NationStates Jolt Archive

Across the galaxy the xenomorphs have spread, turning worlds into vast hives, proving time and again that they are far too dangerous to be taken lightly. But some still persist in trying to use them as a weapon. These misguided men and women often never have a chance to realise their mistake.

The CSS Schweizer moved silently through the void of space, its massive bulk containing a cargo far too deadly to be kept on a planet. A xenmorph queen, and five million eggs and drones in stasis. Only the queen is kept conscious, experimented on in horrible ways.

Science log,experiment day 1, Dr. Manson presiding
A rather scrawny scientist appears on screen, sweating profusely.
"Is this thing on? Okay. This experiment is to explore the possiblities of implanting the microprocessors of the Mayakovsky prototype infiltration synth into a queen xenomorph. By doing this we hope to be able to use the xenomorphs as a super effective biological weapon, an unstoppable army. The queen is curretly sedated, and I will begin surgery."

Day two
"The surgery appears to have gone perfectly. the queen is acting more rationally, and appears to be thinking like the Mayakovsky prototype. It appears to be attempting to communicate with crewman Chang, but no luck. The captain wouldn't let me implant a voicebox. Oh well, next time."

Day three
"The ship has encountered some kind of EM wave. A lot of the systems are out, almost all the synths just dropped like flies. The queen doesn't appear to have been affected. that thick skull seems to have absorbed a good deal of the EMP wave. We're going to check tommorow, to perform any maintenance that may be required."

Day four
"We're making history here, folks. Is the queen sedated? Good. Open up the- OH MY GOD!"
Screams are heard, and the screeching of the queen xenomorph. More screaming follows, with ripping noises and wet thuds. Klaxons blare and the feed cuts out.

Captain's log, final entry
A middle aged man walks on screen. He is on the bridge of the Schweizer, surrounded by scared looking marines. The bodies of xenomorphs litter the room.
"The damned scientists somehow mucked up. The queen escaped. Something isn't right though, it managed to de-activate the stasis pods!Most of the eggs hatched. The frozen drones flocked to the queen, who somehow knows how to operate most of the controls. The Mayakovsky upgrades seem to have made the damned thing sentient in the human sense of the word. We erased all the data, and destroyed the equiment. At least there'll only be one of them. I can hear them coming. GET READY! KILL AS MANY AS YOU CA-"

The feed cuts out.

Republican Space Vehicle Calypso

Though the Calypso was officially designated as a 'Space Vehicle, Class One', its crew had long ago learnt to call it a shuttle; it was simpler and easier to do it that way than to have to go through the tounge-twisting official name.

However, at the moment such arcane subjects as the designation of the shuttle and its name were far from the small crews thoughts. As the Calypso glided through space, the attentions of its crew were on the large vessel that had appeared on their sensors a few minutes ago. In the cramped command module of the shuttle, the command crew floated past each other as they operated and manipulated the shuttles sensitive instruments to view the vessel and to try and identify it.

Commander Charles Harken, Commander of the Calypso settled down in his moulded plastic chair, the 'Throne' as he jokingly referred to it to the rest of the crew, and turned to his Sensors Officer, Jake Golding. 'Report Golding. Just what is it we've stumbled onto this time? Another Imperial Vessel?'. Harken hoped he didn't sound nervous, but the Imperials worried him a little. In fact, make that a lot, he thought silently.

Golding turned awkwardly and looked at Harken. 'No Sir, it's not an Imperial Vessel, and it doesn't fit anything in the Republican Database, although that doesn't mean much in itself.' Golding was correct there. The Republican Database was so small it took only a few seconds to check, but it had to be done.

Harken nodded, and now turned to his Communications Officer, Julie Yard. She was already trying the communication panel, but to no avail. It seemed as if the vessel, whoevers it was, was not responding to the enquries of the Calypso. Harken wondered if the vessel was in distress. He flicked open the ships intercom; 'Get the Marines up here and suited up. We have a vessel to explore. Let's just hope no-one's hurt, or waiting for us...'

The Calypso slowly moved towards what seemed to be a docking hatch of the large vessel, and prepared to board it with the Marines on the ship.

The queen xenomorph watched the comms panel. She made a few screeching noises and a group of ten drones, to take host bodies. The creatures moved exclusively in the shadows and on the cielings, silent apart from the clicking of talons striking the steel plating. They split up and followed the marines, watching them from a distance.

