The pyramid's stone chamber was a gladiator pit, walls trembling as Raja faced off against Scar and Celtic, two Predators itching to reclaim their honor.
Scar's gauntlet blades gleamed, Celtic's spear twirled, and Raja, armed only with superhuman strength and fighting skills honed over centuries, cracked his knuckles, grinning like a kid about to wreck a piñata. "Round two, uglies—let's dance!" he taunted, Telepathy scanning their moves.
Scar lunged, blades slashing for Raja's throat, but Raja sidestepped, grabbing Scar's wrist, twisting it till it popped, and slammed an elbow into his mandible, sending green spit flying. "Your dentist's gonna love me!" Raja quipped.
Celtic thrust his spear, aiming for Raja's gut, but Raja cartwheeled, kicking the spear aside, landing a hook to Celtic's ribs that echoed like a thunderclap.
The Predators roared, circling, but Raja was a blur, parrying every strike with precision, countering with bone-crunching punches and kicks that left them staggering.
Scar tried a double-blade slash, but Raja ducked, sweeping Scar's legs, sending him crashing. Celtic swung his spear in a wide arc, but Raja vaulted over it, landing a knee to Celtic's chest, knocking the wind out. "You call this hunting? My grandma's knitting club's got better aim!"
Raja laughed, dodging Scar's desperate claw swipe, countering with a spinning backfist that cracked Scar's helmet. The Predators, panting, teamed up, Scar slashing low, Celtic stabbing high, but Raja weaved, grabbing Scar's arm, hurling him into Celtic, both tumbling like bowling pins.
Raja moonwalked back, "C'mon, boys, I'm barely breaking a sweat!" Scar roared, charging with blades extended, but Raja sidestepped, tripping him, then caught Celtic's spear mid-thrust, snapping it over his knee. "Oops, my bad—hope that wasn't an heirloom!" he smirked, tossing the pieces.
The fight raged, Raja a whirlwind of fists and quips. He blocked Scar's blade with his forearm, the enchanted skin sparking, and countered with an uppercut that sent Scar reeling. Celtic tried a tackle, but Raja rolled, locking Celtic's arm, wrenching it till it crunched, then kicked him into a wall.
"You guys need a timeout!" Raja crowed, dodging Scar's frenzied slashes, landing a barrage—jab, cross, hook—green blood splattering.
The Predators, desperate, tried a pincer move, but Raja leaped, flipping over them, landing behind, and swept their legs, both crashing hard. "This is like sparring with drunk toddlers!" he taunted, parrying Celtic's blade, slamming a knee to his gut.
Scar swung wildly, but Raja caught his wrist, twisting, and hurled him into Celtic, the two collapsing in a heap.
Ten minutes in, Scar and Celtic were gasping, their warrior pride in tatters. They'd thrown everything—blades, spears, raw strength—but hadn't landed a single hit.
Raja, untouched, dodged like a ghost, countering with blows that could've felled trees, yet he held back, never going for the kill.
Scar, panting, hissed, "Why… toy with us?"
Celtic, clutching his ribs, growled, "You mock our honor!"
Raja, wiping mock sweat, grinned, "Boys, I had a dozen chances to turn you into trophies, but I'm feeling generous—call it my cardio day!"
MAYA: "Master, you're bullying them into therapy!"
As the Predators hesitated, a Xenomorph crept from the shadows, its tail poised to impale Scar.
Raja's Telepathy pinged the threat, and he hurled his enchanted Arnold knife, the blade whistling between the Predators, severing the Xenomorph's tail.
It screeched, acid blood sizzling, and the Predators spun, shocked to see the alien—and Raja saving their hides.
Raja whipped out his Desert Eagle, headshot the Xenomorph with a bang, its skull exploding, and holstered the gun with a flourish, clicking his Chaos Watch's translator.
Red Queen's voice boomed in Yautja tongue, "Now, boys, ready to listen, or do we go for another ass-whooping?" Scar and Celtic, mandibles twitching, nodded.
Scar growled, "Speak, Demon human. You could've killed us, yet you played with us. Do you scorn our Tribe's pride? How are you this strong? Humans aren't like you, and that tech—it's not of this era!"
Raja smirked, "Sharp eyes, kid. My strength? Let's just say I'm built different—don't overthink it. Why spare you? You didn't slaughter the camp folks after my warning. If you had, your heads would be my new paperweights."
The Predators bristled but stayed silent, the skill gap undeniable. Celtic hissed, "What do you want, human? Why keep us alive?"
Raja clapped, tossing them the stolen laser cannons, "You're finishing your little hunt under my command. We're smoking the Xenomorph Queen and blowing this dump sky-high. Call your buddy Chopper—time's wasting."
