A/N: This fic is a collaborative effort between Drakonlily (who shall write the POV of the Xenomorph) and Solain Rhyo (who shall write the POV of the Predator). We hope you enjoy this!

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Oh, you know me. Petulant creature, you know me. Call me a monster, insolent cur, I know you too. You may have thought that you have won my war. But this, my pet, is not your war to win. It is mine.

Take comfort in my imprisonment. Laugh at it; extol yourselves as the greatest of all the hunters. Hunters fight to win and to kill, that is something you have all forgotten. You fought me to humiliation. You can keep my body here; use my children for your toys. Spawn can be remade, birthed by the legion. I am a queen.

I can wait, bide my time, I've lived longer then you for all your violent tempers and crude mechanical weaponry. I am royal, regal and as such I know that like all simple creatures, you allow pests to enter your home. Using another creature as a tool can only come back to harm you. Even now, they rumble overhead. I have hopes that when you realize you let your own prey run amuck in your castle you feel a bit of the insult and humiliation that I have for the past thousand years.

Soon you will be here. At long last I will make myself free and we will continue my war…

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You're down there, somewhere. Restrained, imprisoned, I know you've just been awakened by the coming of the pyode amedha. It won't be long until your eggs come forth, products of your rage at being held for so long and used in such a manner. It matters naught to me, or any of my kind; you are a tool, and from you stem prey greater than any the yautja have ever encountered in all the vastness of the stars.

It is of course the kainde amedha –your offspring- that has brought us here.

There are five of us on this kainde amedha chiva, on this test that will take from us the constraints of youth and bestow upon us the grandeur, the honor that comes with the absolute kill of kills. We stand now at the entrance to the tunnel our ship in orbit has created. Standing foremost among us is Gkyaun; though he has indicated nothing we all know he is silently elated, for he has just cast one of the pyode amedha to certain death –the creature's fragile bones and weak flesh cannot, I think, withstand the long descent to the bottom of the steep ice passage. It is a pale victory, I think with derision, in comparison to what we have truly come for; I am not alone in thinking this, for from where he stands at my right Etah'de says quietly, maliciously, "S-yuit-de ooman."

Gkyaun does not hear him, but another of our group, Uk'leit'a, does. "Kid'te," he growls, his meaning clear. There has been bickering amongst us ever since we landed on this frozen continent, and even I tire of it. Etah'de turns and stalks past Gkyaun, carefully stepping into the tunnel and beginning his descent. Da'ec'te, the last of our group, ever silent, ever watchful, follows after a moment, slapping Gkyaun hard on the shoulder as he passes – a gesture of respect. There are three of us now together, and we three are familiar with each other from times long past. I am Skemte, and along with Uk'leit'a and Gkyaun I have trained together for many the passing of a sun onboard the Ne'dtesei; the other two of our number joined us only for the occasion of this hunt.

With a swift backward glance in our direction Gkyaun begins his descent; I catch a glimpse of myself briefly in the reflective visor of his stylized faceplate that is distinctively different from most our own. That is the essence of Gkyaun –he is exuberant, at times obnoxious; I will admit to knowing him well, but I will not admit to thinking much of him. After a moment Uk'leit'a follows, naginata held tight in one hand; of all yautja I now accompany, I like Uk'leit'a best. It is another second before I deign to follow; taking the first steps into the tunnel of ice I feel the weight of the dual pyode amedha skulls where I have mounted them high on my back, and I feel a rush of great pride and expectation.

You are down there, queen. And though you like it not, you provide us with the methods of attaining greater status and greater glory.

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Sol's Notes: The names of the five Predators (and their ship) I've taken from the AvP novels. Two of them I've made up, but three of them are from the movie, and I'll list their movie personas (along with translations of the yautja words I've used) below:

Gkyaun – Celtic

Uk'leit'a – Scar

Skemte - Chopper

Kainde Amedha Chiva – Hard Meat Trial

S-yuit-de ooman – pathetic human

Kid'te – Enough

Naginata - spear

I feel sorry for the Chopper character, for he was the first to die in the movie and the most hated (so I've gathered) of the three; hence I've chosen him as my predator alter ego.

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