Omar Salvage Runner "Racskuan"

The processed video feed came into the ship's sensors. It was received rather enthusiastically by the ship, which had been scouring for protable and in-portable resources. It was not expecting a huge risk in taking this opportunity.

Of course, the Omar were extremely cautious. They slowly commiserated in the cramped space as it huddled down the spaceway into the system, communicating through their internal systems. They had not yet encountered the xenomorph species, though it could prove to be a useful asset. The Omar in the salvage runner were not specially trained for combat save for the few Protectors that were assigned for emergency purposes. However, the Guilds was rebuilding and would need a large amount of resources if they were to succeed in the post-hibernation proccess.

However, an unexpected factor came in, the presence of a Republican space vehicle. The Omar did not have any official claim to the salvage, and thus, plans would have to be revised. An observation period perhaps. Apparently, the crew has been decimated and the alien species has survived on the spacecraft, thus, the Republican space vehicle would go under extreme casualties. This would mean more salvage, yet less resources. There was a decision that had to be made. The Omar runner patched a message to the Republican craft through a FTL transmission.

Republican sovereigns, the derelict that has been located in this
system is to be recovered by the Guild runner "Racskuan". We are to salvage
and reclaim resources for the Guilds. We are willing to accept a temporary
joint effort with your crew. We are willing to aid you in finding any surviving
crew members, however, the Guilds requests that the ship itself be recovered
by the Omar, as well as the xenomorph specimens. All information and
archives in the ships will be relinquished to the republic, as that is of no
use to us, except for the studies pertaining to the Xenomorph species. We await
your decision. We will be closing in on the derelict within the course of
several Terran hours. We hope you make your decision before then.

The Calypso had docked with the vessel that was still sinisterly silent despite the number of times it had been hailed with an all-frequency signal by the Shuttle. Slowly hovering beneath what seemed to be the hatch of the vessel, the Universal Airlock Hatch had been extended from the Shuttles main bay and locked with the Hatch before pressurising and ensuring that someone could go through it without dying of asphixiation.

On the other side of the UAH, the first section of Republican Marines were assembled and checking their weapons and combat gear before they ventured into the ship. There were ten of them, half of the Calypos compliment, and were led by Lieutenant Green, a veteran of the Marine Corp and creator of what was referred to jokingly as the 'Space Marine' project for the Republican Space Service. The rest of his men were veterans as well, hand-picked for their service and level-headed attitudes; only the best were chosen for such a dangerous and important mission in the RSS.

Green had been briefed by Commander Harker only a few minutes before, and as he understood it his mission was simple enough; enter the vessel, determine the status of the crew, aid them in anyway possible, and if possible 'acquire' any technology that could aid the Fepublic itself. Satisfied that his men were ready, he put his own matte-black helmet on and pulled down the visor, leaving a small slit to see out of. He turned to his men, and used the internal radio to speak to them. 'Allright Guys, lets get started. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get back here and get on our way back to Earth.' With that, he hit the UAH panel and opened it, stepping through the threshold and into the small gap between the two vessels. He found a small panel that seemed to be an operating system and hit it, but nothing happened. He sighed inwardly. Nothing was ever as easy as it looked in the movies. 'Get me a welder up here, and fast. Looks like we're going to be cutting our way in...'

It took them an hour to weld open the hatch and get all the Marines into the alien ship, but they were finally assembled and ready to move. There seemed to be gravity, so they wouldn't be floating around with all the effectiveness of a lemon, whch was always an advantage. There also seemed to be oxygen, so Green took his helmet off to check. The air was stale, as it was on all ships, and was slightly bitter as well. He inhaled; there was a smell in the air, almost coppery. It reminded him of something, but he couldn't quie put his finger on it...

Satisfied all the same, he gave the all-clear signal and the rest took off their helmets, breathing in the oxygen. The ship seemed much like the Calypso, with the same grey walls and long, winding corridors, but there was a complete lack of life as far as the Marines could see. Nothing was moving, not even the small robots that seemed to be the norm on ships like this. Green held up his hand and made it into a fist, then pointed forward. The Marines sprang into action, moving in two seperate columns through the first corridor until they got a to a junction with three other corridors leading off. Green signalled to two of his men, Private McClusky and Corporal Boeing, to stay and guard the airlock whilst the rest carried on.

