Jump Chain 14 - Smallville
Part 9
Lux. Smallville Verse.
Her body was perfect. This wasn't a new observation of mine I'd made note before of how she seemed to be too sexy to be real. Yet here she was, real and all mine. Karen Starr, aka Power Girl, formally known as Galatea, the clone of the Kryptonian called Supergirl.
My eyes travelled past her slender shoulders, to her large impossible breasts. Her breasts were round, large, and very firm, with erect nipples. The size of them was massive and they defied gravity with how perky they were. They were beyond anything that was possible for any human woman.
Before long my gaze continued to travel down to her taut stomach. Then I spent a while just checking out her bare, wet pussy, which by itself could be considered a work of art. Upon request, she turned around and bent over before the bed so I could visually inspect the results of my work.
"So I'm still the same right?" she asked me.
Not that long ago she'd gotten out of the lab that I'd been using to fix the flaws in her genes that Doctor Hamilton had been unable to deal with since his science was far less advanced than mine.
"Yes I was able to fix the flaws without any negative side-effects," I told her, having to look away as she'd not stopped bending over yet and her butt made it impossible to focus "You can look forward to a long and healthy life. In fact, as long as you keep yourself supplied with plenty of yellow sun radiation, you're effectively immortal, well as long no one kills you and you don't get exposed to a lot of Kryptonite or magic".
The shield I'd supplied her with didn't work if the glowing rock was in physical contact with her body, and an intense amount of the radiation could even overwhelm the shield, or the shield could be damaged. As for magic well the bracers I'd made her would help with that, but no defence was ever perfect.
"So do you want to inspect me some more?" Power Girl wondered "You might need to check that all of me is in working order".
I got the hint and once she was standing in front of me I began with the important boob inspection.
"Hard as it is to believe these are real breasts," I said.
Power Girl may have smiled or frowned up hearing that. I didn't know as I wouldn't be looking at her face any time soon.
"Yes, Master, they're very real," Karen said, sounding amused by my reaction to her boobies, and not for the first time "Grab them, squeeze them, they're fun to play with"
I squeezed her large and impressive breasts, and Karen's head leaned back. I played with her breasts, kneading the flesh, pulling on her nipples and sucking on them.
"Don't worry they're not going anywhere" Power Girl promised me.
When we moved into the bedroom, which contained aside from the bed, a set of drawers, and a wardrobe, quite a lot of bondage equipment. I'd introduce the cloned alien to these toys once she was a bit more used to my perverted nature.
"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" I asked her "I don't do it often".
She laid down on the bed and opened her legs. She'd been naked for a while now, having not even mentioned wanting to get dressed, but I still couldn't stop admiring the view.
"Master please" Karen pleaded.
I gave her fuck hole several slow licks to really get her going.
"Fuck," Karen whimpered
As I licked and sucked on her clit as best as I could, she pushed her hips up towards my face and trapped my head with her thighs. They could crush my skull like an egg if not for my magical toughness.
I shoved my tongue deep into her cunt and used my powers to make her feel pleasure so intense that it went beyond anything normal sex could provide. At this point, Karen screamed out in pure ecstasy, and her hips lifted up into the air.
"Master!" she screamed out in orgasm.
When I pulled back, Karen spread her legs as much as she could as if offering me her pussy to do with as I pleased. Which I was sure was the case. I'd earned her undying loyalty as I had with my other women. I tended to have my harem be somewhat relaxed in how they displayed their devotion as I had no use for sycophants. I needed people who would follow orders while showing initiative and even be able to question my choices. But right now Karen could have done none of that. She was all lust. But this would pass.
"I need you now," she pleaded. "Fuck me".
Before long I obliged her, and once undressed I slid my eager cock into her tight and welcoming wet pussy. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her warm tightness envelope my dick. I pumped my cock in and out of her. Her warm inner walls hugged me in the most amazing manner. She had muscles inside her cunt that even Faith didn't have. Kryptonian pussies were so tight and powerful I knew this and liked it.
As I slowly slid in and out of her wet pussy, I felt the warmth squeeze me. I suspect that she'd been able to think enough to get the idea that she could have trapped my cock inside her pussy. But one look at her face let me know that there was nothing going on her head right now. She was in a primal state and needed to be fucked, for her there was nothing else.
