Sam awoke to the roaring and screaming death metal ring tone of his mobile. He answered already dreading the message to come. He only got emergency calls on this phone. "Serg -ahem i mean company commander Mckay here" " Commander, this is lieutenant Roselin, Weyland corp have activated their defense contract, the contract involves our best troops defending their facilities and our grunts patrolling the city, you have been ordered by the executive commander to fulfill this contract to the best of you ability at the soonest possible time, we have all teams ready to move at your word" "I'll be at the outpost in a minute then, get everything ready"

He got out of bed and went through the normal routine. When he got in his car he activated the GPS system and drove to work listening to his radio on the way there. "+This is BBC radio news with some shocking reports from cloud city, several people have gone missing and a mutilated body has been found, the body was beheaded and skinned. It was found this morning hanging from a lamppost+" Sam turned off the radio, he had to deal with Weyland corp which was weird enough without this gack.

When he eventually reached the MONOLITH outpost he called his new company to the main assembly yard. His second in command, lieutenant Roselin. "What's the situation" he asked quietly "Weyland corp are freaked about something, they want us to protect them" she passed him some pictures "it's these freaky things that have got them scared" Sam looked at the pictures. They showed a xenomorph, he remembered those things. On his last mission from Weyland corp he had had to retrieve some egg like capsules from what seemed to be a crashed ship. He hadn't seen one of these things alive but he had seen their bodies. He turned to his company . one hundred men in a company, five platoons of twenty, forty squads of five. All of them under his command. "Platoons one and two shall patrol the town and look for strange disturbances involving the creatures" he held up the pictures, he then had them passed out. "platoons three and four shall defend Weyland corps assets in this city, platoon five shall act as a mobile reserve and remain here" The men saluted and trooped out, they had their orders, they would follow them. Sam commandeered first squad from platoon five, they would be his squad until the end of this operation. He hoped it would be a short one.

You

You

You

Stopped us

Once

Once

We

Arise

Once more

And

Like a

Black tide

We shall wash over

This backwater world

You are all hosts

But some

Are

Like us.

Alpha roared in fury as his carapace grew larger will his arms grew longer and his torso thicker and stronger, his tail increased in size but he was still in pain and he snarled. The former Queens royal jelly proved itself, it flooded his veins with greater strength than before.

Okay guys, sorry I haven't posted the event, but I haven't felt too good (yes, the Kaiser is mortal), in fact, the only reason I posted in Blood Moon is because I already had all the working out done for it...

... so, seeing as I want to continue this, and not hold it up, I'm gonna say that you guys can RP yourselves out of it all, seeing as there are no PVP fights...

... just don't do anything rediculous...

... so says the Kaiser!!!

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Okay guys, sorry I haven't posted the event, but I haven't felt too good (yes, the Kaiser is mortal), in fact, the only reason I posted in Blood Moon is because I already had all the working out done for it...

... so, seeing as I want to continue this, and not hold it up, I'm gonna say that you guys can RP yourselves out of it all, seeing as there are no PVP fights...

... just don't do anything rediculous...

... so says the Kaiser!!!

So you want us to RP out the event except not kill each other?

I can do that...

It will be hard, but I will try...

... I think I had best begin thinking then/

Yeah, cos I was not that good at all yesterday, and in fact, not today either, but I want this to continue, and I think you guys are capable...

Sam walked down the hall to his office, his squad around him.Their boot's clicked against the marble of the floor, they where a veteran unit. The men looked capable, that's why he picked them along with their veteran status. There where standard Military ranks in MONOLITH but each trooper had a second ranking. There where only four subsidiary rankings, recruit, warrior, veteran, and finally Warlord, Sam's Rank.The founder was a big fan of his ranks. When they reached the office Sam answered the phone. That was the only reason he was in the office in the first place. It was his employer's lackey Mister. Daniels. "Wouldn't it be funny if his first name was jack" Sam thought idly. "Commander McKay, this is Daniels, i have been ordered to bring you to a meeting with Mister Weyland himself. Meet me on the roof heli-pad in twenty minutes." Sam was surprised. "A meeting with the head honcho himself, well I am so honored' He said sarcastically once the Weyland corp rep off the phone. The soldiers around him sniggered. "Well looks like where going to meet our boss, they giving us a heli to get there so we better get to the roof" The men nodded, never was good to keep the paymaster waiting.

They trooped out of the office marching through the chrome and wood corridors. Weapons clinked boots clacked. They passed several administrative offices on their way, industrious workers munching through paper work looking up in slight interest. They got to the roof with five minutes to spare. The Weyland Rep was waiting with a Mil MI-8 Helicopter. "Took your time" he said as the Mercs piled in to the dark interior. He raised no complaint about the squad accompanying Sam. He banged on the wall between the cot-pit and the passenger compartment. The chopper took off and was on it's way to a Weyland corp base in a few seconds.

Ludias hastily staunched the bleeding of his hand witha nearby scrap of cloth from a dead mans shirt. Perhaps nt entirely hygenic but it was the best he could do at short notice. His guard spread out around him but facing inwards waiting for orders. Ludias stood with a grimace on his face nad anger in his heart. The voice that came out however was quite calm as he wiped the acid covered side of his face that he was still shutting out the pain from. Something in him was refusing to let that pain get though, probably adrenaline.
"Hear me, these Scions try to cut us down with" he spits on the floor "Unholy acidic fire and lethal blades, all chaotic in their ways. We must be stronger than that, the leavus levus diabolus is present in this place,I can feel him. It is like a twitch on the back of my neck that only happens in the prescence of our deity. Steer clear of him. He will not hesitate to kill you for we too are partially of chaos. We are impure. Only through the defeat of the Scions can we become pure and purge ourselves of our many sins." Ludias looks around the room and sees the bodies of the Weyland corp people on desks and on the floor.
"These people have brought chaos into our world, they are no longer truly people, I am giving you the permission to kill any member or employee of Weyland corp. Human or Scion. Now lets us continue through this place. Johan, my gun."

A burly man hands Ludias a double barrelled side by side shotgun with a pump action distended clip. The weapon was engraved with silver filigree in the shape of swirling vines. It was a holy weapon bathed in the blood of every member of the cult. And it would wreack havok. Its shotgun shells were solid shot that had been hollowed out and implanted with shrapnel and accelerant. Whatever these hit they would explode and discharge shrapnel forwards into the target. It was a lethal weapon.