The two men detached themselves form the rest, and when the others moved on they stayed put within visual range of the airlock. McClusky turned to Boeing, who was a good friend of his, and frowned. 'Man, I hate all this. I mean, look at this. We're in a freakin' abandoned spaceship, in the middle of space, and there's no-one around, not even those little robots for crying out loud. I mean, we're going to be screwed, I know it...'
Boeing was the more level-headed of the two, and was used to McClusky's paranoia. He glared at him. 'Just calm yourself mate. I mean, what does this look like, the set of some cheesy sci-fi movie? Do you see any vents around here? Or any experiments gone wrong? There's nothing crawling around in the air-vents, so just relax. I'm sure the Lieutenants got everything under control.'

Onboard the Calypso, Commander Harker had just recieved word that the Marines had cut through the main hatch and entered the craft when the Comms Officer caught his eye and told him a message from another alien craft had just come through to them:

Republican sovereigns, the derelict that has been located in this
system is to be recovered by the Guild runner "Racskuan". We are to salvage
and reclaim resources for the Guilds. We are willing to accept a temporary
joint effort with your crew. We are willing to aid you in finding any surviving
crew members, however, the Guilds requests that the ship itself be recovered
by the Omar, as well as the xenomorph specimens. All information and
archives in the ships will be relinquished to the republic, as that is of no
use to us, except for the studies pertaining to the Xenomorph species. We await
your decision. We will be closing in on the derelict within the course of
several Terran hours. We hope you make your decision before then.

After translation, Harker read it and frowned. They seemed friendly enough, but what the hell was a Xenomorph, and why did they want them? Well, they didn't seem to have a lot of choice in the matter as they seemed friendly enough, so he had the Comms send a message of agreement back to the alien craft. Then he turned to more urgent matters. He had to let the Marines know that there were Xenomorphs, whatever they were, onbaord the ship...

Onboard the Calypso, Commander Harker had just recieved word that the Marines had cut through the main hatch and entered the craft when the Comms Officer caught his eye and told him a message from another alien craft had just come through to them:

Republican sovereigns, the derelict that has been located in this
system is to be recovered by the Guild runner "Racskuan". We are to salvage
and reclaim resources for the Guilds. We are willing to accept a temporary
joint effort with your crew. We are willing to aid you in finding any surviving
crew members, however, the Guilds requests that the ship itself be recovered
by the Omar, as well as the xenomorph specimens. All information and
archives in the ships will be relinquished to the republic, as that is of no
use to us, except for the studies pertaining to the Xenomorph species. We await
your decision. We will be closing in on the derelict within the course of
several Terran hours. We hope you make your decision before then.

After translation, Harker read it and frowned. They seemed friendly enough, but what the hell was a Xenomorph, and why did they want them? Well, they didn't seem to have a lot of choice in the matter as they seemed friendly enough, so he had the Comms send a message of agreement back to the alien craft. Then he turned to more urgent matters. He had to let the Marines know that there were Xenomorphs, whatever they were, onbaord the ship...
Republican Sovereign Harker

We are relieved that you have complied with our request. We will be arriving
at your location within the next thirty Terran minutes. We will contact your
crew through radio transmission when we arrive.

[OOC: Post to come.]

The Racskuan came in quickly, and soon sensors were not needed as it slowed directly above the derelict ship and began to hover. It was of very odd design, with a gradient black exterior that seemed to blend in with the black void, though the contrast with the derelict made it obvious. It was about a fourth of the size of the derelict, with a hemispherical bridge and eight "legs" that branched off and went back, which were strips of the FTL ionization engine. Light of the ionized particles was a low glow of white energy, though it dimmed as the Racskuan slowed. A long tail ending with what appeared to be a docking mechanism was used to stabilize the ship. Slowly, it hovered and lowered the tail over the derelict's cargo bay, the blue spot of the tail seemingly liquid like as it accomodated for the metal.

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Into the boarding bay, there was a team of five designated Omar. The ship itself was kept in very dim lighting to save power, and because of Omar implants, it was no hinderance. As a result, the glaring eyes of the Omar's face was a chilling sight in the very dark. They were currently swwaiting for orders, and recovering their weapons. Each Omar was hatched into a pod on the walls of the room, standing over the semi-liquid passage that was created into the derelict, a passage way through the metal into the cargo bay. This would later allow for quick recovery of all resources the ship remained with.

Omar technology in weapons varies, because they produce almost wahtever they can sell. However, for personal use, they have developed a universal ammo system that uses extensive nano-technology to transform base materials for ammo into the required form. This saves huge amounts of resoruces and increases weapon efficiency, but at the same time leaves no area for ammo enhancement, but this was seen as a necessary sacrifice in the decision to unversalize Omar ammunition in their own operations.

