Decency Damned: Hello, folks! SilentxEclipse isn't feeling well so she wanted me to host this chapter for you guys.
SilentxEclipse: *Walks in the room and crosses her arms* And what exactly are you doing?
Decency Damned: *Turns around and smiles shyly* Nothing... *Runs out of the room*
SilentxEclipse: Sorry about that, guys. Anyways, sit back and enjoy Chapter 4: First Encounter.
Chapter 4: First Encounter
-What sort of deception is this?- Chopper growled, his eyes narrowed behind his mask at the laboratory that had been built on the island.
The yautja brothers were quick to make it laboratory without breaking a sweat, but unfortunately, they were left in the dark about the force field that surrounded it. This defiantly took this back to square one, how were they supposed to deal with the oomans if they couldn't even get in? Also, there was a higher chance that more kainde amedha had been produced due to the number of hosts that now walked on this island.
Scar shook his head, turning to head back into the forest, he called over his shoulder. -Well, let's not sit around here when there is work to be done.-
-But... the oomans?- Chopper asked his brother, anger still burned inside of him like a fire.
-Can wait. The hive is our main priority, we must slay the queen before she is able to breed more kainde amedha.- Scar replied, bounding back into the depths of the forest.
All his brothers could do was follow...
Neither of them noticing the blue eyed figure watching them from a distance.
SilentxEclipse: Let me cut in and give you guys a physical description on Angel.
Angel stands at 5'5" and due to all the tests she had do, she's well fit for someone at 18 years old. Her eyes are a crystal blue, her red hair resembles fire and sits in a ponytail, and her tanned skin is slightly pale from the experiments. She wears a black tank top, blue jeans, and black combat boots.
SilentxEclipse: Now, on with the story. Sorry about this little... interruption here.
Angel watched as the predators moved on and away from the laboratory, giving the building one last look, she quickly followed her targets. It kind of surprised her that she hadn't been detected by them now, from hearing her father's men complain, it was hard to sneak up on them without being noticed. But, she seemed to be doing just find, she hasn't been detected... yet that is. Carefully, Angel landed softly on a tree branch just above her prey, seeing if they caught on that they've become the hunted for once. However, there was still plenty of time before she really had to get the job done, planning to just take out the xenomorphs first and show these predators what they're dealing with would provide the rest of the hunt to be interesting to Angel.
But... deep within Angel, she wondered if this was right. No one deserved to be locked in a cage and experimented on... like her, but it didn't matter, cause until the test was over there was no chance of getting off this island.
'These guys can wait, best to take advantage of the free time I have.' Angel thought as she stood from the branch she sat, about to leap off, she's stop by a voice.
-These oomans don't belong here, we must terminate them.- A gruff voice spoke.
Another voice spoke, more frustrated than the other. -I know what you're feeling brother, but we have bigger problems to deal with than the oomans.-
Angel turned back around and look at the three humanoid beings. 'Weird... they're speaking in plain English, but in their language.'
*Mission Control*
Dr. Banks watched as Angel observed the predators, her face full of curiosity. "Interesting."
"I don't see how anything is interesting, Dr. Banks." The commander growled, obviously not pleased that his "weapon" wasn't getting the job done.
Dr. Banks turned to face him. "It seems our experiments have taken a farther toll than we expected." He only got a blank look, sighing, he explained. "The predators are talking in their native language, but it seems that Angel can understand every word they are saying."
"Well, we aren't here to be taught a new foreign language. You there!" He pointed at a man sitting at a control panel, looking back at his commander he was ordered. "Release the xenomorphs in cages 1, 2, and 3."
The man nodded before he began typing away at the controls before pressing a red button that said "OPEN".
*Xenomorph Cell*
Three cage doors opened due to the commands coming from Mission Control, hissing, all three xenomorphs that were released jumped out into the opening. They could sense the presence of the yautja brothers as well as the mixed blood. Hissing, they took off towards their victims, one xenomorph carrying a familiar wound on the side of its head.
*Small Clearing*
-Chopper, Scar, this is absolutely unnecessary! Stop this!- Celtic tried to break up the commotion between his brothers, but being so caught up in the argument, they acted as if he wasn't there.
Chopper growled, threateningly. -Scar, get it through that thick head of yours! These oomans have been killing our people, they deserve to be punish!-
-No, you get it through your thick head! You're acting like a pup!- Scar growled, having enough of his brother's immaturity.
Angel was quite amused by the way they were arguing. 'Such ferocious warriors, and my dad wants me to capture these lunatics, they might as well be clowns in a circus.'
However, the fun was over for her when she heard hissing and fast approaching footsteps coming towards them, but neither of the predators seemed to noticed the oncoming danger. Standing from the tree branch she was perched on, Angel studied the forest, looking for any movement. She locked on her target, or targets when she saw two xenomorphs jump over a bush and into the same clearing with the predators.
'Oh no, if they're even thinking about killing my catch, they can forget it!' She growled, dropping down to the forest floor, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 'Perfect time to show these predators that these xenomorphs aren't the only thing they got to worry about.'
