The Piper Maru's cabin was a steamy haze, Raja and Alexa tangled in sheets after a night of passion that could've powered a small city. Alexa's curvy, chocolate-skinned body glistened, Raja's hands still Squeezing and Slapping those Ass cheeks until they are Red as tamato, fully covered with raja's Liquid Nut.
"Lex, you're a damn supernova," Raja mumbled, nuzzling her neck.
Alexa, half-asleep, smirked, "You're a menace, Raja—my ass needs a vacation."
MAYA: "Master, you've set a new personal record for chaos in bed!" As they dozed, a Predator ship slipped into Earth's orbit, its cloaking tech humming.
It fired an energy beam toward Bouvetøya Island, targeting the heat bloom, the blast silent but ominous, rattling Raja's Telepathy like a cosmic alarm clock.
Morning hit, and the Piper Maru's inner deck buzzed with activity, the team suiting up for the Antarctic plunge.
Researchers checked clipboards, the tactical squad loaded rifles, and Raja strolled in late, rocking Red Hood-inspired winter tactical gear—black and red, neck-to-toe, bristling with two Desert Eagles, assault rifle, a wicked Arnold knife, and a backpack that screamed "overprepared."
Researchers gaped, one dropping a tablet, while the tactical team froze, jaws slack. Adele Rousseau, a badass female merc, whistled low, "Damn, rookie, you packing for World War III or a fashion shoot?"
Alexa, hands on hips, shot him a deadpan glare, "Raja, what the hell? Are we exploring a pyramid or assassinating a dictator?"
Raja smirked, striking a pose, "My dear Lex, we're diving 2000 feet into ice to a mystery pyramid with a random heat signature. Could be aliens, could be a trap—Weyland's probably sacrificing us to an alien overlord for eternal life. Gotta look good while saving your curvy ass!"
Weyland, sweating, stammered, "I assure you, Your Highness, I'm not into alien cults! Wild imagination, this guy!"
The team twitched, Adele muttering, "He's nuts, but I'm listening."
Alexa, shaking her head, rallied the crew, "Alright, people, my job's keeping you alive, and I need your help. No time for full training, so three rules: One, nobody goes solo. Two, constant comms. Three, when shit hits the fan, no heroics. Got it?"
The team saluted, barking, "Yes, madam!"
Raja clapped, "Let's make history, folks—preferably without becoming alien chow!"
They descended from the ship, lugging drilling rigs, tents, and gear, the Antarctic wind biting like a pissed-off yeti.
They travelled to the location on snow trucks and reached a snowy peak, Alexa fired a flare, its red glow revealing a ghost town below—an abandoned whaling station, eerie and frozen since 1904.
"Mr. Weyland," Alexa said, "your pyramid's right under this creepy-ass town, per your satellite."
Weyland nodded, "Perfect—let's move."
Maxwell Stafford, Weyland's right-hand goon, barked at the drilling team, "Set up base camp, start boring!" The drillers fired up rigs, ice chips flying, while the rest scattered to explore the town, snapping photos like morbid tourists.
Raja and Alexa, hand-in-hand like lovebirds, wandered off, Raja's Telepathy scanning for Predator pings. They stumbled on a pile of massive bones, bleached by time. "What's this, Lex?"
Raja asked, poking one. "Whale bones," Alexa said, "This station shut down in 1904—everyone vanished overnight, big mystery."
Raja grinned, "Bet aliens snatched 'em. Don't worry, my hot, curvy queen, I'll guard that chocolate ass."
He gave her a playful slap, squeezing, making her moan, then scold, "Raja, your lust is a freaking superpower! I already gave you a BJ before we left the ship—chill!"
Raja winked, "Can't help it—your curves are my Kryptonite!"
MAYA: "Master, you're one moan away from a restraining order!" They returned to base camp, spotting the chemical engineer, Thomas, missing.
