The marine walked off the ships ramp and headed to the large open doors. Alright marines lets clean this place out. He waited for most of the large force of marines to enter before he followed. As he was about to move into the dimly lit corridors the co-pilot ran up to him.
"We have satellite images of the Xenomorphs heading away from this facility. The commanders have been given permission to wipe out their nest. There are also images of a heat source a few miles north of here. The higher up believe it to be a predator ship. We have been ordered to fly a battalion of soldiers over there so you'll have a thirty minute window where we won't be here."
The officer nodded his head and continued walking into the complex. The co-pilot ran back his ship and the roar of it taking off filled the entire valley. The officer turned down the first hallway and saw the blood and carnage from the fight before.
"Sir we have a survivor," one marine said. He was standing over the body of a large predator with heavy armor on. The predator's chest was rising and falling slowly. The officer walked over and knelt down to study the creature. He reached out and pulled the clasps from the side of its mask and lifted it away. Some marines backed away at the sight of it but most just looked sick or scared. The officer stood up and looked around.
"Ok people, let's get this hall cleaned up and find the medical center on this floor. We have a guest that needs tending to." A few marines started moving the bodies they could. They mostly left the Xenomorph bodies lying where they were because they didn't want to touch the acid. Suddenly the officer's head set rang out with the voice of the leader of the special ops team that came with them.
"We found your med lab. Looks like the Xenos just passed this place by. Were going to use the room across from it as a temporary communications area until we get to the lower levels."
The officer signaled to his men and they moved off down the hall with the wounded predator on a make shift stretcher. The officer kept the mask as a personal trophy.
The predator woke to find herself in a strange room. She figured she was still in the human complex. She blinked away the images that flooded her mind of the other hunters fighting and losing against the Xenomorphs. She had been sent falling when the young blood predator had been thrown at them. Her head had smacked the wall hard and knocked her out. She figured the Xenomorphs had ignored her because the thrown predator had fallen on top of her and hid most of her body. She groaned and looked around her to find two humans pointing their weapons straight at her head. She ignored them and looked down at her body. Most of her armor had been removed. The only weapons she had been left with were her wrist blades and the energy flechette with it. The humans had strapped her down to a long table. One human walked up to her and started speaking. The predator understood every word because she had, as a child been fascinated with the human race so much she studied every thing she could about them.
What are we going to do with it sir he said. Another human standing off to the side with her mask in his hands answered.
When the ship gets back were going to take it back to the base for our scientists to study. Suddenly there came the sound of shooting from outside. The two marines in the room aimed their guns as something hit the door. The door burst in under the weight of a marine's body as it was used as a battering ram. Holding the dead marine was a cut up and bloody predator. The marines opened fire on the predator without a second thought. The predator used the marine he was holding to shield himself but the armor piercing rounds went through the marine and hit the predator. With a loud cry of pain the predator hurled the marine at one of the marines shooting at him and charged the officer with his wrist blades. The officer tossed his pulse rifle away and pulled out his shot gun. As he fired the first round the predator reached him. The wrist blades went into the officer's chest and out the other end as the two fell to the ground at the end of the medical bed the female was on. The predator as he fell aimed his other hand across his chest towards the marine that was still standing and fired of a quick burst of energy from his flechette. The bust caught the marine in the chest and continued upward as he fell. The female had been using this distraction to free herself from the straps. As she got up the marine that had been knocked down was getting up and bringing his rifle to point towards her. With a quick lunge she was at him and had him impaled on her wrist blades. The female dropped the dead marine and moved over to the predator that had burst into the room. He was still lying on the floor with the officer underneath him. She grabbed her mask from the table where the officer had set it and switched through her vision modes. The predator's heart was no longer beating and neither was that of the officer. The female threw back her head in a quick cry of rage and sorrow. She heard the sound of footsteps down the hall and quickly cloaked and jumped up into a service shaft out of the room.
As the Special Forces burst into the room they quickly set themselves up to cover the area. "Scanners show no sign of movement sir" said one.
The leader stepped into the room a looked around. "Looks like the predator the marines had escaped."
"How do you know sir" asked one marine coming into the room.
"The pred that did the officer in was one that came into the room from this door. The pred they had was supposedly unconscious and strapped down on the table." The SF and marines started splitting up into groups to hunt down the pred.
The SF leader got a make shift ladder going up to the service shaft. He moved up carefully and looked around. Alright I want three of you to come with me. The rest of you get topside and cover that exit. I don't want this thing getting out of here alive. The leader moved down the shaft with his flash light guiding him along.