NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is my first hosted RP (yeah!), so please bear with me. If you did not see it on the sign-up thread, AVP has an R rating. It will get very gory and there will be cursing later on in the RP. It is also closed; I’ve had a sign-up thread for over a month, so please don’t send any TGs to me asking me if you can join. I should make a note. The action won’t start out right away. I would like to have everyone put in a few post before the fun gets started with a hug. Only those on the list in the sign-up thread can RP.

Assington
Tarlachia
Valient
Five Civilized Nations
Mercenary Soldiers
Squornshelous
Dronios
AmandatheGreat
Archaic Slang Words
Imitora
Outer Heaven Mk II


http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=6572558#post6572558

IC:

Dropship on final approach to colony on LV-467

The boy was only about ten years old; his big brown eyes took in all of the craft’s detail. He sat on a bench next to his mother and father; a dozen other people were also seated, ready to get off of the ship after it touched down. They had come to relive some of the workers and some brought their wives and children. The boy noticed one person sitting in a corner, his arms crossed and his helmet over his eyes.

The man was about 6’1 and clad in United States Marine Corps fatigues and armor. The man bore no signs of ranks, and the kid couldn’t see any detail of his face. When the boy had come out of cryo sleep on the Odysseus he had only seen the man’s back and never his face.
“We are about to land, stand by.” The voice of the pilot came over the intercom. The man rose and shifted his armor. He walked forward and talked with the pilot before taking his seat again. The marine noticed the boy watching him and he smiled at the youth.
“What’s your name son?” He asked. His voice was deep, somewhat scratchy, but clear. He also had a slight southern accent, the boy guess the man was from Virginia, at any rate he could tell from the man’s voice he wasn’t from the deep south.
“Charlie.” The youth said in a shy voice. “Yours?”
“Alan, best buckle your seatbelt lad. It’ll be a hard hit.” There was a soft hum and the landing struts came out from the belly of the craft, the Dropship hit the tarmac. The forward ramp opened and everyone grabbed their things and left. Alan picked up his standard issue Pulse Rife and his suitcase before he climbed out. Alan looked around from the top of the ramp. The tarmac was surrounded by a wall with towers equipped with various instruments and sentry guns. In front of him was a door leading to the colony, to his left was a massive blast door to the APC/Dropship hanger. He sighed, and climbed off the Dropship.

A small wiry man stood in front of a group of people as he looked at the faces of the people coming out of the ship. The only marine was the last out. When the marine exited about another dozen people climbed on to start the four week journey back to earth.
“Captain Crawford?” He said as he walked forward.
“Yes and who are you?” Alan asked.
“Todd Stone.” He said. “I’m supposed to get you settled. Captain Moose is about to get on the ship if you want to talk to him.”
“He isn’t even giving his men a farewell address?”
“No sir.”
“Fine, I want all Marine and Weyland Yutani Security personal to get to the APC/ Dropship hanger in…15 minutes. I’ll introduce myself then go and meet the scientist.”
“15 minutes? Sir, could you make that a few minutes more? To give everyone time to get there? I mean is a very large colony, it’s the second largest...” Todd said.
“15 minutes is enough time. As I recall, I’m in charge.” Alan said calmly.

Todd took Alan’s things except for his rifle, nodded and moved to the main entrance door. Alan slung his rifle around his shoulder and adjusted his pistol belt. He moved to a large blast door marked with the yellow WY of Weyland-Yutani. He punched in a series of numbers and the doors parted with a hiss. He walked in and the doors closed. Two Dropships and three APCs sat in their assigned places. He counted around a dozen or so mechanics working on the vehicles. Todd’s voice came over the intercom:

All Marine and Weyland-Yutani security personal please report to hanger. Set sensors to automatic.

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OOC: This is the RP Thread, everyone who isn't involed, please put your post on the Sign-up thread which will now serve as an OOC AVP thread.

Red Opticon Laboratory
Location: Classified
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“Ok boys, here’s the deal. We’re almost near completion of this project. I want you to be on your guard, for this last set of tests will be done while the creature is conscious. Go in, armed and please…come out alive in one piece.”

“Yes sir.” replied the two doctors standing in front of the boss, Dr. Robert Clanio. Both were handed semi-automatic machine guns and combat knives. Following this, they were each directed to a table upon which sat several clipboards and an assortment of objects necessary to complete the tests. Ten minutes later all three men were standing at the entrance to the double reinforced titanium-steel doors that separated them from Observation Room #3.

“Here we go. Matt, start the tape.” commanded the doctor, listening as the tape began to whir almost silently. Their guns rose up slightly and fixated upon the doors as Dr. Clanio turned to the control room and looked at Susie, a 3rd year intern from the University of Tarlachia. “Open the doors, Suz.”

A slight nod came from the woman as she lifted the lid to the door controls and pushed the red button surrounded by warning labels. Instantly, red lights came on and began flashing as the first set of doors opened and allowed the three men to enter. Moments later the hydraulic clicking of the locks indicated that the doors were sealed once again, keeping the men sealed in the containment chamber. A few seconds thereafter, the sound of the hydraulic locks on the second set of doors was heard opening.

“Today is August 3, 2036. Tests numbers 345 through 360, the final stage of the tests being completed upon Experiment number 232. Time is 14:06 pm Eastern Standard Time. Subject is conscious for the first time during these tests.”

Clanio nodded as Matt rattled off the test stats before scanning the large holding bay before them. There was very few objects situated bolted to the floor that sat around the room, all of them there as a means of allowing 232 learn to blend to various objects and surroundings. Up to this point in time, 232 had excelled and surpassed the expectations of its human masters. 232 was the diamond in the rough that had been cultivated and nurtured from young age to the fully grown menace that it had become.

“There, by the ‘forest’.” reported Clanio as he slightly adjusted his specialized goggles and approached the creature with the two other men in tow. Matt raised his tranquilizer gun, fitted with a syringe that would knock the creature unconscious if things got out of hand.

“Suz, initiate the drones.”

Moments later openings in the wall allowed the passing of a number of machine versions of the dreadful enemy of mankind, Aliens.

“And…begin.”

The room erupted in a series of horrifying and blood-curdling screams, the screams of Aliens, as the drones advanced from different directions in a menacing way toward 232.

With a flash of movement and incredible ability to remain inconspicuous in the rapidly changing environment below the creature, 232 swiftly and viciously ripped through the various drones, ripping out the innards and tearing off the heads of the drones as it continued its horrific hunt.

The room fell completely silent as the drones sat devastated and useless.

“Uh…where the hell is it?” asked one of the subjugate doctors as he turned quickly about, trying to find the creature. 232 was nowhere to be found. The guns spun about in each of the men’s hands as their clipboards dropped to the floor, clattering noisily.

Suddenly Dr. Clanio felt the bone chilling drip of the creature’s spittle land on his trigger hand. The liquid burned slightly, for the creature’s spit was acidic, enough to eventually eat right through his hand. He cursed as he wiped his hand on his lab coat and backed away, staring upwards toward the ceiling. 232’s face, suddenly revealed by the creature’s own will snarled at him with bloodthirsty eyes.

“Oh…shit…” was all that emitted from the doctor as he suddenly began to run toward the door. “Suz! Open the fuckin’ door now!!” he cried as he raced forward. The doors sounded open as he ran into the containment chamber and stared back inward, only to find one of the others already torn to pieces and the other frozen still as he visibly wet his pants, the gun shaking incredibly in his hands as 232 advanced toward him at ground level. A sudden swift slash ripped the man’s head clean off his shoulders, toppling the dead body downward.

“Oh my God!” cried the man as he watched the creature turned toward him and begin running at full speed. “Susie! Close the doors! Close the—“

He never finished the sentence as he felt the creature’s breath on his face, its own face merely inches from his. He went completely pale. The interior doors closed behind the creature, sealing the two within the containment chamber.

“Doctor Clanio? Are you ok?” came the worried voice of the intern as she stood there at the controls unsure of what to do. “Doctor? I’m opening the first doors right now!”

Clanio began to scream negatively at her words, but it was too late, for the doors began to open. The creature killed him right then and there and quickly moved out of the chamber and stood in the darkened, red-lit room. Susie’s eyes went wide as it looked at her and snarled. It knew what her purpose in that room was, and it hated her for it, hated her with all its being…

USMC Corporal Zach Hunter stopped in midstride as he heard the intercom announcement. After listening to it, he turned to the two marines walking behind him. "That's us guys, looks like something big is happening." The three marines turned and jogged down a corridor towards the hangar. As he ran, hundreds of thoughts ran through Zach's head. Maybe there was some truth to the rumors of a change in command, but was it important enough to call in everybody? There had to be something more to this than just an assembly. Hopefully, he concluded mentally, the new commander would be less chickens**t than the unlikable Captain "Bull" Moose.

Alan watched as the Marines in their green and the WY security in greys and blues walked in and formed up. He walked around them and stood on a platform and looked them over. Many of the marines smiled as they saw him, he had served with many of them before.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." He started, also addressing the women who were in both groups. "I'm Captian Alan Crawford and I'll be taking over the head of the security detail here on LV-467. I want this unit to run soomthly, you work with me I work with you. Lets get this show on the road."
He climbed down and walked over to the marines. Though he bore a face of warm friendliness, everyone knew he wasn't one to walk on. He stopped in front of a dropship piolet.
"Hello Gomez." he said the woman
"Captain, I need to talk to you about the dropships later." She said.
"Fine, my office in and hour." He saluted her as he moved down the line. His warm face turned to cold when he turned to the WY security. He stopped at the last one in line.
"Stillwater." he mumbled. He walked up to the man and looked him over. "Still playing soldier Sargent?"

232 was now in the transport bay of the facility. A trail of blood and carnage had been his only evidence of his passing. Dark eyes scanned the outer hulls of the two ships sitting in dry-dock, one fully repaired, but not moved yet, and the other still in repair. 232 made his way stealthily to the aforementioned ship and in moments had entered. A few minutes later, the roar of the fusion engines could be heard, but no one was around to watch the predator eventually take off into the cloudy skies and into space.

Because they were all dead.

232 didn't know where he wanted to go, except away from that planet. A pounding upon the console resulted in the feminine voice declaring:

Course set for LV-467. Prepare for hyperspace entrance.

A confused sound uttered from 232 as he tried to understand what the hell he had done...

Alan watched as the Marines in their green and the WY security in greys and blues walked in and formed up. He walked around them and stood on a platform and looked them over. Many of the marines smiled as they saw him, he had served with many of them before.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." He started, also addressing the women who were in both groups. "I'm Captian Alan Crawford and I'll be taking over the head of the security detail here on LV-467. I want this unit to run soomthly, you work with me I work with you. Lets get this show on the road."
He climbed down and walked over to the marines. Though he bore a face of warm friendliness, everyone knew he wasn't one to walk on. He stopped in front of a dropship piolet.
"Hello Gomez." he said the woman
"Captain, I need to talk to you about the dropships later." She said.
"Fine, my office in and hour." He saluted her as he moved down the line. His warm face turned to cold when he turned to the WY security. He stopped at the last one in line.
"Stillwater." he mumbled. He walked up to the man and looked him over. "Still playing soldier Sargent?"

The mercenary narrowed his eyes...

"Who's playin'..."

Stillwater's voice was emotionless. His reply was not a question, but a statement...

"What about you... Still trainin' those yellow motherfuckers who are unfit to be called marines? An' it's " Cheif Security Advisor" Stillwater now... Get used to it."

Stillwater waved a quick handsignal, telling his assembled mercenaries & security personnel to return to their assigned posts...

"Later, Crawford..."

The merc followed his troops out. He'd known about Crawford's arrival for some time now, but he hadn't looked forward to it...

Crawford stared at the man as he left.
"Jakob." He said to a sniper he had known from a preivous assignment. The man walked up to him. "You're a good shot, make me a happy man." Jakob raise his sniper rifle and aimed between Stillwater's shoulders.
"Bang." the sniper said loud enough for the marines, but quietly enough Stillwater couldn't hear. The enitre marine company started laughing and Crawford slapped the sniper on his back.
"Fall back Jakob."
"Sir?" a man walked up behind Crawford and handed him a pieace of paper. Crawford read it and dismissed the man.
Crawford once again stood in front of his men. "Is there a Corporal Zach Hunter here or is he in sick bay?"

OOC: Sorry I didn't get back in the sign-up thread about what I am. I am going to have my character be a human. No, special traits, just an human with intelligence. She will be a nurse specialized in emergency and intensive critical care. She can be killed off or the aliens or preditors may use her as bait or what not. Let me know before I post. Thanks.

OOC: Thats fine. The station where you might have her start out is the Med lab which connects to the science lab. You can decide when or if she dies.

OOC: ATG, you can facehug me anytime ;)

IC:

Jonathan Adams sighed as the message came over the intercom.

All Marine and Weyland-Yutani security personal please report to hanger. Set sensors to automatic.

That meant that the new head of security had finally shipped in.

The 45-year-old Adams didn't like it when new guys came into LV-467. That meant that he had to go over the same old routines.

Heads of security especially annoyed him. He had a job to do, and too often someone would forget their place and try and snoop around his operation.

Thugs. Glorified thugs was all they were. He grunted. Ya, sure, officially, he was the Head Researcher into space colonization for Weyland-Yutani.

BUt of course, jobs like his demanded... falsities once in awhile, right?

Somewhere in the corridors behind him, Adams could hear a scream, muffled just enough that it sounded like a squeak.

Of course, not even Weyland even knew the truth about what he was doing. But all would come out in due time. Things had to come first.

Like meeting the head of security, and getting him into line.

Some guy named... Crawford. Now why did that name sound familiar...

Crawford stared at the man as he left.
"Jakob." He said to a sniper he had known from a preivous assignment. The man walked up to him. "You're a good shot, make me a happy man." Jakob raise his sniper rifle and aimed between Stillwater's shoulders.
"Bang." the sniper said loud enough for the marines, but quietly enough Stillwater couldn't hear. The enitre marine company started laughing and Crawford slapped the sniper on his back.
"Fall back Jakob."
"Sir?" a man walked up behind Crawford and handed him a pieace of paper. Crawford read it and dismissed the man.
Crawford once again stood in front of his men. "Is there a Corporal Zach Hunter here or is he in sick bay?"

Zach's stomach did a couple of backflips as he drew in a deep breath. He knew the importance of a good first impression, and fought to quiet his thoughts. Zach stepped forward from the ranks and saluted. "I'm Corporal Hunter Sir." "That went okay," he thought, "I wonder what this is about."

Alan walked up to Zach and looked him over. He smiled.
"Relax son. You name popped up in my mind after I got this note from the science dept. I want you to take two of your men to a cave three miles north of here, it appears one of the scientist went out earlier and marked it with a beacon. Problem is, radio communication is bad, so you might be out of touch with us.
"Your mission is simple, explore deep into the cave, see where it goes and if there is anything interesting there. I know it sound assnine, but you and the two men you pick get a few hours off. If anything happens at all, don't be a hero, lay down a surpressive field of fire and get the hell out of Dodge. Sign out one of the 4x4s. APCs are too big to fit where you're going. You have to move on foot through most of the cave. Pick your men and move out." Alan stepped back. "DISMISSED!"
While Zach went to get his patrol Alan turned to head to the Science Lab.

Deep, slightly more than a half-mile into the center of the cave was a massive open space. The multiple paths leading to it were not lined with rock, but an old reisen looking substance. In the center of the space, an oval shaped thing sat, an egg, above hundreds of others. The others were grey, brittle, and many decayed to nothingness. This egg, black and menancing sat, as though time never touched it. Something inside the egg twitched.

There was the call of the shrill flight attendent's voice ringing in Char's ears. Char stretched her arms and opened her eyes. Still in the airplane. How long had see been in here, she looked at her watch on her left wrist. The watch read three minutes after four in the morning. How would she be even energenic for this assignment when she was dead tired.

What did that FA say, anyway? Once again came that nerve twitching voice, "Attention passengers we are now in the processing of preparing to land. Remain buckled in and be ready for a few bumps. After we land, gather your carry on items and wait for another FA to assist you out. Also, have you personalized ID and code ready. Thank you." A loud beep followed and then again silence.

Char looked about the interior, there was only a few people in the airplane. She hadn't conversed with any of them, they were not allowed to take about their assignments on the plane for fear of leakage. Char didn't mind, she liked to keep to herself about important matters, but now I have to work with others, hopefully they will see things her way. Char has just recently been working in ER and ICU at her hometown hospital. She quickly reached management, but continued to do cares as a nurse. She has only been out of school for two years.

Char pulled out her ID badge. I feel so much older than that. Her picture was exactly her, but she had been through so much. Her light caramel hair was short and layered to flip out in many directions. Several strands few over and into her deep brown eyes. Her button nose rested above her pale red full lips that were perfectly in her unique smile; no one seemed to resist that smile, even if she had to give a male a foley catheter. Her ID read Char M. Diaz. RN, MSN. ER and ICU specialist.

Char clipped the ID to her suit jacket. Her jacket was a solid dark blue. Under it she wore a pale baby blue blouse. The blouse was tight and buttoned down. The first few buttons were unbuttoned, she didn't like to be too conservative. Her jacket fell an inch below her hips and her matching blue skirt was about five inches above her knees. She wore matching blue stilletto heels. Her carry on was her briefcase, containing information on this project and what her job would be entitled to be.

"Miss Char Diaz?"

"Yes?" A yawn followed.

"Miss, would you please follow me. Do not worry about your other luggage, we are going to set them up in your room and send your extra materials to the infirmary, next to the lab."

"Uhh...yes." Char stretched as she stood up and followed the young FA out the door. She was met by a soldier in an uniform not familar to her. He looked her up and down, he didn't seem to mind that she knew.

He grumbled, "Code."

She smiled politely, boy would I like to show him, "1303."

He shuffled through an abundant amount of papers. Then he found it. "Step closer please."

"What, " with a hesitant voice?

"Step closer," a roll of eyes, "I need to see you ID." A smile came across his face and she blushed. He practically could touch his nose to her chest. "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem." You are so lucky I would lose my job if I attacked you. He handed her the paper and asked, "Need help finding your way?"

"No, I can handle. Thanks though." Wouldn't want you following me, creep.

She followed his precise directions and found her way into the infirmary. She was alone right now. She set her things up and was surprised no one had come to give her further direction. She made her way over to the Science Laboratory.

She swiped her ID card through and walked into the room.

"Hello? I am Char, I am the new critical care nurse here. I just wanted to introduce myself to those I would be meeting."

As Adams waited for the new head of security to show up, he busied himself looking over the new personnel sheets.

It had taken him years of undertaking, years of conniving, back-scratching and outright bribing to get all of the materials - organic and otherwise - out on his outpost. And now that the final group of personnel had arrived, he could finally begin his masterwork.

A... pity that the personnel still didn't know the true purpose of why they were on LV-467, or as he lovingly called it, Nightside.

Why nightside? Because no matter where you went on LV-467, it was always dark, and mysterious.

And possible deadly.

Suddenly, an orderly burst in on his reverie.

"Sir, there is a nurse out here."

Adams frowned. He looked down the chart of names until one popped out:

Char M. Diaz. RN, MSN. ER and ICU specialist.

He nodded. "I will see her now."

The orderly dissapeared, replaced by a beautiful woman in a quite short skirt.

Adams could not help but stare at her... ample bosom.

"Err, ahem... Hello, Ms. Diaz. Welcome to Nightside."

Alan walked down the halls, passing dozens of people shuffling things back and forth. He would smile as he passed his marines and cast a dissproving glance at Stillwater's mercenaries. His gut told him somthing wasn't right. Many of the space colonization reasearch was done on planets closer to Earth or the moon. But, maybe "The Company" was trying something different. And maybe I'll sprout wings and fly around the world.

Alan knew of Weyland-Yutani's obbsession with getting thier hands on a Xenomorph. It had fail countless times, and cost hundreds of lives. He also heard rumours of another kind of alien W-Y was trying to get thier hands on. A hunter, a creature that hunts for sport. He never belived the rumours till he saw security pictures from an Army Base on LV-113. It was just a blur, several bullets struck the thing, and green blood spewed out.

He doubted "the Company" would be trying to get a xenomorph here. The planet was dead as far as he could see. It was uninhabitable till the atmostphics processors were put in, the last one still standing stood 50 miles southwest of the main complex.

He went down a flight of stairs and was greeted by a pair of W-Y security men armed with Pulse Rifles guarding the door. He punched in his code and swiped his card, the doors hissed open and Alan entered, standing out from the men and women dressed in white, compared to his green armour.

232 watched as the ship clicked and displayed the various planets that were passed in hyperdrive. The list just grew at a moderate pace. Finally, an alarm and beeping noise could be heard as the ship neared LV-467. With a growl, 232 pushed another button, next to the one he had finally determined to have set him into hyperspace initially. Almost immediately the wormhole outside the ship exploded into the deep black of space.

LV-467, coordinates 4:564:126, situated 49,356 miles on port side. Do you wish to contact LV-467 authorities?

232 pushed the negative button.

Please wait while planet geology is ascertained...... Atmosphere, suitable living conditions, atmospheric pressure within acceptable range, water content 74% on planet surf--

The computer's detailed planetary report was suddenly cut off as a massive explosion was heard and felt as it rocked the ship.

Warning! Fusion engine number 5 no longer in service! came the voice once again as emergency procedures were begun.

232 roared in anger at the overheated engine. Suddenly the voice spoke once again: Warning! Interplanetary ship is trapped in planetary gravity swing. Recommendation: activate engines and pull to beyond 55,000 miles from LV-467.

232 growled again as he tried to follow the instructions. However, the explosions had knocked all but the most important electronic systems off-line. The ship was a sitting duck to the immense pull of LV-467's gravity...
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LV-467; surface, 43 miles west of nearest city

The air reverbrated with the frictious noise and speed of 232's ship as it plummeted through the atmosphere, burning and spinning horizontially in a death spiral. Moments later it plunged into the planet, sending huge clouds of dust and smoke into the evening sky. Shock waves echoed strongly in all directions. It would be clearly advertised that an extraterresrial vehicle had arrived.

A hissing noise could be heard as the door slid open with difficulty. 232 stumbled out, slightly bleeding but still in decent shape. 232 knew he needed to get away from the ship. Someone would be curious as to the nature of the explosive crash and shock waves...

232 stared out at the horizon, seeing a very desert-like environment, sparsely populated with trees. With a low grunt, 232 began to move as quickly as it could away from the ship...

