A/n: The layout of this chapter will be more like the rest of my work due to more dialogue from the characters being spoken. So I hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention in Chapter 1, I do not own the Aliens or Predator company, so no autographs please. Lol, kidding. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Aliens v.s Predator: Blood Moon
Chapter 2: Still Alive.

Blackness turned to a white ceiling with lights glaring down at him. He winced his eyes, and tried to raise a hand to cover them but when he tried, a pain shot through his arm. He winced and stopped, deciding to blink slowly to let his eyes adjust. The silence was gradually interupted with a soft, beeping sound. His eyes glanced slowly to his left to see a heart monitor in action. His eyes moved back to look up at the ceiling and he gave a calm groan of pain. He felt like something was in his arm and glanced down to see an IV needle in his arm. Seeing it, seemed to make the fact that it was inplanted into his arm hurt even worse. He winced again and layed his head back, giving another groan. That's when a voice came to his ears.
"Holy shit. Mike, you're up!" It was a doctor, and friend of his back on their moon base, Nova #4. There were a total of six other moons renamed with Nova, and then a number. Their head planet was nothing but a dark wasteland, and nobody knew the name of it. One reason was well, because it wasn't one of the known nine in the human galaxy. In the year 2087, they could, by now, easily perform space travel with higher modified ships to actually travel far out into space. The Nova moons and their planet was still in "the milky way" but far from the orbit of Pluto. Why, Mike remembered all of this, he didn't know. All that mattered now was that he was alive, and home. He tried to sit up but his friend, Ricky, put a hand on his chest, and gently pushed him back down. "Easy man.." and patted him on the shoulder. Mike gave a groan and tried to speak but finally noticed his mouth was plugged with something, and then could feel that he had an oxygen mask on, so he just lay there and breathed, his eyes slowly gazing across the room as Ricky rushed out of the room. A mere second after he did, he could hear him calling out to specific people, "Mike's up, he's awake!" He almost rolled his eyes. Why the hell was Ricky making such a big deal about it? Didn't he freak out enough when he was found alive? Shit. Mike would be spitting out questions on what happened to him if he didn't have an air tube in his mouth. Moments later, Ricky returned and came in, followed by three people. Mike recognized them as Yuriko Minokou, a female japanese, employee, in charge of the military facility's surveillance room, Lawrence Jackson, a close friend of his, and a groundhog marine. He was a big fellow, black and bald. And finally there was Pablo, a mere janitor for the base but a very friendly man from panama, always concerned with the health of the soldiers. Mike could only imagine he was crushed when he discovered his incident. A doctor was the last one in, one Mike didn't know. He moved over and checked his eyes with a light, before he unhooked the oxygen machine and removed the mask. Mike moved his tounge around to get rid of the dryness, then swallowed.
"You feeling alright man?" Lawrence asked, crossing his giant, muscular arms across his chest, tilting his head to the side, concerned still for the Colonel. Mike coughed lightly, "What happened to me?" His throat hurt, he didn't know why, but he feared the worse. He had survived an encounter with the Xenomorphs and he hoped what he thought didn't happen.
"Rescue squad came and picked you up at the mission grounds when you didn't report in. They found you in the hangar. Only one alive. The xenomorphs killed the rest of yo' men." Lawrence informed Mike, and he now felt it the perfect tme to ask.
"I'm alive.." Mike could hardly believe it. The chaos on the mission was so much. How the hell did he survive that? "How long was I out?" He asked raspily, looking up at the middle aged, japanese man. Dr. Akira pushed up his glasses up, as he looked down at Mike, to answer.
"Two days, sir." Akira Toriyama, smiled to the Colonel, glad he was awake himself. He always loved to see patients in good health.
"I'm the only survivor...?" Mike felt his heart sink as he could only imagine the horror those men of his felt when they were killed by those monsters. Pablo stepped in.
"Sorry to hear about it Colonel." He looked sympathetically at Mike as he talked. "Some of them, the cause of death is a mystery. No wounds or nothin'. But they sure are dead. No pulse, and treatment didn't help nothing." Pablo didn't want to sound harsh at all. He was just trying to fill Mike in on what happened as were the others. Mike layed his head back, closing his eyes to take in the news as best as he could, a single tear running down his eye. Those men had grown to be his friends, and now they were in the town obituaries.
"I think it's best, now, we let Colonel Hawkins get some rest." Dr. Akira said, turning to the group. "Please, let's step out." He moved from the table, after writing something on a notepad and lead them out, turning to Mike before he left. "Good Colonel." And stepped out, shutting the door. Mike lay there, letting his eyes shut slowly. He missed those who died but he was glad he was rescued. He had endured a damned nightmare in that facility, and he didn't want to witness anything like it again. Those monsters had to be the worse type of extra-terrestrial lifeforms that existed. In Mike's eyes, nothing could be even the slightest bit worse.

