X-Men: The unnatural omega's, Volume 4 Endgames Chapter 30, a X-Men + X-overs Crossover fanfic

X-Men: The Unnatural Omega's Volume 4, Endgames

Chapter 30: The Hunters and the Hunted, Part 1

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In Westeros, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, and Arya Stark waited patiently for Jon Snow's return from his mission in another galaxy. They were accompanied by Rambo and Hermes from Kratos' world, who had arrived from his farm after delivering a shipment of mail. Hermes, in particular, was intrigued by the hybrid nature of their new arrival, Aranrùth.

The group stood near the gates of Winterfell, the cold wind rustling the leaves of the ancient trees surrounding them. They were eager to meet this enigmatic figure who chose to ally himself with them.

It wasn't long before the sound of hooves reached their ears. Jon Snow rode in on horseback, his figure strong and determined. Beside him was Aranrùth, whose appearance took many of the guards aback. His bark-like features and featureless face, save for the glowing eyes, gave him an otherworldly presence.

Jon dismounted first, greeting his friends and family with a nod. "It's good to be back," he said, his voice steady.

Sansa stepped forward, her eyes scanning Jon's companion. "Welcome to Winterfell," she said warmly, though her curiosity was evident.

Aranrùth dismounted with grace, his movements almost fluid despite his wooden form. He bowed slightly. "Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Stark," he said, his voice formal and enigmatic.

Tyrion approached next, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of Aranrùth's appearance. "It's not every day we welcome a Nephilim to our home," he remarked with a hint of amusement. "I hope your journey was uneventful."

Aranrùth's eyes lingered on Hermes for a moment, as if reading his nature. He sensed a kindred spirit, one who had carried darkness for a long time before finding redemption. "It was... enlightening," he replied, turning his gaze back to the group.

Hermes, noticing Aranrùth's gaze, stepped forward. "I'm Hermes," he introduced himself. "I understand you're new to these parts. Welcome."

Aranrùth inclined his head. "Thank you, Hermes. Your presence is... familiar, in a way."

With the formalities exchanged, they moved inside Winterfell, showing Aranrùth to his accommodations. He was led to a comfortable living space, complete with all the necessary accommodations. The room was warm, a stark contrast to the cold outside, and it had a bed, a desk, and a fireplace that crackled with a welcoming glow.

"Please, make yourself at home," Jon said, gesturing to the room. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Aranrùth nodded, taking in his surroundings. "I appreciate your kindness and I'll bare that in mind."

A few hours later, Aranrùth found himself outside, standing before a weirwood tree. The ancient, white-barked tree with its red leaves and face carved into the trunk seemed to call to him. As he stood there, Bran Stark, the new King of the North, was wheeled out for his evening stroll. He noticed the way Aranrùth was staring at the weirwood tree.

Bran, curious, approached. "You seem captivated by the weirwood tree," he observed.

Aranrùth turned slightly, his eyes never leaving the tree. "I can hear them," he said softly. "I always have. Some of them are quite sad... content, sure, but there's a sadness there. Especially this one."

Bran's interest was piqued. "You can hear the trees?"

Aranrùth nodded. "Yes. This one, in particular, is an old friend. My mother showed me this tree when it was a sapling, many ages ago."

Bran looked thoughtful. "The weirwoods have always been a part of our history. They carry the memories of the past, the voices of the old gods."

Aranrùth's gaze softened as he continued to listen to the whispers of the tree. "Yes… and despite the difference in time, this one still remembers me."

Bran watched Aranrùth with curiosity. "What were your mother's people like?" he asked. "We hardly know anything about them."

Aranrùth's gaze remained on the weirwood tree as he began to speak. "In all honesty, they were just as complex as any other race, with their own beliefs, histories, and alliances. Much like these kingdoms."

He extended his hand, and from his bark-like skin, a small figurine began to form. The intricate figure depicted a woman, delicate and ethereal who looked a lot like one of the children of the forest, with an air of mysticism. "My mother was a mystic amongst them," he said, a hint of sorrow in his voice. "She was deeply respected and revered for her knowledge and connection to the ancient magics."

Bran leaned in, fascinated by the story and the figurine. "She must have been very powerful."

Aranrùth nodded. "Powerful, yes, but also vulnerable. Delving too deep into ancient, forbidden magics can attract the attention of... 'outside' forces. Beings who see mortals as nothing more than a source of amusement."

He paused, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness. "My mother learned that the hard way. At first, she believed he was a messenger of great powers, sent by the gods themselves. Imagine her surprise when he turned his back on her after he had his fill of amusement."

Bran's expression softened with understanding. "And that made her an outcast when you were born."

Aranrùth sighed. "Yes. She was shunned by her own people, left to fend for herself and her child. She had hoped for a miracle, a sign of favor from the gods. Instead, she received a reminder of the cruel indifference of the universe."

Bran looked at the figurine, his thoughts deepening. "It's a harsh reality, but it showed her strength in the end, to raise you on her own, and to steer you away from that darkness.

She raised you, taught you, despite everything."

Aranrùth nodded slowly. "She did. She never let her bitterness overshadow her love for me. She taught me to find balance, to seek my own path. It's because of her that I am who I am today."

Bran thought on that for a moment before speaking, "You honor her memory with your strength and your journey. And through you, her legacy lives on."

