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Match 13885 Celtic Predator vs. Wolverine

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Cetanu was a great warrior among the yautja.  He had gained glory and respect through his many years.  He had hunted the hard meat many times.  He occasionally traveled to Earth to hunt the oomans.  Cetanu always had a slight fascination with them.  He admired there courage.  While not the strongest or fastest, the oomans seemed to have a pride about them.  They would never simply give up.  This is what made the oomans such a favorite for Cetanu to hunt.  Throughout the ages he had hunted them.  Some had proven so great of warriors that Cetanu adopted certain techniques from them, such as sword play.  As he ship continued its course towards Earth, Cetanu left the bridge.  He walked through the dark corridors of his ship.  Stopping in front of a door, it slid open.  A wall adorned with skulls was laid out before him.  Skulls of all sorts of creatures hung from spikes.  Although none were more coveted than the two ooman skulls Cetanu had in the center.  Just below them laid those warriors weapons.  Two samurai katanas were crossed and placed at the foot of the skulls.  These weapons Cetanu had come to admire.  The two oomans the wielded them had taken such care in there crafting.  Cetanu had rarely come across such warriors that took such pride in there weapons as him.  Reaching out, he grabbed the pair of swords and attached them to his waist.  Stepping back the door slid closed.  Brandishing the swords, Cetanu admired the blades for a moment before sheathing them and returning to the bridge.  It would not be long now.  His ship had entered the galaxy that the ooman's called home.

 

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Virginia, May 1863

 

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The Civil War had been going on now for almost two years.  The Confederacy had made its way North to Virginia.  General Lee had divided his force to take on the much larger force of Union soldiers.  He appointed his two best soldiers to go with each company.  He sent James Howlett to go with the frontal attack force and Victor Creed to go with the other half and attack from the rear.  Both seemed to enjoy the chaos they were capable of creating.  It seemed to General Lee that they were almost born for war.

 

James sat in the dark on the warm spring night of May 2nd 1863.  Holding his musket in both hands, he sat behind a barricade built of wooden posts.  He tugged on his uniform readjusting it away from his neck.  Leaning back, he lowered his hat down over his eyes.  He meant to get some rest because he knew what to expect of the battle to come tomorrow. The men around him all looked to him due to his experience in this war.  Even from time to time James’ commanding officer would ask him for advice.   As the fires burned throughout the night, the other soldiers continued to prepare for the day ahead.  

 

As the sun began to rise, the fog began to lift from the field they were set up in.  James raised his hat as he awoke.  Some of the men had drifted off through the night, others still looked just as on edge as when James had gone to sleep.  Standing to his feet, he began to stretch as he walked towards and opening to get a better view of his opposition.  Topping a slight hill he stood and watched the enemy encampment.  Other soldiers began making there way to the top of the hill.  A man stepped up next to James and they two stood in silence.  Just as the soldier began to speak, a boom sounded from across the field.  James grabbed the soldier and both hit the ground and tumbled down the hill.  At second later the ground erupted in dirt and grass as a cannonball shot across the hill.  The commander ordered his men to arms.  James grabbed his musket and attached his bayonet.  He took off to the tree line and began his way closer to the enemy, some of the soldiers followed suit.  He sprinted through the trees and suddenly stopped.  A strange smell caught his attention.  He slowly searched the trees and surrounding area with his eyes.  Another cannon fire erupted and snapped James back to attention.  He saw nothing and continued on with his attack.

 

Cetanu (aka “God of Death) clung to the trees high above the forest floor.  He had been there throughout the night watching both encampments of the oomans (aka humans).  He had made his way to the top tiers of the yautja society by being the best.  He began as an unblooded and rapidly made his way through the ranks.  As a warrior he had developed legends about himself among the other yautja.  He had made it a tradition of his own now to visit Earth every other decade in search for ooman trophies.  As he hid in the trees he noticed a group of men running through the forest.  It was a small group of men but he could tell they were warriors nun the less.  What was strange was that the leader of the men came to a halt for no apparent reason.  Then Cetanu realized that the man could sense his presence.  Centanu watched as the man carefully searched the trees.  Then the man stopped and stared directly towards Cetanu.  Just then an explosion erupted in the distance.  The man snapped his head around and he and his men continued on.  This ooman interested Cetanu so he began to follow him through the tree and watch and record him from a distance.

