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Aliens versus Predator: Hunter's Warfare
By Powerhouse
The clan Chieftan sat in his throne room looking down onto his subjects as they prepared for a Royal Hunt, located on the oomans home planet. Even though it wasn't the high temperature they liked for a hunt, it was new territory, so it came as a test to the Chieftan to prove he was skilled enough to hunt under any condition. He looked down upon his fellow Yautja, preparing for the hunt. A conveyorbelt carried hundreds of hard meat eggs from the cargo hold of the ship to the docking area. This batch of eggs wold be the second wave of eggs to be laid on the hunting grounds. The Chieftan's royal hunters unpacked their weapons and strapped themselves with conventional armor. A loud roar could be heard outside of the ship as ozone scratched at the hull. They were entering the planets atmosphere. There was a loud cheer from the group as they strapped on their burners,and loaded their spear guns ready to begin their hunt. This would be the hunt of their lives
Duane was at his house in a noname town in Pa. He was packing a fairly large pistol and cases of ammunition into the back of his Jeep. He ducked his head under the roof of the car. His back ached as he stood up. Fifty-some years of work and hunting had wore on him.Even at that age he was still hunting during almost any season. He and his sons Ian and Devin were preparing for their annual hunting to the Rocky Mountains for the abundant deer, ram, and, if they were lucky, bear. The had given an invitation to several of their hunting friends. Among them were Chris Gantz and their neighbor Marcus.
Devin and Ian came into their fathers house and saw him packing lots of ammunition for the trip, far more than they would possibly need.
"Dad, you know we never end up using even close to a quater of the ammo you pack. There's absolutly no reason for it dad." complained his youngest son Devin.
"Well Dev, ya never have enough ammo when you need it." said Duane with a grin on his face. Both of his sons shook their heads and laughed at their father.
"Come on dad, it's just a waste of space taking all of that ammo. No reason in taking that much" complained his oldest son Ian.
"Well, I'm always prepared, always," Duane replied. He walked back into the house to grab the rest of the firearms. This would be the hunt of their lives.
7/1/2003 6:10:06 PM
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