I began to hammer into her with great power, I'd fucked many women during my long life and I knew to ensure that this would lead to satisfying sex for the both of us even with her pussy trying to milk the cum out of me. Lucky for Karen, I knew how to focus on a woman's enjoyment during sex and I could induce pleasure in ways that no mortal man could hope to match.
The fact that her pussy, a body part that could crush almost anything, was being pounded so expertly, must be an intense experience for the cloned babe, while using my powers only made it all the more intense for her.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Karen said, her first words for a while "Oh fuck I'm cumming!".
Karen orgasmed for the second time, she was loud, and once she was done I focused on pleasing myself so that before long I ejaculated a lot of my seed into what felt like a very grateful cunt.
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Lux. Smallville Verse.
"Whose Black Canary?" I was asked.
I turned away from the monitors to face Samantha Carter who I'd instructed to return to Earth as I wanted to give her an upgrade. She was strapped into something not unlike a dentists chair and she had quite a few sensors monitoring her vitals.
Given the number of surgical tools around her, Sam could be forgiven for freaking out, but she remained calm. She trusted me and she understood that while I wouldn't do anything to harm her she was mine to do with as I pleased. It had been so for many years.
"She's a metahuman who can make a devastating scream as a form of attack" I explained "with it, she is able to damage and stun foes, or break objects, to the point that she can even shatter metal. She possesses an incredible degree of control over her vocal cords, and now that I've figured out how that all works I want to give you her power".
Sam was understandably surprised by this news.
"You're giving me a superpower?" she questioned.
She'd never craved that kind of power. Sam thirsted for knowledge, and that could give her power, but in her heart, she was an explorer, a scientist rather than a fighter. Although if she needed to fight she could kick ass with the best of them.
"Think of as an inbuilt weapon," I said to Samantha "One that anyone who captures you will never even think to look for".
I could tell that the former airforce officer was thinking about the dangers we'd faced before, and how the stuff we could end up facing in the future would be much greater.
"How safe is this?" I was asked.
I didn't try to sugar coat it.
"Well you can't die while on Jump Chain, so if it really goes wrong you'll respawn" I reminded Sam "and if you mutate out of control I'll just transfer your mind into a clone body. But I wouldn't worry about that as I've been studying the science of genetic engineering for a long time. I'm very careful and I take lots of precautions".
Which of course she already knew, it was just that she needed a little reassurance before I altered one of her organs so that it could be used as a weapon.
"I've also got some memories from Black Canary's training and of her using her powers to help you master them more quickly," I let Sam know "I convinced the Justice League of the world with no men to give training to my companions so Black Canary can help you control the scream".
The training was part of the deal, and I'd been able to convince the superheroine to let me take a DNA sample as well as some scans during my last visit to that world in exchange for some stress relief. For reasons of her own she'd wanted to watch me work out in the Watchtowers gym before we had sex. Maybe it was a fetish of some kind, that or she just missed getting to look at male muscles.
I'd chosen Sam for this upgrade as until now she'd not been altered much. I'd 'evolved' her in minor ways and while she could be considered superhuman in some respects she hadn't changed that much physically from the woman she'd once been. At least not when compared to some of my companions.
"Alright," said Sam "How long will this take?".
Before answering that I explained that I'd be replacing her existing voice box with a cloned organ that I'd already modified on a cellular level. So the only thing I needed to do was take out her current voice box and then replace it with the new one. Which wasn't as simple as it sounded, nor was it complex as it could be as I'd have an EMH perform the surgery while I monitored everything.
"A few hours at most," I told the woman "And if you don't want to live with the alternation for whatever reason we can swap the organs around".
I switched on the EMH and instructed him to begin. He sedated Sam and the chair morphed in a high tech surgical table. As the hologram worked I monitored his work and add the data to the research that I was doing for the creation of my ultimate form.
While I had no intention of giving that body a super scream power I might want to give that form other enhanced organs and I wanted to make sure that the EMH who perform the operations on that body could perform them. Hence why I would not be aiding the hologram with this surgery unless something went wrong.
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Woods. Smallville Verse.
"This is exactly like in my vision," Morgana told me as we looked up at the gruesome sight before us "if I'm right then this is just the beginning".
Upon returning from the no men DCAU, I'd dropped Samantha off there for some training after a successful organ replacement which gave her a scream attack like that used by Black Canary, I'd been asked by Morgana to come to check something out here in Smallville. Something that was very worrying.
