April 29th 2035
Pacific Rim, Pacific Ocean
"The Factory"
000
There was a roar of incomparable fury from deep within the portal in the Pacific. An alien was pacing back in forth at what appeared to be the controls of a much larger machine. He was utterly frustrated. His first 'Hunter' Class beast had been destroyed.
He walked up to the controls and pulled out a few crystal spikes. Instantly an image began to play across a large screen of what appeared to be living flesh. It showed his beast fighting a newer machine developed by the Oomans. He pushed in one crystal to pause it, and observed the Machine in closer detail. Nothing he had in his present arsenal could match this weapon in agility and weaponry.
He was so engrossed he did not notice his commanders approach him, until he turned. He bowed out of respect, but his fury was still etched into his body. His superiors asked him the cause of this and he pointed angrily at the new Machine the Oomans had developed.
He threw up his arms in frustration, and returned to pacing, while they examined the genetic footage. This new development, could permanently halt their 'Cleansing' processes. He needed to make something stronger. Something the Oomans had never witnessed before. He had to. That accursed Machine had cost him his best. He relished to return the favor. Then it occurred to him. 'Why not kill two birds with one stone?'
He walked into the 'Archives,' an ancient structure that housed every genetic sample they had developed and searched for the vial he wanted. Upon finding it his eyes gleamed brightly as he collected the tube.
When he reentered, the Commanders were surprised. Why had he chosen a fallen 'Predator' Class beast from times long past? He in turn pointed out that this animal he held was the best key they had to obliterating that Machine, without delaying their arrival anymore.
He put the tube into the large machine, and then jabbed a needle into his own arm. Slowly his blood poured down into another tube to the basin where it would mix with the vial's contents. The two fluids mixed in the large basin, and slowly, a embryo began to form.
The last of his creations had been the last piece he had of his biological family, now he wanted vengeance. He stood boldly in front of his creation as it slowly took shape, feeding off its Master's blood. His Superiors were slightly unsettled by the fact one of their Manufacturers had created a 'Predator' Class beast without their express permission.
But none dared to voice this as six red eyes opened wide to its maker. He lifted up his arms in triumph, at its successful conception. This beast would be his roar of vengeance, his power of death, they were now one. He gripped the needle in his arm and tore it out in his anger. His beast had 'fed' enough, now it needed to 'learn.' His arm began the healing process without so much as a scratch left as he began filling its DNA with all he could on the Machine it would be sent after to destroy.
The Superiors left, but one turned and warned that if his 'Predator' failed he would suffer the consequences. He roared angrily at him, but the older being seemed unfazed by his wrath and quietly departed.
He looked back to his creation the fury in its eyes would make that Machine tremble. Now he had to wait. The moment it was complete, he would free it from his world, and unleash it on the Ooman's world. Together they would crush the Ooman's base, and destroy every last one of their Machines, especially the one called
'Blue Winter.'