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Science outpost 12

day 3 of the incident

Time 3:21 AM


The Base is filled with the sounds of People screaming in agony, 3 Soldiers run down the hall away from the screams for they know what happened



Mitch:We have Gotta get out of the POC!

Jason:how? the enterance is blocked and the aliens are closeing!

Mathew:this is not good, their all over the place


Mitch:Quick! follow me to the Roof enterance!


the three run down the corridor to their lift only to discover that the ladder that leads up is in 2 peices


Mathew:What?! the ladder it's destroyed!


Mitch:THEY HAVE LEFT US IN HERE TO DIE!

screams from behind and roaring


Jason:Get ready! the aliens are comming!


the troopers take cover and aim at the Door, 2 minutes later the aliens atart to pound on the door leaving Dents as each alien hits it


Mathew:oh lord, please make them go away

just then the door clollapes and about 12 Aliens rush in climbing the walls and the roof, a few are on th ground running


Mitch:OH MY GOD! AIIIEEE!

Blood spills onto the floor and he is consumed by the aliens

Mathew:MITCH! YOU SONS OF A BITCH!

machine gun bullets ring out but the aliens pounce on their prey and start to claw at his flesh

Mathew:AARRRRAG!


Jason runs out the door and closes a Blast door behind him and runs to another enterance and leave the building

Jason:oh mitch, mathew, i cannot belive that those bitches killed you, i am gonna get those creatures some day.

so begins the carnage


*Story line*

It all started when the Trasian Genetic fasilaty recived a Alien Egg and it is stored in a cargo bay, but the Box it is in tips over and the top flies off, the Eggg hatches and a Facehugger comes out, well you know what happens after that if you know what the Fachuggers can do.

OOC: you can join either as a TSD trooper that is still alive in the base or be a rescue team from you nation

*tag* formaybe a later IC post

The DSPP (Deep Space Prison Pod was begining its entry into orbit. The small 12 by 4 foot box had no navigation or engines so how it got here was a whole lot of luck. The Pod burned red as it came down, but since it was made from of the strongest alloys when it was sent out the person inside of it did not fell a thing.
The Pod his 2 miles away from the compound creating a 70 foot hole in the ground. Within minutes the glowing rewd pod cooled to a touchable temp.

day 4 of the incident Time is 6:49 AM location foward Ovservation pods

Doctor Himveo:Lock the Gates that lad to the POC, i have a feeling that somthing's happening there


Trooper:but sir our SUPPLY'S come from the POC, and we are going to run out of supply's in 3 days.

Himveo:I don't care i want these pods to be as well guarded as the TSD HQ, so GET A MOVE ON IT YOU IDIOT!

Trooper:uh yes sir, but the aliens-

Himveo:DIDN'T I JUST TELL YOU TO GET THIS PLACE FORTIFYED!?

trooper:on my way sir

The Trooper quickly runs out for fearing that he will upset the doctor even more


In the POC


Jausa:Ok me let's get our asses out of this Hellhole before the aliens attack us.

Trooper Kisfa:but sir WHERE do we go? i just heard on our radio that the Pods have been locked out and we cannot get in

Jausa:let's go to the landing Pad and hold out there until a ship comes

Trooper Jasgi:we lost contact with a patrol that went there yesterday, it could be a trap sir

Jausa:then we must make sure that they didn't die in vain.

The troopers upon hearinng that agree that they should go

The Mh-60 Black Hawk helicopter from Fluttergork wandered intot he area and beganto hold station directly above. They had been on normal manuevars but had seen the explosions in the distance. They waited, scanning the ground with their searchlight for any survivors.

OOC:errr, this is a SPACE on on another planet, it has oxygen but it cannot hold many people due to it's size, (it's the size of our moon)

ooc - sorry bout that. my helicopter must be real lost! I now exit gracefully.

OOC:it's ok, no harm done.

back to the story

IC

In the POC day 4 Time 8:14 AM

Jason looks around feeling parinoid

Jason:I must get to the Dropship,it's my only chance of surviving

Jason hears some screeams of pain and agony from leftover Troopers

Jason:MY GOD! now i KNOW i have to leave

Jason starts to run to a Landing Pad that has a Dropship resting on it

Jason:i am almost there, i am almost home-AIRRR!

3 Aliens claw him from behind and start to eat him

Jason:OH MY GOD! NOOOOO-AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!

The man inside the DSPP saw blinking red lights."Where am I?" he muttered he looked around him. All the saw was the interior of the Pod. "Son of a bitch! I can't believe they did it!" He began typing =on a consol right in front of his face.

In the POC Day 6 hour 2 AM

Jakeo:man i hate this place, i keep forgetting why i signed up for the TSD army and research department

Kaisa:Yeah i know, these aliens are everywhere, they can sense you wherever you go, i had a friend called Jason that died about 2 or 4 days ago from thses things, the rest of his patrol was wiped out by alot of them


Jakeo:sorta like us eh? well just keep sharp and keep a eye out for predators too, their nasty those guys they shoot you with their shoulder cannons before you know it's comming

Kaisa:dude your starting to freek me out here, WHAT WAS THAT!?

Jakeo:huh? what? don't tell me you heard somthing.

Kasia:hope that's a boot ,That had BETTER be a boot!

picks up a boot that's lying on hte floor

Kaisa:hey it's a boot!