Kanak moved through the building's many stark corridors with his usual degree of forceful grace. The halls were filled with broken glass, blood, both xenos and human, bodies, some ripped apart. Kanak looked at the clean white halls and how they had been stained with violence, he saw the human bodies and snickered. The humans had been blissfully unaware of what they had been toying with until it had spread, just like they had with just about everything else, and now a cancer had been unleashed upon this planet like no other in the galaxy.

Kanak was attracted to the sounds of fighting near him and the readings on his mask that lifeforms, both human and xenos were close. Faintly his mask registered some sort of vehicle's engine at the top of the building flying away but it was none of his concern. All he was concerned about was the next score and finding out why more humans were pouring into this tower. As he entered the next room he found a facehugger crawling along the floor, it noticed him and tired to crawl towards him but Kanak was in no mood to deal with it so he simply kicked it across the room with enough force to splatter it on the wall. He hissed in frustration, it seemed he would have to go deeper to find his prey.

Briefly his mask noted a large crash somewhere below him in the entrance to the tower, it seemed a human ran a vehicle into it. Kanak paid this no mind either as he advanced, focused solely on his targets.

He finally took a detour into a piping system after his path was blocked by a collapsed wall, slowly, he got closer to his targets, there was a large group of humans firing on several xenos in the next chamber which seemed to be used for storage of some sort. Kanak crawled along the pipes as stealthily as he could, the humans yelled and the xenos screeched as numbers were brought down on both sides. Kanak watched from his perch, wondering how exactly to approach this. He saw the human leader who was now single handed and fired a powerful hand weapon into a group of xenos drones that advanced mindlessly.

Kanak nodded in appreciation. These humans fought with all of their hearts, destroying the xenos in front of them with more courage than he'd seen most soldiers do. But it was futile, the xenos poured into the room and were slowly destroying the humans with claws, tails, and open maws. They would all be dead in moments...

Unless Kanak intervened...

A warrior had subdued a screaming man on the floor, knocked away his weapon and put its slimy maw into his face as he gasped. It opened its maw and revealed its second mouth which opened as well, like a snake ready to strike, its tail twitched in anticipation. Pitifully, the man prayed to his god to save him...

And strangely enough...it did.

A long black whip lashed out of nowhere, it looked curiously similar to the xenos tail and lashed around its neck. It yelped in surprise but could not move before its head was removed by a tight tug of the whip, the body sagging and pouring acid blood onto the floor in a steaming pool. The man backed away as Kanak appeared to the group of humans, his cloaking deactivating, revealing his black armored form. Kanak looked at all of the agape figures in front of him through his mask which showed their heat readouts as a neon red and yellow. Behind him, the Xenos hissed and one charged forwards but was dispatched by a quick strike from Kanak's wrist blades. It screamed in pain as it fell back and Kanak finished it off with a shot from his shoulder cannon. Another warrior came forwards and this one was cut in two by his chakram. Kanak lunged under a tail that was swung his way and grabbed the blunt part of it as it passed over. He dragged the yelping creature who tied to get away to him and stabbed his blades into its neck, silencing it.

Kanak stood up, the humans behind him still watching him in awe. The xenos in front of hims hissed and then suddenly began to retreat as Kanak hissed at them. The xenos filtered out of the chamber through doorways and in air vents and soon the room was empty again. Kanak began to hear whispers behind him and turned slowly to see the humans all looking at him. To be honest he wasn't exactly sure what to do, he hadn't revealed his presence to humans before, he didn't want to kill them and he wanted to know why they were here. Kanak looked the crowd over a few times and then saw the glance of the handless human warrior who had led these people here. Kanak briefly went to his wrist console and pressed a few buttons before looking back at the man. He had never had to use this feature of his mask but he hoped it would work now.

"You lead a fine group of warriors human, they should be proud of the glory they have claimed in this hunt." His mask said in a deep robotic voice in English, greeting the human leader.

You

You

Intervene

I will allow this

But

My warriors

Shall retreat

Find new hosts

Now Hunter

Return to your games

Alpha snarled, he was annoyed but knew he had to make allowances...

OOC: I didn't know the xenos in the Weyland tower were under Reaper's control...-shrugs-

The voice echoed in Kanak's mind unbeknowest to the people around him.

"I had thought I made it clear that I do not answer to you xenos, I do not answer to anyone anymore, mind your hive and I will mind the humans, their trust must be gained." He thought viciously.

I thought those where mine? Eh.

Fine

But do not

Believe I am weak

Your arrogance blinds you .

Incredibly.

Watch your back, Omega and Beta have their orders.

And protect my hive with undying loyalty.

Enjoy your pets.

One seems to be a prime choic for my plans.

He will serve for a great cause indeed.

Sam heard a strange voice echoing in his mind say "Come back" over and over again. Sam looked out a window and saw a fire escape.
"Come on guys I found a way out!" He said and everybody followed him down the escape. Sam and Brian turned away from everybody and walked down a road to the sewers.
"Why are we going back?" Asked Brian.
"I don't know mate. I've just got a feeling." Sam replied.
They walked for about a 2 hours with no enemy's that was strange. They walked into the building and saw the strange creatures on the walls but they looked asleep, they walked into the main chamber and saw a large creature with its head bowed.

You come

You serve for my needs human.

You are greater

Than the others

You can become greater

My right hand man

Rather Xenomorph

Ha, ha, ha, I seem to become

More greater everyday

So human do you wish to gain power?

Nice posts Warork! Love the epic Predator entrance!

"Keep moving!" yelled Felix, taking command in Faber's absence. "Get to the stairs!"
"Sir! There are more people back in the lobby! We should help them!" Cortez shouted. Felix looked in to the lobby. He saw, among the chaos, a single Weyland Corp security guard firing in to a crowd of beasts. A casually dressed human nearby took careful aim with a Remington shotgun, and blasted half of his face off.
"Sick bastard." he spat in to the floor. "Let's not. Our mission is more important." He turned and unleashed a hail of well-aimed rifle bullets, entering the heads of several creatures with sickly precision and spilling acidic blood on to the carpet.
"Cortez! Hold the beasts of while we head up the first set of stairs. Then we turn and cover you. Got it? Good. Now MOVE!" They ran, Cortez stopping by the entrance to the staircase and releasig a volley of shotgun shells. Hundreds of pellets tore in to the tide of beasts, giving the others time to reach the top. Joe, Garza and Felix then opened fire around the top and side of the corridor, careful to avoid Cortez.
"Watch your fire, Goddamnit- SH*T! It's got my leg!" A beast, larger than the others, had wrapped it's tail around Cortez's left ankle and was pulling him down. Cortez yelled in agony, blood seeping down his limb, and dropped his weapon.
Baudelio Garza, with unexpected nobility, leaped down the stairs and grabbed Cortez with one hand, yanking him free of the beasts' grip, and with the other hand picked up his shotgun and placed it in the creature's mouth.
"YO CHINGA TU MADRE, BITCH!" he screamed, and pulled the trigger. Acidic blood spread in a green cone behind it and the thing collapsed, twitching but silent.
Cortez thanked him quickly, took his gun back and ran to join the others at the top of the stairs. They passed through a heavy metal door and locked it behind them.
"Com'mon! Barricade this door. And Cortez, why don't you add a little... 'spice' to it." Cortez grinned and they set to work. After a minute of struggling it was fully sealed by multiple chairs and cabinets. "Now let's find this Dr Orwell."

