(eyes fic) Wow, you guys have really gone rabid over this fic, huh?Thanks bunches to all of you! (hands out mini chbi cat-Xenos to all reviewers)

Okay, questions first: Boongdaba: Where I got the idea for this fic I'll never really know. I've always been a rabid Alien/Predator fan, and never thought the Aliens got enough credit. Really, how unintelligent can they be if they always manage to kill off almost every living thing wherever they end up? I wanted to make one that put people's views on them completely upside-down, and came up with this.

DarkXeno: Okay, man, you're getting very stange with the Facehuggers, there O.o. To answer your question about the Aliens Quadrilogy DVD's... assumption was wrong. I don't have 'em, though I wish I did. Plus, I love some of your ideas, but please decide on ONE (head explodes from too many character possibilites). 'Cause I want you to E-mail (points specifically to the word E-mail becuase she doesn't want to give anything character-wiseaway to the readers before they need to know) me a complete character bio, including personality, looks, species, color, agressiveness, name, and whatever else you want to throw in there Don't be afraid to base it on you, 'cause it might make the story quiet interesting to throw that type of character in there. Oh, and 'cause I just remembered that doesn't give e-mails away to non-members... it's blackfox2005 at hotmail.

enjoy random and quickly written yet good chapterness.

Ah yes, translations :

Pauk: fuck
Dtai-k'de: Fight
Ell-osde: you
C'jit: Damn
Kainde Amedha: Hard Meat
U'sl-kwe: Final Rest
Oh, and in case you're wondering, Kwei means Crazy/Tricky. I never put that up in the original translations ;;

Kwei groaned. Everything hurt; everything burned. It felt as if his limbs were pulsing with a throbbing ache in tune with the rhythm of his heart. He didn't even have the power to open his eyes as of yet, and any movement hurt badly. He decided that it was best to just lie still and perhaps think of how he'd come to be in this state.

The Yautja thought back, remembering what had happened at the slaughterhouse. He had been doing well, fighting against truly worthy trophies, and he remembered killing them all…

The scientist! It was he who had done this to him! The Yautja warrior growled darkly, suddenly remembering the water, and the wires. The human had known about him, had known about his race and the weaknesses of his kind. That was not supposed to be. Not at all.

At least he had killed him. Yet… there was always a chance that more humans knew.

The Yautja didn't remember getting out of the slaughterhouse, however, and that troubled him. Was he still there, lying on the floor, or had the humans taken him? There was no water where he was lying, and that fact alone made the warrior suspicious. It seemed that the possibility of capture was more and more likely. Kwei forced his hand to rise, gritting his teeth in pain, and found the self-destruct device still strapped to his arm. He sighed; at least they hadn't taken his last resort from him. Perhaps he could even take a few with him when he set it off.

The Yautja forced his eyes open, wincing slightly, and focused on the room he was in. To his disappointment, there weren't any humans, but he guessed that fighting in his condition might be a bad idea, anyway. It was a small room, looking windowless at first glance until one saw the small slit near the ceiling. There was no furniture except for a bench near the opposite wall and a low table, and large barrels were set up in the corners of the room. It looked as if no one had worked in this place for many years.

Kwei frowned, his mandibles clicking; this wasn't the slaughterhouse or anywhere in it, and didn't seem to be a place a human would take a captive. Where was he, and why was he taken here?

His eyes swept over the room again, and he hissed suddenly as he saw the object lying behind the table. It was an egg, but not just any egg. Kwei had seen these once before, when he had been on his Kainde Amedha Chiva. He hurriedly looked around the room; standing quickly and automatically taking a defensive and wary posture despite the pain it caused him.

It was a Kainde Amedha egg. Why it was here Kwei didn't know, but the thought disturbed him.

He relaxed just an inch upon seeing that the room seemed to be clear. He switched the setting on his mask just to be sure that the creature hadn't found a way to hide from him, seeing the cool blue of the cold walls change to a deep purple and the egg change to a dull, dead-looking green. The egg seemed to be old, and no facehuggers were in evidence. With a sigh, the Yautja turned it back to normal thermal vision and set about investigating. The elder would want to hear of this, he was certain of that.

Kwei warily moved to the slightly ajar door, careful to make as little sound as he could as he looked through it. He nearly hissed in shock from what he saw, his mandibles flaring out as he gaped.

It was a Kainde Amedha, which immediately put him on edge. Though it was what the creature was doing that surprised him so, for the creature -judging from the developing crest it was a young Queen- was sitting leisurely on the floor of the next room, gently turning the pages of what seemed to be an old and tattered book. It jerked suddenly, turning to face the Yautja with a warning hiss as it snapped the book shut, back arching and bladed tail lashing much in the manner of a cat.

The Yautja grabbed for his spear, and then realized that the weapon was missing. He growled, searching for his other weapons. There were none.

"Pauk!"

