[HIVE STATUS – PLANET LV-732]
Biome Coverage: 83.6%Core Terraforming: 58.3%Swarm Count: ~24,900 unitsBiomass Storage: 6,670Biomass Gain Rate: +9,200/hrHive Crown: Dormant OrbitYautja Arrival: 4 Units Entered Atmosphere12 Units in Cloaked Dropship (Planetfall Imminent)
[Yautja Dreadship – Atmosphere Skim]
Massive. Black. Scarred by ancient kills.The hull bore trophies welded into its skin—Queen skulls, Xeno claws, even remnants of synthetic heads.Inside, twelve Yautja warriors stood in silence around a glowing Hunt Stone.
Elder Ka'thar Bloodscar placed his claw on the stone.
Ka'thar (in Yautja tongue): "This world bleeds strong. The prey has grown fat and arrogant."
He turned to his clan—each wearing custom relic armor, enhanced only by centuries of kills.
"No ships. No plasma floods. No orbital spears."
"We fight as our fathers did. On the ground. With claw and blade."
They roared.
[PLANETFALL – 0600 LOCAL TIME]
Clan Blood Count: 13 Elite Hunters
6 Stealth-Class
3 Heavy Warborn
2 Plasmaborn Elder Twins
1 Bonehorde Beast Handler
1 Elder Ka'thar (Clan Leader)
Yautja War Assets:
3 Razorfang Warhounds
2 Relic-Grade Smart-Disks
1 Godkiller Spear (Ceremonial Use)
0 Vehicles (Honor Protocol)
They landed inside the Hive perimeter.On purpose.
Ka'thar: "We give it no distance."
"Let it see us coming."
[FLESH CITADEL – MO'S WAR CHAMBER]
Bio-screens lit with new activity.
Layra stood beside Mo, body half-fused with a command pillar. Her eyes flickered green and silver, voice layered with Hive tones.
Layra: "It's them. The Predators."
"Full clan. All elite."
Mo tilted his head. His voice came calm, deep, cold.
"Good."
"The Hive is tired of whispers. Let us teach them what it means to be seen."
[HIVE DEFENSE ENGAGED – COUNTER HUNT PHASE]
Swarm Activated:
300 Swarmlings (Gen 4 – Fastbone variant)
20 Acid Brutes
40 Burrow Stalkers
4 Hiveborn Hydras
1 Maw Leviathan (Emerging from Core Depths)
003, 007, 008 Assigned to tactical coordination
Layra (Remote-linked)
Biomass Used: 0Biomass Storage: 6,670Gain Rate: +9,200/hr
[THE HUNT BEGINS – FIRST CONTACT]
The jungle trembled as the warhounds sprinted ahead—razor-jawed, cloaked in thermo-static mesh.
They sniffed Hive trails, moved like missiles, and found… silence.
Then a vibration.Then a hiss.
Then acid vents exploded beneath them, drenching two in burning slime.
The third turned—only to see a Burrow Stalker rise from the mud, rip out its spine through its neck, and vanish.
Ka'thar watched from the trees.
"Good."
"It learns."
"But so do we."
He motioned.
The Hunters split.
[CORRIDOR K-9 – STALKER VS. STEALTH ELITE]
A Stealth-Class Yautja moved like a phantom—he cloaked past five Swarmlings, leaving them twitching in steaming piles.
But Unit 003 was waiting.
The hybrid had evolved through war, built from Xeno and Predator DNA both.
They clashed in total darkness.Blade vs. claw. Cloak vs. scent.
The Stealth Elite landed a plasma shot—003 tanked it, its blood burning into its own armor. It dove. Roared.
CLANG—SLASH—SCREAM.
003 emerged dragging the Yautja's mask in its mouth, dragging his body back to the Hive wall like a cat with a prize.
[Yautja Casualties: 2]
One Stealth-ClassOne Warhound
Biomass Gained: +420Total: 7,090
[HUNTER STRIKE – HIVE GATE BREACH]
The Warborn trio hit the front gate like gods of war.
Thermal Mines melted acid pits.
