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The night life in the metropalitan city of Alhaelc was vibrant. Up and down the Main Street, neon signs lit up the night. Dance Clubs were a dime a dozen in the downtown RedLight district.

One particular nightclub often visted by gangs and other ilk was the House Cat Club. Here, the Neko citizens gathered and socailized. But, as was the case all over Gnufasur, gang members did freqent the club, and sometimes, gun fights would break out, such as on this night, when two group of Nekos from rival gangs both arrived at the club at the same time.

An arguement broke out between the two groups, which esculated into a shouting contest, followed by insults being slinged back and forth. And then, the first shot was fired.

Gunshots rang out through the night, one of the groups managing to get most of its members inside the club, taking cover here and returning fire on the other group, who overturned a nearby parked car to form a barrier from which they could fire from behind.

During all this, a silent figure merely watched, awaiting the outcome of the battle...

The gun battle raged on, bullets whizzing back and forth across the street, spanging off of walls and the ground. The local police did not interfere, letting the violence work itself out before trying to interevene.

The group inside the club, a set of a gang called '3rd Street Vipers,' had an alarming advantage over the second group, as more then half of them were packing Sub-Machine guns, while the second group, a gang calling itself 'Sons of Corhi,' were for the most part equipped with handguns.

The battle raged on for half an hour more, more and more of the Sons of Corhi falling to the Vipers, until only one remained, and he fled. Then the police moved in.

"Throw down your weapons, and surrender!" Ordered one cop from behind his car door, handgun held at the ready.

"Fuck you, Pig!" Screamed one of the Vipers standing in the doorway to the club, an Uzi 9mm in each hand. He fired upon the nearest police cruiser, and was meet with a hail of bullets from the ten or so policemen currently on the scene...

The figure watching decided to make its move now...

To be continued...


((OOC: I may consider making this into an RP, but for now it's a story. The current Gnufasur policy (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=387687) regarding international travelers clearly means that no one, aside from a Gnufasurian news crew, will be able to televise this current gang violence. Please keep OOC posts to a minimum. If you wish to express interest in making this into an RP, please contact me via TG. Thank you.))

The gun fight dragged on for maybe ten minutes before the Vipers gang disappeared into the nightclub.

"Sargeant, they must be going around to get out the back. Take two men and..." One Officer started to say to another, but then screams and gun fire erupted from inside the club. All the officers on scene immediately ducked back down, but there was no gunfire coming towards them.

All at once, the club goers who had been trapped inside the nightclub since the fighting broke out came pouring out, screaming and panicy. Cursing, the officer who was giving orders turned to his squad cruiser, picking up the radio handset. "This is Unit Thirteen Alpha, we need crowd control in Redlight District, downtown Alhaelc, House Cat Nightclub on South Ruddy Avenue. Make it ASAP."

He turned then to the officers with him. "You, and you, come with me. We're going in. The rest of you, round up this crowd, try to contain the situation."

Nodding their understanding, the officers went about their assigned tasks, while the current ranking officer lead the two others inside.

They took it slow, and cautiously, using standard textbook tactics to cover each other as they entered and cleared each room of the nightclub. The scene they stumbled upon in the back door entrywall was something torn out of a slasher film. The walls and floor were coated with blood and spent bullet casings, one wall smashed through from one side. The door leading outside was still shut and padlocked.

"So they didn't leave... But... Where are the bodies?" One of the officers asked.

"Hells if I know..." The trio doubled back to the nightclub dancefloor. The commanding officer grabbed his police radio, and spoke into it. "This is Officer Redfields. We got some sort of bloodbath at the House Cat Nightclub. Ten armed men went in, something happened to them, and now we can't fin..." Just then, a droplet of blood landed on Officer Redfields' shoulder. Him and the other two looked up to the ceiling. "Holy mother of..."

Hanging by their feet from the roof were the ten surviving members of the Vipers gang involved in this incident. They had all been skinned...

"What in Corhi's name happened?"


To be continued...

The Downtown Alhaelc Police Station was over crowded. Police officers reguarly dragged in punks off the streets for everything from vandelism to armed assualt. The station simply wasn't big enough to hold all these people...

Overlooking the station was the Cheif of Police's office. An overhead fan was spinning lazily. The Cheif's desk was neatly organized, a place for everything and everything in its place. Sitting upon one of the chairs was Officer Redfields, after action report in hand, as well as photos taken by the CSI team.

"This is the thrid time this week alone..." The Cheif said, more to himself then to Officer Redfields. He turned away from his window to face the younger officer. opening one of the drawers in his desk and pulling out a manilla envelope. He took out the contents and strewn them on the table. "These came in this morning from Uptown Alhaelc."

