Jump 247: Predator

Jump #247: Predator
>The High Priestess, reversed: The forces of nature unleashed.
Did someone say xenos? 'Cause I thought I heard someone say PURGE IT WITH FIRE.
>Age: 30
>Location: New York City, 1995
It's not quite the jungle, but it's still early enough in the game that I can deal with the xenos' bullshit and stop them before they get very far, every time. I'm not going to trade off any of my power for scenarios though - I'll happily crush them on whatever terms I see fit.
>Identity: Survivor
You were expecting maybe a buddy cop movie? Nah, not this time around.
>Defy Analysis (600)
What's that you say? Anything I leave behind, from material to DNA, defies analysis? ALL OF MY YES.
>Master of the Hunt (200)
To hunt a hunter, you must know how the hunter thinks.
>Resized Yaut'ja Armor (100)
Paid the 100cp surcharge so I can get a handheld cloaking device. I could Disillusion myself, but honestly, playing by the locals' rules is half the fun.
>Ancient Weapon: Silicon Staff (0)
It's a melee weapon. It works. Right? It's not like I'm enhancing any of its esoteric powers, I'm just making sure that if I face off against a yaut'ja with it, it'll be able to hold its own instead of being sliced in half by one of their frisbees.

New York City, 1995. A number of Hunters should have had a hell of a time. And yet, that never actually ended up happening - it's as though they got startled away every time they started to go after a target. And then the NYPD found a number of bodies that were burnt to a crisp... distinctly inhuman bodies. While the bodies had strange alloys in what little armor they wore, there was no salvagable technology to be had. The US government covers it all up very effectively while forwarding the surviving material for research.

Siberia, 1996. An alien ship crash-landed. Sadly, by the time anyone investigated, the ship had been destroyed and reduced to slag by means unknown - nothing was salvagable aside from, perhaps, the metals and a few things that could be called trophies. The bodies were even less intact than the ones in New York.

Los Angeles, 1997. A bunch of Columbians got shot in the face, which confuses the hell out of a detective who had just been in a gun battle with them about thirty minutes prior. A crispy yaut'ja was delivered to the Other Worlds Lifeforms Taskforce with intact armor (but stripped of weapons) with a half-melted knife embedded in its forehead, which confuses the hell out of Gary Busey and makes him even more paranoid.

A UFO is seen shortly afterward at low altitude over Los Angeles before it streaks into the stratosphere. Its occupants carry a warning: "If your species comes to Earth to hunt again, your species will be exterminated in totality. You are not hunters. You are insects."

Antarctica, 2004: A UFO is spotted via satellites that don't officially exist. It is, shortly thereafter, speared by what looks like a lightning bolt that stretches from the moon to Earth.

Yaut'ja homeworld, three days later: an asteroid flies into the planet at a double-digit percentage of the speed of light. Over the course of the next three months, in a series of attacks that should have been impossible to coordinate, nine out of every ten yaut'ja who were offworld were annihilated. The xenomorphs' extinction followed, including the eggs on an uninhabitable world that the Nostromo would find later.

Because seriously, fuck those guys, the horse they rode in on, and the fleas that infest it.