Aranrùth looked at Bran, a sense of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, Bran. Your words mean a great deal to me."

…

Elsewhere in Naath…

Grey Worm stood on the balcony of the newly constructed council hall in Naath, overlooking the bustling city below. The transformation of his homeland had been remarkable. The alliance with the other realms had brought not only new technologies and advancements but also different groups of settlers eager to make a new life.

The city was a blend of old and new. Traditional Naathi architecture stood side by side with structures influenced by the various worlds that had joined their alliance. The streets were filled with people from different backgrounds, each bringing their unique skills and cultures.

"Let us begin the review of our progress," Grey Worm said, taking his seat at the head of the table.

One of his advisors, a recently arrived Wastelander from Jake's world who came from up north in their worlds Canada, began the report. "The integration of new technologies has been successful. We've seen significant improvements in our infrastructure. The introduction of advanced medical techniques has also been a boon. Our hospitals are now equipped with state-of-the-art equipment, and we have specialists from Metropolis and Hercules' world training our healers."

Grey Worm nodded. "What about the implementation of magic in our daily operations?"

A representative from Faerûn spoke up. "Our mages have been working closely with local artisans to enchant tools and machinery. This has increased efficiency in construction and agriculture. We've also set up wards and protective spells around the city to enhance security."

Next, a diplomat from Nirn addressed the council. "Economically, we're thriving. Trade routes have been established with other realms, and our markets are filled with goods from across the multiverses we have contacts in. The ghouls from Jake's world have adapted well, working in various sectors, including as servants in taverns and as fruit vendors. They see Naath as a paradise compared to their irradiated wastelands."

Grey Worm looked thoughtful. "And culturally? Are there any issues we need to address?"

A representative from Geralt's world, a former bard turned diplomat, replied. "There have been some cultural misunderstandings but nothing that's spiraled into fights or lasting conflicts. We're organizing regular cultural exchange events to promote understanding and unity. It's a work in progress, but we're seeing positive results." Another advisor, this one from Hercules' diplomatic team, spoke next. "We've established schools and training centers to educate our citizens in both traditional and modern practices. The integration of magical and technological education is key to our future development."

Grey Worm listened intently, his mind processing the information for a few moments.

nsure that everyone feels valued and respected, regardless of their origin. Strengthen our defenses and expand our infrastructure to accommodate our growing population."

As the meeting concluded, Grey Worm decided to take a walk through the city to see the progress for himself. The streets were lively, filled with the sounds of commerce and conversation. Stalls lined the marketplaces, selling everything from enchanted trinkets to exotic fruits. He passed by a hospital where advanced medical procedures were being performed, saving lives that would have been lost in the old days.

He watched as ghouls worked alongside humans; their once desolate lives transformed by the opportunities in Naath. Children from different worlds played together in the parks, mostly children from the world overrun by the dead like Maggie and Negans world, or worse yet from the irradiated wastes of the wastelands.

Grey Worm paused at a newly constructed school where students were learning to harness both magic and technology. He saw teachers from both new horizons school and Metropolis working with local educators, sharing knowledge and educating the next generations.

As evening approached, Grey Worm decided to go for a drink at one of the local taverns. The warm, inviting light of the establishment beckoned him in, and he entered to find a bustling yet cozy atmosphere. A Mr. Handy robot floated behind the bar, assisting with various tasks, while a ghoul named Sarah, who was a pre-war survivor from her world, managed the bar.

Grey Worm took a seat at the bar, and Sarah approached with a welcoming smile. "What can I get you?" she asked, her voice raspy yet friendly.

"I'll have something light," Grey Worm replied.

Sarah nodded and quickly prepared a drink, setting it before him. "Here you go. Enjoy."

Grey Worm took a sip, savoring the taste. "Thank you. This is a nice place you have here."

Sarah smiled, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nostalgia and contentment. "Thank you. This world... it's a virtual paradise compared to where I come from. No green radioactive waste around here... or radroaches for that matter. I've always been a fan of moths over roaches any day."

Grey Worm chuckled. "I can understand that. It must be quite a change for you."

"It is," Sarah said, leaning on the bar. "Back in my world, every day was a struggle for survival. Here, I can finally breathe easy and not be worried about irradiated air. It's a blessing."

They chatted for a while, discussing the differences between their worlds and the progress being made in Naath. Sarah's genuine appreciation for the safety and opportunities in this new land was evident, and Grey Worm found her perspective refreshing.

As their conversation continued into the evening, Grey Worm's eyes were drawn to an old photograph on the counter. It showed Sarah before the war, her human features strikingly like someone he had once known and loved.

Noticing his gaze, Sarah picked up the photo with a smile. "That's me, before everything went to hell," she said casually, not recognizing the significance. She shrugged it off and continued cleaning the counter.

Grey Worm couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and nostalgia. The almost exact resemblance to Missandei was uncanny; they could have been mistaken for twins in any other circumstance. He took a deep breath, allowing the memories to wash over him, before refocusing on the present.

"You must have been through a lot," he said softly.

Sarah nodded; her eyes distant for a moment. "Yes, but I've made peace with it. This place, it's given me a second chance."

Grey Worm raised his glass in a toast. "To second chances."

Sarah clinked her glass with his, her smile warm. "To second chances."