The Omar were variedly equipped, but the entry team was built for combat, with four Protectors (military caste) and one Technician (scientific caste.) The Protectors were armed each with a sub-machine gun that was curtailed for CQC (Close Quarter Combat.) They also held a complement of EMP and Concussion grenades, as well as a Spider Bot each, which was a field deployable droid that could go into small areas unseen and map out areas of action, and also self destruct on comman. It could also emit a weak electro-magnetic pulse on command and during its self-destruct sequence. The Technician had no combat purpose, but had a repair and recovery equipment set stored in a insent on the Omar's back, as well as a complement of graftable mechanical tools and bypasses, making the Technician essential for taking over ship systems and going through secure areas.

The team simultaneously got the message from the Ship's symbion (the controller, a pilot caste) that the salvagimng proccess was ready to commence. The symbion patched a radio message using alternate channels in the runner ship to the organic team within the derelict.

We are ready to proceed with reinforcement through the Omar
Recovery Unit. Please give us your location, and your status will be confirmed
and fortified as our team searches for organic life. The runner will be
beginning scans of the derelict for life after the unit is deployed. We will be
providing sensor support from the Racskuan and will provide any information
we have surveyed.

And as soon as the transmission ended, the pods were released, and landed into the cargo bay, and with a jerk, opened with a hiss as the pressurization ended. The Omar stepped out and surveyed the room ,scanning for movement and heat signals. The Technician stood in the middle and took out a small sensory object and dropped it on the ground.

[i]"Scanning environmental conditions. Adaptation procedure will proceed."

The device activated and scanned the environmental conditions of the surrounding area. As soon as the data was collected it was sent back to the Technician, who patched it to the rest of the Unit. The Protectors adjusted their environmental settings. The designated unit coordinator, one of the Protectors, gave the message.

"Environmental adjustments complete. Artificial gravity adjustment check, pressure systems check, gases check, temperature check. All systems nominal. Procceed with operation."

ooc:Just a warning, I will win this, or my nation ceases to exist, period. Not great for an intro RP.Plus you are up against five million screeching creatures just looking for more places to feed upon.

The modified queen xenomorph watched the events unfold from the bridge, now modified to operate the entire ship from a cluster of consoles, built by the xenomorphs under the total control of the queen. She did the closest thing to a smile a xenomorph can, and used emitters set up around the ship to release nanoscale sensor reflective materials, to scramble the sensor blips that would show up if a drone was detected. Some dedicated hunter xenos were altered to absorb scans, but the average drone was still visible to even simple radar.

The hunting xenomorphs stalked the marines, now silently, watching for an opportunity. One of the marines looked behind him, a grave mistake. One of the creatures thought it was spotted. It lashed out with it's tail, the razor sharp bladed end slicing through the marine's face. The creatures all screeched and chittered for a second, and decided to split up and run through the ventilation shafts, following the scent of the humans from a distance.

Near the Omar entry point a group of the sentry xenomorphs caught the scent. They were ready for the hunt. About a moth before they had picked up a group of canines from a temperate world, and used them as hosts. The resulting 'guard dog' xenomorph was very effective for hunting down intruders. All ten of these quiet, sinister hunters were released to stalk the intruders.

OoC: Promising introduction, we need more like you. However, my one criticism would be what you did with the marines (I presume those were Skinny's marines) and by controlling another player's characters, it's called godmodding. Something that is very frowned upon in NS, however, I may have misread something.

Welcome to NS and enjoy your stay, same goes for you too Omar Guilds. Skinny, I hope you have a rotten time! :p

A few lightyears away...

A Nanotech Army Frigate/Long-Range Scout/Light Transport (F.L.L. for short) was patrolling an uninhabited region of space, scouting for resources to be Integrated into the Swarm, when it intercepted fragments of a FTL transmission.

Republican ---, the derelict that --- located in this
--- recovered by --- "Racskuan". --- salvage
and reclaim ---. We --- to accept ---
joint effort with ---. We are willing --- in finding any surviving
---, however, the Guilds --- the ship itself be recovered
--- Omar, as --- xenomorph specimens. --- and
archives in the ships --- to the republic, as that --- no
use to --- for the studies --- Xenomorph species.
We --- decision. --- be closing in --- derelict within --- hours.
We --- make your --- then.