Alexa sighed, "Let's find him." They split up, Alexa finding Thomas cowering behind a crate, spooked by a penguin waddling by. "Thomas, it's a damn bird, not a monster!" she snapped.
Thomas whimpered, "It looked hostile!"
Raja, meanwhile, found a massive hole in the ice, shouting, "Yo, people, get over here!" The team hustled up, gaping at the tunnel, perfectly carved at a 30-degree angle toward the pyramid.
Quinn, the drill boss, checked it, "This wasn't here yesterday—clean cut, deep as hell."
Weyland, on his tablet, confirmed, "Leads straight to the pyramid. What made it?"
Quinn shook his head, "No thermal gear on Earth cuts ice this fast in 24 hours."
Raja smirked, "Told ya—my alien theory's batting a thousand."
Weyland, pale, said, "Let's climb down and find out."
Raja's grin turned evil, "Hold up—nobody but Weyland, his security, Alexa, and me goes down. I'll grab samples, nice and careful for the researchers." His smile sent chills down spines, Weyland's security raising guns.
Raja didn't flinch, glaring at Weyland, who felt death's icy fingers.
Weyland sighed, "Quinn, do as Raja says—set up descent gear, wait here."
Raja nodded, "Good man, Weyland. Lex, you're with me. Fair warning: no human tech made that hole, so expect extra-terrestrial party crashers—act smart."
Raja planted a device in the camp's center, its runes glowing. With a telepathic nudge and an evil smile, he told Quinn, "When this blinks, herd everyone to the panic room, no weapons, and stay calm, even if you see weird shit. Got it?" Quinn and the team gulped, nodding like terrified chickens, now believers in Raja's alien talk.
The descent team rigged ropes and pulleys, starting their climb into the hole, the snowstorm howling. A loose cover flapped, jamming Weyland's rope wheel. His line snapped, sending him skidding down the ice, screaming, "Not like this!"
The team scrambled, shouting, but Raja, quick as lightning, plunged his Arnold knife into Weyland's hoodie, halting his fall. "Weyland, death's got your number on this trip,"
Raja quipped, rehooking him. Weyland, panting, muttered, "You're smart and insane, but thanks."
The team reached the bottom, finding no gear—no sign of who carved the hole. Weyland, rattled, flashed on Raja's alien theory, "If they didn't enter, where are they?"
Raja shrugged, "Lurking, probably—stay frosty." They set up a base camp, floodlights illuminating a colossal pyramid, its stonework a jaw-dropping mashup of Aztec, Cambodian, and Egyptian styles.
Alexa fired a flare, its light revealing the structure's massive scale. "Holy shit," she whispered.
Raja clapped Weyland's shoulder, "Congrats, boss—you're in the history books." Weyland, grinning like a kid at Christmas, said, "Let's explore!"
They entered, cameras rolling, the air thick with dust and mystery. A researcher, Sebastian, tripped a hidden switch, triggering a rumble. Deep below, a mechanism yanked a frozen Xenomorph Queen from stasis, zapping her awake with electric shocks, her egg-laying chamber humming to life.
Above, three Predators, cloaked, crept into the whaling station, their heat signatures tripping Raja's device. It blared, "Alien alert! This is not a drill! Three humanoid creatures in proximity! Evacuate to the panic room NOW!"
The camp team, shitting bricks, sprinted to the panic room, huddling like scared penguins, eyes darting.
The Predators, surprised by humans, went full vigilante, converging to descend and wipe them out.
Raja's device flickered, projecting his hologram, speaking Yautja tongue: "Listen up, ugly mugs! If you've got any warrior pride, enter the pyramid and face me without touching these folks. I'm the demon your tribe's been hunting since I turned your ancestors into trophies. Harm one hair, and your heads are my wall art. Game on!"
The Predators froze, mandibles twitching. One, Scar, growled to kill the humans, but Celtic and Chopper hissed, "Honor the challenge!"
They descended toward the pyramid, blades ready, Raja's evil laugh echoing in their minds.
To Be Continued…