They're Out There [PART 1]
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(Quick thing here: I don't have the BEST knowledge of Predators and how exactly they work compared between the various franchises and the server (a lot of my information I know comes from the Code of Honor, some slight research, interactions with Preds in-game, and Pred Applications). Please don't hate me a TON if something is wrong or seems off. You can hate me a little, just a little.)
Paul 'Grunt' Lorenz, Bravo Squad
Was he dead? Had the devil finally after all these years caught up to him, and dragged him down to Hell? All he saw was a pitch black darkness, yet all he could hear was a ear piercing ringing. Man, this was some shitty Hell. That's when he heard it, that voice. It almost sounded like Allen...
"Grunt? Grunt?! Goddamn it I swear to God if your ass is dead too..."
Huh, so he wasn't dead. Well shit. Grunt began to mutter something along the lines of 'Why the hell am I still alive?' before slowly opening his eyes, seeing that there was smoke still somewhat visible from the explosion. Wait, the explosion. The ambush. Crap, he had almost forgotten about that fucking ambush. Squad Lead said she had picked up movement all around yet they couldn't see shit. Then Grunt saw something in the air move. Not a person, and not the goddamn "lizards" Alpha claimed to have been seeing. These were something else. If they were real, if the ambush was real, then...
"Grunt we gotta fucking go! Those assholes snatched the SL, we gotta help her!" Grunt immediately could tell it was Allen, sounding extremely panicked. Sure enough, looking to his right, Grunt saw Private Allen, and behind him Corporal Henrick, the squad Engineer who seemed much more calm than Allen, though he could tell from the cautious look on his face he still knew the seriousness of the situation, and was in no mood to joke about it like he usually did. Henrick's uniform was covered in blood, Holt's blood to be exact. Paul was beginning to remember everything else, like how that fucking disc flew straight through Holt and Hopper, and killed them almost instantly, or how one of the masked men came up behind Keys while she was scouting with her sniper and impaled her with a spear while she was scoped in. They even got poor Ricky, who gave em' hell with the Smartgun for a minute, who managed to hurt one of em' pretty bad before they took him out. Fucking assholes.
Then there was that fucking explosion. He had no idea how THAT happened, whether it was a bad nade, or a tank shot, or even something from the masked men. Whatever it was, it sent Grunt off his feet and knocked him out for... well however long he was out.
Allen held out a shaking hand to Grunt, in which he grabbed and used to help himself up. Henrick slowly walked over, examining Grunt before welcoming him back to the land of the living by giving him a nod and tossing him his Pulse Rifle, with the Red Dot and Forward Grip attachments still surprisingly on.
"Allen is right. As much as I don't want to fucking get murdered by these masked assholes, we gotta help the SL. We're basically her only hope since Delta still hasn't gotten fucking comms back up yet. Why the CO decided to put DELTA of all squads on FOB and Comms duty I don't fucking-"
Grunt shushed Henrick, who gave a slight growl before listening. It was hard to tell but it sounded like.. screaming. It had to be the SL. Henrick pumped his shotgun, motioning for the two boots to follow him as he began to run the direction of the screaming. Allen would nod, inserting a new mag into his Pulse Rifle, before following with Paul not far behind. Rushing through Storage, they passed numerous bodies of deceased colonists, and began to see small drops of green blood on the floor, no doubt from one of the masked men. The screams also got louder as they grew closer to Engineering, but suddenly just cut off. Grunt began to think the worst, and he could tell from the nervous expressions on both Allen and Henricks' faces that they were thinking the same thing. The three eventually found themselves at a red door marked 'Engineering', which was welded shut. A window on it's left however, was busted open and had fresh blood dripping from the front, presumably from the SL if and when she was dragged through. Henrick used the back end of his shotgun to clear away any shards of glass still attatched to the window, before quietly climbing through, with Grunt and Allen silently following behind.
"G- god help me..."
Was that... her? No.. it sounded off. Like her, but off. Somewhat distorted and at one point dipped down in pitch. Grunt knew it wasn't her, but Allen was easily fooled, who quickly ran ahead, weapon ready.
