Destruction Stolen
Clad sprints through the pyramids pitch black corridors, only seeing faint blue outlines of the walls. The noise of his sandals echeo through the entire monument as his hands swing from side to side. His injured shoulder has now stopped bleeding although he can't feel his arm or the side of his body at all. Increadbly, Clad knows exactly where he is going turning corners faster than a lightning flash and jumping entire small staircases with giant leaps. As the Elder zooms past one corner, a slimey tail slithers out from behind. Passing another, an hands reaches down from the ceiling as a skelatal figure desceds from the blackness. As Clad continues on, he is suddenly enters a massive hall, it's walls adored with fire torches and baskets. In the centre on a large platform, lies a small box shaped object, positioned perfectly in the centre. Rushing over to the object, Clads eyes focus on Grafons ultamite destruction. Slowing down, the Predator starts to walk over to it, taking deep breaths as his breathing starts to return to normal. His legs are in extreme pain, they feel like they could just snap in an instant. Clad places his mace on the raised platform and moves his hands over the bomb. It is plain silver, with patches of ripped brown cloth scattered over it tied with a thin string-like material. Clad touches the sides and slides his hands along the edges. Closing his eyes and raising his head in the air, he removes the cloth. Looking down at the bomb again he sees many small buttons lining the centre.
The time has now come. The Alien manace and Grafon would be destroyed... forever. Clad begins to slowly tap in the bombs self destruct code. Red symbols appear in the buttons where Clad has tounched and they emit loud bleeps as they are pressed. Clad feels a cold, wet substance on his head and he slowly moves his hand to touch it. A huge PredAlien falls on him from above as Clad shoots his head upwards. The beast slams into him, digging it's claws into his shoulders as they both fall to the ground. A struggle ensues as the PredAlien bites at his face and Clad forces it back with his bare hands. With a burst of strenght, the PredAlien launges forward and it's inner jaw snaps into his shoulder wound. Clad roars with a pain no-one should ever feel and his blood splatters across his face and neck. The PredAlien goes to attack again, but is suddenly flying through the air as Clad boots it away with his bladed sandals.
The PredAlien quickly rises to it's feet as Clad arwardly does the same. Catching sight of the mase on the platform in front Clad charges right into the Alien causes in to crash into the platform. Clad grabs the metal weapon and swings in into the air as it's shadow casts a shadow on the floored PredAlien. With a quick swing of it's tail, the beast jabs in into Clad's leg and pushes him away with it's feet. Clad staggers and swings the mase in the air again. The PredAlien jumps into the air, dodging the metal spikes. They slam into the platform, just missing the bomb. The PredAlien lands on the platform and stands hissing at the Predator. Extremeley pissed off Clad bellows and throws his mase at the beast. The target leaps again and the mase flys past it. Landing behind Clad, he smacks his head with it's club-like tail and Clad is thrown metres away. The PredAlien catches sight of the bomb and quickly slithers over to it. It puts it's head down to investigate the unknown object, it's mandibles quiver with exitment. Seeing the glowing symbols, the Alien instictivley knows what the object is. Snatching it with deadly claws, the PredAlien sprints away from Clad with the small bomb. Clad roars with fury as he witnesses the bastard take of with Grafons only hope. Swaggering to his feet, the Elder limps after the escapee.
Death Of Two Kings
The Jockey blocks the King Aliens attack as the battle rages on atop The Temple Of The Gods. The King Alien grabs ahold of the Jockeys sword - which is now almost completely dissolved to nothing - and launches it down the pyramid. The Jockey dodges as the King swings it bladeless tail at it, spraying acid over the crumbling rock. Lightning clashes in the night sky and thunder rumbles over the dead city. The Kings inner jaw is grabbed by bloody hands as the Jockey pulls on it. Shuvving it's claws into it's stomach, the King rips into him like a meat grinder. Strange inners and purpleness are spatterd over the surrounding stairs and the Jockey gives an un holy scream. The Kings inner jaw suddenly snaps off as the Jockey detaches the weapon from it's owner, quickly throwing it over the edge. With one last burst of strenght, the Jockey jumps at Kings neck as it squirms with pain. Grabbing hold of it's neck it slams a hidden blade into the maze of pipes. The King screetches for the last time as the blade snaps through it's veins and artiries. Both creatures suddenly go rag-doll and start to topple down the pyramid, which is completely covered in purple blood and green inners.
The Death Of Grafon
Clad is blinded with moonlight as he exits the collosal pyramid warm, thick air engulfing him. The thief is not far ahead still grasping the bomb in it's evil hands. Clad can't feel his legs, yet he continues to plough forward. Sand flies into his eyes as he runs as fast as he can. In front of him, he can see the vast army of Xenomorphs growing ever larger. Hundereds of black bodies swarm over each other like rats as Clad comes into view. The city comes alive with screetching and the beasts dash toward the pyramid. Blood drips from Clads shaking mouth and his breaths get more desperate. The theif is getting closer to the hoard of monsters and is almost out of sight. Grounding to a hault, Clad feels his belt for something to use... anything. Grabbing a thick rope from out of nowhere, he spreads it out to get it's full lenght. It stretches not one metre across and Clad quickly looks around on the rubble below him. Catching sight of a small, sharp edged rock he grabs it with his shaking hands and begins to tie the rope around it. Fastening it to it's tightest, the Predator starts to swing it in a circle. The rock quickly gains speed as it is thrust around in the air. Focusing on the location of the running bomb, Clad releases his grip and the small rock is thrust in the thiefs direction. The rock is completely invisable as it flys throught the air with frightning speed. The escaping PredAlien suddenly falls flat on the ground as the rock slams into the back of it's neck, snapping it. The bomb flies off into the dead corspes of Aliens and disappears.
