I do not own Predator vs. Alien
I do own the species of the little hunter, and her herself.
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Chapter Four
An Interesting Mindset
The little hunter regarded the Yautja. He was asleep, nestled in the corner of his cave, his fire having long simmered to nothing. His spear was at its full length, cradled in his arms as if he suffered from paranoia, like a child clutching a stuffed animal for comfort. His mask and armor were also still on, testifying to his constant precautions.
The hunter crept closer, its mind moving silently into his.
It was chaotic. Whirls of anger, pain, confusion, compassion- blasting throughout his mind. Half memories, half beliefs... and a resulting, frustrated anger.
Closer, curious. Deeper in his mind were some clearer memories. Xenomorphs Hatred. Humans... their cases were more unique on an individual basis. The hunter sensed betrayal and honor, both in his memories of them. Uncertain, tolerant regard. The skulls that he had lined so artistically along one wall? Trophies. Their origin had long since been melded together into a combination of betrayal and cowardice. One thing was for sure- he might be crazy, but he was no murderer.
Deeper into his thoughts
The little hunter turned after a moment, walking up to his trophies and plucking several skulls from his collection. These had been cowards, not creatures of evil. Thus the hunter found no reason to retain their trophies; it wasn't like they'd been difficult kills either. There were a few animals he had hunted for sport- though he had done it as a hunter, not as a tormentor- and the little hunter took those as well. Then, exiting the cave, it quietly tore apart the sculls and tossed them to various places out in the foliage.
The little hunter then returned, sitting down several yards away from the hunter and regarding him, thinking back on where she had encountered this strange being...
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An Interesting Fighter
- The little hunter circled the burning foliage, its eyes flaming as it watched several predators begin... burning it... Why they were doing this wasn't apparent. They just seemed to be aimlessly burning, turning the trees into giant flaming torches. Why? The creatures eyes whirled momentarily before settling down to normal for the purpose of hiding. It crept through the burning foliage, moving behind one of the Yautja working a flamethrower, the creature's tail creeping forward...
And then a spear suddenly fired from the foliage, thudding into one of the predators and going straight through it, into the tank for the flamethrower, and causing it to explode. It went down in a flaming roar.
Surprised, the little hunter lifted its head. Immediately it saw the silhouette of a single attacking Yautja, wrist blades cutting into the other predators. Some of the attacked Yautja dropped their flamethrowers and tanks, drawing spears. None of them cloaked; as they only saw heat it would have been futile. But apparently with all the flames around them, they were near invisible to one another.
The attacked Yautja flailed aimlessly. Surprisingly, the attacking Predator did not. Those left with flamethrowers were brutally taken down with throwing spears; the deadly aim a phenomenon in all this heat.
The little hunter crept closer, slinking over the ground and regarding the battle, watching the lone predator easily sneak up on and decapitate the others. Intrigued as to why predator was fighting predator, the hunter did nothing, only watched.
When the six flamethrower-Yautja were dead the lone predator turned, looking around at the forest. His armor was black and his skin a darker brown color as apposed to tan or green. His gaze swept back and forward as he examined the area for any surviving Yautja, and then he silently went to work pulling over all the flaming trees, so that the fire could not reach the surrounding trees. This done he waited, watching them burn out, and then turned, examining the bodies of the dead Yautja for anything useful. He retrieved this metal throwing spears and relieved them of some of their armor.
Still unfailingly curious, the little creature moved along with the predator. Though staying far out of range, it desired to remain close enough to observe unhindered. Killing and not eating seemed a waste to the little hunter... but he had put out the fires in the forest... and the little hunter would never desire to eat another of it's own species, that would be cannibalism, so it could excuse this. After all, in a war people generally didn't eat their adversaries. This wasn't just a hunt for sport; he hadn't taken any trophies. Slowly, cautiously, the hunter moved closer to this new adversary, its eyes fixed on the predator. For all a person beside it could tell, it wasn't even breathing
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An Interesting Carefullness
A bleep went off in the predator's helmet, warning him that something was nearby. How it did this was unknown, but the hunter immediately froze, lying low to the ground. The predator spun, disk in one hand and spear in the other, searching for the thing that had triggered his sensors. He searched around, even going through certain lenses to detect Xenomorphs, but to his eyes, there was nothing there...