Char smiled at him. So, this must be the infamous Jonathan Adams. "Jonathon Adams, I presume. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am anxious to be here on both senses. I am out of my environment, but hopefully I shall adjust at my normal quick rate." She paused and looked about the room, "Nightside? I assume because of the decor of the building. How nice."

She opened her briefcase and shuffled through to pull out several pieces of paper. She handed them to Adams. "This here are my qualifications and what I am able to do for the soldiers here. I have already started compiling H and Ps on some of them from their previous encounters with your physicians. I, however, will need to do assessments on the new recruits. I had e-mailed the last nurse in charge, but I did not receive anything back inreturn. So, here, " she hands him a booklet, "is a list of all the men and women I need to see and have at least a quick assessment on."

Char's brow furrowed, "I also searched for a list of medications that any of the soldiers were on and that I needed to administer, but I have not found any. Plus, have these people been screened for various diseases, especially communicable and if they all been vaccinated?"

Char smiled at Adams, "I do apologize for asking all this questions, but I haven't found anyone in my field yet. Maybe we should talk about this at a later time. Dinner? Well, I really want to get started on this and prepare myself for the unexpected." A laugh escaped and echoed throughout the room. "Plus, the assessments will take some time. What do you suggest we do?"

At the radar station Cpl. Scott looked at the screen, something had landed. He typed in a quick series of commands and he got the coordinates . He pressed the intercom.
"Captian Crawford, are you there?"

Alan looked around the science lab for an intercom.
"Go ahead." He said.
"I picked up a craft landing 43 miles away sir. A few miles away from the atomposhic processing station."
"Alright, keep me updated. Flight Officer Gomez come in."
"Here sir." She said, she was overseeing her dropship repairs.
"Get your dropship out to where radar says a ship crashed."
"Yes boss, one dropship works though. One is being cannibilized, one is in desperate need of repair, mine.... Our life support doesn't work. So we can't into space and meet with a ship."
"Fuck. Take the working one Gomez. Is it armed?"
"35mm Vulcan and several missiles."
"Go now."

Gomez and her navigator climbed into the ship. It was pulled out to the tarmac by a working APC and there it took off.
"Flight time Fischer."
"17 minutes Gomez."
"Roger that." The dropship continued to where 232 had landed.

Alan cursed softly, it appeared Moose hadn't done jackshit in repairs of the Dropships. He turned to a scientist.
"Where is Doctor Adams?"
"In there sir."
"Thanks." Alan walked to Johnothan's office, wondering why he wanted a cave investigated and what Gomez would find out there. He wondered how Cpl. Hunter and his patrol were doing.

Zach rolled his eyes as he and two privates from his squad rolled out of the main garage. "Don't worry son, I'm sending you on a patrol into a cave we found," his voice dripped with sarcasm. "This shit has "bug hunt" stamped all over it," complained Joe Hanson, a private in his fifth year with the marines. "I know man, I know, but what am I supposed to do? We're grunts, we follow orders and get killed." The 4x4 rumbled northward over the uneven ridges of LV467, following a faint blip on the RDF screen.

As they closed in on the beacon, a nervous silence fell over the jeep. "Whatever you do, just don't go running of by yourself," Zach advised his men. "We stay alert, we stay together and we stay alive." "Sounds like a plan to me," said Sammy Atkins, the other private accompanying Hunter.
Zach pulled up to a stop by the side of a roughly circular opening in the side of a low ridge, it was about ten feet across. "This is it," Zach stepped cautiously inside the opening. After a few meters, the rock walls were replaced by some sort of of resin like substance. "What the hell is this crap on the walls?" Atkins snapped off a small piece of it. "It's like some kind of epoxy resin." "Who knows man," Zach's voice was low and controlled, "let's just do a sweep of the cave and get back to base."

The marines moved deeper into the cave, deep enough that the only light came from their headlamps and gun lights. Then, the tunnel abruptly ended in an open cave that could have been miles across. It was hard to see the bottom or opposite walls because of the thin mist that hovered above the ground. As Zach stared across the cavern, he noticed that the floors were covered by hundreds of oval objects. They seemed like eggs, but there was no feeling of life in them. Even through the mist, he could see that they were grey and withered, obviously dead for many years, perhaps even decades. He jumped down into the mist turned and kicked the nearest egg. It slowly fell onto it's side, trailing roots along the floor. "Dead as a colonist in a firefight."
The three marines began walking through the labyrinth of eggs. "I figure if we look around this cave that counts as a full sweep," said Sammy. "Yeah, that should be fine." Even though the eggs were dead, there was a feeling of uneasiness in the air. As they neared the center of the cave, Zach noticed one egg sittinng on a sort of raised platform. "Hey, look at this one over here, I think it might still be alive." Atkins climbed up onto the platform. "Dude, it's moving, it opening up or something!" Sammy's voice was high with excitement. "There's something inside, I think it's. . ." A small spidery object flew out of the egg and wrapped it's arms around Sammy's head.

232 was a few miles away when he heard the whine of engines behind him. He turned to look, and watched as a dropship swooped over and turned about to survey the crashed craft. Minutes later it landed.

232 growled slightly. He turned and mentally activated his natural camoflauge ability and slipped away into the desert, heading toward a low ridge in the distance, about five miles away.

232's eyes constantly switched from different view modes to ensure that nothing nearby was of any threat, human or Alien...

The facehugger had decteded Sammy. The egg opened and when the marine had looked in he only saw the arms fly out and wrap around his face, the long tail curving around his neck, securing it to the man's head. The man wailed and tried to pull the creature off, the facehugger made the tail tighter around the man's neck, Sammy fell to the ground. Only when the Alien had layed the tiny chestburster in the man's chest would it let go. When the lights fell on it, it wasn't the pale, fleshy look of the others. This facehugger was all black, and larger than the others, a superfacehugger. The marines didn't know that it was planting an Alien queen in thier friend.

Gomez held the HK VP70 as she walked to the ship. Fischer held a Pulse Rifle in his hands. Gomez moved to the ship, it had crashed and was busted up to much to make an identification. The opening was too small for her to get in.
"Captain Crawford?" She was meet by static.
Fischer stood on one of the massive rocks and looked across the grey/black landscape, covered with large irregual boulders. "Lets go back Gomez!" He shouted.
Both climbed back in and took off, passing over 232 but not seeing him.

"Mr. Adams? Sorry, mam' but this is important." He said to Char. "I'm Captian Crawford. Why did you want some of my men to look into a cave a few miles away? Seems pointless on this dead place."

Adams looked from Char to Crawford, and smiled.

"I understand your hesitance, Chief, but please... bear with me. EVerything I do has a purpose.

That cave has... some specimans of mine that I want to ensure the safety of. That craft that landed nearby could pose a threat to my reasearch here. I thank you for being so prompt in sending out your men."

Inside, Adams scowled. How he hated to be so nice to those beneath him.

"One last thing, Chief. Please let me know as soon as your men return. I would like to talk to them. Thank you.

Now, Ms. Char, I would love to take you up on your dinner idea. How about my quarters in one hour. We have much to discuss..."

Before Adams could finish, Crawford grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him into the wall. Adam's chair and papers flew across the room. Hate burned in Crawford's eyes. His voice came in low, meanacing.

"Listen to me you corporation fuck. Speciemens huh? They wouldn't happend to be xenomorphs now would they? If you've looked at the records of every marine and merc here, many if not all of us have faced them before. Now, they could also be those hunters or some call them Predators. If I find one open xenomorph egg, one dead facehugger, a pieace of acid corroded metal, a bit of pholrecent green blood, you and your team will be used as bait for the things you desire. You know I'm serious Adams. Now, there is a sealed door on the other end of this lab, it doesn't connect to the med lab, so what is behind it? Your scientist are hesitant when I ask what is behind there. It would be a Predator or xenomorph now would it?"
Crawford dropped the man, pushed Adams out the door and picked up his Pulse Rifle. He didn't trust the scientist. "Show me now you prick."

OOC: Val, please read the region's board.

The ridge, low and ominous in the distance earlier, now looked much larger and told of dark tales. None of this bothered 232 as it came closer. 232 spied a cave, and began to makes his way toward it when he stopped and stared at the vehicle all-terrain wheel tracks on the desert ground. Snarling, he knelt down and sifted some of the dirt into his hands and smelled it.

Only within the last day...

Standing one more, 232 looked toward the cave once more and noticed that the tracks were now replaced by footprints. Human footprints.

With stealthy movements and his cloaking activated, he moved into the cave, making each step careful and silent. Alien vision was activated, the smells of aliens, although quite faint, were identified. It was possible that there was still some Aliens alive.

And 232 loved to kill them, ripping them to shreds and denying them existence in this mortal world.

Suddenly, 232 entered a large interior cavern and halted as he saw the hundreds of ancient, decayed eggs that lay about. 232 sniffed the air, and growled silently. There was fresh scent in here. Human...and Alien. More specifically, facehugger scents.

His eyes wandered and locked upon an elevated section, with a single egg on top, broken, and still moist with the liquids. Nearby, lay a flashlight, still turned on, but slowly dying away.

Someone had become an unwilling host to none other than a superfacehugger. The rage to kill burned within 232's mind as it thought of the implications of a queen somewhere on this planet.

232 quickly left the cavern, stealing away into the waning light of the day. Whoever had been selected by the facehugger was most likely human, which further suggested that they had left the area via ground vehicle. 232 began to follow the tire tracks in the dusty desert...

What 232 didn't know was that it was now headed toward the nearest civilization: The lab base...

Oh my. Char stepped backwards a few steps. The Captain showed such aggression. "Sir, if you don't mind I will go to my room and prepare my materials."

She did not wait, but rushed out the door. She slammed the door behind her and sighed. Who would have thought so soon would she see such aggressive behavior, especially from one of high ranks. Maybe I do regret comming her. No, they need help and I will do such things.

Char slipped off her clothes and settled for a more comfortable, but still business like outfit. A fitted black pants that tappered at her ankles, revealing a small moon on her foot. She choose a soft pink sweater that had a scoop neckline. Her shoes were black dress sandles, but were flat. She pulled her hair back into a two small black pins, while the untamed strands of hair fell in her face. She rummaged through some of her boxes and pulled out several other brief-cases, these were full of past medical records from the previous health care provider. She grabbed the three cases and her own personal one with her plans and walked down the hall to were she was informed Adams quarters were. She waited outside to be let in.

Dust and rocks flew through the air as the 4x4 skidded into the garage. Maintenance crew ran to get out of the way, as the vehicle went into a skid and sideswiped a wall before squealing to a stop. The doors flew open "Get the fuck out of the way, casualty coming through." Zach was shouting at the top of his lungs, shoving anyone in his path aside. Hanson followed, dragging the unconcious Atkins, who had a blanket draped over him. The two marines sprinted through corridors, knocking over passers-by in their frantic dash to the medlab. Bursting in through the door, they hauled their comrade to the nearest bed and set him down. Zach turned to Crawford and Adams with a murderous light in his eye. "Who's bright idea was it to check out that cave?" He spoke slowly and softly. "What lobotomized company shithead is responsible for this?!" He pulled the blanket off of Atkins revealing the facehugger to the group there.

Crawford stared at the creature. The two airsacks at it's side slowly rose and fell with Atkin's chest. Sensing danger the facehugger tightened it's grip around the man's neck. He heard a hiss as the once sealed door was temoralry opened before it closed.

Inside the room, in what appeared a giant cryo tube, was a Predator. It's mask and other gear removed, spare for the computer on it's left arm and the wrist blades on it's right arm. Attempts to remove them had been unsuccesful. It's gear lay on some tables nearby, if it could get out, it would kill every one of them. It's mandabiles twitched when it saw a glimpse of the facehugger. It's yellow eyes looked at each member of Adam's team, they had inflicted pain on him, they would die. The door closed, noone saw the creature.

Several more scientist and doctors moved in. Crawford looked at each of them, all thier faces were locked in a look of morbid fasination. He turned on his helmet intercom.
"Squad 5 come in."
"Squad 5 here. Sir what is it?"
"Get to the med lab, bring some incinerators."
"It'll take us about twenty minutes."
"Fine." Atkins was as good as dead he would die painfully, if they didn't act fast. Crawford knew Adams might try to protect the Alien, that's why he needed another squad, and his enemy. Crawford lead Hunter a few feet away.
"Corp. Find Sargent Stillwater. You might know him as 'Chief Security Advisor' Stillwater, get his ass here along with some of his men. Tell him, we have a xenomorph facehugger."

Private Cameron was on tower number #4. He put the bincoulars to his eyes, nothing. One of the motion senors set outside of the massive base started beeping. Cameron looked at the screen for sensor #31, what ever it was it was moving fast. Then the blip dissapered. The fresh, eager for action marine who had great curiousity climbed down from the tower holding a personal motion tracker and his pulse rifle. He went to one of the doors leading to the outside, opened and closed it. A massive gust blew dust around him as he ventured out into the boulder strewed surrounding.

OOC: Hey Tarlachia, I was thinking maybe some 1 on 1 action between Cameron and 232 for a bit, what do ya think?

OOC: About time lol

IC:
232 froze in step as he spied the human walking from the tower, only armed with a rifle and a motion detector. The human was alone...

The thirst to kill became overwhelming. 232 broke into a blinding pace as he headed in a large circle around the prey, trying to confuse him. He would wait until the right moment to strike, when the man was filled with fear, and could only think of his fear.

But, for now, 232 would do something else first, something that would allow fear to infiltrate every being in the area with fear.

There really was nothing to fear but fear itself...

232 headed toward the base of the tower, and slipped around to the side. He spied what he was looking for and made his way toward it. Staring at the wires of the power generator, 232 began to pull out some of the wire and crossing them with different hubs. In brief time, the transfers would cause an overload and explode spectacularly.

Now for the human...

232 turned and ran at full speed once again after the human, who seemed still lost as to where 232 was. 232 came to a halt moments later, behind Cameron. Cameron could feel chills run up his spine as he realized that he wasn't alone...

Cameron turned and fired his pulse rifle but failed to hit 232. Fear began to envelope his mind as he realized that he was in danger, facing an enemy still yet unseen but the presence was known...

The motion detector beeped rapidly as it screamed in alarm of the proximity of 232...

Not too long after Char arrived, she heard footsteps from down the hall. Hoping that it would be Adams, she turned, but only saw a soldier dressed in a sharp, black uniform, with a stylized WY on his breast.

"Ms. Char? I am Agent Timmons. Professor Adams regrets that he is unable to meet you at this time, and requests that you wait inside his quarters until he arrives."

With a nod, Timmons led Char inside the fancy room.

Before all hell broke loose...

*******

"Ok... everyone OUT! Now."

The doctors and medical personnel looked at Adams strangely. They had never heard him raise his voice, nor ask them so harshly to do something.

But they looked at the Predator, and at the facehugger on the comatose marine, and knew that they were definately out of their league.

With that, they left. Fast.

Soon, all that was left in the medlab were exactly 3 men, one predator and one face-hugged marine.

Adams never liked to play the odds. Scientifically, odds never worked out for those on the low end of the ratio.

Adams never entered a situation on the low end.

"Crawford, you have no idea what you're doing. This plan has been set in motion for years. Years before even you and I even set foot on this damned rock."

Crawford looked at Adams and laughed a strange laugh. Hunter drew his sidearm and aimed it at the scientist.

"All i know is that one of my men is dying under that... THING, and I don't care about plans. The only plan I have is to shut this down."

"Sorry," said Adams. "I can't let you do that. Weyland-Yutani has too much invested for some... grunt to screw things up."

All of a sudden, a door directly behind Adams burst open, with four men, dressed in a sharp, black uniform, with a stylized WY on their breast, coming to stand directly behind the scientist with their pulse rifles trained on Crawford and Hanson.

"See, WY's taken precautions too, Crawford. These men are the Elite Guard, and are stationed here just in case things got out of hand. Like now."

Adams stepped forward.

"Now Crawford, of you and your lackey there could put your hands up, we could..."

BWOOOOOMMM

A large explosion rocked the base, shaking the buildings and plunging them into darkness.

"WHAT THE... where are the backups, dammit!"

Shortly, the blue, backup lights lit up the room.

Adams did not liek what he saw. Nor did Crawford.

Both men were seperated by falling debris from the ceiling, not only from each other, but from the predator and the face-hugged marine.

In fact, the two of them were tarpped by the debris too. Together...

There was a soft hiss as the tube that once held the Predator opened. It climbed out and replaced it' mail, which allowed it to become invisable, armour, plasma caster, net gun, spear launcher, and finally it's mask. Pressing several buttons on the computer it put on it's thermal vision and cloaked itself. The door opened, revealing four targets grabbing at the rubble. Pulling it off the trapped men. The Elite, never noticed the Predator.

"PLANS!? YOU THICK HEADED FUCK! HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF YOUR COMPANY'S GREED? HUNDREDS! Each scintist I've is like you, they think they can control these things. Well, several hours later, I find them cocconed to a wall saying "Please kill me". And the same thing will happen to you Adams." After the explosion occured Crawford found himself with Adams insde a dome of rubble. "How the fuck did that happen?"

Cameron ran left and right trying to find the elecsive Predator. He stopped, it was coming towards him. The motion tracker beeped louder as it approached. 41m, 35m, 21m, 17m...Cameron looked in front of him to see a blur. Shit! He dove out of the way before 232's wristblades cut through his face, instead cutting his right arm, blood shot out of the wound as the marine screamed. He looked horrified at the cloaked wristblades covered with his blood. For some reason he spoke.
"What are you?"

Crawford then noticed the WY men were on the other side with the facehugger. He smiled.
"Do you know what kind of facehugger lays Praetorian aliens inside people? Superfacehuggers. They can facehug three times, 1 queen and two Royal Guards. By the look on your face, you didn't know that."
The superfacehugger finished it's business on the marine, his body now lay on the floor. The monstosity crawled around the rubble, in full view of the W-Y Elite.

u guys r weird :p

Hunter was running through the corridors between medlab and the Chief Security Advisor's office when he was knocked over by the force of the explosion. Staggering to his feet, he shook his head to clear the ringing and stumbled the last few feet to the office door. Bursting in, he gasped, "Sargeant Stillwater, Crawford wants you in medlab, we got a facehugger." The Sargeant, although dazed by the explosion, leaped up, speaking into his radio immediately, summoning a squad to the medlab.
"I'll meet you there," he finished. "You, soldier, what's your name?"
"Corporal Hunter Sir."
"Come with me Hunter, we gotta move fast before all hell breaks loose."
The two marines ran back toward the medlab, with Stillwater leading the way.

OOC: I'm here and shall join in when the oppurtunity arises...

OOC: Sorry man, but you didn't sign up.

( walks down the street sticking posters to anything that with be stickabul! ) (The posters say: "SEARCH FOR THE REGION "Happy Hill" ... HAPPY HILL T-SHIRTS COMING TO A STORE NEAR U )

( Runs off as police make him leave )

Klaxons brought Stillwater's mind back to that day a long time ago...

"Aight people... Somethin's loose in the medbay..."

Stillwater slid a magazine into his pulse rifle with a definitive click...

"That means we get to clean up the mess the grunts made. Be on the lookout for a facehugger, a predator, and who the fuck knows what else... Never did like scientists... Stay frosty & make me proud."

The gathered guard personnel in the barracks nodded as they hastily moved out, leaving Stillwater & his black-armored assault team alone. It was a four man team, with a Team Leader (Stillwater), two Smartgunners, and a Flamethrower operator. Their armor was a modified version of standard USCM issue, inlaid with ceramics & coated with a glass-like shell to better resist acid. Stillwater carried a shortened Benelli M90 on his back, in addition to his staple Springfield M1911A1 & K-BAR knife...

"Move it, people... Your jobs & your lives are at stake here."

The team headed for the medbay, sweeping their floor on their way to the elevator. Security personnel secured each vent hatch, stairwell, and access tunnel they could find, setting up motion-tracker smartguns at key chokepoints. The WY guard barracks was soon nothing short of a deathtrap for unfriendly visitors...

Stillwater's team approached the collapsed Medbay's doors...

232 let out a spine chilling growl to Cameron, whose eyes merely widened even more as he watched 232 temporarily deactivate his natural cloaking. To Cameron's surprise, the answer became intelligible:

"I hunt. I kill. I destroy Aliens and those that oppose me. I am what my old masters have coined me as: a Super-Predator..."

With that, 232 stepped closer and pinned Cameron's arms to his sides, prohibiting him from reaching for any weapons. The mask, normally removed by manual methods strangely retreated backwards across his head, revealing an absolutely horrifying face with powerful jaws.

BWOOOOOMMM!!

The explosion had been the primary power generator, sending shockwaves into the Earth.

Instead of killing Cameron, 232 launched him with incredible strength back to the tower, over 150 feet away. Cameron's limp body careened into the tower and smashed his head and body against the reinforced walls.

With confidence that Cameron wouldn't bother him anymore, 232 turned back to the laboratory...

It was time to continue the hunt...

"Shit. SHIT!!!"

The four Elite guards and Adams slowly backed up towards the door as the Superfacehugger crawled around in front of them, looking very much like a deformed spider, one that could have been found on the very far away Earth.

"Kill it. Shoot it now," ordered one of the Elites.

"NO," ordered Adams. This is... this is beautiful. It just needs... life."

"Open fire!"

All of a sudden, the blue lights dimmed, and then faded to black, a result of a backup generator power surge. Adams dropped to the ground, as gunfire, screams and curses filled the air.

When the blue light turned on again, Adams saw that the facehugger had found its second host.

One of the Elites had been grabbed by the creature. The other three had been shot to death by their own careless aim.

No worries, though Adams, climbing to his knees.

With a shout, Adams summoned over another four elite guards, who hefted their facehugged cohort onto their shoulders.

"Ok, lets move this operation to Sector Four. This hugger has one more squeeze left in him. All we need now is that Predator to come find us..."

No sooner had Adams said this one of the Elite screamed as blood and flesh rocketed from his body as he flew across the room and slammed into the wall. Everyone in the room stood horrified as the man squirmed grasping a spear burried in his gut as blood flowed out of his mouth and back.

Adams stood horrifed as he heard something come up behind his group. One of the other Elite screamed as he was lifted into the air, two invisable wristblades coated in blood stuck of of his gut. His body flew in the air knocking over the group, the facehugged man falling to the ground.