The Omnipresence: Possible resources detected... Possible hostiles detected... Investigating

The F.L.L. set a course for five million kilometers from the source of the transmission and engaged its Negative Energy Drive (FTL Drive). ETA in approximately one standard hour (earth hour) depending on amount of space debris in area.

ooc:Just a warning, I will win this, or my nation ceases to exist, period. Not great for an intro RP.Plus you are up against five million screeching creatures just looking for more places to feed upon.

[OOC: Sure, that will be no problem. The Omar want the ship, but if perhaps they could get in contact with the queen, an somehow intelligibly negotiate, they would have no ethical qualms about releasing the Xenomorphs onto a nearby planet and taking the ship, though of course, it may not even come to that.]

Near the Omar entry point a group of the sentry xenomorphs caught the scent. They were ready for the hunt. About a moth before they had picked up a group of canines from a temperate world, and used them as hosts. The resulting 'guard dog' xenomorph was very effective for hunting down intruders. All ten of these quiet, sinister hunters were released to stalk the intruders.

The Omar looked around the cargo bay. They knew that they would have to expect something. The coordinator raised his hand, and pointed his hand to the left and soon the technician was safely secure with a perimeter. The Protectors stayed alert for any Xenomorphs, and a communication link with the Racskuan.

Unit is in placement. We are currently surveying cargo of derelict and
preparing for Republican Marine support. We need to take all caution and
prevent xenomorph contamination of the Omar. While we are immune to
impregnation, such a process would be fatal to both the Omar and
xenomorph, we must take all precautions necesarry. As such, the Racskuan
must dislodgethe entry device and hover a safe distance from the derelict,
far enough for emergency extraction but far enough to avoid xenomorph
contamination.

As soon as possible, the Racskuan complied and slowly lifted up, the liquid substance solidifying as it took off, leaving the Omar in the cargo bay, waiting for a reply from the Republican marines.

'Reilly!' The anguished shout of Lieutenant Green could be heard throughout the huge vessel, followed only seconds later by the heavy crackle of small-arms fire as Green and the rest of the Marines turned and opened fire on the creatures that had swarmed the small group as they had left the airlock.

The small group had formed a tight cicle, constricted both by their numbers and the size of the corridor and opened fire with their weapons on the Xenomorpths that had appeared seemingly from nowhere. Reilly, the unfortunate Marine who had heard the first Xenomorph and turned was writing on the floor, his face a bloodied mess and the rest of his torso little better. However, the others had no time to check on him as they tried to defend themselves from the horrific creatures that launched themselves through the long airvents that criss-crossed the corridor the Marines were in.

A long burst from Lieutenant Greens MP10 hit the large Xenomorph that had attacked Reilly and hopefully killed it, splitting it from tail to whatever the creature had at its top and slamming it to the floor. The others concentrated their fire on the airvents and seemed to catch several of the creatures in their fire as the vents echoed with harsh guttural screeches. One Marine hefted his M-16A2 and pulled the trigger, sending a grenade past the group at a number of the creatures that were at the other end of the corridor. The grenade exploded a fraction of a second later, knocking down one of the vents and obscuring the view of the creatures.

Seeing this, Green shouted at his men to follow him and they ran the only way they could, towards the creatures that had been hit by the grenade, firing as they went. As they did, Green radioed to the Calypso, shouting, his voice edged with panic.

'Calypso, this is Green. We have made contact with an unknown number of hostiles, they appear to be organic creatures of some kind, large and with deadly claws and tails. I have one KIA and two men wounded from the creatures, and I have been forced away from the airlock. I will try and get to the secondary airlock...'

The transmission, which had been on an open channel in Greens haste, was cut off by a harsh burst of static and a guttural screech.


Back at the airlock, Boeing and McClusky heard the Lieutenants call and lokked in horror at each other before raising their weapons and aiming at the other end of the short corridor. McClusky swore at Boeing. 'Some goddamn movie, huh? I told you, we're all going to be screwed...'

.:snippage:.

ooc: Blaargh. This is a puppet nation, my usual one is Ankhmet. And if you're a marine on a deserted, spooky spaceship with funny clicking noises going on you're going to watch your six, no? It was just a way to introduce my guys properly :). Skinny: small point of order, xenomorphs are at least as large as a person, not small :) or are your people all seven feet tall with platform shoes :D ?
ic:

The concentrated fire of the squad of marines tore apart the xenomorph hunting pack, the creatures virtually disintegrating under the grenade. Almost all of the hunters were ripped apart, giving off alarm pheromones that wouldn't take long to reach the rest of the hive. Should the marines be on the ship when they hive is alerted, hell will break loose.

