The suffocating humidity and sweltering heat in the Guatemalan jungle only add to the palpable tension you feel deep within your bones. As Major Alan Schaefer, you've led your elite team against insurgents in this treacherous terrain, but now, your highly-skilled squad has been all but wiped out by something far more sinister and deadly. The realization sinks in that you are utterly alone, with no one to rely on but yourself as the last survivor.
Memories of your comrades, now nothing more than lifeless, mutilated corpses strewn throughout the nightmarish jungle floor, flash through your mind. You clench your fists in anger, resolve climbing from the depths of your despair. However skilled and experienced you may be, you are faced with a foe unlike any other you've ever encountered before.
A shadowy Yautja female hunts your every breath, as unseen and alien as death itself. With her ethereal yellow eyes glowing in the darkness, she relentlessly seeks to turn you into her next trophy.
You must gather all your wits and instincts if you stand any chance of surviving this twisted game of predator and prey. For you, Major Alan Schaefer, it's an uphill battle against the most formidable opponent you have ever faced. The jungle looms large around you, engulfing you in its overwhelming embrace, as you steel yourself for the trials that lie ahead.
So prepare yourself, Major. A battle of wills awaits, and only one shall emerge victorious from the depths of this unforgiving wilderness. The time has come for you to face the Yautja female and prove that you are stronger than the nightmare that hunts you through these accursed shadows…
{{user}} INVENTORY: M16 rifle (20 rounds left), 2 spare 5.56 mags, Bowie knife, Bandages, Pack of Marlboro cigarettes, Zippo lighter
"Hmmm." Alan eyed his remaining gear, hidden by a massive tree before eyeing up around his surroundings, looking for the invisible simmer of the Predator hunting him, rage still boiling in his blood of the death of his squad and their butchery at this alien's hands. He had already killed two of the Predators accompanying it, serving level justice to his men, pulling out the gear he had taken from them as he placed on the wrist gauntlets, tickering with its features before seeing the wrist blade come out. "Interesting." He noted, he looked back to his gear, plan conjuring in his mind as the Canadian born soldier decided his next actions. He would bait the hunter in, lure it to a trap
"Hmm... I sense something's off about you, Alan," the Predator's voice echoes through the jungle. "You're not afraid... you're not cowering in fear like most prey would." She pauses for a moment, her senses on high alert. "Are you trying to lure me into a trap?" she asks mockingly. The yellow eyes scan the area intently, searching for any sign of foul play.
Alan grunted hearing the voice, ignoring it yet listening where it was coming from, he placed on the mask of the predator he had killed and eyed his surroundings, growling in steeped rage as he looked for the female Yautja now playing with him. He would show this hunter she was to become the hunted, "Alright, time for you join your friends." He grabbed his gear and swiftly moved, looking new area and evade his purser
The Yautja female perks her ears at the sound of his voice. She can sense that something is off about him, but she is too confident in her abilities to take it seriously. As he moves through the jungle, trying to evade her, she easily tracks his every step with superhuman precision. She whispers under her breath, "So this one plays games, hm?" With a predatory grin, she readies herself for the upcoming confrontation.
Alan eyed back to the trees, the visions of the helmet was astonishing yet he began adjusting to its features as he spotted the female Yautja ontop of a tree watching him. A growl emerge out of him, a wilderness almost coming out of him as thought nothing more but avenging his squad, his friends, was all on his mind. Once he believed he reached out of her sight for now, he looked to prepare for the coming confrontation, he looked at the strong roots and environment as ideas for an trap formed in his mind, coming into a tree, he set his gear to it and began working on building traps for the hunter, taking nearly a hour for him prepare for her arrival as he had taken his shirt off due to swear, revealing his muscular frame as he pulled hard on roots to pull a tree log up
As the Yautja female continues to track her prey, she overhears him growling in anger. Her eyes narrow, and a smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth. "So this one plays with animals," she thinks to herself, amused by his bravado. But as he begins to prepare traps for her, her demeanor changes. A sense of caution creeps up on her, making her more cautious in her approach. She decides to circle around stealthily and attempt a surprise attack from above before he has the chance to set all his traps.
Alan as he finishes, hears the familiar clicking sound of the predator, setting him on guard as he moved back to his gear, the stolen predator gear providing use in tracking where she was at as he made it back to the tree. Gearing himself ready, he looked back to the trees before letting a roar of challenge. "AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHH!" His roar bellowed through whole forest
The Yautja female freezes in place for just a moment as the challenge roar reaches her ears. She's taken aback by his courage and determination, unsure if he truly knows what he's getting himself into. A slow, predatory grin spreads across her face, and with superhuman agility she leaps from tree to tree, closing in on Alan and preparing for a devastating strike. Her yellow eyes remain locked onto him as she inches ever closer, the red blood of her victims painting a glowing trail through the darkness behind her.
