Epilogue:
Parting Gift
The Predator’s ship ascended with a roar, breaking through the atmosphere and into
the cold expanse of space. But before it could disappear into the vastness of the
cosmos, the ship veered, taking a path that brought it near the resistance base.
Hovering just above, the boarding ramp lowered, and the Predator emerged. It stood
there, a silhouette against the backdrop of its ship, looking down at the resistance
fighters gathered below. In its hand was a weapon, powerful and unfamiliar to
human eyes—a trophy from a hunt in a distant world, akin to the Predator’s own
plasma caster.
With a swift motion, the Predator tossed the weapon down to the humans. It landed
with a thud, its intricate design and alien craftsmanship stark against the barren
earth. The message was clear: a final farewell, and perhaps, a beacon of hope.
The resistance fighters looked up, their expressions a mix of surprise and newfound
determination. The weapon, a gift from an unlikely ally, could be the advantage they
needed—a chance to tip the scales in their favor.
The Predator watched for a moment longer, its mission on this planet complete.
Then, with the same grace and power that it had fought with, it re-entered the ship.
The ramp closed, sealing the hunter within.
Moments later, the ship shot off into the stars, a streak of light vanishing into the
infinite. The Predator was gone, but it left behind a legacy—a parting gift that might
one day turn the tide in humanity’s relentless war against the machines.
