Tiểu thuyết viễn tưởng tiếng Anh

Tiểu thuyết viễn tưởng tiếng Anh

I''ve gathered a lot of fan fictions. If someone are interested in this, especially in translation, why we dont try to complete some of them.

Here are a short story called "Big game hunters", I post here to raise others'' awareness of a series of "Starcraft Fictions"

Big game hunters
The hunters moved swiftly and silently through the wood and underbrush, systematically cutting off retreats and access points as they drove their prey further and further toward the cliffside. A thousand feet below the edge streamed one of the Delta Rivers that led out to the ocean.

Without uttering a sound the leader, Peter Hyams, signaled direction and speed instructions to his counterparts. Some of the hunters simply stopped and crouched into hiding positions for a moment while others continued to move forward.

Peter knew his plan had worked thus far. He knew the pack of bengalaas that they''d been pursuing for the last day where still in front of them. He knew it because in the distance, he could hear them; he just couldn''t see them. They still had a very extensive lead on hunters, perhaps a klick or two.

The sweat was pouring down his face now. The heat and the humi***y in the equatorial rainforest where the park was located was becoming extremely intense, in part due to the mid-summer months, in part due to the fact that it was a perfect day; not a cloud in the sky and the sun shining brilliantly.

He signalled a momentary halt to allow everyone, as well as himself, to catch their breaths. He crouched down until his head was almost touching the ground and listened to the environment. Like an extremely adept predator, his senses and instinct took control of his body. His eyes darted around forest before him, searching for clues. His ears listened to the sounds of the jungle.

After a moment of pause, he finally stood up and ordered a slow march; walking pace. Swatting some jungle lykes that had been continously pestering him, the buzzing beasts fell to the jungle floor or else splattered on his skin and clothing where he''d smashed them. It was somewhat astonishing the think that despite the sheer vastness of space and the distance between worlds, the same insect was present on most the inhabitable planets in the Koprulu Sector.

The hunt was on. The cliffside was less than two klicks away. Over time, the river had shaped the rocks and the land. The cliffside was arched like a horseshoe. There was no escape for that poor pack of bengalaas. Peter smiled to himself. They''re as good as dead! he thought, picturing in his mind how he would leap out of the brush and make the glorious kill.

As if wrapped too much in concentration and thought, he nearly smashed his head into a tree. Quickly side-stepping it, he acted as if it was normal. He let no suspicion out to his comrades-in-fatigues that even leaders can make mistakes. It wasn''t an option. With people like these, he had to be strong. He couldn''t show any sign of weakness or else he showed himself as a poor leader and might as well be one of the pack of bengalaas they were hunting.

The twelve men of his hunting party who had called themselves the Illusion Weavers, had been together for years, and in all that time he had always been the leader. Having never failed a hunt and in every tournament hosted by Terran Wildlife Services, always come out with the biggest game, winning the annual CRUSH Award and a cash prize of one million ore cre***s from LarsCorp Technologies. The Illusion Weavers had earned their reputation as ''Number One'' as a result of Peter''s lead. That was perhaps the reason that he was and had been the leader for so long.

The nearest man to him was Andrew Marlowe, Peter''s second. Wielding massively broad shoulders and an extremely muscular upper body, paired with a scruffy-looking face and a mean temper, Peter knew he was not the type of person he''d want to get on the bad side with. If he couldn''t control a man like Marlowe, then he didn''t even want to know him.

Peter on the other hand was smaller than the seven-foot behemoth that he''d spent so much time with on so many hunts. In fact, he was smaller than most of his hunters. Peter was just under six feet, two hundred pounds of muscle and more intelligent than the rest of his party in most respects. That was another advantage of being the leader.

The other men in his group included Armyan Bernstein, aptly nicknamed ''Captain Bazooka''. Despite protests from Marlowe and even Peter himself, Bernstein had an unshakable love for high-power explosives. Marc Abraham and Richard Holland were the agents of the field, having had training in the Confederate Marine Corps. before they were court-martialed and washed out for insubordination. Zade Foden was the most intelligent man of the group, having attended the University of Tarsonis for almost a decade and earning degrees in psychology, parapsychology, animal psychology, and theoretical psychology. Foden was also the most talkative. Rent Colspack carried a gattling; Robert Karma was an experienced bounty hunter; Byron ''Red'' Orion was Peter''s firey-haired and hot-tempered cousin; and Stephen Anthony Matthews was a ''King-of-the-Cage'' martial artist with a somewhat comedic and humorous disposition. Bob Tillberter was the ''newbie'' to the group, having only been around for a couple of hunts; finally Avery Jay, owner and pilot of a private transport vessel named Grey Seartonea. Together, they were the Illusion Weavers.

