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hand - the sort of elaborate trick seasoned Green Berets perform - he plunges

it downward into the fallen hunter. This unpleasant task accomplished,

BROKEN TUSK straightens up and activates his wrist-computer. A dark shape

blots out the light coming from the entrance; a small PREDATOR shuttlecraft,

sleek and elegant. It hovers in the air with little more than a loud HUM,

and extends a ramp. The surviving PREDATORS leap aboard, carrying their

trophies with the reserved silence of men returning from combat.

One more thing need to be done. BROKEN TUSK bends down and flips a sequence

of keys on the dead PREDATOR's wrist. A countdown is displayed in some

unknown character-set, accompanied by a HIGH PITCHED BEEPING. He then turns

and swiftly boards the craft which takes smoothly to the air, it's undergear

retracting.

EXT. PLANET SURFACE - DAY

A white-hot fireball erupts out of the fissure, the result of the PREDATOR's

suicide-destruct mechanism. The shuttlecraft pulls quickly away,

disappearing into the clouds.

EXT. SPACE

A large spacecraft is suspended in orbit around the planet; the PREDATOR

Mothership. The shuttle heads swiftly towards it.

INT. PREDATOR MOTHERSHIP - DOCKING BAY

An airlock RUMBLES open and the PREDATORS file NOISILY into the Mothership's

docking bay. An OLD PREDATOR crouched against a strut takes time out from

carving something into a block of wood to briefly look up at them. Like the

PREDATORS themselves, the ship is a curious mixture of old and new. An

elaborate frieze written in alien script runs around the wall, with racks of

sophisticated equipment recessed into it. Hatches lead off to various parts

of the ship; we see BROKEN TUSK carry his ALIEN head off down one of them.

INT. PREDATOR MOTHERSHIP - VIEWING GALLERY

The gallery seems to be more mechanical than the rest of the ship. BROKEN

TUSK enters, pausing next to a kind of readout device: a cylindrical tube

containing a substance similar to mercury which constantly changes it's mass

into shapes and alien text. He peers over the protective railing.

WHAT HE SEES is magnificent: a captive QUEEN ALIEN, the nucleus of the ALIEN

society, fed by giant intravenous pipes. Each of it's limbs is tethered by

restraining clamps preventing any movement. To the rear, it's giant egg-sac

glows and throbs, suspended by a jury-rigged sling. A SCANNING MECHANISM

hangs above the EGGS the QUEEN lays, seemingly defying gravity. As each EGG

is scanned by a blue triangular beam - similar to a PREDATOR gun-sight - it

becomes translucent, giving us a view of the pulsing FACEHUGGER inside. This

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