Predator: Homeworld
Chapter 2: The Mission
The two soldiers looked each other over and shook hands. They both turned their attention back to General Andrews. "Well men, you both should hopefully make a good team. You both have immediately one thing in common. You have both had an experience with an extra-terrestrial hunter and have obviously both come out alive."
At this statement Harrigan and Dutch spun to face each other. The general continued, "Officer Schaffer has had one of the first recorded experiences with the hunter aliens ten years ago, and Officer Harrigan has had a similar experience five years ago. And it as it seems, the hunters are back."
Harrigan turned to face the general, as did Dutch. 'Their back; just what I need, to chase more of those ass-holes around,' Harrigan though to himself. Dutch, however, wanted to get to the point of the conversation. "What do you want us to do?" The general merely stood and walked over to a small TV with a VCR. He picked up a tape, put it in the VCR, turned on the TV and played the tape.
"This is one of the few transmitted security tapes aboard the space station Alamo. This was sent to us just yesterday, but the date on the tape it dated back three days." Harrigan a Dutch watched silently as a scientist appeared on screen and began walking towards the camera. Suddenly, in a burst of blood, he was lifted off of the floor and slammed into a wall. Although there was no audio, Harrigan could almost hear the scientist's shrieks of pain and the thudding of his lifeless body upon the ground. The action wasn't over though; the scientist's body was slowly dragged out of the view-range of the camera, but Harrigan knew what would be next. Trophy.
The General shut off the tape and turned to Dutch and Harrigan. "We've tried to contact the station, but there were no answers. Your job is to go to the station, find any survivors, and eliminate the aliens, if they are still there." Dutch shook his head. "There's got to be more t it than that. If there are no answers, they are probably already dead. Why don't you just blow up the station?" "That station costs billions of dollars. We are not going to destroy it if we don't know that the aliens aren't even gone," the general replied swiftly. "Well, did you scan the area? Was there any sign of a ship?" Dutch continued. "No. There was no sign of any ship during the scans. We merely want to insure that the aliens are gone and the space station is secure."
Harrigan, who had remain quiet for the past few minutes spoke up. "Yeah, right. And if we find out that the aliens are still there? What do we do? Just sit there and let the gut us? Or are we going to try and capture one like that ass Keys? We all know what happened to him." Harrigan shuddered as he remembered seeing Agent Peter Keys get cut in half from a bladed disk the alien used. The general shifted in his seat slightly. "If possible, the capture of a live specimen would have you both rewarded greatly."
Harrigan chucked darkly. "This is good, this is really good," he muttered darkly. "Will we have any back-up?" Dutch questioned. "No. You two will share the leadership of your group which will include the eight men from Harrigan's team and two highly trained weapons experts. The group will be small. Only a dozen men."
"And what if we don't want to go?" Harrigan asked boldly standing up from his chair, closely followed by Dutch. The general, still seated, replied, "Let me put it this way; did I say you had a choice?" Dutch turned to see four men with automated rifles, ready for action.
Harrigan sighed heavily and looked at Dutch who shrugged. Harrigan turned to the General and said, "When do we leave?"
Saren'te stalked through the tiny, narrow halls of the human ship. He was tired of waiting. An'tir'de had briefed the Yautja before they had even come aboard the ship. Due to cooler weather on the planet then expected the ship located a human ship orbiting the planet and decided to hunt those on the ship. At first, the least experienced students attacked the unarmed humans, while the others gathered weapons to fight back. The entire population of humans on the ship had been eradicated, to their knowledge, and there were still frequent checks to make sure there were no surviving humans in hiding.
Saren'te was restless. He longed to hunt more of the humans, but his loyalty to his leader and the fact that hopefully the humans would send more armed humans to replace those which had been killed, kept his instincts and training at bay.
Suddenly, a loud Yautja roar vibrated through the human ships hull. It was the summoning; if heard, all Yautja were to report to their leader at once. Saren'te walked quickly to the ship's cockpit, the place the leader had chosen for meeting. Saren'te entered the room closely followed by three others. In total, there were ten hunters: Six students, three warriors, and the leader. When all had arrived the leader began to speak.
"I have contacted the elders of the situation at hand and they sent us an interesting reply. If the humans send more warriors, we are to, if possible, capture some of them." The pack quickly called out their opinions: some asked why, others agreed, some just wished to kill the humans, Saren'te among the latter.
The leader held up his hand. "The captured humans, if strong enough, may be placed in a Kat're'nyta battle. And we would, of course, be rewarded with prime seats for the battle." The room filled murmurs and trills of excitement. Those who were lucky enough to witness a Kat're'nyta battle, knew of the excitement and thrills that came along with the package. The chosen prey would be thrown into an arena and would face many dangerous creatures and obstacles as they fought for their lives. Humans had never been used in a Kat're'nyta battle, but many were eager to see how the humans fared.
The leader dismissed the Yautja to their excited talk of a Kat're'nyta battle and allowed them to do what they wished for the time being. When all of the Yautja left, An'tir'de sat on the floor of the small cockpit and stretched his sore muscles. Although he held no love for the hunted, he never personally approved of the Kat're'nyta battles. He had witnessed two in his lifetime and thought them to be a bit barbaric, even in Yautja standards. He sighed as his left the cockpit; the humans were coming had better pray to whatever gods they had, they would need all of the help they could get.
