:Death World:

[Macman253]

Blood-Tracker surveyed the local area quietly with his Falcon, heat readings showed the Marine patrol was five men strong. Blood-Tracker needed to test himself, he needed the thrill of the hunt. He leaped from tree branch to branch, his thermographic vision showing the array of footsteps on the jungle floor. The voices of the humans was picked up on his audio sensors long before he heard them.

 

"Hey lieutenant, why are we out here in this overgrown garden anyway." Said one of the Marines to the man up front, leading the pack.

 

The Lieutenant looked back and smiled.

 

"Edwards, were here because the brass says we need to be here. Supposedly two days ago a unknown object fell planetside here. Brass thinks its just a meteor but the eggheads want us to check it." Revealed the Lieutenant as they walked further.

 

Blood-Tracker leapt from his spot on a large branch across their path and landed in the split trunk of a tree and dug his claws in.

 

"Wait they got us out here tracking a rock again, one fell planetside two weeks ago and they sent out four teams for that one, never found it...they found a trail that it left in the trees but when they got to point of impact, there was nothing it was strange." Another Marine said as he walked quietly.

 

The female marine laughed and elbowed the other marine.

 

"Tiggs you need to stop reading into those conspiracy stories, when this patrol is over I wanna head to the club and find me a fine lookin' girl and shake of the boots..." Said the female marine, Blood-Tracker noticed her pheremone levels spiked and she seemed to be sexually stimulated. A sense of curiosity coursed through him but he ignored it.

 

Edwards raised his hand in the air. "Wait up I gotta take a crap, be right back..." Said the marine as he walked out of eyesight. This was Blood-Trackers chance, the youngblood landed on the ground quietly and stalked through the jungle. The Marine began to relieve himself, the others in the distance were swapping stories of sexual conquests of their preferred gender. Blood-Tracker extended his dual-wristblades and waited until the Marine picked up his weapon.

 

"Hey Edwards, spray before you go we can smell that s*** all the way over here!" One of the marines yelled, Blood-Tracker grabbed the marine by the mouth and sank his wrist-blades into the marines neck. The human looked into the cold eyeslits of his facemask as the life left him. With a hard jerk the humans head popped off and the spine came with it, a perfect trophy.

 

The Youngblood leaped up into the trees once more as the wet slap of flesh that was once the marine struck the dirt. Tracker tuned his masks vocal mimic to that of the dead marine.

 

The female marine left the group to go looking for the missing soldier, as she walked she heard edwards voice come from her left. "Over here!" she heard. "Yeah i'm comin' want me to wipe your ass too Edwards.." she said as she walked through the underbrush, when she got there she about let out a scream but as she looked upon the grizzly scene she was lifted in the air, two large metal curved blades protruding from her chest. Blood-Tracker pulled his blades free, hand on her spine and ripped the trophy free of her corpse and the remains hit the earthen jungle floor.

 

Two trophies in as many minutes, Blood-Tracker moved silently through the forest floor. two down, three to go.

 

"Hey lieutenant, where is Edwards and Vasquez? They have been gone awhile." Asked Tiggs as he checked the magazine of his pulse rifle.

 

The Lieutenant looked around and smiled, "Where do you think they are?" he made a thrusting motion with his hips and the pair began to laugh.

 

Blood-Tracker gave off the mimic of the woman laughing and the pair of marines went back to back with their rifles leveled at the forest.

 

"Vasquez!?" Tiggs asked, "Edwards?" asked the Lieutenant. Blood-Tracker dropped down quietly next to them and dropped his cloak and roared ferociously as he sank both pairs of wrist-blades into the marines and lifted the pair up off the ground.

 

Tiggs died nearly instantly but the Lieutenant struggled, blood pouring from his mouth. He grabbed his sidearm and fired a shot into the face of the xeno. Its mask came off to reveal a horrific face.

 

"You're an ugly mother fu..." He said as he expired. Blood-Tracker roared as he claimed his trophies.