Hello everyone, this is Immortal Drake, and this is my first crossover, and as you can guess I am a fan of both Aliens/Predator and Spyro the Dragon. There are few crossovers of these two, one in particular is Red Voltage by .Chaos97, it is a really good story and I recommend reading it. Without further ado, the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spyro, if I did there would be more games, nor Predator, also would be more movies if I did. I only own OCs and story concepts.
Plus, read, review, and baseless flames will be instantly deleted.
Dragon and Hunter
By: Immortal Drake
The Yautja Elder stood in his chambers, waiting for the young Hunter to enter. He was onboard his clan's mother ship, their home across the galaxy. His clan was rather unique, they had found a world engulfed in war, a species being pushed towards extinction, they called themselves dragons, and one of their number had been inducted into their clan after he had shown much honor in defeating one of their Hunters. The dragon was named Skyclaw, and he had become close with one of the females of the clan, one of the Elder's daughters, and he had been pleased to find her reciprocate those feelings. It was through the Yautja's technology that the two had had a son, named Zar'thekoth, and he was a hybrid of Yautja and Dragon DNA. The youngling had passed his Blooding at a young age, very young in terms of the Yautja, which was remarkable, and brought him to the attention of the Elder.
His father had told him that he was bigger than most dragons his age, and much more muscular, with strength that was nearly on par with full-grown Yautja Elites. He had often sensed immense pride in Skyclaw's voice whenever he spoke of his son, and the Elder couldn't blame him, he was very proud of his own sons and daughters. Zar'thekoth had been initially shunned by the other young Hunters, but in sparring sessions he had a ferocity that had earned him the nickname of Kujhade, Destroyer. The other young Hunters quickly came to respect him for this, and he had come on many hunts for his short life. There was a rather troubling report from a scout, the world that was home of Skyclaw had been nearly torn apart, but repaired itself, Skyclaw had been seriously shocked when he heard this, referring to an old legend from his home world.
The young hybrid entered the chambers of the Elder, the doors hissing open and shut as he entered. He was wearing the armor of the Clan's Hunters, modified to fit him, with the metal plates on his chest, the shins of his rear legs, gauntlets on his forelegs, and his mask was clipped to one of the bandoliers which crisscrossed his chest. His tail and paws were left exposed by the armor. He looked a lot like his father, his scales a deep blue tinged with the cream of the Yautja; a streak of the color adorned the top of his muzzle, his forehead was slightly ridged like his mother's, the clan's symbol adorning it as it did his mask. His horns were smooth, ivory in color with spiraling lines adorning them as they curved slightly upward and outward. A mess of the distinctive Yautja braids also sprouted from his head just behind his horns, draping down to frame his head like a mane. The claws on his feet were black, and slightly flatter than a dragon's, but more bladelike than a Yautja's as they clicked on the floor. Similar structures to the mandibles of the Yautja adorned the sides of his mouth, more like tusks, the webbing between the two ivory teeth stretched whenever he opened his mouth to roar. His tail was tipped with a blade that had an artificial blood groove carved into it, something Zar had requested himself.
The Elder also knew he was fluent in the Yautja language and his father's native tongue as well, due to Skyclaw's teachings no doubt. The two gazes met, the Elder's amber and Zar's own deep gold, the pupils wreathed in silver. The dragon bowed his head, eyes closed, and the Elder spoke to him in Yautja, "Young Hunter, I have called you here for something important," the dragon raised his head and looked the Elder in the eye.
"What is it that you request of me, Honored One," Zar said, his tone formal and respectful. The Elder was pleased at the respect at the formality, but he did not stand on it much in private meetings like this.
"I have a mission for you, you are to go to your father's home world," the Elder stated, the youngling cocked his head to the side, confusion written across his face, the Elder couldn't help but smile, Zar had been born on the ship, only ever hearing about his father's world through stories. "Our scouts have reported disturbing activity from the planet, as your father probably told you," and comprehension came to the youngling's eyes as he nodded.
"Yes, the cataclysmic disaster and its sudden reversal," he replied.
"I want you to go there, and find out the cause of this event, maybe prove your father's theory right," the Elder instructed, there were no questions from the Hunter, the Elder guessed he would ask his father what that meant before he left, so he gestured that Zar'thekoth had permission to leave, and the Hunter pivoted and padded out of the room.
