Surface
A few leaves twitched as a barrel pushed out of a bush at the edge of the woods. Not a sound could be heard, she even was controlling her heart rate down to a point that it was only beating once every few seconds. The trigger assembly had been rebuilt a few times in the past few years, but it rocked back slowly, and smoothly. A small flash and a thunder strike, the predator had made her first move.
Two pirates had been working with a hand truck to move one of the crates from one shuttle to the other. One had noticed the barrel getting close, but not soon enough. He called out just as the explosion hit, putting pieces of schrapnel through his chest and into a few others. His partner, protected by the crate got away with just his ears ringing.
Soon, two pirates exited the dig team's shuttle, while four others came out of their own. They looked around in frustration while some uttered various curses loudly, and up above, the sound of two fighters began coming closer again.
Once She fired the tan predator was off and moving quietly and quickly to the next point. She found her tree when she tucked behind and took aim at the lead pair. She needed them to come a bit deeper into the tree line before she could finish them all off. With a dirty grin she sqeezed off another blast from her shotgun at them. Once the blast was fired, she was off to the next point.
The two from the civilian shuttle were peppered, but just enough out of range to not be mortally wounded. They cussed up a storm as they half hobbled into cover, pulling out their pistols. Slowly, the pirate near the hand truck regained his head a little, and tried for a dash to their shuttle, his four compatriots waving him over to them as they too pulled their sidearms.
"Where are you?!" one shouted from cover, "Come out here so I can see you, or we'll lay this place to waste hunting you down!"
As if to emphasize his words, two fighters came in and hit yet another row of mounds, though still a bit away from where their terror hid.
With a Shreaking laugh she taunted them before she made another quiet move to where she left the heavy weapon. She moved and grabbed the belt feed weapon and moved out around to flank the group. They were almost in posistion to her main set of teeth. She found a good spot and dropped in to start fireing off a burst of the large weapons rounds at the group. As she kept pulsing the weapon at the group she reached down to her leg and felt the remote taped there.
She managed to get around their cover just enough to fully take out those she had wounded earlier, and tagged a freash one while she was at it. They could have closed their doors if they wanted, but one idiot tried for the crate again anyway, figuring his position was protected from their tormentor's fire. The predator, on the other hand indeed no longer had a shot, and needed to be careful of the river, should she try to circle around further.
Leaving the heavy weapon where she used it, belts spent. She moved out into the bombed out fields, drawing both her pistol and a long bladed knife. With one last kackle she depreses the button on the remote and fired off the claymore mines she had first set along the tree line and river front. Those the blast of ball bearings and fire ball didn't remove from the playfield, she would finish off with her knife, the pistol was only out to look cool.
The fool and two of his compatriots whom were calling for him to get back into the shuttle were soon hit by the onslaught of fire, concussion, and metal with little time to be surprised. This left only one, who quickly stood up from behind a crate in the lea of a shuttle wall to make his way for the craft's cockpit. Meanwhile, the two fighters began coming in for another round, lining up to pepper the smoking open area of destroyed dirt and stone.
With a grin she snuck up in the confusion of the exposion and stepped inside of the shuttle sliding around the far side of the crate from the remaining person. "Hellooooo." She smiled letting her fanged teeth show before reaching froward to slit his throat. She licked the blood of the blade, with a thought that all her prey would need to be rendered before long.
She turned her head at the sound of the fighters making their current pass. They were an issue, so she took off back to the tree line. a few hundread meeters from where she started this all was a sholdermounted launcher for a rocket. tucking down the took aim at the closer one and with an exhale she fired the rocket at it.
The fighters had almost passed when the suddenly split up from each other to come aroiund again sooner. Did they see their attacker or not? If they hadn't, the one fighter exploding caught their attention. Bits of airframe rained to the ground as the other craft swooped in to try and locate the invisible terror.
Dropping the weapons system, She took off towards the second one she had left near a rock near a mound. She was sure that the Fighter had seen her, so she had to move fast or the fighter would be on her with vengance. Taking a rolling dive at the rock she tucked in behind it and pulled the weapon up to her sholder. Poking up over the rock she waited for the fighter to come around for it's next run.
The fighter seemed to line up quite well with where she was and a few flashes appeared around its weapons ports. Blasts of laser fire landed all around the pirate's tormentor, but only one came close, buzzing by an ear. Oddly enough, however, it was not trying to fire any more missiles.
With a fanged grin she squeezed the trigger spoons of the launcher and fired the rocket up and at the fighter. Once the smoke filled the air around her, she took off back to wards the woods. Ether she had gotten the fighter craft or she had missed and it would be comeing back for her.
The figher pilot saw the smoke, he targeted for where it had come from, but it was already too late. A couple shots landed around the predator, but the craft's wing got hit. It exploded in flame sending the small vehicle past the fork in the river and into a foothill a mile away.
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Tunnel
Though the water was already cold, the protrusion she got a hold of was even cooler and had a rather rough texture, but not enough for threads on something of its diameter of about half an inch. Attempts to remove it, however, proved unfruitful, though it left a dark, orange-redish brown substance on her fingers.
Soon the ground vibrated again in a couple pulses as a roar came down the tunnel, undulating with the pulses. The glowing fungi went dark a little before it hit and stayed dark for a while after it stopped. The whole thing was more felt than heard, though it did not get to the point of actual shaking.
"What the hell?" the geologist commented incredulously as it had been a while since the last rumblings, "I sure hope that's a good thing..."
Then the ground really shook, and another pulse of a roar went down the tunnel, louder than the last. A dusting of dirt fell from above as the shaking was enough to start putting someone off balance. After that, nothing. The lights came back and things remained quiet there after.