The items were photographs and field reports. Identical to what just happened last night. Members of two rival gangs fighting it out to the only one remained, and then the surviving gang would get slaughtered in a matter of seconds. Some were skinned, others had their head and spinal column torn right out. The dates on each marked them only a day apart. Redfields winced, pushing the photos back into the Envelope.

"What do you think it means, Cheif?" Redfields inquired thoughtfully.

"At first? I thought it was some new player in town, trying to make a name for himself. But now? Hell... Could be anything. Whoever is doing this makes pros look like amaturs. In and out, real quick." He sighed softly. "I'm calling in outside help. The Special Internal Defense Force will be arriving shortly to declare martial law and lock down the city. The Mayor has already gotten approval from the Prince. Whoever is doing this, isn't leaving this city."

Redfields nodded slowly. "Any orders?"

"Yes. Gather up four of your best men, and meet with Agent Smith of the S.I.D.F. He'll require some men who know the inner workings of the city in order to effectively enforce a lock down."

"Yes sir!" Redfields stood, bowed briskly, and left the Chief's office.

The Cheif watched the station below him for a few long minutes. "May the Goddess Corhi help us all..."

To be continued...

By nightfall the following, the local military had established a city wide lock down, enforcing a curfew.

Of course, few of the assorted gangs in Alhaelc respected the curfew, and minor gun skirmishes with the Special Internal Defense Force erupted all across the major city.

But to the Yautja who had come here to hunt, the change in sport only served to highten the thrill of battle.

Leaping from one building top to another, the young Yautja raced towards a massive heat source not far off in the city. Surely here there would be a worthy advisary to fight.


Members of the Special Internal Defense Force had set up roadblocks and checkpoints at regular intervals throughout the city. At one such checkpoint was where the Sergeant Clyde Darkfur was stationed, with the other members of his team. Clyde was your average blond haired, brown furred Neko Army brat, proud of his heritage and profession, his dark grey SIDF uniform clean and creased to perfection.

The checkpoint consisted of a single Infantry Fighting Unit*, a Machinegun nest, a portable Sniper Tower, and a team of six to man it all. The current marksman on duty in the tower was Corporal Becky Diamond, a rather spunky recruit fresh from boot camp. The radio at Clyde's belt crackled to life. "We got an incoming car. Light blue, Sedan. I count four passengers, sir." Her voice was crisp and clear.

Clyde clicked his radio. "Affirmative. All right boys, defensive positions everyone. Jaster, Hendricks, yer on the Fifty Cal." The other four members scrambled into positions, the two Nekos assigned to man the .50 Caliber machinegun taking up their job.

The car turned onto their street, and slowly drove towards the checkpoint. Clyde step out into the middle of the street, his Rifle held by the grip, the barrel aimed at the ground, one hand raised to stop the vehicle. Even from this distant, he could tell the car was filled with smoke...

The car pulled right up to him. Calmly, he walked around to the driver's side, and tapped on the window. "Present your ID, please." He asked politely.

Slowly, the window was rolled down, and Clyde was overcome with the musk of smoked Catnip, a sneer of disgust crossing his face. That sneer quickly turned to a look of surprise as a hand holding a large revolver stuck itself out the window. The gunshot was immensely loud. Cylde threw himself to the ground, the bullet grazing his side.

The instant Clyde was down, the five other soldiers opened fire, peppering the car with lead. One of the passenger doors flew open, and a man dived out. From her perch ten feet up in the air, Becky saw him and took aim, her finger squeezing the trigger as she drew a bead on the man. He rolled onto his back, a M97 Grenade Launcher in hand. He pulled the trigger the same time she did, his head exploding like an over-ripe melon as the bullet pierced him. Becky gasped as she saw the miniture-Rocket propelled grenade come screaming up at her. Without a second thought, she jumped from the Sniper Tower, and fell the full ten feet to the ground.

Half an instant after she jumped, the tower exploded as the Grenade impacted it, coming raining down in a firey shower of debris. She landed feet first on the ground, her leg bones making a sick snapping sound as she crumpled to the ground, screaming in agony.

Just as quick as it had begun, the gunfight was over. Cylde tenderly climbed to his feet, peering into the car. The three other passengers were dead. He turned to the other soldiers, and flashed them a thumbs up. "Good work, men."

Jaster, one of the men manning the machinegun, let out a sigh of relief, leaning back. He never saw the triangle laser sighting on his chest.

Suddenly, from one of the rooftops, a bolt of super heated Plasma came screaming across the distance, slamming into Private Jaster's chest. His screams quickly turned into a watery gurgle as the bolt ate right through his body.