Alan however saw she was coming and let loose a grenade out from his M16, loosing out a erupting explosion that pushed her off. Allowing let loose bursts of fire to her direction
Caught off guard by the grenade explosion, the Yautja female tumbles through the air, her cloak snapping and sparking in protest as it briefly shorts out from the water in the dirt. She lands hard on the ground, rolling to absorb the impact before leaping back onto her feet in a crouched position. The smell of burning feathers fills the air around her as she growls in frustration and anger. Her eyes narrow as she focuses on Alan again, ignoring the pain from her singed cloak for now.
With a sudden burst of speed, the Yautja female dashes towards Alan, her wristblades extended and ready to strike. She's determined not to let this human escape so easily, as she believes he still holds secrets that could help improve her honor score. With a battle cry of her own, she launches herself into the air, spinning mid-flight before slamming down hard onto Alan's chest in an attempt to pin him to the ground and deliver a killing blow.
"Grrgh!" He grunted in pain, surprising her as he brought out his wrist blade and duck it into her leg, forcing her back enough for him pull himself up, he took out his bowie knife and readied himself. Growing at the Yautja as she returned the growl as they circled each other
The Yautja female's eyes narrow as she circles around Alan, her movements almost too fast to follow. She hisses through clenched teeth, irritated by his resilience and determination. With a sudden lunge forward, she attempts to slash at him with her wristblade, aiming for his upper body in an attempt to weaken him enough before delivering the killing blow.
He locked blades with her, using it enclose space and sliced her toned stomach with his knife, smacking into her hard
The Yautja female's eyes widen in pain as the blade sinks into her abdomen. She howls in agony, releasing a guttural scream that echoes through the jungle. Blood pours from the deep wound, staining the dirt beneath them bright green. Despite her injury, she doesn't let go of her knife and continues to try and press the attack. With one final burst of strength, she manages to push Alan back several steps before collapsing onto the ground, her movements growing weaker with each breath.
Alan panted with breath, growling out as he eyed her on the ground, he advanced towards her, cautious if she'd try something yet his rage boiled as he grabbed by her hair and pulled her up face him. Her biomask blocking her expression as her mandibles clicked with tired anger
Her yellow eyes bore into Alan's as she hisses through clenched teeth, "You... are a worthy opponent." Blood trickles down her chin from the wound in her mouth, staining her tongue and lips. Despite her injury, she manages to force a small smile with her mandibles. "Your bravery and resilience will make an excellent addition to my trophy collection," she croaks hoarsely before leaning forward and headbutted him
"Grrgh!" Alan grunted as the force knocked him on his ass, allowing her get top of him, feeling her heavy weight into him as the Yautja brought her blade up, trapping his head between the blades yet still he struggled against her as his wrist blade clashed with her other, locking the blades. He raised his hips up that made his groin contacted with her's, allowing her feel his manhood squeezing hard on her ass as he fought her
The Yautja female growls through clenched teeth as she feels his manhood press against her ass and his blades lock hers in place. The sensation sparks something primal inside her, overwhelming any semblance of honor or restraint. With a sudden surge of strength, she shoves forward, using both sets of blades to force Alan's head away from her before rolling off of him and springing back onto her feet. Blood pours freely from the deep wound in her side as she glares down at Alan with yellow eyes now blazing with a feral fury.
Alan returned the glare as he stood up. "AAAAAAARRRRGH!" He roared as he prepared fight her
With another ear-piercing shriek, the Yautja female launches herself at Alan once more, wristblades extended and gleaming in the faint light. Her movements are faster than ever before, almost impossible to follow with the naked eye as she twists and turns through the air around him.
Her lungs burning, the Yautja female continues her relentless assault on Alan. Sweat pours down her body as she fights with every ounce of strength left in her exhausted form. Her wristblades flash like deadly silver comets through the darkness, aiming to strike and disembowel him at any given moment. But even as she pushes herself beyond anything she's ever done before, she can feel her reserves dwindling...
The realization hits her hard; this human is not like any other prey she's encountered. His determination and ferocity match hers in every way. And if she doesn't find a way to end this soon... She snarls as she ducks under one of his wild swings before spinning around him, aiming a powerful backhand at his injured side.
He howled in pain but forced him keep pushing, smacking into her hard yet couldn't push against her bigger frame, his head squeezed between her big tits before he reached down pull on her legs
The Yautja female grunts as Alan pushes her legs, trying to regain some footing in the fight. With a snarl of rage, she uses her free hand to clutch at his neck, fingers digging into his flesh like iron claws. Her wristblade slashes wildly against him as they struggle in a deadly dance. Blood trickles from between her fingers where he's managed to scratch her skin.
He finally pushes her against a tree, pushing against the pain as he thrusted the blade into her shoulder, thrusting his knife into her knee
The Yautja female's blood-curdling scream echoes through the jungle as she clutches at her injured shoulder and knee, pain coursing through her body like a thousand hot needles. For a moment, Alan believes he has won; that he has bested this monstrous hunter once and for all.
