A/N: Alright, this chapter begins as a scientific journal by the Predators. The whole 'Giaf 67' thing is just something I threw in for their type of timing (i.e. ours is May, June, 05, 06, etc.).

Chapter 6

16 years later

Giaf 67, 3008

Hybrid log

Project Hybrid has been fairly successful; we have been trying multiple new ways to make the hybrids more advanced, such as simply growing the child in an artificial environment, making the zygote outside of the uterus and then implant it; take the child out partway through the pregnancy to mature outside the rest of the time. The other is to have a male human fertilize one of our females. The last way has yet to be done because it is seen that it would taint the woman; we are moving to have this at least tried. Many of the human women captured are not strong enough to bear the drugs or mental burden of carrying a hybrid. They miscarry easily or lose their minds. It has been documented that younger females breed better.

Out of our successful Hybrids, Reza is by far the strongest. At age 16 she is stronger than most full-grown warriors. Her fingers are decorated with the white bone of her prey's joints. Not only is she an amazing fighter, but also is immediately perfect at anything she tries her hand to. She has mastered surgery, and with her small precise fingers and light touch, she is the best. Through practice alone she has taught herself and mastered hundreds of different weapons. When she was in her mother's womb we believe she was exposed to some sort of radiation that activated more of her DNA than normal beings, giving her many extraordinary powers. She has extremely advanced psychic powers that allow her to communicate mentally and move objects with her mind.

Outwardly, she's not much. She's five foot nine inches and willowy, but possesses a Predators incredible strength. Her hair is a most interesting phenomenon; it's a perfect blend of human and Predator hair. The main part of her hair is the fine, fibrous hair of the humans, while a few thin tentacles are mixed in. The mass of it hangs halfway down her back. Her eyes are a bright green and her skin is a smooth, light tan. Her blood is the same phosphorescent green as ours, but through testing we were able to make it more acidic than the Xenomorphs and have it clot wounds faster. Her wristblades are bonded to her molecularly and, like in ever other Predator, they are retractable. When retracted, they come together and slide down in-between her two lower arm bones until they are needed again. This method of retracting allows her to conceal her wristblades from humans, allowing her to effectively move amongst them, unnoticed.

Military Compound

Colony 49

"Jason Peltew! I don't know why I married you!" A woman who looked to be in her early forties scolded her husband, who was looking at her, his mouth full of cookie dough and another lump of it ready to go in.

"Everyone is allowed one mistake mom," Joseph Peltew told his mother as he patted her on the back. "You just happened to make a really big one."

"I'll have you know that I am still a higher rank than you son," Jason informed him, narrowing an eye at him. "I am a General, you are still a colonel."

"Yeah, I know--" Joseph began to say something when his mother interrupted.

"What did I say about pulling rank in my house?" She demanded. "You can only do that if you take into account my rank…Ultimate Supreme Ruler. I win. Shut up."

"I love you Destiny," General Peltew told his wife, dragging her close so he could kiss her.

"It's not going to work Jason," Destiny informed him sternly. The sound of the phone ringing broke the playful mood and Jason picked up the receiver.

"General Peltew," he stated, waiting for the person on the other end to respond. "I see. We'll be there in about five minutes." He hung up and the relaxed father and husband was gone; the serious and stern face of a general replaced it. "Joseph, they want you as well. Let's go." Destiny watched them leave as she thought back to when her husband had been a mere lieutenant and she had been a field nurse. Life had been so much different.

After quickly pulling on their uniforms, the two similar looking men walked through the military base at a brisk pace, not speaking their minds on what lay ahead. All of the buildings around them were boxlike and made out of concrete; each one looked the same as the next. Only the military personal actually knew which ones were which without having to check a map. They passed by men and women practicing drills, guarding the gates and walls, and lounging about on break. As soon as they entered the building they had been called to the whole atmosphere changed. The air itself was thick with tension, and both men drew themselves up even straighter. Opening the door to the room where they were needed, they found a small group of military personnel.

