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"So, this is the subject, Doctor Reed?"

"Yes sir, his family will find out that he had gone missing on a walk in the woods. It will make no difference, they can't do anything," Reed stated, motioning to the struggling body of a bound Mr Stephenson through the viewing screen.

"Good, now the egg we found underground will hatch, and will lay the embryo inside this man’s body, where it will grow, and burst forth as one of those spectacular beings. We could do anything with this, Reed. We have been questioning this being since we were young men, and now here it is.”

"Yes, sir, this will truly be spectacular. But, is this truly wise? What about the hunters in the records we found? They hunt these creatures. If e we show these up they will come, and they have weapons and skills greater than any of our soldiers!”

“Reed? We have been working for this all our lives, and you would threaten the entire operation because of some stupid hunters?!”

“No, no, of course not sir.”

“Good,” Weyland said, turning back to the viewing screen. “So it shall all soon begin. Pay the mercenary group, via Mr. Bliss, and then we shall wait.

“Of course, sir,” Reed replied, before turning and walking away.

Inside the room beyond the viewing screen, the egg unfolded, and a small being leapt out, before moving towards Mr. Stephenson, and jumping towards him as the man screamed.

“No! Dear God, no, no, no-“

It tightened its grip with its tail around Mr. Stephensons neck, and it latched around his head, silencing the screams.

“Soon it shall all begin.”

Hey guys, and welcome to this AVP roleplay!

There are already some established players, but anybody else could join, you’re all welcome…

… okay, so here it is, hope ya join, and have a nice day…

In his desolate apartment on the outskirts of the village, Felix Mechnikov lifted the small container and poured a few white pills on to his shaking hand. He downed the lot in one, before washing away the cloying taste away with some water. No alcohol tonight; he had a job to do. He crawled away slowly to his bed to catch a few hours of sleep before the night shift.

A short while later, he was awoken abruptly by knocking at the door. A harsh Spanish voice, heavily accented, came calling from the other side.
"Mech! Get the door now! Don't make me break it down!" Sighing, Felix forced himself up, grabbing his backpack and slipping on his heavy war-boots before pulling the door open. Outside were 3 men: A short, harsh-looking Brazillian with a tan and long black hair wearing little more than soiled rags; a giant of a man from America, black with piercing blue eyes, in a mix of military armour and plain clothing; and a mid-sized German in police uniform, all the badges ripped of, with short-cropped blonde hair and deep, hazel eyes. These were Baudelio Garza, a man he knew little of from the crime-ridden hell holes of Rio de Janiero, Jared Cortez, an old friend and ex-Ranger, and a mysterious individual from Germany named Leon Faber. He was their team leader, and wore a consistently calm and untelling expression. These four oddities made their way out of the Four Dragon's Inn and climbed in to the rugged pickup truck that awaited them outside and drove through the night, in to the city beyond.

Alpha moved through the Cobblestone streets, the dim flickering lights lit the winter night. He trod carefully so he would not disturb a single leaf or leave any marks of his passage, they where harmless but they screamed they did. He crawled into a ally way as a patrolling constable walked down the street whistling to the winter wind, Alpha knew that he was not a proper target. They, they had rumors. But they where perfect targets, they where indeed. Alpha watched several human teenagers drunkenly wander down the street, Alpha sprinted forward and slammed his bladed claws into the chest of one and grabbed the other. He did not spill the blood of the captured one and quietly moved down a sewer opening and dragged the human towards the Hive.

Nice intros guys, might need a bit more description and detail but they're good...

... nice work...

... so anyway, the first posts will basically be just a normal day in the life for your characters, don't go running into any Aliens, Preds, or Weyland Corp. employees...

... and blood reaper, thats gonna alert the authorities, but at least your adding to the hive...

(Reaper: Please don't type in black. I have to highlight it to read it. )

I must agree with Trollpie, it is kinda hard to read...

... and Trollpie, as long as you put RP: at the begining of every post, you don't need to use brackets for OOC ones...

(OOC) Oh but I do love to enjoy the utter terror that it creates, fear is a disease. A grand one. Indeed.

Alpha returned to the surface, he did not like the confined space of the hive. The Queen was young, not enough to create a great Hive. He eyed the humans and hissed, meat and nothing more. He skimmed along the roof tops and watched the trucks of a unknown Human company.

Bad, reaper, very, very bad...

... no investigating Weyland Corp. vans!

Wow, thinking about it is must be kinda hard to RP an alien...

... omg, I have just thought of something awesome, and I hope you're thinking allong the same lines as I...

