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2/8/2016 9:11:21 PM
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Upon entering your eyes are met with a blood bath. Soldiers mutilated beyond recognition. Most of them have holes blown through their heads, blood caked the walls. As you make your way through the complex you see only more gore, dismembered limbs sprawled across the floor, detached, smashed heads. Intestines ripped out of their bodies. You hear a heavy sigh behind you, and turn to see a man with brown, buzz cut hair. He was obviously a Federation soldier, and upon looking at you, he surprisingly wasn't scared, it was clear he's seen enough. His breath was labored, and you see a hole in his abdomen. He slowly lifts his head.
"Kill....m-me."
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The complex was much warmer inside, and so was all the gore. The scene was oddly familiar to Stalker, but he refused to believe it was from what he thought it was. He approached the pleading soldier and stared at him, recognizing that it begged for the relief of death. The Predator pitied the man and ended his life with a swift blow from his duel wrist blades. Stalker continued through the complex, interested to see if he would run into what had caused the gory scene.
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The gore only continued, and the further you make into the complex the more recent the murders seem to be.
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The Predator became more and more interested in what was responsible. Deep in his gut he felt like he knew what it was...
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Soon you turn to a corner to see a man. He wore Federation recruit armor, with a clean shaven face and bald head. He was breathing quickly and heavily, blood covered his body and face. He looked at you as his eyes widened and he started to tremble and scream. But not at you, what was behind you...
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He turned as his vision began to change. The temperatures changed as he laid his eyes upon it. Normally, he would struggle to realize what was there, but due to how close it was, the Predator knew. His wrist blades grew larger; his mandibles splitting open as he let out a threatened, angry roar at the beast.
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It was a Xenomorph, or as your race called them, Serpents. But it was different, more menacing. It was larger than any Serpent Warrior you've seen, equaling you in height. It stood upright, it's skeletal skin grey and matte black. It was a lot more bulky, muscular. It's teeth were larger than normal, yet not jutting his mouth out. It stares at you, and then, large, grey, long blades slowly protrude from its forearms. It's mouth opens to reveal the inner mouth as it roars.
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Even though he was at an obvious disadvantage without his gear, he couldn't resist the thought of slaying the serpent. It was its uniqueness and the challenge that got to the better of the Predator. He let out another roar and charged into the Xenomorph.
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Edited by Xeno: 2/8/2016 11:52:17 PMAs the Predator charged, the Xenomorph stabs it's blades into the Predators sides, then he shifts his weight and throws the Predator over him and into a wall. Although the wounds were painful, they weren't fatal.
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The Predator groans and leap upward off the wall and back towards the Xenomorph. His right wrist blade managed to slam into the deadly serpent's left leg, also not being fatal but still leaving a wound.
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It's blood sprayed onto the blade, corroding and dulling it. The cut in the Serpents leg healed gradually as if it wasn't even there. It almost seemed to smile, if a Serpent could smile. It leaps forward, close to the ground, as it kicks you and pins you to the wall. It's arm blade stabbed through your hand and his tail was wrapped around the other. It stared at you, as its mouth slowly opened to reveal the inner mouth, intent on ending the Yautjas life. [spoiler]nows the time for someone or thing to intervene.[/spoiler]
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Edited by FriedUpChicken: 2/9/2016 12:39:28 AMStalker shook violently attempting to break free, but it was no use. He growled and roared at the Xenomorph, as if he was insulting it. Just as he believed he was going to finally die, an explosion entered the room, followed by a series of bullets flying towards the two. Federation soldiers poured in, and some of them with Stalker's stolen gear.
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The Serpent immediately shrieked and charged, evading the bullets. The bullets that hit him deflected off his chitin. He impaled 2 soldiers at once, and changed into the enemy, cutting them down.
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The Predator rolled to his side before the bullets hit him. His hand ached but he ignored it as he got up and charged at each Fed agent that had a piece of his gear.
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The Xenomorph whipped it's tail around, killing a few with blunt force. He grabbed another by the throat, as his inner mouth ripped through his skull.
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Two Feds shot at Stalker. As the bullets pierced into him, he growled and aggressively fought through the two. The agents soon realized they were outmatched and began to fall back, but not before one of them impaled Stalker in the chest with his own ritual knife. This angered the Predator even more and in response he grabbed the agent and threw him out of one of the glass windows. The troops successfully retreated, and Stalker managed to kill the ones with his gear.
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The Serpent, covered in human blood, stares at Stalker, although not attacking.
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The Predator stared back, tempted to quickly re-arm his slightly damaged plasma caster.
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The Serpent suddenly shrieked and spit acid in your direction. But it flies past your face as you hear screams behind you. You turn to see a Fed, face covered in acid, convulsing on the ground. He had a knife in his hand, he was going to kill you if it wasn't for the Serpent...
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The Predator turned to look at the now deceased fed, and then back at the Serpent. He was more than shocked that it wasn't charging at him, but he remained cautious as he slowly grabbed his plasma caster.
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[spoiler]not sure where to go with this....[/spoiler] The Serpent growls slightly as he reached for the Plasma Caster.
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He grabbed it and analyzed it. It had barely been tinkered with, but would take some time to readjust. He recovered his net launcher and his bio-mask. Before putting his mask on, he yanked out his ritual blade from his own chest. His neon green blood dripped from his chest as he let out a painful grunt. The Predator then put his mask back on and immediately had better vision, but certainly not the best. He turned to face the Serpent once more, curious of how different it seemed to be from that of a normal one.
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The Serpent stayed motionless, staring.
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Stalker slowly approached the Xenomorph with his wrist blades holstered but ready to be used. He was curious to see if it would attack him, and if it didn't, perhaps they could benefit each other. The Predator had slain several serpents before, even helped slay a queen. But as much as he hated to admit, he knew that he wouldn't leave the city without help.
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It continues to stare. Then you realize something, if this was a real Xenomorph, loyal to his queen, why isn't this place infested?
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The idea of a rogue serpent troubled him, but also fascinated him. Xenomorphs were the ultimate hunting game. But Stalker would have to put that aside in order to escape the city alive. He yanked the skull out from a dead federal agent and held it out to the serpent, as a sign of temporary truce. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