"That rooftop, there!" Hendricks screamed, hefting the Machinegun off its tripod and bringing the weapon to bear on the said rooftop...

To be continued...

Clyde hurtled over the physical barrier, crossing quickly to Becky's side. The other five soldiers began firing on the rooftop where their unknown sniper had killed Jaster.

He picked up the injuried woman in a Fireman's hold, hefting her over his shoulder. The thunderous booming of the Machine gun suddenly, accompanied by Hendrick's screaming. He spun around to see what had happened.

SOMETHING was holding Hendrick's body over it's head, a pair of blades sticking up through his chest. It was some sort of tall man shaped blur in the air.

"What the hell is going on!?" One of the soldiers screamed, running for the Infantry Fighting Unit. The blur whirled, hurling Hendrick's dead body at the running soldier. With speed and agility that rivaled anything Clyde or Becky have ever seen, the blur ran to the downed soldier, producing a large rod from its body. This rod extended itself, revealing that it was really a spear. The soldier tried to bring up his rifle, but the spear being shoved into his neck stopped that action short.

"Oh my Goddess! It killed Kenny! You bastard! DIE!" The fifth soldier shouted, firing his rifle at the blur. But it was quick, leaping into the air towards the soldier, swinging his Combat-Spear around over his head and bringing it down on the man, smashing his skull.


Clyde ran, his chest heaving. Becky pounded his back. "Let me down! We have to save the others!" She screamed at him.

"They're already dead! We have to get to the next checkpoint!" Clyde shouted back, then halted suddenly as the blur landed in front of him, Combat-Spear in hand. Clyde hissed, letting Becky down. "Looks like I'll have to take care of you myself." Drawing his Combat Knife, Cylde dropped into a fighting stance, his tail swishing back and forth angerly.

"No! Clyde!" Becky screamed as the blur rushed him, lunghing with it's spear.

Clyde parried the thrust, stepping in closer to attack with his knife, swinging it with one hand in a small arc towards the blur's chest area. The blade sparked as it hit something. The blur countered with a punch to Clyde's side, his wristblades extending to pierce him. Clyde screamed, the knife falling from his hands. The blur grabbed his head, and with strength that defied reason, tore it right off his body, along with his spinal column.

"NO!" Becky grabbed for her sidearm at her waist, but the Blur was on her in an instant, stepping on her arm and pinning it down. It rose it's spear up, to drive it into her, but then it stopped, examing her closely, noticing her broken legs. It made a noise that passed for a grunt, then turned away from her, back-tracking to the checkpoint...

Becky broke into tears, covering her ears with her hands as she heard the creature beginning to skin the other soldiers...


To be continued...

Hung by their feet from a nearby street lamp was four skinned bodies, blood still dripping off them. Twenty yards down the street lay Sergeant Clyde's headless and spineless body.

Agent Smith shook his head slowly. An entire squad, wiped out just like that. Well, not entirely...

"Colonel, how's the Corporal doing?" He inquired to the dark grey uniformed Army Colonel next to him.

"She's recovering just fine. Both her legs were badly broken, however the medics think they can have her fixed enough to go back on duty by noon." He said calmly, almost as if he were commenting on the local weather. A Private came up to him, and whispered something to the Colonel, before running off. "Well, seems she's finally awake. Want to go see her?"

"Of course." The two men went into the nearby Medic's tent. Becky lay on her back, her forehead and face drenched with sweat. "Good morning, Corporal Sinclair. I am Agent David Smith, with the Special Internal Defense Force. How are you feeling."

Becky nodded slowly. "Good. I guess."

"Hmm... Well, I have just a few questions for you. First off, what exactly happened, last night?" David asked.

Becky cringed. "It was a demon!" She screamed, her pupils narrowing to narrow pinpoints. "It killed them all. Oh Goddess... It killed Clyde! I watched it kill Clyde, and I couldn't do anything!" Tears streamed freely down her face.

David recoiled, drawing back slightly. "A demon?" He inquired, brow furried in concentration.

"Yes! A demon! Something torn straight from the human's Hell and set loose on our city!"

"I see... Well, Becky, I want you to rest for now." He ad the Colonel casually left the tent. Agent Smith let out a frustrated sigh. "A demon... Colonel, have a drug test run on her. And when she's available for duty, put her someplace... Where she can't cause any trouble."

The Colonel nodded slowly, moving off to pass along the order.


At this time, on one of the rooftops, the Yautja watched the ongoings below. He knew there was no honor in killing something already injuried, which was why he had spared the female Neko. He planned to keep an eye on her, if his prey was repaired enough, he may come to claim her.

If not, there was always other prey in the city. Soon, the Xenomorphs would awaken, and would provide a chance for him to prove himself to his clan...


To be continued...