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[center] [h2] [b][u][color=662d91]The Chosen Hunter[/color][/u][/b][/h2]

[i]Before arrival, a couple of hours ago[/i]

The place was… in chaos. Fires were spread throughout the entire small ‘town’ made up of poorly put together houses made of scrap and old buildings from a less modern age, as well vehicles, either broken or dirtied were scattered about. But there was more to this scene than just that, and it’s the very fact of the very tragedy occurring here. A nearby man was running from something, panic and fear within his very breath as he maneuvered around the side of the building, hoping to escape whatever was chasing him. He didn’t expect this to happen, he thought he would be safe here, safe from the hands of ‘Advent’, he only wanted to keep him and his family away from their clutches, hearing about the crimes and deaths they caused, the experiments done upon them as if they were human Guinea pigs, mere playthings to them, to so many people, and he didn’t want his own family to suffer the same fate.

He thought by staying within one of the many Resistance Safe Havens, he’ll finally have a chance to lay low while the war for humanity’s freedom occurs outside, eventually coming back once everything was done. But no, he didn’t expect this… to be separated by his family and friends, all alone while they are either being killed without any hint of mercy, or being ‘captured’ and prepared for whatever experiments they have in store for them. However, something did stop the man, who was currently approaching the corner of the building he was hiding behind. It was… eccentric and heavy breathing. That was before he jumped back a bit, as a fist that broke through the corner of the brick wall he was hiding behind, falling onto his back and slowly inching backwards, as the thing that came out was hideous.

It was as if the creature was made of pure muscle, easily dwarfing him in size, the alien creature was staring upon its environment, looking for the very thing that caught its attention, before settling its eyes on him. The man tried to get back, away from what appears to be Death itself, arriving to claim it’s due, and yet, not even a full scream was shed as the alien grabbed  onto the man’s legs, pulling the man back, before being brutally slammed onto the floor three times, sickening cracks of bone and limbs breaking, before being thrown like a ragdoll behind the alien and back into the hole it came from. A life… gone that easily. Many years of existence, and now, it came to an unforeseen and unfortunate end.

Some distance away, only a chuckle was heard, as a lone figure lowered his rifle, watching upon the similar acts of chaos with Advent Troopers and aliens alike shooting down civilians, or in particular cases, beating up and knocking out some people to bring back as prisoners. The Chosen Hunter could only watch with amusement at the familiar sight of death occurring over there, the man merely muttering to himself [color=662d91]“It appears like Advent’s minions and meat shields are enjoying their new ‘play dates’, especially since they aren’t getting the bite back. Even the so called ‘Resistance Soldiers’ can barely hold the line before getting overrun. No wonder why the Resistance was failing before-[/color] And, as if to answer his question, the familiar hum of a aircraft coming down from above caught his attention. It appears they arrived just on time to deal with the enemy forces here.

Well, you know what they say. One more hunt, one more chance to claim the life of the real ‘big-game’ now, nothing like those brutish Berserkers or the annoying Chrysallids. Now, he’s finally gonna get a real fight here. The Chosen merely raised their rifle once more, the weapon trained upon the very craft used to deploy soldiers that belonged to none other than Xcom, the only competent ones bringing the fight to the table now. Skirmishers? Nothing more than a disorganized group of traitors attempting to fight back against the Assassin. The Reapers? Merely a berry bush thorn to the finger, nothing to major other than the great annoyances they cause from time to time. The Templars? Don’t let him get started upon them now. But Xcom… the same faction who not only brought a real threat to the Elders, but also gained the aid of all the other factions at the same time as well, and uniting them together.

Clearly, the Commander has something that was making the Elders quake in their collective ethereal underwears if they want them back and captured, away from leading Xcom to victory. Usually, they are the ones pulling all the shots in these kinds of situations, and it is almost always expected to see them here trying to put a Randy to this. And here they were, a six-man squad repelling down from the ramp of the aircraft, and getting ready to engage the alien forces. The Chosen Hunter gave a signature smirk of his, as he trained his rifle onto the head’s of the soldiers deployed. It was so easy… to just pull the trigger, and without warning, end a life.

