Chapter 2: Acid Spitter

Mac-11: Here's second chapter. Enjoy.

Jason carried some more boxes that contained stuff the scientists would use to camp. After a while of setting things up finally a dropship landed with the scientists and some civilian news crew. "CNN," said Richard as he watched the news crew set up a camera. A certain familiar girl walked out with them holding a microphone. They thought they had saw her before, but they couldn't remember where.

She walked in front of the camera. The guy turned it on and she said some facts about the marines and the scientist. Then when she was done the guy turned it off.

Meanwhile off somewhere in the jungle the five cloaked figures kept leaping from tree to tree. The leader was in front when he picked up something on his thermal vision. An alien ran buy. It was already hit some bullets and was wounded, but it was strange. It was a class of alien that none of them had ever seen before. It wasn't a praetorian, a runner, a drone, or even a predalien. It was completely new. The alien looked like a drone with a crested head and some extra cords that were attached to its neck.

The leader let it run because it was wounded, but he was still curious. They went on until they found another unique alien. This one wasn't wounded and it could be a worthy fight. The leader pulled out his spear and jumped to the ground to make sure it saw him. He noticed it was also slightly larger than a drone, but no matter. The alien instead of pouncing on him made a hissing sound that came from the extra cords in its neck. They had all memorized what the sound meant. It spit out acid at him and knocked him back. The acid didn't get through his armor though.

The lead hunter pulled out his favorite weapon, which was a plasma gun in his wrist gauntlet. He fired and destroyed the alien. "What the hell was that?" asked the only girl hunter in his clan. Just then more aliens heard the fight and ran to their position. "Finally a worthy fight," said one of the clans most skilled hunters.

Meanwhile the marines had just finished setting up the base and now it was time to start a patrol around the base. Jason, Sean, and Richard volunteered. They went walking in a circle half a mile around the base. The three marines began talking about how there wives/girlfriends were, their guns, and several other things when suddenly Sean grabbed Jason by the collar and pulled him back to prevent him from taking another step. Jason looked down where he was about to step and saw a puddle of acid blood. It was actually a trail.

They followed the trail to find a unique alien. It looked like a drone, but it had a crested head, it was slightly larger, and had more organic cords attached to it neck than normal drones. The cords however were shredded. "What the hell is it?" asked Richard. "A super alien," suggested Jason. "Should we take it back to the base?" said Sean. "I sure as hell don't want to carry it," said Jason. "Let's take it back to base and maybe the scientists can figure something out," said Sean. They couldn't argue because Sean surpassed them in rank so they each grabbed a limb and lifted it off the ground.

Just then they all heard a low rapid clicking sound. They all recognized it as the sound a Predator's mandibles make when it is on a hunt. They immediately dropped all their weapons to show they didn't want to fight. A large cloaked figure came out of hiding after their weapons hit the ground. It was a Predator alright. "They're here too," said Richard. The Predator decloaked and showed himself as Merc'rk. "Merc?" said Sean. "Hello guys," greeted the Predator. Sean and him shook hands. It had been quite a while since they'd seen eachother. "Clan, you can reveal yourselves," ordered the clan leader. It looked like he was just randomly saying it out, but then four other figures appeared.

They remembered the whole gang. Shou'nk jumped out of a tree and landed right next to Jason to give him a handshake. Shou'nk was the newest and youngest of his clan, but he was skilled and showed potential. Essra just jumped down and landed next to her leader. Essra was the only female among them, but was the smartest of the clan and possessed the most stealth. Reco'de jumped out of a tree and asked Richard if he had some coffee. Reco'de was a skilled warrior with an attitude. Richard answered "No, sorry." Truth was he had lots of coffee, but he remembered what it did to the Yautja. Netak didn't even jump down. He was on the look out. Netak was a very skilled warrior, but ever since he lost his clan he thought of friends as a weakness and became a loner.

Sean and Merc'rk gave eachother the usual greetings. "So is this a hunt?" asked Sean. "Yes, and I came back here because I forgot to take the head," replied the clan leader and pointing at the dead alien they were about to carry back to the base. "Oh, then you can take it," said Sean. They'd killed it in the first place so they had every right to take it. "Well, now our net sacks are full so we must carry our load back to the ship," said Merc'rk. "It was nice to see you again," said Sean before the clan cloaked and left.

They now had a headless alien body to bring back, but it was all they could get. They gave it to the scientists who thanked them and began studying the body. Sean, Jason, and Richard were wondering what it was. They were playing with a deck of cards to pass the time when a scientist walked out. "So what is it?" asked Sean. "It's a completely new alien class and it has some amazing abilities," answered the man. "What can it do?" asked Richard. "Well, its whole body is made for one simple function and we put the function in its name," he replied. "We're going to call it the 'Acid Spitter'."

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