They continued to talk, sharing stories and experiences until the tavern began to quiet down for the night. Grey Worm found comfort in their conversation, appreciating the simple human connection amidst the complexities of their world.

As the night wore on, Sarah's Mr. Handy robot floated over with a tray. "Sir, I have a special treat for you, something from our world that we can now prepare with more spices, thanks to the ingredients available here."

Grey Worm looked at the dish presented to him. It was a steaming bowl of iguana stew, filled with tender chunks of iguana meat, a variety of vegetables, and topped with shavings of a rare fruit native to a specific province in Westeros. The aroma was rich and inviting, a blend of spices that was both foreign and tantalizing.

"This is iguana meat with vegetables and some shavings of rare fruit from this province in Westeros," the robot explained in its mechanical yet polite tone.

Grey Worm had never had iguana meat before. He took a cautious bite, savoring the flavors. The meat was surprisingly tender, with a taste that was both unique and satisfying. The vegetables added a fresh, crisp contrast, and the fruit shavings provided a subtle sweetness that balanced the dish perfectly.

"This is really good," Grey Worm said, nodding appreciatively. "I've never tasted anything like it."

"I'm glad you like it," Sarah said, pleased. "It's a taste of home for me, and I'm happy to share it with you."

…

As Grey Worm continued to enjoy his meal, one of the Unsullied entered the tavern, his expression serious. He approached Grey Worm, who looked up from his meal with a questioning glance.

"Commander," the Unsullied said, bowing slightly. "There have been reports from some farmers about strange occurrences a few miles from the city."

Grey Worm set down his spoon, giving the soldier his full attention. "What kind of occurrences?"

The Unsullied continued, his voice low to maintain privacy. "They've been hearing strange noises at night, a rattling, crackling sound that they don't recognize. Occasionally, animals go missing, and when they are found, they're hanging upside down by cords, completely skinned with their skulls and spines ripped out. It's starting to unsettle the farmers."

Grey Worm's expression hardened. "Have there been any casualties?"

"None so far, Commander," the Unsullied replied. "But the situation is still unsettling. The animals affected are all predators: extremely large wild dogs, giant lizards, and even a dire wolf."

Grey Worm paused, considering the implications. "What else do we know?"

"One of the farmers said he went to investigate and saw something that looked like it was invisible, camouflaged. It made the same unsettling noise before he backed off. Whatever it was, it left him unharmed."

Grey Worm nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. We need to investigate this immediately. Ensure that the area is secure and increase patrols. We can't let this threat go unchecked."

The Unsullied saluted and left to carry out his orders. Grey Worm turned back to Sarah, who had been listening with concern.

"Sounds like you have a mystery on your hands," she said softly.

Grey Worm nodded. "Yes, and one we need to solve quickly. Thank you for the meal, Sarah. It was a pleasure talking with you."

"Likewise," Sarah replied with a warm smile. "Be careful out there."

Grey Worm rose from his seat, determined to get to the bottom of this strange occurrence.

…

Later that night…

Grey Worm led a contingent of Unsullied out into the fields surrounding Naath. Rambo and Hermes had arrived from Winterfell, ready to assist with the investigation. Their presence brought a sense of reassurance; both were seasoned warriors and skilled in tracking and combat.

The group made their way to the site where the bodies of the predators had been found. The scene was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds. As they approached the first body, Grey Worm signaled for his men to fan out and secure the area.

Rambo knelt beside the carcass of a very large wild dog, examining the clean cuts that had eviscerated the animal. "Whatever gutted them was no normal weapon," he muttered. "It was a clean cut, like a giant knife would make. Only... there are signs of two vertical marks on the same spot. It's like two knife-like blades moving in sync." He looked up at Grey Worm, his expression grim. "Not even my knife cuts this cleanly or so deep."

Hermes inspected the ground around the bodies, his eyes sharp and focused. "The precision of these cuts is disturbing. Whoever, or whatever, did this is extremely skilled. This isn't the work of a mindless beast."

Grey Worm turned to the farmer who had reported the sightings. The man was visibly shaken, but he managed to recount his experience. "It had eyes, sure, but it seemed to have a metal mask of some kind, like a tribal mask devoid of features. It was only a flicker when the cloak malfunctioned, but it was large, scaly, and covered in strange tribal armor. It also had this strange cannon on its shoulder that moved on its own. It seemed to have an internal debate before it left... like it was deciding whether to attack or not."

The farmer paused, trying to find the right words. "It was big, really big. Whatever that thing was, you could tell it wasn't human. It had these dreadlock-like appendages on its head that were almost like tentacles or really large hairs. And its posture was wrong, like some beastly stance or a warrior posture that I didn't recognize."

Grey Worm nodded thoughtfully, processing the information. "Thank you. You've been very helpful."

Rambo stood up, wiping his hands on a cloth. "This thing isn't just hunting; it's choosing its prey carefully. Predators. It's like it's targeting the most dangerous animals in the area."

Hermes, who had been silent, finally spoke. "We need to understand its purpose. Why is it here? What does it want?"

Grey Worm considered their options. "We'll set up a perimeter around the area. Increase patrols and keep a close watch. If this thing is as dangerous as it seems, we need to be prepared for anything."

Rambo nodded in agreement. "We should also set some traps. See if we can catch it off guard."

Hermes added, "And we need to inform the locals. Make sure they're aware of the danger and know to stay away from the outskirts at night."

