Halkrath ventured on, heading straight. He predicted that the U'darahje civilization would be large, but crowded, due to the Serpent issue. He wondered if any of the U'darahje were a match for him, and how many of them there were. A Veteran Yautja can have hundreds of shucklings, and Veteran Yautja weren't uncommon. He would hate to have to kill children, as that is dishonorable. His scanners picked up a large Serpent presence to the west, and he left to investigate.
The Yautja had strayed off the straight path, causing him to miss the U'darahje civilization. The leader of Clan Dto-Kjuhte sighed, happy that his clan was safe, if only for now.
Halkrath closed in on the Serpent infestation, and spun. Extending one of his Ki'cti-pa, Halkrath jabbed upward, impaling a Drone in the face. Ripping the blade out, he spun to jam the spear through another Drone's chest. Tearing out the spear, Halkrath smiled. Time to have some fun.
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Halkrath tore through the Drones. Pulling his wrist blades from the head of a fallen Serpent, Halkrath spun, his forearm blades obtained from the Ravagers slicing the face of a Drone. His Ki'cti-pa slammed into the face of a Drone. He noticed the Drone's were getting bigger as he tore his spear from the Drone. He fired his Plasma Casters, causing two Xenomorphs to explode. He continued firing his Plasma Casters as he sliced through drones. He pressed on, having an idea of what was waiting for him.
Halkrath lost count of how many Serpents he killed. Hundreds, likely. Both his Ki'cti-pas were extended, spinning to make sure none of the Serpent's acidic blood eroded them. Spinning, he ducked under a Drone, firing his Plasma caster up at it. He came up, impaling another Drone with an upward jab, and yet another with a side swipe. He ripped the blades out, twirling them with hundreds of years of expertise, removing all traces of acidic blood from them.
Halkrath wouldn't stop. He knew he strayed off the path he decided to take, but he didn't care. Ducking under a Razor Claw Xenomorph, he jabbed upward with his Ki'cti-pa, killing it. Without hesitation, Halkrath vaulted himself over the carcass as he tore the spear from its throat. His first spear came down, impaling a Ravager, and he repeated the vaulting action, killing a Drone. He ripped the blade from the Drone, landing on his feet. He shook with excitement, and pressed on.
He killed and killed. He knew this was a hive, but this was a big hive. He made it to a small clearing in the forest, seeing the sleeping Queen. He had planned to kill her quickly, but her sons came. The six Praetorian Guards roared at him, charging.
He had switched to his wrist and arm blades, as his spears were beginning to degrade. He knew fighting a Praetorian Guard in close quarters combat was dangerous, but it was what needed to be done.
The first charged him, spitting acidic slime. Halkrath jumped back, swinging down with his blades. The jagged edges met the Praetorian's crest with a clang, but they sliced through, causing the Guard to scream in pain. Halkrath fired his Plasma casters, jarring the Guard. Pulling a Ki'cti-pa and extending it, he threw it through the skull of the Guard, killing him. One down, five to go.
The second one came at him relentlessly. It swung it's huge tail, which Halkrath caught. He spun the Guard, causing him to hit his brothers. He kept spinning, using the Serpent as a weapon. He fired his plasma casters at the Praetorian, causing him to explode. He flipped the tail in his grasp, just in time to swing it at another Praetorian. One came from above. Halkrath pulled his Plasma Pistol, and fired, jarring the male Serpent. He spun, swinging the severed tail as a whip. Two down.
He swung down with the tail, and the Praetorian jumped back. Halkrath fired his Plasma pistol and Plasma casters, causing the Praetorian to explode. The fourth and fifth worked together, one coming from each direction. Halkrath jumped up, causing the Serpents to run into each other. He swung the tail down, rolling his wrist. This wrapped the tail around one of the Praetorians. Halkrath discarded his Plasma Pistol temporarily, and drew his shortsword. He came down, blade pointing at the head of the fifth Praetorian. He impaled the unsuspecting Serpent, landing on his feet. His gaze locked upon the stirring Queen. He sheathed his blade, grabbing the severed tail with his other hand. He spun multiple times, gathering speed and force. He unleashed the Praetorian, and he flew in the direction of the Queen. He smashed into the Queen, waking her. She roared loudly, smashing her child due to her rage. She charged at the Yautja, and he wasn't intimidated, despite the thirty six and a half foot height difference..
Halkrath threw his Ki'cti-pas at the Queen, but she swiped them away. He drew his shortsword, and charged. He activated his cloaking device, which, up until now, he found no use for. He slashed he Queens knee, spinning to repeat the action. Her huge spiked tail swung in his direction, and he jumped. Her tail whipped around, striking him. He grunted, cloaking device broken. He threw the shortsword at the Queen, impaling her crest. It did little but enrage the huge Serpent, causing her attacks to become even more vicious.
Halkrath ran in circles, firing his Plasma casters and recovered Plasma Pistol at the Queen. He hoped it did damage, but did little. Grunting, he ripped his left Plasma Caster off his shoulder, altering it. He combined it with the Plasma Pistol, making a larger, more powerful version. He fired at the Queen, watching her stumble back. He fired again, watching her fall to the ground. He knew she wasn't dead, just injured. He took the precious time to modify the upgraded Plasma Pistol, using his other Plasma Caster. When finished, the Queen had stood. Halkrath had designed it like a human's pump shotgun, and fired. The Queen stumbled back. He fired again, and a third time, roaring. The Queen stumbled again and again, but refused to fall for good. Halkrath saw a glimmer in the corner of his eye, and moved toward it while firing. He looked down at the object. It looked like a scythe blade, and nothing else. Halkrath smiled.
Halkrath dropped the Plasma Shotgun, picking up the scythe blade. He flipped it over, seeing the handle. He grabbed it, and shook the handle. It extended, and the blade flipped around. He gripped it harder, and the Black Plasma coursed through the blade. He roared, remembering his clan's weapon. He charged the Queen, ready to end her.
Halkrath charged the Queen, scythe in hand. The Queen charged as well, screaming in anguish for her fallen hive. Halkrath ducked underneath hear, cutting off her leg, spinning and cleaving off the other. He jumped, vaulting himself over the queen. He rolled like a cannonball in midair, the scythe slicing off the Queen's arm. He landed, spinning and severing the Queen's other arm. The limbless Queen screamed, anguished at her inability to avenge her children. Halkrath walked over to her neck, and lifted the scythe above his head. The Dark Plasma increased the size of the blade, making it large enough to finish the Queen. He came down roaring, severing the Queen's head. Her head left her shoulders, and Halkrath retracted the scythe's shaft, spinning it to retract the blade. He grabbed the Queen's head, heading back to his cave.
Halkrath left his cave, and roared. He had a Queen skull, and a Praetorian skull. He also had Ravager Blades. He would continue on, his next target the Red Queen.
The clan leader of Dto-Kjuhte was unnerved. He was on bad terms with the Yautja already, but having a Nan-De Than-Guan after his people was insane. The clan was known for their immense power, and shamanistic gifts. He looked through his weapons arsenal. He wouldn't be fighting him anytime soon, but he wanted to be sure he was properly armed to fight Halkrath Nan-De Than-Guan.