Predator: Superior Race

By The Oogie Boogie Man

Disclaimer:

I do not own the Predator franchise, creature, or idea. However, all characters in this story are, as of now, my own originals.

Planet: Earth

Year: 2005

Era: Pre War

It was hot that summer, record breaking in fact. Nobody in the city of New York had any idea what exactly was happening. Rumors of the '97 massacre repeating itself spread around the back alleys when the killings began. The police didn't do anything about it, so it was up to the various gangs to solve this problem. Le Surveiteurs, a gang that had originally ruled Los Angeles, had moved up to NYC when the massacre nearly wiped them out. They only had a vague idea of what was hunting them; an invisible demon sent to take their souls. Los Conquistadores, a gang from Cuba, had no idea. They just thought it was the Survietuers killing ritualistically. Die Panzers, a secret organization in the U.S and the last remnants of the Nazi party, with all of their military knowledge, knew exactly who and what was doing the killings. They remained in their secret bases below the city, traveling in abandoned subway routes, thinking the killer wouldn't find them there.

They were the last of the gangs to die.

The lights of the small headquarters flickered on and off as Colonel Friedrich Ubelmann himself, the leader of Die Panzers, cautiously peered around the corner into the main office. His head was drenched in sweat, and he entered the office with his gun aimed and loaded. The bodies of his men were sprawled everywhere, two tied up on the ceiling, skinned alive. His Lieutenant, Hans, followed him into the room. "What a mess…" He said, with no trace of an accent. It was obvious that, unlike the Colonel, Hans was an American with a German name. "Shut up, you idiot." Ubelmann whispered, his voice thick with a German accent.

They had felt it before it had made its self known, like the hair rising up on the back of their necks. And then, just as Ubelmann wheeled around, Hans was impaled by an invisible spear, his eyes widening as death enveloped him. Blood exploded from his chest, spraying the Colonel, floor and walls. Blue electricity sparked around the invisible object, and there it was. A massive Yautja, 8 ft. 3, revealed itself. It tossed Hans' body off of its spear, his body landing in a bloody, mangled heap as it slammed into the wall. Ubelmann was ready, though, as he blasted away at the beast.

Its reflexes were incredible, however, and it leapt out of the way in time. Ubelmann smirked as it did, and pressed a button on his belt. A small beeping noise came from it, and Ubelmann blasted away once more. This sent the creature back behind an overturned table, bullets spraying everywhere in order to stop the creature. Laughing maniacally, Ubelmann fled to the door and, said with a grin, "Ready to die, you ugly motha…" But he was cut off as the bomb went off, sending a ripple through New York. The civilians on the streets wavered slightly, but as the explosion only lasted a second, they continued on their business. As the smoke cleared, the base was still intact, or, at least the roof still stood. Everything in the main room of the base was destroyed, but up from the pile of debris, the massive figure of the hunter emerged. It thought it had calculated everything, but it hadn't known that Ubelmann had the place booby trapped with explosives. The hunter cursed in his native language. His prey had escaped, with the knowledge of what it was. The hunt was still on.

Planet: N/A, Space Colony Manifest Destiny

Year: 2025

Era: Nearing War

Senator Frank Obelesky rolled his eyes as the other Senators discussed the issue at hand. For years, the knowledge of the Yautjas existence had been around in the government. And, for years, the government fought them each time the hunt began. This wasn't a problem for the Yautja, as the hunters often died on a hunt. But now that human beings had begun expanding into space, the rules of the hunt did not matter to the humans. They were killing Yautja just because they could, and the Yautja began to get very unhappy about it. Threats had been coming to Manifest Destiny, the first Space Colony built by the United States, stating that if the distasteful killings did not stop, there would be consequences. And now they were going to meet with Skrac'tor, a Yautja elder famous for being rather merciful to humans. Obelesky figured that if these damned things were threatening them, they should just blow the things out of space.

The group was silenced as a rather large Yautja, at least over 8 foot, entered the room. He wore rather elegant armor, and a red cape. His "dreadlocks" were of the normal black, unlike other Elders, which signified the fact that he was young. Covering his face was the average bio-helm, without and fancy grooves or marks. His voice seemed robotic and yet natural at the same time. It was incredibly deep, and one could almost hear an English accent as he spoke. "I will spare the pleasantries, and get right down to the point," He nearly growled, "You have been attacking peaceful Yautja ships, and we will stand it no more. If another ship is destroyed by this colony, then this colony will be destroyed. Do you understand?"

The Senators stared, dumbfounded. There was a certain amount of formality in his threat, and it was all understood quickly. The President himself spoke up. "If we are to allow you to roam the galaxy without a fuss, then why does your race ki…" He was cut off by Skrac'tor, "There will be no compromises other than the before mentioned. Either you stop, or we start. Agreed?" Obelesky then began to speak, but the President put a hand up. "Agreed," He said simply, and all of the other Senators added the same response. Obelesky did not bother arguing, though he felt it was wrong. Skrac'tor, meanwhile, nodded and said, "Then this meeting is over." With that, he wheeled around and stomped out, his cape whirling behind him.

The President nodded at the rest of them, sighing as they all left. The only one who didn't was Obelesky, who glared at the President. "What is it, Senator Obelesky?" The President asked, noticing the look on the older man's face. "I can't believe you just agreed with him. I think we should attack them secretly, sir." The President shook his head sternly. "Those creatures are bigger threats than you think. If we make any attack towards them, they can destroy the entire planet." The Senator smiled at him, and pulled a walkie-talkie from his belt. He spoke into it, something the President could not understand. With that, three armed men burst in and pointed their rifles at the President. Senator Obelesky smirked, "Now, Mr. President. It is obvious that you are not the right man for the job. Until these creatures are no longer a threat, I will take over." The President's eyes widened, but he could do nothing. He was Obelesky's prisoner, and now, the Senator was going to do something incredibly stupid. Ordering something into the walkie-talkie, twelve men entered the room. They were all dressed in the same odd uniform, full black and S.W.A.T like. "Listen, boys. This one will be tough. I want you to take every bit of firepower you have…" He paused, smiling evilly, "…and since that Skrac'tor bastard is still here, I want you to blow the fucker to hell."

The men nodded and rushed out of the room, loading their guns as they did. As the Senator stood up, the men forcefully removed the President from his chair and tossed him into another, holding him there at gunpoint. With that evil grin, Senator Obelesky strode casually over to the President's chair and sat in it. "You'll thank me when it is over, Mr. President. This is for the good of the human race." Senator Obelesky watched as the security cameras displayed his team running down the halls of the apartments in the Colony, and slowing when they got to the room that the Elder was in. The commander of the team flashed some hand signals at his teammates, and one quickly slid his security card into the security device at the door, and they all flooded inside of the room as the door opened.

Inside, Skrac'tor wheeled around as they flooded in and promptly surrounded him. The soldiers chuckled as the massive Yautja straightened, just standing there. They have caught him, or, so they thought. What they didn't know was that they were now in a rather terrible position. Because standing right behind them, cloaked, was Skrac'tor's older brother, the feared warrior, Keit'de.