... but don't do it yet, its way too early in the RP for big things like that...

... maybe do some RPs in the hive (wherever it is) describing it, and also talking about the rest of the hive, and where Alpha came from and stuff...

... just an idea...

... oh, and I hate to sound like I'm nagging, I honestly do, but could you do some RP's with about 2 paragraphs or so (I know its hard with an Alien ) as it just adds to the RP in a way...

... WARORK will show us all how its done, seeing as how hes an epic roleplay, and should definately be a writer...

... and I love how you love to terrorise humans, I really do...

I'll see what I can do but I can't do that much right now, being an Alien ain't easy however I can 'talk' to the other Xenomorph's using the hive mind that connects them and since I'm the big boss Alien I probably would have a stronger connection.

Thats true I suppose...

... and as I said, I'd find it incredibly hard RPing an alien, so, if you pull it off and create some great RP's, then you have my total and utter respect...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:... WARORK will show us all how its done, seeing as how hes an epic roleplay, and should definately be a writer...

I'm flattered Shas...I'll get on an intro as soon as I'm done with EoT

Sam lay down in the fields another day of training with his brother Brian.
"Why do we go to these stupid places? We're a great sniper team so why do more?" Brian asked. Sam sighed and shuk his head and looked through scope and saw a target in a forest just a basic paper target. He took a breath pulled the trigger and the bullet left the barrel, it shattered some of tree.
"Great shot bro!" said Brian.
"Thanks little bro! Come on lets check that town" Replied Sam
Both brothers stud up and walked over to the town and if they were lucky grab a pint at the local pub. They walk into the street and it is quiet to quiet they see the police taping up a area some that meant they couldn't go that way to the pub.

I will make an intro tonight or tomorrow.

Sam sat in the old guard post. He had been assigned to guard the London headquarters of MONOLITH. He looked out the window idly staring down the street. A bunch of drunks where staggering away from the local bar signing old folks songs. They passed an alley, one of them disappeared into the dark, completely unnoticed by his friends. Sam stood drawing his T.A.R from beneath the guard post counter. "Control, this is north gate, i am investigating a disturbance, be on alert"


He walked slowly to the door of the small hut. He moved towards the alley slowly. When he came around the corner he heard a low moaning. He knew that type. The drunk was in pain. He switched on the infrared function in his new multi-purpose glasses. The drunk suddenly appeared as a yellow and read shape. There was a large multi-colored pool of liquid around him. He looked like he had been stabbed. He saw the weapon used on him by his side. It was a combat knife, army issue. "Control, call an ambulance some poor edgits got himself mugged out here."

The sound of dripping water echoed through the hive, its sound grimly accompanying the dark howls of the Xenomorph queen laying another egg and the crawling of a Facehugger towards its doomed pray. Alpha sat atop a over turned pipe and looked over the rest of the hive, his leadership and intelligence had secured its survive since its birth. He had forced his way out of the prey and had lead his hive to more prey, he had killed the prey, hunted it and proved their superiority over it. He was the Alpha, the greater of the hive. Even the Queen could not be compared with him, he was Alpha. Alpha's day dreaming was interrupted by the lead Warrior who hissed and screeched, Alpha understood and guided his servants towards the door way in order to investigate the disturbances.

Beta hissed and scratched at the door way, he had found no intruders at the entrance of the Hive. Rats and other vermin, Beta plucked the rat and snapped his jaws over its head before tossing it away. He heard another sound, Humans, Prey. He hid and watched as workers moved near to the hives entrance;

"Looks like some form of resin, I've never seen something like it."

Beta snarled as his pack arrived, he pointed towards the Human workers and made gestures to direct them to quietly slit the throats of the humans. The Warriors advanced and pounced on the humans before killing them, Beta nodded and almost bowed to Alpha as he inspected the 'troops'

"Excellent.....continue....work..."

Nice posts guys, this is moving allong quite well for the introes...

... now just for Warork...

oak yawned, and then jumped back onto his chair as a brick smashed through his window and landed in his cereal,knocking it over. as milk and froot loops spilled on the table,oak smiled and straightened his tie. looking at the smashed glass, he sighed. the 3rd this month. apparently people were fond of trees around here. standing up,he threw his bowl in the sink along with the brick. as he sat down at his computer, he smiled,logged into his work, and then jumped up and walked away. it felt good to know you had 3 days off from work due to being done with it all. going into his living room, he picked up his laptop and checked out his favorite site: alien face rapers. it was so fake it was funny,but people posted lots of interesting vids on the forums. after a few minutes,he sat the laptop aside and got up. as he finished cleaning up the glass,he realized something. he was bored out of his mind. "well, guess its better than facing face raping aliens...."