Grey Worm turned to his men. "You heard them. Let's get to work. We need to protect our people and find out what we're dealing with."

The next day, Grey Worm and his contingent of Unsullied continued their search, but progress was slow and disheartening. As they combed through the dense forests and rocky outcrops around Naath, disturbing news reached them.

An energy blast had struck a section of the city wall, causing some damage. When the Unsullied went to investigate the trajectory, they discovered two alarming developments.

Grey Worm, Rambo, and Hermes gathered around a table where the findings were being discussed. One of the Unsullied reported, "Commander, it appears there are two of them. They were fighting each other. The one closest to our position was momentarily distracted, allowing the second one to pick up a rock and knock it out. It seems the first one had set up a camp."

Grey Worm's expression darkened. "What were they doing there?"

The Unsullied soldier continued, "We found three more skinned bodies, all of which were our forward scouts. We have yet to find the skins. It seems the second one was trying to restrain the first one. After it was knocked out, it cloaked and ran off into the crevices in the canyon. We've restrained the second one that was knocked out and moved its strange shoulder cannon and an extendable staff."

The Unsullied placed the staff on the table, revealing an extendable metallic weapon etched with ancient foreign symbols. Rambo leaned in to inspect it. "These symbols... they have a Cambodian feel to them, but they're different. Like some alien tribal language. Highly complex."

Hermes examined the shoulder cannon. "This is definitely mechanical, like an energy-based weapon. This isn't something we've seen before."

Grey Worm shared a look with Rambo and Hermes. "I need to see this... creature... myself."

Grey Worm led Rambo, Hermes, and a group of Unsullied to the makeshift holding area where they had restrained the creature. The air was tense with anticipation as they approached the creature, bound and stripped of its weapons. Its large, scaly form lay motionless, and it was clear this was no ordinary adversary.

As they entered the area, Grey Worm's eyes narrowed. The creature was indeed massive, with dreadlock-like appendages hanging from its head. Its metal mask was featureless, giving it an eerie, otherworldly appearance.

The creature stirred as they approached, it turned it's masked face towards them. Before regarding them with a cold, calculating gaze, and a low, guttural sound emanated from its throat.

Grey Worm stepped forward, his voice firm. "What are you? Why are you here?"

The strange creature tilted its head slightly, as if debating something. Then it spoke in a guttural alien language, and its mask began translating in a mechanical voice. "Game-Warden, hunting a poacher."

It paused for a moment before continuing. "One moment, on an offworld mission to restrain a dishonorable poacher... the next, I found myself here. Found signs of the poacher here as well... decided to continue mission."

Grey Worm exchanged a glance with Rambo and Hermes, processing the creature's words. "A poacher? What kind of poacher?"

The creature's mask translated its response. "A dishonorable hunter who kills for sport, not honor. Targets the strong and the weak alike. Skins and trophies... without purpose."

Rambo stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "We've seen the aftermath of his hunts. Predators skinned and hung. Why was he fighting you?"

The creature turned it's masked visage as it replied. "He knows I am here to stop him. He is reckless, dangerous. Uses advanced technology to evade capture. He must be stopped."

Hermes inspected the creature's weapons laid out on the table. "This poacher, does he have similar equipment to yours?"

The creature nodded. "Yes, but more ruthless. His technology is designed to kill quickly and brutally. Mine is for restraint and capture."

Grey Worm considered the implications. "If this poacher is here, then we need to find him before more lives are lost. Will you help us?"

The creature's mask translated its response with a hint of hesitation. "If you aid me in capturing the poacher, I will help you. But be warned, he is cunning and will not be easily caught."

Grey Worm nodded having solidified the deal, "Alright… We'll cooperate."

Rambo stepped closer to the creature, his expression determined. "We need to understand everything you know about him. His tactics, his weaknesses, anything that can help us track him down."

The creature turned its masked face towards Rambo "He relies on his cloaking device and advanced weaponry. But he leaves traces, signs of his presence.

Grey Worm gave the creature a steady look. "We will prepare immediately. You will be our guide in this hunt."

With a nod from Grey Worm, the Unsullied moved to unlock the creature's restraints, their movements filled with a mixture of caution and determination. The creature, now freed, flexed its limbs and accepted its weapons with a simple nod, securing them back in their respective places.

"First things first," Grey Worm said, turning to the creature. "We need to understand everything about this poacher—his tactics, his methods, and his weaponry."

The predator stood tall, its presence commanding attention as it began to lay out the details. "The poacher uses advanced cloaking technology to move unseen. His weapons are designed for efficient, brutal kills. He targets the strongest and most dangerous prey, then leaves their bodies as trophies."

The creature pointed to its own shoulder cannon. "He has a similar energy-based weapon. It can target and fire independently, making it difficult to approach him unnoticed."

Next, the predator demonstrated its extendable staff. "This is a close-combat weapon, designed for quick, lethal strikes. The poacher's version is likely similar, used for finishing off prey."

Rambo and Hermes exchanged looks, absorbing the information. "Anything else we should know about his gear?" Rambo asked.

The predator nodded, then held up its arm, displaying a complex gauntlet. "This is crucial. The gauntlet contains an interface for various devices, including a self-destruct mechanism. If activated, it will cause an energy explosion capable of decimating an entire area for miles."

Grey Worm's eyes widened slightly. "A bomb?"

