Thanks for the reviews! This one is much longer, and has a lot more action. Let's see how Dutch and Harrigan do against the Predators once again! :)
Predator: Homeworld
Chapter 3: Interlopers
Harrigan and Dutch sat in a plain office overlooking the spaceport discussing plans for the mission. When the good general brought them to the spaceport, he explained the ship they would be using was extremely advanced for it's time and they would have no need for the many years of training astronauts had to go through. Harrison questioned the general on how the government got a hold of such a ship. The general simply replied, "There's a lot of technology we have up and running that you and the public don't know about."
Harrigan and Dutch took to each other fast. They both seemed to be on the same level and agreed on many topics: they were both serious in there work, were not afraid to do what had to be done, and they also both held a deep hate for the hunters that destroyed their lives and government bastards that took what was left of their already shattered lives and vaporized the ashes. Harrigan and Dutch were allowed a few hours at their homes to get anything they would need. Harrigan had decided to take the old pistol the alien leader had given him from when he killed the one hunter. It might bring him good luck.
Harrigan's team was relatively accepting of Dutch. Most at least tried to be friendly, but the kid was another story. Her big mouth had already made a negative impression on Dutch, and they hadn't even got off the Earth yet. Harrigan could tell the kid was going to be a pain for the hold trip.
As for the two weapons experts...Harrigan would rather get into a verbal fight with the kid than talk to those two for five minutes; the way they were talking, anyone would think they were going on a camping trip. Harrigan knew they would be in for a rude awakening.
The team had decided that a sneak attack would be the best try on the ship; if they gave those hunters any warning whatsoever, they would probably be waiting in the landing dock for them.
It was two days since the meeting in the general's office, and the team was already getting on the transport ship. They had been giving high-tech armor and weapons; one of the more enjoyable aspects of the trip. Also in the gear was placed communication equipment for the generals that would be remaining on the planet; like they would be much of a help if there was a fight.
As the team strapped themselves in their seats, Harrigan glanced at the gun that hung from a clip on his armor and wished the aliens would be long gone; he didn't think he was ready to face them again.
An'tir'de sat in the cockpit of the human ship when, suddenly, the control panel lit up and a human voice spilled from the consol. He walked over to the panel and looked up to the screens that hung above the panel, displaying the corridors and outside of the ship. His mask did not read any colors from the screens except black and a little bit of blue, but he could see what was happening anyway.
The docking port they had entered in was opening, and outside of it was a small human ship! They had come by surprise. An'tir'de grabbed his spear and raced out of the cockpit roaring the summoning. The rest of the Yautja were sleeping, and he was thankful to the gods he couldn't get to sleep. It would not have been a pretty sight if the humans got on the ship and found the Yautja sleeping.
Saren'te and Grek'te, another student, came running out of one of the side corridors. "What is happening? The others sent us to you," spoke Saren'te. "The humans have arrived. Grek'te, alert all of the others; Saren'te come with me. We must head off the human quickly." Even past his mask, An'tir'de could clearly see Saren'te's eyes light up in anticipation. The two Yautja turned and raced down the hallway, their blood screaming for action.
The ship seemed deserted, but Dutch wouldn't believe it until they had checked every nook and cranny for signs of the aliens. Their small ship had a special activation button that opened the hangar automatically. As the ship docked on its own, the team had turned on their communicators and was in full contact with the headquarters on Earth. The team of twelve marched quickly and silently through the halls of the ship. The first order of business was to secure the cockpit, then the engine room.
They had been walking for a while and had heard nothing. The team's wits were being dulled to the point that they were starting to whisper each other. Dutch heard the one of the weapons experts whisper the other, "See, this is easy." "It's a shame," replied the other, "I wanted to try out old Betsy here." He held up his gun. "Those aliens will probably take on look at us and run away crying for their mommies." The two soldiers started chuckling loudly. Dutch moved to tell them the shut up, but the predators took the liberty of permanently silencing the men for Dutch.
A metal disk flew, lopping one of the duo's head off, while the other was skewered on a spear before his little mind could register the death of his friend. Dutch reacted automatically; he saw the shimmering of air that signified the presence of the hunters and shot. Numerous bullets shot at the predator, each being deflected by its armor, except for one. The one bullet hit the gauntlet on the predator's arm disengaging its cloaking devise.