"General, we have some bad news," a Lieutenant General informed him nervously.

"What is it?" The general sat down at the head of the table and a folder was placed in front of him.

"It's about the recent upward trend in Predator attacks," the younger man nervously told him, indicating the folder. Deducing that what he needed to know was in the flier, Peltew flipped it open and began to quickly scan the information. Whole colonies destroyed, but there had been no warning. None of the alarms had gone off. It seemed like the Predators had found a way around their technology and defense. But how? How was it possible? There were no survivors from any of the attacks and all of the surveillance tapes had been turned off. What was going on?

"Has anyone come up with any ideas on how they are doing this? Have any measures been taken to stop it?" Peltew looked around the room and no one had to tell him the answer because he could see it in their eyes.

"Sir, I think we need to come up with a way to exterminate them all at once so they can't come back," Colonel Peltew spoke up.

"How do you plan to do that?" His father looked at him, a bone deep weariness in his eyes. "We have tried before and it didn't work."

"Predators are not immortal. This we know for a fact, and some of us have killed one ourselves or seen one die. Each and every living thing has a weakness; we just have to find this weakness and exploit it. One of the few things we know is that, like aliens, these creatures are susceptible to very strong and unknown poisons. If we create a new poison, one with devastating effects, we can kill them off." The colonel seemed very sure of himself as he spoke; he made sure to make eye contact with all the men and kept up a professional appearance.

"What would you do with this poison?" one of the lieutenant generals spoke up.

"All you need to do is find the general vicinity in which one of the clans rests and gas them dead." The room remained quiet for a while pondering this solution. Was it possible that something so simple could work?

"What would the effect be on the environment?" demanded one of the others in the room. "Wouldn't it hurt the other animals and plant life?"

"Well, that's the only kink; the poison would have to be biodegradable and have little effect on the surrounding life yet still be strong enough to kill the Predators." Peltew conceded the point.

"If you can get a poison that will kill the Predators and do little harm to the surrounding life, you can go ahead with this plan." General Peltew nodded to his son, not letting the pride he was feeling show. "But you have to be able to show that it will not harm anything else."

"Yes sir." Colonel Peltew barely kept his excitement at bay.

"While Colonel Peltew works on this project, keep your mind open for any other ideas to stop the Predators." The general gave everyone in the room a look before letting them go. "Dismissed."

Elsewhere

"Damn it, Spaz!" A tall black haired girl bellowed at a shorter white haired girl who was wielding two sai.

"Kiss my ass," the shorter one responded. "It's your own fault for saying that."

"Even if it's true?" The taller one grabbed a combistick as she advanced on the other.

"You don't get points for being honest." Spaz twirled her weapons expertly as she stated this. "Plus, you need to start respecting others. Even though you're the perfect one, it doesn't mean that you can't get pounded into the dust every now and then."

"By who? You?" Green eyes flashed a warning as the darker one scoffed at her fighting partner.

"I've done it before." The light one kept her tone sweet as she reminded the other of their few shortcomings.

"By sheer accident."

"Prove it Reza."

The two girls ran at each other, weapons flailing, ricocheting of each other. Their hair twirled around them as the ducked and dipped and twirled and spun to avoid each other's attacks. They fought with inhuman ferocity, a deadly intent in their eyes. The dark girl finally gained the upper hand when the light one slipped, allowing her time to pounce, pinning the light girl's arms above her head, her weapons flung across the room. Holding her combistick to the light girl's throat, the dark girl grinned at her, her face just centimeters from the light girl. Both girls breathed heavily, recuperating after their strenuous exercises. The light girl grinned and began to get up; the dark girl shoved her back down roughly, straddling her, keeping her eyes locked on the light girl.

"You may be the 'Heaven Sent', the 'Ray of light', but I know who you are, deep down inside. I know who you are, Inara."

The Reza smiled and kisses Inara deeply, threw down her combistick, and left the room. Inara lay on the floor, panting, not from exhaustion, but from passion.