::::Disclaimer: Don't own Predator, but if I did, I would've ended the AVP movie just slightly different.
::::Author''s Note: well, this is definitely a switch from what I usually write, but this idea smacked me quite hard upside the head, and I'd just like to see if there are other people out there just as disturbed as me...and if you'd be interested in me making a fic outta this?
The heat in the night club was at its' peak that night, as it usually was with several bodies moving quickly together. Xhara took one sniff of the air and tried her best not to wretch in disgust. As a cooler, it was Xhara's job to get rid of unwanted company, and looking around at the people entering the chic club, all of them were unwanted as far as her opinion went. On some nights, young men would tease the fact that this high-priced club had a woman in charge of the security, but they learned quickly enough not to piss this particular lady off. At six three, Xhara was an intimidating figure, heavily muscled, she would be considered very odd indeed. Sharp green eyes were her most startling feature, a very small upturned nose and very thin lips. If she smiled at you, you would notice sharp teeth that she had simply said were ''intended'' to look that way. She always wore head wear, covering an unusually long forehead, thick black locks of hair dangling down to her waste. She would both be considered exotic and very strange looking.
-Yeah-, Xhara thought to herself with a snort,- for a human-
-Keep your teenage anger to yourself, Xhara- Came a sharp mental greeting from her brother, not too far down town from where she was. -Mom always said you broadcasted too loud- he added after a moment.
-Takes one to know one, Thian- she retorted haughtily. Mind-speech was a gift all her siblings shared, there were eight of them in all, Xhara being number three on the list. Out of all of them, she was the troublemaker. Her mother was rather happy at her daughter taking such a job, since it would teach her a little bit of discipline. Xhara only smirked at the idea of discipline.
"Xhara", the shout came to her from one of the bartenders as he motioned towards a fight breaking out in the middle of the dance floor. Xhara took a deep breath and walked towards the commotion as a couple of the bouncers moved to intercept right away. The initiating fighter was obviously too drunk to really notice much, but he took swings at the bouncers in anger. The crowd moved to let the tall woman in so she could assess the situation. After a few seconds of letting the drunk raise a few hairs on her neck, Xhara quickly grabbed his left arm and the back of his neck to send him straight down onto the floor. He let out a loud whimper of pain, Xhara ignored it and pulled his limp body away from the dance floor to remove it from the building. She watched as he got himself to his feet and swear threateningly towards her. Xhara smiled, emitting a low loud growl from the depths of her throat. The drunk's eyes went wide before he took off down the street, people laughing at him as he ran.
-Nice work- the mental message pleased Xhara, it was from her other older brother Yo'Shuk, who was much more friendly with his sister than Thian was. She and Yo'Shuk were close compared to her other siblings, the two were closest in age, even though it was only months separating the first four.
-Thanks- she replied, careful not to let her concentration slip from her work.
-Hey, mom's got something to ask us to do when you get home tonight, sounds pretty important- Yo'Shuk continued in a casual light tone, he was sending amused feelings to her, I think we're gonna get to go on a hunt...I mean a big one this time, for Xenomorphs!- It was hard for Yo'Shuk to hide his growing excitement after he made this comment. Xhara couldn't help but physically grin at the thought, it made her blood heat rise up with anticipation. Yo'Shuk was only hearsaying of course, but it could explain why Thian was so high-strung that night.
After work, Xhara headed straight home as suggested, and burst through the door looking for her brother. The whole family of eight children plus mother lived in a rather large small store-house-turned-apartment in a slummy part of New York. None of them had any desire to leave home anytime soon, even though the oldest of the children was now nineteen years of age. Their mother had said it was the feel of a ''clan'' that they all had.
Lionasha Michaels was busy in the kitchen when Xhara came home, she could hear her children chattering both out loud and in mind-speech, she couldn't help but smile at the excited tones they were using. Allowing herself a deep breath, Lionasha headed out into the ''living room'' to see all eight of her children gathered, waiting for her news. She smiled at them all and paused before telling them what they'd been waiting to hear.
