The plasma caster fired roaring forth its deadly charge and it struck the T-800 in the left portion of its chest. The robot staggered back, and hunckered down, its left arm clutching its chest. Then, slowly it straightened, and removed its hand to reveal a blackened and skinless but otehrwise undamaged chest plate. The T-800's hideous visage swiveled and locked onto the Black armored hunter again, and began its advance, now very mindful of the other weapons the creature might have. It immediately scanned the hunter as it advanced, detecting all its weaponery, as well as the likely damage and usage ratios that could occur in this battle at various times. The T-800 threw a fake punch and as the Predator brought up his gard the T-800 whipped the spear up and into action...

The hunter easily blocked and threw the weapon aside, he now appeared to be trying. His wrist blades popped out and he slashed at T-800 and was satisfied to see the robot stagger, and clutch its chest, two identical slash marks marred the metal suface. T-800 quickly saw this was not going to be as easy as he had first anticipated. He straightened, and lunged for the spear, and was surprised to see the hunter made no move to attack him.

He stood up, and faced him, again showing off his skills with the spear. suddenly, with blinding speed, the hunter yanked a disc from his belt and threw it full force at him. He quickly jumped high, and was startled to see it follow him! He ran this way and that trying to dodge, only bringing hideous laughter from his opponent. There was suddenly a mechanical whir and in a red blur the disc returned to the hunter's hand.

And then, with the same speed and dexterity as before, it yanked out a small, yellow object, with folded silver wings at its sides. There was a clicking sound and the wings burst open. The hunter let out another hideous burst of laughter and threw it as hard as it could, it landed squarely in his chest, the wings dug in, and it lay there suspended. Before he could yank it out, the hunter let out one last final round of laughter, and pushed a button on it's wrist computer.....

The T-800's internal nano-machines instantly sprang to life, and even as the hunter pressed the button the small micro-repairing units had ejected the foriegn object with great force. There was a short pause time between initiating the explosion, and the detonation actualy happening, time enough for the remote bomb to lodge into the hunter's throat, with a deafening roar the remote bomb exploded, and with it went the hunters head. It's ruined body, gushing green blood from the neck, slumped to the ground. The T-800 stood once agian. *Optional Objective Completed*, the robot continued down the tunnel towards the queen...

The explosive device detonated, a huge explosion engulphing the damaged T-800. The obsidian-clad Predator calmly walked towards his fallen foe, eager to claim the silvery skull as his next trophy. Crouching down to examine the remains, he found that the disk had indeed damaged the Terminator's midsection enough for the explosion to have blown it's legs and hips clear off it's torso. The last clumps of flesh that remained were smoldering, the fire having burned the majority of the Terminator down to it's robotic endoskeleton.



The Predator's keen sense of hearing suddenly picked up the sound of approaching footsteps. "A curse from all the Gods!" he thought bitterly. Activating his cloak, he took a few mighty leaps and was perched in a shadowed nook of the hive. Before his eyes a large number of humans approached, moving with a calculated grace and sense of purpose. The all weilded sophisticated armor and weaponry, and were soon accompanied by two large exosuits and an APC. These were not the Marine grunts he had hunted earlier, they were some different breed of human.The Predator hissed in annoyance...he was brave and fearsome, but not stupid. He would have his trophy though...he need only wait as a patient hunter should....

---Whoops! I guess me and Xenomorphmelt both were writing at the same time. Well, whoever responds next, use whichever you like best. I guess this has just become a choose your own adventure!---

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Commander Charles C. Baker poked his head out of the apc to observe his Synthetic troop. All his soldiers, besides the exosuit pilots, were synthetics. Suddenly they ground to a halt.

"What's going on?" He yelled over the din of machinery." A voice replied in his head phones, pressing the reciever and the ear piece closer, he listened.

"Sir, we have found an unidentified robotic object in the vicinity,it appears to be damaged and sensors confirm that it is scientifically unknown, your orders?" Came the hollow voice of a Combat Synthetic Baker let this new information sink in before responding.

"Retrieve it as intact as you can, i want it in good shape when the chief see's it, understood?"

"Affirmative." He waited there, tapping his foot in impatience. There was suddenly a loud comotion and faint sythetic voices of "Target locked." and "System failure."

"Damn!" he swore, slamming his fist on the hull. "Alright, all troops proceed forward, i want that squad out intact, do you get me?"

"We get you sir!" Came the exo pilots' response. He had a well designed squad, smartgunners and exosuits were in Alpha squad, Light infantry -which encluded faletrhowers, grenade launchers and pulse rifles- was delta squad. And the apc and escort was Beta squad.

"Alpha squad, stay close to beta, we don't want this apc getting trashed!" He sighed and ducked back in, just as a small yellow object flew in the hole, and as he closed the lid, th apc exploded in a fiery show of blood and scrap metal....

