Greetings all, I must apologise that it has taken over a year or so for me to get to the next chapter of my fan fic up, as I have had other things in life to do which came first and took up more of my time than I thought it would. Any way here is the next chapter, with more to follow soon. Enjoy.
Chapter 8 -The Storms Eye.
Rag'nar leapt from his vantage point and headed directly towards the main entrance of the building. Most of the ooman's that had escaped from inside lay spread out from the entrance in various states of death. Some head heads that had been exploded, others with great big gouges caused by talons and tails of the hard meats as it sliced through the soft pink flesh. Out of the corner of his eye Rag'nar noticed that some of the bodies had there head missing entirely. With a side step towards these bodies and a closer glance at one of them, he could see that the entire spine and head had been ripped from the body. Knowing that only this is done by one thing Rag'nar growled and clicked his mandibles in annoyance and muttered "trophy taking". Standing up Rag'nar was barely containing his anger at the dishonour being brought by Ma'lok and his cohorts. Opening his computer gauntlet and a quick click of a few buttons, Rag'nar opened a coded channel to the ship.
Speaking via his hunting mask Rag'nar spoke "Mo'di, this is Rag'nar" a few seconds later Mo'di's voice answered back "Rag'nar this is Mo'di I hear you". "This trail has gone to shit, Ma'lok and his fellow young bloods have broken with the trial and think they have the right to go off and hunt ooman's." said Rag'nar barely containing the anger in his voice. "Ma'lok that no use piece of shit! His dishonour is sealed." Came Mo'di's voice, equally suppressing anger. "Do not worry old friend he will answer for his crimes before the council of elders, I will make sure of it." answered back Rag'nar. "Now did J'dan make it back to the ship" asked Rag'nar. "Yes he just made it back minutes ago and he also informed me of your request before I sent him to the healers. I am on route with the ship and will be with you in less then twenty minutes" answered Mo'di. "Good, bring it in cloaked close to the buildings and I want a party of fully armed warriors ready to assist with the clear up of this mess of Ma'lok's" replied Rag'nar. "As you command Rag'nar" came Mo'di's response.
Closing his computer gauntlet having conducted the brief conversation with Mo'di, Rag'nar faced the building and ran inside, into the fire of battle.
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Inside the building in the main meeting room it was chaos, bloody chaos. The floor was getting further and further covered in a crimson sheet of blood as more and more of the villagers that did not escape were being slaughtered by the aliens that had dropped into their midst. In the middle of this there appeared three new beings that were definitely not human. These beings started to fight with the aliens as well as taking on some of the villagers that were closest to them. Tobias had fled from the scene and had been followed by a few of the others. The ones who had followed Tobias were running not from the building but to the small armoury that was kept in the building not that far from the meeting room. They arrived at the entrance door to the armoury all five of them and with a quick finger print check on the security scanner it opened to reveal the assortment of weapons contained with. They all grabbed rifles, shotguns, machine guns and pistols from the shelves as well as some spare ammunition which was hastily stuffed in to every available pocket. Armed the small group headed back to the main meeting room to face those killing their friends and family. Bursting back into the room they could only see amongst the carnage a handful of the villagers, less than a dozen of the alien creatures and only two of the giant beings. Shaking the fear from their arms the group spread out and brought the guns to bear. The screams of the dying villagers was joined by the deafing sound of the guns serenade as they opened up at the enemy.
Four of the aliens fell to the opening volley of the guns, their bodies exploding from the shells and bullets of the guns. Some of the villagers close to the aliens got sprayed with the flying blood from the hits of the guns. One villager caught a faceful of dull yellow alien blood as an alien head exploded next to him. The villager slumped backwards to the floor in immense pain as the acid of the blood began eat its way through his head. The skin was eaten away in seconds, the blood reached the skull next which might have well been tissue paper for the resistance it proved to the acid blood. The villager was dead within seconds as the acid blood reached and then dissolved the brain leaving a steaming pile of dissolving brain, flesh and bone.
The five gunmen continued to pile on the fire taking two more of the bugs in a cross fire. Having killed some of the aliens the gunfire moved onto the two giants who appeared to be killing both the aliens as well as the villagers. One of the giants realising that it was starting to get hit by the guns, turned from battle with an alien, grabbed a small metal disc from its belt and with a snap of its wrist launched the disc spinning towards the gunmen. Gliding silently through the air the disc flew towards the gunmen and flicked out its teeth of sharpened metal. The disc sliced neatly through the neck of the first gunmen before embedding itself into the chest of the next gunmen, killing them both. Having seen their friends cut down by the disc the remaining gunmen brought their guns to target the giant. With a loud clap of multiple bangs the giant was caught in a cross fire, along with the alien it was fighting, green neon blood sprayed into the crimson carpet and the giant fell forwards with the alien landing on top of him, its blood finishing what the guns had started.