 

James emerged from the forest back onto the field of battle.  He now charged with his small group of men into the enemy from the side.  His musket held at the ready, he ran into battle.  He leapt over a barricade and landed among the Union soldiers.  Using his musket he slashed and hacked at his enemies with the bayonet.  As an enemy approached he stabbed the closes and them twirling around shot another approaching from the rear.  A Union soldier grabbed James from behind and held him in place long enough for another to stab him with the bayonet.  James grimaced but to the soldiers surprise, then man did not falter.  Instead a rage formed in his eyes as he grabbed the man that had stabbed him.  He pulled the man closer, causing the bayonet to plunge further.  It impaled the man holding James from behind.  In fear, the soldier tried to pull his musket away to no avail.  James grabbed the man by his jacket with his left hand.  Raising his right back as claws began to emerge.  Then striking, he buried his claws into the soldiers chest.  Disposing of the two men, he turned to continue his attack.  When he turned around, a firing line had formed.  Exposing both his claws,  he charged the men.  The firing line let loose a barrage of lead.  James continued forward but the force was too much, as he dropped to the ground and his claws retracted.  He laid in the mud motionless.

 

Cetanu had watched as the ooman tore through the forces he encountered.  He was impressed at this oomans tenacity and rage.  It was a true warrior.  Then as two other oomans grabbed hold he saw the determination and unwillingness to submit.  Cetanu thought this ooman would be a true prize to behold.  At the same moment, Cetanu watched as men approached from all sides surrounding the warrior ooman.  He was disheartened to see them all fire on him in such a cowardly way.  He would have made a great hunt indeed.  With that, Cetanu left the battle area with the other trophies he had claimed over the past few days for his ship and returned home.

 

 

France, August 1918

 

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James Howlett was now known as Logan.  He had survived along with his brother Victor Creed and had barely aged a day since the Civil War.  The two men had been little more than shadows and whispers in towns until another major war had started.  Now the two brothers had enlisted to join the fight against the central powers.  They had been sent with other platoons of soldiers to help the French take back the land they had been forced from.  Since there last war, the scenery had changed.  Weapons were stronger and battle tactics had changed.  This worked out perfectly for Logan.

 

Logan sat in a fox hole next to Victor as the two of them readied there weapons.  The Germans had dug in and the fight was taking place from trench to trench.  As bullets whizzed over there heads, Logan and Victor grinned with anticipation.  As most men would shoot from the fox hole, this was not Logan and Victor’s style.  Logan fired a magazine at the enemy to get there heads down.  At the same time, Victor went sprinting across the open ground towards the enemy trenches.  As Logan stopped firing, the Germans popped back up to return fire but it was too late.  Victor lunged down into the fox whole and began firing away.  With the Germans occupied by Victor, Logan sprinted to help his brother and join in on the action.  Dropping into the trench Logan drove his machine gun into the chest of a German soldier as he began to pull the trigger.  The soldier fell to the ground riddled with bullets.  Then turning he fired at a few soldiers that emerged coming over the hill to help there allies.  More men poured in through the trenches.  In the close quarters, the soldiers had a hard time shooting without hitting their own men.  This afforded Logan and Victor to get a little more hands on.  The two men began to rip and slash at the enemy.  Claws and nails tore through the men like a hot knife through butter.  As the sun began to rise, Victor and Logan emerged from the trenches.  There clothes were torn and they were covered in blood.  There allies rushed to aid them.  As the came to the trench Logan and Victor had crawled out of the men were shocked.  Piles of bodies laid strewn throughout the fox hole.  None of the Allied soldiers could believe that these two men alone had done all this.  As Logan began to walk towards his encampment, he caught a shimmer in the distance.  It was brief but somehow he felt as if someone or something had been watching him.