They continued to move forward through the jungle in pursuit of their prize, but Peter was suddenly overcome with and itchy nerve. As he surveyed the landscape in front of him, he realized something was wrong, but he couldn''t put his finger on the target. Tempted to open fire on the trees ahead, he decided against it. Shrilling a bird-like whistle, he called his men in close, abandoning the exit points where their prey could now make their escape.

Once the group was in nice and tight, a simple hand-gesture ordered complete silence. As they listened to the forest the sounds that suddenly erupted were clearly very different than that of a pack of bengalaas. Even Tillberter could tell that what was ahead of them was something the rest of the group had never seen or heard before.

Though the distance made the sound very faint, Peter could tell that whatever was making that noise was loud. He immediately deduced that it was not another hunting party nor was it native to the equitorial rainforest. It could have come from a different region of the planet, but if it had, then it was a long way from home. The park was huge, and the rainforest itself covered most of the central continent from coast to coast.

"What is it?" Foden questioned as he tried to come up with some guesses based on previous experiences. "It sounds like a carnivorous animal. But not a silent predator."

"Lots of carnivorous animals," Karma offered. "There is no way that one creature could possibly produce that amount of sound. They probably don''t have as keen hearing senses as bengalaas either. As long as their screaming like that, we could probably sneak up on them and eliminate them before they knew what was happening."

"I agree," Marlowe nodded.

Peter listened to the arguements carefully, but something inside him still insisted that finding out was a bad idea. Nevertheless, curiousity overcame his instinct. "Okay, we''ll proceed forward. Move swiftly and silently Illusion Weavers."

Breaking their huddle, they spread out and disappeared into the rainforest.

Big Game Hunters
Written by Satyrkarma
Page: 2/2
(2742 total words in this text)
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The Illusion Weavers made quiet haste toward the cliffside. Peter suspected that they were no longer hunting bengalaas. Something else had gotten to them before he and his hunters were able. In any case however, whatever game they now faced would provide with some interesting stories, and of course the CRUSH Award.

As they drew nearer, the unnatural roaring and screaming grew more and more intense, almost to the point of spooking some of the hunters. Peter was completely passive. He feared no man or beast, but he was surprised to see Karma shuddering at the sounds. For a man who''d spent his life repressing emotion for the sake of money, Karma seemed very unnerved.

Without notice, the trees ahead sudden rustled with intense vibration as age-old limbs and branches were ripped from their trunks. The mangled and brutalized carcass of a bengalaas tore through the forest like an arclite through concrete, shattering almost everything in its path. The dead body crashed into the ground and left a mild trench behind it. It came to a stop just inches in front of Matthews who had assumed an Arachi-style position, ready to flail his arms and legs in a deadly bout of personal combat prowess.

Jay''s eyes sudden went wide as another carcass suddenly came crashing through the forest. This one impacted him directly in the chest and tossed him backward some fifty feet before his spine was crushed by a blow against a tree. Matthews and Tillberter rushed over to his side, but he was already dead.

Peter suddenly realized that he''d made the terrible mistake of turning his eyes from the danger. Ignoring Jay, he turned his gaze back onto the forest ahead and slowly crept forward on his hands and knees. He ordered the rest of his hunters to leave Jay and do the same. They could always come back for him later.

As they finally neared the edge of the brush where a clearing opened up near the cliffside, he made certain that his hunters were well hidden. Only Marlowe was kneeled beside him. The screaming was so loud now. The source of the noise was less than a hundred yards away, but they still hadn''t seen what it was. Nodding to Marlowe, they lifted their heads and peaked through the low bushes.

Marlowe, immediately turned his eyes away, holding his hands to his mouth as if he was going to throw up. Though Peter was used to the sight of death among his prey, he''d never seen anything that could have measured up to the carnage in the clearing ahead.

The entire pack of bengalaas had been reduced to a field of dirty red blood and ripped entrails. The entire clearing ran red with what was left of the pack, and running amok in it were dozens of hideous-looking monsters. They moved in menacing ways, as if preparing to attack each other but not actually doing so.

