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由FriedUpChicken编辑：
2/8/2016 6:12:46 PM
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[i]Nothing but white. That's all he could see. Millions of rain drops hitting the ground per second; smoke filing into the moist atmosphere; slight glow effects coming from within the stomach of the sad city. Said city had recently been sieged by the Federation for reasons unknown to the Predator. All he was concerned about was his stolen gear that the Federation managed to snatch from the Predator shortly after he made contact with the planet.[/i]
His eyes opened and in response he immediately shielded them with his arm. He uplifted himself, hardly able to see a single thing. The rain around him nearly blinding him was frustrating for Stalker. His vision was difficult to use as the rain itself was cold. After several minutes of recollecting his thoughts, he managed to regain focus on his mission. He observed himself, noticing that all he had on him were his duel wrist blades and his ritual armor. The vengeful Predator headed out into the dark, abandoned streets and noticed several large skyscrapers; one of which was humongous and slightly hung over the city. He noticed what looked like to be Federation attack ship flying towards the largest building.
[i]The rain slid across his face as he let out an angry roar that echoed throughout the streets. If any enemies were nearby, he wanted them to be fearful.[/i]
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由FriedUpChicken编辑： 2/8/2016 6:12:58 PMThrough hours of sneaking throughout the city, Stalker finally reached the colossal building. Its entrance wasn't guarded in anyway whatsoever; the entire building looked abandoned. The Predator's vision may have been off, but he knew that whomever had stolen his gear was somewhere inside. He activated his wrist blades and entered, preparing himself for [i]almost[/i] anything... (Now open to Bender)
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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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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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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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由FriedUpChicken编辑： 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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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 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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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.