Clad dashes for the bombs landing place with his life as the Alien hoard charges at him. The noise of the hoard nearly deafens him as the skrieking and screetching becomes almost unbearible. Feeling his belt once more, Clad detaches a small plasma bomb and taps it's top. The thing starts bleeping incredably fast and it is thrust in the first waves path. The hoard almost seem to ignore it and the contine to charge at the last remaning Predator on Grafon. The last piece of fresh flesh. Clad jumps behind a boulder that catches his eye and hopes the blast doesn't spread too far. In an instant the little bomb explodes and blue light covers the group of beasts, silencing them forever. The light stops inches away from Clads boulder and quickly sumerges again. As expected the first wave of Aliens are now no more. Completely incinerated in the small blasts plasma. Peeking over the top of his sanctuary, Clad spots the main army of Aliens as they all turn to the blasts direction, rivers of saliva flowing from the deadly maws. Clad is completely defensless now. He has no weapons and hardly any strenght left... it is now or never. Leaping over the boulder, the dieing Predator arkwardly sprints over to the mass of Alien corpses and begins searching for the bomb. He lifts up bodies and tosses them aside as if they were nothing in pursute of his goal. Keris peers over from behind a boulder, not two meters away from where Clad hid. She watches the Elder frantically searching the sea of monsters as a hundered more charge at him in the distance. Looking at her leg in aggony she grabs it and ties to prize it forward. Crawling like a old crocodile, she glides over to the mass slaughter on her hands, her eyes set on a spear that lies not far away. Her chest feels incredably tight and the she can't help but clutch it every so often.
Clad begins to dizzy as blood continues to tricle down from his wounds. Staggering like a drunk he tries to focus on the ground beneath him for the small silver object. Pushing aside a domed head, he signs with relief as the bomb reflects off the moonlight. Without giving a second thought he throws his finger at the buttons and begins to finish the countdown. Keris grabs the seramonial spear with her weak hands and prepares for the Alien attack. If she lay still enough mabye they would just kill the other monster and completely ignore her, she thinks to herself. If she lay still enough... mabye. She crawls next to an Alien corspe and coughs at it's horrendous odour. She can still see Clad from over it's skeletal body and see's him kneeling, holding a small object in it's hands. Clad suddenly freezes as he loses the feeling in his entire body. He starts to feel cold and his heart begins to grow slower with every beat. He gives off a long groan and he falls to the floor, dropping the bomb. Only one more symbol is needed to complete the sequence and for Grafon to ultimately be saved. His weary eyes begin to close and his vision becomes blurry. Keris crawls over the fallen Predator with all the strenght she can muster, sliding over wet mechanical bodies and dry rubble. As she near the monster, she spots the silver object lying in front of it's dead hands, red lights radiating from it. Looking at the monster with caution, she reaches for the bomb and looks at the buttons than adore it. Clads eyes slowly open and Keris jumps back in fright. Clad begins to mumble some otherwordly tounge and Keris just stares back at him with confusion. She suddenly lets out a scream as her chest bulges forward. Tear fill her eyes as a spot of blood appears on her wet shirt. "Go..d...n...n...o..." she mutters.
Clad looks around him and he spots his damaged mask lying next to an gaping Alien mouth. Mustering all the strenght he can, he pulls his left arm from the ground and tries to point at the mask. Keris silences as the pain suddenly subsides. She looks over to where the monster is pointing and can see's the golden, smashed mask lying there. Looking back at Clad, she see's him continueing to point, as if wanting her to reach for it. Keris reaches her hand out for the mask as tears stream down her face. "I... ca...can't..." she whispers as her tears consume her. Looking back at the Predator again, she see's that he continues to point. Once again reaching for the mask she notices a strange symbol on the masks front, almost in the shape of lightning. Keris points at the symbol and looks back to the Predator. Clads eyes are closed and he lies there unmoving, as dead as they come. Keris peers back over to the bomb and notices that there is a shaded symbol on it, identical to the one on the mask. Fianlly realising what the creature was trying to tell her, she pushes the button without a second thought. The bomb emits a loud countdown and begins to vibrate at a horrendous speed. Keris peers over to the Alien hoard which is now almost on her, baying for her blood like a huge pack of Wolfs. Her chest launges forward once again and she lets out an even louder scream. Blood spurts forth from her shirt and she begins to spazm on the ground. Her eyes turn white and suddenly a fountain of red pours from her chest, revealing a newly born Queen Alien. It forces it's way out of it's incubator with it's spinly hands, wriggling like a worm. It suddenly turns it's attention to the bleeping bomb as it's coundown suddenly stops. The baby Queen screetches with rage.
BOOOOOOM!
Accident Waiting To Happen
A few hours later, an imposing ship is seen moving towards Grafon. It looks like some sort of human miliatry or research ship. From a massive window inside, a uniformed man gazes out into the infinite of stars and at the large planet that stands out majestically in front. A white coated scientist suddenly approches him and he explains in a soft yet sharp vioce. "The cloning tests have been successful Weyland San. We have managed to clone another thirty-six of the Xenomorphs" he proudly announces. The suited man slowly turns his head to his employee. "Excellent work." he whispers in a sinister vioce. "However we are not done yet" he continues. "There is a war coming... I can feel it."