Dutch got a good look at the thing. At least a head or two bigger than him, with greenish yellow skin with black markings, black-grey armor and an assortment of weapons; two eyes glowed with hatred beyond the lenses of the creature's mask; not the most friendly of appearances.
With the realization that its cloak malfunctioned, the hunter roared and charged for Dutch, activating its wrist blades as it went. The tiny corridor didn't allow for much movement, but Dutch was able to duck when the creature swiped at his head. The others, who had been staring in shock at the bodies of the weapons experts, regained their wits and began to return fired. Dutch kept the hunter busy, as did the rest of the team, but they all ignored the fact that there was another hunter in the hallway.
A loud bang echoed through the corridor, and a ball of blue fire flew through the air taking down one of the furthermost men. Dutch cursed. One alien was bad enough, now they had to fight another. He hoped Harrigan would be up to the challenge.
Saren'te threw his disk, taking one of the human's head off while his leader stabbed the other next to him. The disk ricocheted and became lodged in the wall; no matter, he had his plasma caster perched on his shoulder, ready to fire. One of the human shot at them. The bullets hit Saren'te and An'tir'de's armor harmlessly until one his An'tir'de's cloaking devise on his arm. An'tir'de screamed a curse at the human and charged at him preparing to end the life of the offending human immediately.
The human ducked at the last moment as the others began to fire. Saren'te shot off a bolt of energy at one of the human and aimed at another. He saw one racing toward him, and Saren'te aimed at his lower abdomen. He fired, already picturing the human hitting the floor in a splash of it's hot blood. But it did something amazing and stupid at the same time. It leapt over the bolt of energy and rammed into Saren'te, knocking them both to the ground.
Harrigan didn't know what he was doing till he did it. He saw one his men get hit with a bolt of energy. Anger raged through him. As if the hunters didn't wreck his life enough on Earth, now they were killing his only friends! Harrigan could see the shimmering of the hunter's cloak as if it was glowing bright red. Harrigan charged and rammed into the alien knocking it to the floor. The hunter's arm hit the ground, its cloaking devise now deactivated.
The alien and Harrigan just stared at each other for a second. Harrigan was in a state of shock that he had done something that incredibly stupid. The alien roared and threw Harrigan off of itself. Harrigan flew through the air, over his group, and landed behind them. He saw the alien ram though the others, blades unsheathed, coming in for the kill. Harrigan looked up and saw a disk; almost identical to the one he had killed the original hunter with lodged high in the wall.
He got to his feet and leapt into the air, adrenaline boosting his strength. He grabbed the disk, landed, and brought it up just in time to defend himself from attack. The predator's blades were deflected by the disk, and Harrigan saw himself in the same position he was five years ago; armed with only a disk, he had dropped his gun when the alien threw him, and facing an extremely pissed off alien.
The alien raised its blades, then paused staring at something at Harrigan's waist. Harrigan glanced down quickly at whatever the alien was staring at. "O shit," Harrigan though when he saw that the alien was staring at he antique gun that hung at his waist. If this alien was in the group that he had met five years ago, it would know who he was; "Perfect. Just peachy." Harrigan raised his gaze to the stunned alien and dove at it, shoving the disk out at it's abdomen like he had the other. He saw the disk only inches from the alien's chest when a blow to the back of his head knocked him sprawling. He began to fade into unconsciousness; the last thing he saw was at least six more aliens behind him.
Saren'te stood stunned staring at the weapon that hung on the human's armor like a trophy. It was the same weapon that the leader of his father's clan had given the human for a trophy. Saren'te stared at the creature; this small, stupid creature was his father's killer? It was impossible. Saren'te longed to rip the head from this creature, but his body wouldn't respond to his mind's commands. The human dove at Saren'te while he stood, unable to defend himself. The human had almost hit its target when the blunt side of a spear made contact with its head, knocking it to the ground and into a sleep-like state.
Saren'te looked up to see one of the warriors standing above the human. Behind him were the rest of the students who stood in shock at the humans that were fighting their leader. Saren'te gave the warrior a minuet nod and spun racing into the crowd of humans. Although his blades whirled, his mind remained with his father's killer and what he would do to the creature when this battle was over.
Jean slammed the but of her gun into the stomach of the closest alien. About eight more arrived right after the original two had found them. As the alien keeled over forward, she swung the gun upward making contact with the thing's face. The alien fell to the floor with what sounded like a low groan.
