Chapter nine here! It's pretty long because I combined it with a very short chapter so you guys get twice the fun! Sorry I haven't been updating Preds Vs Tremors. MAJOR writers block! Here's some answers to your reviews...
Lamakya- Thank you for pointing that little mistake out to me. I went back to my story and read it and have now fixed my error with an extra sentence or two. Not much but if you feel the need to look back at it, be my guest.
CrimsonMistress- I'm not sure I'm going to have Jean and Saren'te get any "feelings" for each other. I know a lot of people don't realy like that, but I think I'm might make them have the first human/predator friendship.
Yo Daddy – I do play AVP 2 online, where I am known as GrimReaper
Barney Calhoun – I'm not sure how you'd do vs. a pred, but I know that I would probably be dead in less than three seconds.
Spacefan- I added the driving seen for a bit of comic relief. I also found it amusing with Saren'te not doing well in a car, but with Jean driving, we can't blame him!
Raptor-Chick- Keep reading to find out what happens to Yeyinde! (evil music plays)
Warior- Thank you!
Josh S- I'm actually trying to write a story to publish, but I keep getting writers block. Writing pred stories helps me get over my frustration.
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Predator 4: War of the Worlds
Chapter 9: Approaching Danger
Raz'anti was in the best mood that she had been in a while. The Elders had commanded her and the two other leaders to take three ships full of warriors ahead of the main fleet and retrieve Yeyinde's ship. There was going to be a large battle and it was going to be excellent.
They were less than two days from the humans' home world and tension filled the air; luckily, Raz'anti's show of strength at the beginning of the journey kept the warriors in line. The only two Raz'anti didn't have complete control over was that annoyance Gharde, and perhaps Me'kel'te.
But that would not be for long. Once the war was over, Raz'anti would see to it that Gharde was disposed of; the warrior had been a fool to challenge her in the way that he did. Me'kel'te's fate, however, would rest upon whether he supported her or Gharde; if he was smart, he would choose the former.
"I know you're happy about the Elder's message," the curt voice of Gharde spoke from the hall.
"And I know you are unhappy about it; unfortunately what you feel does not matter, nor concern me," Raz'anti answered back, hardly acknowledging Gharde's presence.
"It may eventually."
"Is that a challenge?" Raz'anti asked walking slowly towards Gharde, her stance menacing.
"If you view it as one," Gharde said with a cold smile. Raz'anti began to pull out a knife when Gharde held up a hand.
"How happy do you think the Elders would be if you killed me before the battle started?" Gharde questioned. Raz'anti sheathed the dagger, but walked up to Gharde until she was face to face with him.
"When the time comes," Raz'anti whispered, grabbing the brooch that held Gharde's Sapphire cloak about his shoulders, pulling him closer, "I will truly enjoy killing you."
Gharde grasped her hand and pulled it off him, "But until that time, you best control that temper of yours." With that Gharde spun and left the room.
"Oh, how he will pay for that comment!" Raz'anti thought fiercely. She was to hold a much more powerful position when she returned to the home world, and then she would see to it that she had that warrior's head mounted on a wall!
Kane watched as the Predator slept in the stasis cell. They had put him in there over six hours ago. The alien would have died of suffocation from the lack of proper air if they hadn't put him in the cell.
Kane glanced at the Predator's hands; the two pinkies were missing. Kane smiled at the memory of the Predator's cries of agony. He still had the two fingers, perhaps he may make a necklace out of one of them; a sort of trophy/rabbit's foot visage.
"Sir, just a reminder, you have twelve hours left until General Andrews expects a response," one of the guards said. Kane paid him little heed though; he would have all the information he would ever need by the time he was through with the Predator.
"What are you trying to hide alien?" Kane whispered to the motionless figure, "What is so important that you would give your very appendages to keep hidden from us?"
"Sir, when should we take the alien out of the cell?" the guard asked.
"Give it another two hours; I want him fully alert when I resume the interrogation," Kane said, striding out of the room. If he hurried, he might be able to get a nap in before he had to interrogate the alien again.
By the time the humans were ready, Saren'te had already started to bring the ship back into Earth's atmosphere. As it was, the signal from the Elders ship seemed to be coming from somewhere in Nevada.
"Well that's a big surprise; then again, you'd think these idiots would move the base once and awhile to throw off any person who was looking for them," Jean said when she realized where they were going. She rolled her shoulders to work the kinks out of them. They all wore the Yautja armor Saren'te had given them which was surprisingly light and comfortable.
