berserkerelite
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Hi again, havent updated this story because it went badly, awful grammer, dreadful spelling, and a very distinct lack of detail. so i have re written it as best i can this is only the begining peice of " ALIENS vs PREDATOR, hunters moon"
Long ago, on the predator homeworld, a clan consisting of four was formed only the greatest known hunters were allowed in, they went on many hunts, but on one big one they found a young Yautja, fighting with a Xenomorph armed with only wristblades, they stood back and watched the youngling being injured, taking many wounds, but he surprised the clan by eventually rising up, holding the xenomorph head high in the air. They knew that this youngling was worthy. The clan elder knelt down, snapped the xenomorph finger off and marked the youngling with the clan mark. There was now a fifth member of the barakutu clan. The youngling was trained by the clan elder, at fifteen years of age; he earned his rank of elite. Over many years the other members were killed in great hunts, the final two the youngling and the elder were left behind. They fought a xenomorph queen, a long hard combat for them both; eventually the elder was stabbed through the chest, mortally wounding him. The elder gave two things to the youngling his spear and plasma caster. Then the elder died. The youngling was furious, he defeated the queen using the two weapons he had just been given. He grew angry over his teacher’s death and killed many other Yautja, becoming a fearsome badblood and yet, it was considered an honour to die by his hand. The others sent their clan champion fighters to try and kill him, but it was no use so they invited him into the society, a rare thing for them to do but they needed a strong hunter like this one to kill other bad bloods and oversee complex and dangerous hunts. Years later they got a distress beacon from a Youngblood group, soon enough the time came for the last barakutu hunter to go to earth.
i would also like to thank Giles for the help and advice he gave me on how to improve this story.
Long ago, on the predator homeworld, a clan consisting of four was formed only the greatest known hunters were allowed in, they went on many hunts, but on one big one they found a young Yautja, fighting with a Xenomorph armed with only wristblades, they stood back and watched the youngling being injured, taking many wounds, but he surprised the clan by eventually rising up, holding the xenomorph head high in the air. They knew that this youngling was worthy. The clan elder knelt down, snapped the xenomorph finger off and marked the youngling with the clan mark. There was now a fifth member of the barakutu clan. The youngling was trained by the clan elder, at fifteen years of age; he earned his rank of elite. Over many years the other members were killed in great hunts, the final two the youngling and the elder were left behind. They fought a xenomorph queen, a long hard combat for them both; eventually the elder was stabbed through the chest, mortally wounding him. The elder gave two things to the youngling his spear and plasma caster. Then the elder died. The youngling was furious, he defeated the queen using the two weapons he had just been given. He grew angry over his teacher’s death and killed many other Yautja, becoming a fearsome badblood and yet, it was considered an honour to die by his hand. The others sent their clan champion fighters to try and kill him, but it was no use so they invited him into the society, a rare thing for them to do but they needed a strong hunter like this one to kill other bad bloods and oversee complex and dangerous hunts. Years later they got a distress beacon from a Youngblood group, soon enough the time came for the last barakutu hunter to go to earth.
i would also like to thank Giles for the help and advice he gave me on how to improve this story.
