The Antarctic wind screamed like a banshee as Raja and the three predators—Scar, Celtic, and Chopper—caught their breath on the icy summit, thinking their ordeal was over.
Suddenly, the ground trembled, and the Alien Xenomorph Queen, who'd been dangling like a pissed-off piñata in the ice peak below, clawed her way up, her massive form glistening with malice.
She let out a roar that could curdle milk, her double jaws snapping at Raja and his newfound predator pals.
Raja, unfazed, flicked on his Chaos Watch translator and grinned like a kid about to pull a prank. "Kids, looks like your queen-hunting wish is getting a VIP pass. Gear up—we're slaying royalty today!"
Scar, Celtic, and Chopper snapped into action, their Yautja pride practically glowing.
Scar brandished his gauntlet blades and a handful of iron bolts that looked like they belonged in a medieval torture chamber. Celtic twirled his spear with the finesse of a baton-twirling champ, while Chopper spun his boomerang-like ninja chakram, ready to carve some alien sushi.
"Let's bag this beast for the tribe!" Scar growled, his translator making him sound like a grumpy GPS.
The trio charged the queen like over-caffeinated linebackers, their honor on the line.
The queen, a towering nightmare of claws, tail, and acid-dripping jaws, swatted at Scar, who ducked and slashed her leg with his blades, sending acid spraying like a busted fire hydrant.
Celtic thrust his spear into her flank, only for the queen to whip her tail, nearly turning him into shish kebab.
Chopper's chakram whizzed through the air, slicing a gash in her exoskeleton, but the queen countered with a claw swipe that sent him skidding across the ice like a hockey puck.
The predators were relentless, dodging her snapping jaws and acid blood, but the queen was a juggernaut, her roars shaking the peak.
Scar's bolts pinged off her hide, Celtic's spear got stuck in her shoulder, and Chopper's chakram barely dented her.
They were giving it their all, but the queen was playing hard-to-kill.
Just as the queen's tail reared to impale Celtic, Raja, perched on a ledge like a sniper with a superiority complex, whipped out his enchanted assault rifle. "Not on my watch, you overgrown cockroach!" he bellowed, firing a shot that blasted a hole through the queen's tail.
The predators, panting and battered, stared at Raja, jaws dropping under their masks.
The queen, now royally pissed, turned her attention to Raja, her wounds knitting together with freakish speed.
The predators, bruised and out of steam, collapsed, their weapons clattering. "We're toast," Chopper wheezed. "This thing's a tank!"
Raja, ever the showman, holstered his guns, ripped off his t-shirt to reveal Baki muscular Body, and flexed his Demon Back, somehow unbothered by the subzero cold (adaptable Baby).
"Time to get serious," he muttered, summoning his divine trishul—a trident glowing with otherworldly energy—from his interdimensional inventory.
His eyes blazed as he activated the God Breathing Technique, his body radiating power like a human nuclear reactor with every Breath. "Let's dance, Queenie!"
Raja, wielding his trishul, moved like a demi-god on Red Bull. He unleashed **Sun Fire Thrust**, the trident erupting in flames that scorched the queen's hide, making her screech like a kettle on steroids.
She retaliated, her claws slashing wildly, but Raja slipped into **Dead Calm, Tidal Waves**, his movements serene yet deadly, parrying her strikes with perfect precision.
The queen's tail lashed out, but Raja countered with **Rising Dust Storm**, his trident spinning into a whirlwind of slashes that sent her stumbling.
Her acid blood sprayed, but Raja's **Stone Skin** technique turned his trishul into a shield, deflecting the corrosive mess.
The queen's inner jaw shot out, but Raja's **Thunderclap and Flash** saw him dart forward at lightning speed, stabbing her shoulder before she could blink. **Obscuring Clouds** had him weaving unpredictably, confusing her as he struck from impossible angles.