They found him, on the 69th floor, huddled in a fetal position in his office. He seemed not to notice them.
"Dr Orwell? Come with us. That's an order." He got up, trembling, without looking at them. They handed him Faber's Glock to defend himself with and hurried down the stairs. On the way down, he told them about himself. Jericho Orwell was a Weyland Corp scientist instructed to order the man who would order Dr Cirione to set up the trap, and the man who would pass the data gathered from the trap on to a Dr Reed. It would appear to anyone not involved that Cirione had acted alone, the man Orwell had hired having no affiliation with Weyland Corp and nothing to link them. Orwell was well informed on the creatures; he called them aliens, Xenomorphs, and knew that they were originally that were found in small numbers off the coast of Margate, 66 miles from London. They were believed to be extra-terrestrial in origin. A small asteroid, or what appeared to be an asteroid, that had crash landed 12 miles from the coast nearly 20 years ago was supposedly what had brought them. How they had survived thousands of years in the void of space and then an asteroid collision, none knew, or why the asteroid had slowed down to just a few miles per hour before it crashed. All they knew was that they had stumbled across one of the best biological weapons in history and would be fools not to use it.

They were 11 floors down when they first encountered trouble. They were running down a long, plain corridor when the windows beside them smashed and creatures poured in from outside. Immediately a barrage of fire was sent their way. One had both it's legs blasted of and collapsed to the floor, snarling. Another had it's chest taken out by a shotgun shell. A third took one of Pettry's HK417 bullets to the chest and fell 58 floors to it's death, but they kept on coming.
"Everyone down! Flashbang!" Garza pulled a little metal canister from his belt and hurled it. It was just outside the window, in plain view of dozens of Aliens climbing the walls of the building, when it exploded.
A chorus of piercing shrieks filled the air as the beasts were temporarily stunned by the blast. Most lost their balance and fell, bodies piling up at the base of the tower and causing confusion in the lobby as it appeared to rain them. Those that arrived in the corridor were dazed and cut down by gunfire almost immediately.
"Bloody fantastic, Garza." Felix shouted. Orwell interupted:
"There are more Xenomorphs in storage of the top floor. I bet you just woke them up." As if in answer, the roof overhead came alive with the noise of hundreds of claws. A vent to their right burst open at the same time and more Xenomorphs poured out in to the fray.
"Then let's get the hell out of here!" They flew down the following floors, leaping down the flights of stairs with aliens in close pursuit.

Eventually, they came back to where they had nearly died before; at the barricaded door.
"No time to push this out of the way." Felix said. Cortez nodded in response and pressed the button.
Two C4 charges, the "spicing up" Cortez had done earlier, detonated on the door. There was a loud bang and a blast of hot air. Shrapnel tore in to the waiting Xenomorphs, sending limbs and blood splattering. The rest were scattered by the shockwave and came to rest several metres from the staircase.
"Now! Go!" shouted Felix. The men all ran through the opening, placing bullets in any of the beasts that moved. To their surprise the area was overran- not with Xenomorphs, but with humans. The police that were chasing them had mostly been cut down by aliens, yet there were dozens of men in the lobby armed with shotguns, knives- whatever they could lay their hands on. They were killing Weyland Corp employees as well as aliens. Before they could work anything out, a shotgun blast tore a chunk out of a nearby pillar.
"Hey! Watch your fire!" screamed Pettry. A man, casually dressed and carrying a shotgun, stepped out in front of them. He turned to fire into a crowd of beasts before turning to face them.
"You! Look what you have unleashed! No matter, the leavus levus diabolus shall take care of you. Scum!" The man seemed crazed, devoted.
"We? We didn't do this! This- we don't know what this is!"
"This is Weyland Corps' doing, your doing! You are corrupted!" the man answered back. They ducked as he fired another shotgun blast. His shot went wide; he was obviously an amatuer.
"We don't serve Weyland Corp! We're taking this man in for answers, nothing more! So stop shooting at us! We don't want to kill you."
The man seemed ready to argue back, but stopped; a massive figure, eight foot tall, it's body covered in dark skin and armour with a face that was a mess of teeth and scars, slaughtering beasts with graceful ease. The man with the shotgun knelt down and began praying.
The large thing looked at him with disinterest before striding off to a man that seemed to be in charge of this operation.
All four mercenaries stared at the scene with awe, not sure whether to shoot or thank these people. A scuttling, hissing noise somewhere behind them reminded them of the aliens chasing them and they bolted for the exit.

Sam knew what the creature was saying and he nodded but Brian looked confused Sam looked at him.
"Brian we are being offered power and second in command! what do you say?" Said Sam.
"No Sam I'm not betraying my race." Replied Brian. The large creature hissed and turn to the dark room next to it, a small scurrying creature came out and leaped onto Brian's face. Sam looked at him in terror but did not show it, he raised his arms showing the creature he was ready.

Sam was dragged by two Warriors towards a pit of strange glowing liquid, he was pushed into the pit of glowing energy and was swallowed into a coma of darkness. His mind went blank and it was filled with new information and knowledge, he could here the other Xenomorphs and feel them. He could feel Alpha's control and he opened his eyes, he'd been asleep for an unknown amount of time and he felt different. He looked down at his hand,

It was black and bony.

Serpent like.

And his sight was different.

Welcome to the hive my friend.

Woo Hoo!!!

BIC: Sam felt stronger, faster and smarter he looked up and saw Alpha his queen, leader and new mother. He bowed his head to Alpha

What shall do do for you my Queen?