"Yes," the predator confirmed. "It is a last resort, meant to prevent capture. If we are to capture him, you must separate him from his gauntlet at the earliest opportunity or find a way to deactivate it."

Hermes frowned. "And how do we deactivate it?"

The predator tilted its head slightly. "The device is complex, but it can be deactivated by inputting the correct sequence. I can help with this if we get close enough."

Grey Worm turned to his men. "We will set up traps and use all available resources to locate and capture this poacher. Be vigilant and stay coordinated. Our lives depend on it."

Rambo spoke up. "We'll need to set up a perimeter and use bait to draw him out. We know he's targeting predators, so we'll use that to our advantage."

Hermes nodded in agreement. "We'll also need to prepare for the possibility of him using his cloaking device. Infrared and motion sensors might help detect him."

The predator interjected. "He will be cautious, but he will also be driven by the hunt. We can use his obsession against him."

Grey Worm took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the mission ahead. "Let's move out. We have a poacher to catch."

…

A few minutes later before heading out…

Grey Worm stood solemnly by as the three skinned bodies of the Unsullied scouts were laid to rest in thick coverings to keep their ghastly appearances from being seen by the public eyes. The small ceremony was attended by the townspeople, including Sarah, the pre-war ghoul. Despite the horrors inflicted upon the bodies, they were given the respect and dignity they deserved. The losses stoked their need for justice even more.

Grey Worm watched as the graves were filled, a heavy sense of responsibility weighing on his shoulders. As the ceremony concluded, Sarah approached him, her expression reflecting the shared grief and determination.

"I hope you find the monster responsible for this," she said softly, her voice steady. "Come back safe, Grey Worm. We all need you... I need you."

Grey Worm looked at her, feeling a strange sense of connection. "I will be careful," he promised. "Thank you for your prayers."

Sarah gave him a small, sad smile. "I enjoy your company. I'll be praying for your safe return."

With that, she returned to her tavern to continue her day. Grey Worm watched her go, feeling a pull in his heart, something akin to what he felt for Missandei before they were lovers. It was a comforting thought, a connection to explore further when he returned.

Grey Worm, Rambo, Hermes, and the predator gathered with the Unsullied, preparing to track the poacher who had caused so much pain. They reviewed the information and planned their next steps.

"Where would the poacher move to next?" Grey Worm asked, looking at the predator.

The predator tilted its head, considering. "He would seek a place with ample cover, where he can move unseen and find strong prey. Somewhere close to Naath but still a different region."

Hermes nodded. "There's a dense forest region called The Verdant Expanse, not too far from here. It's known for its thick canopy and diverse wildlife. Plenty of places to hide and hunt."

Rambo agreed. "It's also less populated, making it easier for him to operate without being detected immediately. It's a perfect hiding spot."

Grey Worm made his decision. "Then we head to The Verdant Expanse. We need to be prepared for anything. Let's move out."

As the group set out, The predator led the way, using its advanced tracking skills to follow the faint signs left by the poacher. The journey to The Verdant Expanse was tense but filled with determination.

The forest was dense, with towering trees and thick undergrowth. It was easy to see how someone could hide here. The predator moved with a silent efficiency, scanning the area for any signs of their quarry.

"Stay alert," Grey Worm whispered to his men. "We don't know what traps he might have set."

The forest was dense, with towering trees and thick undergrowth. It was easy to see how someone could hide here. The predator moved with silent efficiency, scanning the area for any signs of their quarry.

As they trekked deeper into The Verdant Expanse, the predator halted suddenly, raising a hand to signal the group to stop. Grey Worm, Rambo, Hermes, and the Unsullied froze in place, their senses heightened.

The predator crouched down, examining a set of tracks on the forest floor. To the untrained eye, they seemed like a normal trail, but the predator's experience with this particular poacher told him otherwise. He sniffed the air, his senses on high alert. He motioned for them to step back, indicating the direction of the tracks with a warning growl.

Grey Worm whispered to Rambo, "What is it?"

Rambo watched the predator closely. "He thinks it's a trap."

The predator, using his advanced vision, scanned the surrounding area and spotted the faint glint of a tripwire. Carefully, he traced its path to two primitive mechanisms hidden among the trees. With precise movements, he deactivated the tripwire, revealing the deadly trap.

Two massive logs, rigged to smash together from both sides, were pulled by pulleys. The predator triggered the mechanism safely, demonstrating how the logs would have crushed anyone who walked through.

The logs swung together with a thunderous crash, making some of the scouts jump, their eyes wide with realization. They had nearly walked into a deadly mistake.

Hermes exhaled slowly. "That was close."

Grey Worm nodded, his expression grim. "Too close. We need to be more careful."

Rambo gave the Predator a grateful look, "Good catch. What's next?"

The predator growled softly, scanning the area again. "He is near. Stay vigilant. More traps ahead."

Grey Worm addressed his men quietly. "Move carefully. Follow his lead. We can't afford any mistakes."

As they moved deeper into the forest, the tension grew. Every step was measured, every sound scrutinized. They knew the poacher was close, and they were determined to outsmart him.

Suddenly, the Game Warden predator barely reacted in time, pulling Rambo aside along with an Unsullied and shoving them out of the way just as a small hooked Y-shaped projectile launched silently into a tree, slicing deeply into it and exiting the other side. The Warden extended a mechanical shield, absorbing a direct energy blast that would have torn through Grey Worm.

