Stormtroopers vs Predators
A light pierced the atmosphere of the jungle planet as it descended with its fiery hue. Within the huge vessel resided a clan of intergalactic hunters, predators (yautjas). The warriors had come to pick up a fellow clansman, who had recently completed a hunt. Usually this would be a time of rejoicing in the clansman's newly acquired trophies, but the clan had a more important circumstance to address.
Preparing for the return of a brother, the many yautja carried out the needed duties as one warrior remained still, contemplating. The oldest of the clan, the Elder, sat in his skull adorned throne pondering, for he had much to think about. The "grey back" knew what he had to do, but he was hesitant to put his clan in such a predicament.
Suddenly, the great doors to the Elder's quarters opened only to reveal the "grey back's" trusted second-in-command, Thei-De Relde. Exchanging nods, the old warrior knew that their youngest brother was with them once again, returning from his hunt on the planet of the Ape-men. It was time; the white-haired hunter had to explain their clan's responsibility and mission.
Every member of the clan stood in the hot, steam filled center of the ship, ready for the old warrior's explanation. Upon entering the great hall, the Elder raised his hands and explained their plight through a series of grunts and mandible clicks. He told them of a mechanical moon that had begun to traverse the galaxy destroying planets – hunting grounds, soon after Thei-De Relde's hunt of the wooly creature on the forest moon. He spoke of the many ships that came from this massive, destructive force and the white-armored soldiers that came from them. The "grey back" balled up his hands into fists and raised his voice exclaiming their obligation to protect their hunting grounds if not for themselves, then for any yautja that has yet to experience a worthy hunt.
There was a silence gripping the room as each individual hunter thought about the massive opponent they were about to deal with. Then, nearly simultaneously, every yautja let out roars of approval that shook the stars. Each warrior was proud to bear the burden in hopes of the honor, skill, and victory they could achieve.
The mighty "grey back" clicked his mandibles with pride as he saw his fellow clansmen begin to grab their weapons and gear only to suit up for the mission that lay ahead of them. He turned to prepare for the war himself as he reminisced of his previously conceived strategy. The mechanical moon had a great defensive system of weapons and shields so he plans on using one of its ships against it in order to bypass the defenses and blow it up from within.
The plan was perfect and glancing at the clan's mighty trophy case containing everything from trophies to artifacts, he knew that they could be successful. Seeing the most recent trophies: the helmet and weapon of the "Robocop", the skull of the one oomans referred to as "Chewbacca", the many skulls of the large ancient lizards including the tyrant dubbed the T-Rex, and the newly arrived twelve skulls of the ape-men, the Elder was filled pride as he equipped his weapons and armor. He knew that going up against the vast numbers of the white-armored soldiers; he would need every weapon that he could get his hands on.
The wise warrior's mandibles clicked with anticipation along side his fellow clansmen as their ship stealthily approached the opponent's large triangular starship. After launching their craft's harpoon, the old hunter turned on his cloaking device and signaled for the others to do the same as they silently boarded the enemy's vessel. Upon entering, they surveyed the vessel's interior, and quickly set up laser nets and mines for defensive and strategic purposes.
Suddenly, as they prepared, a loud siren broke the silence. The breach to the opponent's security had finally been discovered. A wave of ten soldiers turned the corner within the massive starship in search of the disturbance. The wise "grey back" turned to his clan and issued orders to spread out throughout the ship and to regroup at the very spot he stood, should their opponents get out of hand.
Seeing the cloaked yautja as shimmers of light beginning to move throughout the vessel, the white-clad soldiers raised their weapons. The Elder quickly decloacked to provide a distraction for his clan.
"What is that!?"
"I don't know; set for stun. The Emperor will want to see this creature if it isn't in our database."
