Yes, the big chapter is finally here; the first look at the Predator Homeworld. This is strictly my idea of how I think the Predator Homeworld looks like. Thank You for all of the Reviews! Hope you enjoy it!
Predator: Homeworld
Chapter 7: Homeworld
-1 week later-
The large Yautja starship cruised quickly though space, its sights set on the large planet ahead of it. The Yautja on board chattered excitedly about the coming planet fall. An'tir'de sat in the pilot chair of the cockpit staring at a small view screen displaying his home planet; he smiled as he looked up though the windows of the cockpit, catching his first glimpse of the Homeworld in a long while.
"It's good to be home," he thought as he stood to gather the rest of the Yautja on board; they would be reaching the planet soon, and it would be better to be early with preparations rather than late.
As the Yautja ran through the ship, preparing, An'tir'de gathered four other Yautja to assist him in preparing the humans. They stopped at the supply room to get some rope to bind the humans; the last thing he needed was the humans to get loose on the planet.
As An'tir'de and his group walked to the prison the humans were in, he felt his blood rush faster though his veins; the humans would be the first of their kind to look upon the Yautja Homeworld, and this would undoubtedly be the last planet they ever saw.
The trio sat in their prison, not aware of how close they were to landing on a new planet. They sat talking about random things when the door slid open, revealing five Predators, the head holding a length of black rope.
"They aren't going to hog-tie me with out a fight," Jean snarled in a low voice. By the stances of Dutch and Harrigan, they agreed.
The total time it took the Predators to subdue the humans was about fifteen minutes. They grabbed Dutch first, who in return, slugged one of the Yautja holding him down in the face.
"Damn, I think I broke a couple fingers!" Dutch thought when his fist connected with the Predator's ugly face. Two predators were holding him down, one was trying desperately to get control of his hands to tie them together, and the other two were fending off attacks from Jean and Harrigan.
Eventually they got Dutch tied up, and tried for Harrigan next. Now, with one Predator holding on to Dutch, the four were hard pressed to get Harrigan under control and keep Jean from freeing either of them. Harrigan was slightly easier to tie up, being he was slightly tired from his attempts to help Dutch; yet he still somehow managed to grab hold of one of the Predator's mandibles and nearly ripped it off.
Finally after subduing Harrigan, they closed upon Jean, assuming she may be a bit easier to subdue.
The one Predator with the rope gestured to the rope then to her, as if expecting Jean to go without a fight.
"Not on your life, buddy," Jean snarled mentally.
The Predator lunged forward and received a kick in the face. Another's arm shot forward, which Jean nimbly dodged. The third grabbed hold of Jean's shirt and pulled her toward him. Jean lashed out, her now long and sharp nails digging into the flesh of the alien's face.
When the Predator released Jean with a roar, another succeeded in grabbing Jean, who spun, grabbed its dreadlocks, and tried to rip them out. He roared and tried to push Jean off of him, who now was determined to rip at least a few of those black dreadlocks out.
"Prepared to be taught the true meaning of pain," Jean thought as she pulled even harder on the thing's dreads, allowing herself to literally swig from the braided hair.
Meanwhile, Dutch managed to get free of his bonds and was trying to pummel the Predator that was holding him, as Harrigan continuously stomped on the toes of his captor.
After another five minutes of screams, punches, and blows, the Predators finally managed to subdue the humans.
Then the Predators began to haul the humans out of the room towards the loading dock.
"Where are they taking us?" Jean asked, a tiny tremble in her voice giving away her fears. She hoped they weren't going to dissect them alive or something to that degree.
Dutch sighed and whispered quietly, "I don't know; but I don't think it's going to be good."
After the confrontation with the humans in the containment chamber, An'tir'de and his crew had only a few minutes left until the ship entered the atmosphere of the planet and landed upon the homeworld.
As the final preparations were made, the Yautja met on the dock, and waited for the ship to land. They put the humans between them, not allowing them any chance of escape.
Suddenly, a rough lurch caused the Yautja and the humans to stumble slightly. The ship's hull started to vibrate. They had entered the rough atmosphere of the planet. The vibrations quickly stopped and the ship tilted forward slightly, and with a soft bump, landed on the planet.
Harrigan, Dutch, and Jean were surrounded by the Predators, and bound in a strong, black, rope-like material. They could see the door ahead of them and the head of what was, supposedly, the leader of this clan.
With a shudder, the ship touched the ground. The soft hum of the engines died out leaving nothing but tension filled silence. Suddenly the door ahead of them opened. The trio squinted in the bright light that shot thought the entrance of the ship.
Once their eyes adjusted, the three humans laid their eyes on the Predator home world. Harrigan was the first to speak.
"My god..."