Enjoy Xenomorphhood he he he.

I am no Queen yet, I still need more time my servant. Bring whatever former friends or family here, they are hosts and if you wish more of us.

Protect the hive, with your life. That friend of yours spawned a new Warrior, use them.

I will stay, conduct the troops. Spread, infect and convert the strong.

Convert the strong and infect the weak, do so now.

Alpha sat in the former throne of the former Queen and roared in victory, it snarled. Alpha had climbed up the hierarchy of the Xenomorph race and had changed the Xenomorph species for ever, he could change sentient species into Xenomorphs.

"....Power...strength......advance......evolove....."

Ludias watched the Daemonkin fight and his mind was in awe. Here was living proof of his deity. He gestured around himself broadly with his handless wrist.
"See here my brothers, this is the Laevus Levus Diabolus, he has come to us in our time of need and we thank him." he bows elegantly "We are your servants noble one. We have trained for years to kill the Scions and now you appear to us in your full glory. We live only to fight and exterminate these wretches. What is your command?"

Sam saw what was left of his once brother a corpse rotting away, Sam lent down and began to feast. After he was done he gathered a group of warriors

Follow me,We hunt for hosts,We will hunt the weak,Follow

In a response they hissed and Sam led his troops for a hunt. Sam watched the group of people he helped he knew they would run to the closest building so he sent 3 warriors into each building he saw. They walked closer and closer to the dark ally where Sam hid one got recluse and walked into the shadows as soon as he couldn't be seen Sam grabbed him his screams muffled the others looking around in terror. With a mighty growl Sam signalled his warriors to attack they leaped out and grabbed 3 of them the rest would die a slow death.

We have 4 host for the hive but I know where there is more. He told Alpha as he dragged the humans to the hive.

Good

We have hosts

Now find more

Seeking power like

You

They will become

Like us

We evolve

Seek them

Now

Brilliant posts guys, greaat work Warork, kudos to you Trollpie, you captured the entire idea I was trying to form between Aliens and humans, fear, and the concept of survival...

... and nice work yourr doing templay and reaper...

They stood, watching.
It was extremely strange what they were seeing, this giant figure looming over the little human man. It was observing him, obviously in thought of how to respond, it's dark eyes fixed on him like a bird of prey. The man was staring back, not with thought or anger but with awe; his eyes were wide and his breathing was light.
"We have to go. Now." Garza's voice roused them to their feet and they ran to the exit. The cultists seemed not to notice them, focused on the figure. Once outside, they heard hisses and scuttling as the Xenomorphs poured down the staircase.

Outside was hell.
The second and third floor windows had smashed and Xenomorphs leapt out in to the streets below. Police, lying in wait for whatever was inside, were being torn apart. Gunfire was flying everwhere. Around their feet flashes and pangs were everywhere as bullet met tarmack. Blood and insides from both parties was scattered around the park.
"Quick! Find a car and get out of here!" shouted Felix.
"No!" screamed Pettry with unexpected ferocity. "I'm not leaving these people. I once served alongside them. They're my friends." Joe was nearly crying at the last line. All this death and injustice was new to him. Killing faceless monsters was OK with him; standing by idly while innocent men with real lives were slaughtered wasn't.
"If anyone here still has some morale fibre, it's you, Joe Pettry." said Cortez. "I'm with him." Garza spat in to the dirt.
"Bullsh*t. You want to die here? Fine with me. I'm getting out while I can." Orwell agreed with Garza, his cowardice kicking in.
"Leave then. We'll meet up with you at the safe house." Garza and Orwell hurried off to find a car while Felix, Cortez and Pettry stayed.
"Alright! Lay down a line of fire between them and the police. Give the survivors time to regroup."
Felix and Pettry's rifles blazed in to life. A wall of gunfire swep between the Aliens and the Police, killing several beasts as they tried to feed. The combined fire from the mercenaries and the law enforcement decimated a wave of Xenomorphs.
"Police! Regroup over here!" called Pettry. Within seconds, two dozen Police had joined the trio. They set up a barricade behind 4 police cars, a line of firearm barrels leaning over the bonnets and rooves. A second Alien wave would arrive any second; they could here them running about on the upper floors.
It was late in the evening and night was falling; storm clouds were gathering overhead. The car park was large, grey tarmac clashing with patches of grass and graffitied walls. Dozens of corpses littered the park, green blood sinking in to the concrete and dissolving the reddened corpses of the Police.

As the first raindrops began to fall, the next group arrived. Black shapes burst out of the windows of the upper floors and began sprinting at them.
Instantly a hail of bullets caught them. Many were hit as they fell, landing on the ground in awkward positions and remaining still. None were coming from the bottom floor; the cultists must be holding them off, or otherwise engaged. Joe and Felix's rifles were blasting repeatedly, Felix taking them down with famously precise headshots as soon as they came in to view, the vile things dying before they reached the ground. The police were chipping away at the drones slowly. None of them came too close until the bigger beasts arrived; then things turned nasty.
Warriors began leaping further than the others, landing dangerously close. Felix's shots bounced of them as they leapt, ricocheting off their hard carapaces. Cortez grinned as he found action. His AA-12 clicked in to full auto and began shredding anything that came within reach. Some made it through; a single Warrior leapt once after hitting the ground and landed on a car. A tendril reached out and impaled an officer, before throwing him across the park where he lay, twitching. The beast was immediately cut down afterwards as Cortez opened up at point-blanc range. An arm was blown off, then a chunk of chest, and then finally it's head.
Another beast managed to charge through a rain of bullets and swiped a single claw out. Two officers were launched backwards. Another had it's throat slit. As soon as a few officers around it opened up it jumped to a perch on a car. Pettry caught it with three shots to the chest. It fell back, dazed, and was torn to pieces as three officers emptied pistol cartridges in to it.
Slowly but surely, the police lost ground. 6 more went down in a few minutes, while the Aliens kept on coming.
"I'm out!" yelled Pettry as his rifle clicked uselessly in his hands. He drew a P99 from his belt and continued firing. An alien landed a few metres in front of him, brandishing it's claws. Pettry, wanting to be sure his weapon was working, fired a volley of shots in to the creatures' spine. It fell back and lay still.
"I'm down to my Sig," complained Felix. His rifle had jammed. Damn prototypes. Cortez reached for a clip on his belt and cursed as he found empty air. He emptied the last of his magasine in to a nearby Warrior before grabbing his Eagle.
"Jesus! Why the hell can't we have a tank?" shouted Cortez. Warriors were pouring in greater numbers than ever, and now only 8 police men were left. "If Garza doesn't come back we're completely screwed."