Scar and Celtic, stunned, complied, signaling Chopper, who arrived cloaked, eyeing Raja warily.
After a tense Yautja huddle, Raja tossed Chopper the third cannon, "Gear up, rookie—welcome to Team Chaos."
The Predators mounted the cannons, their shoulders bristling with tech, and descended to the lower floors, Raja leading like a general, his enchanted assault rifle glowing with runes. "Alright, uglies, I'm the boss, you're the grunts—follow orders or I'll bench you!" he barked.
Scar muttered, "This human… insane."
Celtic grunted, "But strong."
In the lower chambers, a swarm of Xenomorphs surged, their acid-dripping jaws snapping. Raja adjusted his rifle, its runes pulsing, and grinned at the horde, "Happy Diwali, you ugly acid-piss freaks!" He opened fire, enchanted rounds punching through Xenomorphs, explosions lighting the dark like fireworks.
"Let's make this a party!" Raja roared, diving into the fray, ready to command his Predator squad and turn the pyramid into a Xenomorph graveyard.
Facehuggers launched like demonic frisbees. Xenomorphs screamed. Raja went full John Wick meets Rambo-on-cocaine.
Raja flipped backward midair, blasting two facehuggers with dual Desert Eagles, then landed, spun like a ballerina on meth, and stabbed an alien through the eye with his Arnold knife. Acid blood splashed—he dodged it like a salsa dancer.
The Predators lit up the corridors with shoulder cannons. Chopper hurled a ninja-star-like disc, slicing through three Xenos like buttered beef. Laser beams seared the walls, turning everything into gooey xeno sushi.
A facehugger launched toward Raja. He yelled, "NOT TODAY, PARASITIC SCROTUM!" and punched it mid-air, exploding it like an acidic piñata.
Predator #3 pulled out his spear and went full anime-mode, slicing tails, arms, and probably unpaid Xeno taxes.
They didn't stop shooting till the last alien twitch fizzled out.
They reached a room filled with facehugger eggs. Raja didn't hesitate.
"Alright, boys. Time to carpet bomb Satan's nursery. Plant those time-bombs."
The Predators obediently detached their gauntlet bombs, activated them, and tossed them into the egg pile like the world's angriest Easter celebration.
They moved forward to the core room. And there she was.
The Alien Queen. Massive. Furious. Still shackled, squirming as her offspring were annihilated.
Raja rubbed his hands together, devilishly.
"Gentlemen... what do you say we make her the main course for your rite of passage?"
Predator #2's mandibles twitched. His hunter's DNA was screaming.
"Chopper!" Raja barked, "Cut her chains. Then run like hell."
Chopper tossed his disc. CLANG! The chains broke. The Queen roared, tearing her own birthing sack free.
"RUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!"Raja screamed like a man who knew exactly how fast alien queens could move.
They sprinted toward the surface as the Queen smashed through walls and roared behind them.
At the Dilled Hole, they saw the Lift Raft which will take them to the surface.
Raja clicked his Chaos Watch and activated the Lift and arrange it to highest speed pulling..
With a casual flick of his wrist, he lifted the predators telekinetically, shocking the hell out of them. Their cloaking devices short-circuited from the sheer audacity.
Raja boarded the raft. "I call shotgun!"
At jet speed, the raft blasted upward, Raja pulling the Yautja behind him like massive, grumpy balloons.
The Queen was gaining. The bomb's timer hit zero.
BOOM.
A catastrophic explosion roared through the pyramid, vaporizing the lower floors. Raja and team shot out of the shaft like popcorn.
Midair, Raja did a midair somersault, superhero-landed on the snow, and gently released the predators.
They collapsed in a heap, snarling curses in Predator-speak.
"RUN!" Raja yelled.
They bolted as the Queen—on fire—erupted from the ground behind them like Satan's ex-wife.
They ran across collapsing ice. Chasms cracked beneath their feet. One misstep meant an eternal icy grave.
And then… silence.
The Queen was gone. The crack had swallowed her whole.
The survivors collapsed on the snow, panting.
Raja clapped the closest Predator's shoulder. "Tactical hunt complete. Mission success. We lived. We exploded things. We emotionally scarred a xenomorph royal. Good day."
The predators looked both satisfied… and slightly disappointed.
"No queen fight," one muttered.
Raja shrugged, "Hey. It's okay, boys. If you're still feeling sad…"
He stood up and cracked his knuckles.
"…you three can fight me again."
Two predators immediately tensed up, PTSD flooding their tribal memories. The third one looked confused.
"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦?"
The other two slowly turned to him and whispered:
"Never again."
To Be Continued…
Note: I just deleted my Novel chat in my GRok accidently, I lost my history what to do, I'm devasted.