It was a stunning sight. Twin, pulsing red, suns lit up the sky with blazing orange light, blocked occasionally by small patches of, what looked like, wispy purple clouds. The ground was a mix of oranges, browns, and greens; small shrubs stood out above smoky white gasses that covered the floor. Thousands of hundred-foot, multi-colored trees surrounded a large clearing.
In the large clearing was a spaceport.
Hundreds of Predator ships docked on a black metal material, which surrounded the space of a few hundred football fields. And among those ships were strange machinery, perhaps used to fix any damage to the ships, small apartment-like buildings, and hundreds of Predators.
The trio stared in awe at the sight of this new planet. They each had their own feelings about this world: Dutch, although terrified, had a small amount of curiosity about the planet, Harrigan was scared shitless, and Jean felt like she was going to pass out from shock.
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," Jean thought, clutching her hands together to try to stop them from shaking.
An'tir'de looked out upon his homeworld, content that he was finally home. As he was about to move on, he saw a large Yautja heading towards him. When he saw exactly who it was he smiled; it was Meklete, his older half- brother. Meklete approached quickly and put his hand on An'tir'de's shoulder shaking it roughly; An'tir'de returned the gesture.
"Welcome home brother. What news do you have of the outside? Or shall I say, what quarry have you brought with you?" Meklete's gaze fell upon the three humans.
"I suppose you have heard?" An'tir'de inquired.
"Just rumors, but now I know that they were true."
An'tir'de gestured to the three Yautja that held the humans to bring the humans forth. The humans, as an understatement, seemed reluctant to go anywhere near Meklete; yet they didn't have much choice.
Meklete looked each human up and down closely. "These two humans will make for an interesting battle," Meklete said, gesturing to the two large humans, "but what of this one?"
Meklete stopped in front of the small human. It was smaller, and by the looks of it, it was a female. Meklete's hand shot out, and he grabbed the human's neck and pulled it close to his face for a better look.
The human suddenly wrenched its head out of Meklete's grip, and tried to bite him. Meklete pulled his hand back quickly and the human's white teeth clicked on air.
"Well, perhaps I underestimated this little female. She's quick, but not very smart." Meklete backhanded the female, which set her to her knees. The other larger humans strained at their bonds to assist the female. Meklete watched in interest. Protective of the female they seemed to be.
An'tir'de rested a hand on Meklete's shoulder. "Do not cause that one any more pain. She was injured on the way and it would be much more entertaining to see her fight with full strength rather than be injured and weak." Meklete shrugged and gestured for An'tir'de to follow him.
"The Elders sent word that the humans should be contained in one of the cells here; then, before the battle they will be led to the Naharia, stadium."
An'tir'de nodded and asked, "What about the air circulation in the cell? They humans seem to have a hard time breathing now." A soft cough came from one of the humans, as if punctuating An'tir'de's comment.
"That is already taken care of. Let us make haste; much has happened since you were last here. Plus, it would do good to get to Naharia early."
"Why would we go there now?"
"The battle is in only a few hours. The Elders have already sent invitations."
Harrigan struggled to reach Jean when the Predator backhanded her. Luckily, the other alien stopped him from beating Jean once more. They were lead away from the ship and onto the planet. Dutch coughed quietly next to him. The gases were smothering to say the least.
The trio was lead toward one of the small buildings and taken into it. The inside looked much like the outside: black carved walls, white mist, red glowing lights. They were tossed into a cell, much like the one they were in on the ship, and the door loudly shut behind them.
"That bastard; I'll see him dying in the dirt if he tries that again," Jean snarled, standing and massaging the side of her face. "That jerk drew blood!" Jean pulled her hand away and showed the warm, red liquid on her hand.
"Let me see." Dutch stood and walked over to where Jean stood fuming. The cut was small, and head wounds tended to bleed a lot. "You'll be fine."
"Well, I don't think we'll be leaving anytime soon. Damn. This is the last thing I expected from these guys. I wonder, now that we're here, what they are going to do with us," Harrigan asked, his mind trying to come up with the most logical explanation.
"Maybe they'll use us as slaves. It's probably not uncommon with them," Dutch sighed.
"Slaves!? I'd rather hurl myself out of a window than play a petty slave to those freaks!" Jean then muttered quietly, "but it's better than the alternative."
"What's the alternative?" Harrigan asked, dreading the answer.
"Dissections."
Dutch, Harrigan, and Jean argued of their purpose on the planet for some time. When the door opened they all jumped. Six menacing Predators entered with the same black rope they had originally been bound in.
"What ever they want of us, I think we're about to find out," Harrigan muttered as the Predators advanced. Well, that's it! Next chapter is the actual "battle" chapter. Hope you liked this chapter and don't forget to review! The more reviews, the faster I'll be getting chapter eight up!