The xenos in the shafts had no better luck. Acid blood dripped from ventilation shafts, and slicked the walls, cieling and floor of the corridor.

The coordinator looked to the others as they came to realization that they were not going to receive Marine support. There was a moment of awkward silence as the transmission played over the internal radio. The Omar had been monitoring the open channels for a message from the Marines. Certainly, this was not what they expected. Or wished to hear. It was sent to the Kacskuan, in which the rest of the crew realized that the xenomorph threat was great, and very possibly the progenitor had begun to secrete the hive substance. This derelict ship very possibly could be the xenomorph's new breeding ground. It was not such a huge shock, but this meant that the derelict may be very hard to obtain and also contain. The mission itself might be too risky, and it may not be worth the effort to contain or eject the xenomorph specimens.

The coordinator made the decision that they would continue the clean-up. The xenomorph specimens would need to be studied if they were to be contained outside of Omar systems. It would be necessary to recover what is possible, recover samples of xenomorph specimes and the serin that coats the hive, and search for any organic survivors as long as it does not interfere with Omar Survival. If the entire crew has been impregnated, a few of the hosts must be collected and then contained, while the others must be eliminated to decimate the feeding and breeding capabilities of the xenomorphs. The coordinator found agreement with the Racskuan crew and his unit, and then requested a scan of the ship for organics, so they could pinpoint the marines' location and know any spots for survivor, as well as the position of any xenomorphs. The technician remarked that he did not have the capabilities, and sent the request to the Racskuan. The symbion complied.

Outside of the derelict, the hovering, spider-like Racskuan salvage runner pointed the circlular cockpit at the derelict. A red beam of light turned into a triangle of dim light, which scanned the derelict from side to side, collecting data. Unfortunately, there was an, error. The symbion relayed this to the coordinator, telling him that there was some inteference with the scan.

"Possible awry systems in the derelict of the sensor jammers could be malfunctioning and are blocking scans. Method and source unknow."

"Possibility of shutting down sensor jamming?"

"Externally, would cause much harm to the resources located in the ship. Internally, the technician can handle a slicing into the derelict's systems, if still active."

"Contact the Republican sovereign ship. Give them our location. Request for marine locations."

The symbion acknowledged and slowly began to work the comm systems and created a closed line to the Republican ship.

Republican sovereign,

The Omar request that you disclose last known location of the Republican unit
within the derelict. The Omar unit is moving out of the cargo bay and will be
heading to the bridge to shut down sensor jamming systems, which is a
barrier to our survivor rescue operation and xenomorph containment
procedure. Data can be uploaded to your systems of our Omar location, which
is being monitored by the Racskuan. No survivors have yet to be found. Now
that we see the extent of the xenomorph threat, it is possible that there will
be none. The Omar will continue to help the Republican sovereigns as long as
it does not interfere with Omar Survival.

I would join you guys but it looks like your thread is well under way so tag)

Onboard the Calypso

Commander Harker had heard the transmission by Lieutenant Green at the same time as the rest of the crew. The open channel had made it hard not to hear it. They sat in stunned silence for a moment, before jerking back to reality. They had a job to be done. Harker turned to the Comms Officer who had signalled to him. 'Sir, we've received another transmission from The Omar vessel.':

Republican sovereign,

The Omar request that you disclose last known location of the Republican unit within the derelict. The Omar unit is moving out of the cargo bay and will be heading to the bridge to shut down sensor jamming systems, which is a
barrier to our survivor rescue operation and xenomorph containment
procedure. Data can be uploaded to your systems of our Omar location, which
is being monitored by the Racskuan. No survivors have yet to be found. Now
that we see the extent of the xenomorph threat, it is possible that there will
be none. The Omar will continue to help the Republican sovereigns as long as
it does not interfere with Omar Survival.

Harker nodded. If these aliens could aid them, they could make use of them. He ordered the Comms Officer to transmit the Marines position to The Omar vessel, and then sat back in silence, and waited...


Onboard the Xeno-Occupied Vessel

Hell, it seemed, had come to the abandoned vessel. After losing Riley and having two other men wounded, Lieutenant Green had led the remnants of his men away from the airlock, pursued relentlessly by the xenomorphs. They had killed several more of the creatures after ambushing them in a small passage between two corridors, but his two wounded men had fallen and were massacred by the angered xenos. The further the small group got into the ship, the more of the creatures there appeared to be, coming at them from every vent, hole and room in the godforsaken vessel.