Crawford fired his Desert Eagle at the thing, only causing a temporay short curcuit. The Predator was uncloaked. Three red dots appeared next to the man. He dove as a blue ball of energy rushed to him and exploded.

Squad 5 moved through the other sections of med bay with 3 smartgunners, 6 riflemen and 4 incinarators.

The Predator quickly recloaked itself before firing two more plasma balls from the gun on it's shoulder. The first blew a hole in one of the reinforced windows, the next blew apart the facehugger and the man's head. Blood, brains, and acid spilled everywhere as things began to burn as they were touched by it. The Predator leapt out the hole in the window, outside, away from harm.

Crawford stood up his pulse rilfe leveled at the group. Adams was bent over the headless body, it appered to Crawford he was about to cry over the loss of the superfacehugger. Squad 5 entered, stunned at the carnage. From time of the explosion to the Predator's escape, less than 5 minutes had passed.
"Game is over Doc. Hands up."

Behind the marines, out of sight of Adams Aktin's chest moved slightly upwards, as though something wanted to break out......

OOC: I'm here and shall join in when the oppurtunity arises...

Sorry, that was me... I didn't realise I was logged into the wrong nation...

OOC: It cool man, done that once or twice myself.

232 was once again in camo mode, and moving along at a quick pace as he entered the burning, chaotic laboratory. The reinforced wristblades sliced deeply into the outer door and began to rip an opening for him.

Once inside, 232 switched different scope views, seeking any hostilities.

All clear.

232 continued to slip further into the building, moving his movements to the ceiling, much like a spider. It wouldn't be expected, should he have to attack, and the unfortunate victim would never know what hit them.

"Game is over doc, hands up."

232 slinked stealthily, quietly into the room where the voice came from. He surveyed the carnage, then looked at the two men in the room left nearest him. The rest of the squad was in other parts of the medlab.

The perfect opportunity...

232 crept to above Crawford's position and looked upward from the ceiling. A clawed hand reached down suddenly and lifted Crawford by the throat several feet off the floor and threw him across the room, colliding him with various medical trays and equipment. It appeared that Crawford had been lifted by invisible means and cast aside like a rag doll.

232 landed softly upon the ground, moving camo-mode toward the one kneeling over the dead body of the man and the superfacehugger. He surveyed the dead body momentarily before suddenly emitting a ear-splitting roar, guaranteed to scare the living shit out of any non-hardened combatant or civilian.

232 turned once more to Crawford and watched as the man struggled to his feet. A scapel was lifted and thrown in deadly fashion straight for Crawford's chest!

232 moved to a dark corner and stood there silently, unseen...He was prepared for any others that would come running back due to his roaring.

232 loved chaos, and loved the fear that thickly penetrated everything in this laboratory...

Crawford saw the scaple. There was no time to dodge, his reenforced armour absorbed it, but it did crack. He was sent back against the wall.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS IN HERE DOC?!" he bellowed.
The lab went quiet as everyone looked around, many thought 232 was the same Pred that had attacked earlier and had just left. One of the smartgunners moved slowly in a circle, her massive weapon pointed into every corner.
"Sir, what about the unlucky piss on the ground?" she said. One of the other smartgunners covered Adams and his men.
"Torch him." Crawford said. Atkin's body was dragged out for more of a field of fire. At that moment the man awoke and began screaming. His chest and body rose and fell violently as the queen began bashing her way out of his rib cage. "SANDERS! TORCH HIM!" He yelled at a flamethrower operator. The weapon sputtered, none of the flamethrowers were working. "TORCH HIM!"

Aktins continued to convusle, screaming, his arms flying and as everyone heard the crunch of bone as a jet of blood rocketed from his chest, striking Adams across the face. There was nothing anyone could do, they had all seen chestburstings, but it still made people freeze. His chest finally exploded in an orgy of blood and gore as a long grey thing came out of a pool of blood. The queen's mouth opened and let out a long screech.

The warm blood of her host felt good. But with her senses, she could "see" several armed people. Leaping out of blood she slithered faster than a man could run towards a cracked door.

"SHOOT IT!" The smartguns and rifles opened fire in a magnificent cresendo as tables were torn to pieces. The queen slipped by Stillwater and his men by entering the space under the floor via a small hole. When the guns stopped and Stillwater entered Crawford began barking orders.
"Sargent! We have a stage 3 xenomorph(chestburster) and about one or two Predators running around! Get your men's asses moving and clear the lower levels of this place!" He moved to an intercom and pressed it along with the main klaxon.

"ATTENTION ALL MARINE PERSONAL. GRAB YOUR WEAPONS AND GET YOUR ASSES MOVING. WE HAVE A STAGE 3 XENOMORPH. WE CAN STILL GET IT WHILE ITS YOUNG. WE ALSO HAVE ONE OR TWO PREDATORS HOPPING ABOUT, KEEP AN EYE ON YOUR MOTION TRACKERS. MARINES, CLEAR LEVELS THREE TO SIX AND WEYLAND SECURITY CLEAR LEVELS ONE TO THREE AND THE SUB- BASEMENT. ALL CIVILIAN PERSONAL, GET OUT OF THE STREETS AND GET BEHIND SEALED DOORS. ONLY SECURITY AND MARINES ARE NOW ALLOWED TO MOVE OUTSIDE. SET SENTRY GUNS TO ON AND TO NOT SHOOT AT PEOPLE WEARING THE MARKERS. GET MOVING NOW."

Crawford turned back to Adams and his men. He walked up to the group and decked the man.
"Keep them here. Sanders, you and you stay and guard them. Everyone else lock and load." Sanders, another rifleman, and a smartgunner stayed to guard Adams. Crawford checked his rifle before taking the rest of his men to hunt for the queen.

OOC: Stage 3 is chesbuster, Stage 1 is egg, Stage 2 is facehugger, and Stage 4 is full grown

Markers identify friendlies to sentry guns to they won't fire on them.

Hunter, who had followed Stillwater's team to medlab didn't wait for orders. He took off running down the corridor he had seen the chestburster take. far ahead of him, he saw its tail disappear around a corner. He skidded around the corner and stopped. He stood facing a dead end. The corridor ended about 5 meters from where he stood. There was a door leading to a janitorial closet on the left that stood slightly ajar. Slowly, he walked forward to the door and pulled it open. On the back wall of the closet, there was a small grating that had ben ripped off the wall. Inside, he could faintly hear the creature slithering through the air ducts. He punched the wall and activated his radio.
"Corporal Zach Hunter to all Marines and Security Personel, the Xenomorph has entered the ventilation system."
He turned and walked out of the closet, turning back toward medlab. He met Stillwater's team and Squad 5. "Little fucker got away."

Stillwater shook his head in annoyance, moving towards the closet...

"Campbell, Simmons... Light it up."

The two Smartgunners opened fire on the vent, shredding it under a hail of bullets...

"Fire in the hole..."

Stillwater muttered non-chalantly as he chucked a grenade into the opening, walking away as the device exploded...

"The barracks area is secure, we've welded the vent-covers shut. Smart turrets & armed security at every turn..."

Stillwater pointed a warning finger at Crawford...

"Sargent my ass... You're climbing my shit-list pretty fuckin' fast 'Captain'... Watch it."

"You watch it Sargent." Crawford snapped back at Stillwater. "You're just a murderer, plain and simple. Don't think for one second I haven't forgotten what you did to those men back on LV-443. Your new title of 'Advisor' means nothing to me. Your still that shit-faced asshole from when I first joined. At the moment we need each other, and you will do as I say when I say, Sargent. Make sure the little bitch didn't escape, if you have forgotten, her blood is acid."

The queen bit her tail and spilled a little of her blood on the wall of the shaft. The acid ate through, making a small hole big enough for her to squirm through. At that time the smartgunners opened up. She dropped into a dark place, but she could 'see' well enough. The queen was in the piping and electrical shafts, too narrow for someone to squeeze through. She moved down the shaft, craving fresh, red meat to feast on, to grow, gather host, and breed.

She soon found her food, rats. The small rodent colony was soon thrown into turmoil as the queen moved through, biting, tearing, and eating every creature she could. After 5 brief, brutal mintues, all the creatures were dead. She was covered in her meal's blood and small organs. She finished eating, making sure she only left fur and skeletons, and carefully made her way outside. To avoid armed patrols with motion trackers, she stopped and let them pass. The queen found a small alcove, away from harm. There she would grow, and then no one would be safe.

The Predator watched the queen enter her haven from a rooftop. He would let the queen grow and get host. It was cloaked, invisalbe to the eye unless he moved. He wondered where his bretheren where. This would be a good hunt.

Stillwater extended the middle finger on his right hand without taking it off of the grip of his weapon...

'As soon as you're alone, motherfucker...'


"No shit. I thought it was fuckin' alkaseltzer... Why the fuck don't you think you don't have a murder weapon, jackass? I stabbed a fuckin' xeno with the thing... Jesus, how'd you get to be a captain with smarts like that..."

Stillwater didn't wait for a response, he simply continued down the hall, following the vent shaft on a forearm-mounted readout screen, his squad following behind him...

Crawford didn't belive Stillwater's story, the men's throats were slit, the cut was too clean to be from an alien.

"Stabbing a xeno with a knife? Seems like a shitty story. Guy would have lost his hand." One of the female marines said. "If ya want, I can lure him into bed and cut away the only thing that makes him a man."
"Maybe later private. Alright marines, motion trackers, and three man teams. You know the drill." As his troops disspered Crawford moved down the hall, up some stairs, passing his marines who smiled as they checked every nook and crany. He went to Adam's room door and using a hacking device he borrowed from a com-tech opened the door. He smiled at Char as he walked in.
"I need to show you what your company has been up too."

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to medlab. Crawford walked to a bloody tarp covering a body.
"Look long and hard, I want to understand how hundreds of people died because of pricks like Doc Adams."
He pulled back the tarp and one of the marines grabbed Char and held her, forcing her to look. Atkin's bloody corpse lay on the ground, his face twisted in pain, his eyes wide open from the horror that was coming out of him, his chest was all blood and gore. Flesh and organs hung limply out as blood slowly dripped onto the ground.
"That was a person, because of Adams he died. LOOK!" He bellowed as Char tried to look away.

232 slipped silently into the hall tracking the men searching for the Alien creature.

Stealthily he followed, waiting for the opportune moment to strike...

Adams sat on the rubble-strewned floor as Crawford and his team left the room, leaving him alone with a small crew of guardians.

Adams looked up at the one named Sanders.

"Son. Have you ever thought what it means to be alive?"

Sanders looked down at him, but did not reply.

"You know. Everyone has their own idea on what it means. To some, its simply a means to procreate and produce offspring. To others, its simply a placeholder until they die.

But the majority... all they do is wake up, go to work, go to bed. Once in a while get laid, or get drunk, but thats it. No purpose, no goal, no life."

The rifleman trained his gun on the scientist.

"Shut the hell up."

But Adams continued, looking only at Sanders.

"That's where I am different, son. I live life always looking for the next big thing. The next high, the next thing that makes life worth living, and why I shouldn't just lie in bed staring at the walls.

I... I know that you don't agree with the work I do here, but you must, you must understand that what I do, I do for the whole of evolution. Really, the process... of life..."

With a swift move, Adams shifted his weight to his left and pressed a hidden switch on the bottom of an overturned desk, while grabbing at a mask hidden deep within his lab coat.

Before any of the guards could react, a formless, transparent agent filled their lungs, and they stopped moving.

Everything except their eyes, which darted back and forth in confusion and anger.

Adams got up and brushed himself off nonchalantly.

"Like it? It's a new airborn agent I use to... calm uncooperative specimans. Since I seem to be out of Predators or Aliens in my wares, I suppose you all can do for now.

No, you cannot move, yes, it is permanent, and yes, oohh yessss You can still feel anything and everything that will happen to you. I think I shall be taking my leave now."

The scientist leaned down and picked up a pulse rifle dropped by one of the men. With a smile, Adams leaned over and pressed it to Sander's forehead.

"Bang."

With a smooshing sound, Sanders head disintergrated, leaving his torso and lower body to slump to the ground. With a grunt, Adams picked off the marker from the soldier and slapped it onto himself.

"Him, I put out of misery. The rest of you... will make suitable hosts..."

With that, Adams stalked out of the room, leaving still, yet not-lifeless statues behind.

OOC: Back! Sorry guys, but I went on a two week vacation, so obviously I haven't been around. But I'm ready to pitch in, but seeing as I'm too lagged to read all of the RP, what's happening at the moment?

OOC: Man Valient, you’re being a real mean bastard lol.

Hey O.H, thought you would never get here. Guy got facehugged and chestbursted, queen is growing and humans are having inter battles with each other. Read back for more detail. Humans are now trying to hunt down queen and Preds.
And now Assington, you can fully participate. Got your host. But first, the first actual Alien and Predator battle.


IC:

No one in the med lab heard what happened in the science lab. The rooms were sound proof, Crawford had no idea Adams was now running around trying to preserve the xenomorphs. The hole in the wall was still open to the outside and the remaining guards couldn’t move from the terror that was creeping through the gap.

The Queen now stood at the height of a warrior; she was growing much faster than her offspring would. Her mouth dripped with slime as she opened it, sticking out her tongue letting the tiny jaws open and close. Her black exoskeleton looked like glass as she moved towards the helpless marines. Her tail wrapped around one and she grabbed the other. There was no need to use her venom in her stinger, her victims were already paralyzed. After carefully avoiding patrols and sensors she quickly moved back to the cave. Passing the large egg chamber she moved deeper till she reached another chamber, slightly larger than the one before it. She cocooned the two marines next to five other hosts, one other marine whose name tag read Cameron and four civilians who never got back inside in time.

The Predator moved through the old egg chamber, following the Queen. She would have to make a sling from the risen substance like on the wall for her egg-sack. It spotted the Queen and roared. The Queen spun as she saw the hunter, the scourge of her species, she screeched as both creatures moved towards each other. Thus began a clash of titans……

The Predator shot out it’s wirstblades to their fullest extent, it would not use it’s plasma caster. It quickly fired a net at the Queen; she easily leapt onto the wall, avoiding the deadly net. The Alien swung her massive tail striking the Predator on it’s side, sending it into the wall. The Predator quickly recovered, swing it’s blades at the stabbing tail. It’s blades cut through several points spilling the deadly acid, the Queen back off screeching, stepping over old dead eggs spraying her blood at the Predator. The Predator moved trying to avoid the acid, it’s plasma caster was struck and began to melt quickly, Predator grabbed it and ripped it from it’s shoulder. It spun around, the Queen was gone.

The Queen hid several feet above the Predator. The hunter switched through it’s vision modes trying to find it’s prey. The Queen jumped down, tackling the Predator and the two rolled on the floor, the Queen’s tongue shooting out, stopping millimeters from the Predator’s mask. The Predator snarled as he tried to knock the Alien off, it then noticed something, the queen kept growing, and that was very bad. The Predator swung it’s blades at the tail which kept coming down, intent on driving through the creature’s brain. The Predator then took a risky gamble, it drove part of it’s blades into the Alien’s chest.

The Queen jumped off her blood spilling across Predator. It jumped back ripping off it’s armor as it melted. Green blood came out of cooked flesh as the Predator spun to see the Queen’s tail moving towards it.

Predator was awakened by the Queen’s screeching. Her egg-sack hung by several organic slings, pulsating as the black ovals within grew. The first birth was painful, an egg slide out of the slime and the slime from the egg-sack dripped off it. Predator’s roared and tried to break free, but it was secured tight to the wall. The first egg was right in front of him.

(OOC: Hi guys... I'm currently on vacation right now... Just imagine that my character, a predator is enroute...)

Hunter stopped walking in front of the North Lock and switched off his motion tracker. The other two marines with him looked at him. "That's it, there's nothing here."
"So now what." Private Karen Sanchez kicked the wall in frustration.
"We'll go back over our grid until someone decides on something better to do."
Hunter turned to walk back through their assigned patrol area, when Sanchez noticed something. "Hey Corp, check this out." She was kneeling down next to the lock. "Looks like our little friend was here." She pointed to something on the floor. Hunter looked down and saw a thin line of small, irregular holes in the concrete floor. The holes led from a hatch leading to a small maintenance crawlspace, and dissappeared under the door. Hunter pressed a button, and the door slid open, admitting a gust of wind and dust. He bent down and carfully swept dirt from the floor just outside. What he found confirmed the story told by the holes inside. A similar pattern of pits led away from the door, towards the north. "Looks like Elvis has left the building."
Hunter and his team turned and jogged away in search of Crawford to report their findings.

Stillwater's crew exited the main complex...

'Dumb fucker... Why does he think I had fifteen skin graft operations on my right hand...'

Beneath Stillwater's tactical gloves, his right hand & forearm where severely disfigured from a strong acid... Xeno blood. His chest & left side of his face had less severe, but still visible, acid burns...

"Spread out & look for a good nest site... We can't let that bitch lay any eggs..."

Sadly for Stillwater and everyone else, the Queen was already laying her eggs within the saftey of the cave. Soon, she would have warriors to defend her, and gather more host. She screeched as her second egg slide out of the eggsack.

Crawford left the Med-lab. He left Char and some Marines to guard the doctors and scientist. They needed a stragety to defeat the Aliens. Crawford spotted Hunter moving down the hall to him.
"What have you found Corp?"

"We found a trail of acid holes in the floor inside and outside the North Lock." Hunter paused for a moment. "My bet is, she's returned to the old nest. We can be there in force in five minutes." He stopped, waiting for orders.

In the cave, the egg in front of the marine Cameron, opened slowly. He peered inside, seeing something writhing around inside. Slowly, eight fingertips crept up over the lip of the egg. "Make it quick, you slimy bas-" The facehugger leapt out of the egg and wrapped itsself around Cameron's head.

"Get that prick Adams and haul him up to the control room." Crawford sent a command over the radio. "All Marine platoon leaders, get to the control room. Stillwater, get your section leaders there also." He turned back to Hunter.
"Not until we figure out the situation Corp. I don't want to be rushing into anything. Get on it."

Hunter moved down to the science lab and Crawford walked up several flights of stairs to the control room. He stopped at the radio room and made the private send two messages. He walked into the control room, which was bustling with activity. He walked to a large table with a detailed digatal diagram of the complex. Crawford looked at it and sighed. Hunter might be right.

Hunter and his team walked down the stairs and in through the ruined doors of medlab. He quietly acknowledged Char and the other marines there, then proceeded into the science lab. "What the hell?" Where he had expected to find Adams under guard by marines, he found a headless corpse, alone in the rubble filled room. "Captain, this is Hunter," he spoke into his radio, "we got a situation down here. There's a marine with his head blown off, no sign of Adams or the other guards." He took a closer look at the body. "The stiff's missing his marker. Looks like Adams is making a break for it."

Crawford cursed silently, he spoke into his headset back to Hunter. "Only one dropship works, and it can't reach space. The only place he can run in it is to the atmosphirc processor." He switched his headset to broadcast to all headsets on Marines and security a like.
"All Marine and Weyland-Yutani security personal. Find Doctor Adams and kill him on sight, the bastard will try to protect the xenomorphs. Make no, I repeat, make no attempt to capture Adams. He's already killed one marine and two more men are missing. Be careful, he most likely is armed with a Pulse Rifle."

Crawford slammed his fist against the table. Bastard. He look up as the Marine platoon leaders walked into the control room. He didn't see Stillwater, but knew he'd probably coming. He hated the merc, but he needed the man's cooperation.

232 followed the one known as Crawford with deadly silence. Tension filled the air, as well as the man's commanding orders to his men.

Finally, 232 had had enough of listening to the human's annoying voice. With a ferocious roar, he leapt down from behind Crawford, knocking him to the ground. A newly installed feature for 232 was a sword-like blade that extracted from his forearm, and made of extremely durable metal, specially designed to not disintegrate with contact of Alien blood. With a sliding click, the blade was drawn out and sent plunging deep into Crawford's stomach.

The reactions of the other men near Crawford prompted 232 to cease his murderous attack and retreat to the next room, a large holding bay.

The perfect place for fear to build to the strongest level.

232 continued remaining camoflaged to normal eyesight and slipped out of view once in the bay. Crawford's men would most likely chase after 232 and temporarily give up on the Alien. It would be all 232 needed to kill these men and go after the Alien itself and kill it...

OOC: When the Pred removed his armour, does that include his mask?

IC: Yet another one of the slimy eggs within the cave began to stretch open, releasing the lethal facehugger. Immediately the creature could sense the battle between its mistress the Predator. It knew what it must do to help the queen.

Within seconds the spider-like creature was scurrying up the wall, attempting to position itself properly so that it could land atop the enemy and save the queen.

OOC: Yeah, it removed it's mask. So now, you can facehugg it. The battle between the Alien and Predator is over. The Pred is now cocooned to the wall. It's trying to break free.

IC:

Crawford was grabbed beanth the armpits by his men as he was dragged out and towards med-lab. They knew time was off the essance, and to save him, they needed to get him there, fast. Marines had heard Crawford's short yell and orders to get the hell out of the way on the headsets.

The control room was locked down.
"Where the fuck did it go?!" a Lieutenant barked the radio operator.
"In the holding bay." he said.
"Lock it down, we'll go after it later."

Before 232 could get out, the heavy blast doors slid shut, and locked.

Crawford was put onto an OR table and his gear stripped off till he only was in boxers. Blood covered his stomach as more continued to flow out of the wound. Three doctors and Char were rushed in. Crawford smiled weakly at her.
"Sorry for a shitty first day." he said.
"We're gonna put you under Captian."
"Tell Stillwater, he's in charge for right now. He also knows what we're dealing with."
A mask was put across Crawford's face as he was gassed and the delicate operation began.

232 roared once again as he watched the blast doors close.

He was trapped, a captive of his own folly. And now he was pissed, pissed beyond compare, not just at his captors but also of himself.

Looking around, 232 approached the walls, seeking to break free of the oversized cage. Intelligent eyes scanned the entire room, searching for something, anything that would help him.

All around the room, 232 saw a number of crates sitting unopened. A number of them were stacked upon each other, towering over 232's head and reaching to the 25-ft ceiling. Hidden under a draped cloth sat the largest crate. 232 made his way toward the crate and pulled the cloth off and casting it aside. Wristblades cut into the wood and fingers pried at the seams. A few minutes later, 232 laid his eyes upon a rather surprising and wonderful treat.

