That morning, I got out of bed to eat.
The remaining Flying Scorpions had died since the Chestburster burst out of them.
So we started eating them.
My inner jaw ripped chunks of meat from the Flying Scorpions.
And by then some of the Flying Scorpion Chestbursters had grown into an adult Flying Xenomorph.
"I'm gonna get me some more prey," The Warrior leader said.
He, followed by a dozen other Warriors, scurried away.
I couldn't wait to see what they caught.
Meanwhile, at the Yautja Mother Ship, Israel was sitting in his room, thinking of how he could kill this Predalien.
He had not been joking about giving me the worst death ever.
He had thought of ripping my leg of and breaking my skull, or stabbing me in the head and then in the heart.
"Nope, already did that to a Xenomorph Warrior," Israel said.
Then he came up with an idea.
"I'll rip off his body and then stab him through the head," Israel thought with glee.
He couldn't wait to do it.
Meanwhile, the hunting Xenomorphs had caught some prey and were taking it home when a gunshot was heard.
They scurried to the source.
They hid behind a bush and what they saw angered them.
Laughing marines were loading dead Xenomorphs on a crate.
"This will make us famous for sure," One chuckled. "The men who survived on Xenomorph Prime with Xenomorph corpses as proof."
The Xenomorph Warriors clenched their fists.
Several Xenomorphs from their hive had been disappearing lately.
And now they knew why.
The Warriors rushed to the hive.
The leader shouted, "We have found out what has happened to the missing Xenomorphs."
"What?" Me and the other Xenomorphs asked.
"They are being hunted down by humans," The Warrior said.
"Whatever for?" We asked.
"To become famous for it," The lead Warrior said.
We all roared in anger.
"Who will help me stop them?" The leader asked.
Me, Aristae, Mufasa, Khan, eight Warriors and fourteen Runners stood up.
"We will!" We shouted.
"Then let's go," The leader said.
We ran out to confront the marines.
