was a creamy yellow, with molted patches of black. He was littered with scars, ranging from the bullets of Oomans, to the claw marks of the Kiande Amedha. His most impressive scar was the one that ran down from his crown, to the right side of his mandibles, in a perfect two blade cut. This had been from a Bad Blood he had taken out years ago.

The interesting thing however was the intense red coloring on his head. Streaks of red skin marked his crown and mandibles. His most distinguishing feature was the color of his tusks. They too were red, but not a normal red. They were blood red, like that of a Ooman. That is why his father named him thusly. Over the years, he had carved the symbols of his Clan and the symbols of his ancestors into his tusks, to pay the ultimate tribute.

His eyes were solid black with a red iris. But as intense as his eyes were, any Yautja looking in them could tell he had led a sad, yet glory filled life. And in the center, was of course the hunter's mark. It was the mark of the clan he once led before he was an elder. His mask was worn on his shoulder, and was covered in symbols and marks of the clan. The mask itself, had a silver black color, made from an alloy he created himself.

The rest of his armor, the parts that covered the right side of his chest, thighs, shins, shoulders, and his wrist gauntlets, were all made of this alloy. It was an impressive sight. Attached to his back were two shoulder cannons. Over the years he had mastered the use of two, making him an even deadlier hunter.

He had made his gauntlets himself, both with triple wrist blades. His left gauntlet had the self-destruct device, as well as an advance computer system that allowed him to track his prey, call his personal ship, and various other functions. On his right thigh he carried a specially crafted smart disc, with Kiande Amedha teeth along the perimeter. This was all he carried with him on this night, although there were times when he had been decked out in a full arsenal of Yautja Weaponry.

Perhaps the most impressive sight on him though, was depending on how he stood in the light; a blood red tint would highlight parts of his amour, and exaggerate his own features. He truly looked like the Death Shroud as it took fallen warriors into the eternal abyss.

"I don't think there is one among you, who could take down an adolescent Ooman female, let alone wear the mark of the clan!"

Kol'a'Wei chuckled to himself silently, while Bloodtusk managed to sneak in a wink without the notice of the Unblooded.

"You are all here tonight, because you need to learn. You need to learn how to survive in our society, but most importantly you are here to learn how to live your life with honor. Not all of you will survive your trials. I am sure at least 5 of you will die by my hand alone due to your insubordinance. However, I am here to teach you what a true warrior is made out of.

Don't worry, I am not going to hurt you physically just yet. I am going to tell you the story of my life, in the hopes that you can walk away tonight a better Yautja, as the real training will begin tomorrow. Now where shall I begin…"