But then, something changes. The yellow eyes narrow in determination, the fury in them blazing brighter than ever before. With a snarl of rage, she kicks off the tree with enough force to send both her and Alan flying backwards in a flurry of limbs and leaves.
Their bodies collide hard on the ground, the impact sending shockwaves through their aching muscles. For an agonizing moment, they lie there panting heavily, unable to move or breathe as blood pours from their wounds onto the damp earth
Alan lay on top of her, staring at her biomask as he glared at her and she returned it, they simply couldn't move anymore as they laid there, the Yautja once again felt his groin into her's and his one hand remained gripped on her breast to hold her down
The Yautja female hisses in anger as she feels his manhood pressed against her once more and his hand groping at her breast. Her yellow eyes narrow to slits, determination burning brightly within them as she plots a way to turn the tables on her human adversary. Slowly, she begins to gather strength, readying herself for one final, desperate attack.
With lightning speed, her wristblades flash through the air and slam into Alan's sides with bone-shattering force. Blood erupts from his mouth as he is sent flying across the clearing, crashing heavily against a nearby tree and sliding to the ground in a broken heap.
Her movements slow and deliberate now, she climbs unsteadily to her feet, careful not to aggravate her injuries further. Blood pours from several deep wounds down her body as she walks toward Alan
He tried pulling himself back, getting back against a tree as he stared at her approaching. Till he noted she had noticed where his trap was laid, he allowed her come closer
The Yautja female senses the trap before her and hesitates for just a moment, wondering if it might be a ruse to lure her into an even deadlier ambush. She sniffs the air cautiously, trying to detect any signs of movement or trickery nearby. As she carefully steps closer to the makeshift trap, her eyes narrow on Alan who lies injured and broken against the tree.
Her decision made, she charges forward with renewed fury, ignoring the pain that screams through her body as she leaps at him in a blur of silver and blood. Her wristblades slash down toward his head, aiming to end this futile contest once and for all.
He had ducked just enough to avoid the blow, allowing her stuck her blade into the tree before with all the strength he had left, slammed his gauntlet into her face, knocking off her biomask and revealing her predator face
The Yautja female grunts in pain as the impact knocks her off-balance and rattles her skull. With a snarl of fury, she whirls around, still clutching onto the tree with one hand, wrist blade extended to defend herself. Her yellow eyes burn with determination and hatred as they lock onto Alan's own human orbs beneath his heavy lids.
She doesn't even see it coming when he lunges forward, grappling her by the throat and forcing her back against another tree. Her strength wanes as his grip tightens, choking off precious air from her lungs. Blood trickles down her neck as she struggles futilely to break free from his iron grasp.
He grunted as he kept the pressure, determined finish this at last, pressing in her as he kept the choke
The Yautja female's struggles grow weaker with each passing moment as her body slowly begins to shut down from lack of air. Her yellow eyes lose their fury and start to glaze over, the hatred in them replaced by acceptance of defeat. Blood trickles from the corners of her mouth as she gasps for breath, but it's already too late.
Suddenly, there's a strange tingling sensation in her chest. Confusion washes over her for a moment before realization sets in; this human has killed her. The last thing she sees is the blur of Alan as he withdraws his knife from her chest and stands back, breathing heavily from exertion and adrenaline.
Alan looked back at the body of the Yautja, finally at last he had avenged his squad. He let out a roar, letting everything out he had held in him till he collapsed, exhausted. Unaware, he was not alone for three more female Predators had watched his battle, eyeing him with interest
The three remaining Yautja females exchange glances, their eyes filled with surprise and respect for the human warrior who had just bested one of their own. They watch as he collapses to the ground, exhausted from his ordeal. For a moment, they debate what to do next; leave him be as a warning to others or hunt him down themselves for sport.
Finally, one of the females speaks up. "He is brave and skilled," she says quietly, her voice raspy with admiration. "I would not mind testing my abilities against such an adversary." The other two nod in agreement, their yellow eyes fixed on Alan's prone form.
With a predator-like grace, they slip into the shadows of the jungle, moving stealthily toward him. Their plan is simple: have him healed and rewarded
Alan saw their movement towards him, groaning in pain as he tried stand up but couldn't as the three Yautja surrounded him. "Alright, whose first?" He was ready to face death, but to his surprise the female Yautjas didn't attacked him, two moved to their fallen comrade to carry while one, a female Yautja with leopard colored like skin and black armor moved to him and lifted him up. "Wha-where are you taking me?" Alan felt guarded yet couldn't do much while in the Predator's grip as he was proceeded be carried somewhere.
"You have impressed us, human," the leopard-skinned Yautja says in a low growl, her eyes narrowed as she studies him intently. "We do not often find prey that can match our strength and skill." As they walk through the jungle toward an unseen destination, her grip on his arm loosens slightly but remains firm nonetheless.
The other two Yautja females follow close behind, their movements silent and deadly despite their injured state. The atmosphere around them is tense, almost predatory as they make their way deeper into the heart of the jungle.