OOC: One question...what is the name of this city and town? I wanted to say London but I'm not sure...

The night was young on the stone laden streets of city. It was dark and the sun had fallen behind the building line and the horizon. Smoke filtered up from the many chimneys in the chill night air. Amber light showed from many windows at street level as fires blazed in fireplaces to warm the houses of the many rich, poor, and middle class people that lived there.

A lone figure walked this street tonight, a middle aged woman named Sarah Barrows who had just gotten off of her shift at a pub called Moriarti's. She was clad in a heavy coat and scarf as it was quite cold out and she could see her own breath but only just. The street was dark and barely a light was seen down it, regardless, she had traveled down this road every night for the past ten years to get to her apartment down the road and she was not afraid. As she walked down it however, she began to listen to the echo of her footfalls. The street was not usually so dark, or so devoid of life, there was usually at least a few people out on their stoops or in their driveways doing something or another. Regardless, she carried on, her purse feeling heavy on her arm...

In a minute or so, Sarah began to feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, she felt a shudder from her spine that wasn't from the cold. Her eyes darted and she paused for a second, looking around her at the shadows, but there was nothing to see, the street was deathly quiet and there wasn't a soul around. Regardless, she felt as if someone was watching her, it was frightening, frustrating. Yet she walked on, now at a faster pace and hugged her coat tighter to herself. She was going to enjoy the bottle of brandy and the cigarettes she had at her apartment after the cold tonight...

As she passed by and alleyway, a gruff hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed her purse arm, hauling her into the darkness of the alley where nobody could see her and shoving her up against the alley wall roughly. She yelped out of surprise but was stopped from uttering anything else by the same hand which covered her mouth. She stared in horror at the figure that stood before her, a large fellow wearing a black leather jacket and hood. He towered over her with a wicked smile and what she saw in his other hand startled her even more, the glint of metal was revealed to be a large and razor sharp knife. He held it so she could see it.

"Scream and I slit your throat. The bag and I let you go." He stated simply.

Sarah got a good look at the man's face, he had a long scar from his right temple going down to his jawline and was sporting a short beard. But it was the crazy insane smile that scared her the most, she trembled as she handed her bag to him. He swiped it from her and she stayed glued against the wall, the knife pointing at her so she dared not move. The mugger went through the bag roughly, throwing things such as mirrors and make up kits on the ground as he looked for valuables, he looked up at the woman and growled at her.

"Get lost and keep your mouth shut, I hear you blabbed to the cops and I'll hunt you down." He said with a chuckle. She began to inch away from him but was suddenly intrigued by a flicker of red light...

It was triangular in shape and was formed by three dots which slowly crept up the man's body until it sat motionless on his chest. Sarah stared in horrid fascination at the red light as she inched away, they led away from the man's chest like lasers. Sarah was about to investigate their origin before she was cut off by the man looking at her suddenly and away from the purse.

"Oi bitch! I said beat it! Don't make me--" Was all he got to say as a slight whine built up in the air and reached a crescendo in a loud zapping bang. A bright lance of light shot out form somewhere behind her and struck the mugger in the chest, throwing him into the alley and off his feet. Sarah blinked the after sight away and saw the man's smoking corpse, his chest blackened and smoldering from the blast, her mouth opened and she screamed, running down the street away from the scene...

Ten minutes later, the wind continued to blow on the alley and the screaming woman had long gone. The invisible statue leapt down onto the cobblestone street from the roof on the other side of the street from the alley about three stories up, his form spotless in the dark background of its cloaking. The form slowly began to reappear in sections until its black skinned and intricately armored figure was revealed in the darkness. Kanak was massive compared to his prey, his body covered with scarred musculature and scaly skin. Thick, vine like dreadlocks hung from his domed head with bone totems hanging from them. A leather bandoleer hung from his wide and armored chest with shrunken, bleached skulls hanging from it, his belt was decorated with similar trophies as well as large, animal skin pouches that held buts of his equipment. A large, metallic device hung from the back of his right shoulder where his plasma caster sat at rest. It came over to the corpse and examined it with casual boredom, tilting its head back and forth, scrutinizing the wound with trained eyes from behind its ritually marked metallic mask. It reached out with its clawed fingers and examined the female's bag and contents. He soon looked back to the corpse and made a scoffing noise in his throat an clicked his mandibles in disgust, the man was a thief, a dishonorable being. Kanak had been right to take his retched life. With a clenching of his fist, two, long, broad, wickedly barbed curving blades extended from one of the two wrist mounts on his arms and he went about his morbid work...