Seeing its fellow giant felled by the gun fire the second giant spun out of the fight with the alien it was fighting and jabbed its spear straight through the aliens head dropping it to the floor as it was pulled clear. Turning to face the gunmen the giant brought up a gun a fired. From the gun a net sprung like a jumping spider, across the distance and caught two of the gunmen who had been standing next to each other. The net grabbed the two gunmen and slammed them into the wall, embedding its spikes into the concrete of the wall. With a whirring sound like a power screwdriver, the spikes began to spin drawing the net tighter and tighter over the captured men. As the net drew tighter the two gunmen were unable to do anything as it cut through the guns in front of them and then into their flesh leaving a red grill pattern of blood as it killed them.
The last gunmen's nerve failed at the death of his friends, and he sprang from his position heading for the door and what he hoped was freedom. He never made it. Just as the man reached the door he was stopped dead in his tracks and saw a red patch forming down the front of his chest. With a spray of blood, bone and flesh a tail blade of one of the aliens burst forth from the mans chest, his heart beating its last beat on the end of its point.
The giant gaining a brief pause in the battle looked around at the scene and could see two of the aliens finishing off the last of the villagers in the room. Taking a step forward the giant stopped as a pain flared in his neck. Behind the giant the last of the aliens in the room had reared up behind the giant and with a mighty flick of its tail the tail blade had swept through the neck of the giant leaving a line of neon green to mark its passing. The giant fell to its knees and its head toppled from its shoulders to land facing back up at its headless body as it fell beside it joining the head in death.
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Running through the tight halls of the building Rag'nar had to duck his great height a little in order to proceed swiftly towards the sounds of battle. Bursting through a door which was between the corridor and the sounds of battle, Rag'nar stepped across the threshold onto the battle scene. Taking a quick glance around the big room Rag'nar noticed the bodies of all the ooman's which had been killed by the hard meats and amongst the bodies noticed the two corpses of young bloods both of which were not Ma'lok. One had been killed by gun fire from most likely some ooman's the other had lost its head to most likely the hard meat that was standing over it. With a roar of great anger Rag'nar leapt at the hard meat by the headless young blood, his spear extending in his grip as he leapt. The hard meat which had had its head pointing down at its most recent kill, raised its head in the direction of the new attack only to have a spear pierce straight through its head killing it instantly before it could do anything else.
Rag'nar with drew his spear from the body of the hard meat and faced the last two that were in the room. The two hard meats finished with the last of the ooman's in the room and both sprinted towards Rag'nar with a speed that would put to shame any sprinter. Rag'nar held his ground, a feat that only a seasoned Yautja warrior could manage in the face of a hard meats charge. When the two hard meats were just over an arms reach away Rag'nar launched his spear straight at the chest of the left hard meat impaling it and throwing it backwards. Simultaneously side stepped the charging hard meat, flicked his wrist knives out and with a powerful swing of his right arm swept them through the neck of the hard meat severing the head from its body before it could react to Rag'nar's movement.
Rag'nar stood there for the briefest of seconds allowing the pride of his skill at his accomplishment. Walking over to the hard meat with his spear through his chest Rag'nar thrust his wrist blades into the side of its head making sure it was dead. Grabbing his spear and with a flick of a button it with drew from the body into its self the blood having no effect on it. Turing from the bodies Rag'nar flicked opened his wrist computer and remotely activated Ma'lok's tracking beacon. Getting the bearing and distance of Ma'lok, Rag'nar walked from the room the sounds of battle now quite as the grave.
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Ma'lok had left the main room after they had entered and had followed the ooman who had fled leaving the rest to the fate of the hard meats and his fellow young bloods. Before he had left the room he had just said a few words to his fellow hunters "that one is mine, the rest are yours" as he had pointed at the one running from the room. Ma'lok had followed the signs the running ooman had left as it had fled from the room. They were not hard to see. Finally Ma'lok had come to the doors of a room which held the cowering ooman. The doors did not offer much resistance to Ma'lok's strength as after two straight kicks he smashed the doors which flew into and crashed against the floor of the room. Ma'lok sauntered into the room to only be meet by the sound of gun fire as he was hit in the shoulder by the ooman's weapon. Stepping back just out of the room, Ma'lok saw the wall by the door take several more rounds of fire from the ooman before the gun fire ceased. The first shot that had hit Ma'lok had not done much physical harm to him just caused a few small wounds in his shoulder, but his plasma caster had taken the brunt of the force and now crackled with damage unable to work any further.