As the soldiers changed the settings on their blasters, the old warrior had already begun to strike, extending his wristblades and telescopic combi-stick. They fired frantically, but his speed and skill was too great; he easily dodged their fire in the cramped hallways of the ship. Edging his way closer to the troopers before him, the Elder pulled out his disc with his wristblade hand as he locked on one trooper with his plasmacaster. Simultaneously, the Elder threw his disc and fired his shoulder cannon. Both met their mark at amazing speed, as the disc split a trooper in half and the bolt of plasma burst through a trooper's upper body. With his newly free hand, the old warrior wasted no time and instantly grabbed his net gun only to fire it upon an unsuspecting soldier. Pinned to the wall of the hallway, the armored trooper screamed in pain as the tightening net broke through his white armor only to cut through his skin and bone.
Finally, in close-quarters range, the seasoned hunter quickly gripped his combi-stick tightly and speared a soldier head-first to the floor. Almost instantly, the veteran yautja stepped forward and kicked a trooper full force into his returning disc, decapitating it in the process. As the ooman troopers head fell to the ground, Elder unleashed his power glove as he turned to the nearest soldier and kicked its ooman legs out from under it only to strike the trooper with a full-charged power glove while it was still in the air, shattering the armor and chest cavity as it plummeted to the floor. With the sound of bones breaking still ringing through the hall, two of the three remaining soldiers began to flee. The Elder quickly locked his plasmacaster on one of the cowardly troopers as he continued dodging the remaining soldier's weapon fire. Upon shooting the plasmacaster, the intense bolt of blue plasma seared through the air and burst through the white-armored ooman's head as if it weren't there, splattering blood and brain matter all over the fleeing solder next to him. Shocked at its partner's gruesome death, the fleeing soldier stopped in his tracks underneath an inactive laser net. Seizing the opportunity, the old yautja quickly activated the laser net with his left arm gauntlet's control panel causing the concentrated lasers to project and dice the soldier into tiny pieces.
Turning to face the final trooper, the elder predator began to walk towards the shivering soldier. Taking advantage of the situation, the white-plated ooman fired a direct hit onto the huge yautja. The old warrior merely grunted and shrugged off the unpleasant disturbance.
"It...it had no effect!!" the soldier exclaimed as it desperately tried to change the setting of his blaster. Upon finally resetting his weapon, the soldier looked up only to find a pair of wristblades coming his way. The "grey back" pierced the soldier's body at the base of the collar bone and lifted it off of the hallway floor. The ooman trooper began to scream, but the veteran yautja extended his arm gauntlet's plasmacaster and instantly shot it, leaving a hole where the ooman's chest used to be, killing it in the process.
With the hallway finally commotionless, the skilled yautja sheathed his wristblades causing the ooman corpse to fall to the floor as he retrieved his combi-stick and turned on his cloaking device, but his peace was short-lived as another wave of soldiers turned the corner. The Elder was impressed; these soldiers responded quickly like lighting. However, these lightning-soldiers, these "Stormtroopers" must perish to preserve the yautja way of life. Their numbers are vast but the clan's skill is great. Should the clan die, they die with honor!
SUMMARY:
Predator Weapons – Wristblades, Plasmacasters (except for the unblood), arm caster, whip, power glove, net gun, combi-stick, laser net, disc, cloaking device, and mines
NOTE: repeated shots from the plasmacaster to the same area will hurt the ship which is bad
Stormtroopers Weapons – Blaster (stun function useless and they know it because of the last soldiers communication), thermal detonators are useless because they are so powerful that they'd blow up a large portions of the ship.
Location – Star Destroyer
NOTE: It is just a Predator Clan vs Stormtroopers. NO ONE else will interfere including Darth Vader or the Emperor (who aren't even on the ship) or the non-fighting personnel.
I could not find the exact numbers so the following will be how many stormtroopers are on the ship at the moment (they rest, should I name too few, are on a planet that they are attacking):
Numbers:
1990 Stormtroopers (the Elder already killed 10)
200 Predators (1 Elder, 60 veterans, 74 blooded, 65 unblood)