The little hunter didn't move or spasm a muscle, didn't twitch in the tiniest fraction of a measurement. It must have been a light padding on the ground, like a tremor, that had woken the sensor. Effective. The hunter would have to take precautions against this occurring again.
The predator scanned the forest a moment more and then slid its disk back to its former location, lifting his hand and unclasping his mask. Slowly he pulled it off, exposing his 'interesting' facial features. He crouched down, sniffing the air, searching for anything...
An indent in the grass? He set down his spear and then whipped out his disk again, firing at the location. The little hunter smiled, its eyes moving as it looked over at the little planted tracks it had made- for a reason. The disk sailed harmless over the tracks, inches from the little hunter's body and shot back to the predators hand. He gripped the disk, clicking lightly. But, upon seeing nothing, he replaced his mask and stood, heading out into the forest. As he moved the hunter did as well.
Lowering weight is fairly impossible. It would require the ability to become partially ethereal, which out little hunter couldn't do. Or, at least, couldn't do yet. So it crawled carefully, setting each limb down with smooth grace, and succeeded in not setting off the sensor again, listening to the predator idly wonder if he was getting to old.
Considering how fit, forest-wise, and intelligent this predator seemed to be (even if he was a badblood or just crazy), this made the little hunter smile with amusement.-
The little hunter hadn't wanted to enter the cave at first. It didn't like caves. Unless there was a massive supply of stalactites or stalagmites, there was no real cover. Predators saw in heat, and since there was a lack of cover it would have to move slowly to regulate the proper heat waves through it at all times. But it had. And now here it was, stretching out on its stomach and lying its head on its forearms.
Tomorrow would be interesting.
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Reviews and Such
For anyone who reads this: I am generally opposed to responding to reviews, as I feel they take up unnecessary space. However, I would like to post these questions/statements and my replies so that I can settle the questions of anyone else out there who desires answers
-From: R.C.R.M
There is no way this hunter could possibly exist. For one thing if it doesn't every excrete any waste every it wouldn't need to eat except maybe once. Unless it is constantly growing larger indefinitely. Another thing, if it light and all energy just passed through it, it wouldn't exist. And finally if this creature does exist it would have to be divinely created and therefore wouldn't have to eat anyway. That is all I have to say.
A: I could (And did) compose a 4 page rant to submit to this fella. And then I realized something amazing O.O I didn't have to prove a dang thing cause it's not like I could change his mind! I know, isn't it astounding!? At any rate, I do believe that there are many reasons that this creature could exist. And em, just as a side note, Humans were divinly created, and we have to eat :P Well, it's true! Also, urine starts off in the body as ammonia, which can be used as a weapon. I'm sure you wouldn't be too happy if you got ammonia injected into your bloodstream. And at any rate, you're setting limits on fantasy. That's like saying all dragons have to be green and steal women for no apparent reason.
My final defense is that I do have some various explanations for why my hunter can do some things, but it would take too long to explain some, and others would ruin the story. I'm not gonna sit here and prove realism to you, just read the story and either like it or dont like it. Don't dissect it before the whole thing is written.
-From: Manquare
Extremely cool - wonderful descriptions. Your little hunter is very intriguing - have you drawn any pictures of it?
-From: Spacefan
All you can eat buffet! LOL!
Very good chappie--this hunter is a very complicated creature. One minute ravenously eating experienced Predators--the next, rescuing and healing an inexperienced Predator. A griffon-like creature, hm. I wonder if anyone out there could sketch the little hunter.
A: Yes, I have drawn pictures of it, but due to people's tendency to steal artwork, I'm a little opposed to posting it. However, as long as I'm given credit for the creation of it's species and you don't like... ya know, try to sell the work or something, i wouldn't mind if other people drew the little hunter. My monster! Snatches and glares at everyone Go make your own! But seriously, I'd be delighted to see what other people see my little hunter as. Just wait for the next chapter cause I'll describe it more in that one.