I'd seen this before, this person, I couldn't even tell if the remains were male or female, had been killed by a Yautja hunter, more commonly known as Predators, I'd run into some in the Halloween Verse, but they had been the creation of the Halloween Spell, this was different.
"She did warn us that this Jump would be different," I said to the Seer, who unlike me had seen this horror in her dream last night, "I think this could be some sort of crossover".
Normally in Jumps elements from different universes didn't mix together even with my ability to travel to different dimensions. I'd travelled to many different versions of the Stargate verse, but none of them had been crossovers with other settings. This was why I'd gone to the trouble of finding the Halloween Universe that was part of the BTVS multiverse as it got around the limits that Jump Chain placed on having different settings mixed together because the Halloween Spell created them.
The fact that there was a Predator here hunting people was against those rules it seemed, however, Jump Chan had warned me that the DC multiverse would be different, either due to its own nature, or because she was allowing elements of different settings to mix.
I'd already known about this to some extent having travelled to a dimension already occupied by a fellow Jumper. I didn't intend to interfere with that Jumper's life as I wouldn't like it if a Jumper came and bothered me while I was trying to do important stuff. While I had been tempted to stop by and see if I could offer aid, I was concerned that the patron of that Jumper might consider this against the rules and punish his or her Jumper, or my patron might punish me.
This situation was different. Jump Chan might have allowed this to happen. She might have even arranged it.
"Hey, don't blame me," someone said.
I turned to see Jump Chan, who had taken the form of a forest ranger by the looks of things. I always knew her no matter her appearance as we had some sort of connection.
"So this isn't your work?" I asked.
Morgana was wise enough to stay out this conversation.
"No" Jump Chan informed me "The Yautja came here on his own, where he is from his people have discovered a way to travel the multiverse, and they have access to information on human fiction so they know some of what can be found out there".
Which meant that they knew about the metahumans here, those that had powers given them to the meteor rock. Most of them here were teenagers, which could mean that children were more susceptible to the effects of meteor rocks, and this made a certain amount of sense given that the human body already goes through a number of changes during puberty.
In many cases, the circumstances of the meteor exposure appear to influence the types of powers developed. For example, Sean Kelvin who nearly froze to death in a meteor-filled frozen lake, became a sort of body-heat vampire, Tyler Randall came back from the dead due to meteor exposure and developed a touch of death, Sarah Conroy was asleep when exposed and developed dream-walking powers.
"So this person was a meteor freak?" I asked.
I couldn't tell without doing a DNA scan and I didn't want to disturb the body unless I had to. I didn't want the cops knowing that someone had messed with the body after it had been strung up and skinned. Plus I didn't want to touch the body unless I really had to, it looked very icky.
"No, this guy was a farmer who happened to be holding his shotgun at the wrong place and time" Jump Chan let me know "His dog got it worse".
Normally a Predator wouldn't go after a human, not unless they were armed. The Yautja have a Code of Honor that it expects all members of his species to adhere to on pain of not being seen as a "true Yautja" and therefore subject to being destroyed. Therefore the behaviour of most Yautja is moulded around that code, being ruthless but honourable, with the exception of Bad Bloods. They were hated criminals in their culture.
"They have a habit of working their way up the food chain" Jump Chain commented.
She was correct. This hunter would seek out more and more dangerous prey. Which here meant the meteor freaks and then Clark. If the Predator was getting his information from Earth fiction he would know about Kara too, but he would think that she was around at this point in the timeline.
"I'd get out of here if I was you" my patron advised, "The cops on their way, and by the end of the day this field will be crawling with agents from a lot of groups".
The FBI would show up I felt certain of that. This seemed like a case for Mulder and Scully, or whatever counterparts they had in this reality. Plus if aliens were involved that would bring out those who worked off the book organisations that shouldn't exist at all, yet they did.
Acting fast I scanned the area with my Omni-tool and took a blood sample despite not really needing one due to old habits, this wasn't hard to do as the scene was covered in blood. Cortana found something of note, it seemed to be a U-shaped projectile with a weighted tail and two serrated prongs that pointed forward.
I'd seen one before on Halloween Earth, a trader had exchanged one with me. They are made from an unknown metal that was incredibly lightweight yet able to cut like hardened steel despite not having any iron in them. The projectiles, they were fired from some sort of weapon, were designed to do a lot of damage to flesh, and it would be very unwise to pull one out of you.