"Allen, wait!" Henrick hissed, but it was too late. Allen was too far ahead and turned a corner, now unable to be seen by him or Grunt. The two quickly broke into a sprint, trying to keep up with Allen, and eventually found themselves at the control room. It was ransacked, chairs flung everywhere and bullet casings scattered the tile floor, producing a small metallic 'ting' every time one of the marines made contact with one. The small red blinking light, along with the lights produced by the marines' armor, allowed them to navigate to the controls, which looked to be in somewhat working order. They suddenly heard Allen's muffled yelling from the other side of the closed shutter, just in front of the controls.
"Oh fuck! Fucking fuck!" The two looked at each other, before quickly looking at the controls, trying to find the button to open it. Henrick would give a small 'Ah ha!' before pressing a blue button, allowing the shutter in front of them to rise as it sounded like it was struggling to move. In front of them was a gruesome sight: on his hands and knees was Allen, looking down. Below him was what was left of the Squad Lead's armor and uniform, covered all-over in bright red blood. To the side of that, was just... skin. Human skin, laid out flat against the floor neatly and almost carefully. There were other various remains, but her head and skull were no where to be seen, along with her helmet. Henrick quickly turned away, vomiting on a chair, while Grunt rushed outside, putting a hand on Allen's shoulder.
"They.. they fucking skinned her man! She's dead man! The fucking Squad Lead is dead!" Grunt attempted to shake Allen out of it, but he had lost it. Then, they both heard a frantic knock from the window. It was Henrick, a pale terrified look was on his face, pointing behind them. Turning around, they'd see what Grunt saw before: the air moving. Allen screamed, un-holstering his M4A3 and firing a shot at it. The bullet would make contact and one of the masked men suddenly appeared from thin air, shrugging off the shot.
"They can go invisible? Are you fucking shitting me?!" Grunt yelled, helping Allen to his feet. "Get inside, quickly! Before-" He'd be interrupted by the now even more pissed off masked man, who'd let out a loud roar, followed by two others in the distance. Allen and Grunt would sprint inside, holding the door closed till Henrick arrived with his welder, quickly sealing off the door.
"Well, fuck."
Paul 'Grunt' Lorenz, Bravo Squad
Was he dead? Had the devil finally after all these years caught up to him, and dragged him down to Hell? All he saw was a pitch black darkness, yet all he could hear was a ear piercing ringing. Man, this was some shitty Hell. That's when he heard it, that voice. It almost sounded like Allen...
"Grunt? Grunt?! Goddamn it I swear to God if your ass is dead too..."
Huh, so he wasn't dead. Well shit. Grunt began to mutter something along the lines of 'Why the hell am I still alive?' before slowly opening his eyes, seeing that there was smoke still somewhat visible from the explosion. Wait, the explosion. The ambush. Crap, he had almost forgotten about that fucking ambush. Squad Lead said she had picked up movement all around yet they couldn't see shit. Then Grunt saw something in the air move. Not a person, and not the goddamn "lizards" Alpha claimed to have been seeing. These were something else. If they were real, if the ambush was real, then...
"Grunt we gotta fucking go! Those assholes snatched the SL, we gotta help her!" Grunt immediately could tell it was Allen, sounding extremely panicked. Sure enough, looking to his right, Grunt saw Private Allen, and behind him Corporal Henrick, the squad Engineer who seemed much more calm than Allen, though he could tell from the cautious look on his face he still knew the seriousness of the situation, and was in no mood to joke about it like he usually did. Henrick's uniform was covered in blood, Holt's blood to be exact. Paul was beginning to remember everything else, like how that fucking disc flew straight through Holt and Hopper, and killed them almost instantly, or how one of the masked men came up behind Keys while she was scouting with her sniper and impaled her with a spear while she was scoped in. They even got poor Ricky, who gave em' hell with the Smartgun for a minute, who managed to hurt one of em' pretty bad before they took him out. Fucking assholes.
