This species has mastered interstellar travel in order to participate in the ultimate hunt - that against other intelligent lifeforms. Of course, one must compete in such a sport with honour. For instance, they won't kill unarmed humans or pregnant women. What a swell species!
Only, no, they've traveled across the stars to perform the interplanetary equivalent of hunting a deer with a rocket launcher.
Your average predator is well over seven feet tall, about as strong as a silverback gorilla and twice as agile. He's at least as intelligent as a regular human but, we can assume, probably significantly more so, considering how advanced his technology is. In an environment full of, say, trees, you'd think he could rely on stealth and clever tactics to destroy his opponent.
Nope. He's got a fucking invisibility cloak. An invisibility cloak that's on more often than not. An invisibility cloak that's basically on all the time. Break said invisibility cloak and the predator won't be all, "Alright, well played - that evens it out a little." No, he will throw the wobbly of all wobblies.
His temper is that of a ten-year-old boy. Actually, that's putting it mildly. He uses his invisibility cloak to sneak up on and brutally murder your best mate, who's alone, distracted and not at all suspecting danger; you manage to catch a glimpse of his invisible arse sauntering off and manage to put a single round in him from an entire magazine. What does he do? Climb up a tree and cry about it!
Christ knows what he even uses invisibility for - his armour makes him virtually invulnerable. If he walks toward you in, say, a subway car and you empty, say, an entire handgun's worth of ammunition at him, every single shot will ricochet off.
He's got a number of sight modes for when he just has to have an even more unfair advantage. You can't see him? Well he can see you, even if you go to painstaking lengths to hide your heat signature. Which he presumably uses because your opponent using cover to hide is just too damn hard.
But you've thrown him off guard. Maybe you've caught him in a net or scrambled his vision with a well-aimed explosive arrow. What sinister trick will he employ? What advanced hunting tactic will he pull from out from his sleeve? He'll probably fire his fucking shoulder mounted laser cannon with infinite ammunition (and autolock) in all directions. Gee, what a tactical genius. Without said shoulder mounted laser cannon with infinite ammunition (and autolock), he would probably be dispatched by any other dangerous alien species, um, pretty much immediately.
He's dumped you on an alien planet and you use your own wits to engineer a way off. You're not actually on a hijacked predator ship, heading back to your home planet and away from one where you will surely die and die quickly, but he thinks you are. We know by now he's not going to claim turnabout's fair play. No, he's going to blow that fucking ship out of the sky with a handy mobile self-destruct function.
He's killed all your friends, you're totally unarmed and physically exhausted. This noble creature has decided to be brave and honourable enough to face you in a fistfight, it only being significantly larger, stronger and quicker than you. I say a fistfight, he's still going to use most of his gadgets, among them a twelve inch long double blade mounted on his wrist.
You somehow best him in this scenario, laying a trap that his all-seing trap-o-vision didn't pick up and mortally wounding him. Or maybe you tackle him off a building and he feels there's no way he's climbing back up. Considering how he's stacked the deck against you, consider his supposed strict code of honour-- NO, HE'S GOT A MINIATURE NUCLEAR DEVICE READY TO EXPLODE IN THE CASE THAT NONE OF HIS BULLSHIT WORKS. This is apparently the go-to move of his entire species.
The predator is the ultimate space cheater - and, considering how he always eventually loses, even when in a group, an inept one at that. They probably stole all that advanced technology from a visiting species who didn't expect to be stabbed in the back of their skull while they weren't looking.
Only, no, they've traveled across the stars to perform the interplanetary equivalent of hunting a deer with a rocket launcher.
Your average predator is well over seven feet tall, about as strong as a silverback gorilla and twice as agile. He's at least as intelligent as a regular human but, we can assume, probably significantly more so, considering how advanced his technology is. In an environment full of, say, trees, you'd think he could rely on stealth and clever tactics to destroy his opponent.
Nope. He's got a fucking invisibility cloak. An invisibility cloak that's on more often than not. An invisibility cloak that's basically on all the time. Break said invisibility cloak and the predator won't be all, "Alright, well played - that evens it out a little." No, he will throw the wobbly of all wobblies.
His temper is that of a ten-year-old boy. Actually, that's putting it mildly. He uses his invisibility cloak to sneak up on and brutally murder your best mate, who's alone, distracted and not at all suspecting danger; you manage to catch a glimpse of his invisible arse sauntering off and manage to put a single round in him from an entire magazine. What does he do? Climb up a tree and cry about it!
Christ knows what he even uses invisibility for - his armour makes him virtually invulnerable. If he walks toward you in, say, a subway car and you empty, say, an entire handgun's worth of ammunition at him, every single shot will ricochet off.
He's got a number of sight modes for when he just has to have an even more unfair advantage. You can't see him? Well he can see you, even if you go to painstaking lengths to hide your heat signature. Which he presumably uses because your opponent using cover to hide is just too damn hard.
But you've thrown him off guard. Maybe you've caught him in a net or scrambled his vision with a well-aimed explosive arrow. What sinister trick will he employ? What advanced hunting tactic will he pull from out from his sleeve? He'll probably fire his fucking shoulder mounted laser cannon with infinite ammunition (and autolock) in all directions. Gee, what a tactical genius. Without said shoulder mounted laser cannon with infinite ammunition (and autolock), he would probably be dispatched by any other dangerous alien species, um, pretty much immediately.
He's dumped you on an alien planet and you use your own wits to engineer a way off. You're not actually on a hijacked predator ship, heading back to your home planet and away from one where you will surely die and die quickly, but he thinks you are. We know by now he's not going to claim turnabout's fair play. No, he's going to blow that fucking ship out of the sky with a handy mobile self-destruct function.
He's killed all your friends, you're totally unarmed and physically exhausted. This noble creature has decided to be brave and honourable enough to face you in a fistfight, it only being significantly larger, stronger and quicker than you. I say a fistfight, he's still going to use most of his gadgets, among them a twelve inch long double blade mounted on his wrist.
You somehow best him in this scenario, laying a trap that his all-seing trap-o-vision didn't pick up and mortally wounding him. Or maybe you tackle him off a building and he feels there's no way he's climbing back up. Considering how he's stacked the deck against you, consider his supposed strict code of honour-- NO, HE'S GOT A MINIATURE NUCLEAR DEVICE READY TO EXPLODE IN THE CASE THAT NONE OF HIS BULLSHIT WORKS. This is apparently the go-to move of his entire species.
The predator is the ultimate space cheater - and, considering how he always eventually loses, even when in a group, an inept one at that. They probably stole all that advanced technology from a visiting species who didn't expect to be stabbed in the back of their skull while they weren't looking.