On a unmarked human ship not far from the planet that was under attack from the hunters, aliens and the unknown robots the captain recieved a message from HQ.

"Good morning Captain and how is it going?" the man on the Vid-com, a man in his mid 30 wearing sunglasses with a scar over his one eye, asked the captain.

"Cut the crap you old freak" the captain said and grabbed a chair and sat down on it infront of the Vid-com. "What you want?"

"You are really not the one to talk about old. Anyway the hunters have appeared on a planet not far from you."

"And you want me to bring us back a sample" the captain said smiling. "Let me guess you want the hart perhaps?"

"This bring me back a sample" the scared man said and switch the vid-com off.



The alien queen had found a new place for the hive and had already started to make herself at home. Already the drones where finding new hosts.



The hunters walked towards the human vehicle and where already collecting their prize already some had gone ahead to find their leader and more prey to hunt.

One predator stopped to gloat over a marine kill, he chuckeld, a deep horrifing sound. It was cut short however when the creature exploded in a shower of green gore. The other hunters whirled around to see the T-800 lurching drunkedly up again onto it's sparking legs, it was now in posession of a minigun and a grenade launcher, two weapons dropepd by unfortunate marines. Each heavy weapon could be held easily in a hand of the now almost completely metallic robot. It's chest was blown wide open revealing sparking circuts. The head of the T-800 dipped slightly and the glow of it's red eyes only served to accentuate the hideous perpetual smile his completely revealed jaws gave. With a whir of the mini-gun and the click of a grenade chambering the carnage began in full. Each of the predators only managed a few running steps before they were cut down, or blown into oblivion. After the last hunter painted its surroundings flourescant green, The T-800 more thoroughly this time, scanned the room. When the search had been carried out to its specifications it turned and began removing smoking debris from the wreckage of the APC and EXO-suits to repair itself. When it had finished it stood in good working order with a few extra added bonuses and suprises. The task concerning the queen's destruction now on its electrical mind again....

The T-800 walked in the direction the queen had fled before stalking her, even now he could sence her somewhere on his planet, perhaps some of his new bonuses could come in usefull.





"What happened here?" a hunter asked when he returned to the other hunters but only found their dead pieces.



"This new prey is the ultimate prey a great pool of honour we shall drink off" another hunter said.



"But we should be carefull this new prey is quite deadly," the third and last hunter said. "We should not attemp a full on attack but slowly try and damage it."



"Then we shall go and find this ultimate prey," the first hunter said taking on the role of leader. "and then we shall have much honour in its metal skull."

In the cargo bay of the Red dragon -the ship to collect a "sample" of one of the hunters- A group of two mercenarys stood idly waiting for oreders.

"So, which division were you in?" One of them asked the "new guy"

"No where." He mumbled.

"No where, c'mon man, it can't be that bad, i killed my supierior officer, just coz he was an ass!" He hissed back at him.

"How much you wanna bet it was that bad?" He growled back. The other mercenary -Jeff by name- yanked out his wallet, he always had a gambling prbolem.

"I'll take you bet." He stated bluntly. The other sighed, and waved his hand.

"put yer money away, if you really wanna know, i was a test subject in a lab. They did all this weird stuff to me, and for no apparent reason, one day i just blew, and killed everone in the complex, EVERYONE!" He sighed and turned. "And i know what we're up against, i fought with em before." Jeff coughed on his coffe.

"What the hell you mean you fought with em before?" Suddenly with startling quickness two identical blades were pointed toward his face. He looked and saw that they were from the guys wrist. "What the hell are you?" He whimpered.

"Yautja." He said stabbing the man in the gut. "I am Acawinta, warrior of the sun god, and you, are a defiler!" Jrff stared in horror as some of the creatures appeared around him, and so did a red haired woman, dressed like they were. He gurgled and lay dead.

"The place is secure Clan leader." Clicked one of the hunters.

"Good, very good." Acawinta clicked back.

note acawinta belongs to me, and so does the sun god idea, all rights reserved.. and pls, do not let acawinta or the red-head woman die... im prolly gonna put this in Yautja boy.

"Sir somehow a cloaked hunter ship has connected to the Red Dragon" a pilot told the captain. "Hunters might have snuck onto the ship."

"Yes, I know" the captain said and looked a vid-screen that showed the Cargo bay and the now dead Jeff.

"Sir what are we going to do?" the pilot asked.

"Nothing, we will land soon then they will lead us to the rest of the hunters" the captain said smiling. "I form the old man of the situation" added revering to the man with the scare he had talked to earlier, he was physically around 35 but he had been alive far longer then that.