Jakeo dosn't respond

Kasia:Jakeo? Jakeo?

he turns around to find him gone, only a bloodstain on the floor

Kasia:oh my GOD!

OOC: i hate to do this but BUMP

In the POC, day 8 time 7:32 PM

TSD troopers look for a weapons shed


Trooper Karle:we have gotta get better weapons then these AK-74's, mabey a Flamethrower will be better

Trooper Jasia:yeah, byt that area's CRAWLING LITERALY with aliens, we'll never make it there,

Trooper Karle:Then let's go to the Communications Statoon and contact any Nations that are willing to help

the 2 Run like hell down the Corridor until they reach the Command center witch was massacerd by the Aliens

Trooper Jasia:ok where is the Comm terminal?

Trooper Karle:Over here!

the other Trooper uncovers a Terminal that was buried in rubble, Karle Picks up the mic and turns the Radio on

Trooper karle:This is sargent Karle Nemiz calling all vessals and Bases in range, we are under heavy attack by aliens to All ships we are under Hand to hand attack, they are everywhere and we need reinforcements now!


Trooper Jasia:KARLE! BEHIND US!

the Trooper turns around to see 30 Aliens or so pounding on the Door and crawling into the Roof

Trooper Karle:WE ARE SCEWED MAN!

they fire their AK-74's and managed to take 15 out before they break in

Trooper Jasia:WE ARE GONNA BE DEAD-AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRG!


trooper Karle:OH MY GOD! THEIR ALL OVER ME! I CANNOT HOLD THEM OFF! OH NO! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRG!

The mic stays on and broadcasts this to all ships and bases near the Planet/Moon

OOC:BUMP BUMP BUMP! BUMP BUMP BUMP!

OOC:La Bump

OOC: here is what some of the Rooms of the POC looks like

http://www.computerandvideogames.com/screenshots_library/dir_17/vortal_pic_8995.jpg


Science Room 2




Corridor AA-3

http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_62.jpg






recreation room 1

http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_63.jpg





The Truck Garage


http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_61.jpg




Alien Science room 12

http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_58.jpg

OOC:this alien is in stasis


outer POC

http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_56.jpg







infested POC

http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_52.jpg





POC corridor AA-5


http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_5.jpg





Recreaton room 2

http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_45.jpg




Elevator shaft


http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_44.jpg




Corridor BB-3


http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_43.jpg

OOC:this alien was Tagged so we could see waht it sees




corridor AA-2

http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_4.jpg





Roof of the POC (inside a Grating Corridor)

http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_32.jpg

OOC: Hmm, could be interested in joining, but since I must go to sleep in about an hour, this is probably over when I come from school tomorrow :P

OOC:this will be here tomarrow so don't wory, be happy :)

and do you guys like the Screenies? it's from AVP2

OOC: i forgot my fav screenie




IC:

Doctor erwin Jias, head of Alien Studies division

http://www.the-man.de/games/avp2/img/images/avp2_9.jpg

OOC: Yeah, they're nice. Now, I'll write something, and then I'll go to sleep. I'll be back tomorrow. So, there were some rescue teams coming, right?

IC: A small ship succesfully landed behind a small hile, about half a mile away from the base. After a moment the door opened, and a man with a machine gun and head lamp stepped out. He looked around for a moment, shouted something, and fourteen other men stepped out. Some of them had flamethrowers, the rest had machine funs or rifles.

They started to approach the base. There was no sign of life nearby, the aliens were probably still inside. They arrived at a door. It wasn't working - the control panel next to it had been smashed and the door was half opened, half closed, moving all the time.

"Goddamn, this doesn't look good", one of the soldiers said. He tried to open the door using the control panel - and he succeeded, as the door made a loud noice and, after a while, crashed to the ground. The man grinned, stepped through the door and turned towars the other soldiers: "Ok, guys. In we go."

They hear screams of leftover Troopers

Trooper(behind a door):OH PLEASE SOMBODY HELP ME AIRRRG!


blood leaks under the door

bump

BUMP

In the POC, day 12 Time 1:05 AM in ATV storage garage 2


Trias:Listen we MUST get to the pods, we arn't going to stay alive if we stay here, for the Aliens will slaughter us one by one, we MUST take the ATV's and escape


Trooper Jasug:we can get 2 to work but the third one is shot!

Trias:Get 15 into each one, 12 of us will run

The Troopers and scientists run to get ready for their escape, but about 30 still are being slaughted in the POC





OOC;their are 100 surviviors in the POC and about 42 of them near the ATV's 30 inside the Corridor's and 28 of them are near the landing Pad near the Dropships getting the hell outta there

AHEM! BUMPY

With a pop whoosh the cap of the DSPP flew off and the man stat up. "Were the hell am I?"

A coice in his head came to life "To be frank, I don't even know."

The man shocked for a second then realized where the vice came from. He reached up and felt the metal divoce around his ear. "Great a com aid"

"Thats not quite true I am a BATTLE AID, and if you remember sir i've been with your for over 13 years... sorry make that 482 years."

The man let out a whistel "wow a long time. But that does not help our current condiction." All around him was jungle. Somthing them mentally hit him "Al.. thats your name Al."

"Right sir."