Less than ten minutes later, the body was red, wet, skinless, headless, spineless, and hanging from the nearest streetlight and forming a crimson puddle below it, hanging from its legs. Kanak crouched on the roof adjacent to it and examined the spine and skull of his trophy, it was definitely not the most glorious kill he'd ever claimed, nor was it the most honorable or the most dangerous, that honor belonged to the trio of Yautja skulls in his collection at the abandoned structure on the edge of town where Kanak had made his secret dwelling away from the humans. He needed to get back there before daybreak but had been distracted by spectacle. He stowed the trophy on his belt and brought up his wrist computer and pressed a series of rune engraved buttons, his cloaking device reignited with a whine and he was rendered invisible again. A few seconds later, he disappeared into the night, he was sure the human authorities would find the body but they would never be able to track it to him, they didn't even acknowledge his existence...most of them anyway...

Uhh, lets call it Middtown...

... and the city is Cloud city...

... and people, that is the sort of post you should all aspire to do...

... but of course, that will be on the news, just like reapers killings...

The truck ploughed through the late-night rains, droplets dissipating against it's rusted metal roof in a never-ending crescendo, flakes of red paint tearing loose as nature continued it's assault on all things man made. Visibility was poor, handling was awful and the speed limit were meaningless inside the pickup. The insurance details were fake, as were the IDs of all the men behind the wheel, allowing them to move however fast and recklessly they wanted without recieving fines or points on their licenses. It was cold outside, and windy; you could here the wind howling as it was funneled down streets and around towerblocks. Their destination was approximately five miles away: a large tower, belonging to some corporation. A series of deaths had occured there recently, and the company wanted those responsible killed on sight. They didn't want them taken alive; too much paperwork that way.

A loud bang pierced the night. To human ears it sounded completely unrecognisable, a mix of whining and screaming. What it was was unclear, but the hostility in it was unmistakable. Three of the four mecenaries in the battered truck instinctively reached for their weapons; Leon Faber simply gazed at them, his expression a mix of something smug and something angry.
"Stay calm. It's probably simple gun crime. Whatever it was, we weren't the target and it didn't come from the building." While his German accent was thin, the words sounded somehow unnatural, as if each was preceeded by considerable thought and planning. Most of Leon's actions were.
"True. But that sounded like no gun I've ever encountered. We should be on our guard." Garza's accent was thicker, and each word was spat out like something foul tasting that he expected the others to rip to shreds immediately afterwards.

Finally the truck found it's way to their destination and dragged itself up beside the door. As soon as Felix stepped out of the car an overpowering sense of danger seemed to wash over him. The wind carried a foul smell, and something about the building seemed not right, as if it didn't belong there. The windows were in shadow and a few were smashed. But there was something else that was troubling him; something he couldn't quite put his finger on, situated at the back of his mind were no conscious thoughts could penetrate. Gulping down his fear, he strode over to the building, every step a drain on his strength and willpower. Fearfully the four mercenaries pushed open the door and stepped over the threshold, in to the Weyland Corp Tower.

Ahh, going to Weyland corp. I see...

... as longas you don't do anything too big or encounter any aliens (yet) It'll be fine...

... nice post btw...

It's still not Warork standard, but of course the only thing that is Warork standard other than Warork is Fitzz standard.

And of course Kaiser standard comes just below...

... along with silly standard...

wonder where ineptus standard comes along?

Meh, somewhere in your own little world...

... don't make me make a list of standards!

Time does not grow on trees people...

... now, get RPing (directed at ineptus)!

*cracks whip*

alright alright...

just sayin', I got a crapload of homework due soon, other RPs and a bunch of junk.


expect a post in a bit.

Of course, your work should take priority...

... but do allow yourself a bit of time to RP...

... but not trying to force you or anything, do your work to the best of your ability...

RP done, just need to finish the punctation.

Mark Norman listened to ‘House of the Rising Sun’ as he contemplated the dilemma of life.
Go for a walk, or stay here and wait out the night?
Go for a walk.
Mark gathered up his poncho, phone, book, and all the other stuff he needed to wander the streets in the rain and left the room.
“Goin’ out dad.” He said, to a man counting money behind the kitchen table.