She dropped her empty gun and pulled out two abnormally large twin daggers. She raced at yet another of the aliens and stabbed the knife through its unguarded upper arm. It roared angrily and swatted at her. Jean leapt back and threw the other dagger at the alien, this time the knife hit its chest dead center.
Jean glanced back at the rest of the group. Her assessment was dismal. There were only two others fighting besides herself, and the other leader, Schaefer, was lying on the ground bleeding from a small gash in his head. From a distance it looked superficial, but Jean couldn't be sure.
Suddenly, a fist collided with Jean's gut launching her backward. She hit the ground hard On her stomach, but managed to keep her consciousness. She decided getting up and fighting would do her no good so she did a favorite trick of hers; play dead. She knew these creatures could see heat, but she hoped they would be too tired to notice that she was alive.
Jean heard the screams of the two other men as they either died or were wounded. The corridor fell quiet except for the clicks and growls of the aliens. As far as Jean could tell, they hadn't killed a single alien, but she was sure they had severely wounded a couple.
She saw the aliens walk among the dead and dieing. She saw that one of the team members was lying dead on the floor a few feet away. She continued to watch in absolute shock as an alien reached its hand into the man's back and rip out his head and spinal column. She shut her eyes and held back the urge to vomit.
With her eyes shut she heard an alien stop by her body, since she didn't feel the thing's metal wrist-knives in her back she guessed it assumed that she was dead. Then a thought flashed in her mind horrifying her. If this thing though her dead, it would have no qualms about ripping her spine and head out as a trophy! She could almost feel its hand reaching down toward her back; there was no way on heaven, earth, or hell that she would let this alien rip her head off alive!
Her eyes shot open and she spun, lashing out with her foot. She hadn't realized how close the thing had gotten to her. She found herself staring into the eyes of that creepy mask; fortunately the alien was so shocked to see that she was alive, it didn't see her foot coming. It connected sharply with the alien's neck knocking it to the side.
She jumped to her feet. All of the aliens, who were crouched next to their kills looked up at her. Jean acted on instinct. She got sprinting jump over the heads of the aliens, rolled on the landing, came up, and sprinted around the corner and down the disserted hallway. She heard the inhuman cries of the aliens and the pounding of their feet on the floor in hot pursuit; these noises only made Jean run faster.
Hope you enjoyed. The next chapter will come as soon as I think of it! Don't forget to Review! :)
Predator: Homeworld
Chapter 3: Interlopers
Harrigan and Dutch sat in a plain office overlooking the spaceport discussing plans for the mission. When the good general brought them to the spaceport, he explained the ship they would be using was extremely advanced for it's time and they would have no need for the many years of training astronauts had to go through. Harrison questioned the general on how the government got a hold of such a ship. The general simply replied, "There's a lot of technology we have up and running that you and the public don't know about."
Harrigan and Dutch took to each other fast. They both seemed to be on the same level and agreed on many topics: they were both serious in there work, were not afraid to do what had to be done, and they also both held a deep hate for the hunters that destroyed their lives and government bastards that took what was left of their already shattered lives and vaporized the ashes. Harrigan and Dutch were allowed a few hours at their homes to get anything they would need. Harrigan had decided to take the old pistol the alien leader had given him from when he killed the one hunter. It might bring him good luck.
Harrigan's team was relatively accepting of Dutch. Most at least tried to be friendly, but the kid was another story. Her big mouth had already made a negative impression on Dutch, and they hadn't even got off the Earth yet. Harrigan could tell the kid was going to be a pain for the hold trip.
As for the two weapons experts...Harrigan would rather get into a verbal fight with the kid than talk to those two for five minutes; the way they were talking, anyone would think they were going on a camping trip. Harrigan knew they would be in for a rude awakening.
The team had decided that a sneak attack would be the best try on the ship; if they gave those hunters any warning whatsoever, they would probably be waiting in the landing dock for them.
It was two days since the meeting in the general's office, and the team was already getting on the transport ship. They had been giving high-tech armor and weapons; one of the more enjoyable aspects of the trip. Also in the gear was placed communication equipment for the generals that would be remaining on the planet; like they would be much of a help if there was a fight.
As the team strapped themselves in their seats, Harrigan glanced at the gun that hung from a clip on his armor and wished the aliens would be long gone; he didn't think he was ready to face them again.
An'tir'de sat in the cockpit of the human ship when, suddenly, the control panel lit up and a human voice spilled from the consol. He walked over to the panel and looked up to the screens that hung above the panel, displaying the corridors and outside of the ship. His mask did not read any colors from the screens except black and a little bit of blue, but he could see what was happening anyway.