Really Shas? I feel loved

“Ah, gentlemen, please sit down,” Charles Bishop Weyland said to the mercenaries as soon as they arrived, motioning towards the chairs which had been previously arranged in front of him. “Now, I might as well cut to the chase. You men are going to be my personal bodyguards, and all your orders will come directly from me, and you will have full clearance for the majority of all our sites. Do you understand?”

The squad nodded in agreement, smiles arising from most of them at this memorable occasion. Although, Sam’s mind was elsewhere. He was wondering why he had come out to some deserted part in England, and had to go underground to get to the base.

“Sir,” he said, reclining back in his seat. “Would I be so bold, as to ask why we came all the way out here, and had to go underground, just to get to you? Why not your major base in London.”

“That base,” Weyland replied, sitting down and taking a quick sip from his glass of water. “Is no longer under my control. Earlier today in the afternoon, I gave the order for the majority of the company’s Xenomorph’s to be released onto that base as an experiment. Nobody knew about it apart from myself, and Dr. Reed, my second in command. It was a terrible decision to make, but it will prove vital for the company’s future. If you have a problem with it, I suggest you speak now.”

This came as a shock to the entire team, , but not Sam. He knew all these corporate slum bags made these horrific order’s, it’s just always in a different way. It was a big one, and he wondered how Mr. Weyland slept at night, but it didn’t bother him much. A job was a job. And this one was going to pay up for him big time.
All of his squad shook their heads, to say that it didn’t faze them, but Sam knew it did. They we’re cold-blooded killers, but they were really good men. Thankfully, he didn’t have that much of a restriction.

“Okay, now that that’s sorted, I have my first mission for you, just to test your skills. I want you to fly to the infested base in London, and recover and research you can find,” Weyland ordered, standing up and turning away from them, putting his hands behind his back. “You can have a limit of 3 teams with you Commander McKay. Now, go.”

Kill

Them

All

Unless

They submit to my

Newest servant

Otherwise

They are meat

Hosts

Nothing more

TrollPie wrote:Really Shas? I feel loved

Yes, I love how your're portraying the human side of it all...

... and just info for you all, Londons soon gonna start turning into a hellhole...

... of course, Weyland doesn't care, hes safe enough...

Sam saluted, his face expressionless. "My superiors expect payment in full, i was ordered to tell you that you would find it very difficult to operate in any country we are active in if you double cross us, again" He and his men marched out briskly. Sam activated his radio and set it to the same frequency as used by his outpost. " Lieutenant Roselin" A voice crackled. "Roselin, get two veteran squads from fifth company in a Chinook and get it to my last coordinates, tell the pilot that he will be picking me and my squad up. We are going to London on an assignment." "yes sir. Sir, Division command heard all of that and are assigning two gunships to you, they will escort your Chinook to your destination." "Ahh, division command, they really like overkill don't they." "Yes sir, they do"

A few hours later they where over the Weyland corp headquarters in London. The street in front of the building was in chaos. Police grappled with xenomorph warriors, a few armed police fired into the swarm. The Chinook and it's deadly cargo hovered above the scene of carnage. "Gunship's strafe those motherf***rs, kill em all" Sam yelled down his radio. The two very powerful Apache assault gunships flew in. The one to the left set it's main cannon a-barking, each shot spewing up a cloud of green acidic blood. The chopper to the right fired it's missile pods into the building itself, swarms of xenomorhs where blown out of the windows. The chinook's back ramp and side doors opened up and long ropes spiraled out. Camouflaged heavily armed figures began to elegantly slide down the rope's, taking pot shots at the xenos. When three squads of boot's where on the ground their commander descended. His T.A.R barked and xeno's fell. "two lines, front line kneel!" He shouted out. The men around him obeyed with practiced precision. When they where ready the commander yelled again "Ready! Aim! Fire!" The men complied. Xenomorphs where blown back by the volume of fire, the interlocking field's shredding them. The commander was pleased by the precision of the men. "Company commander Sam McKay, to any law enforcement unit's near the Weyland Corp headquarters. The enemy you are going to face is horrific, bring guns and declare a state of emergency, now!" Sam said over his radio on all channels. The men seeing he had done this new that they had little time to complete their mission. "Move up"

The men ran forward weapons firing into any stray xeno approaching. One of the greener members of squad two was pulled away and dragged to god knows where. The men continued to run. When they reached the lobby of the buikding, they hardly noticed the Mob of people fighting the xenos all around them. They trooped up a flight of stairs. They where on the floor Weyland corp had specified as data storage and quickly got to work securing a large room full of servers. A veteran was pulled into a vent before Sam's eyes, his screams where horrible. They heard the crump of a grenade going off a few moments later through and where happy for their brother in arms, he had died well. They quickly tagged each of the servers and data storage dumps with mobile hardrives, then began the download. "Ten minutes" the trooper in charge of the tech informed Sam. "Set up defensive positions!, don't let them through." the men formed up around the hardrives and the techie. The xenos came in droves. A man was pulled away here, Sam avenged him, another and another died. The men where almost standing on the hardrives when the techie unhooked them and put them in his backpack. "Let's go people, move your lazy arses!" The men cleared a path to the corridor with bullets and grenades. They ran down the corridors, protecting the techie. When they reached the lobby they just kept going. "Chinook, little bird this is Hawk, get your arse down here now!" The chinook swooped in and extended it's ropes, the mercs climbed quickly. They where gone from the scene in moments, five men short, at least six injured but their objective safe.

(my brain hurt's)

Consume

Destroy

Infest

Infect

Harvest

Convert



Alpha Rose from his form and roared, his Xenomorph guards did so as well. He roared again, this time his psychic lash back effected every Xenomorph within a 40 mile radius. His mighty psychic presence dominating the other Xenomorph hive minds, he would soon be able to further his control abilities to the entire area of England then the entire UK. The armies of Xenomorphs in London already dominating the army and security forces, and harvesting the Civilians.

Consume

Infect

This will be our

Capital

We spread

Like a black tide

Infect and harvest

I really do need to do a post for Steve and Miranda, they're gonna be pissed...

