Predator Gothic

Part 4

Space Station. Milky Way Galaxy.

I'd not been given much in the way of an education on Predator culture or history, although I did know they had art in te form of sculptors, in fact I'd not been told much about them at all since my mentor had wisely kept me focused on training my body and mind so that I could survive in a hostile universe which was full of things that wanted to kill me.

Because of his training I'd survived my xenomorph trial without so much as a cut, this was partly due to the fact that no stupid humans had been around to mess with things they shouldn't, but it also partly due to me having trained so much. Plus having plasma weapons happened to be a big help as did having two other hunters at my side.

The downside to this was when I'd arrived at this massive space station I'd had no idea what to expect.

Now I was learning fast as I wandered through the huge construct, for starters while I had known for some that the Yaujta home world was in a whole different galaxy, having been shown star maps, I had never realised just how many of the hunters there were within this version of the Milky Way Galaxy. They were very well spread out.

I knew the race was old and that there were alpha predators in this universe, and that they could have huge colonies in many galaxies, but seeing dozens of mother ships, of which no two seemed exactly alike, really allowed it to sink in. For some reason I'd always though of them as minor in number.

There were hundreds of Yaujta on those ships out there and maybe thousands on this station, it was certainly big enough. Also this wasn't even their home galaxy. This was just some frontier outpost to them I was willing to bet.

Seeing all of this made me realise just how small and unimportant Earth, and all the people on that planet, were when compared to the Predators. This race of hunters were spread across entire galaxies and had been for thousands of years.

Given their numbers a lot more of them should be running around the Earth of this reality, taking skulls and spines, the fact that they weren't gave me an understanding of the scale of things. The Predators had whole galaxies to treat as hunting grounds. Maybe whole universes if the sheer amount of crossover comics were anything to go by.

"Blooded Spears. Dark Hunters. Head Crushers. Spine Rippers" said Skull as he pointed to the different ship "Bone Breakers. Shadow Stalkers".

As he spoke I had to wonder if he was telling me about the clans on the ships or if he was telling me the names of death metal bands he liked.

"Let's look around" I suggested.

Bulk and Skull were blooded warriors and as such of equal rank and real Yautja so they had no reason to obey me so I didn't give them any orders, but they didn't seem to mind my suggestions. Perhaps because humans were considered to be smart even by Predator standards. Or maybe these two were just at ease with me. The three of us had taken on xenomorphs together, which had to mean something.

I was also sure that no one here would bother me as long as these two lug heads were here. It was hard to tell with the masks, but I was sure that I was getting some odd looks from a few hunters. Which I ignored as best I could while also admiring the sights.

Since no one wanted to explain things to me verbally I could only observe and when possible experiment as to why I cared so much about gathering knowledge, well: 'Scientia Est Potentia'.

This station had what I'd called bio-domes, possibly prey of some sort were brought to the domes to be hunted, or it might just be a place for the Predators relax. Heck for all I knew they were crèches for the kids, or even Yaujta theme parks. There's so much about them I didn't understand, and I doubted I'd ever figure them out.

"So why are we here?" I asked Bulk and Skull.

I'd not actually been told why I was here I'd just been told to go. My teacher seemed to be under the impression that almost everything a person needed to know could be figured out by that person through simple observation, if they were smart enough.

"Mating season" Skull replied.

Well that explained why these two had gotten all dressed up in their best armour, weapons and trophies. They were here to impress the girls.

Which made sense as Human males displayed expensive possessions that hinted at the amount of cash in their bank accounts to show off their successfulness; Yautja let their trophies do the talking for them. They went to great effort just for the right to sire sucklings.

Perhaps I shouldn't judge. Predators only killed what was honourable to kill. Humans killed harmless animals for less honourable reasons, such as shy deer, unsuspecting birds, dumb fish, and made trophies out of them. If a Yautja ever saw the trophies that humans kept, they'd probably think it was rather barbaric.