Blades shredded Swarmlings like tissue.
One tackled an Acid Brute, tore out its inner jaws, and wore them like a necklace.
But the Hive had sent 007 and 008—a Spitter Sniper and a Bulwark Hybrid.
008 slammed the ground.The floor collapsed.Two Hunters fell into the Leviathan Maw, which bit them both in half.
Green blood sprayed like paint.
The last Warborn stood alone.
Then Mo descended.
"You think this is a hunt," Mo growled."But this is my temple. And you are just… offerings."
The Predator leapt, twin blades raised.
Mo caught him.
And snapped his arms backward, then crushed his skull against a wall of bone.
Yautja Casualties: 6Remaining: 7Biomass Gained: +1,100Total: 8,190Swarm Count: 25,300+
[THE FINAL DUEL – KA'THAR ENTERS THE CITADEL]
Ka'thar Bloodscar didn't cloak.He didn't sneak.
He walked into the Hive alone, dragging the Godkiller Spear behind him.He had killed two Queens, a Praetorian, and six human officers with it.It was forged from Queen skull bone and plasma-carbon.
Layra stood between him and Mo.
He pointed his spear.
"You are not prey. But you are not kin."
"Let your King answer."
Mo stepped from the dark.
They stared.
Two monsters.
One born from tradition.
One made from war.
Ka'thar: "If I fall, you keep my skull."
Mo: "If you fall, I keep your name."
They clashed.
Spear met claws.Lightning streaked across the flesh ceiling.Every blow cracked walls.Mo bled acid. Ka'thar's armor burned.
He stabbed Mo through the chest—Mo roared, impaled him with his tail.They staggered.
Ka'thar laughed.
"Finally."
Mo leaned close.
"Yes."
"Finally…"
CRACK.
He tore Ka'thar's spine out through his throat.
[Yautja Clan: Wiped Out]
Hive Losses: 800 UnitsTotal Biomass Gained: +4,600New Total: 12,790Biome Coverage: 89.4%
[EPILOGUE SCENE – 48 HOURS LATER]
The Hive hangs quiet.
The jungle is gone.Only flesh remains.
Layra walks through the Bone Garden, where skulls of Predators and humans are lined in rows.
Mo rests in the Hive Heart, his body healing, growing.
"They'll send more," she says.
Mo doesn't answer at first.
Then:
"Good."
"I'm still hungry."
[HIVE STATUS – 48 HOURS AFTER YAUTJA WAR]
Biome Coverage: 91.2%Core Terraforming: 62.7%Swarm Count: ~27,400 UnitsBiomass Storage: 463,990Biomass Gain Rate: +18,600/hr (Recent events doubled extraction)Last Enemy Contact: Yautja Warlord Ka'thar – Status: TerminatedRecovered Genetic Template: Yautja Prime (Elite Bloodline)
[FLESH CITADEL – DNA VAULT]
The Yautja Elder's body was still warm when Mo dragged it into the Hive's core chamber—a cathedral made of bone and tendon, where only Mo could walk without triggering defensive digestion.
Laid on the slab was Ka'thar Bloodscar's corpse—headless, his bone-forged Godkiller spear embedded in his chest.
Above him, a genetic siphon grew from the ceiling like an intestine with needles. It pierced the body.
And began to harvest everything.
Mo: "You fought with fire. You hunted like gods."
"Now your strength becomes my evolution."
[HIVE MALL – NEW GENETIC CLASS UNLOCKED]
GENETIC TEMPLATE ACQUIRED: Yautja Prime – Ash Blood Lineage
New Construct Options:
Yautja Hive-Hybrid (Class: Alpha Spearborn) – 4,000 BiomassMassive melee hybrid with thermo-vision, cloak burst, retractable wrist blades, and Hive-bonded strength.
Bio-Armor Spire (Predatory Chitin Forge) – 2,000 BiomassAllows unit specialization armor to resist plasma, fire, and cloaked combat.
Echo-Stalker Breed (Hunter-Memory Clone Class) – 1,400 BiomassInherits movement patterns, strategies, and tactics from consumed Yautja. Acts independently when isolated.
