Given the reveal of another predator installment, I smoked a bowl and closed my eyes, thinking of what a good predator movie would look like in 2021… cuz this new one ain’t buying me yet despite the time period.
A young predator is sent to earth to prove himself. He is perched in a tree, simply taking in this alien planet and its inhabitants, stalking the landscape for a worthy prey. Many have died here, unceremoniously… but it was his time now.
Not far away is a band of mercenaries, stalking a prey of their own. Dutch is among them, as he hasn’t retired but continued his career as a private contractor. Money’s money.
They encounter (and decimate) their targets at an undisclosed base of operations. The predator is watching.
Dutch is in close quarters combat and lets out a familiar roar as he overpowers and punctures the eyes of an opponent with his bare hands.
The predator turns his head in notice of this particular human… he’s heard this tone before. Yes. This is something of great interest. He looks down in contemplation before hopping away in haste. Somethings familiar…
The predator approaches a clearing of trees knocked over and broken. Through his eyes we see a sizable ship, cloaked, and only visable to him. He boards the ship, plants himself in the pilots seat and removes his biomask to connect with the ships mainframe.
He scans some type of audio database to study this recorded tone. A match appears. It’s the sound of Dutch’s war cry from the first movie from the perspective of that Predator.
The predators head tilts in interest. More digging, and a video file is shown. Its that (87) predators perspective. The last recording, face to face with Dutch in shallow water before the video is cut as the mask is removed and dropped in the water. Every Yautja knew this recording as it had become iconic to their culture. It had been shown to every one of them, as a type of academic research to the prowess of the human species.
The predator is visably taken back in awe… this is the one. There was no more perfect a trophy to prove ones self.
The predator stands and grabs his helmet, and walks to an area of the ship where his arsenal is kept for hunts.
He scans each weapon carefully, noting the tactical use of each incomprehensible weapon. He turns his head again in thought… and removes what he had been carrying with him thus far.
The predator leaves the ship equipped with nothing but his caster and wrist blades, as his less competent yautja had as well at the time.
Walking further, he sets a command to his wrist computer and turns to watch his ship explode in the distance.
This is heard by the group of mercenaries who immediately come to a halt, waiting to note some clue as to what this explosion was.
The predator is seen letting out a roar.
Dutches eyes widen as his face is furrowed with a clear depiction of fear.
“You’re all going to die, unless you do exactly as I say…” Dutch, acting almost like a lunatic, begins removing his gear and slathers himself in mud as his company looks on in confusion.
Now wipe the spunk off your hand and tell me how fucking cool would this 5 minutes be?