Given the angle that the projectile had hit the tree, the Predator must have been up in one of the taller trees and had fired down at the farmer, who must have come out to this wooded area because of the dog that Jump Chan had mentioned. The canine could have picked up the alien's scent and come down here with the farmer who may have assumed that someone was harassing his livestock. There was nothing else out here to explain why a lone man and his dog would come this far from the open fields.
"Clark Kent is a Superman surely one of these hunters can't harm him," Morgana asked, once Jump Chan had gone and we were leaving the scene "He's invulnerable".
Normally this would be the case, but this was early season 1.
"Let's get back to the castle" I decided.
Since this would be better discussed at the castle I opened a portal for us both to step through that appeared within the magical protections of the castle, so that we were hidden while we talked.
"If this was a few years in the future I'd agree with you," I said to Morgana as we headed to my study "But Clark hasn't matured yet, he's not invulnerable yet, there's an episode in season 1 when while under someone else's control Lex Luthor shoots Clark and the bullets leave bruises".
That didn't sound so bad. Only there was a reason to be concerned.
"Yautja use advanced plasma weapons that can do far more damage than mere bullets" I explained to Morgan, who despite having grown up in a medieval setting knew enough about technology to know how dangerous plasma weapons were "and the metals they use in their weapons are far tougher than stuff Clark normally has to deal with. This Yautja might be able to kill Clark".
I felt sure that the Predator knew this as well. Normally a Yautja would be no threat to a version of Superman that had his powers, not unless it had something to even the playing field with, but this Clark Kent was not the man he would one day become. Plus he would not use lethal force and the Predator would.
"So what are you going to do?" Morgana asked me.
That was a very good question.
"I can't let Clark die, he's too important to the future" I answered, "and he won't kill the Predator, he's too compassionate, so even if he defeated the hunter the creature would likely blow himself up along with Smallville".
That I also couldn't allow as this town contained the castle and like the young Superman, it had a role to play in the future of this world.
"I'll have to deal with the Predator myself," I said to the Seer "If it's going after Clark then keeping an eye on him might be a good start".
While I didn't think that the Yautja would go right after Clark I had no clue which Meteor freaks the Predator would hunt as there could be hundreds of them in the area. Smallville had a population in the tens of thousands so even if like only 1% of the population had become metahumans of some kind that could still add up to hundreds of people many of whom might not even know that they had some sort of power.
Not all of them who did have powers they could control ever used them. There was a guy somewhere in the wood with mind control powers that had been hiding out for a decade, keeping his distance from people so as avoid harming anyone with his gift. I felt that he wasn't the only one.
These people could be valid targets for a Predator even if they weren't armed because of them having superhuman powers of some sort, and if the alien hunter could detect them somehow he might kill them despite them being unable to provide sport simply because of their mutations.
Then there were the other valid targets. The cops, any farmer with a shotgun, Lex Luthor's security force, any armed government type who'd be around looking into the gruesome death. Also Kara, the local version of Supergirl could become a target.
"I don't think waiting is a good course of action," Morgana said to me "We don't want this town getting too much attention. You need to take out this hunter before the bodies start to pile up. My vision tells me that this Predator is a great danger".
That wasn't impossible. Yautja cloaking tech wasn't perfect and I had Ancient sensors. Plus my future seeing companion was right. The lives of the local townspeople might not concern me, but it would be harder for me to operate around here if the government began focusing a lot of attention in these parts.
"Jump Chan hinted that was only one of them," I said to the sorceress "and that suggests that the Predator was either dropped off here or came in a small ship".
Still, it would be best to make sure that there weren't more of them out. There could be a whole clan in a cloaked ship up in orbit.
"Keep everyone in the castle" I ordered Morgana "I'm going up to the Thunderchild to get a better of an idea of what we are up against".
I got the feeling that I would need to move quickly.
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High School. Smallville Verse.
"Hey, Clark did you hear about Mr Brown?" Pete Ross asked his best friend.
Mr Brown, or Farmer Brown as he was more well known, had died only last night but the Smallville rumour mill moved impressively fast considering the slower pace of life the locals tended to have. Already news of the man's death had reached the ears of the students.
"Yeah, I heard someone say he might have been murdered" the alien boy replied.