The Queen hissed again, softer this time, as Kwei took up a fighting stance and waited for the creature to take the first move. The only weapons he had left were his Ki cti-pa, which had been hidden in his wristband, and he intended to use them to kill this creature or die trying. They stood at a standstill, both staring at the other, before the Queen suddenly relaxed and sat, somehow staring at Kwei despite the fact that it had no eyes to speak of. The Yautja barked out a challenge, extending his wristblades and slashing the air in an attempt to get the creature to leap at him.

The Queen hissed again; backing up and opening her maw to show clearly the many sharp, silver teeth adorning her gums. Kwei advanced and slashed again, wondering why the creature hadn't attacked already, like any other of its species would have already done. He did not want to fight an enemy that wouldn't fight back, like the human from before. It would be dishonorable to do so.

"Dtai-k'de, ell-osde c'jit Kainde Amedha!" he growled angrily.

The creature snarled, and Kwei leapt back as it crouched. Suddenly, it was in the air, and the Yautja had to move quickly to avoid being pinned under its weight. Despite the fact that it was still a young Queen, the Kainde Amedha was roughly the size of a normal drone of its species. It was more than large enough to be lethal.

He slashed, hearing the creature screech in surprise. Kwei turned fluidly, his visor identifying the two shallow slashes in the leg armor of the beast before being slammed against a wall by its tail. He gasped, the breath temporarily knocked from him, and he suddenly realized that he wasn't recovered enough to possibly have a chance against the creature.

"Screetee scraa!" the Queen hissed softly, pressing the blade of her tail against his throat. Kwei snarled, bringing up his wristblades in a vicious slash that nearly took the tail off from the beast. She whipped it out of the way, seeming to glare at the Yautja indignantly before using one of her claws to pin his hand to the wall. The talons on her fingers dug into the plaster, chipping it and sending the fine dust down over the warrior's arm.

"Send me to my u'sl-kwe, Kainde Amedha," he said, looking at the creature with a mixture of respect and hatred. If only he could somehow take her as a trophy…

The Queen trilled, cocking her head in a cruel imitation of confusion. Kwei snarled struggling to reach his wristband so that he could set off the bomb. He knew that a Queen should not be loose on the planet, and that he must not fail to kill her, no matter what.

A chirp brought him out of his thoughts. The Queen was bringing her head down close, looking at him without eyes. He struggled uselessly, knowing that this was the end. She opened her mouth, her second maw twitching, and seemed to look him over carefully. How she did this Kwei had no idea, but he felt, at the very back of his mind, the tingling suspicion of a question being asked.

Pain exploded in his head, and Kwei roared before dropping to the floor, both of his arms miraculously released from the Queen's hold as he brought them to his skull, feeling as if his brain was being torn apart. He looked at his hands, but was surprised to find nothing there at all; there was no blood, just pain.

But now he could hear something. He looked up, growling at the Queen that had sat back, still looking at him and trilling endlessly in an annoying, constant sound. Beyond that, however, he felt a different sound. As if a faint voice was calling him.

(Why…)It whispered, (why? Why why why why why…..?)

"Why what?" Kwei muttered, opening his wristband.

(Why should I kill you?)

Kwei froze, looking up from what he was doing into the face of the young Queen. The creature chirped, the sound seeming to be more a laugh than a random noise, now, and stood. As the Yautja watched in astonishment, she calmly trotted over to the book and opened it once more. After a moment she snorted, and Kewi sensed a deep frustration bubbling in the back of his mind.

"Ell-osde…" he said, nearly wordless, "Ell-osde can speak?"

The Queen looked up, seeming surprised. She then shrugged, a remarkably human gesture, and curled her tail around her feet. Kwei was again reminded of a species on this world known as a cat, and wondered. Where had this Queen come from? Why hadn't it killed him? What had it done to him? What was it?

I cringed, the mysterious force that allowed me to understand thoughts from the creature biting into the deep wounds caused by my experiences at the slaughterhouse. What was I? I didn't know… They called me monster, freak. They called me perfect, and a Queen. They called me abomination. I was too many things to answer.

I took another moment to look at the creature, which was still standing blankly near the spot where I had slammed it into a wall. A soft growl escaped me; for I was angry with myself for letting my screaming instincts take over when it had slashed at me. I had not intended to fight, nor had I intended anything else. What I had planned was that the creature would wake and leave; that was all.

It gasped suddenly, falling to one knee. I stood quickly, surprised, and let a specialized pulse of sound wash over it. I should have known that it was in no condition to stay on its feet after what had happened. It had been in no condition to fight, and yet it had. I was still amazed that it wasn't already dead. It stiffened as I walked over, hands hovering over the metal device on its arm. I didn't know what it did, but I knew that the device was dangerous.

I won't harm you…

The creature growled, disbelieving, and I stopped at a reasonable distance from it. It was still struggling to rise from its kneeling position, breath coming fast as the burned muscles protested the recent actions they had been put through. This was a foolish creature, and proud, to refuse my help. It would end up killing itself in this way.

