Dropthehammer
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Little background, I'm designing my first pred suit and I've been running into mental road blocks. I want to go unique and having no art background or cosplay experience this is all new to me. So to orient and order my ideas I've started writing a story about him. Giving him life this way makes it easier for me. So I thought I'd share.
Keep in mind please, I have NO writing experience so bear with me.
Chapter 1
It was quiet on the ship. The only sound a faint hum as the engine steadily powered the hunt ship through the lone of space. Inside the darkened corridors deep within the ship the training room sat empty except for a lone figure preparing himself for the all-too-familiar routine. He's not the largest Hunter by his clan standards. At nearly 7 foot he was average with muscular shoulders and a wide chest. He was however accomplished, his carved tusks spoke of his pain tolerance and his passage into the elite. The scars that adorned his face were stand alone testaments to his battles. He is in all meaning, a male not to be challenged. He sat now in the training room preparing his mind and body for the greatest hunt he has ever done. He needs to be ready.
With a burst of speed and strength he simultaneously jumped to his feet thrusting the spear in a flawless motion, that only a heartbeat ago lay across his lap. With a practiced and honed hand he thrust the tip of the spear through the imaginary head of his prey. Quickly ducking a shoulder blow, he sank to a crouch and with merciless speed and accuracy, thrusted the deadly tip through the jaw and out the crown of his unseen preys head.
The spear has served him well. Claimed after he had dispatched a weaker, inferior Hunter. This was his prize, and it never left his side. forged from the tail and spine of a serpent the black spear was nearly 6 foot. The size was fixed, not being machined it could not retract. However this also made it stronger and better he thought. The deadly tip ended in 3 points with the serpent tip being the middle and he adding his own blades to flank it. This would make the weapon much deadlier. The wound would prevent easy mending and require extensive work. Which made it all the easier to track and finish the hunt. If the prey ever managed to flee. But he knew that the prey he was hunting would never flee, it would never admit defeat it would kill him if even given the slightest chance. Then again, neither would he.
Leaving the training room he made his way to the piloting station. With a soundless, fluid stride he crossed the metal grates that connect the separate sections of the ship. Stopping repeatedly to quietly listen and study his surroundings. Despite taking off alone on the ship he had learned long ago that there is no Safe haven. Hunters like himself were always cautious. Young bloods eager to prove themselves would claim his head if even given the slightest chance, even within his own clan. Of course these actions were always forbidden, but there are always those who test boundaries. Crossing the ship he passed the trophy room as paused. Admiring his collection over the cycles. Skull and weapons of kinds and sorts seldom seen by even the most traveled hunters. A trophy room an elder would grovel for.
Reaching the control station he effortlessly hoisted himself into the fitted seat and checked his course and heading. Feeling satisfied, he was about to leave and rest but something caught his eye. On the long range finder a reading was showing. Extending a clawed hand he entered a command and a holographic display of the reading materialized. The soft red glow illuminated the hunter, accenting his scarred face and casting ominous shadows across the cockpit.
A Hive transport was displayed. The ships were common in deep space as clans were routinely transporting serpent Queens to more fertile hunting grounds. However, this one struck the hunter is odd. The ship had seemed to be down powered and was floating at a lazy pace. Curious, he entered a command to access the ship and make contact but no reply came. Again, he tried without success. Although his hunt was priority Hive ships were highly valued and their cargo even more so. With a dissatisfied grunt he entered a new course to intercept and investigate.
Aboard the Hive ship all was silent. Throughout the eerie corridors silent shadows moved with deadly purpose. All with a single minded determination, protect Her. They had slain all aboard, and now it was time to secure and protect Her. Her, the mother and master. Quietly they slithered, moving amongst the crawl spaces. Their bodies, a deep black helping them hide and stalk. The bony protrusions acting like an armor in open combat, with claws sharp enough to eviscerate the toughest hides, they are death. Moving to points across the ship they wait and watch, for any foolish enough to threaten the Hive. But, for all their awareness they failed to notice the small blinking light on the range finder. The steady blinking began to increase in tempo as it drew nearer to its target.