Zar'thekoth padded down the corridors of the clan's ship, wondering what the Elder had said to him. He was going to his father's home world, something he had only heard about, but never seen. His father had said it was a world wracked by war, many innocent lives had been lost to the carnage, and how his father had met with the clan during that war. He had heard about the evil dark dragon, Cynder, and how she had ruthlessly commanded armies of apes against her own species. This fact had always raised his hackles, the Yautja's laws forbade killing another Yautja, it was the most dishonorable thing to do. He had also heard stories of the true commander of the apes, Gaul, and his own cruelty, but it was not as bad to him as Cynder's betrayal. His father had always told him hopeful stories, of a legendary dragon, a purple dragon, that appeared once every ten generations to leave his mark on an era. This concept was confusing, simply being purple granted a single dragon the ability to change the fate of a world so dramatically, and was scheduled to appear the same generation as Cynder did.
He came upon his family's chambers, which was more of a converted cargo hold, his father sitting in the common chamber meditating. He opened his eyes as his son entered, and looked at him with a smile, "Greetings Zar, how did your meeting with the Elder go," his father asked him. He was always slightly bothered when anyone called him Zar, and not his full name, but it was tolerable when it was his father.
"The Elder had a task for me," Zar replied, and his father looked at him with an unspoken question, "I am to go to your home world, and investigate the disturbance there," his father nodded in understanding. "I would also like to ask, the Elder mentioned you had a theory about why this happened Father," Zar asked, his father smiling, his son always so formal.
"My theory is that the legendary purple dragon is the reason my world survived its cataclysm," Skyclaw explained and Zar nodded, the reason being clear. He walked to his personal quarters, and retrieved his weapons, a combi-stick spear, a dagger for taking trophies, and a pair of discs. He had more of an ability to stand on his back legs than any dragon, and had trained long and hard to wield the weapons of his clan. He padded back out of his chamber, his weapons clipped to his bandoliers, his spear collapsed on his back, between his wings. He didn't need a plasma caster; he had inherited his father's fire breath, which he used to great effect. He said farewell to his mother and father, and left for the docking bay.
Zar walked to the hangar bay, heading for his personal ship, its controls modified to be dragon friendly, sometimes he regretted he was not gifted with more articulate thumbs like his mother. He quickly reached his ship, shaped similar to an arrow with twin prongs jutting from the sides; he greeted his fellow Hunters that he met in the docking bay. The ramp to his ship opened and he walked across it to the insides of the vessel, closing the ramp as he did so. He engaged the ship's power and looked over the diagnostics, all systems flashed green. He disengaged the docking systems, slowly guided his ship out of the bay, and out into the blackness of space. He entered the coordinates of the planet, and the ship's FTL drive activated, shooting him and his ship into the unknown.
Spyro flew over the forest, enjoying the beauty of the sunlight. He and Cynder, the black dragoness he loved, had saved their world from the Dark Master, Malefor, and returned to Warfang victorious. It had been a couple weeks since they had returned, and there had been celebrations in their name, and repairs to the city to make. The hole in the wall made by the Golem summoned by Malefor had been repaired quickly with the help of the moles; those little guys sure knew their way around construction. Construction crews were also sent to the Temple, now that the repairs to Warfang were progressing so quickly. He and Cynder did their part to help out, but Spyro also tried to avoid Ember, the pink dragoness that had been infatuated with him ever since they met. Ember was a really sweet girl, but she came on too strong, and never seemed to get a hint that Spyro wasn't in to her. He dreaded the moment when he would have to tell Ember about how he loved Cynder, so he had decided to prolong it by avoiding her, Cynder had told him it was cowardly to do it, even Sparx had agreed to that, much to the latter's surprise. He realized he was descending in his distraction, flapping his wings and regaining the altitude he had. He heard a faint voice calling out to him, and he turned to see a small golden light bobbing towards him, which resolved itself into Sparx, his dragonfly foster-brother.
Spyro stopped and hovered as he waited for the dragonfly to catch up, "Spyro…Spyro, the Guardians want to see you and the female of fright in the Temple as soon as possible," Sparx called out, insulting Cynder even though she wasn't there. He nodded to the dragonfly and the two quickly flew towards the Temple.
Spyro and Sparx flew towards the Temple, the home of the Guardians and himself and Cynder before the fight with Malefor. When Malefor had been resurrected he had lifted the Temple from its foundations and levitated it over a volcano, the restoration of the world returning it to its proper place. The repair of the damages from the war seemed to be going well, many of the cracks and holes had been filled in. He walked through the halls until he came to a circular chamber, pillars around the edges, and three large adult dragons sitting at the end. They were the Guardians; Terrador, a large green dragon and Guardian of Earth, Cyril, a scholarly ice blue dragon and Guardian of Ice, and Volteer, an excitable yellow dragon and Guardian of Electricity. He nodded to them and noticed Cynder had beaten him there, she smiled and waved to him as he came and sat down next to her.