This would be all amusing if not for the fact that Yaujta females were scary as hell. I was so glad that they didn't even bother to acknowledge my existence. I'd even been warned to avoid making eye contact with the females least I offend an important female, and she killed me for the crime.

I had new armour on as well, plain black stuff that left as little as possible exposed while somehow not being too bulky, but did have weaknesses around the joints. Under it on my top half I wore a wire mesh under suit that helped keep my temperature steady, which was good because otherwise I'd be sweating buckets. I also wore human style shoes, socks and combat patterned trousers. Clearly the whole outfit had been custom made for me given that it was light weight and offered much more protection than what the Predators themselves wore.

Also I had trophies, mostly xenomorph parts. I had tail and chain thing going over one shoulder and down to my waist on the other side. This had been created by my clan's trophy master as a sort of bandoleer, the trophy master's job was to make decorations out of body parts basically. He also taught others how to prepare trophies, but until recently he'd not been willing to teach me. Now that I was blooded I seemed to be worthy of notice.

My other trophies, which I carried on my person, made me feel the tribal warrior I in some sense was. I had claws and teeth from different animals dangling off me. But not to many, it wouldn't do to rattle as I moved around. My stealth skills weren't that great, as such I didn't need a hindrance.

As for weapons my mentor had presented me with a special sword, it was something labelled a Szabla wz. 34 that had been made in Poland. When my mentor had told me about the weapons its name translated as
1934 Pattern Szabla. Given the age of the weapon and given how sturdy it was, I didn't think it was a ceremonial weapon, it could have been used to lethal effect during World War Two.

I also carried a bow and arrow, while they might seem primitive they were not. The clan's weapon master, who was another high ranking member of the clan, had replaced my older bow and arrow with something more modern looking. The tips of the arrows were incredible sharp, and I didn't think they were made from steel, they were too light.

On my hip was my plasma pistol, which was just a hand held version of a plasma caster that was normally shoulder mounted. I didn't use the shoulder mounted version since I didn't have the big shoulders and superior up body strength, however that shouldn't have been an issue with the lighter version of the weapon I used. The real reason I used a pistol was that having a weapon go off near my head really unnerved me. And at least this version had been modified with a trigger guard made for a human hand.

The downside to the plasma pistol was while it could one shot kill even a fully grown xenomorph it had a slow rate of fire and needed to recharge, and the more often it was fired the longer the recharge cycle took. But it was the weapon of a Hunter not a solider so I shouldn't really to fire it too often..

Aside from all that I carried a special knife, which made from some sort of highly acid resistant metal. Which was used to when taking trophies. It could easily cut through human bone, or so I'd been told, I wasn't eager to find out if it was able to.

I was now looking around so more, but there wasn't much to see. The Predators seemed to be wondering around, a few were entering buildings that had been put inside the domes, but I had no idea why or what the purpose of the buildings were.

That was when I heard something I'd not heard in what felt like years, although it might have been only a few months, and that was music. 80's rock music to be precise. I moved over to the source of the sweet sounds and looked inside a room that could be access via an archway.

I was rather shocked to find a bar of all things. I knew the Predators had booze I'd tried some, and several hours later I'd awoke in a daze with a worried Jubilee trying to wake me up.

There were Yautja words on the arch, or it might be better to call them hieroglyphs since each symbol could be a word, or just a syllable depending on how it was used.

C'nlip which I knew meant intoxicating beverage and pyode amedha, which meant soft meat, or human. Then amedha was repeated, which just meant meat in this case. Also the symbol for ooman, or human was up there.

Drinks and food for humans?

Well that would explain the music and why this one part of the station wasn't so warm.

"I'm going in there" I told Bulk and Skull "You two have fun with the whole mating season thing. I plan to avoid it".

Both of the hunters laughed for a few moments before almost pushing me into the bar. What did they know that I didn't?

The bar proved to have more than just human customers, assuming this was a business of sorts, there were other races here, no Predators at all, and most were human looking. That explained why the word 'oomans' was used as well as the phrase 'soft meat'. It was an invite for members of the more fragile races.