"Yes, sir" the pilot said and immediate sent the decrypted message.



"The other hunters of the sun god will be here soon" one of the three remaining hunters said.

"You mean Acawinta, the human" another hunter said in hatred.” I will not allow that ooman to get the honour of the metal skull."

"Then we shall kill the ultimate prey before they arrive" the third hunters said and clicked in joy.



The T-800 walked towards the new hive after it killed the queen it would be able to complete its second objective...

Acawinta brushed past two chatting guards readying his wristblades.

"You see that?" One guard barked casually.

"What?" Came the other.

"That shimmer over there." He grunted pointing.

"I didn't see anything." Shrugging they continued down the hall. As they walked by Acawinta uncloaked and stepped out of the shadows.

"Excuse me gentlemen." He chimmed. They whirled startled.

"Where the hell did you come from?" One guard breathed.

"Same the place as these fellows." He said gestureing behind him. Suddenly there were many shimmering forms appearing from thin air. They both shriekd and dropped thier weapons, running down the hall. They stopped when they faced another hoard. They stopped in the center and gazed at the whooping and stomping mob. All the masked hunters roared and began to jibber, causing the hapless guards to quake in fear Acawinta smiled.

"Farewell, oomans." He said turning, he gave another gesture and walked on, he did not even hesitate when he heard the terrible screams of the guards. Christina -the red head- did. She turned and lookedwith pity at them, watching the Yautjas playing with them, stabbing here, and slashing there. She caught up to Acawinta.

"Was that truly neccisary?" She barked sternly. He whirled on her.

"I am the elder of this clan, i say what is neccisary and what is not!" His statement was answered with a sharp slap, as Christina stalked off. He sighed and continued his search for the deck.

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The queen hissed, her hive was growing well in this abandoned part of teh human flying hive, she now had DOUBLE the drones she orignally had. She purred her pleasure as another host was brought in. 'Soon.' she told herself. 'Soon.'





Rayne walked casually down the halls of the Red Dragon, Whistling as he went, he halted when a man appeared in front of him. He was tall, and quite well muscled, With long golden hair, and a large scar on his left arm caught his attention. He smiled and walked up to him.

"Morning, my name's Rayne Boterham, what's yo-" He gasped as a twin pair of blades appeared in his face.

"Where is the deck and captin?" The man growled.

"Down the hall to the left, oh please don't kill me please!" Rayne pleaded.

"Kill you? Where's the sport in that?" He chuckled as he raced off.

"Sport?" Rayne mumbled as he saw him run off.

The T-800 could sense them. The ship had registered on his internal radar long ago, as had the other hunters. He cared little about them. They were secondary objectives, the queen came first. After her termination he was free to dispatch with whatever was necessary. The robot kept a steady clip down the dank corriders of the hive-turned ship. To the common passerby his skeletal features and glowing red eyes, his weapons and his very manner suggested that he might be grim reaper, but the T-800 cared not. Gloating over his superiority and the fear he knew he caused his mortal foes, was not needed. It was not programmed because it was wastefull. Time better spent carrying out objectives. Just then a hatch he was passing blew wide open. The T-800 turned, and was greeted by a group of rowdy predators. The Red dragon and the adjoining hunter's craft had docked. The machine had felt their prescence nearing on radar. The hunters were preoccupied with slapping each other on the back and hyping each other up or the hunt. The T-800 gave of no heat, and was not even detected before he made a sound. By then the famialer whir of the mini-gun's battle cry had begun. A few preds managed to dive back down the corridors within the Red Dragon and the ran from the open port. Precise calculations were put forth for minimum ammo usage and maximum conservation as well as persision. 37 mini-gun rounds had been expended. An almost nonexistant fraction of the total amount of the depleted uranium slugs, but the difference was recorded nonetheless. 5 hunters lay dead. Each shot had found its mark. The T-800 wordlessly turned and began tromping down the long tunnel, throwing two proximity mines as it did so. They latched near the gaping entranceway. The queen was once again near...

"Come out captain!" Acawinta barked out when he kicked in the captain's office door. "Come out and play" he said again after seeing no one in the office.

Acawinta walked around the office when suddenly he saw the image on a vid-screen on the wall.

"He knew I was coming" Acawinta said seeing the image of himself walking down the corridor.

"Of course I did" the captain said and grabbed Acawinta around the neck lifting him up off the floor.

"Kill me now or you will regret it" Acawinta said trying to loosen the grip around his neck.

"Say goodnight," the captain said and with one punch knocked Acawinta out. "Your more use to me alive, boy."



The Red Dragon had landed right next to the alien hive, quite a mistake, and had allowed some of the aliens to sneak in along with the T-800 who roamed the corridors with three hunters following him.

"We should kill him now!" the one hunter whispered.

