Feweh wrote: ↑06 Feb 2018, 14:30
You've fucked up the lore and story pretty hard.
Since you have a shit-ton of +1s I'll give you 1 chance to show you know Lore really well about predators.
Write something unique, a third person account of events or a fabricated story about Predators using what sources we have.
Thank you for the chance to let me display some of the lore i've been learning alot about in the past months.
This story follows the the character Doz'ruk, who first visited earth during the late nineteenth century
in Africa during the Anglo-Zulu wars. Fascinated by the clash of hunters, his story begins in the deeply forested
areas controlled by the Zulu Kingdom.
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A grand view of earth is visible upon the various displays within a Scout Ship orbiting the planet, and
a clawed finger manages the controls during descent. Do'zruk, one of many young predators begin their
hunt in 1879 is one of them,who bears the symbol of his clan burned on his forehead from his first hunt.
Unbeknownst to him, a large human conflict was at its height at the time. In little time, he
arrives in his pod crushing the jungle flora underneath him, and causes a flock of birds nearby to flee his landing zone.
He double checks the tubes leading from his Bio-Mask, they close with a short hiss.
Examining the land, he notices the large paths and tracks, human made. The moisture and warmth
of the continent pleases Do'zruk and his kin. He leaps atop the skinny trees littered around the dirt path.
A small band of unarmed zulu's approach the path from the entrance of the treeline, carrying an injured
man who bleeds profusely from a bad wound in his leg. Rather than interact with the crippled and innocent, he stalks and
waits for them to pass. Continuing his way, cloaked upon the treetops, he becomes more and more aware that he is headed right
towards the front. At the beginning of the sunset, he engages his bio-mask's thermal vision. The dark canopy of jungle trees casts a shadow concealing
almost everything.
Doz'ruk pauses for a moment. He senses something coming. A rustling could be heard in the bushes. Hacking apart the dense
jungle vines, a lost pair of armed and uniformed empire soldiers enter the clearing of the path. They take a few steps forward,
before the more eager of the two falls into a trapping pit. Cries of zulu soldiers could be heard from all sides, and an especially
large spear-wielding giant of a human charges in from the brush and impales his enemy! His syncophants follow in, all jabbing and taunting the
'white devil' stuck within the trap. Doz'ruk laughs out loud, and the smiling smug faces of the zulu soldiers quickly turn to a look of dismay.
He descends from the tree tops, relieving his cloak and bellows out a large roar towards the african men-of-war. Completely shocked, a few of them completely run off.
They are quickly tagged down by Doz'ruks Plasma Pistol, which he quickly withdraws with his left hand. With a graceful and swift single motion, a large
Scimitar extends from his right bracer. A pair of the large zulu's underlings charge under order, and are quickly eviscerated in half, starting from the knave down to the chops.
The large zulu is left alone. He circles around the hulking beast in front of him, spear in hand. A large crackling of plant matter could be heard behind him.
It was an Elite Predator from Doz'ruks clan, who specialized in his tactile and precise use of his spear. He uncloaks behind the human, who darts his look towards him, who points toward Doz'ruk and redirects his gaze. He means to observe an honorable battle between the two.
Sheathing his weapons, Doz'ruk reaches to his bracer and robotically emits a message from the Language Translator within it. "sizolwa yedwa" (we will fight alone)
Loud thuds could be heard on the dirt ground below him. He took off his armour piece by piece. At last, he twists the clips attaching his Bio-Mask to his face,
with each one producing the familiar pressure-differential noise as they dangle down, and removes it. Exposing his guise, one initiatory roar marks the start of their duel.The strong human thrusts forward, and Doz'ruk dodges his strike. With a frustrated tackle, he attempts to off-balance Doz'ruk, and is overpowered by his overwhelming power.He crawls backward, embarrasingly grabbing his weapon he dropped in the process while being laughed at mockingly by the pair of hunters.
The Elite Predator tells Doz'ruk;"It's been long enough, brother." Heeding his leader's orders Doz'ruk ends the duel swiftly, with multiple decisive blows to the zulu's chest, effectively disemboweling them.
"He proved a worthy trophy" Doz'ruk mutters. Lifting the lifeless corpse up, he rips out his spine and skull with a final roar to mark the end of his hunt.
The Elite Predator uncloaks, and gives him a honorable nod of acknlowedgement. He mentions that he will report his wit and grace in this hunt to the Clan Leader(who had cleared a hive of roughly 350 xenomorphs with only two others in the hunting party),a serious honour to a blooded predator such as Doz'ruk, especially since his ultimate goal in his life is to live up to his father who was an Adjudicator. Gathering the rest of their skulls, he returns to his scout ship and displays the pretty trophies in its chamber with various fixtures for affixing skulls and the like.
He plots the course back to the mother ship where he will rest and plan his next hunt.
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I have been watching & studying predator lore intensively aswell as the honor code before and during my application process.
Thank you again for this chance.
I spent a good bit of two months cooking up my application, and to see people enjoy and recognize the effort is really rewarding.