The docking port they had entered in was opening, and outside of it was a small human ship! They had come by surprise. An'tir'de grabbed his spear and raced out of the cockpit roaring the summoning. The rest of the Yautja were sleeping, and he was thankful to the gods he couldn't get to sleep. It would not have been a pretty sight if the humans got on the ship and found the Yautja sleeping.
Saren'te and Grek'te, another student, came running out of one of the side corridors. "What is happening? The others sent us to you," spoke Saren'te. "The humans have arrived. Grek'te, alert all of the others; Saren'te come with me. We must head off the human quickly." Even past his mask, An'tir'de could clearly see Saren'te's eyes light up in anticipation. The two Yautja turned and raced down the hallway, their blood screaming for action.
The ship seemed deserted, but Dutch wouldn't believe it until they had checked every nook and cranny for signs of the aliens. Their small ship had a special activation button that opened the hangar automatically. As the ship docked on its own, the team had turned on their communicators and was in full contact with the headquarters on Earth. The team of twelve marched quickly and silently through the halls of the ship. The first order of business was to secure the cockpit, then the engine room.
They had been walking for a while and had heard nothing. The team's wits were being dulled to the point that they were starting to whisper each other. Dutch heard the one of the weapons experts whisper the other, "See, this is easy." "It's a shame," replied the other, "I wanted to try out old Betsy here." He held up his gun. "Those aliens will probably take on look at us and run away crying for their mommies." The two soldiers started chuckling loudly. Dutch moved to tell them the shut up, but the predators took the liberty of permanently silencing the men for Dutch.
A metal disk flew, lopping one of the duo's head off, while the other was skewered on a spear before his little mind could register the death of his friend. Dutch reacted automatically; he saw the shimmering of air that signified the presence of the hunters and shot. Numerous bullets shot at the predator, each being deflected by its armor, except for one. The one bullet hit the gauntlet on the predator's arm disengaging its cloaking devise.
Dutch got a good look at the thing. At least a head or two bigger than him, with greenish yellow skin with black markings, black-grey armor and an assortment of weapons; two eyes glowed with hatred beyond the lenses of the creature's mask; not the most friendly of appearances.
With the realization that its cloak malfunctioned, the hunter roared and charged for Dutch, activating its wrist blades as it went. The tiny corridor didn't allow for much movement, but Dutch was able to duck when the creature swiped at his head. The others, who had been staring in shock at the bodies of the weapons experts, regained their wits and began to return fired. Dutch kept the hunter busy, as did the rest of the team, but they all ignored the fact that there was another hunter in the hallway.
A loud bang echoed through the corridor, and a ball of blue fire flew through the air taking down one of the furthermost men. Dutch cursed. One alien was bad enough, now they had to fight another. He hoped Harrigan would be up to the challenge.
Saren'te threw his disk, taking one of the human's head off while his leader stabbed the other next to him. The disk ricocheted and became lodged in the wall; no matter, he had his plasma caster perched on his shoulder, ready to fire. One of the human shot at them. The bullets hit Saren'te and An'tir'de's armor harmlessly until one his An'tir'de's cloaking devise on his arm. An'tir'de screamed a curse at the human and charged at him preparing to end the life of the offending human immediately.
The human ducked at the last moment as the others began to fire. Saren'te shot off a bolt of energy at one of the human and aimed at another. He saw one racing toward him, and Saren'te aimed at his lower abdomen. He fired, already picturing the human hitting the floor in a splash of it's hot blood. But it did something amazing and stupid at the same time. It leapt over the bolt of energy and rammed into Saren'te, knocking them both to the ground.
Harrigan didn't know what he was doing till he did it. He saw one his men get hit with a bolt of energy. Anger raged through him. As if the hunters didn't wreck his life enough on Earth, now they were killing his only friends! Harrigan could see the shimmering of the hunter's cloak as if it was glowing bright red. Harrigan charged and rammed into the alien knocking it to the floor. The hunter's arm hit the ground, its cloaking devise now deactivated.
The alien and Harrigan just stared at each other for a second. Harrigan was in a state of shock that he had done something that incredibly stupid. The alien roared and threw Harrigan off of itself. Harrigan flew through the air, over his group, and landed behind them. He saw the alien ram though the others, blades unsheathed, coming in for the kill. Harrigan looked up and saw a disk; almost identical to the one he had killed the original hunter with lodged high in the wall.
