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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 3, 2005 22:09:26 GMT -5
I am a huge fan of Aliens, Predators and everything in between... You can be Predator, Alien or human. The plot line is that the Predators are hunting down escaped Aliens to prevent Earth, one of their favorite hunting grounds, from being over-run by the beasts. I will be using the Predator language, but I'll give definitions of the words. If you are curious, google 'Yautja language" and several good sites with all the words that I will use listed with definitions. Yeah.
A lone figure crouched on a broad ledge projecting out from a large, old brick building. Though vaguely human in shape, no human ever grew so large. It shifted slightly, the faint light from the street lamps defining its figure, revealing it to be female. A nine-foot, heavily muscled female. She was clad in black armor, ornately etched in faint swirls and geometric patterns. A twisting, scarlet insignia was emblazoned on the chest plate. The mask that covered the creature's face was that of a fearsome, stylized, insect-like beast. Long, dark gray dreadlocks spilled from underneath the mask, swinging to her waist. The skin visible under the armor and netting was a rich golden brown, freckled with darker brown. It was cut and slashed with numerous scars, many faint with age. She slowly flexed and extended the fingers on her right hand, though the way the light gleamed off them, they had to be metal. Her right arm looked as if it wore a shining silver gauntlet almost all the way to the elbow. It was not a glove, however, but a marvelously crafted prosthetic limb. Hidden beneath the mask were hot orange eyes and four insect-like mandibles. The creature's name was M'yin-de and she was a Predator or Yautja as they called themselves.
Her eyes quested the shadows between buildings, searched the rooftops and other ledges like her own perch. The darkness did not matter to her though, she saw in infrared, painting her world in various bright hues. She searched for her fellow hunters that she was leading and for their prey. M'yin-de pressed her back against the brick, which still retained a small amount of the sun's heat. It felt good. Her kind were heat-lovers and the night was chilly, despite that fact that it was a hot summer on the ooman's world, Earth. She would not turn on the thermal regulating netting suit. She was not some Newly-Blooded warrior, to depend on her armor, to be weak. Despite her disdain for those that could not endure less than ideal hunt conditions, M'yin-de did wish that she would receive the signal from the others.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 4, 2005 0:09:51 GMT -5
(oh! Aliens! Fun ^^. Never seen Alien versus Predetor, though we might have it on DVD ) The stick like figure walked with an uneasy sense that it was going to fall over any minute. Not usually does one almost have their leg ripped off. The figure held its left arm in the right, wimpering softly. Spiked lavender hair glinted in the moonlight along with eyes that moved quickly. They were slitted, like a cat's, and the irises were a sea green with a white circle around the slitted pupil. The figure suddenly fell, a painfull unhuman cry escaping it's throat. It echoed through the city. The figure was no human, this was certain. The body was a horrible gray color, like it was sick or something and at the middle of the thigh of its leg, black liquid was excaping from the wound. Everything on the thigh except the bone had been ripped off. The figure was surprised it had gone this far without falling. It suddenly stopped screaming and held its leg, biting its lip with pointed teeth. The teeth were the color of tarnished cold and drew more black liquid as it bit its lip. Its gray body was wearing a green sort of cloth, from the middle of the thigy to above the breast bone. It was small, like a child it seemed. It sat up, sea green tears escaping its eyes. It wimpered again and held its leg tightly. "If I don't..." The creature began to speak through its gold teeth. "Tear it off, it might never grow back...." Suddenly the creature grabbed its leg roughly and pulled, a snap being heard and another unhuman painfull scream. It lied there, seemingly crippled, now that a leg was torn off and left at its side. But already, as if by magic, the leg was mending itself growing the bone back slowly and the nerves and mucles and skin which made the figure scream all the more louder. It tried not to scream but the pain was too much. The Yautja were going to hear her screams and kill her if the leg did not grow back faster.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 9, 2005 3:13:59 GMT -5
((Yay! Someone joined! ;D I gotta stop doing my little abscences from the computer world. >.<))
A faint scream reached M'yin-de's ears. She froze and twitched her upper right mandible. Immidiately, the scream replayed, and a wavering line appeared on the edge of her vision, marking the scream for her to analyze. She listened to it a few more times, memorizing it, then gestured to her warriors, telling them to remain as they were. The aged warrior checked her cloaking device, placed her right hand on the ledge and dropped off the side of the building, plummeting two stories to the ground. She landed lightly, just barely missing a garbage can. Shooting it a venomous glare, she broke into a run, darting from shadow to shadow. Despite her cloaking device, she would not take the chance of being seen. M'yin-de had learned long ago that to be careless got you hurt; her prosthetic arm proved that.