Weapons...there were: claymore mines specially modified to have laser tripwires, C-4, grenades, shoulder mounted rocket launcher and a half dozen rockets, and a few medium-sized, round, tightly closed steel spheres holding something secret inside. These intrigued 232 the most, as he could see that a timer was on each of them.

Working quickly, 232 pulled out the various assortment of weapons. Taking the claymore mines, he made his way back to the blast door once again and set up two claymores on each side of the door frame, just out of view, one close to the floor, the other at chest level. If one was detonated, the other would instantly detonate as well... Once activated, 232 had made sure that all the claymores could not be deactivated...

Moving back to the crate, 232 pulled it away from the wall, only to see another surprise. A small entryway used for cargo disposal into the holding bay. It had a heavy steel door closed, but possibly could be broken through with high explosives. Now the mystique as to how the crates came to be in that room was understood. It was a weapons and equipment storage bay.

He pulled out several more of the detonation devices and set them up in various strategic positions around the room, taking care to not detonate them by accident. Once he made his way back to the crate, he pulled out the other weapons: the rocket-launcher, the metallic steel orbs, grenades and C-4s. The smaller weapons he placed onto his body, concealed in small compartments on his armor. 232 had only his scientist captors to thank for his new capabilities, including his armor and natural camoflauge. They had indeed perfected the perfect killing machine.

232's folly had actually been a blessing in disguise...

232 moved to a strategic viewing perch hidden in the shadows of the room and kept his eyes trained upon the door. The cloaking activated, making him invisible once more. They would learn that he was not a normal Predator, but indeed something worse. A predator with hate, intelligence, and an incredible fighter...

OOC: hey ya'll, sorry I havent been active, I had problems getting my net up at school, they had me in the wrong room...anyways, I'd like to still be in this, but if you all think its gone to far for me to catch up, then I'll just wait for the next one to roll around. Otherwise, if someone could give me a breif update to the situation, I'll jump right on in.

OOC: Slightly confused. I am not sure if my character Char is still alive or she frozen by Adams. Been away working and no time to check. Sorry.

Stillwater's comm unit chirped... Within a few minutes he was in the secondary medbay...

"What the fuck happened to his stupid ass?"

He bellowed, waving his pulse rifle one-handed in Crawford's direction...

"Simmons, Campbell, secure the door... Mendoza, watch the vents..."

"Who's next in line for command here?"

OOC: Imortia, so far Tarlachia's pred has been raising hell, queen is full grown as is laying eggs, my character Crawford is under surgery from 232's attack, so you can jump in anytime you can.
ATG, Char is fine. She isn't dead or was frozen by Adams.

IC:

A young Lieutenant looked at Stillwater. His name plate read Jackson.
"He was in the control room, so was the Predator. No one saw it till it attacked him." The marine handed Stillwater Crawford's bloodstained brestplate, it had nasty narrow gaps where 232's blades had punched through. "Doctors are now working on him hoping to save him. I would be in charge sir, but the Captain put you in charge saying you had more experiance than the rest of us against xenos and these Preds."

Hunter glanced at Stillwater, although he didn't have the personal hate for the man that Crawford did, the merc wasn't someone he wanted as a friend. "Crawford said you're in charge here for now." He refrained from answering the first question, because no one knew. The only thing that was for sure was that Crawford had been stabbed by something invisible. Something that they had sealed up in a storage bay full of . . . "Holy shit! They just sealed up whatever attacked him in a weapons storage bay!" As much as he knew they had to go get it out, he did not want to be the one to do it. "What do you want to do about that Sargeant?"

OOC: AmandaTheGreat, your character is still alive and well, she would be in the medlab where most of the people are right now.

In the cave, Cameron woke up with a start. He glanced around himself in disbelief. "What the hell?" The last thing he could remember was being thrown through the air and crashing into a building. What was this slimy cave. As he looked around, he saw several other people cocooned to the wall as he was. He also noticed a frightening looking alien cocooned. He was about to try to speak to them, when he felt a sudden jolt in his chest, followed by unbearable pain, as if something was trying to claw its way out of him, which it was. He screamed as blood spurted from a moving spot on his front, then suddenly cut off, as the tiny head poked out. The chestburster's birth cry picked up where his scream had cut off. It quicly slithered out of the cored out body of its host and crawled away to molt and grow.

OOC: From earlier posts, Im assuming this is a desert type planet...

IC:

Night in the desert is an intresting thing to say the least. Despite temperatures upwards of 100 degrees in the day time, its common for night temperatures to drop into the low 60s, and sometimes high 50s. But this night, the air scorched as a small, dart like craft piereced the atmosphere, leaveing a trial like a meteor. But this was no falling chunck of ice and rock, it was a harbinger of death.

THe ship impacted with a loud thud, and becuase of the sand like nature of the ground, it pushed in deep. However, it was high enough so that the door on the side would open. From withing the darkness of the craft, a lone beast emerged. He stood at a solid six foot, eight inches, and wieghed a 99% muscular 295 pounds. His face, upper left chest, groin, and shins were covered with a thick metalic armor. On his right wrist were two blade like weapons, and a computer device on his left. The most imposing weapon was the plasma caster on his left shoulder, but his favorite was the combistick in his right hand. He took three steps forward, and in the middle of the fourth step, he disapeared into the night sky.

His hunt was a redemption. One to claim back his title as hunt master for his small sect of the Kathipackta clan. A single mistaken kill was all it took to hurt his status in an honor based society, and this was his last hunt to bring himself honor again. He knew the rules: No women, no children, no sick, and no weak. Only the strong were in danger. The complex was not far from his crash, maybe a mile at most. He moved quickly.

Adams stood down the corridor from the medlab. Inside the room milling about were a mass of soldiers, medics, and an injured Crawford.

The doctor cursed, silently at first, and then loud enough just to get out the anger and frustration. The fools. Didn't they understand that he must complete the research? Before the rest of the hunt began and all of his... specimans were hatched?

And didn't they know that an integral part of his research involved the comely young Nurse Char?

A pity. He would have to... expedite the way the wheel turned.

"Sir!"

Adams didn't turn. He didn't have to. Behind him stood yet another two of the W-Y Elite, black garb, black attitude, and unfailingly loyal.

Loyal, it seemed to Adams, to the death.

"Ok, I need you two to do me a favour."

"Sir. Yes sir."

Adams smiled.

"I need you two to go to the weapons storage bay. I need you to get for me a box labeled 'Serum Omega'. Here is a copy of my access code. Now get it."

"Sir."

Adams nodded, and the two men ran down the hallway. Adams knew that the Predator was in there, and he knew what sorts of weapons he would have access to.

He shook his head. He had forgotten to mention that wee fact to the Elites.

Oops...

OOC: Heres hoping the noise will attract the guards away from the medlab...

232 heard the sounds of human feet pounding on the concrete floor of the laboratory. A moment later, a beeping could be faintly heard as the men began to key in the passcode into the door. The large steel doors slid apart as two men could be seen in the shadows beyond.

A moment later, one of the men immediately rushed into the room, only to be met by the sudden tremendous explosions of twin Claymore mines. The remaining Elite was thrown so powerfully backwards by the blast that the wall broke through and he fell into the adjoining room. 232 watched as the first man's remains began to settle around the room, entrails, blood and gore everywhere...

232 watched as the second man slowly got up with a dazed look on his face.

"Hello?! Anyone hear me?" the man called out, however, his hearing had been taken away by the tremendous blast, and it seemed that no matter how loud he screamed, he couldn't hear himself.

232 lifted the shoulder mounted rocket launcher and aimed with caution. The finger pulled the trigger, suddenly exploding in white smoke and a slight whistling noise as the round rocketed straight for the man's chest.

The brief screaming of the man was all that was heard as his head and body exploded in a second explosion that shook the walls of the laboratory once more. 232 grabbed his newfound weapons and slinked carefully away from the weapons holding bay. With a brief look in all view modes, he ensured that the coast was clear before going deeper into the laboratory.

That queen needed to be found...

232 heard the voices coming from the medlab. He growled silently.

Now wouldn't be a bad time to try out the mysterious orbs and see what they did...

With a quick hand, he took out one and set the timer to twenty seconds before rolling it quietly into the room. Finally a voice screamed, "GRENADE!!"

A bright teal light lit up the entire medlab as the orb began to grow and expand in size quickly. And yet, it still hadn't exploded...

Just as the humans in the room thought that the orb was some fancy gadget, and had stood up to look closer.

The explosion, combined with a whistling and rattling sound that hurt the ears to those not directly in sight of the orb. Beams of lasers shot out in every direction, threatening to impact and then implode as they entered the various bodies of the humans. A feeling of extreme pain could be felt by these humans as they screamed in agony of the minature explosions within their rib cages.

One or two soldiers dropped to the ground, dead, their internal organs destroyed permanantly...

232 headed further down the hall, switching to Alien vision to begin his hunt...

Adams nodded, and smiled, and laughed as he heard the screams and moans echoing from the medlab.

They almost sounded like a... symphony. A symphony that ensured that his prize would be ready for the taking.

Adams strolled calmly into the lab, and without a second look at the mess and destruction, walked up to the unconcious form of Nurse Char, picked her gingerly up off the floor and walked right out.

A symphony indeed. He smiled again.

The facehugger watched in satisfaction as the Queen finally won her battle with the Predator and cocooned it to the wall, there for the taking. Stripped of it's armour and pinned to the wall, the facehugger would have no trouble planting the seeds for a warrior alien. This alien would be more than an ordinary warrior due to the already present strength and agility within the Predator.

The spider like creature scurried along the roof of the cave, heading towards the trapped Predator. Within seconds it was crawling down beside the trapped creature, releasing a squeal of delight at such an easy prey. The Predator snarled when it noticed the alien not far above it, but it could do nothing. One final jump planted the facehugger directly onto the Predator's snarling face. It thrashed furiously, but it was too late...

The Queen's made a hiss and her lips curled slightly in an Alien grin as she saw the facehugger attached itself to the Predator. It was then other facehuggers emerged from thier recently hatched eggs and attached themselves to the remaining humans.

Everyone who survied the blast in the Med-Lab stood up dazed and in pain. The first concern for the Marines was Crawford. He was moved to one of the more inner rooms for saftey before the surgery could continue. No one noticed Nurse Char was missing. They were trying to find out what the hell happened.

Two remote sentry guns moved down from conceled locations in the cieling in the hall 232 was moving in. They didn't need to see 232, he had come up on internal motion trackers and did not wear a marker. Both locked onto the target and opened fire, filling the hall with death.

The metallic sounds of wheels rolling about on their tracks was heard by 232. He turned to see what it was, only to widen his eyes in surprise at the danger of the automatic machine guns runners. He turned to run, quick enough to remain just ahead of the trail of bullets that peppered his path behind him. Bullets and concrete flew in every direction, a few embedding or hitting harmlessly into 232's body armor. He grunted as a particularly large chunk of concrete flew up and whacked the back of his head.

232 dodged into an office and slammed the steel doors shut. Bullets slammed noisily into the office door, indenting the metal with ferocity. Yet, the door withstood the onslaught. Slightly gasping, more out of the adrenaline of the moment than for fatigue, he was for the moment...safe.

The rocket launcher was loaded once again. Noticing a roll of tape on the desk, 232 grabbed the tape and wrapped it around the doorknob. Unrolling the tape, he moved to the back of the room and picked up his rocket launcher once again, getting it ready. A quick jerk of the tape yanked open the door and began the gunfire of the gun runners once again toward 232. Popping up quickly, 232 fired in the general direction of both gun runners and ducked down once again behind the desk to avoid the gunfire.

An dual explosion confirmed the destruction of the two security devices.

232 stood once more, triumphantly thinking about the moment. A quick mental calculation told him what he had left in his arsenal.

Two rockets used, four left. One laser grenade used, nine left. Six C-4s. Two Claymores. Regular Predator weaponry.

232 left the office, not ducking as sparks continued to fly from the ruined gun runner tracks. Bits and pieces of the machines were scattered all down the hallway, some crunching slightly under 232's feet.

Now to find the queen. Didn't one of the men say that the queen had taken refuge in a limited access part of the complex? That would leave few places to be necessary to search...

232 continued to stalk down the hallway with menacing strides, carefully searching all the rooms with Alien vision. He approached an elevator and opened it, surprised to see that it still ran on backup generator power.

That meant only one thing. Whatever was below this complex was important enough for the humans to require escape in the event of disaster below the complex.

And it would be a perfect breeding ground for the Queen.

232 moved silently into the elevator, and descended to the lowest floor, Sub-3. Upon opening the door, 232 saw that the room was in fact a large mess hall with doors leading to residence rooms. The showers were off to the side, hidden only by a heavy door with emblazoned symbols for men and women.

232 halted the elevator, thus ensuring that the only other way down to this portion of the complex would be by stairs. He moved stealthily further into the level, his shoulder mounted plasma caster at the ready. In his one hand was another of the laser grenades, the timer set and ready to be activated. In the other hand was his combistick, finally pulled out in anticipation of discovery of the Queen, and any offspring...

OOC: Now, I am unconcious?

OOC: ATG, you can always wake up.
Tarlachia, remeber 232 won't find the queen in the subbasements. She is back in the cave.

LV-467 is a desert, but not how we think of yellow sand. Black and grey sand strewed in many places with large boulders. It is much like the planet (LV-426) in ALIEN and ALIENs but hotter during the day and a more black and grey sand.

Hunter had dove to the floor when the laser grenade clattered into the room. He now stood up and looked around for someone, anyone to take orders from. The lieutenant who had been in the room lay in a corner, smoking slightly, he'd been closest to the grenade when it went off. Still recovering his hearing, Hunter shouted out, "Sargeant Stillwater? You in here?" He started sifting through the rubble in search of casualties. "At this rate," he thought, "we won't even have to worry about the xenomorphs. With these invisible killers running around, there won't be any of us left by the time the aliens get back here."

Deep in the nest cave, a xenomorph poked its head out of a side tunnel leading to the new egg chamber. It knew its purpose even without the Queen's screeched orders; it could sense her thoughts as readily as its own. It turned and galloped rapidly out from the cave, turning in the direction of the base. It moved stealthily, taking advantage of evey bit of cover it could find, knowing from the Queen's memories, that there would be many dangers in its path.

There was a growl from under a pile of rubble... Stillwater's hand shot up out of the pulverized concrete, followed by his acid-scarred face...

"That's 'Chief Security Advisor' to you, maggot... Get it the fuck right. Crawford's stupid ass is the only one who calls me Sargeant... I ain't in the USCM anymore... You're gonna meet God the hard way if you keep it up, son... Look sharp & keep an eye out for that fuckin' Pred... He got Mendoza with the frag..."

Mendoza was a bloody mess of an arm, a leg, and an armored torso splattered across the far wall... The rest of him was no-where to be seen. Campbell was also dead, roasted alive by Mendoza's exploding napalm tank. His charred corpse was on top of Stillwater's rubble-pile

Simmons lay half-dead in a far corner, he was missing his left leg below the knee & a few fingers on his left hand, but other than that he seemed to be fine...

Stillwater walked over to him, then put a burst of 10mm rounds in his head, as if he was doing the man a service...

"Wouldn't have survived long anyway..."

Oh my head. Am I moving? In the air? What the hell is going on? Char opens her eyes and sees the floor bounce with someone's steps. Her heart beating faster..."What the HELL is going on?"

"What the HELL is going on?"

Adams stopped, knealt down, and allowed Char to clamber out of his grasp. With a shocked and confused look, Char stared at the surroundings. It seemed that she had somehow travelled back to the scientist's quarters.

"Wha... what are..."

Adams placed his hand on the small of Char's back and led her inside.

"What we are doing is finally going to have our dinner, dear nurse. Now come. I am quite famished."

Char looked down at her clothes, which were tattered and ripped in places. Adams did not look much better, covered in grey dust and sweat.

Once inside the room, Adams saw that the Elite he had sent to escort Char in the first place was still there.

"You're still here? You're dismissed."

With a swift move, Adams levelled the pulse rifle and shot the soldier through the torso.

The Elite's head lolled about, eyes open with surprise and consternation, perhaps at being taken unaware.

Char screamed.

"You... MONSTER. What did you do THAT for."

Adams walked to a nearby cabinet and pulled two glasses out, along with a bottle of wine.

"It's vintage Valient wine. Would you care for some."

Char did not reply, choosing to glare Adams.

"Crawford... he was right. You aren't here to research space colonization..."

"Quite right. I am here for other purposes."

"What? DO you mean those things that almost kiled him, and probably on its way to destroying the rest of Nightshade?"

Adams downed his drink, and wiped his lips on his soiled jacket.

"Well... not quite. That's what WY is paying me for... yes. But... I have my own plans, Nurse. Plans that outstrip anything that has ever be done with human genetics...

Plans that involve you, Ms. Char..."

With a smile, Adams raised his left hand and pulled a lever from behind the cabinet. The wall on the opposite side of the room opened and revealed a transportation booth.

The doctor raised his right hand and gestured at Char with the rifle.

"After you..."

Finally the facehugger dropped off the Predator and scurried out of sight, leaving the Pred with the depressing knowledge of what was about to happen to it in a few minutes.

Eventually its time was up and the Pred released an ear shattering roar as it's torso began to bulge from the force of the attempted escape. It flailed frantically in an attempt to stop the alien within it, but it was far too late. Flesh and green blood exploded across the cave as the chestburster emerged with a mighty roar of its own, escaping the warm insides of the now dying Predator.

Now the alien was free, all it needed was time grow..... then the real destruction would begin.

Nothing...there was absolutely nothing in regards to Aliens whatsoever in the sublevel. 232, now annoyed returned to the elevator and made his way back to the top level.

The elevator doors slid open with a ding of the bell and a brief announcement of the level.

232 moved quickly out of the elevator, still in camo-mode as he made his way back from which he had originally come.

"...Plans that involve you, Ms. Char..."

232 paused momentarily as he heard these words. They came from a closed door to his right. The sound of a gun clip was heard as it was loaded into a gun.

232 briefly entertained the idea of creating havoc within the room, but decided against it. He had a hunt to complete, and currently these two humans were not any concern for him.

232 stepped through the main doors of the complex and looked to the direction of which he had come. His ship was out of sight, having been moved somewhere out of reach. Yet, in the same direction was the labryinth of caves.

For some strange reason, 232 felt the need to head directly to the caverns in order to find the Queen.

Out of one of Adam's rooms a long tail emerged. The lights were off and the door ajar. Char's eyes grew as she saw the tail, but didn't warn Adams. The tail wrapped around the doctor's right ankle and pulled. Adams fell to the floor, the rifle sailing across the room, out of reach. He turned to see what had happened, his eyes also grew. Standing in the dark doorway both humans could plainly see a xenomorph.

It had left with it's brother (Squornshelous' Alien) but had taken a different route once inside. It had carefully taken off a cover for the vent in Adams' room and entered.

It hissed at the humans, paying more attention to the helpless Adams. It would toy with him, before bringing him back as a host.


A doctor came to Stillwater.
"Crawford will be fine. A little sick but fine, he should be up within the hour."

OOC: Damn Alien, lol. I'll wait for ATG to post before I figure out a way out of that predicament ;)

The mercenary nodded... His contract was going to increase significantly after this bullshit...

"Keep an eye out..."

Stillwater kicked Simmon's smartgun across the floor to the doctor...

"I'll be back, keep the table warm..."

Stillwater keyed on his comlink...

"Ghost-Dog to WY secuirty..."

Static answered his call...

"Pick the fuck up..."

The screech of an alien intermixed with pulse-rifle fire came over the comm...

"Motherfuckingcocksucker.com... All personnel, the security barracks is compromised, repeat, security barracks is compromised. Hole up somewhere & we'll try to get to you..."

The security advisor made his way to the access lift, then pressed the down button... Skittering noises echoed above him. Stillwater criss-corssed the roof of the lift with rifle-fire as it settled down on the ground floor... Acid-blood burned through the roof...

He stepped off the lift into the hallways of the secuirty barracks, stepping under flickering lights & over mutilated bodies...

"Come out you shiny motherfuckers..."

With the Aliens out and grown they began to collect host. One had already returned with three humans, who were cocconed to the wall and an egg placed in front of each of them. Already the queen had laid over three dozen eggs, and more would come. Her children were already wreaking havoc and collecting more humans.

Bill Evans ran down the hall scared. Some of his friends had been taken by the xenos. He turned and aimed his DE down the hall, the green laser flickering down the dark hall. He didn't see the Alien climb down behind him. Bill turned and screamed as the Alien knocked the pistol from his hands. The creature tackled him and opened it's mouth. The tongue slowly came out, Evans kept screaming, trying to get out. The tongue shot out, punching through the man's skull and brains, the Alien did this four times, exposing the delicous insides.

The Alien continued to eat the human's warm, tender flesh, blood and insides hanging from it's mouth. It's well deserved meal was intruppted by Stillwater's gunfire. It looked up as the human entered the hall. It climbed back on to ceiling and tossed the remains of it's meal at the man and hissed.

OOC: Sorry I missed so much guys. I've been trying to deal with a few personal problems, and, finally, they're over and dealt with, so I can get into this a bit. And thank you very much, Simitar. Conveniently, you have left a place to jump in back at the nest with the three humans. =D

IC:

Quietly, almost meekly, a voice split the thickness of the alien breeding grounds. Incomprehensible, but terrified. A boy, maybe 12, was cocooned to a wall between two older men, both of whom were unconscious as well. He didn't know of his own fate. He had simply woken up where he was, surrounded by brutality of a nature unfamiliar to him.

His chest was burning intensely, and he tried to clasp his hand over the spot in pain, giving up after realizing it wouldn't move. The pain intensified as he looked up at the roof despondingly. Tears rolled down his face as he looked down again, and then choked down a scream of pain from sheer terror, as his chest began to rip open.

Freshly born, so small and harmlessly looking as it crawled forth from the bits of flesh. Rearing itself up as high as it good to observe the surroundings before skittering off towards what appeared to be a walkway out of the lair.

With the complex going to hell in a handbasket and the new commander being what he was. Hunter realized tht he was largely left to his own devices. His squads lieutenant was dead, leaving him in charge. He keyed his radio and barked an order. "Hunter to Squad 9, Lt. Franks is dead. All remaining members get up to medlab as quick as you can." Despite the situation, Hunter felt an obligation to protect the doctors and casualties in medlab. He looked around at the four members of his squad already in the room. "We'll try to hold this place as long as we can. We got to protect the wounded and civ's." The squad began picking up weapons dropped by dead and wounded and then settled down to wait.