An Unsullied managed to fire an arrow at the poacher predator's leg, revealing glowing green blood and making it roar in anger. The poacher predator leaped from branch to branch, moving with terrifying speed.

"He's here!" Grey Worm shouted, his voice steady despite the chaos. "Stay focused!"

Rambo acted quickly, pulling out his nanotech machine gun. He hit a button and fired a steel net at the poacher predator. The poacher managed to cut his way out, extending his arm blades with a swift motion.

Hermes joined the fray, aiming carefully with his bow and arrow. "Keep it pinned down!" he called out.

Grey Worm and his men took aim, firing arrows at the poacher as it darted through the trees. The Game Warden predator fired an energy round at the tree branch the poacher was on, causing it to fall to the ground.

The poacher predator hit the ground hard but rolled to its feet, pointing its shoulder cannon at Hermes. Hermes barely dodged in time, the blast scorching the ground where he had stood.

Hermes, breathing heavily, called out, "We've got to keep it down!"

The Game Warden predator tackled the poacher, wrestling it to the ground. In the struggle, he noticed something alarming: the gauntlet device on the poacher's arm was activated, and there were only 20 seconds left on the timer.

"Keep your weapons trained on him!" the Game Warden barked out; his voice urgent. "Don't let him move!"

Grey Worm, Rambo, Hermes, and the Unsullied converged, struggling to restrain the poacher predator's flailing legs. It took all their strength to hold it down, their combined efforts just barely managing to keep it in place.

The Game Warden predator worked quickly, pulling off the shoulder cannon and tossing it aside. He pressed a series of buttons on the gauntlet, deactivating it with seconds to spare. The device emitted a small beep before the countdown stopped. He then removed the gauntlet entirely, rendering it harmless.

Hermes, Rambo, and the Unsullied kept their hold on the poacher, their breathing heavy from the exertion. The poacher predator, now disarmed and restrained, ceased its struggling, realizing it had been outmatched.

Grey Worm stood over the defeated predator, his expression hard. "It's over."

The Game Warden predator stood, looking at Grey Worm and his men with a nod of respect. "Well done," his mask translated. "The hunt is finished."

Grey Worm nodded in return. "Let's secure him and get back. We've achieved our goal."

The Game Warden predator stood, looking at Grey Worm and his men with a nod of respect. He then turned to the poacher, speaking in his guttural language. The poacher growled back, its eyes filled with defiance. The Game Warden predator motioned for Grey Worm and his team to follow as he cautiously directed them to the poacher's campsite.

What they found sickened them. Skins from various creatures, including humans, were strewn about. Human bones lay discarded, evidence that the poacher had been eating the meat from these dishonorable kills. The sight stoked the flames of Grey Worm's wrath even more.

Grey Worm's jaw clenched, his hands forming tight fists. He turned to the Game Warden predator, who recognized his anger and moved to hold the poacher down, ensuring he couldn't move.

"These were my people," Grey Worm said, his voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "My people! And you hunted them for sport, violated their corpses."

The poacher remained silent, its eyes cold and unrepentant. Grey Worm's anger surged, but he held it back, knowing that giving in to his fury would only let the poacher have the last laugh.

"I want to see justice done," Grey Worm said, his voice firm.

The Game Warden predator nodded. "This one has broken all our laws by conducting himself in such a reckless manner," his mask translated. "As per the laws of my tribe, his life is forfeit when we return."

Grey Worm took a deep breath, feeling a sense of grim satisfaction. "Good. He deserves no less."

Rambo, standing nearby, placed a reassuring hand on Grey Worm's shoulder. "We'll make sure he faces justice."

Hermes added, "What he did is unforgivable. But you showed restraint. That's strength."

The Game Warden predator tightened his grip on the poacher. "We must move quickly. There may be more traps."

Grey Worm nodded, regaining his composure. "Agreed. Let's secure the area and head back."

They bound the poacher securely and collected the bones and skins of the humans that littered the area for later identification. As they made their way back to Naath, the weight of their victory settled over them. The threat had been neutralized, but the scars it left behind would take time to heal.

Back in Naath, Grey Worm ensured that the remains of the fallen were given proper burials, paying respects to the victims of the poacher's brutality. The townspeople gathered to mourn and honor their dead, finding solace in the fact that justice would be served.

As the sun set over Naath, Grey Worm stood at the edge of the city, looking out over the horizon. The Game Warden predator approached, his expression unreadable behind his mask.

"Thank you," Grey Worm said quietly. "For helping us bring him to justice."

The Game Warden nodded. "It was necessary. Justice must be served especially to those who know no restraint."

Grey Worm turned to face him. "What will happen to him?"

The Game Warden predator paused, then spoke through his translating mask. "We have both been displaced in this unfamiliar world with no way back to our own currently... but justice must still be served. As per the laws of our people, he will receive an unhonorable execution. By either my own hand or yours... either way, justice will be served for such unnecessary kills."

Grey Worm nodded, understanding the weight of the words. "He deserves no less. The dishonor he brought upon himself and the pain he caused must be answered."

The Game Warden predator nodded solemnly. "We are bound by the laws of our people, and such transgressions cannot go unpunished. It will be done."