A **Roar** from his trident sent a sonic boom that staggered her, and **Spatial Awareness Thrust** let him dodge her sneaky tail strikes.
With **Slithering Serpent**, he slalomed around her claws, and **Flower Petals** unleashed a flurry of thrusts that left her reeling. The queen fought back with everything—claws, tail, double jaws, and acid blood—but Raja was a force of nature, his God Breathing Techniques blending elemental fury into a combat style that was half ballet, half apocalypse.
Finally, with the queen battered but still snarling, Raja went for the kill. "Say night-night, Queenie!" he roared, channeling **Thunderclap and Flash**. He blitzed forward, trishul blazing, and beheaded the queen in a single, electrifying strike.
Her head rolled across the ice, and Raja let out a dragon-like roar to the sky, flexing so hard the ice cracked beneath him. "That's how you do it, baby!"
A minute later, still catching his breath, Raja flicked his Chaos Watch. "Come out of your invisible cloaks, you sneaky bastards—I can smell your Yautja BO from here!"
A massive ship decloaked above, its hangar yawning open. The predator chief, a hulking figure with scars that told stories, stepped forward, joined by a dozen others.
They loaded the battered Scar, Celtic, and Chopper onto stretchers, the trio groaning like they'd been hit by a freight train.
The chief's talked and chaos watch started to translate. "Demon human, we saw footage of you decapitating and crucifying our brother three hundred years ago. We've hunted you since. Your disciples, Naru and Tabee, slaughtered my squad with your same cocky flair. You trained them well."
Raja chuckled, scratching his chin. "What can I say? I teach my kids to go big or go home."
The chief snorted, his mandibles twitching. "Why save our young ones, then?"
Raja's smirk was pure mischief. "Your kids listened when my AI warned them to spare the camp. They've got honor, unlike your usual bloodthirsty goons. I respect that."
The chief nodded, impressed. "High praise from a warrior like you. I'll tell them personally. Any requests for saving our kin?"
Raja leaned in, eyes twinkling. "Stop sending your murder-happy hunters to Earth. They kill innocents, and I'm not a fan. Kidnap some serial killers and pyschos and hunt them on Mars or something."
The chief rumbled, "I'll take it to the High Order. Your name, warrior?"
Raja grinned. "Rudra D. Raja Kumara. Raja's fine."
The chief boarded the ship, and it vanished into the sky.
Raja pulled a vaporize bomb from his inventory, tossed it onto the queen's corpse, and watched it dissolve into ashes.
He slipped into a winter jacket, hopped on a snowmobile, and zoomed toward the icebreaker ship *Piper Maru*.
There, Alexa Woods and Lady Merc Adele Rousseau waved like fangirls at a rock concert.
Alexa sprinted over, tackling Raja in a hug and planting a kiss. "I thought you were toast when that explosion went off!"
Raja squeezed her Ass, winking. "Lady Luck's my side chick. I dodged a nuke, killed a serpent queen, the works."
Adele approached, eyes grateful. "Thank you for saving us."
Raja grinned. "Just a thank you? Where's my kiss?" He pulled her in for a smooch, and she didn't protest.
On the ship, Raja gathered the crew on the meeting deck, donning black sunglasses and pulling out a flashing device. "Time for some spring cleaning," he said, faking a *Men in Black* neuralizer.
Using telepathy, he wiped the crew's memories of the pyramid, planting a tale of finding a giant hole and satellite debris.
He spared Alexa and Adele but warned them, "Spill this to anyone, and I'll have to wipe you too." They nodded, terrified.
The ship sailed back to the USA, and Raja treated himself to a week-long "holiday" with Alexa and Adele, indulging in a nonstop, bed-breaking, orgasm-fueled marathon that left the ladies weak-kneed and the neighbors jealous.
Raja wrote a letter and two checks for the ladies for their Foundation left the world and returned to the main world awake from his soul sleep in the enchanted Pod.
Maya sarcastically "Another Monster slain and another world conquered."