He got to his feet and leapt into the air, adrenaline boosting his strength. He grabbed the disk, landed, and brought it up just in time to defend himself from attack. The predator's blades were deflected by the disk, and Harrigan saw himself in the same position he was five years ago; armed with only a disk, he had dropped his gun when the alien threw him, and facing an extremely pissed off alien.
The alien raised its blades, then paused staring at something at Harrigan's waist. Harrigan glanced down quickly at whatever the alien was staring at. "O shit," Harrigan though when he saw that the alien was staring at he antique gun that hung at his waist. If this alien was in the group that he had met five years ago, it would know who he was; "Perfect. Just peachy." Harrigan raised his gaze to the stunned alien and dove at it, shoving the disk out at it's abdomen like he had the other. He saw the disk only inches from the alien's chest when a blow to the back of his head knocked him sprawling. He began to fade into unconsciousness; the last thing he saw was at least six more aliens behind him.
Saren'te stood stunned staring at the weapon that hung on the human's armor like a trophy. It was the same weapon that the leader of his father's clan had given the human for a trophy. Saren'te stared at the creature; this small, stupid creature was his father's killer? It was impossible. Saren'te longed to rip the head from this creature, but his body wouldn't respond to his mind's commands. The human dove at Saren'te while he stood, unable to defend himself. The human had almost hit its target when the blunt side of a spear made contact with its head, knocking it to the ground and into a sleep-like state.
Saren'te looked up to see one of the warriors standing above the human. Behind him were the rest of the students who stood in shock at the humans that were fighting their leader. Saren'te gave the warrior a minuet nod and spun racing into the crowd of humans. Although his blades whirled, his mind remained with his father's killer and what he would do to the creature when this battle was over.
Jean slammed the but of her gun into the stomach of the closest alien. About eight more arrived right after the original two had found them. As the alien keeled over forward, she swung the gun upward making contact with the thing's face. The alien fell to the floor with what sounded like a low groan.
She dropped her empty gun and pulled out two abnormally large twin daggers. She raced at yet another of the aliens and stabbed the knife through its unguarded upper arm. It roared angrily and swatted at her. Jean leapt back and threw the other dagger at the alien, this time the knife hit its chest dead center.
Jean glanced back at the rest of the group. Her assessment was dismal. There were only two others fighting besides herself, and the other leader, Schaefer, was lying on the ground bleeding from a small gash in his head. From a distance it looked superficial, but Jean couldn't be sure.
Suddenly, a fist collided with Jean's gut launching her backward. She hit the ground hard On her stomach, but managed to keep her consciousness. She decided getting up and fighting would do her no good so she did a favorite trick of hers; play dead. She knew these creatures could see heat, but she hoped they would be too tired to notice that she was alive.
Jean heard the screams of the two other men as they either died or were wounded. The corridor fell quiet except for the clicks and growls of the aliens. As far as Jean could tell, they hadn't killed a single alien, but she was sure they had severely wounded a couple.
She saw the aliens walk among the dead and dieing. She saw that one of the team members was lying dead on the floor a few feet away. She continued to watch in absolute shock as an alien reached its hand into the man's back and rip out his head and spinal column. She shut her eyes and held back the urge to vomit.
With her eyes shut she heard an alien stop by her body, since she didn't feel the thing's metal wrist-knives in her back she guessed it assumed that she was dead. Then a thought flashed in her mind horrifying her. If this thing though her dead, it would have no qualms about ripping her spine and head out as a trophy! She could almost feel its hand reaching down toward her back; there was no way on heaven, earth, or hell that she would let this alien rip her head off alive!
Her eyes shot open and she spun, lashing out with her foot. She hadn't realized how close the thing had gotten to her. She found herself staring into the eyes of that creepy mask; fortunately the alien was so shocked to see that she was alive, it didn't see her foot coming. It connected sharply with the alien's neck knocking it to the side.
She jumped to her feet. All of the aliens, who were crouched next to their kills looked up at her. Jean acted on instinct. She got sprinting jump over the heads of the aliens, rolled on the landing, came up, and sprinted around the corner and down the disserted hallway. She heard the inhuman cries of the aliens and the pounding of their feet on the floor in hot pursuit; these noises only made Jean run faster.
Hope you enjoyed. The next chapter will come as soon as I think of it! Don't forget to Review! :)