…

Back in Naath, the poacher predator was brought to a secure location now stripped of his armor revealing his mandabled horrid face that made several people shudder in response to such a creature in their lands. The people of Naath gathered their faces a mix of sorrow and determination. Grey Worm stood before them, his expression baring the seriousness of the situation.

"This creature hunted our people for sport, dishonored their bodies, and brought fear to our land," he announced. "Justice will be served."

The Game Warden predator stepped forward, his presence commanding. He looked at Grey Worm and then at the poacher. "It is time."

Grey Worm took a deep breath. "I will do it. For my people."

The Game Warden predator nodded, stepping aside. Grey Worm approached the poacher, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "You brought this upon yourself," he said quietly.

With a swift motion, Grey Worm delivered the execution by pulling out a dagger and sliced it's throat carefully to ensure it was a clean kill after a moment the poacher predator's body went limp, and the crowd let out a collective sigh of relief. Justice had been served.

Later that evening, Grey Worm found himself at the edge of the city, looking out over the horizon. The weight of the day's events settled heavily on his shoulders. The Game Warden predator approached, his expression unreadable behind his mask.

"Thank you," Grey Worm said quietly. "For helping us bring him to justice."

The Game Warden predator nodded. "It was necessary. Justice must be served especially after the way he conducted himself."

He paused for a moment before he continued. "You have my respect," the Game Warden predator replied. "And if you ever need assistance in the future against a similar situation, call upon me, I'm honor bound to reclaim the title of my people that the oath breaker tarnished." With that, the predator departed, leaving Grey Worm to his thoughts. The sense of closure was bittersweet, but necessary.

As Grey Worm walked back to the tavern, he thought of Sarah. The connection he felt with her was a small but bright light amidst the darkness they had faced. He was determined to explore that connection further when the time was right.

Entering the tavern, he saw Sarah behind the bar, serving customers with a warm smile. She looked up and saw him, her eyes lighting up with relief and happiness.

"Welcome back," she said softly.

Grey Worm nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "It's good to be back."

As he took a seat at the bar, Sarah poured him a drink and leaned in. "I'm glad you're safe. You did a great thing today."

Grey Worm took the drink, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. "Thank you, Sarah. It means a lot."

She smiled warmly. "Take your time. There's no rush."

They shared a quiet moment, the bustling tavern around them fading into the background. The hunt was over, justice was served even if it was difficult.

In the local medical ward, Rambo couldn't shake off a nagging feeling about the poacher creature they had encountered. There was something eerily familiar about it, though he couldn't quite place where he recognized it from. He paced the room, his mind racing with fragmented memories.

Tyrion and Jaime Lannister, who had recently arrived in light of the recent events, decided to examine the creature personally. They were intrigued and concerned by the reports they had heard.

"We need someone who might know more about this," Tyrion said thoughtfully. "Let's call in Dante."

Jaime nodded in agreement. "If anyone can shed some light on this, it's him."

They contacted Dante, who, upon hearing the description over the communicator, seemed to suspect something immediately. He arrived shortly afterward, his curiosity piqued.

Dante entered the ward, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the creature. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "It's an actual Predator!"

Rambo's eyes widened in recognition. He remembered overhearing talks of that movie, and more specifically, seeing the comics in small town bookstores. "Predator," he murmured, the pieces falling into place.

All eyes turned to Dante, waiting for an explanation. The doctors, coroners, and scholars gathered around, eager to hear what he had to say.

Dante took a deep breath and began to explain. "Predators are the apex hunters of the universe, according to the movies and comics from mine and some other worlds. They're known for their advanced technology and formidable hunting skills. They often hunt sentient beings as a rite of passage. It's part of their culture."

He paused, making sure he had everyone's attention. "In the movies, they always appear on a relatively normal version of earth. , treating it as a hunting ground. They operate on a code of honor. If you're not a threat, or if you aid them against a common enemy, they can be reasoned with. But bear in mind, they have a tribal structure. They have kingdoms of sorts, but it's all based on tribes."

Tyrion leaned forward, his curiosity evident. "What about their technology? What makes them so dangerous?"

Dante nodded. "Their technology is highly advanced. They have cloaking devices, energy-based weapons, and an array of deadly traps. But it's their physical prowess combined with this technology that makes them truly formidable."

Jaime interjected. "You mentioned a code of honor. Does that mean they can be reasoned with?"

Dante considered this. "Yes, but it depends on the tribe and the individual. Some Predators are more honorable than others. There are different types, some bigger and more vicious, and they don't always operate by the same code."

One of the doctors, a scholar of alien biology, asked, "So, what do we do with this one?"

Dante glanced at the deceased poacher predator, its body secured but still imposing. He took a deep breath, thinking through the variables. "Even though it's dead, we need to be very careful. Predator blood is highly toxic. Direct contact can cause severe burns and other complications."

The doctor nodded, taking note of the warning. "We'll handle it with extreme caution."

Tyrion looked thoughtful. "We should also examine its technology. Understanding its equipment might help us prepare for any future encounters."

Jaime agreed. "We need to dismantle those weapons and study them. They could provide invaluable insights."

Dante continued, "Their cloaking devices and energy weapons are of particular interest. If we can reverse-engineer some of their technology, it might give us an edge."

Tyrion turned to Grey Worm. "We need to ensure the people of Naath are protected. This incident shows that our world is vulnerable to these kinds of threats. What measures can we take to safeguard the city?"

