Full page. We’re in a small North Am military outpost or encampment on an alien world. The world is a hot, seething environment—maybe an alien jungle. The outpost, meant to protect some mining or resource-gathering operation, has been trashed. There are several dead North Am soldiers around, and many destroyed robs. One last soldier, tattered, wounded and scared is trying to defend himself… but he’s being stalked by a Predator in his invisible mode.
Note: North Am soldiers, like all North Americans, are usually wusses. These Deep Space patrols, however, are the hardiest and bravest souls. Possibly we should give the humans some kind of breathing-assistance gear, to add to the feeling of “alien environment.” Make it comfortable-looking. This is the forty-first century.