Kanak watched the armed humans leave the building as the group of civilians gathered around him. A thought suddenly occurred to him, could these be the human cultists the xenos had spoken about? As he looked around more at each of them, he came to realize that they were. Again he spoke his language into his mask which translated his words gutturally

"Much hardship for humans is on the horizon...the xenos grow in number...if you wish to survive you must prepare yourselves..." He said to the humans around him as he stood proudly. He turned to the leader human who seemed to wait for his words, they all hung of of each thing he said as if it were the messages of a god.

"Send your warriors home...you must come with me to my dwelling...there I will tell you what must be done..."

The human leader didn't hesitate, he ordered the cultists to return to their home or the sanctum and await further orders. The cultists did so and soon Kanak and the human leader were alone. Kanak sighed and then spoke.

"The xenos will spread and destroy this world if they are not controlled...come with me and I will show you what must be done..." Kanak said and then exited the building with the human leader, authorities were beginning to surround the building but the two were able to escape unseen into a nearby alley.

"I will meet you in the warehouse district...bring your wound...and make sure no humans follow you..." Kanak said before reactivating his cloaking and leaping onto the nearest building, disappearing out of sight as he returned to his dwelling to prepare.

Omega wathced the two, he snarled but stopped his Runners from following. He snarled at them and they quickly moved away while he watched the two dissiper, he followed the runners:

Kill

Them

Threat

Great threat

Eliminate

Cultists

Kill them, they are not hosts

Karnak, Hunter threat

Capture, we need Hunter

But humans, kill

"Holy- Take cover!" Cortez yelled as helicopters passed above.
"Looks like the cavalry's arrived." Felix said, and turned to face the police. The Xenomorphs were being slaughtered, a relentless cannonade blasted the organisms in to oblivion. Missiles burst against the side of the building sending tongues of flames in to the street below. Within seconds there was nothing left of the Xenos wave; but somehow Felix knew there would be more to come soon. This wasn't over- it had barely begun.
"Police! Your work is done here. Mourn for the dead and be grateful to be alive. You must leave now." Felix could give great speeches when he wanted. "More of these things will come. If you stay, you will die. That is a certainty. Gather your families and get out of the city. Goodbye." As the police began to talk, no doubt asking what these things were and who he was, they left. Garza would be waiting at the hotel with Orwell; they could learn a great deal from that man. The three men climbed in to a car and hurried off.

Garza was waiting at the safehouse with Orwell as they thought. After a quick meal they gathered around the sofa and talked idly, waiting for a news report to come in. It appeared the Police had ordered a media blackout until what had happened could be explained.
"I regreted leaving you there. I was sure you would die." Garza spoke for the first time since they arrived. It was a disgrace that he had left them behind to die and he knew it. "I wanted to return, but the police were everywhere. I had no choice. I.. I'm sorry." It wasn't like Garza to be sorry. He was brutal and selfish, he would do anything to survive.
The boy who would be Baudelio Garza was discovered in the charred ruins of a favela house 21 years ago. His parents were never discovered and presumed dead. To stay alive, he found a job as a pickpocket working for the drug gangs in the area. After 15 years it became apparent he was a natural fighter and he became a wrestler, fighting at the many underground venues the drug gangs hosted. He made plenty of money (by favela standards) and, at the age of 18, started work as a full-time footsoldier of the drug gangs. Later he found he could make better money elsewhere and began travelling the world as a mercenary for hire, or so he claimed.
"So how did you come to be here?" asked Pettry. He was new and knew very little of the group. Garza recounted the events of his life, starting with his discovery as a baby; when he got to where he left the drug gangs, Pettry stopped him.
"I've seen the file on these people. They would never let you leave them alive." Garza gulped and shrugged.
"He's hiding something." said Felix, looking deep in to his eyes. "Why did you really leave?" Garza was shaking as he spoke.
"I... I suppose there's no harm in telling you." He stopped, looking around nervously.
"I did, eventually, find out what my parents did for a living." He sighed. "My mother worked as a prostitute and my father was a drunk. There."
"Go on..."
"That's why I never told you. I'm the son of a whore and a failure." His faced displayed deep shame. "I was 18 when I found out... and in the same sentence I learnt how they died. My father owed the gangs a great deal of money and couldn't pay up. He was knee-deep in debt, my mother was heavily pregnant and the gangs were angry. Then one day, when he was especially drunk and in one of his rages, someone turned up and asked for the money." Garza inhaled deeply. "He killed him. Throttled him where he stood. This didn't make the gangs happy. The next day, I was born. The day after, they came. The place was firebombed and burnt to the ground, taking my parents and siblings with it. I only survived by a miracle, and. I decided to join the gangs, to be selfish and live for myself. I was 18 when I learnt what I just told you." Garza looked away, a far-off look on his face. "I didn't like what I heard. In my anger, I whent on a rampage. Killed 9 people, 5 of them affiliated with the gang. After realising what I had done, I ran away, trying to stay as far as possible from the vengeful gang. I became a mercenary and... here I am." He looked at the others as if he expected to be beaten in to the ground.
"That's nothing. My father was an accountant." Cortez joked, causing the others to laugh heartily even though it wasn't funny. After breaking the sombre mood they returned to Orwell.
"Tell us everything. Everything. We want to know what those things were doing on the loose, how we can fight them and why they're attacking us. Go." Cortez interrupted him.
"Guys... look at this." His tone caught them all and they averted their gazes to the television screen where BBC news was playing, images of injured people and gunfire passing across the screen.
"...started with a large gun battle earlier this morning, where police and civilians fought off a large group of the creatures. Most Police left after they were reinforced by Weyland Corp-employed forces. Shortly afterwards that attacks began again, this time targetting the entire city. Thousands are believed to be dead and officials are urging civilians to evacuate the city as quickly as possibe. Military action has not yet been sanction. I'm Rebecca Girdlan for BBC news, London."
Minutes of silence passed.
"I think we should leave." Everyone agreed with Felix's words. Everything had just hit the fan.

The Xenomorphs marched through the tunnels, hundreds of the feral dogs and cats of England had begun to dissiper after the first Xenomorph quelling, but they had made perfect hosts. An array of foul serpent creatures begun arising, bursting from pipes and rivers the Xenomorphs defended in waves apon the huamans. Helicopters where little mâch for flying swarms of Bat Xenomorphs who climbed over their rotors bursting into acidic bombs that dissiolved the flying vehicles, Ravagers spawned many Facehuggers and provided great become of power to the other Xenomorphs. Alpha conducted this, he watched through the minds of his minions and knew that the humans would fight to the last man, woman and child.

Humanity

I am Alpha

Such a term may apply currently but I may change it later, oh how things change.