"Thian, Yo'Shuk, Xhara, you've been asked to go on a hunt". The three of them sent off feelings of elation at the thought. To hunt the hard meat Xenomorphs meant high honor.
"What about me?" Nath'ell asked, being number four out of the eight.
"You''re still a smidge too young", Lionasha said, giving her son a soothing mind-touch. The oldest three, however, were ignoring their other siblings.
-Remember, you're going to need cool heads on this hunt, it's still very dangerous- Lionasha spoke, gaining her children's attentions again, their eyes focusing on the specially marked scar on her left cheek. She had earned that mark of honor hunting Xenomorphs years earlier.
While all eight children looked alike each other for the most part, Lionasha was clearly human, and very beautiful by human standards. She had multi-toned hair that she fashioned in thick twists, a very dread-lock like look, and had large dark eyes, a prominent nose and thick pouty lips. What was most noticeable, however was her very muscular, although still very feminine body. She was built like a warrior, even though she was still ''soft meat''.
The eight Michaels children were hybrids. Half-breed between human and Yautja. Lionasha was known to the Yautja as Lo'Sha, the name her life mate Ne'Sodan had given her. While it was very uncommon for Yautja to have only one mate in their lifetime, Lionasha and Sodan were an exception.........
20 years previous.
Lionasha Michaels dropped several objects of luggage as she escorted the new volunteer around the refugee camp. Lionasha gave her back a bit of a stretch from the weight and smiled at the shy newcomer.
"I've never needed to make a more than one trip", she said with a roguish grin, causing the other to smile and relax a bit. "So you must be...?" "Anna Johnson", the small pretty blond said, extending a hand which Lionasha took, careful not to squeeze too hard.
"Well I'm Lionasha, but everybody calls me Lio. I'm in charge of this little 'operation', you could call it."
"Stop scaring the help", a new voice interrupted, as a beautiful Cambodian native made her way into the room to glare at Lionasha, then look over at Anna. "Miss Johnson, I presume?" The blond nodded, shaking hands in greeting, "I'm Mingh, the lead medic, or a doctor back in the real world." Mingh winked and motioned for Anna to follow.
It didn't take long to introduce the new volunteer into the scheme of things. This little refugee camp lay in the middle of the dense jungle where people who escaped the attacks on their villages could run and take cover. Attacks were initiated by the Red Bracelett renegades, who regarded themselves a ''law enforcement''. Lionasha was specially chosen for her role since she was both tough and handy with weapons. She protected their camp to the best of her ability.
Shortly before Anna Johnson was scheduled to arrive, attacks within the jungle went down dramatically, both Lionasha, Mingh and other volunteers had desperately hoped it was the end of the onslaught. However, they were never sent word from headquarters that the Red Braceletts had indeed left the area. It was with relief their new caretaker arrived with no trouble, but the idea that the renegades simply disappeared from existence vexed Lionasha to no ends.
A scream emitted from a small body as a Cambodian child rushed up to Lionasha with a flourish of hand gestures and mumbles in her native tongue rushed out of her mouth. Lionasha tried her best to calm the girl down.
"Mingh, get your pretty butt out here, now!" She called, within seconds the requested assistance came as Mingh asked the young girl to repeat what she had earlier said. Lionasha watched as her friend's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"What is it?" Lionasha prodded, Mingh looked at her, skepticism written all over her face.
"She says that there are things hanging from trees? That's all I could make out". They stared at one another for a moment.
"Ask her where", Lionasha finally said, raising to take her walking bamboo staff from where it sat perched against the wall. Mingh did as she was requested and quickly gave her friend an answer.
"Not too far, towards the water line", Mingh answered, "you're going out to look? How do you know what she says is true?" Mingh asked, taking the child into her arms.
"Have you ever known an orphaned child to lie yet?" Lionasha concluded, heading out of the camp to investigate.