Down in the barracks, the six marines who comprised the other half of Squad 9 took off jogging thorugh corridors that would lead them to the lift. A dark shape followed them in a crawlspace above the cieling. With it's specialized vision, the alien could "see" the humans through the cieling. As the humans paused to open a door, it crawled directly over them and hissed softly. WHile the leader of the group punched in a code to open the door. The xenomorph silently removed a panel of the cieling. As the door opened and the marines turned to go, it hung itself down by it's tail and siezed the one at the end of the line. He shouted in panic and by impulse, his finger tightened on the trigger, pumping the man directly in front of him full of lead. The alien quickly pulled back up into the cieling and stung the man with the venom in it's tail. As the gun dropped from his nerveless fingers, the alien took off at top speed through the cieling, narrowly avioding the gunfire from the four remaining marines. It quickly turned off through another passageway and was gone. Squad 9 milled around for a minute, then turned and ran to the lift door.

Crawford opened his eyes slowly. His stomach burned. He heard the gunfire and painfully stood. Crawford was groggy but the sounds of battle woke him up. Picking up fresh fatigues and Armour from a table and grabbing his weapons he stumbled into the main med-lab.

"Corporal. Pull your men out of the subbasements." He grabbed one of the comm sets and put it on his head. "Seal off all lift entrances above sub-level three, seal off all stair entrances to the sub levels. Gents down there. You got ten minutes to get to the lift before all doors it stops at are sealed."

"Sir, you can't do that." a private said.

"Thats were the xenos are coming from, it has to be sealed. Corpral Hunter, organize men to seal off all entrances to the sublevels spare for the lift entrance on the third floor, seal the rest now, I mean every entrance even to the control tower. Place two sentry guns infront of each door and activate them. The Aliens have no other way but to bash through them. Also, seal off all vent to the subbasements. Arm all the civilians that can be armed with Pulse Rifles, flamethrowers, and smartguns. We need everyone."

Crawford was groggy, but his head was straight. He knew help wouldn't come for a while. The USS George Washington was the nearest ship that could reach them, four days away. The only way to evac people was to call down ships from the Washington. They had to hold.

As the four Squad 9 marines arrived on the medlab level. Hunter was waiting for them. "We are sealing off all entrances to the upper levels from the basements." He handed out welding torches. "If you see anything you don't like, shoot first, ask questions later. Sanchez, you're with me. We set out sentry guns at every door. Alright, let's move." As the marines scurried away to their assigned tasks, Hunter couldn't help but worry a bit. If three of the twelve men and women originally in his squad were dead already, there was a real possibility that no one would survive the next four days. He shrugged away his thoughts and slapped the activation button on the first sentry.

The Xenomorph emerged from an outside trapdoor hatch. With the senseless marine cradled in its arms, it ran across the dunes and rocks, arriving at the cave after a few minutes. Going inside, it quickly cocooned the marine to the wall and turned back toward the entrance of the cave.

It was time. The pred-alien was almost fully grown after feeding on some of the few natives creatures it could find within the area, mostly rat like creatures. Now it was big and strong enough to pose a real threat to pred or human alike. Bigger, stronger and smarther that ordinary warriors, the pred-alien's purpose was to cause havoc, destroying the most obvious threats to the hive whilst the others gathered hosts.

The beast shot forth at unbelievable speeds, departing the cave within seconds and out onto the desert plains sprinting at full pace towards the human complex. It could smell blood on the air, most human, yet there were others within the complex. Other aliens, which was of no consequence, but the Predators...

Every minute of the run had contributed to it's blood lust, desperately needing to find something to severe, tear and consume. The pred-alien found its way into one of the cooling vents on the outside of the complex and began following its senses, searching for prey...

232 paused as he sensed the passing of an alien. He switched to alien mode and immediately picked up what it was.

A pred-alien. Moving incredibly fast.

Feeling a surge of bloodlust and hatred for the creature, 232 immediately gave chase to the pred-alien. He would enjoy killing this one, and spilling its blood unto the grey charcoaled desert sands.

As 232 drew closer, he fired a net toward the pred-alien from behind. Instantly it whipped closer and closer to his prey...

OOC: EVER so sorry for no joining in sooner guys, but I've been having internet probs. Luckily, I've fixed these, so lets get busy!

IC: 'Jesus christ, my head!'

Kartion groaned. He opened his eyes slowly, revealing a very blurred corridor (doing this so you guys can help me along, because I dunno how to pick up!). Kartion got off the ground, while feeling around his body, running througha mental checklist.

'Pulse Rifle, check. Ammo for Pulse Rifle, check. Katana's...check (two on his back in a holster). The good stuff (grens, C4's etc.), check. Helmet...obviously. Body armour, christ it's tight!' Kartion paused to adjust his armour. 'Okay, Desert Eagle...check. Ammo for it...yes. Shotgun...check. Combat Knife...check. Lighter... He rumages in his pockets and gets out a lighter and a white box. 'Check! Cigar in my mouth... He takes a cigar out of the white box and puts it in his mouth. 'Check! Alright! he thought.

He lit his cigar, replaced his lighter and cigar box, and unslung his Pulse Rifle. He grinned, and looked around, jsut as his vision started to clear...

(Okay, one of you lead on with this...)

OOC: Still here. waiting for ATG at least one more day.

Tsk tsk. Women... always making you wait ;)

OOC: OH by the way, here's what you need to know about Kartion.


Name: Kartion 'SaberBlade' Nealson Elesto

Age: 34

Species: ...Unknown, but human in appearance.

Gender: Male in appearance.

Height: 6ft "2

Specialities: Jack of all trades, especially good at hand to hand combat and demolition, which he calls 'The good stuff'. Also been known to be excellent at things ;)

Previous Employment: None (Freelancer/Mercenary)

Current Employment: Marine Corps.

Current Assignment: Top Secret Code Red Triple X (cover is working with the Marines assigned to here).

OOC: Sorry about my tardiness. I have been busy with school and clinicals.

IC: Char was unresponisive. The nerve. Something errupted inside her. Was it fear or just shock, she wasn't quite sure. She saw the creature behind Adams, but didn't know how to react. Everything happening right now her mind couldn't process at a normal rate. What exactly did he want with me?

Char backed up against the wall, hoping the creature would just "play" with Adams, until she figured out what she could do.

Tranquilizer? Maybe she had some anethesia she could use on it? Would the dosage be enough though? How much did that guy weigh and would it have the same effects on creatures as it did on humans? I guess there was only one way to find out.

Char slide down the wall and opened her briefcase that had been left in the lab. She unclicked it, her eyes still on the creature and Adams. She opened it and searched for sedation jar. She grabbed a needle and started to draw up the liquid into the syringe.

The Alien stalked around Adams. Snarling and shooting it's tongue out at the man. Enjoying his fear, maybe he wouldn't bring him back as a host, maybe have him for a meal. It moved on it's hind legs it's claws twitching. The Alien turned and spit a small amount of it's acidic blood onto the rifle's barrel. The barrel melted and became useless. It took little notice of Char, have both humans for food, one for him, one for his Queen.

The Alien's tail lashed out and and grabbed Char's ankle. It pulled, knocking the woman to the ground, but the syringe survived. The Alien walked up to her and sniffed. The Queen would enjoy her. It turned back to Adams, each time the man got up the Alien would pounce, knocking him over, cutting him, drawing blood. The Alien was enjoying himself. Adams was helpless, no Marines or W-Y security would come to his aid, not after what he had done to thier friends.

Crawford noticed something. Stillwater wasn't there. He grabbed a motion tracker and went to one door that hadn't been sealed. The merc might still be down there.
"Give me 15, no more, no less. If I'm not out, seal the door."
Crawford turned on the flashlight he had attached to his gun and the tracker. He decended down into the abyss.

OOC: Still expecting someone to reply to my post!

Char gasped as she fell to the ground. Adrenalin kicked in, just like me a victum came into the ER. Not being able to figure out in advance what to do, until the moment comes. She layed on the cold metal ground. Surprised at how actually clean it was in here compared to her own tattered outfit, what a shame, it was one of her favorites.

Char watched as the alien tortured Adams. This was only her chance to make things happen, weither she would die or live. Really if she did live what would happen to her anyway? She slide across the floor on her hands and knees. Very quietly, she preped the needle, shooting alittle liquid out, thinking why would she do that. She was a nurse and she did care. Air bubbles would kill it. Seconds later she flips her wrist and struck the alien's skin and pushed the liquid in. Things would be okay in seconds, well less than ten. One...two...three...four....

The small alien scuttled out of the cave into a bright light, causing it to emit a sharp squeal. It's vision readjusted to the new environment, and it poised itself, almost with personality, to look at it's surroundings. Off in the distance, a compound stood against the horizon. A breeze stirred the air, blowing from the direction of the compound to the lair. The alien's senses twitched in anticipation.

Blood lay thick ahead, and several of its own kind... and something or somethings that the alien couldn't identify. They each reeked of death, but both of a different form, one seemingly familiar, and yet, entirely foreign.

No matter. The creature darted across the land several yards and stopped. Off to its right, something stirred. The creature darted, and the small shrub where the noise had come from trembled. A minute later, the alien emerged again, stained red at the jaws.

A private hauling a box holding a pair of sentry guns, spotted Kartion smoking a cigar.
"Hey asshole. Help with this man, we got fucking xenos coming in. Gotta get this to the lift entrance on level 4."

The syringe burned into nothing as the acid blood struck it after the injection. The Alien's tail lashed back, striking Char in the side, sending her into the wall. The Alien roared angerliy at the woman as it advanced. Char had miscalculated. After ten seconds the Alien was still standing. But it began to stumble, as though lightly drunk, that was all. It pounced missing her by inches crashing in to the bathroom. It slowly got up, ready to kill her and Adams. It's tail lashed angerly out, striking the close button, shutting the door, trapping the Alien. It began to ram the door, it's metal bending inwards.

Crawford moved through the lower levels, his flashlight moved eerily over the blood stained walls. He passed pieces of humans every so often. He had ten minutes left. He keyed his mike.
"Stillwater, where are you?"

Thump, the sound of her thin body smacking against the wall. She clutched her right arm, hoping that she only bruised it. She flexed it and winced in pain. The syringe had worked and the alien had locked himself behing the bending metal. She walked over to were Adams was.

She reached him with her left arm and held him against her body. "I think we have more things to worry about. I doubt your plan is going to go through." Silently she wished she had no sympathy for others, but knew it wasn't true. Now, she would find this Crawford and talk to him. She just didn't know who to trust.

The Alien burst out of the thin door. The shiny black head turned to face her as the lips curled back in a snarl. The mouth opened as the tongue came out.

Jack Romero, a civilan carring a pulse rifle walked into the room.
"Hey..AHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed as the Alien pounced on him, his rifle skidding towards Char. The man's screams filled the air as the Alien ripped him apart. Blood splattered across the room as Romero's instines also took to the air, striking Char in the stomach. The Alien ripped open his gut, Romero's intestines, liver, stomach fell out of the hole along with pools of blood as the Alien attacked the man.

After posting patrols to keep an eye out for any attempted break-in by xenomorphs, Hunter went to personally wait by the last door. He knew this was a dumb idea, if the aliens arrived here before the 15 minutes was up, he would probably die. But he wanted to oversee the door to make sure nothing went wrong. He heard a marine yelling behind him. ". . . justwhat the hell did you think you were doing there?" Glad for something to take his mind off the search for Stillwater, he walked over. "What's the problem here?"
"This jerkoff was sitting in the corridor smoking a fucking cigar!"
"Calm down private," Hunter turned to the other marine, "What's your name and what's your excuse for slacking soldier?" While listening to the response, he glanced at his watch. Crawford had 9 minutes left.

The Xenomorph ran back outside of the cave and headed back toward the complex. As it was about to reach the buildings, it spotted 232 and the predalien. Instantly recognizing the deadly enemy, it hissed softly and crawled slowly forward, keeping cover between it and the predator, as it snuck forward to a low ridge directly behind 232. It prepared to attack, bringing its legs up underneath itsself to spring.

Adams, looked up and Char, and smiled weakly. Romero's intestines dripped over he and her, but he did not care.

He noticed that she had beautiful eyes. Unscientific, but even he was not unassailable to the charms of a woman.

"My plan... my plan is almost completed, dear Char, and I now know for sure that you are the right lady for it.

"Forgive me."

With a motion, Adams, pulled free his left arm, and injected a syringe he had kept hidden in his sleeve. With a slow motion, and eyes that seemed to demand why, Char fell unconcious into Adams arms once more.

Adams quickly hustled into the still open Teleporter doors, and keyed in for them to close. The Alien turned, and charged teh door, but was too slow.

The lift moved sideways, and then down, and then sideways again.

Soon, they would arrive at their final destination, in a complex far beneath Nightshade. Where Adams could finish his vision of perfection.

With the help of Char...

The pred-alien's senses picked up the faint noise of the net gun mechanism as 232 fired at him. Lightning quick agility sent it flying through the air, putting more distance between itself and 232 as it dodged the net. Spinning around, the PA took in the sight of a heavily armed Predator standing behind it.

A menacing snarl escaped the PA's slimy jaws as it watched 232, ready to strike at any moment. Its tail hovered slowly above its head, ready to strike with unmeasurable speed if 232 drew too close. As it sized up the Predator, the PA noticed another alien approached from behind and unleashed another roar. This Pred would make a good meal...

OOC: Thanks for continuing my post.

IC: Kartion looked up at Hunter, recognising him immediately.

"Hey Hunter. It's me, Kartion Elesto, er...Lt. 2nd Grade. And I ain't slacking off sir, I just woke up here. I guess I've been out for a while, looking a the ing state of this place. So tell me, what the hell is going on!?!" he asked.

OOC: Oops! Hunter is a corporal!

Hunter straightened up as he recognized Kartion. "Sorry Lieutenant, chain of command's breaking down and I thought I was the senior officer up here. We have xenomorphs and predators on the loose. We don't know where the xeno's are nesting, but they're attacking here in numbers. We've sealed off this level except for one door, Captain Crawford's down there looking for Stillwater and his mercs." Hunter glanced at his watch. "We're gonna seal the door in 7 minutes whether he's back here or not, his own orders." Hunter turned and walked back over to the door. He peered out, shining a flashlight down into the blackness, "Hurry up man."


The xeonmorph sprung from behind the ridge and sprinted at top speed toward 232, letting out a bone chilling screech. If it could have smiled, it would have, as it saw the predator turn to meet this new threat. It screeched again, and about five meters from 232, it seemed to turn in midair and leaped away at an unpredictable angle, coming to a stop about 20 meters from the pred. It crouched and snarled at 232.

"What!?!" Kartion almost shouted. He shot up immediately and peered into the darkness. "Crawford's down there with Predators and Xenomorphs runnin' around!?! What is that man thinking?" he said.

With a smack of his helmet, his helmet activated, it's displays' playing before his eyes, his helmet flashlight activated. Kartion watched them, and then checked his rifle was loaded, before turning to Hunter.

"Hunter, gather up two more men and get them down here now, we're gonna find that crazy f**k and get him back..."

Adams squinted as the guidelights on the walls of the transport tube winked past, teasing him, as if to say that they knew a secret he was not privy to.

He looked down at the still form of Nurse Char, and smiled. No. He held all the cards this time. No one knew what he knew.

No one knew what he held down in the Omega Chamber, as he aptly named it. But he supposed it was time to let the rest of humanity in on his... secret.

The lift slowed, and then finally stopped. The doors automatically opened, revealing a room filled with charts, readouts and various paraphenalia of the Alien species.

In the centre of the room sat a chair with arm and leg restraints. In front of that sat a medium-sized Grey box, cold, sterile steel.

A readout on the front of the box flashed as the motion detectors set off the lights in the large chamber.

QUEEN AT 95%. QUEEN AT 95%. QUEEN AT...

With a whistle in his voice, Adams gently laid Char into the chair. He secured her legs and arms in the straps,and turned to check the box.

QUEEN AT 95%. QUEEN AT 95%. QUEEN AT...

QUEEN AT 96%. QUEEN AT 96%. QUEEN AT...

Adams laughed, a giddy shrill laugh, like a child on Christmas Morn. He pulled yet another syringe out of his tattered jacket and squirted out the air bubbles.He then pressed it to Char's neck, and brushed away some stray hair from her face. He waited for her to awake from the sedation.

She was beautiful, and she was perfect.

She would be perfect.

QUEEN AT 96%. QUEEN AT 96%. QUEEN AT...

"Wait a minute Lieutenant, Crawford gave specific orders for no one to come down after him. He said it was only worth risking one man."
"I don't care," Kartion looked Hunter in the eye. "I'm going down there after him, with or without you."
Muttering about crazy men who sleep through half a battle and then launch rescues, Hunter checked the loads on his pulse rifle and sidearm and followed Kartion down the stairs. Another marine followed them into the darkeness.


OOC: Hope you don't mind me anticipating Kartion's response.

OOC: You did so just fine, although Kartion's prone to swear at the best of times ;)

IC: Kartion took point. His eyes flicking intently, he constantly searched the corridor for any signs of Predators or Aliens. When it was all clear, Kartion gestured to Hunter, and continued down the corridor...

OOC: sorry, this won't be that great, but I'm still in evacuation from campus, so the post won't be that great.

IC:
232 roared in response, twice to the predalien, and then froze completely still as it felt the chills run through its body.

Another alien...

232 turned and fired a net toward the xenomorph...

OOC: Okay, I'm gonna link this post to yours Tarlachia.

IC: Kartion froze as he heard the Predator's roar, and for a second, his hair flared up (look at his bio and notice this guy isn't human) and turned snakelike. Kartion cursed and forced his hair to morph back, hoping Hunter didn't notice. Either way, Kartion closed his eyes, and then felt the Predator a few corridors down, with a couple of Xeno's...

"Hunter! It came from down here! Lets go!" Kartion shouted. Before Hunter could reply, Kartion ahd already started to run around the corner...

OOC: Outer Heaven, I've said this several times in the sign-up RP, there are only humans, xenomorphs, and Predators.

IC:

The Alien stared at where he saw the humans disapper. It struck the wall, and began trying to bash his way in.

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Crawford moved down the tunnel, the tracker giving off a slight thump each time, never the ping of movement. He was losing time.
"Sir, you have three minutes left." a marine said near the door which he had entered a few minutes before.
"Close the door, but don't seal it, by itself it'll hold the xenos." Crawford told the man on the other side.
"Yes sir."

The only exit was shut and the marines waited, wondering what was happening.

Crawford moved carefully, PING!. The tracker picked something up. The light on his gun showed a xeno running down the hall. PING!PING!PING!PINPINPINPING!
"DIE FUCKER!"
The pulse rifle's counter went from 99 to 87 rounds and Crawford opened fire with several accurate burst. The Alien had stood to pounce and had taken all the rounds, it screeched as it's arms, body, and head were ripped apart by the powerful 10mm shells, it's yellow acidic blood splattered across the walls and floor, melting everything it touched.

Crawford moved around the dead creature, making sure his boots didn't touch the yellow intrails that were coming out of a massive hole in it's stomach. He opened a door and walked into a barrack. The door hissed shut behind him. He moved through the bloodstained room the motion tracker picking nothing up.

A pale, 8 fingered hand-like spider with a long tail slowly moved behind the marine........

OOC: Oops sorry Simitar!

i think avp is a really cool movie but when does it apear in romania cose i really want to see it :sniper: :mp5: zbye bye

OOC: Random, anyway, who's gonna post next? I'm jsut here...waiting...being bored...yeah.............................................................*sighs*

OOC: Badly disguised BuMp

A slight flutter of her eyelids could indicate to anyone watching her that the sedation was wearing off. IT be a good thing too because he overdosed her and she past-out. Sedation in the right does would be proper to calm an unruly person, not render them unconcious. Char rolled her head from side to side. Hope it wouldn't turn into a headache that would be a real bitch of one.

Her eyes opened quickly when she realized she couldn't move her legs or her wrists. She looked down and groggily noticed their were restraints being used on her. She looked up at Adams.

"I hope you got a consent form from the doctor for this."

A single sigh. A single tear. Her single life would be over soon, at least that is what she hoped from the sounds coming from the metal box'x computer voice.

OOC: Could everyone hold off on posting for a while to let everyone, who seems to of gone missing, or is unable to post right now get a chance?

Crawford got up off the floor. He had been been there for god knows how long. He decided to get out of there. Stillwater was a professional and could handle himself. Several minutes later he appeared at the door.
"Hey, some fellas went in after you." A burly civ with a flamethrower said. "And a private came by to say that they finally tallied the missing people, 78 in all."
"Dammit." Crawford then spoke into his mike. "Everyone down there get the hell out, get the hell out! We got a shit full of xenos bearing down on this place and that is the only place they can get in."
"When they all get out, seal it."

Crawford moved towards Adams room. A pool of blood slowly exited from the open doorway and he heard the snarls of a pissed off Alien. Getting the grenade launcher set he rounded the corner and fired before getting back.

The Alien spun around and took the greande in the the chest. It's arms flew out and slapped against the wall, while it's head was torn backwards, sending Alien insides and acidic blood over the room.

Crawford moved carefully into the smoking and desintagrating room. The Alien blood and bored through the door, revealing the lift tunnel. Though the lift was deep down Crawford slung his rifle around himself and carefully began to go from metal support bar to support bar, wondering where Char and Adams were, and why he had woken up on the barrack floor.

Even reacting as fast as it could, the xenomorph couldn't completely avoid the net, fired from so close. Its hind legs became entangled, and as the net began to tighten, it screeched in pain. However, the instant the net began to cut through the xeno's skin, the acidic blood inside went to work. The net fell in pieces to the ground, leaving the alien with little more than a pattern of wounds on its legs. It rose and faced the predator once again, this time, backing off to a more prudent distance.

OOC: I'll hold off on RPing more of Hunter until MS can post.

OOC: Outer Heaven...232 and the two aliens are not in the complex. Just RP that your sense of direction was messed up or something and come out of the complex. We're not that far from it.

