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OOC:Our Tale Begins After the dawn of humanity ,the predators have found earth ,they have taught the humans to build ,they come here and use us to breed
the ultimate hunt...the xenomorph species.
YOU HAVE THE CHOICE OF CHOOSING TO BE:

human
human guyver
Predator Guyver
[pred guyvers are extreamly strong ,so far none have activated a guyver ]

predator
[ any class of predator ,all characters begining this rpg can only develop
there skills and rank by joining the fleet of unblooded predators that starts off the rpg]

Xenomorph
[ any person who chooses to use xenomorph as there characters must have either an alpha xenomorph...an alpha xenomorph is the one in the avp movie who takes out the 2 predators , they can also choose to be a queen ,there should not be any more than a maximum of two queens in the rpg , and its first come first serve [This Must be done in the data files],who ever creates the first 2 queens gets control of the hive and there own drones and any other players who want to be a part of the hive ]

Xenomorph Guyver
[ xenomorph guyvers and rogue creatures ,uncontroled by the hive and driven by the need to destroy all ,xenoguyvers are highly dangerous and phycotic]

any human player can team up with a predator , but lets not have every predator with there own human side kick ,so numbers for that are stricktly limited , and a human can not simply raze his hand and say hey can i join? they must prove in battle ther worthyness.

Predators and Humans both have the ability to activate a guyver unit.
aliens who activate guyver units become rogue and insane killing creatures.

for this to work ,i encourage people to first become predators ,and create and introduce more characters as the story continues ,multiple characters per "Rpg'r" is encouraged.

!!!Remember to check out the data files and to write your own before starting!!!

any questions ,please feel free to ask me ,thank you, and enjoy

here goes nothing.
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A Yahtja Ship approached earth, in one of the halls a young unblooded yahtja sits down and stares at the planet through a large glass window, this hunt meant everything to him, nothing meant more than getting his hands on his first trophy, he had sacrificed everything but his life to get to where he was and he was ready for anything. His name was Izth`Gund.

Izth`Gund Looked at the blue and beautiful planet known as earth , there lives were forfeit for the yahtja and the hunt , they had taught the humans so much ,and had gained a fair bit of knowledge from the humans as well .

This was his first hunt ,he had left his mother and father ,who were “eta” meaning they did not participate in hunt because they were either crippled or cowards ,in his case ,his father was a coward and his mother was crippled by bad bloods ,although females weren’t usually interested in hunting ,it was still embarrassing to him that his parents had been “eta” ,his whole life he had been ridiculed and put down by all yahtja ,they called him names like Gwy`Dawa`koon Which meant one who embarrasses his race.

But Izth`Gund was far from that , his name meant Gift Of Life ,a name which even the weakest of yahtja laughed at, his parents had been indeed unlike most yahtja ,they disliked the hunt and any type of violence ,but Izth`Gund was far from being like them ,and he was out to prove it.

A blue siren blared the light circling around the room once and stopping; this meant that all yahtja were to report to the bridge.

In the bridge the yahtja were given there strict orders, do not kill Pyode amedha (humans) only kill Kainde Amedha (xenomorph)

M-di H`chak crossed his arms and stared at the unblooded younglings one by one, he was one of the biggest and most fearsome looking yahtja you could possibly come by his name meant “no mercy , no fear” and was a perfect interpretation of what he stood for.

It was M-di H`chak’s job to inform the unblooded of the mission, and to overlook its progress and to eliminate any yahtja who broke the code of honour.

In a Deep and Firm Voice he said

“You will all be instructed on the hunt, this is your first hunt, once it has begun, and it will not end until every single hard meat (xenomorph) is dead! Do not! Claim the trophy of another yahtja, you must all come back with a trophy, if you have no trophy to bring back, then it is highly suggested that you don’t come back!

Now, saying that, only jendin (hand to hand combat…only hand weapons are aloud to be used)is to be used , your weapons will consist of...the combi stick and wrist blades ,you will have the chance to have your pick of the armour ,first come first serve ,but you will not however be given a face mask ,not until you have completed the hunt ,and no cloaking equipment will be given either ,besides that no other weapons are to be used ,if someone uses a weapon that is not aloud …lets just say the xenomorph are the least of your worries if you dare break the code. With that good luck, go get some rest ….the hunt begins First thing tomorrow.”

In the decks below the bridge, where the Renegade, Riddick was contained. Of all their people he was one of the very few that instilled fear in their greatest veterans. He remained motionless, his eyes closed, kneeling on the steel grated floor. His arms folded across his chest with chains binding him to this position of supposed humilation. Riddick was unique. Some of his kind said he was possessed by maddened warrior spirits of the old. He slaughtered without remorse and would kill for the simplest quarrels. Dispite of this, he remained unblooded. None would have him aboard their ship. He was a liability, likely to turn an honourable hunt into a massacre of untold proportions. His latest slaughter landed him here.

Bound and chained. His weapons strapped to the opposing wall. He would be released with the other unblooded warriors but unlike them, he'd only have access to these weapons and would be released an hour afterwards to either begin the hunt, complete it successfully and join the ranks of his fellow kin, or remain a renegade and be exiled to the planet. Secretly the senior crew members wished he'd be devoured by the hard meat or face the humilation of being killed by the humans. Regardless, they believed their problems would be solved. Riddick merely whistled an old hunter's tune as the ship sailed along. He was amused that he would be given the chance to kill the other unblooded and steal their armour. But then again, he knew the elder warriors believed that he was incapable of such an act as that. He chuckled darkly, how wrong they would be...

Dez'Guth Stared at riddick ,....if riddick was to go crazy ,he would be the one to put him down like the savage dog he is ,he admired riddick ,but did not trust him, he new riddick was uncontrolable and scoffed at the councils stupidity...putting such a liability on board an unblooded ship.

Dez'Guth hated the council, he knew he had only 2 choices ,fight along side the council ,or fight against them....if he could team up with this great fierce worrior than he could stand a chance....but riddick was not to be trusted...he was a step away from being a bad blood , and only a fool trusts a bad blood.

riddicks eyes met with Dez'guth's and for a few seconds life seemed to pause , all Dez'Guth could feel was Darkness ,Riddick looked away and everything started up again.....Dez'Guth Walked Away ,looking over his shoulder for a few seconds at the mighty figure that stood chained up and contained.

A horrifying grin broke across Riddick’s face after Dez'Guth, in a slightly heightened state of paranoia, strode away. His eyes danced with the ideas of what he would do to someone like Dez'Guth if he were free of these accursed bonds. The thoughts manifested into a satisfying growl. The noise travelled through the decks as though it were some form of subconscious nightmare, each Predator felt it in their own unique way, but the result was strikingly similar. All shivered as the noise crept up their respective spines. He tested his restraints once more; in all actuality all he required was a distraction that lasted for a few minutes to free him from these bonds of tyranny.

His mind replayed the events that were the precursor to his current imprisonment. The murder, the carnage, the glory of the multiple kills, it sent shivers of delight through his dark and twisted mind. The blood of those creatures was sweet with a tinge of coppery iron to it, much like that of the blood of where this ship was headed. He’d heard many stories of the human and how on rare occasion they were capable of defeating his kin. He was eager to encounter them and test their almost legendary abilities, if such abilities did exist. Few ever discussed what the humans were like, the ones that had defeated his fellow Predators. His hope that they were no longer the same cattle as originally described, ones that bore the Hard Meat into maturity. Either way, soon he’d be on his own and the eagerness could be seen as he began to drool over the possibilities of the impending massacre he would unleash.


OOC: Anyone else thinking of jumping in, I've got some good ideas for this RPG and I'd hate them to go to waste <_<