Ma'lok now a little angry with himself as well as the ooman, Ma'lok ducked his head through the door and to his surprise head the clicking of the ooman's weapon as it had run out of ammo. Ma'lok's body followed his head through the door and he took in the scene before him. The ooman was behind some sort of desk, the rest of the room was taken up with shelving and wall mounted frames, which to ooman's Ma'lok considered they needed. Ma'lok walked over to the desk and with a grip on the corner he hauled it from the floor throwing it across the room. The ooman scuttled back from him and it hit the wall that was not far from the desk. Standing up the ooman pointed its gun at him and with a pull of the trigger it was answered with the dull click as it had no ammo to fire. With the gun not firing the ooman startled Ma'lok slightly as it ran at him brandishing the gun as a club as if that could kill him.
Ma'lok blocked the guns swing at his head with his left forearm and with his right hand grabbed the ooman around the throat and lifted him from the floor.
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Tobias had run from the meeting room and had run straight to his office where he knew he would feel safe. Thoughts of his safety rattled around in his head as he run. Bumping into things in the corridors knocking over some Tobias finally made it to his office door and with a quick finger scan he made entry to his office and heard the smooth click as the door shut behind him. Tobias went over to a shelving cabinet of his office and opened the door and grabbed what was hanging on its hooks with in. Standing up with the shotgun in hand his hand Tobias went over to his desk and activated his computer hoping to get access to the communication array. As Tobias was staring at the screen waiting for it to finish loading he heard an almighty thump on his door. Swearing to no one in particular, Tobias racked the ammo slider of the shotgun and aimed at the door from behind his desk. A second thump on the door caused it to be bent and smashed in flying across from the door frame to land on the floor in a loud bang. Through the door came a giant being easily above seven foot, not wanting to take a chance Tobias brought the gun to bear on the giant and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang within the confines of the room, the shotgun bucked in his hands and unloaded the first shell at the giant. Tobias racked the next shell into the chamber and pulled the trigger again sending the next shell into the wall just by the door as the giant had pulled out of the room. Tobias kept racking shell after shell and pulling the trigger making a nice picture of the wall by the door with damage. Racking the gun again Tobias pulled the trigger to be greeted by the dull click of empty. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit came Tobias's thoughts at the deafening sound of the empty click. The giant must have heard it also as it was back in the room, albeit with some neon green blood on its shoulder and something crackling just above on top of its damaged shoulder. The giant walked towards him and then grabbing the desk hurled it from its path. Trying one last time hoping that the gun was not really empty, Tobias pointed the gun at the giant's chest and pulled the trigger one last time. Click came its answer. His last hope gone Tobias grabbed the gun so as to use it as a club and with what he though was his bravest act to date ran at the giant swinging the gun as he went.
With a dull thud the gun connected with the arm of the giant and was stopped dead in its tracks as if it was nothing. The giant then grabbed him by the throat and lifted him from his feet in a great show of strength. Tobias was brought face to face with the metallic face that was the giant. Tobias looked into what he though was its eyes before he was thrown like a rag doll across the room at the wall. Tobias's last thoughts as he flew across the room brought him no comfort before the hard slap of the wall knocked him into blissful unconsciousness.
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Ma'lok was slightly disappointed in these ooman's. He had heard the stories of how the ooman's were almost as deadly as hard meats and were a prize to be had by the best of hunters. Having thrown the ooman across the room at the wall, Ma'lok walked across to its slumped form lying face down on the floor. Not even bothering to use a knife Ma'lok kneeled down and ripped the clothing from the ooman. Gauging when the base of the spine was, Ma'lok thrust his fingers into the flesh of the back, his pointed nails piercing the flesh easily. Ma'lok's hand glided through the soft warm flesh until he could feel the spine in his grasp. Gripping the spine tightly he gave it a sideward twist breaking it from the hip bone and with a great ripping sound pulled it straight upwards breaking it from the rib bones, the spine was followed by the skull and most of the flesh of the head. Ma'lok stood up the spine and most of the head of the ooman dangling from his right hand, its blood pooling by his feet as it dripped down from the grizzly trophy. Ma'lok had been so focused on taking his trophy from the ooman that he had had his back to the door and did not hear the approach of the voice that now bellowed in to the room with great anger.
"Ma'lok! What by the gods do you think you have done" came the voice of Rag'nar.
Turning to face the door Ma'lok spoke his reply. "Why great leader, I have only done what all great hunters do!"
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A/N: Right that's this chapter done. Now that I'm getting back into the swing of things I hope to be updating more often. Until the next chapter……please leave me a review. Many thanxs.