Within I saw a Pureblood Sith of all things, who was talking to a blue skinned Twi'lek girl. What looked be Klingons of some sort only they lacked hair. What I guessed to be a Skrull from the Marvel comics. A Krogan from Mass Effect. One corner was taken up by a small group of Sangheili, more commonly known as Elites. A couple of Narn from the B5 universe and many kinds of humans. Mostly female humans I noted. And these were just the ones I recognised.

After taking off my mask, which was also knew and somewhat skull like in appearance, I tasted the air. No smoke smell, but there was certain stink of stale beer and a more pleasant aroma of food.

I then saw my reflection in a mirror that was behind some bottles of booze. I'd changed, I wasn't just fitter and somehow taller, my eyes were green, and I didn't seem to be growing facial hair as quickly as I used to or I'd a proper beard by now. The Yautja must have altered me more than I'd realised.

Looking around some more I saw that a human man was running the bar, and he seemed familiar somehow, however before I could go talk to him someone else got my attention.

"Well hello there, handsome" said a voice.

I turned to see a red headed woman, always a sign of incoming trouble, who was wearing an odd combination of what seemed to be Yautja armour, and riot gear, over a rather transparent layer of wire mesh under suit.

She was armed with two plasma pistols much like my own. The bolts fired by plasma pistols were for all intents and purposes identical to those launched by Plasmacasters. The major differences come in the operation of the weapon itself; being hand-held, it lacked any form of automated target tracking and must be aimed manually. Coupled with the lack of an form of laser sight, this makes the weapon suitable at only short range.

Aside form the pistols she carried two nightsticks or batons of some sort, which were clearly not standard police issue, not unless the part of Earth she came from had a very cruel police force. If she had other weapons I didn't get to see them as she spoke and drew attention to my face.

"Tallish, dark haired" she was saying "I just hope you don't talk much".

I was finding words hard right now. I was sure I knew this woman from somewhere, I just couldn't figure out where from.

"Errrm" I managed to say.

My lack of verbal skills seemed to please her.

"Good, now my name is Alice. Let's go back to my place" she said "You can look at my trophies, or my tits, whatever it is that gets your dick hard".

I was more of an ass guy myself, but hey why not? Also fuck proper introductions, flirting, or any sort of romance. Apparently its mating season.

(Line Break)

Chamber. Mother Ship.

Before I knew what was happening my lips were pressed against hers. Her hungry mouth seemed to want to devour my tongue, and as she slipped out of her armour I got the impression that her pussy must be on fire with need because she didn't at all bother with foreplay.

She reached for my trousers, which were combat fatigue patterned, as I got my fingers inside her. It didn't take much effort to free my cock, and judging by her smile she was pleased enough with what she found.

Once she had wrapped her palm around my hard dick. She stroked me a few times before pulling me towards her parted thighs. Before long I was inside a cunt so wet and hot it didn't seem human.

"That's the spot," Alice said as I began to fuck her.

Before long I pushing deep into her love channel, and I felt the velvety goodness of Alice's womanhood wrap around my dick like the softest vice in history.

Alice's eyes, which matched my rather odd shade of green, gazed intensely at me as I fucked her, and she was saying a lot without talking I was sure, but fuck if I knew if I knew what any of it meant.

"You feel so damn good baby" she said.

Saying stuff verbally helped.

"When I'm on top. You're going to be screaming my name" she then promised "Ohhh AHH!",

By this point I was fucking her so hard that I couldn't even understand what it was she was saying, but that didn't stop her from trying to talk dirty to me.

(Line Break)

Chamber. Mothership.

Well that had been fun. I'd not expected to met Milla Jovovich, or Project Alice, all the way out in the depths the Milky Way, and I'd certainly hadn't expected to fuck her a few times before she decided to take a break for something to eat.