“Whatever. Take a weapon.”
“What?”
“You know what I always tol’ you, you bring a weapon whenever you go out of the house, just in case any….malcontents are around the corner.”
Mark sighed and picked up a soup ladle.
“Happy?” He asked.
“Yeah, whenever the triggerman comes by you can just say-”
“Spoon? Ha! You dumb ignoramus, this is a ladle! You-”
“-Did not know that this is a ladle.” Finished his dad, the quote was used very often in the house.
“alright dad, by.”
Take a rollin’ pin at least.”
“…have you done something to say, upset the don hereabouts?”
“This is England, they don’t have dons here, they have…er…’nobs’ right?”
“I’ll be leaving now.”
“Take the damned rollin’ pin.”
“Alight, fine, jeez…”

Mark opened the door and stepped out into the cobbled street. He liked England, it had rain. Mark liked rain. He pulled the rolling pin out of his pocket and tossed it into the bushes near the steps. He would get it later.
Walking down the street, he could hear the noises of the night over the fairly loud rainfall. He listened, the noises varied form car alarms to shopkeepers to a scream.

Scream?

Mark crouched low, the last thing he wanted was to be in the list of people killed by muggings.
Crawling over the cobles, he dragged himself into the confines of a bush.

He waited for a while. Things like this made him oh-so paranoid, maybe it was just all this talk about hitmen, but nothing about the street felt right.

He looked furtively both ways and pulled himself form out of the bush. He could just hear a clattering…

He inched along the street, his back to the cold walls, the moisture form the rain dripping down his back.
As he approached the ally, he heard the faint noise of glass being moved.

It must be a burglar, he thought to himself, he grasped in the dark for anything that could help him, he found it, a handle, and something weighted on the end.

He waited for a moment, then rushed into the ally.

“AHHH!” a lady screamed, looking up from brushing up some glass fragments to see a poncho-wearing teen with a raised Lysol spray can dart out of the ally.
“Huh?” he asked.
“Wot the ‘ell?” she asked.
“Erm…”
“You get! Firs’ it’s dogs going froo me window and now muggers!” she lunged at him with the broom handle,
“Argg! Get off you old bat!”
“OH HO! So it’s insults now, eh? I’ll teach you!” she cackled and hit him over the head with the bristle end.
“Gaaahhh! Get off, lady!” Mark untangled himself form his poncho and ran full tilt in the opposite direction. he did not stop till he could see his house lights.
“That was close.” He mumbled to himself, “Me and my overactive imagina-” he stopped.
Something was moving in the brush.
Mark squinted hard.
The shadow looked vaguely humanoid, but almost eight feet tall, with an angular head.
For a moment, Mark saw something on his chest, it could have been three red dots, but they were gone in an instant. Along with the apparition.
Mark again cursed his overactive imagination and walked back home.
Watched

6:30 AM Tuesday.
Sam woke up to the buzzing of his alarm . Time to go to work. He dressed slowly. Military fatigues, followed by his armor and large combat boots. He followed this with an ammo belt. He went to a large locker in the corner of the room. He removed his T.A.R, his combat knife and his grenades. He walked outside to the Garage and raised the door. Among the old oil cans, there where engine components and beer cans. But by far the most prominent item in the Garage was a large heavily armored Humvee with tinted windows. He jumped behind the wheel quickly and turned the monster of a car on.

He drove the car out into the street and began towards MONOLITHS London headquarters. On his way there he saw a bunch of kids playing in a street singing and laughing. He hadn't seen kids playing like that in ages. "This was the suburbs" after all he thought.

A couple of streets from work he saw quite a disturbing sight. The police where removing a dead guy from a fence. There had been allot of murders recently.

When he finally arrived at work he was told by the guard on duty that the commander wanted to see him. He walked through the foyer of the large skyscraper. The receptionist was preoccupied and didn't notice him. He moved to the elevator and took it to the top floor. Defense and logistics. He stepped out int the hustle and bustle of the logistics section. He walked towards the largest office at the end of the department. He stepped in. The commander was sitting at his desk. "Ah Sam, how are you" the commander said in his gruff friendly voice. "Moderately well sir, is there a specific reason you called me here" Sam said in a respectful tone of voice. "Yes actually, i have a promotion for you, you are being promoted to company command, the only problem is you'll be working for Weyland corp and you need to go to the lake district. some weird place named Cloud City" "Weyland Corp again, the last time involved caves and weird egg things" The commander replied to this with a slightly annoyed expression " Look, the deal is you get a bigger paycheck and higher command position, will you take it" Sam had no choice. "Yes sir"

A few hours later he was on a private jet on his way to Cloud City. When he got there he went to the MONOLITH outpost and sorted out his office and accommodation. He then went to his new home and went to sleep.