You see, you are foolish.

You cannot kill us all, our numbers grow stronger. I have greater commands over my warriors.

Who are fearless

Strong

And almost limitless

But do not fear humanity

I offer the strong

The smart

The brave a place at my side

Come, come to me

Or face death or worse.....

Mark drove into the building, to turned onto a flock of flamingos and flew off, the boy ran towards the mess and grabbed all the trashcans.
"Mine!" he shouted at any who came near, he had soon gathered ll the trashcans in london,
---------many years later------

Mark watched his toiling slaves labor away at the menial tasks. Wit his army of super-robot-monky-trashcans he had conquered eh world, even the aliens were all destroyed!

He ruled supreme!

ineptus astartes wrote:Mark drove into the building, to turned onto a flock of flamingos and flew off, the boy ran towards the mess and grabbed all the trashcans.
"Mine!" he shouted at any who came near, he had soon gathered ll the trashcans in london,
---------many years later------

Mark watched his toiling slaves labor away at the menial tasks. Wit his army of super-robot-monky-trashcans he had conquered eh world, even the aliens were all destroyed!

He ruled supreme!

Really? Because I don't see what I'm doing wrong.

Err, Ineptus...
Ah, never mind.

Is there anything wrong with my post? I am being serious, because if there is what is it?

blood reaper wrote:Is there anything wrong with my post? I am being serious, because if there is what is it?

No. Did I say there was?

Have neither of you heard of a 'halo post'? no?

read any RP that halonachos involved himself in, I write them when I am blank for anything.

they are techancly non-canon.

Sorry Trollpie, I was directing this at ineptus who gave no reason and has decided to make this non-serious.

OOC: It was a joke...calm down guys...you either laugh at it, look at if funny, or both, and carry on...

albeit a rather bad one...

ineptus astartes wrote:Have neither of you heard of a 'halo post'? no?

read any RP that halonachos involved himself in, I write them when I am blank for anything.

they are techancly non-canon.

No, but they seem to be stupid and spammy. Posting random gak because you don't know what to write is stupid, and against the Dakka rules.

no. it is not spam. it is a way of saying 'hold on while I write'

Jeesus. are you always this grumpy? not everything has to be formal you know.

I'm not, I'd just like a heads up before you post nonsense. Its pointless and does not contribute to the thread, at all. If you must post it please just say this is a non serious post or something, its still pointless and stupid.

I thought it was funny.

Nice posts guys, and I would just like to sau, although I didn't find it very funny, don't go on at ineptus for doing a joke post...

... theres no point really...

Shadow looked over the city it was alight nothing was ok.
"Theres one!" a voice came from behind, shadow turned he couldnt believe it....it was his youngest brother john.

Hello.......brother. shadow's voice echoed.

"What are you?!" Said John

Your...brother Replied Shadow

"Oh god...no it cannot be...Sam?" Said John with a tear to his eye, Shadow let out a chilling laugh.

Join me, join Alpha, JOIN THE HIVE!!!! Shadow said but john shoke his head lifted his rifle. Shadow hissed, charged and tackled his brother to th ground. Shadow lifted him in mid-air, extended his second mouth and plunged it into his brothers head the let out a mighty hiss.

Ludias Tucks his stump of a hand into his jacket, wrapped in a bloody handkerchief but no longer bleeding, his shotgun over his shoulder and his eyes burning with passion he follows the Deity of his personal religion.

Finally I can post, sorry for being so damn late, I was busy trying to survive school.

Bakuur stood on the edge of the forest, his arms outstreched and his eyes shut. A cool morning breeze blew past him, making his cape blow elegantly behind him. The fresh air felt wonderful on his skin. The air here is nothing like the harsh desert winds of his homeworld, it felt good to finally be on a foregin planet, on the hunt for a truely worthy foe. Worthy perhaps, but in no way honorable. A trickster, a backstapper, a betrayer, a fiend. This traitor does not even deserve the title hunter, he is simply bad blood, villainous scum, evil. No, this no hunt, this is. . . justice. Bakuur's eyes snapped open. He gazed at the city before him, it was in utter chaos, the best kind of chaos, the kind that made for a good learning experiance. He clucthed his spear tightly, this was not his oldest spear, nor his best, but it served him well. Plus, unlike most of his others, he had taken the time to put kill counters on this one to help refresh his memory. There were quite a few, he could see why he stopped doing it, there was no more space on the spear to fit any. He judged the number to be a little over a hundred, not bad, for a decent spear, but certainly no record. Looking back at the city, he could see that his aerial drone was returning. It gradually decelerated untill it come to a stop, hovering above his shoulder. It floated down and impeded itself in its shoulder pad, then began downloading its aquired data. Bakuur already knew what was causing all that chaos, he could smell them on the wind, xenomorphs, thousands of them, but his drone would give him a lay out of the situation, then he could plan, as he always does. The infornation uploaded to his masks built in hud and he scanned through it quickly and thoroughly, ever little bit was important. The xenomorphs had spread quickly, and the variety of their mutations was impressive. But it was their organization, their intelligence that intrigued Bakuur. This was certainly not the largest, or the most powerful xenomorph infestation he had seen, but it had a great mind to lead it, finally, another truely great creature for him to hunt. He mapped out the city and began marking various locations that would be of importance later, areas that needed to be suppressed to keep the xenomorphs from multipying, places that would make good training grounds for his nnblooded trainees, and locations that would need to be dealt with. . . carefully. The traitor could be anywhere on this planet, but Bakuur knew he would be here, how could Kanak resist the need to hunt? If left unchecked, this infestation would spreed to the rest of the planet, Kanak would most likely die in it, so Bakuur couldn't let that happen, he had to be the one to kill Kanak, no one else could be allowed to. Bakuur thought he would be doing this on his own, but it seems he would need more hunters to contain and eradicate this plauge. Bakuur tapped a few keys on his wrist pad, it briefly flashed green and let out a short whine, his message was sent, more Yaut'ja would soon be on the way. They would help him contain this, by any means necessary. However a full out assaultt would not be allowed as long as Kanak lived, this was of the upmost importance, he had to kill Kanak. In the meantime, he could set about the training of his unblooded apprentices, it would be at least three days before the arrival of the hunters, plenty of time for his trainees to learn a few things. Each has there own strengthes and weaknesses, which they will learn to put to their advantage, as will their prey. He turned to face the three of them, they stood motionless, their eagerness to hunt was hidden by the emotionless masks they bore on their faces. Bakuur had said nothing to them since they had landed on this planet, and he still said nothing, he simply nooded to them slowly, they would know what to do. They activated their cloaking fields, and each made their way towards the city at their own pace. Hijuk bounded across the open field before them, making no attempt to hide his eagerness to optain his first kill. Ch'hktar strood forward confidently, sure that his skills would prove his worth. His cockyness made Bakuur cringe, he was indeed skilled, but his over-confidence would most surely be his downfall. Lastly was Kv'vat, he was silent and efficent in his approach, constantly stoping to scan his enviroment for intruders. Watching Kv'vat's catious advance made Bakuur proud, he may have been the youngest, but he certainly had the most potential. Bakuur had one more thing to do before he followed after his unbloods, he tapped his wrist pad a few times to relay all the info he had gathered to them, as well as an outline of his plans for what they would do upon reaching the city. He would watch over them as they hunted, analyse their progress, and if things do not go well for them, then he will come to their aid so that they might live to learn from their mistakes. Now their hunt has begun, and so has Bakuur's quest for justice.