That bit of news worried Clark as it might mean that someone else with powers had become psychotic. There did seem to be a pattern forming.
"Murdered isn't the half of it," Pete said "I've heard that he was killed and strung up in a tree near the edge of his property. Whoever did that is a real monster".
Clark was surprised to hear this as it was a rather extreme thing to do, and whoever had committed the horrible act didn't seem shy about having done it.
"Chole told me that she wants to take a look around Brown's farm for the story," Pete informed his friend "Once the cops are gone".
That had Clark worried. What if the killer returned to the scene of the crime? Chole might be placing herself in great danger.
"I better go with her" the future Man of Steel decided.
He might invite his cousin to join them. If she wasn't too busy living the life of a popular girl or looking for that special crystal she'd managed to lose from inside her ship.
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The Thunderchild. Smallville Verse.
"There it is," I said as I looked at the 2D image on the screen "That's no normal shooting star".
A shooting star was really a small piece of rock or other bits of space junk that hits Earth's atmosphere from space. It moves so fast that it heats up and glows as it moves through the atmosphere. Shooting stars are actually what astronomers call meteors. Most meteors burn up in the atmosphere before they reach the ground, but not all and more primitive people who didn't understand what a meteor was believed that they were stars that fell to the ground.
The Yautja who'd come to Smallville had been fired in a pod at the Earth from a scout vessel that had entered this system for a brief time while the Thunderchild had been out of this system. The satellites I'd left behind had picked up, but it had not been reported due to the alien ship employing some sort of stealth tech even when visible. It hadn't registered as a spacecraft.
The Predator ship had fired off the pod, which would have looked like a shooting star to anyone detecting it, and the craft had left, perhaps flown by another Yautja or maybe it had been under the control of an autopilot, either way, it should return if summoned or the Predator would have no way of getting off the planet.
I knew that the vessel was around now as I could pierce the cloaking devices of the Predators, their technology while impressive was outmatched by the Ancients of the Stargate verse.
"Let's run a full scan of the town" I decided.
I wasn't on the bridge and there was no one here, so I worried about my sanity as I was talking to myself, but then I reminded myself that given all I'd been through it was would be more worrying if I seemed to be sane. Besides with my personal AI living in my Omni-tool, I was never really alone.
Currently, I was in the auxiliary control centre. Much like Lantean City-ships, Aurora-class battleships contain a secondary control centre where ship's systems can be controlled If the bridge was ever destroyed or made uninhabitable. From this position, someone with the right gene and knowledge was capable of tracking the activities of individuals throughout the ship, scanning life signs, and controlling access to corridors. I could even access to ship's external scanners and link up the satellites.
From here it was easy to track the course of the pod and scan the area. The pod might have a self destruct so I did not try to beam it up into Thunderchild's cargo bay, normally this wouldn't be a concern as one of the cool bits of technology I'd gotten installed by the Asgard during the Stargate Jump within this flying masterpiece prevented internal explosions. But the Predators were rather advanced and might have a self destruct that was shielded from that tech so I didn't risk it.
Scanning the pod did let me know that it was too small to act as a base camp for the Predator, and while I'd failed to pick up the Predator, finding a lone cloaked person on a planet is not like scanning for a ship in space, if I could find its base camp I would then find the hunter.
"Cortana any local news in Smallville and see if anything odd has happened recently" I requested.
Normally this would be a bit vague, but the town wasn't that large, and we could get into the police files.
"The farmer who was killed reported to the police that someone was spooking his cattle" the AI reported, "One of his cows was eaten by something that animal control hasn't been able to identify".
Predators like beef as was shown in the second movie and that farm was close to a densely wooded area that contained the pod. This meant that this Hunter's base could be in that area, although there was a lot of woods. Lucky for me I had probes who could search the area very quickly and they found the alien's campsite.
This gave me the option of going down there and drawing out the Predator out so I could kill it outside of the town away from people, and perhaps I should do so quickly as if I could find the campsite then so could others. Clark and his friends would look into farmer's death as they were a nosy group, and Clark could cover large areas very quickly.
I best get moving.
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Woods. Smallville Verse.
"Aside from the bloodstains, there's nothing to see" Chole complained.
Clark scanned the area with his x-ray vision, but he found nothing important, the law enforcement groups who'd cleaned up the murder scene had done a really good job.