"With what? Blades are useless and burner dull against his skin" another hunter said.

"We shall follow it and wait. Its burner will run cold soon" the leader of the three said.



“Where is Acawinta?” Christina asked one of the hunters.

“Him go find leader of ship” the hunter growled and continued skinning his kills.

“I should go find him” Cristina told herself and walked towards the captain’s office.

“Foolish human” the hunter said when he heard a hissing from behind and looked around to see an hard meat, but before he could react his was stung by its venom and dragged away to the hive.

Christina was in charge during Acawinta's absense. She began barking commands and "rewarding" stragglers with a swift 'THWACK!'

"Heirias, locate Guan Thwei, i want him and his party to join us. Grenkai, i want you and four others to search the upper half of the ooman ship. Nekhar, you take four others and explore the lower half, the rest of you, go with Heirias." she watched them all go and stopped two of the females, Quinta -one of Acawinta's childhood friends- And her daughter, Ki'hanti.

"you two, come with me." The three females quickly covered the distance to teh main deck, adn soon discovered the whimpering Rayne.

"B-b-big." he kept studdering.

"What was big?" Christina said soothingly in english. He stared at her balnkly then began jibbering again. She sighed. He suddenly screamed and was dragged backwards, throught the vent he was leaning on. Quinta grunted.

"Old hard skin trick. Always Work on Oomans." Christina sighed again.

"Alright ladies, lets get to the deck, im sure we'll find him there." When they arrived, they found the place in perfect order, she walked into the office and was greeted with the same image as Acawinta was.

"They have him, assemble all the men! These Oomans have made war!"

"Why is our leader so interested in this old Ooman?" Ki'hanti inquired. Christina hesitated.

"Because he is the one, who killed great Acrindice." With that she stalked out of the room......



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The T-800 was aware of the following hunters. Their cloaks gave off electrical disturbances, as well as their weapons and equipment. Invisable to humans, they lit up like christmas trees when they were anywhere near the machine. The air had begun to change. The hive was close, his internal recpetors had picked up the atmosphere difference, methane levels were much higher. Rotting flesh was likely near as well. From what he knew of the hunters he suspected that their killing was a ritual, suggesting that they were looking for the highest honor, and therefore the most dangerous oponent they could find to kill. Statisticaly he was the most dangerous thing on this planet currently, indacating that the most likely course of action on hunters part, would be continued attacks upon the his personage. They would eventualy have to be confronted and terminated. The creatures were likely waiting for the robot to run out of ammunition for his mini-gun and grenade launcher, as well as the multiple otehr firearms he had stolen from the marines uncluding pulse rifles and flamethrowrs. He had other weapons hidden within him, but they unknown to his persuers. If this was the case, there were always other ways besides crushing the beasts to death that the machine could kill them. A full system check of the new and upgraded weapons the T-800 had, came back showing operations at optimum levels. Some of their technology had been incoperated in his repairs. Abundant weaponery had been left by the dead hunters, and the robot, never one to waste, had put them to good use. The queens chamber was less then 200 yards in a north westernly direction. Battle was near...

Raife know it…

He and his young hunter were standing on the not so high mountain.

-We shouldn’t do it, - said Tidate to Raife, standing still and looking to the enter of the hive, as his master.

-You are too young, don’t know much. I will protect the Queen.

-I don’t understand, master.

-This Queen is a…baby of my father. She is mine…The Black Warrior is alive, he could help us.

-I don’t see anything good in this.

-You wouldn’t. We are not alone here. Its gona be war. War between Yautja clans, between humans and what they had created. Here, Tidate, hunters become hunted.

-We should wait?

-We should…

(Geez you guys, a new poster steps up and nobody replies for a week)



"Destanation approaching..." The alert was present and running through the T-800's circut filled computing system. The weapons were readied, to begin with, dual mounted pulse rifles on the right arm, and the minigun gripped in his left hand. The metal that made up his protective endoskeleton was acid resitant, and was made impervious to the corrosive fluid by the upgrades he had recieved after pillaging both the marine's and the hunter's technologies. The internal motion tracker rang up. It pinged movement 100 feet ahead, 90, 80, 70 and closing... They weren't moving toward him, but he toward them. Because of his lack of pheremones he wouldn't be noticed until it was too late, and even then he would be very difficult to see. He kept concious the location of the hutners as well. The most logical course of action on their part at this period in time would be to wait until the robot became embroiled in battle, and then attack while it was hardest for the machine to defend itself. One last internal systems check showed optimal performance on all levels, and with that he sent forth the electrical impulses that cocked a grenade round into each of his pulse rifle's lower chambers. The whir of the roatery barraled mini-gun already begining once again as the deadly machine's first metallic foot stepped into the new hive.