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The PREDATORS Meme

You wake up in the middle of a steaming jungle. You don't know where you are, or how you got there, but there's an unfamiliar sun in the sky and all signs suggest that you're not in Kansas any more. You need to survive; figure out what's going on; and maybe, just maybe, find a way to go home. There's just one problem.

Something is hunting you.

Prompts

1. Consciousness to sarcasm in five seconds. Rise and shine, you've just woken up in the middle of nowhere with no idea how you got there. On the bright side, you're not alone. Get to know your fellow ~~victims~~ contestants. Maybe you can even figure out what the hell is going on.

2. The road to nowhere. Have fun trudging through the jungle. How long 'til someone notices that it's been daylight for about 48 hours now, or that there's the wrong number of moons in the sky? Kiss your worldview goodbye.

3. Cry havoc! The hunters have set their dogs on you. Their deformed, alien monstrosity dogs. Do you run or fight? Work together or leave the others to their fate?

4. On a scale of one to "fucked"-- One of you is injured. Maybe it's fixable, or maybe it's fatal. Does the other choose to stay and help, to leave you for dead, or to put you out of your misery...?

5. Let's hope they last the night. Night has finally fallen. Time to find somewhere to hole up, grab some shuteye, and hope nothing sneaks up on you in the darkness. Sweet dreams.

6. The great escape. Here's your chance - whether by skill or luck, you've found where the hunters have set up camp. Think you've got what it takes to fly an alien ship? Of course that's assuming you live long enough to get inside. Maybe you should come up with a plan b, just in case...

7. But you've always been here. Congratulations, you're not dead yet. You've evaded the hunters for long enough that they've apparently assumed you starved, or fell into a swamp, or maybe they've just plain lost interest. And now there's fresh meat on the planet - a new batch of game for the hunters. You could help. The question is, will you?

8. Wildcard.

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[classic or reboot available]

reboot please. As nice as classic Illya is, I think the large angry version would have a better chance at surviving. Hope you brought plenty of ammunition!

Shall we start at the beginning?

Napoleon hissed in pain as he tried to move. "No, yeah that's....that's broken." His ankle was twisted at a bad angle. At least he couldn't hear the dogs anymore that had been chasing them after they escaped.

With the surrounding jungle, there wasn't any hope of getting a signal out for help till they had gotten farther away. Solo checked his weapon, he had a full clip and one left in his pocket.

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Solo's ankle looked bad. Illya had an abrasion on one cheek, but had come out of it otherwise uninjured. Though the cliff and the 'dogs' hadn't been nearly as bad as waking up in freefall. "We need to stabilize it," he said. the bone was clearly broken but hadn't penetrated the skin. "I will have to make splint."

The Russian knelt and slipped off his backpack. He had not packed it and had no idea what was in it. Illya pawed through the contents and found some first aid gear, two extra clips for his weapon, as well as several knives and a roll of duct tape. "I will have to set it first. It is not going to be pleasant."

He struggled to get himself up on his good foot, not liking the way they were completely isolated out here. Solo got himself sitting on a large rock, gun in hand as he scanned the area for threats. Or anyone sneaking up on them.

"Better do it quick, we can't stay out here for long." They needed to get to a better defensible position. He doubles up a strap from the first aid kit and bites down on it. Their bullets were needed for better uses. Giving Illya a nod and bracing himself. Him doing his best to keep his attention on their surroundings and not what was about to happen with his ankle.

Once Solo was ready, Illya carefully took hold of his foot. When the American nodded he quickly pulled and twisted, popping Solo's ankle back into place. As quickly as he could without hurting him any further, he used a split piece of wood and secured it tightly with the duct tape. He didn't expect Solo would be able to walk on it.

"Rest here a moment. I will scout ahead. I thought I saw a cave not far from here."

Solo can't help a small pained sound into the strap, spots dancing in front of his eyes for a moment before its done. Spitting out the strap and saying "ow," as flatly as he can.

If Illya thinks he's leaving him behind and not walking on his injured foot, he will have to think again. Solo grabs the duct tape and over tapes the ankle as much as possible before testing standing on it.

Grimace. Do-able but painful. "We should stick together. I don't think we're going to be alone out here for long."

Illya nodded and repacked the backpack, "We need to get to higher ground. Figure out where we are and how to get out of here." He started to walk up hill, not too fast so that Solo could keep up and lean on him if necessary. Though if more of those dog things showed up, Solo would have no chance against them.

He limped along as quickly as he could manage without falling over. Trying not to lean on Illya as at least one of them needed to stay mobile. "How do you want to play it? Bait and trap?" Solo could be the bait easily enough. "Hide and wait?"

There was also going down in a blaze of glory but Solo wasn't quite at that point yet.

"I don't know yet," he panted, the slope getting steeper. They were almost to the mouth of the cave he had glimpsed on their way down. Illya was hoping that it was a safe place for them to rest and take stock of their resources and the land below. He sat down on the lip of the cave and offered Solo his hand to help pull him up the rest of the way. "I've got you cowboy. "

It's an effort but with Illya's help he makes it to the cave. Having to sit down once he gets there, sweat beading on his brow as he watches the way they came.

"This jungle does not look familiar to me at all," Illya looked over the valley below them. The jungle seemed to spread out forever. It was hot, humid and the bright sun didn't help. Illya wiped the sweat out of his eyes on his sleeve and looked up at the sky and stopped, eyes widening, "Bosche moi."

"Not me either." Napoleon working on tightening the wrapping on his ankle and completely misses Illya looking up at the sky. "What, what is it?" he asks distractedly.

Illya swallowed hard, "L... look up at sky, Solo. Tell me what I see is hallucination. Please..." What he was looking at was not possible. It was all wrong.

He'd never heard Illya sound like that before. Solo gives him a confused look before leaning over to look up at the sky too.

"....bosche moi," he echoes in an incredulous tone. "That looks like a flying ship."

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"This is what I thought. Look past the ship. Look at moons." Two moons to be exact. Much closer than the Earth's moon was to it and that was leaving out the sun. It was bigger and closer than the sun would be if they were on Earth. But they obviously were not. "I think we are in great trouble."

Another look proved Illya to be correct. It's quite a realization, Solo puffing out a breath through his cheeks as he tries to think what they could do next. There wasn't anything in the agent's handbook about being on another planet.

"Really big trouble."

That was an understatement. The ship appeared to be landing in the jungle.

"For now we have shelter," Illya said. "And fresh water. Food may be problem." An alien planet, they didn't know what would be safe to eat or what wouldn't. "We should rest while we can. Then see if there is a way to get home." If the aliens had a ship, then they could use it to go home. Getting up, the Russian agent moved a little farther back into the cave. It was much cooler inside and perhaps it would be a safe place to rest.

Solo pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, trying to collect his thoughts. They needed a plan. His head thunking back against the rock behind him.

"Anything on the radio?" he asks. That is, if they still had their cigarette cases.

He checked his pockets, "No. No radio," Illya said after a moment. He started taking inventory of what he had. He had his gun, three clips of ammo for it, a couple of knives, a small survival kit with matches, a couple of fish hooks, some dental floss, and a small compass. Which would be no good whatsoever, the hand was spinning aimlessly. He showed it to Solo, "Either this planet has no magnetic North or there are too many magnetic sources working on it."

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Napoleon Solo | The Man from UNCLE

This should be interesting...

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