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Titan's Hunt

The adolescent mgalekgolo— well, adolescent for his kind— stalks through the dark jungle. Trees creak as he pushes them aside, undergrowth crunching underfoot, various animals crying out in alarm as he lumbers through their territory.

Titan is his name, given to him by his crew in place of the name of his culture that they can't be bothered learning how to pronounce. He doesn't mind. It's fitting. His hulking, twenty foot form would never fit into a normal set of armor for his kind, and he was never much a fan of the way some unsplit colonies took a more bestial form.

No, Titan is perfectly content as a mammoth version of an average hunter. He doesn't need a bond brother. He had armor specially designed by a master smith out of the same material a normal hunter's would be made out of. It's designed slightly differently, providing more body coverage, but having wider joint gaps.

The moonlight glistens off his silvery-red armor whenever it peeks through the thick canopy— which isn't often. Suddenly, the animal sounds quiet. Even the insects seem to have abandoned this area. Yet, despite the sudden silence, Titan knows he is not alone.

They don't waste any time. Suddenly several shadows detach from the forest around him and rush the hunter from all sides. He responds with a growl, whipping around just in time to bat an alien away with the hulking shield attached, the size of a refrigerator.

The alien, a black creature covered in spikes and claws and thick chitinous armor, screeches as it flies back and slams into a tree. It's allies are still rushing in, though. Titan is forced to spin again, catching a creature in the air as it leaps at him. He grips it by the neck, the individual worms in his hand slithering around the creature and crushing its windpipe. It lets out a wheezing cough and then goes limp. Titan whips the corpse at a third alien flying at him, sending them both tumbling through the night.

Xenomorphs. They're vicious creatures. These ones are mindless and feral, left far too long without a queen's guidance. They've made their home in an abandoned shipyard that Titan wants to scavenge. He has to exterminate the vermin, first.

He lets out a roar as two of the beasts launch themselves onto his back and cling there, clawing at his armor and exposed shoulders. He shakes violently, trying to throw them off, but they hold fast. Grasping limbs grow out of his shoulders as the worms that make him up shift to fight off the attackers. The punch and grab at the xenomorphs, managing to get ahold of them and throw them off.

Titan immediately spins around and levels his assault cannon at them. Even his hulking form shudders as he fires, releasing a continuous stream of green energy towards the creatures, lighting up the jungle around him with a ghostly green glow. They don't react fast enough and, with a jerk of his hand, they're both painted in incendiary gel that starts burning and crackling, melting them down.

A trio bursts from the underbrush, charging straight towards Titan. He lifts a foot and stomps down just in time to crush one, the creature's acidic blood splashing over the bottom of his boot, eating away at the thick metal alloy, but not all the way through it. The second, he swings his shield at, caving in its skull and, once again, splattering his armor with the acidic blood. Some gets in between the plates and his whole body shudders as several of his worms are melted away beyond repair.

The third, he swings his gun at, knocking it straight down into the ground. The xenomorph makes to get up, but he pins it down with the barrel of his cannon and fires right into the ground. The creature shrieks as its body erupts in the green energy spewed forth, the ground beneath it charring under the attack. It's blood evaporates before it gets a chance to do any damage.

And on the battle goes, until the sun is beginning to rise. Titan fights on, but the xenomorphs numbers never seem to wane. Until they do.

Titan is haggard as the sun begins to brighten the forest around him. A normal firefight would've taken him through the jungle, leaving a battle-scorched trail in their wake. But the xenomorphs endlessly flooded towards him where he stood. There are countless scorch marks around him, the foliage all but burned away in the clearing. Some of the trees along the edges of the clearing are burning, the raging fire making the clearing sweltering.

Corpses are strewn about, some whole, most in pieces or nothing more than liquefied flesh and charred bones. Titan did his best to kill with "soft" blunt attacks, but that wasn't always an option. His armor is pockmarked with dents and streaks where, upon closer inspection, it's clear xenomorph blood has been eating away at his armor all night. Chunks of his arms and and legs are missing and a constant trickle of orange blood is coming forth.

Titan nearly cheers when the flow of enemies begins to ebb. He fights with renewed vigor, knowing he's going to outlast his enemies. His will is strong, and his body stronger. He bats away a xenomorph, and then another. They collapse in a heap on top of each other, and he hesitates as he stalks towards them. There are no more. These two seem like the last ones.

They shakily rise to their feet, turning their sightless heads towards him and hissing, although it's a weaker sound than they were before. An idea comes to Titan and he stops, waiting for them to come to him. He stomps his foot, the ground around him shaking and lets out a deafening bellow. He's pleased to see the xenomorphs actually flinch.

They rise to their feet and rush him again, though. Instead of going for the kill, Titan sheds the gun on his right arm and meets the oncoming aliens with his hardened fist and shield. The creatures screech as they both fly back into the same tree they hit before, tumbling to the ground, broken and bruised. Titan stomps closer, roaring again, his green eyes flaring.

The xenomorphs rise to their feet again, slower this time. They seem to look up at Titan, despite their missing eyes. He can sense the wariness radiating off them, an extremely abnormal thing from a pair of xenomorphs. They charge him again, almost reluctantly. He kicks one and punches the other, knocking them both to the ground at his feet. He leans over them, stomping down right next to one of their heads, roaring right in their faces.

That's when the most unnatural sound comes out of one: a whimper. The other one pants heavily. The struggle to rise this time, and Titan pushes them right back down, growling menacingly. He rumbles off an order in his species' language. He's sure they don't understand, but he thinks they get the gist.

They rise again very, very slowly. They seem to bend around him. They crouch low and it takes Titan a split second to realize they're bowing. Submitting themselves to his mercy. Titan reaches out and the creatures both hiss halfheartedly, but don't recoil. At that, Titan's hand splits so he can grab them both roughly by the necks. He leans in close, growling out in English, "You belong to me now."

The xenomorphs let out a low sound, almost like a chattering purr, but with none of the pleasure. Their tails lay flat on the ground behind them, their heads lowered, despite Titan holding their necks. They stop hissing and fall silent as Titan lets them go. He doesn't hesitate to turn around, exuding confidence. He makes a rumbling sound in his language and gestures with his hand. After a moment's hesitation, the xenomorphs follow, no longer looking so threatening as they flinch with every step the mgalekgolo takes.