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As the Yautja clans Mothership entered the Solar system, the young recently blooded Zathar-Veraz sat, meditating in an observation room. The trip had been long, but the planet they were approaching would be well worth the wait as it was the jewel of his clans territories, the creatures on the planet were plentiful and viscious, if lacking the cunning of the serpents. Clicking his mandibles together in anticipation of the hunt, of the feeling of elation, strength and pride to grace his clan and himself, he dons his biomask and gathers his weaponry and traps. Making his way to meet with his hunting group. The three Yautja, all of whom had been on the same hunt to earn their blooded status embarked on their pods, launching from the mothership towards the large tropical planet. On the Planet, they regroup and setup the camp for their extended hunt, despite their close bond the hunters barely exchanged words, working together to establish the campsite and cook. Spending the rest of the night in contemplation and preparing their minds and weapons for the hunt that awaited them. The night passed, though Zathar slept minimally, the adrenaline in his blood made it almost impossible, first up of the group he gathered his equipment, ate hastily and departed, climbing up the trees and heading south from the camp, leaping between the ancient branches of the trees as he sought signs of his prey.
Locating the signs of one of the more aggressive creatures of the planet he drops down to the ground, taking note of the tracks, estimating that the tracks were made the previous day, he notes the direction and estimated speed of the creature, judging by the slow ambling gait, given the depth of the tracks, the creature would be close, the den would have been close. He leaps back into the trees, clambering swiftly up the trees once again as he moves further south, searching for signs of the creatures den. Finding it not long after, the caves entrance was scattered with bones of the creatures previous meals, serving as a marker for the dens occupant and a warning to all others from approaching the claimed territory, activating his cloak he drops down to the ground and stalks to the entrance, placing down a trap before he enters the cave system, gripping his combistick as he extends it and stalks through the large cave, switching the biomask through its vision spectres, finding no signs of the creature, no struggle and no fresh kills. Unusual, the creatures tend to not leave their dens unless hunting, he detracts the combistick and attaching it to its holder. He searches the cave for any signs of anything that would indicate what occured here, finding some odd metal objects, he was unfamiliar with, another species were hunting on this planet? But there was no blood, no markings, no trophy. Unusual. Fetching his trap on his exit from the cave, he searched the area around the entrance for anything he missed before entering, finding nothing of note, nothing that seemed out of the normal, his trophy eludes him for now it would appear, vocalising his displeasure of the situation before climbing back into the treeline, making his way to the west this time.
The next hour was spent leaping from tree branch to tree branch punctuated by only sporadic sightings of smaller creatures, not worthy of his attention. This was both unusual and disturbing, this planet was the best of his clans hunting grounds,
what could have caused this lack of creatures, was this a sign from the gods? Were they displeased with him? Or something more sinister. His thoughts were disturbed by a loud, splintering sound. He turned his head, filtering through vision modes on his mask until he spots faint signatures of creatures, a few hundred meters from him, leaping across more trees until he reaches a good spot to observe, he picks up speech from the creatures, observing them carefully from his vantage point he began to recognise them as Humans, despite being one of the weaker of the prey he could have found, he was aware of the races intelligence, cunning and adaptability although he had never encountered a Human to date, he was curious he was not aware of a Human colony on the planet, so he began to stalk the group, listening to their conversation as his biomasks language translator deciphered the language into the Yautja tongue. The group was apparently on a scouting patrol, having dealt with the hostile fauna in the area to establish a research facility. The groups leader appeared to be a burly man, set with muscle, a target named Franklin, the Human scout group began to move further south, on the way back to their outpost followed, unbeknown to them, by the Yautja hunter stalking them from the trees. The scouting group encountered no hostiles and for a half hour the group travelled uninterrupted, Zathar decided he had waited long enough to test out the preys abilities, he used his biomask to vocally mimic a Human, dropping from the trees he stalks closely behind the group before moving into the undergrowth to the right of the group, "Over here!", the group had stopped and they responded to the