The yautja brothers were so caught up with their little commotion, Scar and Chopper arguing while Celtic tried to break it up, they didn't even noticed that they weren't even alone anymore. The two xenomorphs slowly crept closer, and once they deemed it safe, the launched themselves at their targets. Everything seemed to slow down at that moment, the screeching from the xenomorphs brought the predators back down to Earth. As they watched their attackers get closer, Angel sprung from her spot and rammed into the closet xenomorph, making him go flying into the another one, and they both smacked against a tree, a loud crack sounded as they came in contact with it. The yautjas looked at their savior, only to see Angel glaring down the two xenomorphs.
-A female ooman?- Chopper sounded surprised and yet disgusted at the same time.
Angel ignored his tone, proceeding to deal with the xenomorphs first before she decided what to do with the three predators. The one she rammed into was the first one back up and hissing at her angrily. The predators watched closely, studying the fight to see what Angel will do.
-The female ooman can't take the kainde amedha on all by herself.- Celtic said, observing the odds and physical differences. -She'll be killed.-
-Well, that's her problem.- Chopper growled, obviously not caring if the female ooman got hurt.
Angel's fists clenched, but she remained where she was, she'll get that predator back later, right now she had other problems to deal with first. Quickly, the xenomorph made its move and charged at her, but Angel just simply did a front flip over it before landing on its tail, hard. A satisfying crunch sounded, and the xenomorph screeched in pain as the blade on its tail hung limply, occasionally moving from side to side as the alien moved around, it was now a useless weapon to the xenomorph. As the pain distracted the xenomorph from Angel, she went in for the kill. Coming up behind it, she grabbed its long, smooth head and twisted it till she heard another delicious crack of bone breaking, killing the xenomorph.
Scar was impressed, he looked Angel up and down, for a female ooman she wasn't bad looking either. His brothers were equally impressed, even Chopper, but they didn't have any of the same thoughts on the female ooman like Scar was having.
Turning around, Angel just ducked in time to avoid having her head cut off by the other xenomorph's tail, but a clawed hand came at her and scratched her arm. Angel hissed at the slight sting it left, but shook it off, however, the predators' attention was now caught by the red blood that was dissolving the ground before them.
-What in the name of, Paya?- Celtic crouched down, investigating the red acid blood closer.
Scar was now very interested in the female ooman. -An ooman with acid blood, color like an ooman's, but burns like a kainde amedha's.-
-I'm not even sure if she's an ooman anymore.- Chopper growled, his wrist blades extending.
-What do you think you're doing?- Scar growled, he wasn't going to... was he?
Chopper called over his shoulder. -What does it look like I'm doing?-
Scar confirmed it... he was going to kill her, but she had saved their lives and hadn't threaten them in anyway. Well, he wasn't gonna let his brother go through with it. However, as he watched Chopper get closer to the female ooman, who was pinned by the kainde amedha, the next course of action sprung like a set off trap. The female ooman moved her legs to her chest and kicked the xenomorph off of her, before standing to her full height to face Chopper, who so suddenly walked in on the fight, and the unthinkable happened. Chopper was sent flying back, the female ooman holding her fist in the position of a punch. She had punched Chopper!
Angel smirked. 'Still think I'm weak now, bastard?'
She then turned back to the xenomorph, which had pounced towards her, but she grabbed it by its neck and held it in the air. Its second jaw snapped out at her, so she grabbed it and pulled hard on it till it snapped out of its first jaw. Green, acid blood dripped onto her face, but she didn't mind as she threw the xenomorph to the ground and its second jaw as well. This fight had gone on long enough for Angel, walking forward, she did the same with the last xenomorph and snapped its neck.
-Hmm... this female ooman has proven herself to be a great warrior.- Scar spoke, impressed yet amused at the same time.
Chopper huffed. -You're only saying that because she got one good punch on me.-
-You have to admit, she does have more strength than it appears, but her blood is confusing me.- Celtic confessed.
Angel growled. "You don't need to know."
-Huh?- Celtic looked towards the female ooman, shocked.
Scar stepped forward, tilting his head to the side. -You understand us?-
"Loud and clear." Angel answered, turning around to face them.
Chopper grunted, still a bit in pain from her punch. -Good, cause I want you to know that what you did wasn't a respectful way to treat a warrior.-
"Please, warrior? From the way I saw you guys arguing earlier, it seemed you weren't a fully, properly trained warrior." Angel then narrowed her eyes. "And haven't you learned you shouldn't underestimate someone else you know their true potential, plus it was my fight from the beginning."
-Why you...- Chopper tried to advanced towards her, but Scar held him back.
Scar nodded towards her. -We are thankful for your help, I'm Scar.-
-The name's Celtic.- The smallest one introduced himself.
-And this is Chopper.- Scar motioned his head towards Chopper.
Angel nodded in greeting. "Call me, Angel." She then turned to leave.
-Wait, where are you going?- Celtic called out to her.
"I'll just have to take care of something first, then who knows, maybe we'll see each other again in the near future." Angel kept on walking, not turning back.
They'll be seeing each other real soon...
The three yautjas looked at each other before turning to look at Angel's retreating form as she disappeared in the depths of the forest. However, what they didn't know was that one familiar, wounded xenomorph was watching them, waiting patiently to strike.
*Mission Control*
"It seems that your theory was right, Dr. Banks." The commander hummed, pleased at the outcome. "Looks like Angel is toying with her prey, clever girl. Bait, set, and... trap."
SilentxEclipse: Alright! We made it through Chapter 4! Who knows when I'll see you guys again, that all depends on you if you want more or not, so send in those reviews and I'll see you all next time. Bye!