She hadn't gotten any food for me so I wasn't sure if I should leave or if she just expected me to get my own and then have more sex, this wasn't a case of human mating to be sure and I no idea how Yautja dealt with the morning after issue.

"Well that was enjoyable" I said.

Alice, she had to be that woman given her stamina and the fact she'd also been adopted into a Yuajta clan, just nodded.

"Don't get attached to anyone" she warned "You'll only survive out here by looking after yourself. Now get dressed. I'll take you back the bar. If I'm not pregnant in a few days, and you're still around I'll come find out so you can finish the job. Next time invite the girl to your room, show off your trophies, fuck her, and then she'll leave. Unless you like decide to keep her as a pet or a slave or whatever they call it, assuming the hunters see a difference, some clans do let their blooded warriors from different races do that, but you might want to ask first if your the kind to settle for one woman".

Okay hearing that led me to having many more questions, but somehow I just didn't think she was going to answer any of them. Thankfully I knew by now how to learn a lot via simple observation. Not that this stopped me from wanting to ask a hundred off questions.

"Fine one question, but I go first" she said, having no doubt sensed my great curiosity "Why the fuck did you want me to yell out 'multipass' when I was riding you the third time we did it?".

I answered the question as best I could.

"You reassemble an actress who in a movie plays a human looking alien who can't speak English, but she can somehow read it. Anyway in a scene I really like she and the main character are boarding a ship to go somewhere, and she keeps saying 'multipass' because its on her boarding past, and its one of the few words she knows".

Alice just blinked a few times.

"That makes no sense but okay" she said "Time for your question".

I had so many, but one seemed more important than the others.

"Pregnant?" I asked.

She smiled.

"Its mating season" she reminded me.

Oh right.

(Line Break)

Room. Mother Ship.

Mating season seemed to be something that was going to last a while, and there didn't seem to be many females who were interested in me. Mostly because while there seemed to be more females than males, not counting the Predators, here at the station. They just weren't impressed by me.

Alice had not come back, which could mean I'd knocked her up. It seemed to easy to me, but for all I knew she'd taken some Predator drug to make herself super fertile. I should have asked about that given the T-virus, but I was sure that was in any way an issue we'd already be surrounded by zombies.

"You need more trophies" Jubilee advised as she struggled to put my hair into dreadlocks "And you need to display your rank better. You're a blooded warrior of the Shadow Blades clan, you've killed xenomorphs the stuff of nightmares".

That might explain why she was using silver bands to help keep my new hairstyle in place. The bands small ring things made from rare metals. Some Yuatja used gold or ivory, but silver was fine too, as long as it was tasteful. Well tasteful by Predator standards.

"Perhaps I should just wait until next year" I mused "And I've got you. Are you pregnant yet?".

Jubilee froze. I could feel her lack of movement since she was behind me.

"No" she said after a while "I wouldn't be here if I was. The females of this clan don't allow pregnant females to leave the home world. And there's no rush. We can do other stuff. I'm not eager to leave".

I didn't really want to get attached, but rather than talk about that I changed the subject.

"So where did you learn to style hair?" I asked.

"Back at the colony" she answered "And I've seen female Yautja do this for their sons before sending them away. I guess they do love their kids if nothing else".

The Predators were a confusing lot. I had many ideas on why they might hunt, and perhaps all of them were right. One of my theories was that they had automated their industry to the point that they didn't need to do much of anything, and what did need to be done the females handled, so they hunted to stop themselves becoming lazy and weak.

I just didn't understand what they got out of having us humans around. Were we all just servants, pets, were they learning about us as I struggled to learn about them? Or was I just entertainment of a kind?

"All done" Jubilee declared.

I had no mirror so I couldn't check out the result of her hard work.

"Guess I'll head back to bar" I said while standing up "Unless you're in the mood".

Jubilee smiled.

"You know I really miss having someone to talk to" she said "Maybe I could massage you, while we chat".

That sounded dull, and she picked up on that.

"Then afterwards I'll give you a nice long blowjob" she offered.

Well if nothing else it would pass the time.