Predator: Start of something new

Prologue:

A ship in space. A big one. One full of bad bloods, they call themselves... The Fallen Clan. Bad bloods wanting nothing more than to kill for the joy of it. Bad bloods that want to get their revenge. Leaded by a bad blood named Bloodshed.

Bloodshed raises his fist in the air signaling quite. The screaming room of Yautja shouts grows silent, Bloodshed stands. "A warrior did this, my mask was destroyed, and now... Now I have one eye, but that won't stop me. We will go back to this planet, and kill them all." The mask Bloodshed had fought Ghost in was destroyed, his collection of defeated Yautja masks helping him. He grabs the middle one. One from the jungle hunter clan.

Slasher, Brute, Tank... and Voodoo. The bad blood gang, those are the main killers. The ones that formed the clan with Bloodshed. Bloodshed the oldest, and the leader. One of the newer bad bloods of the clan, a female. Her name 'Hodoanh'.

Ghost was never married, but he had very close friends. Ghost is gone now, but technology is advancing... maybe someday they'll bring him back. As a robot, or possibly just back from the dead. Who knows.
They sit down. The breeze of the wind making leaves fall. This is how Ghost wanted his funeral to be like. He told many of his friends that. Sometimes people die a honorful way, or a cowardly way. Ghost died with honor, his story will be told. He will never be forgotten.