Grey Worm, still processing the gravity of the situation, replied, "We'll need to increase patrols and set up early warning systems. If these Predators can cloak themselves, we need ways to detect them. We also need to educate our people about the dangers."

Rambo, ever the practical soldier, added, "Training our forces to recognize and counteract their tactics will be crucial. We need to be prepared for the possibility of more encounters."

Hermes, who had been silent for a moment, spoke up. "We should also consider bringing in technological experts from other realms to set up sensors around the city walls to make sure that no other poachers will get the jump on us should we encounter another one."

Jaime looked at Dante. "And we should keep you close. Your knowledge of these creatures is invaluable."

Dante glanced back at the poacher predator's body, a frown creasing his forehead. "We can't just leave it in some ditch somewhere. We should put its remains under lock and key. Even though it was a poacher and broke their code, we need to collaborate with the Game Warden predator to ensure that its remains are dealt with according to their customs. This way, we can avoid a diplomatic incident should more of them show up in the future."

The group nodded in agreement.

"For now," Dante continued, "let's make sure none of its blood contaminates the spot where it was executed. I advise that everyone who cleans it up wears proper protection."

The medical team began carefully examining the poacher predator's body. They donned protective gear and used specialized tools to handle the toxic blood and advanced technology.

The atmosphere in the room was tense but focused. Everyone understood the importance of this moment. They were dealing with a threat unlike any they had faced before, and their response would set the tone for future encounters.

…

The Next Day…

The next day, the atmosphere in Naath was still tense, but they needed to get to the next step of business with their guest.

The poacher predator's body had been secured, and the medical team was continuing their careful examination. Meanwhile, the Game Warden predator was shown to his new quarters in the city.

His living space was modest but provided privacy and comfort. Grey Worm and Tyrion had ensured that the predator's dietary needs were met based on the list of items he had provided. The list included raw beef and various meats, aligning with his species' carnivorous diet.

Grey Worm and Tyrion entered the predator's quarters to lay down some ground rules and familiarize themselves with their new ally.

"Thank you for your cooperation," Grey Worm began. "We need to discuss some ground rules to ensure that your stay here is smooth and without incident."

The predator nodded, his mask translating his response. "I understand. I will respect your customs and laws."

Tyrion stepped forward, his tone diplomatic. "We appreciate that. First and foremost, Naath is a place of peace. We do not condone unnecessary violence. You will need to refrain from hunting within our city and its immediate surroundings."

The predator nodded. "I will comply."

Grey Worm continued, "We also need to familiarize you with some of our customs. This city is a melting pot of different beings from various realms, including some who look quite different from what you might be used to."

The predator tilted his head, listening intently.

Tyrion explained, "One group you should be aware of are the ghouls. They come from an irradiated world where they were exposed to radiation, which has given them a corpse-like appearance. Despite their looks, they are peaceful and valued members of our community."

Grey Worm added, "It's important that you understand their situation. They have faced a lot of prejudice and hardship in their world. Here, they are safe and respected."

The predator listened patiently, his eyes studying Grey Worm and Tyrion. "I appreciate the clarity. I will ensure that I do not cause any distress to them or any other inhabitants of your city."

Grey Worm could see the predator's genuine appreciation for the information. "Thank you. We want to make sure everyone feels safe and respected. If you have any needs or concerns, please don't hesitate to reach out to us."

The predator nodded. "I understand. Thank you for your hospitality."

Tyrion smiled, relieved by the predator's cooperative attitude. "We're glad to have you here. Together, we can ensure that Naath remains a place of peace and safety for all its inhabitants."

With that being said they decided to excuse themselves to give him time to process this new reality he's found himself in.

The predator sat in silence, processing the situation. He had always been on guard, ever vigilant, conditioned to see other beings as potential threats or prey. Yet here he was, in an unfamiliar world, being shown hospitality by beings who, in any other context, would have been his prey.

He felt a mix of confusion and unease. These humans, these beings, were showing him kindness and respect, despite knowing what his kin had done. The concept of hospitality was foreign to him, especially from humans, given the stories he had heard of past interactions with them.

In the dim light of his quarters, he leaned back, contemplating the day's events. He had expected hostility, suspicion, even violence. Instead, he was met with understanding and an earnest effort to communicate and respect his customs. It was unsettling in its own way, challenging his preconceived notions.

The predator's thoughts wandered to the acts of kindness he had experienced. Grey Worm and Tyrion had taken the time to explain their customs, ensuring he understood the significance of the ghouls and other beings in Naath. They had provided for his needs, ensuring he was comfortable and respected. It was an unusual feeling, this sense of gratitude.

As he sat there, he felt a shift within himself. He had come to this world as a hunter, driven by a code of honor and duty. Now, he found himself contemplating the possibility of cooperation, of building bridges instead of burning them. The kindness shown to him in his hour of need had given him much to think about.

The predator closed his eyes, letting the silence of his quarters envelop him. For the first time in a long while, he felt a spark of something he hadn't considered before. Perhaps he and his kin underestimated humanity, in this strange new world, there was a place for him beyond the hunt.

With these thoughts, he resolved to learn more about these beings who had shown him such unexpected kindness. Perhaps, in understanding them, he could find a new path, one that honored both his own code and the newfound respect he had discovered in Naath.