Striker looked at the Xenomorph Warrior before him. He was not with his cousin as the two had split off. In Striker's hand was a metallic spear. His father Bone Viper quite skilled with the spear. So skilled in fact that he killed a Xenomorph Queen with a throw of his spear. It was something Striker found hard to believe until his father demonstrated a spear throw.
The Xenomorph Warrior rushed at Striker with a screech. Knowing the Xenomorph was alone, Striker aimed the spear. The Xenomorph came in close and Striker threw the spear. The spear missed as the Xenomorph dodged.
Striker took out another spear and rushed at the Xenomorph. He stabbed forward with his long reach and the Xenomorph swiped it away. It was expected of a Xenomorph warrior, they were quite experienced in battle after all.
Unfortunately for the Xenomorph Warrior, Striker was far physically stronger than it. With his overwhelming strength, Striker slammed the Xenomorph to the ground. He raised his fist and punched into the Xenomorph's mouth. Grabbing the Xenomorph's inner jaw, Striker pulled it out. Acid spewed from the Xenomorophs mouth.
Striker didn't care for his hand burning as he proceeded to rip out the Xenomorph skull. A victorious roar gushed out from Striker. He was finally blooded, his ancestors were proud, but most of all, he felt absolutely great. It was an intoxicating feeling. So intoxicating was the feeling that he wanted to fight a Xenomorph Queen head-on.
However, that would not do. He was not ready yet. Suppressing the intoxication, Striker thought of a smaller prey. A Praetorian would do. Yes, that's what he'd do, he'd kill a Praetorian. Without a doubt, it would be more impressive than anything his cousin could achieve.
Far away, Bone Feather looked at three Xenomorph Drones patrolling around. He activated two Shurikens and threw them. The two Shurikens each flew into the skull of a drone and killed them. The last Drone tried to react but it was already too late. Feather quickly activated another Shuriken and threw it into the Drone's skull.
He walked up to the corpse of the three drones and retrieved his Shurikens. It was an easy fight, far easier than he had expected. Nothing that truly surprised him since he had worked really hard to attain such skill level over the Shuriken.
His father once told him of a time he used multiple Shurikens to bring down a Queen Xenomorph. One day, Feather hoped to surpass his father. It was a big dream and one hard to achieve. The casualty rate of young bloods was quite high after all.
Vale and Allen walked through a silent forest. It was quiet, very quiet. The silence unnerved Vale while Allen was quite calm. As a synth, Allen didn't really fear anything.
A Facehugger looked at Allen from above a tree branch. It jumped down upon her. Allen looked up and quickly reacted. She swung her sniper rifle like a bat and slammed it into the Facebugger. The Facehugger fell lifelessly to the ground. As an advanced Synth, Allen had high strength and flexibility.
Vale was impressed at the sight. He looked at the Facehugger and stabbed it with his spear to make sure it was dead. The two continued moving on. Vale's heart beat rapidly. It would indeed have been a mistake to venture out from the ship alone. If it weren't for Allen, he was sure he'd be dead.
Allen rested her sniper rifle on her back and pulled out a metallic sword. Vale was shocked at the sight. How did she just pull out a sword and why?
"How and why did you pull out a sword?"
"As an advanced Synth, I have many combat programs through the data of people who are masters of their craft. One of the combat programs I have is sword-wielding. It would currently be more convenient for us right now if I used a sword instead of a sniper."
"Do you have another sword?"
"Yes, since I also have a combat program of duel-wielding."
"Good to know, any other combat program?"
"Yes, but that's classified information."
"Wasn't what you told me classified."
"It was, but you have already seen me draw this sword and I will be using it for whatever comes next so there's no need to hide it."
"Okay then..."
Tanya bathed under the warm sunlight and thinked. Her hive was stuck in the current situation. If they attacked the other hive, those advanced aliens would show up to stop them. If they attacked the humans, they would face heavy losses. What to do, what to do?
Could she perhaps scheme against those aliens and kill them? Most definitely she could. But who's to say more of them won't show up or they won't just blast her with their spaceship? Truly, she was stuck in the situation.
The humans at the fallen spaceship most definitely have valuable information. From what she gleaned from the hosts her hive caught, humanity was currently already exploring the stars.
Tanya's sight became clear, the human spaceship was what she needed to focus on. As for sacrifices, did she care? Most definitely not. Using hostages should get those humans at the spaceship worked up.
A Drone came up to Tanya and hissed. Tanya immediately understood, two of those advanced aliens were attacking the hive. Getting up, Tanya thought of what to do if she had to deal with them.
The Drone ran and Tanya followed. Were the aliens just culling their numbers? It was most likely so or they would have sent more. Maybe it was just those two aliens piloting the spaceship but that seemed unlikely. Tanya desperately needed more information before she could act. Hopefully, she can successfully obtain the information she needs from the human spaceship. If she couldn't, she'd have to think of other ways.