IC:
232 didn't waste time as the xeno struggled to free itself from the net. With quick movements, 232 pulled out one of the prototype laser grenades stolen from the complex and set the timer at five seconds before releasing it toward the small xenomorph. The grenades had proven to be quite dangerous in the complex against humans, but now he would learn their use against aliens... 232 then turned immediately and charge with a ferocious roar, extracting the dual arm swords and swinging them in a scissor-like fashion, aiming to decapitate the first alien...

The alien backflipped behind a boulder as it spotted the laser grenade, which exploded an instant later. The rock the xeno crouched behind exploded, sending bits of shrapnell everywhere. Several pieces cut into the alien, including one that cut a long thin slice down the end of its tail. The alien slowly regained its footing and ran to the aid of its brother.

The PA watched quietly as 232 began engaging the other alien, leaving it unnoticed. Slowly moving into an ideal position, the PA cocked its tail and prepare for a strike into 232's back.

With a might roar, the PA launched itself forward with the aid of powerful hind legs, aiming directly for 232, claws outstretched. The PA knew this Predator would hear it, but it wouldn't be quick enough to get out of the way. It wanted to play with this one, toy with it until it finally became bored.

The PA landed upon the Pred with a heavy thud and brought its tail around to strike.

The Queen hissed, several of her children had found the evil being called Predator. If 232 had entered it would be greeted by a sight that would disturb anyone. The Queen's new chamber, and half the old chamber where covered in eggs and dead host.

Crawford continued down the shaft, carefully moving from support bar to bar. I don't think this was in the original plan. Crawford continued to decend.

QUEEN AT 96%. QUEEN AT 96%. QUEEN AT...

"I hope you got a consent form from the doctor for this."

Adams looked down at Char and almost made a move to free the woman. But he had enough resolve to ignore his feelings of pity.

Just enough.

The scientist slowly moved his hand to gently wipe the tear away from the nurse's cheek. It left a smear of dirt on the woman's face.

"Char... your life is not forfeit. What I do right now is for the greatness, the advancement of mankind.

And I do it for you."

Adams left Char's side and pressed a button on the side of the steel box. A whoosh of compressed air escaped, sighing with relief as the box lifted itself up, and into the hands of Adam.

Inside was a sight that took Char's breath away, at least, she feared that it would.

It was a pulsing, throbbing egg sac, one which Char... sort of recognized. She had read up on all of the current files on the Aliens, but this one looked... different.

It was larger than a normal egg, about twice the size. Its color was a sickly red, and it was transparent, showing off its resident for all to see.

“How long has it been that mankind has been looking to the stars, Char? Centuries? Millennia’s? Longer? We’ve searched for life on other planets, perhaps to justify our own existence in the big scheme of things.

We say to ourselves, ‘Why are we here? Why do I exist? Am I the only one that thinks, feels, like I do?

Why do I feel, think like I do…’”

Adams paused for a moment, and sat down on the table beside the egg, across from Char.

QUEEN AT 96%. QUEEN AT 96%. QUEEN AT...

QUEEN AT 97%. QUEEN AT 97%. QUEEN AT...

He looked down at the readout, and then back up at Char, who flexed her hands as if to try and snap her bonds. Yet, she did not look any more frightened than she did before.

Perhaps a little more angry, and yet curious. Still, she remained silent, prodding Adams to continue.

“Tell me Char, do you believe in Fate and Destiny?”

Char looked up. “Don’t you mean, Fate or Destiny? They’re the same thing.”

“No, actually, they aren’t. They are two very different, yet inter-woven entities that govern how life plays out.

Fate… is what life gives us. The cards we are dealt, the little, every day happenings we are forced to make face come from fate.”

Adams looked down at the alien egg, and continued.

“I think that when that first ship encountered the Alien species, it was fate. Kismet, Karma. Fate had decided to throw us one hell of a curveball in the form of the Aliens.”

QUEEN AT 97%. QUEEN AT 97%. QUEEN AT...

“But what was the reason for us encountering them all those years ago? Surely not just as a reminder that somewhere, there is something bigger than us humans. Of course not.

But it has just taken us so long, scientists so long to realize the potential that the relationship between our two species could have. That was our manifest destiny, Char. That was mine.”

Adams got up off the table and walked around the room, looking at his charts and readouts. “It took years and years to arrive where I am, Char. My research alone was not enough to get me my own operation, at least one far enough away from W-Y heads to be able to do what I needed to do.

But I did it. I strove hard, and worked at it, until I finally made it to LV-367.”

Char looked at Adams. “Please, get to the point. What is this… destiny you’re talking about?”

“I’m just about there, Char. Anyways, LV was established, and it was established with the knowledge of the Alien colony nearby. Which was good, because I needed… test subjects.”

“Subjects for what?” said Char.

Adams smiled. “For human-alien symbiosis.”

“WHAT?”

“Symbiosis. I have finally developed and perfected a serum that will allow an alien to join a human and to allow him or her to gain certain strengths. Heightened strength, speed, hearing – all of our senses will be augmented safely through the alien that will permanently be housed within the chest, just like all others.”

Adams reached over and caressed the steel box. “You will be the first of millions who will be able to live a better life; Char. Mankind will truly achieve our next level of evolution.

This is our destiny, Char. Yours and mine.”

QUEEN AT 98%. QUEEN AT 98%. QUEEN AT...

“I hope you understand, Char. You will understand. Not too long now…”

Kartion cursed. He was lost, Hunter was nowhere to be seen, and he could hear noises from up ahead. Grunting, Kartion hefted his flashlight, and started to walk on...

"You sick perverted son of a bitch." Adams turned and saw Crawford's fist smash into his face. He had just arrvied by climbing through an access hatch in the elevator. He went over to Char and blasted away her restraints with the pulse rifle. Crawford handed her his Desert Eagle and several magaizines.
"Get to the elevator close the door, and wait for me. If I don't make it, get the fuck out and tell Stillwater about this place."

Crawford turned back to Adams as he got off the floor. Adams found the pulse rifle leveled at his chest.
"As for you."

His hand moved up the rifle to the grenade launcher and shifted it's aim to the box. Crawford looked at Adams and smiled.
"Give me a damn good reason you prick why I should spare your life and the life of your 'pet'?"

Adams held his hands up as Crawford aimed the grenade launcher at the Queen egg.

Queen at 98%. Queen at 98%. Queen at...

"You know, Crawford. All my life, I've had to deal with thugs like you. They think that I'm some 98 pound nerd who stays holed up in my lab.

But they were wrong. You're wrong. And once my process is finished, no one will ever push me around again."

With a swift crescent kick, Adams kicked the rifle out of Crawford's hand.

"Karate. Third dunn. How's that for a reason."

Adams charged Crawford, while yelling at Char.

"Don't leave, nurse. This will only take a moment..."

Queen at 98%. Queen at 98%. Queen at...

OOC: I'm bored...

IC: Kartion heard some yelling. He ran ariund until he entered some sort of secret room. There was a damaged/forcefully opened lift door. Kartion stuck his head through.

He cursed, and removed his head from the hole.

"Long drop..." he muttered. He got some absailing equipment, and activating the magnetic clamps, sttached them to the wall. Kartion stepped through the hole, checked the line was fully secure, and began to descend...

Char remained still and quiet. Taking in all of this information set her body into shock and crisis, it was that she was familar with this that she stabilized her body. Otherwise she could have died. Or maybe she should. What exactly will I be if this alien is in me? Will I still be me or will the alien take over. And why me, he said I was perfect, but for what reasons. Is this Crawford my help or will he be too late?

Char yelled back, anger bursting from her lips, "Why me, why am I perfect for this?"

Char yelled back, anger bursting from her lips, "Why me, why am I perfect for this?"

Kartion was half way, when he hear Char yell. He sighed, and started absailing down faster...

40 feet to go...

Stillwater's burst caught the alien across the elongated head, ripping most of it away... It dropped & thrashed around on the floor for a few moments...

"Waddya want, dammit? I'm busy..."

Stillwater keyed back, not in the mood for Crawford's bullshit... He had things to kill... Two more aliens skittered across the floor towards him, which he disposed of with a well-placed rifle grenade... The pump-action echoed through the empty halls as a smoking casing hit the metallic floor with a soft plink...

"Who's your daddy, motherfuckers?"

He headed off down the hall, snatching a second pulse rifle from the hands of a face-hugged marine. Stillwater then fired a long burst into the flinching man's chest, then a shorter one into the face-hugger... About that time an Alien ponuced on him, sending him to the floor...

Both rifles slid out of his grasp... There was no other choice... He ducked under the flailing claws, slamming a powerful pair of body uppercuts into the exoskeleton of the critter, followed with a sharp side-thrust into the same general area... It had little effect, other than making his hands sting.

The whipping tail caught him in the chest as the kick landed, cracking his body armor & sending the mercenary sprawling... His hand went for the Springfield M1911 under his left arm. He caught the alien with a three-round burst as it lunged towards him. Acidic blood spilled everywhere as he struggled to his feet, narrowly evading a splash of the corrosive substance.

He holstered the pistol & retrieved the pair of pulse-rifles from the floor...

This was suicide... He headed for the lift...

Stillwater punched the up button...

No effect...

His burst that killed the alien above him had broken the elevator cable. Stillwater, cursing with every word in the english language & a few foreign ones, kicked in the access cover & began the long climb to the top of the shaft...

"Ghost-Dog to Crawford... Comin' up... Secure lift 3..."

Hunter ran down a hallway at top speed. He'd been seperated from Kartion and was now being pursued by three or four xeno's. Pausing at a corner, he fired from his hip, bringing one of the aliens down. Suddenly, the cieling collapsed and an alien burst through. He dove backwards and blasted its head apart, but flying acid landed on his helmet and radio unit.
"Holy fuck!"
He ripped it from his head and threw it down the hallway. He had no idea where Crawford, Stillwater or anyone else was and just wanted to get back upstairs. He armed a grenade and dropped it before running on. Moments later, he was satisfied to hear an alien's scream mixed with the explosion. He skidded around the final corner and made a sprint for the lift door. About fifteen meters from the open acces hatch, another xenomorph burst from the cieling and tackled him. The impact sent both of them sliding into the wall and Hunter's pulse rifle skidded into the lift shaft and fell like a rock. Hunter intstantly pulled his handgun and tried to poibnt the muzzle at the alien's head. It was sitting on top of him trying to sting him. Its tail glanced off Hunter's chest plate and its tongue stopped and inch from his face. Hunter got his right hand on its neck and pushed its head back a few centimeters.
"Eat this you ugly bitch," he snarled as he brought his gun to bear on the xeno's face.
However, the alien was smart, and it slapped the gun out of his hand. With his options running out and the alien grasping both of his shoulders, Hunter pulled his bowie knife. He brought it up and plunged it into the side of the xeno's head, immediately letting go and rolling away as the alien reeled backwards. He pulled off his acid-covered breastplate as the xeno rolled around across the hall. He quickly picked up his handgun and put three rounds int the alien. Then, he sprinted to the lift and began climbing, He glanced at his watch: 45 seconds left.

Crawford took the full effect of Adams' attack. Crawford pulled out his knife and held it in his right hand while keeping his left free, his armour would protect him from many of Adams' attacks. Crawford smiled as he heard Stillwater.
"Roger Stillwater. We got most exits sealed. Hope everyone is out. You're in charge for the moment, I gotta take out some trash."

Crawford looked at Adams as both men moved in a circle like gladiators of old. Though his marine armour looked bulky, it was light, flexable, while still staying strong. He darted forward and swung his knife, cutting Adam's arm, the wound wasn't deep, but it showed Crawford had the upper hand.
"I've had to deal with fucks like you Adams. You all think alike, we can tame this xenos, make them work for us. Bring them back to Earth. My friend, if one thing gets back on Earth, mankind is doomed. We would be the endagered species."

"Get the fuck outa here!" He bellowed at Char his eyes never leaving Adams.

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A security man helped Stillwater up.
"Good to see you sir. If there is noone else we'll seal it."

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Inside the hanger, the mechanics worked furiously to get the two last dropships able to get into space and meet help when it would arrive. There were also a fair amount of civs in an adjacent room. The xenos had found a way into the massive room. Noone heard the screams as men, women, and children were carted away as host.

A security man helped Stillwater up.
"Good to see you sir. If there is noone else we'll seal it."


Hunter heard voices above him as he climbed. He glanced up and saw someone climbing out of the shaft onto the floor. Suddenly afraid of being left behind, he shouted, "Hold the door till I get up there!"

232 heard the roar of the PA beside him and quickly moved into action. The scissor attack had failed, but he wasn't about to give up just yet. All around him the world seemed to move in slow motion as he swung his wrist-swords in an double arc around. One was aimed at the chest of the PA, and the other toward the dangerous tail and legs.

232 released a thundering roar, echoing across the land like a stampede of anger.

The PA landed upon him, but not before taking both sword blades painfully. The tail became completely severed as the blade bit cleanly through. The chest of the PA oozed acidic blood that began to spill upon the armor of 232. With a growl, 232 quickly threw the PA off him with his legs, strong enough to launch the PA into the air and landing nearly 45 feet away. 232 stood, somewhat unsteadily, yet still quite determined. His claws cut and peeled off the section of his armor where the acid-blood was burning through.

232 heard the sqeal of the xeno. Damn, it had survived the grenade.

Must not have taken a direct hit...

With another ferocious roar, 232 pulled out his combistick and swung with ferocity toward the xenomorph. The combistick moved with incredible speed and accuracy, directly throwing the lightweight xeno toward the PA.

