Memoirs of a RAFian

[Underseen]

Even I have a serious side Abby. This fight didn't disappoint.

[theyoungphoenix]

Cool cool.

[Cloak]

Glad to oblige, Underseen, Abby.

Now, let's see if I can post the fourth chapter today. Maybe short.

CHAPTER EIGHT:
Target Acquired!

Parker walked resolutely along his pathway, following it to the distress beacon. He knew the dangers. He knew that the Predator was several feet behind him, invisible to mundane eyes (his helmet easily unveiled the cloaking), though Parker pretended otherwise. He didn't need Tyr repeatedly informing him of the danger.

"I know," he hissed to Tyr, " I know what I'm doing. Stop being such a nag, Tyr!"

This was all a part of his plan. Provided that the Predator doesn't make its move before they got to the distress beacon. Something that wasn't lost on Parker, and which Tyr felt compelled to tell Parker every few minutes. Parker was getting very annoyed by this.

The Predator, however, had no intention of attacking Parker or making himself known yet -- unaware that he's already been made. A while back.

Eventually, Parker came upon the beacon, outside a rather large cave opening. Parker was unafraid, unspooked, and unimpressed by the cave, and he knew that the Predator would be along shortly.

"Initate Chameleon Ride Armor," Parker said.

"Is that wise?" Tyr said.

"Tyr . . ."

"I must question this course of action," Tyr insisted. "I do not like this foreign techology that you've integra--"

"Oh, shut up and do it!!" Parker snapped.

Parker's armor ballooned outward until it resembled the armor on Sting Chameleon's stage in "Mega Man X". Only his helmet remained unchanged.

Then Parker's armor shimmered, and vanished from view. It didn't only mask him from visible light, but from X-rays, infrared light, and ultraviolet light. He was also masked from thermographic and seismographic scans. He was functionally infallibly invisible.

Well, dread-head, make your move, Parker thought, after telling Tyr to shut up. Again.

[Underseen]

Parker's armor is pretty cool for a SPARTAN.

[Cloak]

Well, he might not always have that armor, though . . . *smiles deviously, not saying more*

New chapter.

CHAPTER NINE:
Ride Armor Jamboree!

The Predator approached the distress beacon in a cautious and somewhat detached way. He examined it calmly and thoroughly, deciding that it hadn't been touched.

But why? The armored human should have came this way. It surely would have inspected the beacon.

"Ugh!" the Predator cried, his camouflaging tech failing. Parker had used the fist of the Chameleon Ride Armor to smack the Pred.

"Wasn't expecting that, were you, dread-head?" Parker snarled.

The Pred snarled, firing a shoulder-mounted laser cannon. It was a glancing blow, but Parker intiated another ride armor, causing the armir to shift and morph into the Charge Ride Armor -- which, other than the color scheme, resembled the Ride Armors in "Mega Man X2".

Parker gave a short shoulder charge, knocking the Pred into the cave's exterior wall with sufficent force to collapse that side of the cave. Yet, the Pred managed to walk away from it.

"You guys are more resilient than I thought," Parker muttered.

"Did I mention the fallacy of this?" Tyr piped up.

"Shut up, Tyr!" Parker snarled. "And intiate the Nemean Ride Armor!"

But the armor took on the form of the Frog Armor -- only useful for marine purposes.

"The Nemean Armor, Tyr!!" Parker roared.

"There's no need to yell."

"Tyr!"

This time it turned into the right armor and Parker commensed with the Pred-pummelling. But didn't seem to go anywhere, so Parker thought a change was in order.

"Initiate the Kangaroo Ride Armor," Parker said.

"I'm not sure I care for your tone."

"Just do it, Tyr, you useless excuse for a Help paperclip!" Parker raged.

The armor morphed into the Kangaroo Ride Armor, and Parker extended the spiked hands on the chain, spilling the Pred's glowing blood. The Pred fell, battered and beaten.

"Okay, deactivate the Ride Armor, Tyr," Parker said.

"Fine, but we're talking about this later." Tyr said, as the armor resumed its normal form. Parker sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

"I saw that!" Tyr said.

Ignoring this, Parker held his arm-mounted fusion cannons to the Pred's head, before deciding that it was over, and turning away from it.