new voice with confusion. Shortly two of the group of five appeared in the undergrowth, cutting their way towards the source of the voice, seeing nothing, Zathar readied himself, remaining with his cloak deployed he stalked behind the pair, observing them before disabling the cloak, roaring a challenge. The two Humans turn to face the Yautja, they had vastly differing actions as the one stumbles back landing on his backside and yells in fright, the second raises the rifle in his hands and shoots towards Zathar, hitting him in the shoulder. Zathar roars and jumps forward, extending his wrist blades, slicing through the neck of the Human who had shot him, cleanly slicing the head from its shoulders, turning his attention to the second, who had moved trying to get to his feet, Zathar jumps towards him and kicks him in the chest, sending the Human tumbling backwards. Zathar follows him swiftly as the yells of the other three of the scouting party announced their arrival into the undergrowth, shots ringing out as bullets hit around Zathar, the thrill of the hunt and combat filling his veins, Zathar reaches down and grabs the weapon from the crawling Human, extending his wrist blades once again as he slices into the Humans chest, the blow was grazing, tearing at the flesh but causing no life threatening injuries before he activates his cloak and runs further into the undergrowth, leaping into the trees to make his way from the scene, circling back after he had attained enough height and the Humans were focused on tending to the injured and dead. The Humans were in a state of shock and panic, the decapitated body had been dragged from the undergrowth onto the path and the injured man was being tended to. Zathar noted that the groups leader was visibly less put off by the events, co-coordinating the groups efforts as the sun began to sink in the sky. The group realised they would never get back to their outpost before nightfall and their outlook sank, amused, Zathar was content to allow them to dwell in their fear and anxiety, he wanted to push the leader of the group to the brink, enrage him so he would be a more promising trophy. Zathar waited in the tree branches far above the group, following them, they took some time to bury their fallen comrade having decided they didn't want to carry the fallen back to the outpost and reasoning they could come back to recover the corpse, from their they carried on until the sky was dark, Zathar followed the group until they made camp, he observed them for a few moments as they set up their camp before making his way back to where they buried their fallen comrade, digging up the corpse he stripped it and began to skin it, carving the skin from the body as he began to work on his next trap.
The dawn of the next day was met with horror for the group, as they found a few bloodied bones resting on the path towards their outpost, despite having had a lookout throughout the night somehow they had been unable to spot the Yautja moving around, depositing the ribs of the deceased scout in a pile on the path. Despite this unwelcome start to the day, things were going to get much worse, thirty minutes from when the scouts had began their journey they found the rest of the deceased scout, his body had been strung up from the branches of the trees, dangling above the centre of the path. The injured scout and his tender remained on the road as the Leader and the fourth scout searched the area for signs of their attacker, Zathar watched their progress from his vantage point amongst the branches and used his biomask to mimic the voice of the deceased scout. "Over here! What is it?!". The two freeze and look around, weapons at the ready, sighting down their scopes to locate the mysterious creature to no avail. Zathar then drops down from the branches, choosing his decent to land just off the path, the two Humans were looking around as they began to move back towards the other pair, Zathar selects his smart disc, waiting for the right moment before throwing it at the Humans, the disc skims through the air and slices through the Scouts arm cutting it clean from his body, the agonised scream of the Scout sends the native avian flying from their nests, the Scout Leader spins to see the arm hit the floor with a bloodied splat, before spinning and unloading his magazine into the foliage in the direction the weapon had come from, the shots missing Zathar who had moved around in his cloak, the Leader moves forward to where he had shot after reloading, using this time Zathar grabbed the armless Scout and impales him with his wristblades to end his life, the Leader spins in time to see Zathar retreating into the undergrowth once again. Not willing to let this creature get away with killing two of his scouts he gives chase, firing his weapon at the swiftly departing creature to no avail, soon losing sight of the creature as he enters a clearing in the undergrowth he scans the trees and the bushes around the area, realising he was now alone and cut off from the last two members of his scouting party. Nevertheless, he readied his weapon and steps further into the clearing. Zathar, observes