Keep in mind please, I have NO writing experience so bear with me.
Chapter 1
It was quiet on the ship. The only sound a faint hum as the engine steadily powered the hunt ship through the lone of space. Inside the darkened corridors deep within the ship the training room sat empty except for a lone figure preparing himself for the all-too-familiar routine. He's not the largest Hunter by his clan standards. At nearly 7 foot he was average with muscular shoulders and a wide chest. He was however accomplished, his carved tusks spoke of his pain tolerance and his passage into the elite. The scars that adorned his face were stand alone testaments to his battles. He is in all meaning, a male not to be challenged. He sat now in the training room preparing his mind and body for the greatest hunt he has ever done. He needs to be ready.
With a burst of speed and strength he simultaneously jumped to his feet thrusting the spear in a flawless motion, that only a heartbeat ago lay across his lap. With a practiced and honed hand he thrust the tip of the spear through the imaginary head of his prey. Quickly ducking a shoulder blow, he sank to a crouch and with merciless speed and accuracy, thrusted the deadly tip through the jaw and out the crown of his unseen preys head.
The spear has served him well. Claimed after he had dispatched a weaker, inferior Hunter. This was his prize, and it never left his side. forged from the tail and spine of a serpent the black spear was nearly 6 foot. The size was fixed, not being machined it could not retract. However this also made it stronger and better he thought. The deadly tip ended in 3 points with the serpent tip being the middle and he adding his own blades to flank it. This would make the weapon much deadlier. The wound would prevent easy mending and require extensive work. Which made it all the easier to track and finish the hunt. If the prey ever managed to flee. But he knew that the prey he was hunting would never flee, it would never admit defeat it would kill him if even given the slightest chance. Then again, neither would he.
Leaving the training room he made his way to the piloting station. With a soundless, fluid stride he crossed the metal grates that connect the separate sections of the ship. Stopping repeatedly to quietly listen and study his surroundings. Despite taking off alone on the ship he had learned long ago that there is no Safe haven. Hunters like himself were always cautious. Young bloods eager to prove themselves would claim his head if even given the slightest chance, even within his own clan. Of course these actions were always forbidden, but there are always those who test boundaries. Crossing the ship he passed the trophy room as paused. Admiring his collection over the cycles. Skull and weapons of kinds and sorts seldom seen by even the most traveled hunters. A trophy room an elder would grovel for.
Reaching the control station he effortlessly hoisted himself into the fitted seat and checked his course and heading. Feeling satisfied, he was about to leave and rest but something caught his eye. On the long range finder a reading was showing. Extending a clawed hand he entered a command and a holographic display of the reading materialized. The soft red glow illuminated the hunter, accenting his scarred face and casting ominous shadows across the cockpit.
A Hive transport was displayed. The ships were common in deep space as clans were routinely transporting serpent Queens to more fertile hunting grounds. However, this one struck the hunter is odd. The ship had seemed to be down powered and was floating at a lazy pace. Curious, he entered a command to access the ship and make contact but no reply came. Again, he tried without success. Although his hunt was priority Hive ships were highly valued and their cargo even more so. With a dissatisfied grunt he entered a new course to intercept and investigate.
Aboard the Hive ship all was silent. Throughout the eerie corridors silent shadows moved with deadly purpose. All with a single minded determination, protect Her. They had slain all aboard, and now it was time to secure and protect Her. Her, the mother and master. Quietly they slithered, moving amongst the crawl spaces. Their bodies, a deep black helping them hide and stalk. The bony protrusions acting like an armor in open combat, with claws sharp enough to eviscerate the toughest hides, they are death. Moving to points across the ship they wait and watch, for any foolish enough to threaten the Hive. But, for all their awareness they failed to notice the small blinking light on the range finder. The steady blinking began to increase in tempo as it drew nearer to its target.