Mo Selected Construction:
Alpha Spearborn x2 → 8,000
Echo-Stalkers x5 → 7,000
Bio-Armor Spire → 2,000
Biomass Spent: 17,000Remaining: 446,990Swarm Count: 27,400 → 27,411
[GENESIS CHAMBER – ALPHA SPEARBORN CREATION]
The eggs were larger than any other—twice the size of Mo's own original birthing pod. They pulsed green and red, each heartbeat matching the rhythmic sound of Yautja hunting drums—copied from memories stored in Ka'thar's dying neurons.
Mo watched as the first hybrid cracked its shell.
It was tall—nearly 10 feet of sleek, black-gold carapace.Its dreadlocks were resin-bound tendrils, its mandibles twitching beneath layered chitin.
It wore no mask.
It didn't need one.
Its eyes glowed.
And when it roared—half Swarm, half Hunter—the Hive howled back.
Mo: "You are not prey."
"You are not hunter."
"You are my answer to both."
[SURFACE – HIVE SPRAWL EXPANDS]
The Alpha Spearborn walked beside Mo through the ashen remains of the battlefield.
Layra trailed behind, now adorned with a new neural helm built from Predator tech. She'd been experimenting—layering trophies onto her Hive-body, trying to understand their culture.
Layra: "They came with glory."
"They died with honor."
Mo said nothing.
Then:
"Let them be the beginning of a stronger Hive."
[CORPORATE SATELLITE SCAN – CLASSIFIED]
On Weyland-Yutani's edge satellite DeepWell-37, 2 techs monitored signals from LV-732.
They watched in horror as the Hive grew faster.
Too fast.
A new heat map spread like a virus—hot points now moved in packs, using squad tactics, coordinated strikes—not like Xenos. Like trained, blooded soldiers.
Tech 1: "Are we seeing… strategy?"
Tech 2: "Something new. Something bad."
They didn't get to finish.
The signal went dark.
[MO'S STRATEGY ROOM – THE NEXT MOVE]
003, now a veteran general, entered the chamber.
003: "Expansion nearing ocean trench lines. Western pole converting."
"New signals from orbit—Weyland scouts again. No Predator signals yet."
Mo rose.
He stepped toward the bio-map of LV-732, which now glowed red across almost the entire surface.
Only polar oceans and deep trench networks remained unclaimed.
"Then we finish it."
"Begin deep trench Hive drops. Send Echo-Stalkers ahead."
"If anything lives beneath—make it scream."
[HIVE DEPLOYMENT – PHASE: PLANETLOCK]
Activated Swarm:
8 Deep-Dive Diggers
15 Echo-Stalkers
2 Alpha Spearborn (Trial Hunt Initiated)
1 Hive Carver (Sub-crust tunneler)
60 Swarmling-Class (Adapted for water pressure)
No Biomass Cost (Activation Only)Biomass Storage: 446,990Gain Rate: +18,600/hr
[TRENCH DEPLOYMENT – 5 HOURS LATER]
Deep beneath the surface, in the Triton Abyss, Swarm tendrils pierced the crust, releasing hot gas and ancient fossils. The Hive expanded across old continental shelves.
An Echo-Stalker entered an abandoned research base—one Weyland had left behind decades ago.
Inside?
Human survivors.
Seven of them.
Trapped for years.
When they saw the creature—they expected death.
But it didn't attack.
It watched.
It analyzed.
Then returned.
Echo-Stalker Report: Intelligent Resistance Cluster Detected
Mo processed it.
Then smiled.
"We let them live."
"For now."
"Let them tell the stars what waits here."
[STATUS REPORT – END OF CHAPTER]
Biome Coverage: 94.1%Core Terraforming: 67.3%Swarm Count: 27,800+Biomass Storage: 891,590Biomass Gain Rate: +18,600/hrNew Units: Alpha Spearborn (2), Echo-Stalkers (5), More pendingPolar Hive Expansion: In Progress
Mo's Hive is unstoppable.
But Weyland is watching.The survivors are spreading the message.And Mo is preparing his next evolution.