"Ok Al looks like if we are stuck on this hell hole lets see what we got for supplies." Another small hatch poped at the end of the pod. And the man go out to look in it. He gave another whisle. Al is this what I think it is?"

"Yes Sir, it's your standard battle armer, complete med kit of nano patches over 100 all told. One MG-7150 assualt rifle with 10 compresed ammunition clips. This modle has a built in grenade launcher carrying 6 35mm grenades before reloading. You have 3 other clips. Two MV-151 side arms with 4 extra clips of compresed ammunition. (the set up is like on the first Tome raider movie. Like what Lara Croft had.) The suit itself has enough power for 30 days before recharging. and has 10 days of rations. Plus your standard com set GPS. I have allready deployed the mini satilite before re-entry. The 'watch' on your hand will provide a good holo map of a 30 meter area."

By now the man had begun doning his armer. And more and more memories were coming back. But one stayed hidden. His name.

Al spoke agian sevveral minutes later."Sir I'm reading gunfire 2 miles north north west"

"Ok wel all set here?"

"Yes sir"

"Ok lets move" and he began moving toward the compound.

Suddenly a loud blood-chilling scream fills the air like sombody is being skined alive

"What the?" The man began running a good pace getting closer to the compound and nearer to the scream. He switch his rifle off safty.
"Al give me a 12 meter sensor sweep of the area around me"

"Yes Sir"

He see 3 TSD Troopers runing liek hell

Trooper Fartha:NOT THIS WAY! RUN LIKE HELL!

ooc there is one guy.

IC: The man raises his rifle but sees the men are running "What the hell? what going on here." he trys to stop one of the men.

just then about 20 Aliens come around the corner and chase them


Trooper Kisgar:THAT'S WHAT! THE ALIENS!

The mans eyes grow wide behinf the visor. "Son of a.. the let the man go then let loose a good burst from his rifle then he to started running.

"Al why do those things look so damn familiar!?"

"Don't know my menory banks are not quite up to full standards."

The man did not reply he just followed the troopes firing behind him when sensor told him one was to close.

The Troopers go around a corner but it is a ambush and 2 of the Troopers die from their enemies claws and their sharp tail

Trooper Kisgar:OH MY GOD! THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!

Trooper Fartha:GET TO THE POC ADN STOP THESE THINGS! THEIR ARE NOT MANY LEFT BUT THE PODS MUST BE PROTEC-AIRRR

The Last Trooper runs to the Man who showed up

Trooper Lanig:Save yourself! you cannot help us! just save our friends in the pods!

With those last words the man dies when he is pounced on

A memory flashed before the mans eyes. Of a time were he saw these things before. "No NOOOOO. He gagan laying down a massive maount of cover fire killing the Alians nearest to him. His senses were focused all around him. As he killed on alian after another.
Then all was silent. He opened a open band frequency."Hello can anyone here me? Is anyone still alive?"

he finds a TSD emergancy Signal form the POC

Trooper karle:This is sargent Karle Nemiz calling all vessals and Bases in range, we are under heavy attack by aliens to All ships we are under Hand to hand attack, they are everywhere and we need reinforcements now!


Trooper Jasia:KARLE! BEHIND US!

the Trooper turns around to see 30 Aliens or so pounding on the Door and crawling into the Roof

Trooper Karle:WE ARE SCEWED MAN!

they fire their AK-74's and managed to take 15 out before they break in

Trooper Jasia:WE ARE GONNA BE DEAD-AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRG!


trooper Karle:OH MY GOD! THEIR ALL OVER ME! I CANNOT HOLD THEM OFF! OH NO! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRG!

The mic stays on and the man hears the aliens cries and the Human screams

ooc; what are the pods you are speaking about?

IC "Damn." He walke dup to one of the dead alian bodies it's blood melting through the floor. "I got away once and fate sends back." He man goes forward searching the complex. He goes about slowlly and surlly not leaving a line of sight open for them to close in on him while he's not looking.

ooc2: Remember all the stupid things people did in the movies turing their backs for too long?

OOC:the Pods is where the scientific work is done and where the Egg where this all started came from, it has a garrison of 600 Troopers and 42 Scientists

IC

Suddenly up ahead a man is hurled across the room

Mechanic:AIIE!

he hits the wall hard and around the corner a drone alien is waiting

The man see's the drone and lets loose a long burst of his rifle , rage fills the mans eyes but is gone when the alian falls to the floor. This finished the clip. He takes it out and slaps a fresh on in. Keeping his gaurd up he see's if the man is alive.

The Man get's up weakly

Mechanic:thankyou, that Alien was about to kill me like it did my Friend over there

Points to a fleshless corpes

In jump-space...

"Sir?" requested an ensign manning the sensor suite.

"What?" the bored Lieutenant asked, sipping his coffee.

"Sir, we've got a distress signal coming in, loud and clear. There's a research base that's under attack... they need immeadiate help!"

The LT stood, paced forward. "We are scoutcraft, not a battleship. We only have about twelve Marines and a couple of Particle Cannons on the ship. Besides, you know what our objectives are: observe and not be seen."

"Sir, this goes beyond orders..." the ensign turned to comm traffic onto speakers so that all could hear.

The blood drained from the LT's face. "Contact the facility! Alert them that we're here to provide whatever help we can, but don't tell them who we are... Jesus. Marines! Suit up!"