The Predator decided to speed its death, as Parker refused to deliver the death blow.

[Underseen]

You just keep pulling chapters out today.

[Cloak]

Well, I'm not as tired as I was yesterday. And, as long as my internet doesn't become spotty, expect more of the same tomorrow.

A shortish chapter. Sorry for the brevity of it.

CHAPTER TEN:
The Vampire Predator

Gaz strolled the pathway almost sedately, as if it was a serene daytime excursion. She had a secret weapon floating on high, watching out her.

She heard a chirrup, and began to walk, to power jog, purposefully. She knew somewhere behind her, the Pred was lurking. He could just barely hear a cackling little laugh.

What was this? Why'd she have to get the crazy one?

"Not funny, Laserbeak," Gaz muttered to her Cybertronian pet. Apparently it had "replied", "Just lucky, I guess."

She knew that this Predator was a complete sadist. She had to hurry and set the trap. But without losing her pursuer, nor letting him get too close. A tough job indeed.

A squawk.

Laserbeak was alerting Gaz that this Predator was making his move already. Gaz quickly went bat mode, taking pains to be seen.

Then there she flapped her wings in the still air. She easily found the beacon in the most open-ended area of the forum. Not many places to hide. Gaz, still batty, perched upon a moderately-sized monolith shaped like a spent cigarette butt, only square. There she waited for the Predator, as she knew he would come.

Meanwhile, Laserbeak circled overhead in the sky, obscured by a rather helpful cloud.

Any minute now, Gaz thought. Any minute now.

[theyoungphoenix]

Yessss!!!!

[redtailedsaffa]

Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters" is playing as I read this. Seems the perfect background music

[Cloak]

Never heard it, Saffa. (And save yourself the effort of putting up a video, I can't watch 'em on this thing).

New chapter. Don't get your hopes up, but I may finish this book today -- if not today, tomorrow.

CHAPTER ELEVEN:
Talk Softly, Carry A Big Honkin' Gun

Gaz waited as the Predator came into the clearing. Unlike morphing, she did not have a time limit of any sort.

But her left wing was feeling a little sore. She couldn't help but thinking, What in the world is taking that sadistic monster so long? My wing's getting sore.

But, think of the devil, and there was the bloodlusting monster. He examined the distress beacon rather sloppily and disinterestedly. He only cared about feeling the life drain from his prey, to watch the light to leave their eyes, or, in the case of vampires, he enjoyed seeing them become ash. The trophies he didn't care about nearly as much as this.

He looked around. She had to be here! He saw her come here!

Meanwhile, Gaz easily slipped from the monolith. She shifted to her human form quietly, and the Predator looked up,and saw Gaz (although she had deliberately allowed this happened).

It fired its shoulder-mounted laser, but Gaz went mist mode and materialized behind him, giving him a swift scissor kick, knocking him back.

There was an angry squawk and Laserbeak dropped slightly before Gaz said, "Not yet, Beaky!"

The Predator snarled something which Gaz could tell was highly inappropriate somehow. She gave him a slap, and immediately went to mist mode, knowing that he was going to immediately try and stake her. She materialized behind him, and gave him a leg sweep strong enough to knock him off his feet.

Laserbeak circled down lower and lower and lower. He was as loyal to Gaz as Soundwave was to Megatron. He was worried ans scared -- yes, scared -- that the Predator would succceed in its hunt.

The Predator was back on its feet, deciding to opt for the biggest stake it had. Gaz would ordinarily make a flippant comment about being "honored" about this, but her focus was elsewhere.

Gaz went mist mode, materializing to his right giving him a right hook (impressive, considering she was considerably shorter), then went mist mode and gave him another scissor kick to the face. Then it was back to mist mode, and behind him for another leg sweep.

But this time when he gathered his bearings, he was staring into the barrel of Laserbeak's gun form.

Gaz's breathing (or was it a memory of breathing? Who could tell with vampires?) was ragged, as she said, "Your hunt has failed. You have failed. Good-bye."

Gaz withdrew, unwilling to sully herself by killing a defenseless foe. The Predator was forced by the customs of his kind to take his own life rather than bear this humiliation.