232 used these few seconds of confusion to camouflage and move with speed toward the complex. Soon enough, he left the two aliens in his dust...

~~~~~

Once again, 232 found himself moving stealthily into the complex this time searching for the queen. Something was peculiar about this queen, and he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

Or was it the queen he should be focused upon? He didn't have time to think about it as he heard a voice cursing as it yelled at another.

"Get the fuck outa here!"

232 stood just outside the room where he had heard the voice coming from. A woman stumbled out the door only to collide heavily into the camouflaged predator. 232 appeared visibly before the woman known as Char and growled menacingly. Yet...something seemed...off about this one.

With a strong grip, 232 hoisted Char up and headed further into the base. He would find out what was so peculiar about this one, why she seemed different from the rest of the humans in the base...

Adams felt the blade slice into his arm, not deep, yet enough to make it near-useless in a fight.

"Get the fuck outa here!"

Adams turned his head and watched as the mechanoid Predator swept Char up and away.

Suddenly, an alarm blared throughout the room, emanating from the steel box.

Queen at 99%. Queen at 99%. Queen at 99%. Queen at 99%.

Adams screamed in frustration. So close, and yet so far...

"Why can't you see the aliens for the beautiful entities they really are? Why? WHY?"

We would be the endagered species? Crawford - people like you are already dead..."

With a spinning roundhouse, Adams kicked Crawford square in the chest, knocking him down. With his good arm, Adams grabbed the steel box and ran to the end of the room. Knocking aside a desk, Adams revealed a control panel, and punched in a coordinate.

Earth.

"See you around, Chief. One day you all will see how great I really was."

With that, a door swooshed open, and Adams steeped into the small pod.




Thirty seconds later, a small ship escaped the pull of gravity of LV-367, far enough and too fast for any ship in the immediate are to follow...

The PA screeched in pain as the blades severed its lethal tail and pierced flesh, spilling acidic blood. This Pred was much stronger than the PA had anticipated. It landed with a hard thud upon the desert ground, still in shock from attack.

Staggering to its feet, the PA managed to slide out of the was as the Xeno was launched at it, yet it was too slow to follow the Pred. For now it would heal up for a bit, then it would have vegence upon the filthy Predator.

"FUCK!" Crawford smacked his hand against an alarm switch. The klaxon began to blare as he escaped Adam's chamber and ran to the control room. He passed Hunter and Stillwater on his way up.
"Follow me, we got big fucking problems."

Inside the control room Crawford began sending and reciving messages from high command.
"Adams is taking a sealed box to Earth, containing an Queen's egg. It is a four week journey to Earth, a little pod like that, should be longer. He is heading on a course with the Odessyous. The flight crew is being wakened up from cryo sleep to blast him out of space. Every marine craft is now being divereted to intercpet his ship. The Army and Marines have begun drawing up plans to strom Weyland-Yutani's HQ in LA."

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The walls were covered in bodies. Long, black, xenomorphs began to move to thier queen. She was nearly ready for the finally series of attacks.

She yelled back at Crawford, "Ya know I would love to get out of here, but it seems I am tied up."

Moments later she was in the arms of a Prediator. Great, just what I need. She didn't squirm, at least she would die and not be subjected to Adam's plan. She saw the retreating Adams and yelled, "You sick fuck, I would rather be food for this thing than be your damn experiment."

Still death scared her....

Hunter heard voices above him as he climbed. He glanced up and saw someone climbing out of the shaft onto the floor. Suddenly afraid of being left behind, he shouted, "Hold the door till I get up there!"

Stillwater waved the man away, hauling himself up the final few inches...

"Who the...?"

He poked his head back down the shaft...

"Get your ass up here Marine before I gun you down myself! Move like you got a purpose!"

If it hadn't been for that murder charge, Stillwater would have made a fine DI...

232 entered and scanned the residence room before tossing the lightweight Char onto the nearby bed. With a growl, he indicated that she not move, under pain of injury.

232 poked his head out the door once more and saw that the coast was clear. No one was nearby, human or otherwise.

With another glance toward Char, he suddenly disappeared from view as he merged perfectly with the surroundings. If someone came, they wouldn't know where he was, and if not, 232 would just keep a close watch upon the woman.

It was only a matter of time until her little secret would make itself known to the Predator...

OOC: To everyone RPing in AVP. The RP is nearing the massive battle scene at the end. So it won't last much longer than a few more pages. I'm very pleased what has happened, a interesting twist or two. So everyone get ready for a big battle.

OOC: I guess no-one noticed me...

IC: "Wait for me!" Kartion shouted. He fired his grapple gun up to the top, and started to climb up...

Crawford remembered Char. Dear God. He grabbed his rifle and ran like a man with the devil at his heels. He skidded to a stop when he saw Hunter and Stillwater helping Kartion out of the shaft. When he was out men moved in and sealed it. He walked up to them. He had seen Kartion around and figured him one of Stillwater's mercs.

"Gents, just got fresh news from sensors. Xenos are swarming on this place. Stillwater, get your men ready and set defensive postitions in the hanger. Hunter, since you're about one the last live NCOs, you're now acting Sargent Major. If you don't like it then go fuck yourself. Get your men to secure the halls leading to the control tower. Kartion...make yourself useful. Help is a few hours away, the ship that brought me in is moving at full speed to get us. Move gents."

He rushed back to Adam's room. He took the lift down and ren to the hall he saw Char disapper. He rushed down the hall looking for xenos. He opened a door and saw her on the bed.
"Char."

He rushed to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Thank..."
The next thing he knew he was flung across the room and smacked against the wall. He stood and looked at his attacker, the Predator, uncloaked. Show yourself. As though 232 could read his mind the Predator removed his mask. Crawford looked at the mandablies as they twitched. He grabbed a fire axe off the wall, his rifle was lying next to Char.

"COME AND GET ME YOU UGLY SON OF A BITCH!"

The klaxons began to blare as the Aliens broke through.

Char watched in horror as she saw impending doom stalk closer to Crawford.

Perfect match...repeated in her head. And what would they do if I was not here. There must be a reason why the predator did not kill me and why Adams did not kill me and why Crawford did not kill me.

She picked up the rifle. She stared at it. Making her mind up as she grabbed it. She could not kill someone else, but she could not lead to the destruction of people. She would not play God, but she could control herself.

She placed the end of the barrel on her head and pulled the trigger....

Kartion was on the move, when he heard a recogniseable sound...

A Pulse Rifle...

"F**k! Crawford!" Kartion shouted. He ran back down the route he'd taken, and then went down the corridor Crawford had gone down. He ended up at Adam's room, and took the lift nearby...

As the lift went down, Kartion checked the ammo meter on his rifle, and then, he holstered it. Call it a gut feeling, but Kartion had a good idea of what was down there. The fact it wasn't screaming helped. And so, Kartion, closed his eyes, sighed, and his hands went behind his head. They gripped two familiar hilts, and with a slight screech, Kartion pulled out two Katana's. He knew, that a Pulse Rifle wouldn't do much against a Predator, even up close. He'd have to fight it melee style. The lift shuddered, and opened up, into the hall...

Crawford watched in horror as Char shot herself. One shell, that is all it took.
"NO!"

He had been so close to save her, get her off this god forsaken rock to the ship, safe in cryo sleep, four weeks back to Earth and saftey, each time he was thwarted by that piss Adams or this ugly thing in front of him.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" He cried as he swung the axe towards the Predator.

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Kartion barely got off the lift when an Alien loomed several meters in front of him. The lips curled back as the creature snarled, slime oozed out of it's mouth as it quickly advanced.

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All across the compound humans put up defensive postitions behind sentry guns, and whereever they could find cover, as hundreds of Aliens poured out of every nook and cranny.

"Oh no you don't..." Kartion hissed.

He jumped towards the Alien, twisted in mid-air, sliced it in half, and rolled away. Getting up, he checked the swords were okay, and then continued on...

OOC: Badly disgused Bump

Stillwater stood between a pair of sentry guns, amongst a throng of Marines & security personnel. Everything was ready, all they had to do was hold the hangar long enough to get everyone out.

The way Stillwater saw it, the more people who died, the fewer they'd have to evac. He had a pulse rifle in each hand, not the most accurate configuration, but it did give him a much higher rate of fire & ammo capacity.

The sturdy hangar doors buckled under the force of the oncoming aliens...

"Positions, people... Take aim!"

The doors gave way, letting loose a flood of shiny black chitin...

"Fire!"

Everyone opened up, and greenish acid blood spattered everywhere, eating through the walls, floor, and ceiling. Their wave of lead wasn't enough to stem the flood of xenomorphs, though... Many began to fall, cut to shreds by friendly fire or sharp alien claws...

Stillwater's pulse rifles alternated between pitches as he shifted his aimpoint from alien to alien. The ammo counters rapidly began to scroll down...

87...

63...

42...

232 watched with no emotion as the woman shot herself at point blank range to her own head.

Too bad. Oh well...

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" cried Crawford, swinging his axe with malicious intent.

232's uncovered face scrunched into fury as he sidestepped and gripped the swinging axe with a powerful hand. With strength beyond Crawford's own, he ripped out out of his grip and turned upon Crawford, holding the axe. Crawford's face grew with fear as 232 neared with each step. He turned to run only to smack into the wall right behind him. 232 stopped his advance, fifteen feet from Crawford.

Silence filled the room. Somewhere in the distance, aliens were fighting other humans...

Crawford's eyes grew large as he realized what was to come.

232 whipped the axe forward, spinning straight toward Crawford and burying into his leg, with enough force to cleanly slice through his bone, but not to completely sever his leg.

232 stepped closer as Crawford slumped down along the blood splattered wall, screaming in pain.

The last straw had been broken.

232 was pissed...

Stillwater can hold.

Crawford desperatly wrapped his leg with a towel. He hobbled into another room and 232 carefully followed. The Predator spotted him lying on his stomach. The wristblades shot out, ready to make the leathal blow. Crawford spun on his back. The flare in his hand burst into life, and 232 saw Arosol can too late.

"Eat this you ugly fuck."

The flame shot out, and Crawford hurtled both at 232. The Flame went into the spout, down the tube into the rest of the mixture. The explosion sent shards flying left and right. Crawford recived a small cut on his cheek, 232 recived the brunt of the attack in his raised arm. Glowing green blood shot out of the wound.

Crawford wasted no time moving around the injured Predator and retrived his Pulse Rifle and aimed at the door, ready to fire a grenade. He took a quick look at Char.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you." He said softly before turning back to the door.

Adams sat huddled tightly in the small, one-person inter-galaxy space cruiser Black Adam, trying to stay calm and think good thoughts.

Good thoughts never came to the scientist easily. They sure did not come now.

All of his hopes, his research, years and years of preparation and ultimately coming so close... and yet remaining unfulfilled, unjustified.

Unfinished.

The scientist looked down at the box, which still flashed almost in perpetuity.

Queen at 99%... Queen at 99%... Queen at...

He looked down at it, and started to shake, his hands quivering, his lip bitten in an attempt to control the anger, the frustration

The guilt

That had finally gotten to the man who prided himself on being a stoic figure.

"YOU! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH FOR YOU? DO YOU? I SACRIFICED EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! MY CAREER, MY FUTURE IN W-Y!

AND NURSE CHAR... nurse char..."

Adams dropped the steel box, and buried his face in his hands.

Char. She was the perfect candidate for the symbiosis between Alien and human genetic. Her bio-chemical makeup, created through generations and generations before her, meant that out of all of W-Y's employees, and most likely all of humanity, she was the one who would be able to survive such a process.

But she was lost to him. Who knew if she was dead or not. Adams cursed himself for losing her.

He was unsure if it was because she was a beautiful woman, or because she was his final chance for glory.

Queen at 100%. Queen at maturity. Releasing Queen.

Adams lifted his head up at the sound of the computer voice...

And saw a black shape blot out his vision of everything else.

He smiled.

Odysseus
Sulaco Class Transport/Warship
4 Hours From LV-467

There was a small blip on the radar screen. A man dressed in a blue flight suit looked at it. Running his pocket knife over a finger, a white substance oozed out. The android quickly wrapped his finger in a tissue and his fingers flew over the computer.

Adam's small ship was slowly brought up into the Odyssesus. The Marine ship easliy dwarfed the tiny vessel. When it came to rest in BAY 4, away from the frenzy of the makeshift operation to save the survivors on LV-467. The android opened the door.

Noticing Adam's condition he carried the facehugged body to a small area of Med-Lab. He placed Adams in a cryo tube and sealed him. Company officals will be asking what you where doing Doctor

At that moment Kartion jumped in. Blades in a defensive stance, he saw the Predator, and then looked over to Crawford, who was aiming at him.

"Don't shoot!" Kartion yelled.

OOC: Sorry about not RPing for the past week or so, I had 30 spybots on my system and I lost net acess.



Hunter blasted away at the attacking xenos with a pulse rifle he'd found on a dead marine. He paused to reload and noticed that he had only two more clips in his ammo pouch. "Shit." He shot apart two xenos that had leaped onto a man out in front of him. The civilian's scream was cut off as the acidic blood burned through his body. Hunter ran forward and knealt next to him. He shot two xenos while searching through the man's pockets, finding one clip that was still good to use. The barrel on the civ's pulse rifle was melted off, but the clip in it still had 25 rounds, he took that too.


The xenomorph recovered from its fall quickly, but not quickly enough to follow the cloaked pred. Knowing it would get no help from the PA, it stealthily followed 232's trail. Once inside the compound, it took to the cielings, quietly disposing of a marine along the way. When it found 232, it silently followed the pred, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. Now, it clung to the cieling, watching The Predator and Crawford, when the marine sprayed his makeshift flamethrower at 232, it siezed the moment of confusion to attack. Its tail soundlessly arced down and neatly skewered the predator from behind. As 232 looked down in surprise at the tail blade emerging from his chest, he was drawn off his feet as the alien above emerged from the shadows and snarled.

OOC: Squornshelous, don't kill 232 please...he's needed for the sequels.

IC: 232 roared in anger as he realized what had attacked him. With a powerful grip, he snapped the tail blade emerging from his chest and disengaged himself from the alien. His body also was blackened from the flamethrower attack and smoldered with a horrid stench of burned flesh.

It was such a horrid stench that even the hardiest men would have gagged.

(OOC: Believe me, it's perhaps the worse stench you'd ever want to avoid, I know...)

Moving quickly despite the pain, 232 grabbed the xeno and looked toward Crawford, uttering strange sounds that sounded vaguely like English:

"Use Fire. Now."

232 tossed the xeno toward Crawford and stumbled away some distance to nurse his wounds.

Crawford took a quick look at the Alien before he looked at the Char's corpse. He wanted to take her body, and deliver it to next of kin, but he knew that wasn't possible. Crawford took some of her personal effects off her body. Least I could do is get this to any family you have.

Crawford turned as the Alien slowly stood up. He instead smiled. Let the Alien and Predator battle it out. He hobbled to Kartion.

"Lets get the fuck out."

Taking one last look at Char he slammed his fist against a panel, closing the door keeping 232 and the Alien there. With Kartion helping him they got back to the lift and moved back to the fight.

Crawford moved to the armory and gathered as many pulse rifle magizines and grenades as he could stuff into a small duffel bag. Hobbling to the hanger he opened fire, tearing an Alien to shreds. He began to pass out as many mags as he could.

OOC: Just trying to make it interesting.

The xeno sqealed in pain and surprise; It had never expected the predator to be so strong. It knew that even with the pred wounded, it was strong enough to kill any alien. It climbed back onto the cieling and ripped off a few panels, flicking its bleeding tail at 232 before disappearing. It knew that time adn numbrs were in its favor. The xeno crouched and nursed its injured tail, waiting for more aliens to come to its aid.

232 had to get out of there before the aliens returned. The escaped xeno would bring its friends, and 232 wasn't about to sit down and have some tea with them...

Taking the rocket launcher to his shoulder, 232 aimed at the door and fired, watching as the rocket circulated in the air and slammed into the door. Moments later, the smoke cleared away, revealing a gaping hole in the door.

It would be enough. 232 slipped through the hole and made his way toward the lift, slipping into camo-mode once more. His injuries hurt, but for the moment, they had stopped bleeding, allowing him to just barely maintain complete invisibility.

Yet, they were injuries...

The lift rose to the top floor and opened its doors to a scenery of chaos and mayhem. 232 stuck his head out the lift and glanced down either side of the hallway, ensuring that no one was trying to ambush him. Satisfied, he moved quickly toward a fire escape and opened the door to the searing desert heat. Immediately, an intercom that miraculously still worked began to blare, supported by the sounds of alarms:

Warning. Warning. Possible fire in complex. Sector-51 exit activated. Please evacuate to the nearest exit. Please evacuate to the nearest exit. Fire retardant to be used in ten seconds. Countdown in 9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...

232 slammed the door shut behind him as the voice continued its fire safety procedures. The fire retardant would be activated and used in every room of the complex for five minutes straight until the complex's interface A.I. then determined the fire eliminated.

There was one little problem.

There was no fire.

The sand blew and stung his wounds, causing 232 to grunt in pain until he covered them with his hands. 232 stumbled away from the complex and made his way toward a dropship that lay slightly askew about 150 yards away. He would hole up here for the time being until he could give proper treatment to his wounds...

Once inside the empty dropship, 232 rummaged through the emergency medical kit that was found almost instantly, identified by the large white cross on a panel in the wall. His fingers closed around a small container and pulled it out.

Bacta. Exactly what he needed.

232, opened the container and drank it, quite similar to the way one would drink a soda. Immediately, he felt the bacta's healing agents working on his wounds, repairing, sealing and healing the wounds. However, his wounds were bad enough that another bacta or two would be needed to completely be healed. There was only one to be found in the medical compartment.

232 growled. What kind of humans were these to be stupid enough to not put more than one bacta in here? Did they really think they were that invincible?

Crawford looked at the situation. One Dropship had been blown away out onto the tarmac by some idot who didn't know how to use a rocket launcher, another torn by gunfire and acid, and one thankfully intact. The APCs had been used early in the battle and were now corroded with Alien acid.

He hobbled behind the human line, passing out magizines and grenades. His leg hurt, but he ignored it. He found Stillwater and handed the man a Pulse Rifle magizine.

"Stillwater!" he shouted over the roar of two near by smartguns. "Follow me!"

Crawford fired two grenades, tearing a dozen attacking Aliens to pieces, thier blood shooting out, one man got some on his arm. His screams filled the air as he clutched the wound burning his hand. A med-tech rushed forward and moved the man back behind some crates to try and tend to him.

Stillwater followed Crawford, unsure of where they would end up. Crawford hit a panel and a large door opened, revealing something he knew would turn the battle, if it was there. Thankfully like at all bases with a marine complement it was.

The Marine Battle Exosuit stood in the darkness. A little larger than a powerloader it had a pair mini-guns and a small 10mm rocket launcher on the right arm and a flamethrower on the left instead of the claws used for loading. The pilot stood behind a protective shield, able to withstand the effects of Alien acid to a point. The man's arms would slip behind covers made of the same material the shield was and the person looked through a tough clear material with readouts from ammo and armour left to activating night vision.

Crawford smiled at Stillwater. "You know how to pilot this thing. I obviously can't cause of my leg. So get the fuck inside it and start cleaning house!"

Hunter looked up as he heard Crawford's voice. "Good to see you alive Cap," he shouted, before going back to shooting. He glanced aroud at the pitiful remnants of his squad, four marines out of twelve remained, including himself. "Crawford better come up with one hell of a plan or we're all bug food." He launched a grenade at a group of xenomorphs, killing four. "Let's make sure we give those fuckers indigestion!"

OOC: Something for a later post, try and get your characters to wonder where he is, and I'll post tommorow. Ciao dudes!

Kartion was nowhere to be seen...

Stillwater let the pulse-rifles fall, climbing into the suit & powering it up... It had been a while since he'd last used a suit like this. A few expeiramental swipes of the arms reaffirmed his control limitations...

The armored merc stepped out into the oncoming waves of xenomorphs, letting loose a hellstorm of lead & rocket-fire. Dozens fell before the onslaught, but more came, tackling the suit. Stillwater simply spun the suit around, sending the alien spinning into the air, where he pegged it with a rocket...


"Facehug this motherfuckers!"

Fire sprayed from the opposite arm, igniting Stillwater's own personal hell at his feet. The suit began to backpedal, there where simply too many... Fire put up a temporary barrier while the bullets & rockets provided a more permanent, but far more precise, alternative...

"Comin' back, get ready to seal off the hangar!"

The security advisor kept a path clear for the retreating Marines & security personnel as more & more hostiles appeared...

As he retreated, cleaning up the leftovers from Stillwater's attack. Hunter glanced around, doing a silent head count. As he finished up his tally, he noticed one person who was not there. "Shit! Where the fuck is Kartion?!" he swore to no one in particular. He found Crawford in the confusion. "Sir, I can't find Lieutenant Kartion."

Crawford smiled as Stillwater cut down large groups of the xenomorphs. He looked at Hunter and thought.

"Get the fuck out! If he isn't back here with us, he probably dead!"

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The Queen hung there. So many of her children here dead and dying. Soon she wouldn't have enough to defend her. She wished the humans dead, but the more of her children died the less chance she would have of surviving.

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The Alien moved behind Hunter, unseen. Before it could pounce it heard the order from it's Queen. The other Aliens paused to listen to it. There came a bizzare peace over the hanger. Then the Aliens turned and ran for the doors, hammered by a few smartguns. The Alien behind Hunter finally turned to join it's brothers and return to the hive to protect it's queen.

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Crawford looked at the confused faces of his comrades. He was confused too.

"Seal the entrances, but keep Dropship door 3 ready to open. Also replenish the suit's ammo."

As his orders were carried out Crawford meet with Hunter and Stillwater, who had climbed out of the suit.

"Gents we have a break. Hunter, get one of your men looking for Kartion. He has a half-hour before we go on the offensive. Stillwater, I need you to pilot the suit in the Hive. Half-hour break for food and rearming, then we move in and destroy as many eggs and Aliens as we can, and hopefully also the Queen."

The doors of the lift hissed open. Kartion walked in, looked around, and then holstered his weaponry. This was Adam's secret playroom. Kartion walked over to a nearby console and sat down. One hand dancing over the keys, Kartion removed a chip from his pocket, and inserted it into the computer. Now both hands at work, pictures, paragraphs, streams of code flashed before Kartion's eyes. Grunting, he continued on, while a little counter in the corner read 50%...

Hunter gathered the remnants of his squad.
"Okay, we got us a missing Lieutenant to find," he pointed at two marines.
"Letwoski, Rogers, you're one pair. If you don't find him after 15 minutes get back here, Crawford's attacking in half an hour and if you're still out there some trigger-happy fool will probably shoot you."
He paused as they ran off, "Sanchez, you're with me, same deal, 15 minute sweep then get back to the hangar."
The two teams moved out, Letowski and Rogers to the upper levels, and Hunter and Sanchez to the basements. The deserted halls were eerily quiet; nothing moved or made a sound except the marines. After 5 minutes of searching, Hunter became frustrated with the sheer emptyness of the facility. He tilted his motion detector on its side, to scan for what level anything moving was on. He quickly found the other team above him, there was also something below.
"We got something down almost directly below us." Hunter turned a corner and came face to face with an empty lift shaft. He turned to Sanchez and grinned, "Going down?"

Crawford looked at the frenzy of activity going on around him. People were rushing back and forth, getting ammo and armour to the men that would be going. It was a risky plan, but he knew it was probably the only way they would survive. He wondered if Hunter had found Kartion, he spoke into his headset.

"Hunter, talk to me."

With a beep from the console, the chip slid out. Kartion grinned, and then replaced the chip in a secret pocket. Grabbing his Pulse Rifle, he started to walk to the elevator, while on the console screen, a timer started to count down...

03:59

03:58

03:57...

OOC: Please check your TGs Outer Heavan

Hunter put a hand to his headset, another item taken off a downed marine.
"Me and Sanchez have got a read on something moving around below the sub basements. We're going down a lift shaft on the handholds."
He paused as he negotiated a rung that had become slippery with grease.
"Letowski and Rogers should be back in about 10 minutes."
Suddenly, the lift cables jojted into motion, as the elevator far below began to move upward.
"Shit! Whatever was down there is on its way up."
Hunter and Sanchez stop climbing, and after a short wait, the car came into sight.
"We gotta get on top of it."
Hunter released his hold, landing on the roof of the car with a loud thump. Moments later, Sanchez landed beside him.

Stillwater complied with the order, making sure he had enough ammo for his .45 if the suits weaponry ran dry...

"Right, that means you got five minutes after them. So haul ass or we'll leave ya." Crawford said. He moved to the dropship they would take.

"Gomez, how is your ship?"

"Fine sir." She said. Gomez was covered in dirt an oil. "Good news, our life support systemes work, so we can meet our ship."

"Fine. Be ready to lift off in 15."

"Roger sir."

Crawford limped next to Stillwater.

"How many of your men are able bodied and ready to pull this off?"

Hunter crouched on the roof of the lift, planning his next few moves carefully. After a moment, he keyed his radio, "Rogers, Letowski, get back to the hangar, you've got 14 minutes tops."
He turned to Sanchez, "We gotta figure out who or what is in this lift, you ready."
Sanchez nodded curtly. Hunter crawled over to the access hatch on the roof. One by one, he quietly opened the latches on each side, and pulled back. As the hatch opened, Hunter and Sanchez crouched behind it, using it as a shield from anything inside.

Crawford watched as Stillwater backed the suit into the dropship. 31 men, one dropship, and one battle suit. He sighed, the plan was insane, attacking an Alien hive. He knew it was the only way to possibly for everyone to get out alive. The civilians stayed behind, four dropships from the Odysseus would arrive in the hour. Two of Hunter's men arrived and entered the ship.

He keyed his mike as he walked into the dropship.

"Hunter, we're leaving now. Haul your ass back to the hanger and grab one of the 4x4s, then go for hive. I don't care if you haven't found Kartion yet, he can handle himself. That is an order."

Crawford climbed in and the ramp shut. Gomez carefully piloted the ship out of the hanger and out above a wreaked ship then she pulled back on the stick raising the ship into the air. With a few flips of some switches four racks appeared from the dropship, all laden with missles with the power of Daisey Cutters, MOABS, and four nuclear devices.

Crawford would of loved to blast the hive, but there was no garentee that the blast would wipe out the whole hive, and most importantly the Queen. The ship turned in the direction of the Hive.

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Laying on the gratted floor was an Alien corpse. It's green acidic blood chewing through the floor beneath it. The body fell onto another floor, the blood chewing through more metal toward the colony's nuclear power core....

OOC: can't wait for OH MkII any more, I guess Kartion's in a different lift.

IC: Hunter and Sanchez dropped inot the empty lift. Hunter immediately noticed several bullet holes in the control panel, and some acid damage to the exposed wires. "It musta short-circuited."
"You're probly right corp."
Hunter pushed the emergency stop button, bringing the car to a abrupt halt. "At least that still works."
Just then the two marines' radios squawked in unison. After listening to Crawford's message, Hunter keyed the transmit button. "Alright, we copy, we'll be there in about 6-7 minutes," he paused then spoke again, "Good hunting Cap."
