The Story of Dark Blood
So I'm making a serious fic. Big deal, want to fight about it? This will be very bloody and curseful, so it's M. if it is T, then that means the site hates me. This is a long chapter, but the others will probably get shorter (or longer) Now…
NOTE: Darkblade Clan Predators are the ones that were a selectable costume in Predator: Concrete Jungle and the main Character was a member of the clan, but he didn't wear that particular costume. The main character of this story wears the Dark Blade Costume (complete with tattoos and weapons that reflect the costume)
Dark Blood was excited. He was finally going on his very first hunt: the Trial of the Blooded. He was dressed in full battle armor, his helmet's eyes glowing yellow-green, as all Darkblade's helmets do. He had his wrist blades, spear gun, and combistick ready. He would've had a Plasma Caster, but he would have to take one from the pyramid, and once he and the other two Yautja defeat the Kainde-Amedha, he would put it back in its resting place for the next trial, and then earn his own, Darkblade-standard Plasma Caster.
His two clan mates were Hard Will, another Unblooded, and the warrior, Lone Knife, who was the brother of the Banished One, who left his technology in a human city and survived blowing himself up. But that was 65 years ago, and the tech wasn't passed on to any other humans, though Lone Knife was fearful that the humans who rebuilt the city have discovered it.
The landing craft touched down on the alien world, call Terke-Karde: Land of Death, one of the most challenging hunting sites ever. Dark Blood's heart pounded more. As the Yautja stepped off the ramp, Lone Knife faced them, and told them in their language, "I hope you two know what you're about to do, or you will perish, as most others have done." Hard Will started shaking a little bit, but then he swallowed those fears and moved on.
After a long trek through a jungle, Hard Will started complaining. "Why couldn't we land closer to the C'jit hunting ground?" Lone Spear paused mid-step, turned around, and struck Hard Will in the stomach. Hard. Hard Will stood up, shaky again. "Would you want the Kainde-Amedha to destroy our only way off this planet?" "… No, no I wouldn't" "good" and the trek continued on.
Soon, they finally reached the temple of the Trials. To prepare for the test, they took a few of the local ape-like natives (not humans) who worshipped them for years and led them to the sacrificial altar.
Dark Blood noted that these simian creatures were very primitive. They were also a few of the small amount of tribal creatures that inhabited this place. The rest of the "Simians" were very advanced. They could even change their appearance when they try to conquer planets so they could inhabit them.
This planet orbited a Black Hole. It was slowly being pulled to its doom. This ritual hunt would probably be the last one before the planet is sucked in. To survive, the more advanced Simians had tried to conquer another planet so they could go there. Their first and second attempts had been towards Earth. The Yautja would've stopped them, but Earth had its own defender. The Predators have only seen it once, in its natural habitat that the humans confined it to, but there is no proof of that. They will probably never see it again.
Lately, the Simians had moved to a better planet, and left the tribes to their doom. The Predators have been using them for the ritual hunts even before the advanced ones left.
Now, Dark Blood watches them as they prepare to die for their Gods benefit.
Soon enough, the Predators came to the chamber where they receive their Plasma Casters for the hunt to begin.
"Now," Lone Knife began, "Let's begin the hunt!"
He turned the dials, and the Casters were revealed. Each Yautja takes his Caster, and the Hunt began.
I know this probably wasn't much in the form of action, but it will get better, I promise. I just have to juggle this with my Stormtrooper fic that I'm also working on.