him from the undergrowth, cloaked as he waits for the Leader to get to the centre of the clearing, watching as he finds the head of the first scout, shouting insults and in a rage the Leader spins to find the hunter, Zathar chooses this moment to leave the undergrowth, uncloaking and roaring his challenge. The Leader hesitates for a moment before opening fire at the Yautja, Zathar is hit by some of the fire, shrugging off the injuries as if they were nothing as he charges forward, wristblades extending, the first swing misses the Human as he ducks beneath the blow and uses the bayonet on the rifle to dig into Zathars midriff, roaring Zathar swipes with his other arm, knocking the rifle from the hands of the man and kicking him in the chest, a crunching sound emits from the Human as he is sent flying through the clearing. He waits to allow his prey to get back onto his feet, the Human was in clear pain but pulls a combat knife from his boot, satisfied that the prey was still up to the fight Zathar detracts his wristblades and rushes forward, blocking the wild slashes of the Human with his right arm, suffering lacerations from the razor sharp blade in the process, using his left hand to deliver a crushing punch into the Humans right arm, staggering the Human once again, letting the Human recover once again from the Yautjas incredible strength, the Human this time charges for Zathar, catching him a little suprised as the knife is lodged into Zathars shoulder, reacting by lifting the Human off his feet with a punch that sends him barrelling back, landing heavily the Human seems to be on his last legs, Zathar removes the knife from his shoulder, throwing it to the ground and kicking it towards the Human, roaring once again. The Human picks up the knife and readies himself. Zathar rushes forward, blocking the knife blows once again with his arm, sustaining another slicing blow to his right arm, this time, Zathar knocks the blade from his preys hand with a single blow that shatters the Humans arm, a second delivered punch to the Humans gut winds him as the Human screams in pain, dropping to his knees. Zathar grabs the Humans head and, with both hands, pulls with enough strength to tear the head and spine from the Humans body, the young hunter raising his new trophy and roaring in triumph.
Zathar spent the next thirty minutes skinning the Humans corpse, hanging it from the branches of the trees to mark his trophy and kill, he then spends a further hour stripping the skulls of his prey of flesh, cleaning them as best he can in the field before making his way back through the jungle, observing as the two living scouts found the scene of their comrades demise, though he leaves them as they are unworthy of his attention and not fit to offer a promising trophy. The Yautja makes his way back to the shared camp, cleaning and polishing his trophies and tending to his injuries whilst he awaits the return of the others of his hunting group. In the quiet contemplation in his mind Zathar recounts the kills, whilst the Humans were physically weaker than the Yautja, their use of weaponry and social nature means that larger groups would pose more interesting prey. It was at this time Zathar vowed to find more the more challenging trophies that the species could offer.
My play-style as a predator will, as with most predators, revolve around the Hunt, does this mean I will go around robusting marines and xenos alike with impunity? No. Zathar will choose his prey based on their strength or intelligence and follow them, finding out whom they associate with, what their strengths are, what their perceived weaknesses are, he will poke at their nerves and strike at those close to his prey, not killing them, but injuring them and leaving them to cry out for aid, leaving items for the prey to find that he takes from those who die trying to fight him and try to make them come after him, drawing them into a location of his choosing to hunt and deliver the final blow before extracting the trophy for his tophy wall.
I am applying for this whitelist because I am a huge fan of the Predators in the films and on the round, despite them being a very, very, very, easy role to both incite Salt and attract a lot of hate due to their supposed OP-ness and uneccisity in the round. I see them as a potential tool to move rounds along and make a round more interesting when played correctly as I've seen a few times when they are present. I'd like to add to the game and the community by adding engaging scenarios and interact with the marines and (a lesser point here due to the Xenos lower RP standpoints) the Aliens. I am quite active on the server and enjoy myself here in all of the roles that I play and wish to continue to do so, hopefully, in the future I also aim to apply for Commander and Synthetic roles. But my first desire is to apply successfully for the Predator whitelist.
I am not to my knowledge banned on any other server. I only play on here, occasionally on Paradise for my AI games.
I do indeed understand and accept that this is the best way to preserve the standards of Preds.
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