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Chapter 2: The Mission
The two soldiers looked each other over and shook hands. They both turned their attention back to General Andrews. "Well men, you both should hopefully make a good team. You both have immediately one thing in common. You have both had an experience with an extra-terrestrial hunter and have obviously both come out alive."
At this statement Harrigan and Dutch spun to face each other. The general continued, "Officer Schaffer has had one of the first recorded experiences with the hunter aliens ten years ago, and Officer Harrigan has had a similar experience five years ago. And it as it seems, the hunters are back."
Harrigan turned to face the general, as did Dutch. 'Their back; just what I need, to chase more of those ass-holes around,' Harrigan though to himself. Dutch, however, wanted to get to the point of the conversation. "What do you want us to do?" The general merely stood and walked over to a small TV with a VCR. He picked up a tape, put it in the VCR, turned on the TV and played the tape.
"This is one of the few transmitted security tapes aboard the space station Alamo. This was sent to us just yesterday, but the date on the tape it dated back three days." Harrigan a Dutch watched silently as a scientist appeared on screen and began walking towards the camera. Suddenly, in a burst of blood, he was lifted off of the floor and slammed into a wall. Although there was no audio, Harrigan could almost hear the scientist's shrieks of pain and the thudding of his lifeless body upon the ground. The action wasn't over though; the scientist's body was slowly dragged out of the view-range of the camera, but Harrigan knew what would be next. Trophy.
The General shut off the tape and turned to Dutch and Harrigan. "We've tried to contact the station, but there were no answers. Your job is to go to the station, find any survivors, and eliminate the aliens, if they are still there." Dutch shook his head. "There's got to be more t it than that. If there are no answers, they are probably already dead. Why don't you just blow up the station?" "That station costs billions of dollars. We are not going to destroy it if we don't know that the aliens aren't even gone," the general replied swiftly. "Well, did you scan the area? Was there any sign of a ship?" Dutch continued. "No. There was no sign of any ship during the scans. We merely want to insure that the aliens are gone and the space station is secure."
Harrigan, who had remain quiet for the past few minutes spoke up. "Yeah, right. And if we find out that the aliens are still there? What do we do? Just sit there and let the gut us? Or are we going to try and capture one like that ass Keys? We all know what happened to him." Harrigan shuddered as he remembered seeing Agent Peter Keys get cut in half from a bladed disk the alien used. The general shifted in his seat slightly. "If possible, the capture of a live specimen would have you both rewarded greatly."
Harrigan chucked darkly. "This is good, this is really good," he muttered darkly. "Will we have any back-up?" Dutch questioned. "No. You two will share the leadership of your group which will include the eight men from Harrigan's team and two highly trained weapons experts. The group will be small. Only a dozen men."
"And what if we don't want to go?" Harrigan asked boldly standing up from his chair, closely followed by Dutch. The general, still seated, replied, "Let me put it this way; did I say you had a choice?" Dutch turned to see four men with automated rifles, ready for action.
Harrigan sighed heavily and looked at Dutch who shrugged. Harrigan turned to the General and said, "When do we leave?"
Saren'te stalked through the tiny, narrow halls of the human ship. He was tired of waiting. An'tir'de had briefed the Yautja before they had even come aboard the ship. Due to cooler weather on the planet then expected the ship located a human ship orbiting the planet and decided to hunt those on the ship. At first, the least experienced students attacked the unarmed humans, while the others gathered weapons to fight back. The entire population of humans on the ship had been eradicated, to their knowledge, and there were still frequent checks to make sure there were no surviving humans in hiding.
Saren'te was restless. He longed to hunt more of the humans, but his loyalty to his leader and the fact that hopefully the humans would send more armed humans to replace those which had been killed, kept his instincts and training at bay.
Suddenly, a loud Yautja roar vibrated through the human ships hull. It was the summoning; if heard, all Yautja were to report to their leader at once. Saren'te walked quickly to the ship's cockpit, the place the leader had chosen for meeting. Saren'te entered the room closely followed by three others. In total, there were ten hunters: Six students, three warriors, and the leader. When all had arrived the leader began to speak.
"I have contacted the elders of the situation at hand and they sent us an interesting reply. If the humans send more warriors, we are to, if possible, capture some of them." The pack quickly called out their opinions: some asked why, others agreed, some just wished to kill the humans, Saren'te among the latter.
The leader held up his hand. "The captured humans, if strong enough, may be placed in a Kat're'nyta battle. And we would, of course, be rewarded with prime seats for the battle." The room filled murmurs and trills of excitement. Those who were lucky enough to witness a Kat're'nyta battle, knew of the excitement and thrills that came along with the package. The chosen prey would be thrown into an arena and would face many dangerous creatures and obstacles as they fought for their lives. Humans had never been used in a Kat're'nyta battle, but many were eager to see how the humans fared.
The leader dismissed the Yautja to their excited talk of a Kat're'nyta battle and allowed them to do what they wished for the time being. When all of the Yautja left, An'tir'de sat on the floor of the small cockpit and stretched his sore muscles. Although he held no love for the hunted, he never personally approved of the Kat're'nyta battles. He had witnessed two in his lifetime and thought them to be a bit barbaric, even in Yautja standards. He sighed as his left the cockpit; the humans were coming had better pray to whatever gods they had, they would need all of the help they could get.
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