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done, a manipulator are carefully loads several eggs onto a pallet, which

then sinks into a hatchway in the floor. It's an assembly-line of almost

frightening mechanical efficiency.

EXT. SPACE

We see a pod ejected from the Mothership, rocketing away from the planet into

deep space. The inference is obvious; the PREDATORS are seeding worlds with

ALIENS to hunt.

INT. PREDATOR MOTHERSHIP - VIEWING GALLERY

The blue beam slides across one of the eggs, and suddenly changes to red,

BEEPING rapidly. BROKEN TUSK sees the flowing display-tank alter from a

rotating simulation of an ALIEN WARRIOR skull to a representation of a

QUEEN's head. The manipulator arm swiftly grasps the EGG in question and

moves it over to a protrusion on the floor. The causes the QUEEN to go

berserk, straining at her bonds and SHRIEKING ferociously. She's obviously

been through this before and knows what's about to happen. The protrusion

splits open, spilling out an intense white light: an energy-filled blast

furnace. The manipulator claw opens, the EGG drops in, and is no more.

INT. PREDATOR MOTHERSHIP - LIVING QUARTERS

An orange light plays across a wall of skulls, casting dark shadows into

long-empty orbs. BROKEN TUSK sprawls lizard-like across a flat slab of rock

in the center of the room, inspecting his formidable arsenal of weaponry.

Satisfied, he reaches out to run a finger across the jaw of his ALIEN trophy

in an almost-erotic gesture. He regards it for a long moment as if coming

to a decision of some kind, before finally getting to his feet.

INT. PREDATOR MOTHERSHIP - VIEWING GALLERY

The lights in the gallery are dimmer when BROKEN TUSK enters. He watches the

cherry-red beam of the gliding SCANNING MECHANISM lock onto one of the EGGS,

then runs his hand in sequence over the control board. The manipulator arm

swings over, seizing the egg and loading it onto a waiting pallet.

BROKEN TUSK points his finger at the QUEEN and makes a guttural CLICKING

SOUND from deep in his throat. The effect is not unlike that of a child

firing an imaginary gun. As if reading BROKEN TOOTH's thoughts, the QUEEN

lifts her crested head upwards and emits a venomous HISS of contempt.

EXT. SPACE

In CENTER FRAME, the planet sits still and green, awash with nebulous clouds.

A hulking METAL FORM ROLLS RIGHT-TO-LEFT across our view, sunlight glinting

from it's surface. It's a rectangular satellite-construction comprised of

hundreds of communication dishes in a latticework of steel tubing. We hear

FILTERED HUMAN VOICES O.S. Subspace chatter.

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - MIDDAY

Imagine a world where every square mile is covered by a canopy of treetop

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