The characters of the Alien and the Predator are property of 20th century Fox. All characters from the Buffyverse are Property of Joss Whedon. Everything else belongs to me.
Andorra walked in the dark place. The flagship of the fleet, the “Aerial Strike”, was as dark and cold as the black void of space. The “Aerial Strike” was a hollowed out asteroid used for training and generational hunts. It held a complete ecosystem managed by a network of quantum computers. The living area of the “Aerial Strike” was well over twenty-five thousand cubic miles in volume. The “Aerial Strike” was still spinning. It had ninety-five percent of the home world gravity. Above her head were thousands of square miles of frozen rivers and lakes and a landscape caught in a deep arctic freeze.
Andorra could hear the sounds of alien life stirring in the darkness. She heard the calls of bird like creatures in the air above her. Their high pitched squeaks build and echoed until it became an unbearable cacophony of hellish sound. She heard something huge crashing through the trees to her left. It bellowed loudly. Its deep guttural noise made the ground beneath her shake. She came here to clean out the plague but clearly her flagship was infected with other creatures not born of nature.
Something moved behind her. Andorra leaned forward. A brown tentacle barely missed her. It whipped in the air over her head. One teammate was not so lucky. As she turned, she saw her cousin snatched into the air. There was a scream. Blood and chunks of body parts rained down upon her. Andorra cursed as she brought up her plasma rifle and fired blindly into the darkness. Her teammates followed. The landscape lit up with the yellow-white glow of plasma fire. What she saw in the flicker of the gun light chilled her to the core.
“The “Aerial Strike” was full of demons.
A solid mass of monsters surrounded her. Every nightmare from every species in the galaxy was here. Rubbery tentacles slithered towards her. She sliced them with her serrated blade without thinking. Green blood splattered across her facemask. She didn’t care. Andorra launched a series of grenades at the monsters. Blinding white light filled the air. Chunks of red meat exploded into long streamers of flaming flesh arcing into the dark like sparks from a heap of fireworks. Something black shot in from the edges. It was the plague. Razor sharp teeth glistened against smooth black skin. The Alien brought it’s spiky tail up as it leapt at Andorra. Her wrist claws extended. She stabbed straight up penetrating the alien’s head. She yanked her claws out tearing the alien apart from the inside. The alien screamed as it grabbed her by the throat. Acid blood dripped on her hand. The pain felt like fire. Andorra screamed. The pain only made her angry. With her other hand, Andorra grabbed her combat staff, placed it against the alien and activated it. The point of the spear stabbed into the alien brain. It was dead instantly. Andorra pulled it out. Her spear was unharmed.
“Is this hell?” Andorra thought. “Never before has there been such a vulgar display of the unnatural.” She was right. No Yautja had ever encountered such a concentration of supernatural creatures. Something else was bothering her. Andorra began to have sensations she’d never had before. It felt like her brain was itching from the inside. The extreme presence of the supernatural was awakening genes that been dormant in the Yautja for millions of years. Her vision rippled. Time shattered for her. It felt as if she was living seven lives at once. She felt herself standing on the primordial Earth. Silhouetted in the fires of the new born planet the monstrous forms of the Old Ones were everywhere. She lifted her head. A ship miles across floated in the air in an impossible silence. She saw the Engineers working their strange machines. One of the Engineers saw her.
“You’re not supposed to be here!” It said. Blackness covered her vision. It returned again. She saw the cracked facemask of Barik Null. It was on a shelf, next to the polished white alien skull send to the Buffy Summers.
“There was a time when I was a god to a god.” Andorra could hear Illyria say. She saw Illyria in her true form. A headless creature hundreds of feet tall stood before her. Andorra was hypnotized by it’s long tentacles waiving in the air. Someone pushed her aside as teeth barely missed her. Her visions collapsed. Her facemask display showed her a screen full of monsters. Something moved. She stood and laid down a round of suppressor fire strafing the wall of monsters with balls of blue white fire.
A facehugger with yellow brown skin jumped at her. She pulled the trigger. One blast came out of the gun. The facehugger exploded. Entrails covered her facemask. Andorra pulled it off without thinking.
Her eyes amazed her. She could see the world around her in the pitch black. To her, the “Aerial Strike” was a blue white wonderland of horror. Far up the curve of the world she could see the blue ice in a frozen river hundreds of miles away. She could see huge six foot tall creatures that looked like albino penguins with their blood red eyes and pale pink skin creatures not seen since the cold wastes of Kadath. The horrors told her what to do. She opened her wristband and called her ship. She said one word.
The ship heard her. The artificial intelligence aboard her ship issued orders to the computers that controlled the “Ariel Strike”. The “Aerial Strike” reviewed the orders and microseconds later agreed. It activated it’s hyper drives. The length of the asteroid rumbled. It shook as terrifying forces bubbled up from the engine room. The concentrated rings of exotic matter that lined the asteroid came to life. The laws of physics shifted. The hyper drive activated but the ship did not move. The A.I ran the hyper-drive up to full power, and then turned the space warping fields inward into the tender interior of the asteroid. Instantaneously everything inside the ship jumped into hyperspace for a fraction of a second.
It took Andorra’s ship a full day to find her floating in Jupiter’s orbit. When she was well enough, she checked her score. She was pleased at the points she had earned. It was a good hunt.