 

Cetanu had once again returned to the Earth for the hunt.  He was mildly impressed with the advancements the oomans had made in the last 50 years.  Turning on his cloak, he emersed himself among the ooman trenches.  He made his way undetected among the frightened ooman.  As the battle erupted between the two factions, Cetanu watched and studied the soldiers.  Occasionally he would find one or two that seemed to excel in the closeness of the trench warfare.  Those were the oomans Cetanu was looking for.  Ones that could put up a possible fight.  He would brandish his blades and drop his cloak.  The oomans he encountered would fight back but there fear prevented them from presenting any real challenge.  As the fighting began to die down.  Leaping from the trench, Cetanu landed back on top the battlefield.  That’s when he saw him.  He saw from a distance a man he had seen many years ago.  He was cloaked to prevent his presence from being known but once again he felt as if the ooman knew he was there.  Replaying an old vid in his mask, he realized that the ooman looked almost identical to the one he had seen die many years ago.  This must have been a distant ancestor, he thought.  With his time on Earth up, he recorded the ooman’s face and returned to his ship as the ooman returned to his fellow soldiers.

 

Logan and Victor returned to camp that night.  As the men sat down, Logan ordered a drank.  Taking a sip, he asked Victor.  â€œIn all our years of fighting, have you ever felt as if death was watching us?  We have died in front of men, only to heal and move on to another fight.  Several times I have felt as if something is watching or maybe hunting me.† Victor looked at Logan and smirked, “I think your letting all the death and destruction we had out to the enemy get in your head little brother.  You just need to relax and revel in the fun we have.† Logan sat his glass down, “Yeah maybe, but something didn’t feel right today.  We did our job but it felt like something was in the distance waiting for me.† The two brothers continued through out the night, drinking and talking.  As Logan headed back to his tent, he could help but feel as if something was out there and waiting for him.

 

 

Normandy, June 1944

 

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Logan stood among the soldiers in the rain as the amphibious landing vehicle made its way towards the beach.  A cigar in his mouth, he looked at the men around him.  Many looked fresh out of boot camp.  Gripping his rifle he prepared as the vehicle neared the beach.  He could now see the bunkers on the coast through the fog.  Suddenly the air erupted with gun fire from the Cliffside bunkers.  Bullets zipped through the air and mortars blew all around.  Suddenly a mortar round struck the vehicle and the men were thrown out.  Underwater Logan could see the men struggle for the surface.  Bullets ripped through the water and men as the strived towards the air.  Logan remained underwater and began swimming closer to the shore.  Crawling from the water, he held up behind a broken down vehicle.  Then sprinting he dodged mortar fire as he made his way to the bottom of the cliffs.  Reaching the bottom, he then began to scale the cliff directly beneath one of the bunkers.  As he neared the opening facing the sea he stopped.  Pulling a grenade from his hip, he took out the pin and tossed it inside.  After the explosion he jumped through the view port and ravaged the men that were still alive.  Turning the turret to the right, he faced it at the other bunker.  He let loose with a barrage of gun fire and neutralized it, allowing the other soldiers to gain ground.  As he exited he saw something.  A man was suspended in the air by what looked like nothing.  The Logan saw it.  A shimmer of light and then he saw two yellow eyes flash just before the German soldier was ripped in half.  Logan pointed his machine gun towards the figure but it was gone and so was the soldiers head.  Logan saw some sort of fluorescent green liquid around the spot the being had been standing.  The smell of it also reminded him of that battle in Virginia almost 80 years ago.

 

Cetanu had returned to the Earth after other yautja talking about a great hunt that the blooded yautja had had on Earth.  They had spoke of a great war on the Earth with soldiers from around the planet.  He could not let this opportunity pass him by.  He had landed his ship not far from the coast.  For now it seemed the ooman soldiers were concentrated in that area.  He had made his way to the cliff side.  He had seen the many vehicles approaching the shore.  As gunfire shot out, Cetanu commenced to hunting.  He had stepped into the door frame of one of the concrete bunkers.  A ooman began to run out when it ran into Cetanu.  The ooman looked confused, then Cetanu deactivated his cloak and the man stood wide eyed in fear.  He began began firing but was too late.  Cetanu had already moved and his wrist blade had cut off the soldiers arm.  More men began to try to enter the bunker from the outside, only to encounter the “God of Deathâ€.  He turned and his plasma caster erupted with a blue light.  The soldier in its path head erupted.  The other soldiers looked stunned.  Pulling out twin katanas, Cetanu moved with the grace of a master swords man.  He moved and cut down the men.  Only one soldier had managed to hit him.  Stabbing him through the gut he watched the man’s life fade from his eyes.  Reactivating his cloak, he grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him off the ground.  At that time someone emerged from the bunker.  Cetanu looked to his left and saw something that amazed him.  He saw the one ooman he thought should be long dead for someone of its species.  He could see the recognition in the ooman’s eyes.  This told Cetanu that it was no ancestor.  This was the same ooman he had encountered before.  As the soldier raised its gun, Cetanu disappeared.  He wanted to observe this ooman closer.  This one would make a great hunt but he wanted to understand it more before charging blindly into battle with a warrior that had lived this long.