Finally Green led his men into a large room in the vessel that appeared to be the former crews mess. The room was large, with what appeared to be two main exits, and full of large benches and chairs centered with large metal tables for eating on. The Marines ran in and closed the door they had come through and dragged one of the benches to it and barricaded the doors. Green made sure the door was blocked, then turned to his men. Including him there weer just five men left, out of the original ten, minus the two still at the airlock. He knew that he could not let them rest, so he had them push over the benches and chairs to make a makeshift barricade, a square in the middle of the room. Then they placed their weapons on top of the square and waited whilst Green tried to get through to the Calypso. All he got was a large burst of static, but he continued to send a message in case anyone could hear it.

In the middle of sending the message for the third time, a long screech could be heard from outside the messhall, and the clicking of the creatures limbs as they neared. Suddenly they stopped, and Green wondered if they had lost their scent, but with a thunderous roar the screeching continued and the barricaded door rattled fiercely with multiple impacts from the creatures. The Marines held their fire, but soon the doors burst open and the first of the creatures entered the room. The Marines let loose a hail of fire, and the first of the xenos went down, but others followed it , mounting the first bench barricades.

The first Marine, the Private with the M-16A2 that had caused such chaos near the airlock fired a long burst, cutting down a creature in mid-stride before running his magazine dry. He had no chance of changing clips as he was grabbed and pulled over the side of the barricade, killed instantly. The remaining Marines pulled closer together, knocking down a few more of the creatures before one, and then another were pulled over the benches and killed, their weapons firing even as they went over the side.

Within seconds only Green and a Lance-Corporal were left in the square. Seeing a gap in the mass of xenos, he shouted to the man to follow him; he pushed open the baricade and ran to the opposite door, pulling the other with him as he went. He kept a grip on the mans hand as he made it through the door, only to turn back and see the hand ended at the wrist. Disgusted, he dropped the hand and thumbed his radio again.

'This Sierra-One. All men gone, I repeat, all my men are KIA. I am the only one left apart from the two men at the airlock. I cannot get past the creatures Commander. I can try and....' The message was cut short by a wordless exclamation, the sound of a sub-machine gun firing until it ran dry, and then a short, anguished scream...


OOC: Hope this isnt too much of a god-mode, if it is I can redo it, I just got caught uop in typing it. Im not sure of the boundaries. Since there are so many of the creatures, can we say we kill them?

[OOC: This will be a short post, as I will need Slranthisss to fill in the xenomorph's part.]

The Omar received the data and then set to work, as they could not remain very long in one spot without being found, and thus, put into danger. They quickly in their formation made their way to the main doorway. They weaved through the cargo, and finally arrived at the large blast doors. The technician stepped forward and began to work his magic at the controls as the protectors and coordinators kept their sharp eyes out. A soft, sharp sound set one of the protectors to point his weapon towards the source, and realized something. There were many ventilation ducts in the area. A clicking was heard, but to his dismay, a simple Terran space rat crawled from the duct and twitched its nose at the Omar, leaving one to weaken his pose and grip, until a drip of serin fell on his shoulder. A sudden gasp as the Omar looked directly up, into the face of his death. A semi-mechanical, semi-alien screech was emitted from the Omar and the others suddenly set into motion and pointed there weapons only seconds before they came.

[OOC: Hope I didn't overcontrol you, can be revised if its a bit too much godmodding.]

ooc:Given the nature of my massive combat forces I don't mind you guys killing off a few in your posts :D

The Omar were wise to ready their weapons. Just milliseconds later the hulking form of a predalien, surrounded by hundreds of facehuggers and drones emerged from a mysteriously open blast door. Drones swarmed from the ventilation shafts , forming a nightmarish, screaming army. The walls of the room were black with the xenomorphs, the ceilings a writhing mass of chitinous creatures. But for some reason they stayed back. They screamed and made their hellish music, but they did not attack. A bleeping noise signalled the activation of the ship's intercom. A series of screams, clicks and screeches could be heard, followed by a mechanical voice.

"Do not interfere with Hive Slranthisss. We are superior. We are gods amongst all creatures. We will not take you as food if you do not harm any drones. You must realise that to do so would be suicide. we outnumber you several hundred thousand to one. Your odds of survival would be slim. Just ask the fools who fought."

A panel on the wall slid away, revealing a vidscreen. On it could be seen a human, stuck to the wall of a section of the ship converted to hive. The human writhes and squirms, but cannot get free.