He motioned for Foden to take a look. After a few moments of watching, they all ducked back behind the brush.

"Well?" Peter demanded in a loud whisper.

"They''re definately pack-hunters, but they''re not predators. Unlike a creature like a bengalaas which you might call sophisticated and intelligent, these things are savage barbarians. They''ll attack anything. I''d imagine that they strongly rely on their numbers in a combat situation. It''s really hard to say. I never studied anything like that at the UofT."

"Those are the biggest ****ing ****roaches I''ve ever seen," Orion piped up as he watched the creatues with great interest. "Well...not really ****roaches. They look like an insectoid-mammal hybrid. Due to the exoskeletal nature of insects, bugs that size would not be able *****pport their weight. They would literally collapse on themselves. Those things are the product of a very short evolutionary process, perhaps even unnatural."

"How do you know all that? I''ve known you my whole life and you''ve never admitted anything intelligent," Peter cried.

"Are you saying those things might be bio-engineered?" Karma questioned, interrupting Peter.

"Possible. I know alot about bugs and insects. It was a childhood hobby. They called xenomorphs. I''ve heard of them before, but never actually seen one. Xenomorphs are mainly theoretical because nothing natural like this has ever been encountered before. I don''t think they''re even native to this planet. Planetary and atmospheric con***ions are not right for such an unnoticed evolution. Those things were definately planted here."

"By what?" Marlowe asked.

"Enemies of the Confederacy," Abraham and Holland said in unison. "Or maybe even the Confederacy itself. They''ve been testing all forms of weapons for years. Nuclear, chemical, bacteriological, viric...I wouldn''t be surprised if they stooped to biological engineering. They certainly have the technology."

Peter had to end this. "Shut up! All of you! At this point, I don''t care what they are or where they came from. Jay is dead. These things are toast! Colspack, lay down a suppressive line of fire. Bernstein, blow these things to hell. The rest of you, aim and fire, it''s that simple. Got it?"

Everyone nodded.

Colspack jumped up and blasted away, his gattling twirling with mechanical precision as he unleashed two hundred rounds per second. In an instant, several of the monsters had been reduced to dead hunks of swiss cheese. Then Bernstein popped up and fired a rocket into the fray. It erupted into a huge fireball, tearing chucks of burning carapace out of half the creatures. Peter and the rest of his hunters then opened fire with their rifles. For a moment, they seemed to act like lykes to vespene gas and were dropping like bricks.

Then he noticed that some of the bugs that they''d killed were coming back to life; their wounds rapidly closing. Bernstein suddenly went into a panic and fumbled with his bazooka, trying desperately to load another rocket with shaky hands. He gave the bugs to much opportunity and a couple of them pounced on top and tore his body to shreds before anyone could react.

Colspack''s gattling continued to pour out thousands of rounds, punched holes into the already battered bodies of the advancing horde and filling the air with the smell of gunpowder and depleted uranium. Despite their best efforts, the monsters continued to advance.

Tillberter suddenly broke into a run and tried to escape, but he too was hunted down and dismembered within seconds. Colspack was doing a good job of focusing his firing on the closest monsters but Tillberter had caused him to turn his gaze for a fraction of a second. Another one soared into the air and landed on top of Colspack. The impact splattered his body on the soft jungle floor like smashing a squishy tomato against a brick wall.

Without Colspack''s gattling to tide the advanced flow of death, the monsters suddenly tore free. Abraham and Holland told everyone to get away as fast as they could while they offered themselves as fodder. None of the remaining hunters would take any orders from the former Confederate marines however.

Some of the larger ones started using themselves as battering rams and plunged their spiny bodies into the hunters who had suddenly become the prey. Orion and Matthews failed to jump out of the way and were sent soaring head-over-heels into the forest where their bodies were broken against trees and rocks.

Karma fired an explosive round that popped one of the monsters in half. That one never got back up but it was the last round he was able to fire before he was torn into pieces.

Peter, Marlowe and Foden stood side-by-side shooting everything they had, but Peter realized it was hopeless. These monsters had shown resiliency against their weapons and superiority in their numbers, just as Foden had mentioned. Despite what they had originally thought, these xenomorphs were the perfect predators.

Peter had a moment to watch his entire life flash before his eyes. It was the first and last hunt he had ever lost.



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