She stopped several minutes later, touching a pool of cooling liquid gingerly with a claw and bringing it up to the filters on the front of her mask. M'yin-de clicked her mandibles in curiosity; she didn't recognize the scent. This creature was wounded, but by what? She had not given out an order to her warriors that let them hunt; they were to wait until either she or, if she was not there, her second in command allowed them. Oomans were not supposed to take notice of them this time. This was supposed to be a quick mission and as clean as possible. Kill the Kainde Amedha(translates as Hard Meat, Alien), protect their hunting grounds. She sighed and stood with a grunt. Obviously, this was not going to be as easy as she thought.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 9, 2005 20:24:02 GMT -5
She had stopped screaming, finally but lied on her back, her good leg was in an arched position as the one that was still growing back the essential nerve and muscle, shook slightly. She whimpered but soon forced herself into a sitting position. Her old leg that she had torn off still lied beside her and her gray face shadowed over with a look of horror. If they found it, they could use it as a sort of voodoo, at least that's what her culture believed. She quickly stood, wincing then testing out her new leg by arching it and letting it stretch out then gathered up her remains and ran to the other side of the roof, dumping the leg into the street below then jumping down and opened a sort of manhole and threw her old leg back down into it. She smiled a little at her genius. Now no voodoo shall be cast upon her. She closed to manhole and stood up, looking around then backing into an alley. "They left me here..." She whispered. She had been on this planet for a long time now, and her family hadn't come back for her. Pharren rubbed her eyes sleepily then looked around once again. This planet wasn't meant for her. It was dark...and wet. Like some horrible shadow had fallen over it. "I don't want to be here." She said shaking her head. "Its scary! Pharren wants to go home now!"
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 10, 2005 3:28:00 GMT -5
M'yin-de paused, panting slightly, to regain her bearings. The faint blood-trail was gone. But, she could track other ways than by blood. She bent, peering at the ground, searching for faint tracks in the dust of the pavement. She spread her upper mandibles into a smile and clicked them; she had located the most recent tracks. Standing up, she resumed her pursuit.
The Yautja female scaled a building, claws easily hooking into crevices in the crumbling brick. She disliked having to creep upon the ground like an ooman; she felt better higher up. Most Yautja did. It was because her kind had evolved partially in the trees of the Homeworld, hence the talons. M'yin-de could climb now because she felt that she was close enough to her quarry now to see it, whatever it was. The female reached the top and pulled herself over with a grunt. She rotated her right shoulder, feeling a faint ache in the joint, caused by the injury that robbed her of her arm. M'yin-de scowled, disliking anything that reminded her she was getting older. She leant over the edge of the roof, scanning the street below. A lone figure, huddled in an alley. It could be a low-status ooman, sleeping off its drunkeness or drug induced haze and she almost passed it by, but after further examination, she decided that the heat signature was different. Perhaps this was the elusive quarry she sought?
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 10, 2005 10:58:09 GMT -5
Pharren sat against the alley wall. All she new about this planet, where is smelled of burning chemicals and foliage, was that the Yautja hunted here. "We were supposed to stay away..." Pharren murmured, shakily. This planet was too cold for her liking. Her home planet was nice and warm. Always comfortable. She rubbed her new leg. She only had to do something like that once in her life, and that was when she was little and her finger was bitten. To prevent infection, her mother had broken the finger off and it grew back within a day. Now that she was older, things went much faster. She thought back to how she had hurt her leg in the first place. They had landed on the planet, only to fix something on the ship which was essential to get back home but would only take a couple earth minutes. She had strayed too far and when she came back to where the ship was it was taking off and the large pointy metalic rods that circled all the way around it, took her leg and cut it all the way around.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 10, 2005 14:48:35 GMT -5
M'yin-de slowly placed one foot on the fire escape, gently testing its strength. She froze as it creaked. Nope. Too flimsy for her. She glanced at the figure below. It shifted, but hopefully, it hadn't heard her in her clumsyness. Instead of descending directly into the alley, M'yin-de began climbing down the wall around the corner, risking some ooman seeing her wavering form, but it was better than having to track the creature again. The oomans were stupid and rarely beleived their own eyes. They would blame her on heat rising from the ground, despite the fact she was moving downwards or on a spirit of the dead.