"Of course you would not be taken as hosts. You would be live food. The dehydrated human rations do not entirely agree with my drones. they become much more vicious when ordered to attack than usual. The choice is ypurs. Leave, and never come back, or die. If you choose to leave I will answer any questions you have about Hive Slranthisss."

"Of course you would not be taken as hosts. You would be live food. The dehydrated human rations do not entirely agree with my drones. they become much more vicious when ordered to attack than usual. The choice is ypurs. Leave, and never come back, or die. If you choose to leave I will answer any questions you have about Hive Slranthisss."
The Omar stayed in formation as the Protectors stood in front of the Coordinator and the Technician. The Coordinator stared resolutely at the writhing mass of black chitins, and raised his hand, and with it, the Protectors raised their weapons as they charged. He then though for a moment, before replying in the synthesized voicebox in his Omar carapace.

"We were here to recover resources. The Guilds only seek preservation of our civilization. We have no further reason to be here, as the Omar only seek collection of resources for the Guilds. We chose to look for the possible survivors because it fit our interests, however, if it becomes a threat to our survival, then we must desist. We will leave this derelict, and thus the hive. However... We wish to know what use Hive Slranthisss has for this derelict and the large amount of cargo that is found here, including raw materials, weapons, ammunition... Things that are not necessary for Xenomorph survival, but are for Omar Guild survival."

ooc:Are you attacking? O_O

ic:

Again the loud screeching of the queen could be heard.

"You cannot presume to know the motives of the new Hive Slranthisss. You must have seen the visual logs the captain broadcasted some months ago. Then you must also know that I am vastly intelligent. These things can be bartered for food and hosts. We need this 'derelict' as you call it to move the hive around, and establish new colonies under the chitin fist of Slranthisss. This is a fully functional supercruiser. It is no mere derelict, floating in space. It is our hive, our home. You would violate the home of the most powerful killing machines in the known universe. Surely there can be no good intent in that. We cannot allow you to take our cargo. And you may be interested to know that this ship is fully armed, and I control the weapons. Let me show you."

The vidscreen blinks to an outside view of the ship, with the Omar craft visible in the distance. Massive frag cannons can be seen emerging from the hull of the hiveship. Seconds later they fire at the Omar craft for several seconds, firing volley after volley. The full effect cannot be seen as an explosion obscures the Omar ship.

ooc:Are you attacking? O_O
[OOC: No, but they are ready to if the Xenomorphs begin attacking. All the Coordinator needs to do is swing down his hand.]

The Coordinator looked as the salvage ship was attacked, and already he got the message from inside.

"We do not presume to know your motives. We only wish to know what use you had for the supplies here. When you stop your attack on the Racskuan, we will leave and will not interfere with your operations from this supercruiser."

He did not look at the screen, he could not risk looking away from the little army. Instead, he received the data feeds directly. Apparently, there was severe damage, but the Racskuan could still make it to the nearest station for repairs. It was an independent station, but it would be necessary to take risks.

"These goods have no direct value to us. But we can use them for trade. In some places we do not have the reputation for brutality we have gained, and I have a small number of the original Mayakovsky prototype infiltration Synth who can speak in most languages. We use those to trade the goods. We wish only to spread across the universe."

"These goods have no direct value to us. But we can use them for trade. In some places we do not have the reputation for brutality we have gained, and I have a small number of the original Mayakovsky prototype infiltration Synth who can speak in most languages. We use those to trade the goods. We wish only to spread across the universe."
"We part on this note of mutual survival. We will not directly interfere into your method of xenomorph survival. We wish to continue the preservation of our civilization. I am not in the position to speak for us, but The Diplomat perhaps will contact you further when he is made light of this situation."

"We part on this note of mutual survival. We will not directly interfere into your method of xenomorph survival. We wish to continue the preservation of our civilization. I am not in the position to speak for us, but The Diplomat perhaps will contact you further when he is made light of this situation."

"Such contact would enrich both civilisations. I'm sure I could shed some light on some elements of the xenomorph race which have baffled the scientists of many races."

"Such contact would enrich both civilisations. I'm sure I could shed some light on some elements of the xenomorph race which have baffled the scientists of many races."
"Such as your biomechanical nature? We will elaborate. We are glad that the sovereignity of Hive Slranthisss and the Omar Guilds can coexist."

The Coordinator lowered his hand very slowly and the Protectors went at ease.

"We request permission to be extracted. The Diplomat has contacted us, as soon as the Racskuan is within a safe distance, The Diplomat will contact you."

[BUMP]