Turning to Sanchez, he motioned up toward the hatch they had entered by. "We gotta get back to the hangar, Crawford's launching an attack on the hive and we just missed the boat."
Sanchez jumped up and hauled herself out onto the roof, "I guess we'll just have to hitchhike."
Three minutes later, the marines arrived in the hangar, skirting around a large hole in the floor, Hunter and Sanchez jumped into a 4x4, the one piece of machinery in the room that still functioned, and sped off norhtwards.

Kartion cursed. As he reached the hangar, he saw the 4X4 drive out. He grabbed his radio.

"Marines! Stop the 4X4! I'm in the hangar!" Kartion shouted into the radio.

Hunter braked hard as he heard the radio. "Hang on, we're coming back in"
The 4x4 skidded to a stop and the door flew open. Hunter did a double take when he saw Kartion. "Shit man, we thought you were dead!"

"Ain't got time to die Hunter. C'mon, lets get outta here, I have a feeling that Crawford needs us..." Kartion said, clambering in.

0:59
0:58
0:57

Crawford smiled. He was listening in on the radio. They began to near the hive. Click, Click, Click, Click... Every man began to flick off the safties on his weapon and everything was followed by a hum of the battlesuit warming up.

"Alright, I want a good drop people. Squad 1 take the left, Squad 2 right. Motion trackers on and on point with the smartgunners. Squad 3 and 4 cover our ass, everyone move like you got a purpose when we touch. Stillwater, wait till it is clear, then take point in the hive. Gomez, after we're out take her up to a hundred feet and fly a pattern ready to drop back down and pick us up."

The Dropship landed in a patch of the black/grey sand that covered the planet. The ramp was already down and Marines and Mercs jumped out, moving to thier spots. The all clear was given and the suit moved out. The Dropship lifted into the sky and began to fly a zig-zag pattern.

"Zero on the trackers sir." a marine reported.

"Good, Stillwater get moving, keep an eye on the motion tracker built into her. Lets move."

The suit moved forward, followed by the infantry into the black abyss.

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The four dropships from the OdysseusETA to the colony, 37min:17sec

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Noone could see the blinking red letters in the core control room. Noone could pick up the signals. A floor above the core several drops of yellowish-green blood began to drip down. Soon they would be followed by more, all the blood would land on the core....

232 watched from the open bay doors as the 4x4 started off away from the base before skidding to a halt and turning around to pick up a forgotten marine.

As the 4x4 rumbled away, 232 moved back to the base, keeping his cloak active, and began to search.

Soon, he had found the hangar bay. And inside were a number of vehicles and ships. 232 laid his eyes upon the nearest vehicle. A hovercraft still not fully released for full-time use.

232 would change that.

He slipped into the machine, looked at the controls and the monitors before him, before quickly figuring out what did what. A few buttons were pushed and instantly, the hovercraft began to whir and warm up. Two minutes later, it was ready to go. 232 activated the mult-radars and turned the HC out of the hangar bay and took off after the 4x4.

Laser systems online. Projectory systems online. Lock and load?

232 pressed the accept button, and the sound of different compartments on the side and front of the HC could be discerned over the roaring wind blowing past. A slightly colored shield passed around the entire HC, engulfing it in a semi-strong shield.

232 was armed and dangerous. The cave that the 4x4 was coming up to soon, about 5 dunes from where he was now...232 was about twice that distance, but closing in little by little, thanks to the HC's capabilities.

"Gomez?" Fischer looked out his window at the hovercraft.

"What is it Fischer?" She said.

"Remember that experimental craft we were messing around with...the XH-390?"

"Yeah so?"

Fishcer looked through a pair of binoculars. Noone was driving it, then as he zoomed in he saw 232.

"HOLY SHIT! THAT PRED HAS IT! SHIT!"

"Fischer are you joking? What is the armour on the craft?"

"Dunno, but it is strong as hell and collaspable. Usually transparent. But it can't get inside the hive thankfully."

"Shit. Captain, Captain do you read me?" Gomez tried to raise Crawford and was meet by static.

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The humans slowly moved deeper into the hive, towards the egg chamber.

The 4x4 pulled up outside of the hive and the three marines jumped out. "Alright," said Hunter, "let's go join the party." He walked into the cave opening, pulse rifle at the hip.

"Captain, movment. Three contacts." one of the marines said.

Everyone turned around as the pining on the motion tracker grew louder. Sanchez rounded the corner first, followed by Kartion, then Hunter. Everyone stood there for several seconds, weapons aimed at each other before there was a univesal sigh of relief.

Crawford smiled as Hunter walked up to him.

"Finally decided to join the safari huh?" There was a small laugh out of everyone how heard it before they continued down the cavern.

Crawford couldn't remeber seeing a Hive entrance of this size before, it was high enough for two battle suits to get through, side by side and on standing on the other. He wipped a little sweat off his brow as the tempature rose and the air became hot and the climate a little muggy.

They paused enough for everyone to drink a little water, and Crawford directed Squad 3 down another tunnel. It was much smaller than the main entrance, but it lead to the egg chamber, and Crawford wanted it clear. They would meet the squad on the other side.

Quickly they reached a slight rise and the group stopped. Crawford, accompained by Hunter, crawled to the lip of the rise and stared down into the chamber. Both men gasped.

The vast chamber was filled with eggs all unopened, the walls were covered in men, women, and children, cocconed to the walls, many were being implanted or the alien already chestbursted outside of them. The place reeked of death, blood and flesh dotted the floor underneath the victims. Warriors were either lying between the eggs resting, or feasting upon the flesh of already dead humans or ones chosen for food.

Crawford pointed to a tunnel heading into another chamber. He turned to Hunter. He also keyed his mike so Stillwater could here.

"Queen will be in the chamber at the end of that tunnel. Right now we got them with thier pants down. Hunter, take Squad two and spread out slightly from the edge of the chamber here, to a little to the right. I'll take Squad one and do the same thing. Stillwater, the slope is easy enough for you to get down, I want you to have Squad 4 holding the entrance, its our only exit.
When the fun starts, you go across the eggs and destory them with rockets and your incinerator. Save your mini-vulcans for the warriors. We got them where we want them. When we do leave Stillwater, abandon it, and make it on foot outa with the rest of us. Noone fires a shot until I give the signal, is that clear gents?"

Hunter and squad 2 crawled slowly out to their position, Hunter made the mistake of glancing at the wall and cringed as he recognized one of the corpses hanging there. "Alright," he whispered, "you heard the Captain no one fires until the signal." the squad lay just below the top of the low ridge and waited.

Crawford watched as everyone got into place. The battle-armour slide down the slope faster than he thought. Over the mass of oval shaped eggs a large Alien head emerged. Slightly larger than it's brothers the Alpha warrior barred it's teeth and opened it's mouth snarling at the humans. It's brothers began to stir around it and on the walls on the other side of the chamber.

THUMP! A grenade from Crawford's launcher shot out, entering the Alpha's mouth, it exploded, green-yellow acidic blood splattered against eggs and warriors to no effect. Pulse Rifles, Incinerators, Smartguns, grenades, every small arm the marines had opened up.

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The Queen let out a roar, drowning out the sound of gunfire. Her children would win. All they had to do was split up the humans, and then it would be a slaughter. Still attached to her eggsack she sensed another presence entering the Hive. A Predator. She would deal with it.

Letting out another roar, she began to pry herself free.

Hunter paused to load a grenade into his rifle and fired it off. He was reward by a screech and a splattering sound as the xeno's head exploded. He swept fire across a charging group of them and shook his head as more took their place. "There's just too fuckin many of em!"

232 leapt off the HC and made his way quickly to the cave's entrance. He noted that several of the guards had been watching the entrance. With a quick movement, he made his way to the cave's entrance, cleanly slipping past the guards with no effort. For now, they were not his main concern.

The Queen was.

232 watched silently as the men experimented with the various objects of destruction...

Soon,they will learn..."

OOC: Sorry the post is crap..it took me 5 times to read and respond coherently lol. I'm really tired right now...*collapses*

EDIT: JEEZ! You'd think that I was on crack or something last night...

OOC: Its okay man. Just, edit out Sigrun later, this is AVP not AV3 lol

IC:

THUM! THUM!

The battle seemed to stop as noise filled the room. Already human blood had made the ground slick and many Aliens and humans were drenched in the red liquid. Crawford turned his head to the direction of the sound.

"Oh shit."

The Queen moved out and stood fully erect. Letting out a roar, filling the chambers, rocking ever ear drum, she advanced. Crawford turned an was about to get Stillwater to blast her with his minis when something hit him. Laying on the ground he rolled over, 232 stood over him, it's eyes covered by it's mask.

The Queen spun on the Predator, her tail swinging madly. The large stinger flickered as the Queen roared again. 232 jumped onto the main platform. The remains of eggs, facehuggers, humans, and Aliens covered the ground.

Running towards the Predator the Queen lashed out, swinging her massive tail at the Predator.

An alien two feet from Hunter about to jump on him while he reloaded stopped and turned to look at the queen and her opponent. Hunter seized the opporunity and kicked it in the head knocking it to the ground, where he shot it. All the aliens seemed to pause, as if awaiting the outcome of the clash to come. Hunter took advantage of the lull to slap a bandage over a mild acid burn on his left forearm, he winced as it adhered to his raw flesh, but the pain passed, he stood up again to watch the fight.

232 growled as he saw the Queen launch her deadly tail toward him. With swift movements, he surprised the Queen, by doing what few could see as even remotely possible.

232 grabbed the oncoming tail in both hands and held tightly, halting its deadly swing. The Queen let out a surprised shriek, just as 232 began to pull the Queen's tail around him, slowly at first, then faster and faster as he spun about. With a ferocious roar, he released the Queen and watched as she flew haplessly toward the wall of the cave.

The entire cave shook violently, causing stacilites and rocks to plummet downward, some even landing upon one soldier, who was immediately crushed to death by the rocks. His head became impaled by a falling stacilite...

232 turned on his cloaking and moved closer to the Queen, nimbly leaping from boulder to boulder, arm blades released and locked into position.

He intended to carve a thanksgiving turkey out of this one...

Lying in a mixture of crushed eggs, rock, and the Alien reisen that had made the hive, the Queen appeared dead. She lay still as 232 approached, nothing moved. 232 raised his wristblades, ready to plunge them down into the Queen's head.

The marines couldn't believe what they had seen, a Predator had tossed a Queen across the main chamber. The Queen had been putting her energy into making eggs, now, free of that burden, the Predator would pay.

The warriors watched from thier hiding spaces, the pheremone level in thier mother and Queen was rising dramatically, they slunk carefully away. The humans and 232 noticed the warning too late...

The tail smashed into the Predator's side, sending it across the chamber, smacking into a dead human host. Slightly dazed 232 watched as the Queen stood to her fully erected hieght of 20 feet, she still need a few more feet of growning, but she was larger than the Predator, here size and brute strength mattered.

A massive roar was let out the viabrated the halls of the hive, the Queen brought herself back down into her fighting stance as her teeth nashed together. Her tail swung behind her, ready to move in and impale her foe. She was on an unstopable warpath where she would kill and crush anything that got in her way, even her own young.

Like two Roman Gladiators of old, the Queen and 232 prepared for a bitter fight to the death.

Somehow Hunter managed to make his way through the confusion to Crawford. He led 4 other Marines: the remains of squad 2. "Captain, this is insane," he gestured at the battle taking place across the chamber and the mass of human and alien dead that lay everywhere. "We need to get out of here while we still can!"

232 rose from the ground with his head down. A rage was building within, a rage to kill, a rage to destroy...

232's head rose to meet the snarling eyes of the Queen. She definitely had the trump card when it came to size and brute strength, but 232 had other advantages...

The Queen swung her tail viciously at 232 with amazing speed and swiped with her clawed hand at the same time. 232, seeing this, leapt upwards, and slashed away with his dual arm blades, successfully slicing into her massive tail and arm. An earsplitting screech was heard as the Queen felt the pain deeply. Her acidic blood spewed forth onto the ground, and onto the dead human corpse. It's skin began to react violently to the acidic content and quickly, the corpse was eaten through by the blood.

The tail plunged into the ground, but found nothing...

232 bounded off the wall at the height of his jump and leapt forward toward the Queen, somersaulting in the air as he landed upon the Queen's backside. He spun about quickly and buried his blades straight down into the Queen's neck...

Crawford looked at the Hunter. Then he looked at the main entrance, his heart sank, rubble from the fighting had shut off most of the passageway, and it would be impossible for them to get through. Hunter turned and saw what Crawford was looking at.

"We gotta get the fuck out on foot, the only other way we can is that passageway over there. Stillwater, ditch the suit and grab a rifle."

He pointed to a smaller passage entrance on the other side of the chamber. Crawford waited till Stillwater was out and armed before the rest of the command began to skirt the main egg field, the remains at least. All keeping one eye on the passage, the other on the titans. Crawford quessed it would take them about a half-hour to an hour to reach the surface.

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The Queen roared as she tried to toss the Predator off. The acidic blood touched the Predator's foot causing it to wail and lose balance. The Queen tossed the Predator off her back.

She stumbled and shook, spraying acidic blood across the room, luckly the marines escaped unharmed. Her stinger was raised high in the air as she prepared the plunge down. She swung, missing the Predator, a quick whip around brought it back, nicking the creature's leg. Green flourescent blood spewed out of the wound.

The Queen thrust her stinger at 232's stomach.

232 dodged the incoming attack to his stomach, just in time as the stinger buried heavily into the ground next to him. Pulling out one of the prototype grenades left in his suit, he set the timer and thrust it directly into the Queen's roaring face, into her open mouth.

She paused momentarily as she contemplated the strange object she had just swallowed.

Nothing happened...yet.

With a ferocious roar, he slashed downward with both blades at the same time, intending to sever the tail's weapon. 232 bounded away from the Queen, racing out the cave and past the humans.

"What the hell?! SHIT! IT'S THE PREDATOR!"

The fierce roar of the Queen shook the narrow escape route and brought fear to the men's hearts.

232 broke out of the cave and emerged into a bathing sun-soaked desert and moved away from the cave.

He noticed the 4x4 sitting close by and ran to it. A quick leap to the back of the truck followed by the vulcan machine gun being whipped about and turned toward the cave's entrance, ensured that the Queen was going to get a big "welcome"...

...Predator-style...

The Queen felt something tear her insides. She roared in pain as the grenade tore at her insides. It was then the warriors charged in the defense of thier Queen. Hundreds of them poured out of the walls. The marines stood terrified, but the warriors, clinging to the walls moved up the main shaft towards 232. The vulcan roared as the warriors were torn to pieaces. A river of acidic blood flowed back down the shaft, but there still many more warriors.

The Queen retreated into her own chambers and through another large shaft. Squeezing through she moved out into the semi-darkness. Moving quietly around she approached the sound of the gun. 232 continued to kill warriors till they backed off, heading back to finish off Crawford's command.

The Queen rammed the 4x4, 232 managed to leap free, the 4x4 rolled and smashed into the hovercraft, exploding sending a fireball into the sky. The Queen spun back on the Predator, both ready for the final showdown....

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Moose looked at his watch, the Dropships had been delayed by a freak windstorm with drove one into a communications tower and a lot of wreakage covered the main pad, so he had to move to the auxilary, another 15 minute delay. With only 3 dropships, it would be a while to get all the survivors off the colony.

The mission was suppose to be over by now, but he couldn't find the synth that was suppose to pilot the third ship. A navagator handed him a bit of paper before moving back to his ship. Moose looked at it. 67 survivors. His heart ran cold, of a colony of over 1,200 people, only 67 has made it, not counting Crawford's men. He had to wait. 25 mintues, that is what that synth has.

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The same synth who had put Adams in a cryo tube for transportation back to Earth combbed through files and folders in the destoried science lab. Putting down his Desert Eagle he stuffed papers and folders into a stainless steel briefcase. He picked up his pistol and headed towards the landing pad.

He paused, he thought he heard something. He turned to find a Alien stinger shoot through his stomach, dropping the pistol and briefcase, he tried to pry himself off. The synth's white milky "blood" oozed from the wound, as much more came out of his mouth like a geyser. He looked up to see the Alien warrior, who began to rip the synth's belly open. The artifical blood and organs splattered against the briefcase. Adams research would never reach earth.

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Still noone saw or heard the warning as the Alien blood burned through the reactor. Blinking red letters appeared on a computer screen.

Detenation: 26:17:01

232 flipped backwards in the air, sailing over the Queen's head and landing in a crouched position behind her. He stood and prepared himself for the next round.

232's eyes noted the wounds and bruises from the grenade. So the Queen had really durable stomach muscles and wasn't ripped apart in half...

232's mind raced to decide what to do next. In merely a moment since landing, he was moving toward the Queen, before leaping upwards and toward her face. Her cavernous jaw opened, trying to snap at 232's body. 232 pulled out his combistick and rammed it into her mouth, creating a sort of forced opening.

The Queen roared in pain as she realized that her jaw was locked into postion, wide open. 232 finally finished his upward leap and landed upon her head, digging his feet and hands into her skin. Acidic blood oozed out from his clawed grip, causing him to growl in pain in response. A wrist-blade was dislodged from its casing and jammed with force into each of the Queen's eyes...

The Queen bucked so abruptly and sent 232 flying backwards, screaming all the while. 232 collided into the wall of the mountain and slid down it.

He remained still, face-down.

Into his back a deep fissure had been cut, thanks to a protruding rock of the mountain...

The Queen staggered as her arm grabbed and ripped out the wristblade from the side of her head. Her arm then reached and pulled the combistick out. Roaring in pain as she did so, she finally succeded in her task. The Queen turned to 232, who was still on the ground.

She advanced on the Predator, her tail gently nudged the creature. Placing the stinger over the small of 232's back, she then raised it high above the Predator....

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Gunfire filled the chambers off the Hive. The marines continued to fall back, their weapons laying down a devistaing field of fire on the advancing xenomorphs. Crawford turned his head and felt a breeze of fresh air, he stared for a few seconds and saw the stars. They were almost home free.

"Gomez?" This time there was no static.

"Sir?"

"Got our location?"

"Yes sir, I'll be there with the ramp open for you guys."

Crawford smiled and turned back to what was left, 23 men and women were left. But they would make it, already they had killed nearly 100 warriors. They would make it, only a few more mintues to the surface.

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Detenation: 19:36:19

232 smelled the Queen's reeking stench as she stood near him. He knew she would bury her stinger into his body and thus render him unable to move. Yet, he just couldn't move at the moment. The pain hurt so much...

The Queen let out a satisfied grunt as her stinger suddenly began a quick descent toward 232.

Within 232's mind, instincts began to go into hyperdrive, and thus caused 232 to flip over, wincing in pain from his back wound and activating his wrist swords once again. He swung with incredible force in a scissor-like manner and instantly the tail was severed of its stinger. 232 rolled out of the way, just as her tail spewed acid and some other liquid, a liquid that was in great quantity within the stinger. The tail shook in pain and waved wildly in just about every direction. 232 stood finally, and faced his opponent.

She was a tough bitch, that he would give her credit for. However there was one thing:

He was a tough ass himself...even more so because of the experiments performed on him...

232 drew out the last two grenades, activated them, charged toward the Queen, and leapt up once more toward her head. With a powerful kick he connected with her facial wound, sending her stumbling back, more from the pain than from actual force. The whole time, she was desperately trying to locate 232, but the wristblade attacks to her eyes had done their job...

She tripped and fell heavily to the terran desert. Now she lay still, nursing her wounds. 232 approached with the grenades and grabbing his combistick, he placed one of the grenades near her rump and rammed it hard with the combistick.

The Queen shrieked in surprise, and lashed out woefully. Her shriek was answered with another grenade into her throat.

232 backed away from her, to watch the bloodbath show that he anticipated this time. The force of two grenades detonating in different places, but still close enough to each other, he hoped would be enough force to do what the first grenade to her stomach had failed...

Crawford watched from the dropship ramp. He looked back behind him, Stillwater, Hunter, and three more marines lay exhausted on the seats. He looked down at the Queen and Predator, wondering what was going to happen.

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The Queen felt the explosions rip through her, tearing her black armour away and spilling her acidic blood on the ground. She tried to stand, her legs nearly gave way underneath her. She stumbled as she lashed weakly out with her stump. 232 simply moved out of the way of the massive tail.

For several long mintues she struggled to strike the Predator. The massive Alien finally callapsed onto her stomach, her arms unable to get her up. She bared her teeth and roared defianltly as death approached her.

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Detenation: 07:12:32

Hunter looked down from his seat at the dying queen and the Predator standing over her. "One last parting gift," he said with a grin. He stood and fired his last grenade at the two aliens.

The Queen once again tried to stand, she stumbled towards 232, only to take and be knocked down by Hunter's grenade. Now, she lay there in the ground, unable to move, only to roar as 232 picked up his combistick and moved towards her. Her yellowish blood came through dozens of openings, burning the ground around her, she tried to move her tail, but was too weak to move it but a inch off the ground.

She screamed as the combistick buried into her neck, she had lost so much blood, only a trickle came out. She struggled for a few seconds, before she lay still and exhaled, she never inhaled. The Queen was dead.

232 looked at the Queen, pleased with his success. Senseing something, he spun to face nothing. Before his eyes seven Predators uncloaked, all in full combat gear, and all had the mark of passage on thier mask. One of the walked forward, it had a much more ornate mask than it's compaions and looked the most experiance.

The Predator walked up to 232, who went into a defensive stance. The Predator looked at the Queen and then it's masked eyes turned back to 232. The Predator pulled a more ornate and decorative combistick and a long dagger, 232's wristblades shot out, ready for battle.

Instead, the Predator offered the weapons to 232; it was giving control of the clan to 232.

OOC: I'm going to assume that the pred is giving the weapons for 232 to keep...

IC:
232 warily studied the predators before him, and the offered weapons. He understood now what they were trying to do. The wristblades sheathed with a click and 232 accepted the weapons.

In the language of predators, 232 spoke. To any other non-predator, it sounded like a series of unintelligible sounds.

"I accept your position."

232 clasped the dagger to his body, and put away the combistick, after admiring the details momentarily. He looked over at the dead Queen and then back to the Predators.

The sounds of voices could be heard as the humans made their commands for the dropship to depart.

232 turned to face the humans, as did the rest of the predators. Not moving, he watched as the one known as Crawford watched him, as if in admiration. The dropship lifted quickly and sped away, until 232 could not see it anymore.

He turned back to the other Predators speaking as he did so, "Time to go."

He turned and began to walk into the desert, away from the cave, and away from the war-ravaged complex.

And away from Death, much caused by his own hands...

OOC: Yes, those weapons are for keeps.

IC:
The Predator's aided 232 in severing the Queens head and carrying it back to their ship. It uncloaked and the 8 humanoids walked inside. They placed the head in the trophy room, which was filled with human, xenomorphs, and dozens of exotic alien skulls; the Queen's head now dominated the display.

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Crawford looked at 232, and the very edge of his lips curved up slightly. The ramp shut as the ship turned and headed for the colony. The display in front of Gomez began to blink red and blare at her. Calling Crawford forward she quickly punched in a quick group of commands.

Main Reactor Detonation: 03:19:11

"Oh fuck. Gomez gets us outta here!" He barked at the pilot; Gomez threw the clumsy craft into a wild turn towards space. He keyed his mic. "Moose, Moose, get the fuck away from the colony now! Its gonna blow!"

"Moose, get ******k*****" was all Moose could hear.

"Crawford say again."

"THE FUCKING REACTOR IS GONNA BLOW YOU SHITHEAD!"

Moose heard it and rushed into the Dropship. The engines were just starting to warm.

Detonation: 02:15:43

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The Predators looked at their displays and kicked their massive ship into drive, dust and rock were hurtled miles away as the afterburners kicked in, sending it into the safety of space.

232 now had comrades, fellow hunters, and his own clan. The clan took off their gear and moved towards the Predator's stasis chambers, which were slightly different from the human's cryogenic freezers.

A holographic display of the colony suddenly disappeared in a blinding white flash, before the ship shut off all unnecessary power.

She headed off towards a new planet, carrying her hunters, ready for a fresh hunt.

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The three Dropships were slowly lifting off the ground; going on cold engines was hard on the engines and made the process very slow Moose looked at the clock.

Detonation: 00:32:02

They were not going to make it. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted one of the other Dropships heading towards him, caught in a sudden 250 mph gust, it was knocked towards him. The other pilot noticed what was happening and pulled back on the stick, the ship just barely missed striking Moose's ship, but not to any avail.

Detonation: 00:00:04

Detonation: 00:00:03

Detonation: 00:00:02

Detonation: 00:00:01

Detonation: 00:00:00

The core finally exploded, everything inside the complex was instantly incinerated. The Alien dumped the synths body, only to find the floor disappear in a flash of light, quickly followed by it.

On the tarmac, everything seemed to be in slow motion. Cracks in the concrete and walls began to burst out with light, blinding all those who looked. Moose screamed as he covered his eyes and fell backwards. Everything speeded up. The structure exploded outwards, the white dome, enveloping the Dropships, and the blast went to the hive.

In less than 15 seconds, and area the size of Nebraska was made into nothing more than a blackened wasteland.

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Everyone on the Dropship shut their eyes as they felt the shockwave. Gomez nearly lost control of the ship, before they finally entered the welcoming darkness of space.

Once they were on the Odysseus Crawford looked at the survivors. Himself, Hunter, Stillwater, Kartion, Gomez, her navigator Fischer, and the three marines.

"We've all been through hell in the past 36 hours. Let’s get some sleep."

Everyone else went to the main cryo chamber, changed, and got some food before entering their cryo tubes for the trip home. Crawford picked up an old tape recorder and went to the control room. He sat down hand held the microphone.

"In case the power gives out and we don't get home, at least this will be some kind of record on what occurred on LV-467..."

Twenty minutes later Crawford walked into the cryo chamber, starved he quickly at a bit of cornbread before climbing into his own tube. The clear hatch closed and hissed shut. Crawford closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The nightmare was over, for now.

OOC:

I wish to thank everyone so much for this. It had a few bumps, but I really enjoyed it and I hope you all did too. This was my first Rp and to my knowledge NationStates's first ever ALIEN VS PREDATOR Rp. I also hope people who were not able to Rp enjoyed reading it.

It has been exciting for me as I hope it has been for you. I really hope AVP will be a launching pad for other ALIEN, PREDATOR, and AVP Rps in the future.

I would like it if noone posted here so I can get this baby archived in a few days.

Again, thank you all so much and please send me TGs on what you thought of it.