Hunting Games

Mollie Malone's mission was simple. Get in, find the target, eliminate the target, and go home. Easy, right? So fucking wrong!

The mission became a cluster fuck almost immediately. She remembers aliens who had acid for blood. And two big ass aliens that were fighting them.

She was one of only two human survivors. And she's got the scars to prove it. Including the one it gave her. A nice looking alien letter just below her ear. And a baby to boot. Now Mollies on the run with her little knuckle headed baby Yautja Halkrath.

When you're entrusted with the life of a Yautja clan chiefs pup, well you make damn sure you take good care of said pup. Especially when you swear you will to it's dying mother. Mollie and Halkrath are in for one hell of an adventure.

Disclaimer:

I did not create Weyland-Yutani or the Yautja, they belong to their creators. Also any pictures used do not belong to me, unless stated otherwise.

I do own the Yautja tribe and people in this story. This story is an original work.