"Derk what was that!" shouted Jones coming in to the control room.
"It seems that Dachande does hold a grudge after all, look," he said pointing to a monitor. Jones looked just in time to see a predator cloak it's self. "they're attacking the ship."
"Do a full lock down, if one of those things gets in we're in f**ked. Do what you can to keep them out, I'll brief the crew." With that he left. They assembled in the docking bay.
"As you are aware we are under attack and before you ask Carl, yes it is Predators."
"Dachande?" said Bob.
"Yes, his ship is out side 300 metres east of our position"
"What's the move?" said Bob.
"Well they're already at the ship…" Jones began, but was cut short when a spear slid through his neck, from behind. He made a gurgling sound before he drowned on his own blood. The predator materialised, seemingly form thin air, behind him. It lifted his gurgling corpse 2-foot from the floor and, with a flick of its wrist, severed his head from his body. They stood staring. The predator reached down, its wrist knives extended, and thrust them down into the back of Jones's skull. As if mocking them the predator lifted the head and showed the astounded crew. The points of the knives had emerged through Jones's eye sockets impaling his eyes on the ends. There was a pause, where no one knew what to do. As if to brake the pause there was a gasp from behind them. It came from Carl. Another predator had appeared behind him and slid its wrist blades into his back. One blade either side of his spine piercing both his lungs. The predator lifted Carl's body and hurled it into the stunned crew.
The first predator made to advance on the crew but was cut short by the barrel or a gun, pressed into the back of it's neck. The noise of a pulse riffle split the air, taking the predators head off and covering the crew with its blood. As the body fell to the floor the crew saw Derk pump the grenade attachment on the rifle.
"Down" he shouted. The crew didn't need telling twice. They hit the deck as he fired a grenade. It sawed through the air and hit the 2nd predator full in the chest. The force of which it was hit combined with the detonation of the grenade blew the predator back across the room. It hit the wall with a thud, its rib cage exposed. The crew got up. They were covered in the creature's bright green blood.
"Don't worry there aren't any more" said Derk, as if reading their minds. "With Jones gone I'm assuming command, and KC and Bob are my seconds. Any problems with that, say so now cos there ain't time to f**k around" no one said anything. "Good KC, you and the crew try and clean this mess, and see what you can salvage from the pred's. Bob come with me" with that he left, with Bob following.
As he passed KC he said, "we'll be in the control room, like old times eh?" they both grinned.