Let me help you, you fool! I growled commandingly, annoyed at this creature's behavior. What had I done to make it so wary of me? I had saved it from the humans, as it had saved me indirectly, but it showed no gratitude. I would be surprised if it even thought of me as intelligent, seeing as how it was shocked to find I could understand and 'speak' in my own way.

Not that I was relaying any words, no. I merely thought, and was understood. I had no language except that I had learned to understand of humans and felines.

"Keep away, Hard Meat," the creature snarled. I bristled; it had called me that many times now. Was the name what its species called my kind? Was that what we were, just meat for them? My anger grew as the possibility became more real by the passing seconds. I finally exploded, screeching and slamming a hand into the creature's skull just hard enough to knock it out.

It slumped over, and I dragged it back to the room I had given it. It would stay there and recover, even if I had to force it to remain long enough. Now that it wasn't forcing itself to move, I could hear the creature's body starting the long process of healing itself. The noise was miniscule, and at the very limits of my hearing, but was there.

Don't move, you idiot creature, I hissed at it, feeling the edges of its consciousness begin to rise into an alert state. It groaned and one hand twitched automatically. I was reminded of the wristband, and investigated it while the creature was still slightly out, seeing if I could perhaps remove it before it woke enough to try and stop me. Doing so would eliminate much of the trouble that might arise during the recovering time.

The release button was easy to find on the device, and I slipped it off just as the creature rose to complete wakefulness. It hissed; it's head rising instantly as it grabbed for me. I pulled away, the strange device held firmly in my jaws. The creature could deal with a bit of saliva if it wanted the mechanism back.

"Give it back!" the creature barked. I clicked and shook my head.

Lie still, creature, I hissed, You are still recovering from electrocution, and must not move. I will give the device back to you when you agree to stay long enough to heal.

"Stay here?" the creature actually trilled, much like I did when amused, "With a Hard Meat? I am no fool; you want me as a host for your young. That is the only reason you have not killed me yet… or perhaps I am already infested…"

A host? As the cat was for me? I shuddered in remembrance; I didn't want any creature to go through the pain that my host had in his final moments. The creature turned its head, looking at me. I wondered briefly what was under the mask before I growled and answered.

You're not infested, creature. I have no young, and I would gladly kill any I had to prevent another creature from dying the way my own host had when I emerged.

"Not a light statement, Hard Meat," the creature whispered.

Answer, creature, I said, lithely trotting over to stand near it's head, and your device is returned. I want no trouble; I wish only to live in peace.

"Stop calling me 'creature'."

What are you, then? I asked, leaning back on my haunches and tilting my head quizzically. This creature didn't say much, and didn't give much information. I hoped that this wasn't the beginning of something that would play out repeatedly in the days to come.

"I am a Yautja warrior," it hissed, "My name is Kwei."

Kwei? A strange name it was… but I was no creature to judge upon the names of others. I myself had no name, and all the names I had heard were human names, which were foolish and boring in themselves. And its species was Yautja… why was I known as a Hard Meat?

What am I? I asked it softly, the question bubbling up unbidden. It seemed to know of me, of my kind. If it had answers, I wanted them. I wanted to know if I was truly the monster in this world.

What am I?

Kwei didn't answer right away, for he was too surprised at the question. She didn't know what she was? He growled slightly, not knowing where to begin.

(Just think of my kind, and think loudly,) the Queen said, the longing in her voice surprising. Kwei did as he was asked, trying to keep his own opinions and training out of the thoughts. He showed her of the different stages of her kind, the basic structure, what she was…

He stopped suddenly, aware of the quiet keening sound coming from the Queen. She was sitting limply, head bowed in a gesture that Kwei was surprised to see. Why was she so saddened by the answers he had given her? In fact, the once strong creature looked defeated.

(I am a monster) she said quietly, (As the humans called me, so I am. I am no perfect creature, as the white coated human described me; I am the abomination.)

"Ell-osde are different," said Kwei, still amazed to find himself lying, injured, on the floor next to a Kainde Amedha that wasn't attacking. Yes, this creature was different from the others. She was a worthy beast.

She needed a name.

(A name?) Kwei growled; he hadn't realized that she was still listening to his thoughts. The Queen was not aware of the moral factors of her powers, it seemed, (I have no name… why do I need one?)

"Ell-osde are different," Kwei repeated. It was the only explanation he could come up with. He thought hard, wondering what the creature would want to be called. A hundred possibilities flashed through his mind, but then, he remembered…

"Screetee Scraa," he said softly, "It was the only sound that ell-osde made when I attacked."

"Screee," the Queen hissed aloud, "Screetee scraaaaaa."

(I am Screetee Scraa,) she murmured, musing, (and I am different…)

"Can I have the device back, now?" Kwei asked, snorting. Screetee shrugged, still looking at him eyelessly.

(Do you agree to heal?)

Kwei growled, thinking of the different possibilities of what might happen if her refused, and finally sighed.

"If I must."

GAHHH! (Bashes editor) Why won't it let me put in the little arrow-thingys for Screetee's thoughts? WHYY!