The Stealth Ship dropped out of its static jump-field.

OOC: Not new, puppet of modern type gov't.

A TSD captian (Army rank) reaches a Comm terminal

TSD captian:This is Captian Kisic of the TSD Security force, we are under heavy attack by the specimens that we where holding here, we need help to contain them, they have already overrun the POC and their making their way to the Foward Obervation Pods, i must go now to help my Comrads, i don't expect to survive, Thankyou,

shuts off Comm link

The LT leaned over the comm and broadcast, "To anyone who can here me in the base, this is Lt. Doman of the Scoutcraft Revis. We are aware of your condition and are trying to assist! We can evacuate up to thirty people on our ship, and we've called for a transport, but it's two days out. Our marines are deploying now, and we're about to engage the aliens from above. Please, let us know where we can evac from!"

The Revis banked low over the surface, her sides open. Twelve Terran Marines in Class 2 Combat Gear vaulted from the sides, landing in the alien terrain. The Revis banked away, its particle cannons firing at concentrations of aliens inside the complex.

The Marine's leader, Lt. Hathoway, crouched in an airlock. He motioned to the demo specialist, Chavez, who strapped C-26 to the wall and pressed the button. The explosion tore the bulkhead apart.

Hathoway peered in, his breath hissing in his visor. He turned on his helmet light and raised his RS-12 Gauss Rifle. The squad filed into the TSD facility.

they find that the place is littered with human bones and clothes, it was a massacre

Hathoway stepped into the destroyed hallway. He checked the next corner, then stepped around. The squad followed, snaking down the corridor towards the pod. One of the soldiers commented, "Man, I hate when stations lose power... bad stuff happens, man!"

Another soldier broke in. "Shit! I just tripped on a head, boss! A head!"

Hathoway frowned, "Cut the chatter."

Something skittered in the darkness. "What was that?" someone called.

Sgt. Nevins broked onto the comm channel. "If it ain't human, just shoot the damn thing."

Something skittered again. With a tremendous bang, a railgun fired. The alien was blown into whirling goo. Someone laughed. "Man, these things ain't that bad!"

"Look up!" Nevins cried.

Tens of aliens fell from the ceiling onto the marines, and the hallway became a bloodbath of teeth, claws, and high energy weapons.

Onboard the Revis, Lt. Doman listened to the carnage below. He could do nothing as the Marines fought for their lives in the base below. The ship banked around the facility again. Doman leaned over the tactical display. "Come on, someone answer! Is there anyone alive down there? We can evac you, but only if you tell us where you are!"

Below, part of the base exploded. The Revis rocked. In a courtyard, aliens spilled out, chasing several technicians. Against shipboard particle weapons, the aliens stood no chance, and the Revis made short work (and atoms) out of the creatures. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for inside the compound, as the screams on the radio attested to.

then 2 TSD exo-suits blast most of the Aliens with rockets


Exo 1:This is Exo 1 TSD Walker division, we appreciate your help now let's get these sons of a bitches

OOC: outside, or with the marines?

OOC:outside blasting Aliens that are trying to escape

As the shots echoes faded into the darkness, Hathoway pitched the alien corpse off of himself. "Squad, check in!"

"Rutman, here!"
"Chavez, here!"
"Nevins, here!"
"Kawalski, here!"
"Crimond, here!"

Hathoway checked the bodies of the other half of his squad. "All right. Scavenge their ammo, and lets keep on. Those things will be all over us again in a few moments. We need to get to the pod."

Crimmond toggled his helmet Intel gear. "Sir, the pod should be through a series of airlocks to the right. We're pretty close."

Hathoway nodded. "Chavez, blow that door!"

OOC:it's podS not singular, PLURAL

the exo-suits walk around the other side of the POC and wait for the marines to reach them


Exo 1:To all remaining marines, i am picking up human lifsigns to your left, could be survivors

The door blew in, and Nevins checked through. The Marines ran a full sweep of the area, checking for the reported life signs. Crimond called in on the radio, "Sir, got a door of some kind. It's a blast door, we can't just pop it with C-26."

Hathoway called up the Exos. "They're behind a blast door. I'm leaving two men here to hold it, and the rest of us are going to try to get power online to open the door. Do you know where we can do that?"

Exo 1:you will have to find a EPG (emergancy power generator) and overide the Passcodes that lock it out it's down the hall behind you, once you enter the Room look for a swich that has the words "Powsas" it means Power, flip the switch and power wil come onliine and most of the doors will work again.

"Rodger that. Hathoway, out." The LT turned back to his squad. "Nevins, Kawalski, hold the door. Everyone else, lets get the power back up."

The Marines filed into the darkness, and Crimond began to hum the Marine Hymn. Hathoway thought about reprimanding him, but stopped, and began to hum along. They stalked through the darkness, their lights flicking to and fro, cating lights on bodies and consoles. They entered the EPG room.

Hathoway began to check the east wall. He ran his light over the screens and control panels, most of them shattered. Rutman called out, "Sir! I've got aliens inbound on scanners!" The soldier yanked out his ASG-7 "Judgement" riot gun.

Hathoway found the switch. "Hold 'em! I've got the switch!" He threw it with a clank, and power returned to the base sector. Hathoway turned, drawing his RS-12. A horde of the alien monstrosities was charging down the hallway. He toggled his comm, "Nevins! Get those people clear! We're falling back under heavy assault!"

