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Discworld is owned by Terry Pratchett.
PREDATOR/DISCWORLD
Watch the Hunt
By: Mozphoto
There were always new worlds.
There were always opportunities for new hunting grounds.
This one was different.
The hunter was one of the greatest of the Yautja. He'd taken on a xenomorph Queen with only his wrist-blades. He'd hunted shape-shifters in the Delta Quadrant. He'd stalked the ravenous bugblatter beast of Trall. He had even come back, unscathed, from hunting "oomans". Very few could boast that feat.
And yet, THIS came as a surprise.
A turtle.
A monstrous turtle with four enormous elephants on its back.
And on their backs, a world.
A flat world.
A new hunt. This was always welcome.
This was not a good day.
His Grace, Sir Samuel Vimes, commander of the Ankh-Morpork city watch dove behind a barricade as the boulder that had been thrown at him missed by scant inches.
He pulled himself up onto his elbows and saw Captain Carrot and Sergeant Angua beside him.
"Alright Captain, don't keep me in suspense!"
Carrot wiped the sweat out of his eyes. "As near as we can tell, Corporal Littlebottom and Constable Visit stumbled on a supply of slab that was earmarked for the mountains. They were trying to send a clacks for backup when they were spotted by Chrysoprase's gang. Visit was punted through a wall." Carrot took a deep breath. "Littlebottom tried to stand her ground but, well, she's never been a very good fighter. The trolls took her hostage. Constable Dorfl had both his arms smashed off trying to save her, and Sergeant Detritus' crossbow backfired when he tried to give Dorfl cover!"
Vimes gaped. "Good gods! Are they alright?"
"We're pretty sure Detritus'll be ok once he cools down, Visit's being tended to by Igor, sir and Dorfl is having new arms baked on as we speak."
"And Littlebottom?"
"They still have her sir. As near as we can tell, she's unharmed."
"Right, let's finish this quickly captain." Vimes turned to Angua, "Sergeant, we'll need a diversion..."
And the hunter watched from its perch. It seemed that this group was an excellent challenge indeed. Oomans, silicates, shr'tazs, even a lycanthrope and a walking corpse, all working together as a unit. Not something you saw everyday. It had been a few millennia since any yautja had encountered a world where all those species were indigenous.
The entire group now seemed to be following the directions of a middle-aged ooman and were making a tactical advance on the group of silicates that were holding a shr'taz prisoner.
The hunter watched and considered.
The main quarry had been chosen. It was time to establish a challenge.
The Watch had subdued three of the trolls and were advancing on Chrysoprase's hideout when the screaming began. Then a boulder smashed through the wall and landed at Vimes' feet.
It was Chrysoprase's head.
The hunter classified Corporal Nobbs as a human because no other species seemed to come close to a similar heat signature. To make a definite classification, it would have to perform a thorough examination of the internal organs, but, after a second look decided that curiosity was not really worth the effort, in Nobby's case.
Constable Reg Shoe was not the first zombie encountered by the yautja, but zombies were generally not considered a great challenge – they went all to pieces.
(Well, that's chapter one. A Predator loose in Ankh-Morpork. I know, it's starting out like Predator 2, but the similarities will probably end there. Why the City Watch? Well, I just felt that having the Predator face the UU faculty would just be too silly, having it go after Rincewind would be boring – let's face it, the Predator would just get fed up with someone that always runs away, and if I threw Granny Weatherwax into the story I'd start feeling sorry for the Predator!)
Discworld is owned by Terry Pratchett.
PREDATOR/DISCWORLD
Watch the Hunt
By: Mozphoto
There were always new worlds.
There were always opportunities for new hunting grounds.
This one was different.
The hunter was one of the greatest of the Yautja. He'd taken on a xenomorph Queen with only his wrist-blades. He'd hunted shape-shifters in the Delta Quadrant. He'd stalked the ravenous bugblatter beast of Trall. He had even come back, unscathed, from hunting "oomans". Very few could boast that feat.
And yet, THIS came as a surprise.
A turtle.
A monstrous turtle with four enormous elephants on its back.
And on their backs, a world.
A flat world.
A new hunt. This was always welcome.
This was not a good day.
His Grace, Sir Samuel Vimes, commander of the Ankh-Morpork city watch dove behind a barricade as the boulder that had been thrown at him missed by scant inches.
He pulled himself up onto his elbows and saw Captain Carrot and Sergeant Angua beside him.
"Alright Captain, don't keep me in suspense!"
Carrot wiped the sweat out of his eyes. "As near as we can tell, Corporal Littlebottom and Constable Visit stumbled on a supply of slab that was earmarked for the mountains. They were trying to send a clacks for backup when they were spotted by Chrysoprase's gang. Visit was punted through a wall." Carrot took a deep breath. "Littlebottom tried to stand her ground but, well, she's never been a very good fighter. The trolls took her hostage. Constable Dorfl had both his arms smashed off trying to save her, and Sergeant Detritus' crossbow backfired when he tried to give Dorfl cover!"
Vimes gaped. "Good gods! Are they alright?"
"We're pretty sure Detritus'll be ok once he cools down, Visit's being tended to by Igor, sir and Dorfl is having new arms baked on as we speak."
"And Littlebottom?"
"They still have her sir. As near as we can tell, she's unharmed."
"Right, let's finish this quickly captain." Vimes turned to Angua, "Sergeant, we'll need a diversion..."
And the hunter watched from its perch. It seemed that this group was an excellent challenge indeed. Oomans, silicates, shr'tazs, even a lycanthrope and a walking corpse, all working together as a unit. Not something you saw everyday. It had been a few millennia since any yautja had encountered a world where all those species were indigenous.
The entire group now seemed to be following the directions of a middle-aged ooman and were making a tactical advance on the group of silicates that were holding a shr'taz prisoner.
The hunter watched and considered.
The main quarry had been chosen. It was time to establish a challenge.
The Watch had subdued three of the trolls and were advancing on Chrysoprase's hideout when the screaming began. Then a boulder smashed through the wall and landed at Vimes' feet.
It was Chrysoprase's head.
The hunter classified Corporal Nobbs as a human because no other species seemed to come close to a similar heat signature. To make a definite classification, it would have to perform a thorough examination of the internal organs, but, after a second look decided that curiosity was not really worth the effort, in Nobby's case.
Constable Reg Shoe was not the first zombie encountered by the yautja, but zombies were generally not considered a great challenge – they went all to pieces.
(Well, that's chapter one. A Predator loose in Ankh-Morpork. I know, it's starting out like Predator 2, but the similarities will probably end there. Why the City Watch? Well, I just felt that having the Predator face the UU faculty would just be too silly, having it go after Rincewind would be boring – let's face it, the Predator would just get fed up with someone that always runs away, and if I threw Granny Weatherwax into the story I'd start feeling sorry for the Predator!)