Then there was that fucking explosion. He had no idea how THAT happened, whether it was a bad nade, or a tank shot, or even something from the masked men. Whatever it was, it sent Grunt off his feet and knocked him out for... well however long he was out.
Allen held out a shaking hand to Grunt, in which he grabbed and used to help himself up. Henrick slowly walked over, examining Grunt before welcoming him back to the land of the living by giving him a nod and tossing him his Pulse Rifle, with the Red Dot and Forward Grip attachments still surprisingly on.
"Allen is right. As much as I don't want to fucking get murdered by these masked assholes, we gotta help the SL. We're basically her only hope since Delta still hasn't gotten fucking comms back up yet. Why the CO decided to put DELTA of all squads on FOB and Comms duty I don't fucking-"
Grunt shushed Henrick, who gave a slight growl before listening. It was hard to tell but it sounded like.. screaming. It had to be the SL. Henrick pumped his shotgun, motioning for the two boots to follow him as he began to run the direction of the screaming. Allen would nod, inserting a new mag into his Pulse Rifle, before following with Paul not far behind. Rushing through Storage, they passed numerous bodies of deceased colonists, and began to see small drops of green blood on the floor, no doubt from one of the masked men. The screams also got louder as they grew closer to Engineering, but suddenly just cut off. Grunt began to think the worst, and he could tell from the nervous expressions on both Allen and Henricks' faces that they were thinking the same thing. The three eventually found themselves at a red door marked 'Engineering', which was welded shut. A window on it's left however, was busted open and had fresh blood dripping from the front, presumably from the SL if and when she was dragged through. Henrick used the back end of his shotgun to clear away any shards of glass still attatched to the window, before quietly climbing through, with Grunt and Allen silently following behind.
"G- god help me..."
Was that... her? No.. it sounded off. Like her, but off. Somewhat distorted and at one point dipped down in pitch. Grunt knew it wasn't her, but Allen was easily fooled, who quickly ran ahead, weapon ready.
"Allen, wait!" Henrick hissed, but it was too late. Allen was too far ahead and turned a corner, now unable to be seen by him or Grunt. The two quickly broke into a sprint, trying to keep up with Allen, and eventually found themselves at the control room. It was ransacked, chairs flung everywhere and bullet casings scattered the tile floor, producing a small metallic 'ting' every time one of the marines made contact with one. The small red blinking light, along with the lights produced by the marines' armor, allowed them to navigate to the controls, which looked to be in somewhat working order. They suddenly heard Allen's muffled yelling from the other side of the closed shutter, just in front of the controls.
"Oh fuck! Fucking fuck!" The two looked at each other, before quickly looking at the controls, trying to find the button to open it. Henrick would give a small 'Ah ha!' before pressing a blue button, allowing the shutter in front of them to rise as it sounded like it was struggling to move. In front of them was a gruesome sight: on his hands and knees was Allen, looking down. Below him was what was left of the Squad Lead's armor and uniform, covered all-over in bright red blood. To the side of that, was just... skin. Human skin, laid out flat against the floor neatly and almost carefully. There were other various remains, but her head and skull were no where to be seen, along with her helmet. Henrick quickly turned away, vomiting on a chair, while Grunt rushed outside, putting a hand on Allen's shoulder.
"They.. they fucking skinned her man! She's dead man! The fucking Squad Lead is dead!" Grunt attempted to shake Allen out of it, but he had lost it. Then, they both heard a frantic knock from the window. It was Henrick, a pale terrified look was on his face, pointing behind them. Turning around, they'd see what Grunt saw before: the air moving. Allen screamed, un-holstering his M4A3 and firing a shot at it. The bullet would make contact and one of the masked men suddenly appeared from thin air, shrugging off the shot.
"They can go invisible? Are you fucking shitting me?!" Grunt yelled, helping Allen to his feet. "Get inside, quickly! Before-" He'd be interrupted by the now even more pissed off masked man, who'd let out a loud roar, followed by two others in the distance. Allen and Grunt would sprint inside, holding the door closed till Henrick arrived with his welder, quickly sealing off the door.
"Well, fuck."