Rutman fired the ASG, and the DU pellets tore through several of the aliens. The first line of the horder broke, falling under the second. The waves poured over one another like a waterfall, defying the ungodly hail of bullets pouring into them.

Rutman's clip fell out, empty, and he began to load another. The horde poured over him, and there was a scream. A series of bangs broke the alien mass apart, and Rutman rose, bloody, from the mass. He unloaded the ASG again, then fell under a final time.

Hathoway backpedaled, firing with the RS-12. The magnetic bolts punched through rows of the aliens, but they swarmed over their losses. Crimond discharged his RS-12 several times, then dropped it. "Ammo's gone!" he cried, pulling his pistol. The 10mm pistol snapped several times, dropping more aliens in the advancing wall. Chavez fired his DEMPR rifle into the mass, the sparking bolts cascading across the swarm.

The aliens surged forward, overrunning Chavez. With a scream, the demo man had his leg ripped off. He pulled out a block of C-26 and yelled back, "RUN!"

Hathoway and Crimond bolted for all they had. Behind them, the horde rushed over Chavez, and he pressed the stud. The explosion collapsed the hallway and blasted alien limbs in all directions. The two survivors ducked around the corner to find Nevin and Kawalski trying to coax several scared TSD personelle out of hiding. Hathoway yelled, "Come on, we gotta run!"

8 TSD Security guards climb out of their hiding spots and grab their weapons

TSD guard:we are with you, lead the way

Hathoway points to the airlocks. "Those lead to our first pod. If we can get there, we might be able to evac some people. Plus, some of your guys in battle armor are waiting to help." Crimond, the Intel agent, opened the inner airlock.

The door cycled open, and they pile through. Behind them, Kawalski called up, "They're back!" There was a series of rapid shots as the support specialist blasted away with his Pulse Rifle. "Bizzatch!" he yelled.

"Come on!" Hathoway ordered. "Let's seal this airlock!"

Kawalski ducked in, still firing, and they closed the lock.

"We're in."

Trooper Jaus:i and my friend Kasua are staying behind to hold em off, you guys just run like hell

the 2 troopers take cover behind some boxes and arm their AK-74's and ready some grenades

"Thanks, you won't be forgotten." Hathoway stated.

"Unless we die, too." Crimond declared.

"Shut up, spook!" sniped Kawalski as he changed the belt in his Pulse Gun.

The four surviving Marines dashed down the corridors, their boots ringing on the metal floor. An alien jumped in front of them, snarling, and was cut down by combined arms fire. Behind them, they could here heavy firing. They reached the pod access. Crimond jimmied the lock, and it sprung open.

"Hello?" Hathoway queried. "We're Marines, and we're here to help. Who's here?"

they find themselves face to face with a PulseRifle MK2


Hisar Kisa:I am the head of security here, what happened to the POC? and WHO are you? don't you know that we are running some SENSITIVE expariments here and the Doctor won't be happy about this

Kawalski saw the Pulse Rifle first. "Oh, for crap's sake! We get gunned up trying to save these people, then they point guns at us. God, I hate irony." He paused. "Nice choice of gun, though."

Hathoway ignored the soldier. "I'm Lt. Hathoway, and we're from a passing scout ship. We heard a distress signal and checked out the area. You guys really stuck your foot in the hornet's nest, here!" He took a breath. "Please, point that gun at something more threatening... like the aliens swarming the POC! Now, we have our small ship orbitting, and it can evac about thirty, but it will take two days for the main transport to arrive. That is, if you want our assistance?"

Crimond checked back. "I'm guessing the aliens relate to your "expirements"? If so, they've probably failed. Let's settle this over a nice hot cup of SOMEWHERE FRIGGIN' ELSE!"

OOC: I'm calling it for the night.

Hisar:in my Office


They pass 3 checkpoints before they reach Hisar's office

Hisar:so your saying that the POC is being overrun? and those aliens where not a failure, some darned foold just dropped a case that had a egg in it and it hatched he rest of the hive is secured and only a halful have escaped, and another thing, Who sent the signal?

OOC: Hey, a description of what's going on. So, most of the aliens have been slaughtered already?

Hathoway pulls off his helmet to explain, "Well sir, there was no signal, not really. We observed-"

Crimond glanced at his superior in horror, "We were running deep-space scans when we picked up weapons fire. We came to check and picked up transmissions of combat and begging for help from all ships in the area. We felt we should intervene." Crimond looked pointedly at Hathoway, and motioned subtly to the Intelligence patch on his own armor.

Hathoway coughed. "Well, yes.... now, we can evacuate about thirty of your people, and all the data you have, plus maybe a few physical objects... but it will take another couple of days for the main ship to get here. Our scoutship has been transmitting to you but hasn't gotten a response."

As Hathoway talked to Hisar, Kawalski was staring at some of the objects in the room like a child, Nevins was standing at parade rest silently, and Crimond was trying to gather as much data as he could. His gaze flicked across charts and a display, mentally photographing it all. He stopped for a second, an idea breaking into his acute mind.

"Doctor, you say this whole tragedy started from one egg?" He smiled to himself. Yes, this could make a powerful weapon for the TRSN...

Hathoway snapped around. "No, Crimond. Not now!"