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::::Author''s Note: well, this is definitely a switch from what I usually write, but this idea smacked me quite hard upside the head, and I'd just like to see if there are other people out there just as disturbed as me...and if you'd be interested in me making a fic outta this?
The heat in the night club was at its' peak that night, as it usually was with several bodies moving quickly together. Xhara took one sniff of the air and tried her best not to wretch in disgust. As a cooler, it was Xhara's job to get rid of unwanted company, and looking around at the people entering the chic club, all of them were unwanted as far as her opinion went. On some nights, young men would tease the fact that this high-priced club had a woman in charge of the security, but they learned quickly enough not to piss this particular lady off. At six three, Xhara was an intimidating figure, heavily muscled, she would be considered very odd indeed. Sharp green eyes were her most startling feature, a very small upturned nose and very thin lips. If she smiled at you, you would notice sharp teeth that she had simply said were ''intended'' to look that way. She always wore head wear, covering an unusually long forehead, thick black locks of hair dangling down to her waste. She would both be considered exotic and very strange looking.
-Yeah-, Xhara thought to herself with a snort,- for a human-
-Keep your teenage anger to yourself, Xhara- Came a sharp mental greeting from her brother, not too far down town from where she was. -Mom always said you broadcasted too loud- he added after a moment.
-Takes one to know one, Thian- she retorted haughtily. Mind-speech was a gift all her siblings shared, there were eight of them in all, Xhara being number three on the list. Out of all of them, she was the troublemaker. Her mother was rather happy at her daughter taking such a job, since it would teach her a little bit of discipline. Xhara only smirked at the idea of discipline.
"Xhara", the shout came to her from one of the bartenders as he motioned towards a fight breaking out in the middle of the dance floor. Xhara took a deep breath and walked towards the commotion as a couple of the bouncers moved to intercept right away. The initiating fighter was obviously too drunk to really notice much, but he took swings at the bouncers in anger. The crowd moved to let the tall woman in so she could assess the situation. After a few seconds of letting the drunk raise a few hairs on her neck, Xhara quickly grabbed his left arm and the back of his neck to send him straight down onto the floor. He let out a loud whimper of pain, Xhara ignored it and pulled his limp body away from the dance floor to remove it from the building. She watched as he got himself to his feet and swear threateningly towards her. Xhara smiled, emitting a low loud growl from the depths of her throat. The drunk's eyes went wide before he took off down the street, people laughing at him as he ran.
-Nice work- the mental message pleased Xhara, it was from her other older brother Yo'Shuk, who was much more friendly with his sister than Thian was. She and Yo'Shuk were close compared to her other siblings, the two were closest in age, even though it was only months separating the first four.
-Thanks- she replied, careful not to let her concentration slip from her work.
-Hey, mom's got something to ask us to do when you get home tonight, sounds pretty important- Yo'Shuk continued in a casual light tone, he was sending amused feelings to her, I think we're gonna get to go on a hunt...I mean a big one this time, for Xenomorphs!- It was hard for Yo'Shuk to hide his growing excitement after he made this comment. Xhara couldn't help but physically grin at the thought, it made her blood heat rise up with anticipation. Yo'Shuk was only hearsaying of course, but it could explain why Thian was so high-strung that night.
After work, Xhara headed straight home as suggested, and burst through the door looking for her brother. The whole family of eight children plus mother lived in a rather large small store-house-turned-apartment in a slummy part of New York. None of them had any desire to leave home anytime soon, even though the oldest of the children was now nineteen years of age. Their mother had said it was the feel of a ''clan'' that they all had.
Lionasha Michaels was busy in the kitchen when Xhara came home, she could hear her children chattering both out loud and in mind-speech, she couldn't help but smile at the excited tones they were using. Allowing herself a deep breath, Lionasha headed out into the ''living room'' to see all eight of her children gathered, waiting for her news. She smiled at them all and paused before telling them what they'd been waiting to hear.
