Fast Food Upset Tummy! Yautja-tartar anyone? Before the Lights Go Out

Disclaimer: don’t own aliens, predator, etc. except the obvious characters created by me and the voices in my head :P j/k R&R if u like or feel u’d like to beat me in disgust :P Chapter 1: She had just been another failed experiment, just another byproduct of scientific greed. She knew exactly what she was; deep down she reached into her memories—or more specifically her genetic memory. Head and eyes rolling back she let the memories of countless generations flood over her not even noticing the rain steadily getting worse. The storm above her head never truly abated as the planet she was on, been abandoned on anyways, was filled with water drenching storms. The humid forests surrounded her in every direction, and within those deeps were other abandoned subjects. Dark and sleek shapes moved all around her. She watched with eyes too keen for a human as they ran along to do the bidding of their Queen. One stopped, turning its head to face directly at her. She just stared it down knowing full well that if it were stupid enough to try and kill her she would easily take it down. Most of the hive knew her presence and gave her a wide birth. She smelt like one of their own and if she took down a few drones here and there they didn’t take any notice. She was hungry. Shaking her wet hair she baited the xeno to approach her, hopefully her dinner would come to her and she wouldn’t need to run it down. Though she was the lion to this gazelle it gave her very rare pleasure to have to run miles upon miles just for a meal. In the beginning when they all gained their freedom she had run and run like never before. But not before she had tore through the soft flesh of the humans that had put her in those cages for all of her waking life. Poked and prodded her, starved her, hurt her and finally tried to kill her. They had made her. And she, like the dog beaten one too many times, had taken her revenge in their hour of need. Siding with the xenos, who welcomed her as just another drone, she had killed until no one was left except those the hive had taken for host flesh. The scientists had taken the three known intelligent races: Human, Predator, and Xenomorph, making her the best of all three species. If that wasn’t enough they had woven into her genetic make-up the most deadliest of species of animals native to Earth as well as other planets. Tall and sleek, bones hollow like a bird’s; yes she was the perfect counter to the xeno infection. She was able to track them without even trying and even had the same acidic blood. Her carnivorous nature, her brute strength, and hunter abilities, revealed the Predator in her. Her sentience and overall mental and physical attributes were close to that of a human. It seems she would have to chase tonight and work for her dinner as the xeno slowly began to return to it’s duties elsewhere. Crouching forward on all fours like some giant wildcat she sprung upon the unsuspecting xenomorph, making it squeal in surprise. Turning around confused it bared its teeth. She dug her talons into the wet ground and let out a deafening bird-like screech. Pouncing forward she wrestled the creature to the ground, each giving each other scratches and screams of fury. Finally she stopped wasting her time and with one thrust of her palm up on its chin tore the head clean of the body. The rest of the body hit the mud with a loud thud. Hungrily she tore at its flesh eating until nothing but a shell was left. Dripping with xenomorph blood, she let the heavy rain wash away all trace of her meal. Letting herself stand to her full height of around 7 and half feet, she stretched. Cracking her neck she let her face once again face towards the sky. Night would be over soon, and though she had nothing to fear in this forest she knew it would be a good idea to get some rest. As it was only she and the xenos on this planet—she had a plethora of time and a virtual supermarket full of fresh xeno flesh constantly expanding. She let herself smile, her fangs showing briefly in the growing light of false dawn. At least the scientists hadn’t left her to starve. She jumped from branch to branch silently like a breeze off the leaves, just as quickly come and gone. Finally reaching the dry cave she called home, she lay down, watching the light of the sun touch everything in the dense forest. She almost let her eyes close when she heard a familiar sound. A ship. She let a snort escape her lips, must be another Predator looking for a good time. Getting up she watched it arch in the sky, and land not too far. Clicking her claws upon the stone she noticed the rain had stopped. Tensing her leg muscles she jump 30 feet straight up to the nearest tree only a few leaves releasing rain upon impact. Within 20 minutes she sat in a tree overlooking the Predator singleship. Only one? She thought. This one must be a truly idiotic fool to come to this xeno-infested planet that had already claimed the lives of 5 before him. An evil look danced in her eyes as she remembered the 4 that she had killed and consumed. Only one was killed by the actual xenomorphs it came to hunt. She had let them take that one away to be host flesh since she did not want to fight the entire hive over one meal, no matter how delicious. Though she preferred the xeno’s spicy flavor (or burning acid to other less appreciative tongues) she did enjoy the heavy glowing flesh of the Predators. Dipping once again into her genetic knowledge she listened closely for perhaps any speech or language of these beings. Ah yes, there it was, the Yautja they were called. What an interesting clicking language—somewhat difficult with her given body but doable, and also understandable. She followed and watched this Yautja warrior dipping frequently into her memories until she fully understood the species as seen from whoever her Yautja “donors” were. Never before had she so frequently inquired about a species she considered as good as food, but so many times they had come even when they kept dying—it made her curious as to why. This apparently seasoned warrior sensed there was something amiss and she stood stock still as it scanned the area. Even though she was high in the canopy and her body gave off almost no heat when she went into “hunting mode”, she still knew these predators could be dangerous. It continued on getting visibly frustrated at the total lack of kainde-amedha on a supposedly overrun planet. Brushing back a tangled lock of now long hair, she knew that the reason there were no xenos was her presence. She decided to see how this one faired in a fight, and backed off a good distance from him. Slowly her eyes caught the movement of drones cautiously approaching from all directions. If kainde-amedha is what he wants, she laughed to her self, then kainde-amedha is what he gets. In five minutes flat the warrior was already being overwhelmed from all sides, his plasma cannon shooting wildly in every direction. She debated whether she wanted another heavy meal after eating that xeno earlier and then with a jump down from the sky-brushing canopy, she raced forward. Who really could turn down a free meal that just walks onto your plate? Beating back some of the xenos trying to take him off and make host flesh of him, she grabbed him by his ankles and threw him over her shoulder. Incredibly insulted, not only from his idiocy of being overwhelmed by hard meat, but now being carried like a child over the shoulder of some mud covered thing the Yautja warrior roared his fury kicking and squirming. To his surprise no matter how hard he hit the thing carrying him it didn’t even flinch, something made him think this wasn’t a rescue.