"Yes, sir." the Intel Agent sighed.

Hisar:That signal was sent without authorization and I need PROOF that it's a porblem we can't handle alone, in the meantime i will assign you some quarters to res tin while i make my disision.
hisar Shows him the way back to his squad

hisar:a Doctor will show you the way to your rooms

OOC: Hey, description please :P

OOC:There are still a HUGE amount of aliens, about over a million of em, adn the POC's Garrison is still being wiped out, and their are some TRSN Marines TRYING to help,


(To Crimmond) Doctor:Don't you have somthing better to do? like make sure that your friends don't TOUTCH anything?

"Thanks, Doctor." Hathoway stated as he entered his quarters. "Hey, is there any way we can get some more ammo? We shot a lot of it off trying to blast through the aliens."

He took the comm unit from his uniform. "Lt. Doman, this is Hathoway."

"This is Doman. Report."

"We've gotten into the pods. There's a Doctor Hisar in charge here, and he doesn't think its gotten out of control."

"What?"

"That's right, sir. He thinks its under control. I think it may take a massive catastrophe in the pod before he considers evac."

"Jesus."

"Yeah. Things may get fubar. We're just going to stay here, stay ready, and wait for the shit to hit the fan."

"Good luck, Lieutenant. We'll keep station."

Hisar:as for ammo we shal supply some for your Pulserifles and some TSD grenades, and IF they get to the pods we are eletrifying the outter layers of armor

OOC:the Pods are hooked up to the roof of a cave and their about 2 KM's long and there's about 5 pods, each one has about 300 Troopers adn 50 scientists

IC: The team entered the base.

"Ok, I guess I should go first", one of the men said. "I am the captain after all. And hey, you flamethrower guys should come after me. You've got the biggest guns."

Then the team started to wander in the hallways. Maybe the aliens had nothing to slaughter here, because everything was quiet. Most of the lamps were broken, and there was blood on the floor in most places.

"Looks quiet", captain said. "Now let's see if we can find somebody who's alive and can tell us exactly what's going on in here."

They came to a door that seemed to be fully functional. The captain nodded and opened the door. The room was all dark, and so he lit his head lamp. He took a couple of steps inside and lowered his assault rifle. The others came after him.

And then, all of sudden, an strange alien came out of nowhere and attacked one of the men. It looked like it was trying to eat the man's nose. The soldiers prepared their rifles and were ready to fire, but they didn't, as they were afraid that they could accidentally kill the screaming man. And then, he fell silent, the alien still on his face. The man rose and immediately hit the captain with his fist. It looked like the alien controlled him.

The captain was so surprised that he fell to the ground. When the man started to attack him again, he shouted "Fire" and ten assault rifles started firing. The creature fell to the ground, dead.

"Ok, let's go!" the captain said, rose quickly and left the room with the team behind him. They started to approach the center of the base.

OOC: Ok, where are everybody else exactly? I could join the game now :P

OOC: Whoops, posted as another nation. Tee-hee :oops:

OOC:most of the surviving POC troops are hiding in the POC or in the Pods.

In the POC, day 9 hours 11:00 AM

Trooper Kioa:arg i hate running from these things, they are kiling us off one by one.

Trooper Gasra:yeah i know, it's like hell has broken loose

Screams of Pain come from down the hall

Trooper Kioa:time to run again.

they run to the side enterance and get out of the building until the screams gone and the aliens passs by

The man does a quick scan of the Mechanic and finds he is olny a little bruised."Do you know were anyone else would be alive? Oh and you better take this. He hands the man one of his sidearms.

Mechanic:yes, i saw at LEAST 12 Troopers running like hell to our Dropships, well the ones that where working, i saw 3 men die in the first wave, they where on patrol when 2 of them where killed, the third died near the landing pad.

The mechanic beckons for him to follow

Mechanic:we MUST reactivate the security Guns, that will help clear the POC of aliens but only alittle

"Ok budy lead the way."

The man gets a thought" Al he speaks to the battle aid you got mines in this thing?

"Yes sir"

"Get some to detonate whe those things get close to em."

"Yes sir"

The man then began placing mines, every 100 yards ,on the wall.

OOC these mines are 1 by 1 inch disks

OOC:i wouldn't suggest that, the POC is already been bombed at LEAST once, i don't think it can take much more before a section or 2 collapes, there are 40 Sectors, and their HUGE, about 1 KM each.

The mechanic leads him to a old enginerring station

mechanic:this will take a minute, just keep the aliens off my back beacuse once this goes on the hive will fully awaken and they will try to stop us from setting the Targetoing scanners properly,

bump so this won't die of bloodloss :lol:

OOC: The marines are recuperating (aka: I'm doing homework) If something happens, they can be called on, and I'll hop back in. Otherwise, they're rejuving and concocting a plan.

hisar calls his second in command and the Project leader

hisar:these marines MUST be disposed of, they might find out WHAT we are doing here


Jusa Kioab (second in command of Security): i agree sir, i can send a poison as in their rooms

Hisar:no that's too ovious, let's tell them that our Comm array is knocked out and we need their Technition to help repair the link

Project Leader Eisenburg:that will wor, i shall continue my work in Pod 3 where they ill not go, for they are in pod 2.

