I came to inspect the new Xenomorphs.
They lined up straight and firm.
I looked at one, and then I walked to the other.
I came to Carlin, now an adult.
He was still smaller than most of the others.
He was grey in color, his Yautja dreadlocks jet black, showing he was very young.
He was seven feet in height, shorter than a Xenomorph Warrior. He was thirteen feet long, tail included.
His tail had no club, unlike the other Predaliens. His tail was exactly the same as a Drone's tail.
He wasn't as big or strong as the other Predaliens, but was fit enough for battle.
Then I inspected another Xenomorph. Her name was Lamia.
Lamia was a Xenomorph Warrior. She was jet black with a ridged head.
She was thought of as a killer. She sure was.
We put her in an arena with an impregnated Yautja. He was only armed with a combi-stick and wrist blades.
He charged. Lamia stood and waited. When the Yautja was four feet away, she sprung into action.
She aimed her tail at the Yautja's head and stabbed. The hunter fell to the ground, blood gushing from his head. I was amazed at how quickly and easily she killed him.
I watched as the Chestburster emerged.
Then I put three more Yautjas in the area that Lamia would have to fight alone.
The Yautjas names were Damian, Mordred, and Brent.
Damian was armed with a combi-stick, arm blades, plasma caster and net launcher.
Mordred was armed with a Spear gun, Smart disc and wrist blades.
Brent was armed with arm blades, Gauntlet Plasma Bolt and Plasma Glaive.
They charged.
Damian got speared in the head by Lamia's tail. She then swung her tail and it slit Brent's throat.
She then grabbed Mordred and silenced him by slicing his head off with her tail. This all happened in six seconds.
I was amazed.
She would surely give the Yautjas a run for their money in the inevitable war.