Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141209100202/@comment-32420582-20141227135051

As Predator's died more took thier place, the general had joined the action, he had two shoulder cannons, he also had an RPG, he killed a good chuck of the filth. The general then said into his comms "Execute order 339." he got affirmatives left and right, then, even more Serpent men were sent free, they began breeding like rabits, within hours they had become many and had chosen a queen and such. Also, on the stations the Predators had explosives in the cores of the moon, it wouldn't destroy the whole thing but cause it to collaspe on itself if set off. But before they could be set off they were disabled.

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On the Predator's homeworld...

The leader of the Predator race roared in rage and smashed a monitor as their explosives were shut off, however they would fall no matter what. He then had to get the one man whom survived this plague pretending to be a race. He pulled up a screen and contacted Scar whom complied.

''"Commander..." ''Scar snarled with disgust in his tone in their normal tongue, Scar clearly hated this figure.

"Scar." he replied with equal disgust.

''"What do you want you brainless, sexless, hairless Zuakalot?" ''he spat, Scar wasn't happy that he was contacted.

"We need your help with the Arians."

''"Never." ''

"Why?"

"They are no enemies of mine, two of them i treat as allies."

"Tratior." the Commander barked as Scar disconnected.