"Hey, Crimond, Kawalski, Nevins, let's get topside. They need a commo array online. That would explain why we can't transmit with them from the Revis."

Kawalski kicked back in his chair. "Damn interface is busted on the Pulse Ammo! They're using different Pulse Tech, and I can't get it to work, so I jimmied a power converter to recharge some old cells."

Nevins checked his gear and stood. "Let's roll, boys."

Crimond, however, had his face buried in a console. "Okay, room's clean." He pulled a listening device from the console. "I say we jack some of their eggs."

"What?" Hathoway exclaimed. "And violate relations with a group we don't even know? No, that's just not cool."

Crimond shrugged. "Hell, that Hisar guy's a prick. My guess is, they're doing something dirty here, so why not just jack some and leave."

"Because we're MARINES!"

Crimond sneered. "You are. I'm proud to say I'm only detatched with you patriotic jarheads. You listen, and listen good. This room WAS bugged." He held up a deactivated microphone. "The base is fubar. Hisar is screwing the pooch. The aliens are messing up his rythm. The chain of command is broken. The soldiers are unknowing dupes, and so are we. We should bug out now."

Nevins glanced over, staring at the Intel specialist. "What reasoning did you use."

Crimond smiled. "Common sense and psyonics training. Okay, look: this base is in BFE; it's overrun with aliens without any real cognitive abilities but great attack mentality, all which came from one egg; the soldiers are panicking, they want to leave, but Hisar is intent on finishing his research; the comms tower is down."

Kawalski spat, cleaning his gun, "No prob, stuff happens in combat."

Crimond rolled his eyes. "With these mindless beasts? No... comms towers only fail against intelligent foes. Either these aliens are smarter than we've seen, or Hisar's playing more games than we know." He paused, holstering his special issue pistol, "I wouldn't be surprised if his own government doesn't know everything here."

Hathoway grimaced. The spook's reasoning made sense. "Alright, people. Don't do anything stupid towards our hosts, but stay alert."

OOC: Practice time. Don't off my soldiers until I check back in, please? :roll:

Hisar looks at the Egg amber with mixed facination and horror

Hisar:sargent?

Sargent Leed:yes sir?


hisar: Doctor Eisenburg want's all the Eggs transported to a Dropship adn off this planet and at base LX-104

Sargent Leed:yes sir!

hisar:and how are our uninvited guests?


Sargent Leed:i think they are getting suspicous sir, we should exterminate them as soon as we can

Hisar:that is unadvisable, their leaders no fool, after they are gone i want you to contact Grand Admerial Mosc and tell him that the Projects having difficulty and needs more Troopers, and tell m ALSO that we need more eggs

Sargent Leed:yes sir, and the POC?

Hisar:activate the Anti-insergent protocals to whip them out

"You got it." As the man began laying down the small mines more memories came flashing back into his head. Of dead commrads enemies and even more dead of these alians that he killed somewere else. Al told he put down 50 more small mines spread our evenly around the entrence of the room.

Suddenly red alarms start to flash


Mechanic:THEY HAVE ACTIVATED THE ANTI-INSERGENT PROGRAM! the POC shall be flooded with a poison gas and it will kill the aliens, and us!

As the marines rode the elevator towards the surface dish, they heard the alarms ringing in the background. Hathoway toggled his comm unit. "Um, TSD Command, what's the alarm for?"

TSD Comm officer:i am sorry but the CEO is unavailible right now, we are activating a counter-insergent program, don't be alarmed it's only for the POC.

"Roger that. We're going topside, so keep your counter-insugency zeal under control, please." Hathoway closed the channel.

On the squad only channel, Crimond laughed. "They had a counter-insugency program... and they didn't run it before. Sir, this reeks. I've done similar operations. It's either gas, nano swarms, commandoes, or a bomb. My guess is bomb or gas. Either way, they're cleaning up their mess..."

"Right." Hathoway acknowledged. The Marines prepared to go topside. Hathoway opened his frequency. "All right, Marines. Once we hit surface, the aliens may attack. Be ready for anything..."

Comm officer:sir? i just recived word that Colonel Rykov and his men are approching the Planet, they shal drop Troopers within the hour

Hiar:excellent, inform all security that they are not to bother the marines but release some facehuggers near the Antenna,

The topside doors broke open, and the light spilled in. The Marines popped up on the surface. Crimond bent over the commo dish. "All right, lets check this dish." He popped the plate off of the surface and began to run a schematics check on the wiring.

Meanwhile...

"Sir?" the operator looked up from his console onboard the Revis. "We've got a large troop transport approaching the planet. It's flying TSD colors. Looks like the cavalry's here."

Doman nodded. "We're still in static jump. They can't see us, and let's keep it that way. Okay, men, now that the locals are here, we're no longer needed. We can go back to observing and monitoring from the shadows."

The officer nodded. "I'll send a tight beam transmission to Hathoway. We can pull them out after they've helped repair the commo."

Back on the surface...

"Er, this is Nevins. I've got alien sigs all over the channels."

Hisar:they have been release?

hiar:yes sir, the Facehuggers are now cloasing rapidly on those pesky marines.