"Spyro, Cynder, I see you have been enjoying yourselves and this time of peace," Terrador rumbled in his deep voice, the two young dragons smiled at each other and then turned to the adults.
"Yeah, it's been great," Spyro said, Cynder nodding in agreement, it was great to not have to worry about grublins trying to kill him and Cynder. But there was a grim look on the faces of the Guardians, and Spyro felt his smile fading.
"There has been a report from Hunter of a mysterious disturbance in the sky late last night, and a disturbing report from Chief Prowlus about an entire camp of grublins being wiped out to the last," Cyril informed them.
"Yes, very gruesome, decapitations, disembowelments, and most of all are signs of it being done alone," Volteer said quickly before Cyril shushed him, the two sending glares at each other. Cynder looked a little sickened at the description of the attack, and Spyro put his wing around her to comfort her.
But something sounded off, "That attack was done alone," he asked.
Terrador nodded, "Yes Spyro, Prowlus' scouts reported that there was a single set of tracks in the camp that didn't match with any grublins, and they looked like dragon tracks," Spyro's jaw dropped, a single dragon had wiped out an entire encampment of grublins. The only dragons that could effectively take on a camp of grublins would be himself and Cynder, or the Guardians, but never alone. "Prowlus' report also said that it was very close to the site of the disturbance Hunter reported, and we want you two to investigate," Terrador said to them.
"Are you sure you can't send someone else," Cynder said to the Guardians, Spyro knew that she didn't mean any disrespect, but he spoke up, "We'll go," and Terrador nodded in thanks, "Thank you, young dragons, be careful out there." The two young dragons nodded to the Guardians and padded out of the chamber.
Cynder looked at Spyro as the two flew towards the site of the attack on the grublin camp, "Why do you think they want us to go, I think we've done enough already with helping out with the repairs," she said to him, he sighed.
"Cynder, they wouldn't have sent us if they thought someone else could handle it, you know that." "I'm just worried, we don't have our full powers, what if we needed the fury attack," she retorted, she had a point, they hadn't had their powers after their battle with Malefor, which were returning slowly, but they still didn't have their most powerful attack, the fury attack. The sheer ferocity of the attack as described by Volteer and Terrador hadn't helped, Spyro's stomach still twisted whenever he thought about it, what would be so ferocious to wipe out an entire grublin encampment to the last, and in such a gruesome fashion. There was a clearing of trees some distance away, no doubt the grublin camp and Spyro motioned to Cynder to descend.
The two young dragons came to a smooth landing in the outskirts of the camp, just outside the clearing of the trees. The camp was roughly circular, with the fortifications ringing a collection of tents. At least, that would be the case, some of the fortifications had been smashed, and bodies of some regular grublins, even an Ogre were laid out around the side the dragons walked towards. Spyro's eyes were quickly scanning back and forth, noticing scorch marks that coincided with fire breath along the fortifications and on the bodies. He took a closer look at the Ogre, and noticed its head was missing; he quickly blocked Cynder's view of the body with his wing, and shook his head at her when she looked crossly at him. She let the matter drop as they passed the fortifications that still stood, the sight before them could only be described as a massacre.
Tents were smashed and burnt, grublin bodies of many varieties were strewn about, some missing heads or lying in piles of their entrails, Spyro fought not to gag as he saw Cynder doing the same. They came to the center of the camp, and saw a grublin bigger than the rest, the leader, and they gaped. There was a large stone standing in the center of the camp, but it was not the rock that amazed them, the large grublin was tied upside-down to the rock with what looked like rope, but had been flayed of what skin it had. It was an amazing feat of strength on the part of who had done this, but also of their cruelty. Cynder tapped his shoulder with her wingtip, "Spyro, don't you feel like we're being watched," he looked around, and saw the bodies, but then something nagged at the back of his mind, Cynder was right, there seemed like there was someone else there. "What are you two doing here?" said a voice behind them, it was deep and had a metallic sound to it, and the two dragons turned quickly, but saw nothing.
A/N: Whoa, things getting creepy, and gory galore. Stay tuned for the next chapter! Hope you enjoyed it, and also think about checking out Red Voltage, it's a good story in my opinion.
