This is unbetaed - forgive any mistakes, I'm not from English speaking country.
Disc.: I own nothing. Everything belongs to guys in L.A. I don't know and there is absolutely no money in it for me.
The cold wind swept over the ice plains of Antarctica, masking the approach of massive alien spacecraft. It slowly descented in strong wind, not bothered by it in least. On its bottom opened three circular holes which three tubes shot out from, landing in the snow beneath the ship. They slowly opened from inside and three humanoid figures stood up, flexing themselves and growling something to each other. Then, as by some kind of agreement, they turned to observe what lied in front of them.
The Bouvetoya whaling station seemed deserted on the first sight, but on the second sight one could recognize people moving around, securing equipment and cursing weather. There was only one man keeping watch. He paced up and down, trying to keep warm in fast wind. Suddenly, there was a movement in the darkness behind his back. He turned around, aiming his gun, but there was nothing. Only wind blew snow around buildings. The man calmed down, when it came again. He hold his gun tighter and called out.
"It's not funny!"
Nothing. Just a silence as even the wind stopped to blow. He decided that it must have been his imagination. He turned to go inside and found himself face to face with a cold impassive mask of an armed being he didn't know. He stepped back, raising gun as he did so. The being cocked its head and then, before the guard could even move, a hissing sound came, the metal glinted in a weak light coming from where the tunnel was and then pain erupted. The wrist blades caught the man in the stomach and went up, slicing him, his guts popping out. The man didn't even manage to emitt a sound and fell down, dead. His killer shoved the blades back into their sheats and turned to where its two companions unveiled. One of them looked over the corpse and then growled. To human being it might have been only an animalistic sound, but to these beings it was language.
"Do you have to spill so much blood?"
"No," the killer answered. "But I want to. They stand in the way. We have to get rid of them. You know it, Scar."
The creature called Scar nodded and pointed to the building.
"The rest of them are there. I'll go from the front. Blade," he turned to killer. "You go through that window. And you, Celtic, go from back."
The two of them nodded. Scar was the oldest of them and therefore was in charge. They activated their cloaking devices and entered the building as they had agreed on before. The men inside didn't stand a chance against these creatures. Scar went through the door and impaled the closest man to him before anyone in the room realized what was going on. They only saw as one of them choked, there was a spray of blood and a long metalic spear appeared from nowhere to protrude his torso. And then all hell broke loose.
Window crashed and it seemed as an air moving towards them. The blades moved with a hiss through the air as Blade once again used its preferred weapon to clearly separate a head from the body. The blood that landed on its armor made it seem as though there was a pool of blood hanging in the air. It approached another man deliberately and slowly. The man was frozen in fear. Behind them, Scar and Celtic were disposing of the others, but Blade's attention was directed solely on this man. Blade switched off its cloaking and growled menacingly to the man. He backed off, raising hands, begging.
"Please, no! Don't kill me!"
Blade took one last step, towering over the man, who was now kneeling, a pathetic image of helplessness and snarled at him.
"Weak!" the words were spoken in heavily accented English and punctuated with a spear that broke through the man's chest, killing him and spilling more blood on an already dirty floor. This man was the last one to kill. The trio of killers quickly set to its work. They hanged men upside down, using supporting beams in the building. However, they didn't take their skins off. There was no time for it. There was something bigger in front of them. The first big Hunt. These men were only a minor nuisance before their final goal and ultimate prey.
Scar noticed Blade being silent throughout the work. It was strange, beacuse Blade enjoyed every opportunity to get hands dirty from blood.
"What' s wrong?" Scar asked.
Blade looked away and then back at Scar.
"Humans are so weak and pathetic. They are not worthy prey."
"There are exceptions."
Blade nodded at that and continued its work. Soon they were finished and left the building that had become a witness to such a bloody slaughter.
The three Hunters marched alongside each other to the tunnel. If there had been anyone left alive to observe, he would have noticed that while Scar and Celtic towered to height of seven and a half feet, Blade was of more subtle build. Its height was only about six feet and some inches. Impressive when compared to a human, but slightly silly in the presence of the other two Hunters. They stopped at the beginning of the tunnel. Scar flipped open his arm computer and a holographic image of a pyramid appeared. There were red dots indicating humans and a green dot in the very heart of the pyramid, which was the Xenomorph Queen, ready to lay eggs. Everything was prepared for a Hunt. The hunters looked at each other and then went down the tunnel.
TBC
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