Hisar:i see that my old friend Rykov is comming, inform him that ther are aliens near the dish so don't go there

Hiar:he already knows

Hathoway ducked back, firing his RS-12. He was yelling on his LOS transmission, "We're under alien attack, and watch it, our allies may not be friendly. Stay cloaked on approach, then lets scoot! We're gonna try to fix their dish first, but-"

Crimond swore. "Forget it. The dish was cut! The goddamn wires were cut! We've been set! Get us the hell outta dodge!" He jumped back from the console, pulling his ASG Riot Gun. The gun belched fire, and the hordes fell back.

Kawalski let out a battle cry as he hosed fire across the swarm. "Die! Die! Die!" He strobed fire across the surface.

Nevin was hosing his flamethrower on the mass, letting them burn in droves. But still they came, rushing the Marines.

"HURRY!" Hathoway yelled on his radio.

The horde overran Nevin. The fire stayed for a few moments, then went out with a scream on the unit channel. He vanished into the alien swarm, then rose, on of the creatures clinging to his face through his broken visor. He turned on Hathoway, firing his flamethrower. Hathoway jumped back as the flames licked at his armor. He fired his railgun, and Nevin was thrown back, the bolt shredding his chest. The body detonated from the hydraulic shock before it could land, and the whirling chunks decorated the roof.

Crimond was pissed. The intel agent did not like being duped, especially on an aide mission. He yelled to Kawalski. "Hey, I think the pod's beneath our feet! Why don't you give 'em a gift!"

The heavy weapons man grinned and pointed his Pulse Gun at the elevator door and fired. The plasma bolts shredded the metal, and the elevator was exposed. The swarm flowed across it, and Crimond hit the "elevator down" button. He shot the shaft cammera and toggle over to the TSD frequency. "This is Crimond! We're under attack and falling back in the elevator! Please assist!" He closed the channel. "Screw 'em!"

The swarm was overrunning their positions. Hathoway's rifle clicked empty.

Hathoway froze for a second in horror as his gun ran dry. He looked for another clip, but there was none. The swarm flowed across him, knocking him flat. He struggled to pull his pistol. One of the aliens landed on his mask and raised a claw to break it. BANG! He fired the 10mm pistol into it from below. Firing, he rose from the morass, discharging shells into the aliens about him. Another wave threw him back under.

Kawalski spun in a slow circle, raining fire on everything around him. There was an island of nothing in the sea of aliens, kept sanctified by the sprays of plasma. He chewed through the creatures almost without thought, simply relying on reactions and emotions to get through the insanity.

Crimond had climbed the dish, and was calmly and rationally firing down from the top, picking each shot with cold precision. Above them, there was a roar, and the Revis dropped cloak, its engines running at hover. It dropped climbing ropes from its side. Crimond fired near Hathoway's last position, letting the white blast of the RS-12 signal salvation. The LT lunged from the horde, grabbed the rope. Kawalski grabbed another, and Crimmond caught a third.

The side turrets of the Revis fired, blasting the aliens to atoms. Crimond pulled himself in, as did Kawalski, and the crewers hoisted Hathoway aboard, shooting the aliens off of him. The doors slammed closed, and the ship recloaked and roared skyward.

Hathoway lay on the deck of the Revis, bleeding from multiple wounds. He coughed harshly, and his arm fell from his chest. Blood bubbled to his lips, and his vision glazed over. A face hugger was partially attatched to his mask. Crimond shot it clear and handed the corpse to a crewman. "Research that. It may be useful." he crouched back over his commander. Kawalski was holding the LT's hand.

"You'll be okay, boss!" the corporal declared.

Hathoway coughed again. "We'll see... Good work back there, boys." his breath hissed clear of his chest.

"Sir?" Crimond asked.

"Yeah..." the LT wheezed and coughed.

"I didn't mean what I said about the Marines. I am proud to have served with you, sir. Thank you for getting us out."

"Yeah, boss. We made it! We made it!" Kawalski was almost crying.

Hathoway smiled a little. "No problem." he coughed harshly and grimaced. "You boys take care of yourselves. Semper fi..." the Lieutenant died on the floor.

Crimond placed his hand on Kawalski's shoulder. "This isn't over yet. The TSD will PAY for their crime."

The soldier looked up at the spook. "How? We can't get involved in other nation's business."

Crimond's mouth turned into a bitter parody of a smile. "We already are. They'll rue the day they heard the word Marines... I'll make sure of it... semper fi."

OOC: Good play.

In orbit 3 TSD Victory StarDestroyers launch Dropships filled with troopers

on the Planet the marines turn around to see 3 Dropships with their weapons armed and under them is 300 TSD troopers


TSD commander(in dropship):SURRENDER MARINES AND THROW DOWN ALL YOUR EQUIPMENT AND WEAPONS!

Suddenly red alarms start to flash


Mechanic:THEY HAVE ACTIVATED THE ANTI-INSERGENT PROGRAM! the POC shall be flooded with a poison gas and it will kill the aliens, and us!

"Any way for us to stop it?"

OOC: aahh... Trasa? They're gone.

OOC:oh, anyway's bac to the POC

mechanic:there isn't a way to stop it, we gotta get out of this building before the time is up

"Shit, lets run for it then."

The mechanic tells him the way out

Mechanic:i am not going with you, i just recived a message taht i have to prepare for POC moving, we are relocating to another starsystem, run while you can, while i am in this room i am sheilded from the Gas and Space.

err...bumpy

All right then I'm gone. good luck