The Elder warrior reached the ground and paused, debating whether she should just walk around the corner uncloaked or stalk up close so that when she did uncloak, there would be no chance for it to escape if it tried. Reaching back, M'yin-de grabbed her naginata, the weapon most prized by the Yautja. It was so special because it was completely resistant to Kainde Amedha blood, the blade at the top could be detatched into two short, curved swords and unlike any other weapon, had a cloaking device of its own, allowing it to be fully extended and hidden. She extended it, switched on the cloaking device and walked around the corner, stalking close.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 10, 2005 15:01:16 GMT -5
Pharren watched the street with wide eyes, hoping that by some sort of force, her family would come back for her. They must have noticed she was gone by now, right? Pharren shook her head and rubbed the back of her long gray neck. "Ghosts wander this planet." She murmured to herself. She was sure anything and everything was watching her. She ran her forked tongue over gold fangs and blinked. Either ghosts...or Yautja. She thought to herself. She stood up. "Pharren wants to go home!" She yelled to the sky once again. "Pharren is scared! Stop scaring Pharren! Joke over now! Pharren is not amused!" She wiped the now invisible tears from her eyes and stared at the sky. "No fair! Stop scaring Pharren!" She yelled again. She let out her family's call, a mix of a cry and a growl.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 10, 2005 15:11:01 GMT -5
The creature before her began crying and wailing. It, she, was young. The Yautja were forbidden from killing youngsters. This one was in distress. M'yin-de was very protective of those who could not help themselves. She still helped and protected her own children, despite the fact that her oldest was an adult. Many other Elders thought that was a weakness and mocked her for it, but she didn't care. She showed them how wrong they were in the kehrite(arena). They usually licked their wounds for a week after. The female uncloaked and retracted her naginata.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 10, 2005 15:18:35 GMT -5
Pharren continued to cry into her clawed gray hands and rubbed her eyes. "Lou-dte Kalei!" She yelled. (I don't know if that is what she should call her mother or if its even anything like that but...) Pharren sat down again, her lanky legs folding themselves under her. "They aren't coming for me..." She murmured to herself. "They're scared to come back for me." Pharren heard many noises behind her but she was afraid to look around any longer. "Why didn't I stay in the ship?" She muttered to herself, cursing softly.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 10, 2005 15:32:01 GMT -5
M'yin-de was shocked at the creature's language. Wherever did she learn such colorful language? she thought to herself. Lou'dte-kalei indeed. A small amused grin played upon her mandibles. M'yin-de took a step forwards, and paused. Should she really be doing this? For all M'yin-de knew, the rogue Kainde Amedha had been found and her warriors were too busy engaging them to send her a transmission. She did not want to lose any warriors because of carelessness. No. she told herself firmly. I am here, my warriors should be able to take care of themselves and I am c'jit(damn) well going to do this! She didn't quite know what to say and clicked her mandibles absently as she debated what language to address the creature in.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 10, 2005 15:40:31 GMT -5
Pharren was restless and stood up again. She sniffed slightly then carefully and slowly went into the street. Her lavendar hair was flat against her head now, instead of spiked up as it had been before. It reached the middle of her long back. The claws on her feet clicked against the cold pavement as she wandered around the street. "Yautja could be hiding anywhere." She decided. There was really no place for her to hide. She wondered if this evil shadowed planet would ever be light or warm. The Yautja probably made it this shadowed. Her mother had spoken to all of the children about their enemies and taught them how to communicate with them if they ever saw them, heavens forbid. She clicked her tongue, trying to figure out what to do still.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 10, 2005 16:35:13 GMT -5
M'yin-de raised her brows in surprise as the creature began walking away. "Child?" she growled in Yautian, then repeated herself in accented English. She hoped that the strange youngster knew one of those languages, since she hated relying on the awkward translator in her mask. She began walking swiftly forwards, forgetting the naginata held in her hand. "Child? Who are you? Where did you come from?"
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 10, 2005 16:55:54 GMT -5
Pharren quickly turned then seeing the Yautja, her sea green eyes widened and she backed up. She understood many languages, it was her culture. She understood both Yautian and English and she said back in Yautian, "No one!" The tears started to come down her slender face again as she continued to back off. Here, I am no one. She thought confidently yet, sadly. I am no one and I come from no where.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 12, 2005 13:02:47 GMT -5
She spoke Yautian! Now that was a surprise! Few creatures did and she had ony tried it because it was one of the few languages she knew. M'yin-de suddenly remembered her weapon and put it back. She began walking towards the fleeing creature, raising her hands palm up to show she was not a threat. "I will not hurt you. Stop. Please." M'yin-de hesitated a moment before reaching up and disconnecting the wires that connected her mask to the electronics in her armor, pulling out the hoses that supplied her air and held the mask on. With a hiss, the last hose came free and she removed it, hanging the metal thing on her belt. She hoped that seeing her face, fearsome as it was, would calm the creature and make her understand she was not dangerous. M'yin-de drew in a raspy breath, the thin, dry air filling her lungs. She could survive on it for a time, even maintain her level of activity for a few hours before she had to slow down. "I will not hurt you. Who are you? How did you get here?"
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