 

Logan could no longer assume that something was near.  This was definitive proof.  Meeting up with his brother, Logan told Victor at of what he had seen.  â€œThe man was lifted from the ground into thin air.  Then something allowed me to know it was there.  When I went to fire on it, it was gone.  I ran over to the area and the dead guy’s head was missing and some sort of bright green liquid was left behind.† Victor looked at his brother quizzically.  â€œI think your losing it Jimmy.  Don’t go freaking out on me while we are over here.  When we get done with this, we can cool out for awhile but keep your head on straight for now.† With that the two men continued there tour in the war.  Almost the entire war, Logan felt as if something was watching.  He never caught the scent or saw the figure but he could feel it watching from a distance or from the shadows.

 

Cetanu followed quietly as he watched Logan from his vantage points.  He noticed that Logan wasn’t alone.  Another soldier stayed with him through out the battles.  He watched as the two oomans waged bloody war up close and personal with there enemies.  He watched as the men endured injury after injury and seemed to recover and come back for more.  Its interested Cetanu that there was not one but two oomans that seemed to be great warriors.  He would like to hunt them both but wanted to go after the first that he had been seeing for so long.  As his hunt came to an end, he returned to his ship.  He would leave for now but he felt safe in assuming his prey would be here when he returned.  Climbing aboard his ship, he removed his helmet and plugged it into the control panel.  He activated the engines and plotted his course home.  As the ship took off, he played his vids of Logan over and over.  Every battle recorded for the future.

 

 

Vietnam, July 1969

 

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Logan marched through the jungle with his platoon.  The jungle as of late seemed to be eerily quite.  Normally animals were a constant noise.  It seemed as if they knew something that no one else did.  As the platoon continued forwards, they came to the foot of a mountain.  As the neared they could see smoke coming from several openings that led underground.  Logan went in to investigate with a few men, as the rest set up a perimeter.  Logan crept through the smoky tunnels.  The Vietcong laid strewn throughout the floors.  All of them dead.  All of them looked as if they had been slashed apart.  Suddenly Logan heard screams and gunfire from outside.  He ran towards the opening he had come in.  Emerging from the tunnel, his platoon laid wasted.  Some looked burnt while others looked hacked up, similar to the men inside the tunnels.  Logan scanned the area for his attackers.  That’s when he smelled it.  It was and odor he remembered from many years ago.  It was unmistakable.  Then a shimmer and a flash of yellow eyes revealed what he had figured out.  The creature that had been hunting him had finally chosen his time.  It deactivated its cloak.  The men beside Logan opened fire.  Blue blasts erupted and the other soldiers sizzled and fell to the ground.  Logan looked to his left and right at his fallen comrades.  The figure emerged from the shadows and Logan saw it for its true self for the first time.  It was monstrous and looked like some form of demon.

 