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Shooting through space like an enhanced rocket, the Hunter Ship traveled. The cockpit was lit with lights, button and levers of all sorts. Instructions sketched out on them were in yautja handwriting but Da'dtou-di had learned to read and write in their language. She punched a few nessecary buttons and the ship was pulled out of hyperspace, where it would glide for two more days before they landed. She looked up through the glass at the dense blackness of space, that looked like it had a million pinholes in it. The stars. She'd learned to admire the sight, being away from the human culture and any civilization for about three years now. She still hadn't forgotten who she was born as, but she lived a different life now. She was an ooman among the yautja civilization, and her name was Da'dtou- di. Little Knife. A femanine yautja name given to her by the warrior Dachande. Different Knife, or Broken Tusk as she called him. He aided her, five long years ago, in a survival war against what she now knew as the Kainde Amedha. She knew it meant Hard Meat, but in her own mind she called them Aliens. Remembering old Broken Tusk brought a smile to her face, which was something she rarely did in her past life. Now she had learned to appreciate the expression. She reached up, touching the mark he left on her forehead. The mark of a Blooded warrior. His mark. Had he been alive now, it would be with him on his ship that she lived, but it wasn't like that. She gave a heavy sigh. Those were the days she was Machiko Noguchi, supervisor of a ranching colony on Ryushi. Those days were over. She was Da'dtou-di now and nothing would change that. She no longer wore her hair hanging loose, or wore the human articles of clothing, but now wore her hair tightly pinned back and self braided in thin individual dreads, the closest thing she could to how the yautja Blooded wore their hair, only theirs reminded her of some sort of cable wires. Were they robots? No, couldn't be, because they bled. She discovered that in the battle beside Dachande. Her hair extended all the way down to the small of her back by now, having let it grow. She wore, specially made yautja style armor to fit, her small human body. The leader of the ship had saw to it that it was made for her, so she could hunt with them accordingly. She had everything: the shoulder pads, shin bracers, a set of gauntlets, equipped with her own wrist blades and computer additions, and even a helmet, shaped to fit her head with all of the vision modes. She was respected among the female yautjas she had met, and would often recieve the traditional greeting, a gentle shake on the shoulder. She rose from the chair after setting it in "auto-pilot" as she figured and turned, making her way for the training room. She learned to pronounce it as 'kehrite'. Kay-ryte. Some of the words were easy to pronounce. Some of the names she learned to pronounce as close as she could get them, and even the yautja she lived with could understand her when she called them. As she walked, the old memories, drew her to look down at her attire she had worn for three years now. A pair of armored metal brief like attire, equipped with a loin cloth on either side, front and back. This wasn't unsual for her and it wasn't just female style, fore she found some of the males chose to wore cloths too over their armor. In addition to this she wore a set of shoulder pads , her gauntlets, her shin pads and a matching metal...well, bra. She almost laughed aloud, remembering how in her old life, she would never wear something this revealing in public. Now it was normal for her. She made her way into the training area, where the young students gave calls for a good spar, surrounding the circle where two young males were at it in a jehdin/jehdin match, another yautja word she found easily to self-pronounce as 'jeh-den'. The match reminded her of a mix of Earth's boxing and wrestling, though there weren't alot of successful "body slams" for that would result in the one on the recieving end, losing. She gazed upon the crowd, searching for the leader. She found him, arms crossed, watching the match and made her way towards him, around the back of the crowd so as to not disturb anyone. Not being able to fully speak their language, Da'dtou-di made up a form of sign language which she taught the group and leader to use when communicating with her. She stopped by his side, watching with him for a moment. She had to hand it to these creatures, they were fine warriors.

He watched the spar. Kantra was a good student as was Bakuub. He raised one of his hands from his crossed arm position, stroking his lower left mandible. He used the same hand to toss a set of his long dreads behind his shoulder. The leader of the ship, Vk'leita, was a good trainer, yet for three years he had been proclaimed a sort of odd one. Some of the yautja sometimes now called him L'ulij-bpe. Crazy. Because he must have been after accepting an ooman into the civilization and allowing it--. Her, to hunt with them. Then again, old fellow Dachande could also be called L'ulij- bpe. He was the one who Blooded her with his mark upon her forehead. A touch to his arm, drew his attention from the fight, and down. Ah, Da'dtou- de, the ooman warrior. She must have news for him about their coordinates. When he turned to her, she gave him a set of her self-developed sign language, and he translated it easily. They had come out of hyperspace and it would be two days at drifting speed before they would finally land on the "frozen moon" as the students and himself called it. Frozen because it was the moon to a planet and was forever, covered in snow and mountains of ice and rock. Body mesh would be needed for this hunt to keep the students warm. He nodded to her in approval and looked back at the match just in time. Bakuub, caught a low kick by Kantra, as he was on his knee and pulled him by the leg, right off of his other foot, onto the ground. The match was over. Vk'leita watched Kantra rise to his feet, lowering his head and eyes, accepting his defeat. Bakuub slapped his hand on his shoulder and gave him a few pats. They were on good terms. Vk'leita then brushed through the crowd to step into the circle and raised his arms to call for silence among the students who were congratulating Bakuub for his victory and praising Kantra for being such a good sport. They silenced as Vk'leita announced to them, Da'dtou-de's report. In two days they would be ready to go on their first hunt against the kainde amedha. Those who succeeded would be Blooded. Those who didn't would probably have been killed. The young males roared with triumph, throwing their fists into the air. They were proud trainees, under the wing of Vk'leita, and he was proud to be their trainer. Lowering his hands he smiled to them and made his way to the cockpit where he would view the captured Queen of the Hard Meat. She who spawned the eggs he would release onto the frozen moon to allow the spider like, first stage find a host to spawn the small drones who would grow into the nine foot, black, hard shelled dumb, but oh so deadly creatures. Then he would release the students out with burners, spears and wrist blades to kill as many as possible. One way or another, all the drones would die. It would be criminal to leave even one alive in a civilized area, even if they were, normal oomans unlike Da'dtou-de. He took his seat and switched on the camera where he saw, bound in bands of dlex like a prisoner. Nothing but a simple egg layer. He would be damned if she was freed from her bonds like old Dachande's incident after his ship was destroyed. In a way, Dachande failed. Vk'leita vowed that he would not...

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