"Chole, you sound as if you wanted to see a mutilated body" Pete commented.
Clark couldn't help smiling a little upon hearing that. His female friend had a habit of forgetting about tact when there was a story involved. Her curiosity could get the better of her, and it was a good thing he was around because he had the feeling that it might get her killed if he wasn't around to save her.
"I wanted to base my story on more than rumours at school" the blonde teen was now saying "But unless the killer strikes again I've got nothing".
She then looked at the two boys.
"Not that I want anyone else to die" she then added.
Little did the three of them know that the killer was about to meet his end and this would be the end of the story. At least as far as they knew.
"We should get out of here" Clark advised his pals "We're trespassing and it's getting late".
With no reason to say the three highschool students made their way out of the wooded area and back home. On the way back Clark considered using the signal watch Jax-Om had given him in case of emergencies, but he decided against it since he figured there wasn't anything Jax could do that Clark couldn't, or so he thought. Besides Kara would help if he really needed it. She might be embracing life as an American high school student more than Clark, but she knew when she needed to get serious.
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Woods. Smallville Verse.
I entered the Predator's camp, its location having been found by my probes. It was nothing special. I found within the cave, a simple fireplace, a bed made of dry leaves, bones of all kinds, taken from animals, and what I knew to be a preparation area for the cleaning of trophies.
Since the camp looked fresh and because I knew the hunter hadn't been here for long, I didn't expect to find any real trophies and I didn't. I felt sure that the Yautja had come now because this was when Clark would be somewhat vulnerable while remaining a great challenge I also figured that the creature wouldn't attack right away.
If I were in the Predator's place I'd want to scout out the town and the farms around it before going my hunt, so that I would be able to strike at my prey and then return to my camp quickly using routes that humans were unlikely to use.
Something I noticed upon closer inspection was the Yautja had gathered some of the meteor rock and had ground some if into a powder and then mixed the small bits of the crystals into what seemed to be a polish of some kind. I doubted it would make a difference at a distance, but any weapon coated in this polish would be more effective against Kryptonian flesh. It was rather clever as it would make healing any wound caused by this Predator's weapons very hard for a Kryptonian.
The only thing of value I found was a device that I guessed was used to clean trophies. I'd collected the skulls of a few master vampires during the BTVS Jump and while I didn't make a habit of taking body parts from defeated foes I was no stranger to the taking of trophies.
I took out an empty capsule and stored the alien device away for later examination. During the ten years of playing Santa, I'd had plenty of time to examine the tech gathered in past Jumps so it would be fun to have something new to take apart even if it turned out to be something rather uncomplex in design.
Once that was done I switched to my Kryptonian form and knelt on the ground before entering a light trance. I'd developed deep into the Force many times letting myself feel its currents and strengthening my connection with the energy of life, but that wasn't safe to do right now so I kept awareness on the here and now, until I became totally aware of what was going on around me.
When the Predator finally returned to his little camp the alien hunter attempted to sneak up on and to strike me down, despite the fact that I was unarmed, when it tried to stab with its spear I rolled out of the way and moved with superhuman speed.
I could have killed the creature easily enough, it was no match for my great power, I was someone who'd guided the fates of whole worlds and even changed history on a galactic scale so no big game hunter would be the end of me, however, I'd decided to give the Yautja an honourable death.
This involved using the sword I'd taken from the Amazon tribe of this world. Which seemed to come out of nowhere, it had been stored inside the Asgard Armoury, and when the alien saw it the hunter made its wrist blade extend.
"Now you want a fair fight" I muttered.
It shouldn't have struck at me when I was unarmed, but perhaps like xenomorphs the race called Kryptonians are always considered fair game. They were an odd race these Yautja, who knew what thoughts went through their alien minds.
Our blades met and while the hunter was a fair warrior it simply couldn't match my strength and speed so I took its life in battle within seconds. I'd never been in much danger of losing I'd only bothered to clash blades because of the Yautja's code of honour.
Since I knew that if the Predators thought their technology was in alien hands I didn't take anything else and I sealed the cave to make a tomb. If more of its kind came here they'd find their kinsmen body slain in combat and his weapons with him. I doubted they'd worry about the cleaning kit when recovering him and I should get something for my trouble.
If or when more of them came if they caused trouble I'd deal with them too. This town was mine and while I cared little what the meteor freaks got up to the hostile aliens better stay away.