Disclaimer: I don't own Predator, Aliens, blah blah etc. but I own the obvious characters that I created...btw, this story started out as one thing but it's starting to branch in a different direction—so pardon the lateness :P
Chapter 2:
Three flat panels extended around Sy'ra. Typing upon one she saw the hive, which she had seeded, spreading and growing. They had already consumed the offspring of the Yautja sent xenomorphs, leaving no trace to make anyone suspect that the xenos upon the planet were anything but average drones. Tapping a clawed finger on the middle consol she watched the other ship launch a smaller ship, descending to the planet below. Finally, turning her attention to the third panel she sent a com-link to V'klir.
"My Lord?", V'klir's voice echoed in her mask.
"Get ready to launch." lips curling in anticipation she bared her fangs, this would be a special hunt and she wouldn't allow a single mistake.
Planet side...
Vr'telk scanned the area where the seed ship had landed, preparing to land alongside. This crew of amateurs would get him killed, at least he had thought to bring a plasma canon of his own for any "eventualities." Were he going with proper hunters he would never have disgraced the Sacred Hunt with such weaponry, but considering the young on his ship, he'd probably need it. When the hive killed all of them off he'd need to take on the kainde-amedha alone. He chuckled to himself. If these young were all killed he'd finally be rid of their bumbling idiocy.
Spreading out in defensive positions around the dropship, the Yautja young and their leader surveyed their surroundings. They could see the chestbursters had already hatched, insects gathering around the bodies. The cover around the ship wasn't dense so they were forced to stay on the ground. Moving slowly on the forest floor they continued on. Vr'telk signaled for an "all-stop." His mask had picked up movement nearby, no doubt the kainde-amedha. His brain jumped from tactic to tactic, they could charge upon the hard meat as one, or he could let the Unblooded fan out and pursue each on its own. Deciding that to charge as one would most likely make it easier for the weaker ones to hide behind his strength, he once again motioned for the others to fan out. If they were truly worthy of his clan's mark then they would survive their own hunts and prove themselves.
The slight movement Vr'telk had picked earlier was kainde-amedha movement but what he failed to pick up were the other signs of Sy'ra and her hunting party. They lay in wait, monitoring the movements of this small hive. Sy'ra could not help thinking that this trip was a waste of time as she watched two warriors, even though unblooded, stepped on leaves with almost reckless abandon. Great Ky'ral, she thought, in your wisdom you have sent us to collect this? Putting such insubordinate thoughts on the side she moved to encircle this group of younglings. Even though she knew they could not hear them she whispered to V'klir. "Disable the ship," crouching further to minimize the space she took up, "Bring them down earlier than scheduled, I want at least some of these younglings to survive."
A nod was all she received, as he began tapping things out on his wrist computer. A sneer crossed her face as she thought of V'klir's obedience; did he hope to win the right to mate her by showing his devotion to the clan? Her sneer faded as she thought of her previous mate, although human he had been a great Hunter. Disgusted with the way her thoughts were degrading while on mission Sy'ra focused her mind on the task at hand. Many things could go wrong on the Greater Game, and she had to make damn sure that it didn't.