It was the perfect hunter. It sought the perfect prey. It got what it wanted.
The Ultimate Plot Device II
"Destroy All Enemies!"
Written by Sheo Darren under threat of death from Gouki for calling him by his bastardized Capcom USA name
Conceived by Sho Tsuzuku and Sheo Darren on a boring day with too much booze at hand with Gouki within hearing range
Chapter 03
AVP
(Akuma Versus Predator)
Disclaimer: Street Fighter, Ranma ½, Aliens and Predator are not mine. And now, since I called Gouki by his bastardized Capcom USA name, I will now commence runni–
Gouki: "Too late. Shun Goku Satsu!"
AUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! It burns! It burns!
The hunter let a pleased purr issue from its mandible-armed maw. It had been tracking the ooman for a week now. Had known from the very first moment it set its eyes upon this creature that this was the perfect prey, even more so than the slickskins it had slain on its first hunt countless moons ago.
It had been on this planet for a month now. Its first selection as prey was an ooman called "Ranma" that dwelt within the twisted maze of stone and wood that his race called "Nerima". It proved to be a long and frustrating hunt. The "Ranma" ooman was extremely difficult to locate, was always embroiled in heated battle with other equally powerful oomans and had an amazing faculty for escaping. The hunter's every attempt to attack it ended in frustration. Whoever the "Ranma" ooman's opponents were at the moment, they would immediately turn on the hunter soon as it revealed itself. The "Ranma" ooman always took advantage of the hunter's distraction to hurriedly escape.
The hunter had come very close to raging. In one particular hunt where its prey had once more escaped, the hunter had angrily turned its plasma caster on one particularly frustrating and hideously strong ooman called "Ryoga".
Incredibly, said ooman rose unharmed, if smoking, from the glowing crater created by a plasma blast that would have vaporized anything else. That feat attracted the hunter's attention for a while– until the "Ryoga ooman" broke off to find another ooman it called "Akane". "Akane" proved to be an ooman female, surprisingly strong but still a female (and pregnant, too) and therefore forbidden as prey.
The hunter had almost known what the humans called "disgust" and "disappointment".
Then the hunter had heard of one other ooman, also of the "Japanese" race, who was even more highly regarded a prey by other oomans as the "Ranma" ooman.
Its name was "Akuma".
It was a most magnificent specimen. Exceptionally well-built for its race, it was as muscular as the hunter itself. Its skull was beautiful: rugged, pugnacious, vicious.
Its name in the human language approximated to "Devil". In the human language, "Devil" meant a very powerful, dangerous and vicious being. It was the only time the hunter bothered itself to translate. Most unwarrior-like and somewhat confusing, but the confirmation of it's prey's perfectness was delicious.
The hunter was beside itself with hungry anticipation. It could barely wait to fight this ooman and collect the skull. It walked over to where the ooman squatted next to a crackling fire. It made no attempt to mask its approach.
The ooman looked up.
The hunter deactivated its cloak of invisibility and stood revealed before the ooman.
The ooman also stood and looked it over.
The hunter discarded its weapons: plasma caster, combi-stick, spear gun, wrist knives and finally the mask. Clawed fingers opened and closed. Its mandibles clicked and chewed together.
The ooman bared its own fangs in challenge. "A worthy opponent," it uttered in its language.
The Predator copied the harsh and guttural voice. "A worthy opponent…"
Both combatants roared and attacked.
The Predator Chieftain nodded in approval. Though its warrior had been defeated, it had died so with honor in combat against a worthy foe. There was no end more fitting for one of their kind.
Four warriors took the shattered body of their fallen brethren back to the waiting ship. The Chieftain turned to the victorious ooman that had defeated its warrior n single combat. A massive clawed fist presented an ornate combi-stick as trophy.
The ooman took the offered weapon. The Chieftain turned away majestically and walked back to his ship.
It was decided. Its kind would return to this world soon and seek this ooman's head. For it was the perfect prey.
Gouki watched the massive alien vessel disappear into the night sky with intense interest and anticipation.
Perhaps, one day, I shall leave this planet and find worthy opponents in the stars themselves…
Author Note: Gouki and Ranma sure are popular, aren't they:)