"Thian, Yo'Shuk, Xhara, you've been asked to go on a hunt". The three of them sent off feelings of elation at the thought. To hunt the hard meat Xenomorphs meant high honor.
"What about me?" Nath'ell asked, being number four out of the eight.
"You''re still a smidge too young", Lionasha said, giving her son a soothing mind-touch. The oldest three, however, were ignoring their other siblings.
-Remember, you're going to need cool heads on this hunt, it's still very dangerous- Lionasha spoke, gaining her children's attentions again, their eyes focusing on the specially marked scar on her left cheek. She had earned that mark of honor hunting Xenomorphs years earlier.
While all eight children looked alike each other for the most part, Lionasha was clearly human, and very beautiful by human standards. She had multi-toned hair that she fashioned in thick twists, a very dread-lock like look, and had large dark eyes, a prominent nose and thick pouty lips. What was most noticeable, however was her very muscular, although still very feminine body. She was built like a warrior, even though she was still ''soft meat''.
The eight Michaels children were hybrids. Half-breed between human and Yautja. Lionasha was known to the Yautja as Lo'Sha, the name her life mate Ne'Sodan had given her. While it was very uncommon for Yautja to have only one mate in their lifetime, Lionasha and Sodan were an exception.........
20 years previous.
Lionasha Michaels dropped several objects of luggage as she escorted the new volunteer around the refugee camp. Lionasha gave her back a bit of a stretch from the weight and smiled at the shy newcomer.
"I've never needed to make a more than one trip", she said with a roguish grin, causing the other to smile and relax a bit. "So you must be...?" "Anna Johnson", the small pretty blond said, extending a hand which Lionasha took, careful not to squeeze too hard.
"Well I'm Lionasha, but everybody calls me Lio. I'm in charge of this little 'operation', you could call it."
"Stop scaring the help", a new voice interrupted, as a beautiful Cambodian native made her way into the room to glare at Lionasha, then look over at Anna. "Miss Johnson, I presume?" The blond nodded, shaking hands in greeting, "I'm Mingh, the lead medic, or a doctor back in the real world." Mingh winked and motioned for Anna to follow.
It didn't take long to introduce the new volunteer into the scheme of things. This little refugee camp lay in the middle of the dense jungle where people who escaped the attacks on their villages could run and take cover. Attacks were initiated by the Red Bracelett renegades, who regarded themselves a ''law enforcement''. Lionasha was specially chosen for her role since she was both tough and handy with weapons. She protected their camp to the best of her ability.
Shortly before Anna Johnson was scheduled to arrive, attacks within the jungle went down dramatically, both Lionasha, Mingh and other volunteers had desperately hoped it was the end of the onslaught. However, they were never sent word from headquarters that the Red Braceletts had indeed left the area. It was with relief their new caretaker arrived with no trouble, but the idea that the renegades simply disappeared from existence vexed Lionasha to no ends.
A scream emitted from a small body as a Cambodian child rushed up to Lionasha with a flourish of hand gestures and mumbles in her native tongue rushed out of her mouth. Lionasha tried her best to calm the girl down.
"Mingh, get your pretty butt out here, now!" She called, within seconds the requested assistance came as Mingh asked the young girl to repeat what she had earlier said. Lionasha watched as her friend's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"What is it?" Lionasha prodded, Mingh looked at her, skepticism written all over her face.
"She says that there are things hanging from trees? That's all I could make out". They stared at one another for a moment.
"Ask her where", Lionasha finally said, raising to take her walking bamboo staff from where it sat perched against the wall. Mingh did as she was requested and quickly gave her friend an answer.
"Not too far, towards the water line", Mingh answered, "you're going out to look? How do you know what she says is true?" Mingh asked, taking the child into her arms.
"Have you ever known an orphaned child to lie yet?" Lionasha concluded, heading out of the camp to investigate.
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