Cetanu had come to this island in search of the greatest battle.  He knew if the heat of the battle was here, so would he prey.  He had seen him in the jungle and predicted his path.  Moving ahead, Cetanu had found the ooman mountain stronghold.  He entered and tore the soldiers apart.  It took a long time but it the closeness of the tunnels, the oomans numbers counted for nothing.  Waiting in the trees above, he watched as his prey neared the mountain.  As he and a couple ooman’s entered he waited for them to get deep into the caverns.  As the rest of the oomans waited outside, Cetanu dropped from the trees between them.  He pulled out his katanas and stabbed two oomans in the neck.  His plasma caster erupted rapidly and killed two others.  As the other soldiers turned to see the commotion they were awestruck.  This massive figure moved through the shadows so swiftly that they couldn’t get a bead on it.  Cetanu lunged towards a soldier holding a light machine gun and impaled him with a sword.  Then reaching into his waist band, he pulled out a shuriken.  Tossing it through the air, it sliced through three men and returned to Cetanu’s hand.  One last soldier ran for the tunnel opening and had a hole blown through him by Cetanu’s plasma caster.  At that time he could hear his prey returning.  Now they were face to face.  Deactivating his cloak, his prey saw him for the first time.  He let loose two plasma blasts that killed the soldiers standing to his prey’s left and right.

 

Now Cetanu and Logan stood facing one another for the third time.  Both the Predator and the man knew only one of them would leave this place alive.  Cetanu through one of his katanas through the air.  It landed blade first into the ground at his prey’s feet.  Logan looked at the creature and realized what it wanted.  The creature wanted a challenge.  It wanted to make this fight trophy worthy.  Logan never being one to back away from a challenge grabbed the hilt of the sword.  He slung his rifle over his shoulder.  Cetanu seeing his prey accept the challenge, removed his face mask.  The hiss of the mask sounded as Cetanu released the snaps on his helmet.  With his katana in his hand, he spread his arms wide and growled.  The noise echoed through the jungle.  Logan tightened his grip around the sword and prepared for the fight of his life.

 

 

 

Cetanu w/ wrist blades, one shuriken, one katana, and one scatter gun

he is wearing light armor, similar to the original Predator movie

 

VS

 

(This is movie verse Wolverine)

Logan w/ bone claws, one katana, two grenades, and one M16 with two mags

 

The battle takes place at night in the Vietnam jungle.

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Excellent setup and wow a interesting idea to have the Predator wait all these years before battling Wolverine. It makes sense in a way knowing the Yautja.  With all that data it has on Wolverine it would definitely be ready for Wolverine would have taken into consideration all his skills he picked up over the years. It also will figure out from years of data that Wolverine obviously has some kind of healing ability that allows him to stay alive. I'm going with the Predator here.

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Thanks.  I thought it would make for an interesting story for the pred to see Logan all through time and realize its the same human.  I think a human that had been through that many battles would be a great hunt for a Pred.

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Very good tourney entry, LEGACY. It's almost the quintessential story about how a seasoned Predator tracks and finally confronts movie-verse Wolverine. I'm just wondering why Creed couldn't also detect Cetanu, though. 

 

As for the match, I'm also a bit inclined to give this to the Celtic one. Yeah, Movie-verse Logan has his healing factor, but that may be his only advantage here. Celtic has superior size, strength, quickness, weaponry, and likely experience, and he's spent decades studying Logan. After a brutal, fairly tough battle, Cetanu could eventually wear Wolvie down enough for the killing blow, especially since Logan doesn't have adamantium on his bones as of yet here. 

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Very good tourney entry, LEGACY. It's almost the quintessential story about how a seasoned Predator tracks and finally confronts movie-verse Wolverine. I'm just wondering why Creed couldn't also detect Cetanu, though. 

 

As for the match, I'm also a bit inclined to give this to the Celtic one. Yeah, Movie-verse Logan has his healing factor, but that may be his only advantage here. Celtic has superior size, strength, quickness, weaponry, and likely experience, and he's spent decades studying Logan. After a brutal, fairly tough battle, Cetanu could eventually wear Wolvie down enough for the killing blow, especially since Logan doesn't have adamantium on his bones as of yet here. 

Thanks.  I had planned on this maybe being an arc if it was received well.  I positioned Creed in different locals at some of the battles so he wouldnt pick up on the pred easily.  

 

I might have Predator going after movie-verse characters of all types if people like the story.

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Match Final Results

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RakaiThwei gives it a grade of: A

bigballerju gives it a grade of: A

DSkillz gives it a grade of: A Literally epic story, but I almost gave this a "B" with the various grammar errors.

SCORE

Celtic Predator: 15

Wolverine: 10

FPA: 4.0

 

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thank yall.  Was hoping for a bigger turnout for my contest entry though.

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