Although, not everything goes to plan, as something bite the back of his own neck with an accompanying buzzing that annoyed the hell out of him. Quickly turning around to face whatever was doing that, he found nothing, and yet, the pain wouldn’t go away. It was as if an Elder was standing in front of him, making him beg in his own knees in front of the psionic power. In fact, the pain was so similar to that, he could only kneel down as the pain was overwhelming and too great for even him to handle. The last thing he saw before blacking out, was the Xcom soldiers engaging Advent within the Safe haven, an large explosion accompanying the start of the battle. And then… darkness

[u]Present time[/u]

In what appeared to be hours asleep, the Chosen Hunter finally woken up from his state of dormancy, eyes darting around, as the blue skinned man gotten up (although slowly due to the pain still affecting him a bit) from the floor, hand resting over his pistol, Darkclaw, as he investigated his new environment. Well, whatever it was, it was sure not the Safe Haven within Brazil, or even outside for that matter. A singular glass cage… and in it, the strangest things he have ever seen before in his life mixed in with humans. The latter he was all but used to, and yet, the former was filled with a wide variety of folk. Large man sized rats, some furry human thing, he’ll, even a grey human with a cross for a face and floating disembodied hands. Seems like they were ‘handy’ with what they got, hehe. 

Anyway, it appeared like they were all caged in here, like beasts. Also like beasts, most of the folk here started acting no better than savage animals when cornered, ’biting’ and ‘snarling’ at each other, the most notable of which being repaid in kind by being the most targeted out of everyone here, a normal old man with a bat of all things. Clearly, Luthor, who have them trapped here here, cared not about the ‘quality’ of his ‘wares’, only that he has enough of it. And he couldn’t agree more, seemed like they were better used as cannon fodder at this rate, especially after seeing how much pain that man went through, he may as well believe that the man was watching them at this very second, looking at them through the cameras.

Of course, as usual, he kept to himself, mostly not wanting to be a part of this nonsense, and merely taking a look at some notable individuals here, thinking about the potential ‘trophies’ he can claim, such as that white haired man’s katana, that even made his sister’s own katana look pale in comparison. And he definitely had the strength to back up his own bark. The joy in what could be a new opportunity of hunting dangerous ‘game’ was already apparent to him, a smirk on his face as he wondered about telling the Elders of this new planet and- No, he wouldn’t do that. Why ruin all the fun he can have by himself at this very moment, when he has an entire planet to himself, without even having to claim the body of the Commander for the Elders. He’ll  most likely wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, although, he needs to make sure to claim his own freedom first from the hands of this ‘Luthor’ as well.

Wasn’t long before someone eventually came to ‘pick them up’ and bring them to Luthor, being guided by some woman who clearly looks like she was done with the chaos they have been causing to each other so far, and went into a elevator. He once again had to keep his distance from the others, who knows what kinds of abilities they got under their belt. But even then, he wasn’t scared of this, merely cautious and wanting to be the one at a more comfortable distance. Pissing off this amount of people right at this very second would ensure a one-way ticket back to his stronghold to eventually be revived once again, losing out on this chance to being on another world. And he wouldn’t want that to happen now.

Finally, they reached the main man’s room, rather fancy for his own tastes, reminds him of the higher class citizens within Advent’s cities. And the main man sitting down as if he held all the cards in his favor within the very room even when outnumbered and possibly outmatched, at least, what it looks like so far. Although, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he went to shoot the man’s head only for it to bounce off like the reflecting looking dome it is. Unusually bright as well. Well, may as well perform introductions, as the Chosen approached Luthor’s table, a small grin accompanying his face as he went to stop a couple of feet away. Now, Dhar-ll was by no means, a ‘short individual’, especially after going through the Elders little experiments to ‘create’ him. He would have easily dwarfed the size of most people in the room, standing at the size of 9’2’ feet tall, definitely not short by any means. And yet, to put some, ‘humor’ into this, the Chosen crouched down in some sort of squat to have his head be on the same level as Luthor, before saying out loud.

[color=662d91]“And I’m sure you have a lot to talk about as well. Especially since this doesn’t seem like the ‘average’ job employment meeting as it looks like so far. I second the statement coming from the ‘Purple haired stripper’ as well, you surely must have something important to say of you have people such as the like’s of me in one large group. Although, I do have a few questions of my own… what was going through your own head for the recruitment process for some of the folk here. Clearly, they don’t look like they can hold a proper engagement with a real combat force unless they get lucky now, and we all know how unforgiving lady lucky can be at times as well. Did ‘anyone with combat experience’ was the only criteria to fit this bill, or are you planning on giving them some gear as to make their lives a bit easier. Oh, and while you are thinking of an answer, make sure to fetch some cheese for the rodent currently going through your fruit bowl, pretty sure big rats like them gonna need all the food they can get.[/color] The Hunter finished saying, merely mentioning Dris at the end, as he awaited an response. And he was downright ready to laugh if Luthor had decided to bring normal people into the fray and have them babysit the weaker ones as if it was their duty to begin with.

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