They had each taken different weapons, but they all had the wrist-blades, the shoulder cannon, and the gauntlet control on the left hand for cloaking, firing the shoulder cannon, and the infamous self-destruct. They didn't take masks, but the shoulder cannons had their own tracking system and would move towards unfriendly targets; namely humans.
"How are we going to infiltrate the base? We can't just walk up and ring a doorbell," Harrigan said as the Yautja ship began to vibrate with the pressure of the Earth's atmosphere.
"The best plan of action would be to create a distraction, and then slip in through the backdoor, so to speak," Dutch replied.
They all agreed to that logic, so their plan was decided. The hardest part would be finding the Elder.
Saren'te brought the ship to the ground about a mile away from the base and cloaked it. The group raced out of the ship towards the facility. Saren'te had given them cloaking devises, which they all thought were pretty cool. Plus, it was almost dawn, so the darkness helped hide them.
The base was surrounded by electric gates with barbed wire at the top. Saren'te said that he could get through them easily. There were also two heavily armed guards posted at the entrance. The group decided that Harrigan and Dutch should make the distraction, while Jean and Saren'te got the door open. If Jean couldn't figure out how to hack the system, Saren'te could simply rip the door off its hinges.
Saren'te gave Dutch some explosives and showed him how to active them from he wrist computer. Dutch and Harrigan raced off into the darkness. Within five minutes Jean and Saren'te heard a long series of explosions coming from close by. As predicted, the guards left their posts to investigate.
Saren'te kicked open the gates; the explosions must have brought the electricity down. Jean ran over to the door where a keypad was installed into the wall. Jean simply lopped off the key pad with her wrist-blades, touched two red wires together, and the door opened. Dutch and Harrigan came running up to the door, still cloaked.
"All the guards are at the back of the base," Harrigan said calmly, "they didn't know what hit them."
"Let's get inside and find our friend, shall we?" Jean said gesturing to the door. The group headed inside the facility, beginning their search.
At first, the group didn't know where to go. They decided to try and get some help from one of the kind scientists. Jean grabbed the first person she saw, shoved him against a wall, and uncloaked with her wrist-blades unsheathed and pointing at the poor guy's face. The man turned white and slumped to the floor.
"I think you need to be a bit more subtle in your methods of persuasion Jean," Dutch said as the whole group laughed including Saren'te.
"Oh, shut up," Jean snapped, nudging the unconscious man on the floor in the ribs with her foot. The man's head snapped up, he gasped and hid his face in his hands, muttering some sort of prayer in a different language.
"Where is the Predator?" Jean asked the whimpering man. He merely whimpered more and tried to scuttle away from them.
"Listen pal, we haven't got all day. Tell me were the Predator is and I won't have my big friend over there skin you alive."
The man gave a high pitched squeak, but said, "The ground floor, in the lab."
"Good boy," Jean said, pulling out a knife.
"You said you wouldn't hurt me!" the man yelped.
"I said, he wouldn't hurt you," Jean said gesturing to Saren'te, "not me."
The man gave a small shriek and passed out again.
"Hmmm..." Jean glanced mischievously at the scientist's limp form, "Open that broom closet, Harrigan," Jean said with a smile.
After they locked the man in the broom closet, they used the stairs to get to the basement. If they got caught on the elevator, it would get ugly.
They got to the ground floor and found the hallways were empty. The group ran down the halls until they came to an intersection. There were signs that pointed to the left for the restrooms, straight to the security office, and right to the labs.
They group raced down the hallways and came to a closed doorway. Inside there was a large room with a half dozen smaller rooms leading off of it. There was also a large tube placed in a wall filled with green fluid.
Unfortunately, there were also four armed guards and two scientists in there.
Harrigan pulled out a spear gun, Dutch readied his plasma caster, and Jean and Saren'te pulled out spears.
"Ready?" Harrigan whispered to the others who nodded. He grabbed hold of the doorknob.
"One... Two..."
Muahahaha! Evil cliffhanger! The more reviews I get, the faster chapter 10 comes! But let me just give you guys something to contemplate as you wait for chapter 10... If you were in Yeyinde's position, would you really want to help the humans? Interesting question is it not? Now I will leave you to your thoughts... (Hehehehehe)