[Cloak]

Now, another chapter. I may be wrong, but I think Aquilai is currently an Earthbender . . . I've actually forgotten. And sorry about the brevity of it.

CHAPTER TWELVE:
A Time Lord and A Lord of the Wild

Aquilai walked confidently along his chosen path. He was thinking hard, but well aware of his surroundings -- Cloak's Earthsight lessons coming in handy.

Aquilai "saw" the swaggering, staggering footsteps of the Predator, and he felt like facepalming. Why'd he have to get the soused one? Did this Predator think it hunted better drunk? Because that's what his footsteps were telling Aquilai.

Aquilai continually allowed himself to be spotted by the crass Predator, so the trail he was laying did not get too cold. It was not easy -- he swore that this Predator was actually swaying when he walked. This was actually becoming rather offensive.

Was that a burp? Was that honestly a burp?! This Predator evidently did not put much stock into stealth and secrecy. Was this honestly his first hunt? Or did he just shoot animals in cages, or from the spacecraft?

Aquilai, despite himself, was beside himself. He was a Time Lord, one of the oldest, if not the oldest, race in the galaxy, and he gets hunted by the hunter who thinks he needs to be inebriated first. Words could not express the offensiveness, the abject anger, this caused Aquilai.

Eventually, he came to the place where there appeared to be some ancient remnants of a camping site. Probably a special place for campfires, singalongs, and whatnot. Aquilai tapped his pocket, assuring himself that his sonic screwdriver was still there.

Then, with a jumping, whirl flourish, he buried himself beneath the ground by Earthbending. He thought to himself, Now we play the waiting game.

[redtailedsaffa]

It's almost become target practice now.

[theyoungphoenix]

Haha that's awesome Saffa, and true. Jeeze the Predators are becoming ****y.

[Cloak]

Hey, you decide to hunt RAFians, you get to be target practice. They did initiate this after all, and ****iness is a real liability.

New chapter, and I apologize in advance for the brevity of it.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
The Sonic Screwdriver is Mightier Than The Blaster

The Predator stumbled into the opened area, Aquilai "saw" all this through Earthsight -- though granted it was a bit blurrier and not as crisps as Cloak's Earthsight was, but that was simply due to the fact Cloak has a far more habitual use of it. The Predator gamboled to the distress beacon, examining it blearily, with drunken finesse.

He burped again. Aquilai most sincerely wished that he would stop doing that. It wasn't only rude and crass. It was gross.

"This hasn't been touched," the Predator judged, slurring in his own language. Apparently the meat he stole from the nearest slaughterhouse was store nearby some vodka or something. And he thought he'd indulge.

When the Predator fell on his butt, doing whatever passed for laughing for them, Aquilai could bear it no longer.

He erupted from the ground, landing adopting an Earthbending stance, while holding his sonic screwdriver. This seemed to sober the Predator up real darn fast.

"Finally," Aquilai muttered, "glad to see you're FINALLY taking this seriously."

The Predator aimed his shoulder-mounted laser cannon. It fired -- only to hit a Earthbent wall, obliterating most of it. Only Aquilai wasn't behind it.

This confused the Predator . . . at least, until his mask popped off. But Aquilai was suddenly no longer there, disappeared into the earth, stowing the mask there, before popping out behind the Predator.

Aquilai, in show of technological skill, deactivated the shoulder-mounted laser with his sonic screwdriver before the Predator even realized what he was doing or that he was even there. Then the Predator was starting to get annoyed, snarling in the Predator language, "I will have your pelt!"

"Sorry," Aquilai said from behind him, "didn't understand that."

The Predator glared at Aquilai, mandibles flared out.

"Oh, such a face only a mother could love," Aquilai said, sardonically. "Anyway, let's end this."

Suddenly, slabs of earth pinioned the Predator's arms to his sides. Despite the Predator's brute strength, it could not free itself.

"It is over," Aquilai said, retrieving the Predator's mask, not as a trophy but as an object of study. Then he turned and walked away, while the Predator took a concealed knife and stabbed himself in the gut.

[theyoungphoenix]

Why is it that those Predators hav to kill themselves? I understand its part of their culture, but seriously, they let you live..... K, I'm done ranting.