Arrrrgh! Lyzin! Paragraphs!

Other than that, nice intro... but it's really daunting to see a wall of text like that with no paragraphs.

Edit: Double post.

Lyzin Locrian wrote:Finally I can post, sorry for being so damn late, I was busy trying to survive school.

Bakuur stood on the edge of the forest, his arms outstreched and his eyes shut. A cool morning breeze blew past him, making his cape blow elegantly behind him. The fresh air felt wonderful on his skin. The air here is nothing like the harsh desert winds of his homeworld, it felt good to finally be on a foregin planet, on the hunt for a truely worthy foe. Worthy perhaps, but in no way honorable. A trickster, a backstapper, a betrayer, a fiend. This traitor does not even deserve the title hunter, he is simply bad blood, villainous scum, evil. No, this no hunt, this is. . . justice. Bakuur's eyes snapped open. He gazed at the city before him, it was in utter chaos, the best kind of chaos, the kind that made for a good learning experiance. He clucthed his spear tightly, this was not his oldest spear, nor his best, but it served him well. Plus, unlike most of his others, he had taken the time to put kill counters on this one to help refresh his memory. There were quite a few, he could see why he stopped doing it, there was no more space on the spear to fit any. He judged the number to be a little over a hundred, not bad, for a decent spear, but certainly no record. Looking back at the city, he could see that his aerial drone was returning. It gradually decelerated untill it come to a stop, hovering above his shoulder. It floated down and impeded itself in its shoulder pad, then began downloading its aquired data. Bakuur already knew what was causing all that chaos, he could smell them on the wind, xenomorphs, thousands of them, but his drone would give him a lay out of the situation, then he could plan, as he always does. The infornation uploaded to his masks built in hud and he scanned through it quickly and thoroughly, ever little bit was important. The xenomorphs had spread quickly, and the variety of their mutations was impressive. But it was their organization, their intelligence that intrigued Bakuur. This was certainly not the largest, or the most powerful xenomorph infestation he had seen, but it had a great mind to lead it, finally, another truely great creature for him to hunt. He mapped out the city and began marking various locations that would be of importance later, areas that needed to be suppressed to keep the xenomorphs from multipying, places that would make good training grounds for his nnblooded trainees, and locations that would need to be dealt with. . . carefully. The traitor could be anywhere on this planet, but Bakuur knew he would be here, how could Kanak resist the need to hunt? If left unchecked, this infestation would spreed to the rest of the planet, Kanak would most likely die in it, so Bakuur couldn't let that happen, he had to be the one to kill Kanak, no one else could be allowed to. Bakuur thought he would be doing this on his own, but it seems he would need more hunters to contain and eradicate this plauge. Bakuur tapped a few keys on his wrist pad, it briefly flashed green and let out a short whine, his message was sent, more Yaut'ja would soon be on the way. They would help him contain this, by any means necessary. However a full out assaultt would not be allowed as long as Kanak lived, this was of the upmost importance, he had to kill Kanak. In the meantime, he could set about the training of his unblooded apprentices, it would be at least three days before the arrival of the hunters, plenty of time for his trainees to learn a few things. Each has there own strengthes and weaknesses, which they will learn to put to their advantage, as will their prey. He turned to face the three of them, they stood motionless, their eagerness to hunt was hidden by the emotionless masks they bore on their faces. Bakuur had said nothing to them since they had landed on this planet, and he still said nothing, he simply nooded to them slowly, they would know what to do. They activated their cloaking fields, and each made their way towards the city at their own pace. Hijuk bounded across the open field before them, making no attempt to hide his eagerness to optain his first kill. Ch'hktar strood forward confidently, sure that his skills would prove his worth. His cockyness made Bakuur cringe, he was indeed skilled, but his over-confidence would most surely be his downfall. Lastly was Kv'vat, he was silent and efficent in his approach, constantly stoping to scan his enviroment for intruders. Watching Kv'vat's catious advance made Bakuur proud, he may have been the youngest, but he certainly had the most potential. Bakuur had one more thing to do before he followed after his unbloods, he tapped his wrist pad a few times to relay all the info he had gathered to them, as well as an outline of his plans for what they would do upon reaching the city. He would watch over them as they hunted, analyse their progress, and if things do not go well for them, then he will come to their aid so that they might live to learn from their mistakes. Now their hunt has begun, and so has Bakuur's quest for justice.

Ooooo a challenge.

Take tower, tall structures, public buildings, nest, infect any one and every thing I am watching you all at this moment. Move on military forces and eradicate, remove threats and ambush now. I command it, you will obey.

The Xenomorphs move towards London bridge where the armed forces are setting detenation charges as well as destroying other bridges and means of getting to the palace and other 'more important' civil areas. As the Xenomorph hordes move along the bridge the millitery activates the bombs killing hundreds of the beasts while wounding others horribly as the bridge collapses and twists as its remains crash into the water. Any remaining Xenomorphs prepare for a second assault but Alpha quickly stops this move;

No we have, what we need, panic ad chaos will feed the hive. Watch them as they cower and fear, infect and consume before attack. Morality is a human weakness, and one to be exploited. Shadow move and infiltrate the other side.

Ludias follows the predator with a grace that ignores the use of only two limbs. He has a scary amount of balance for someone in such pain. His right gloved hand holds his shotgun with ease and the muscles bunching on his forearm and upper arm show the repeated times he has held the weapon one handed. Even its 15 KG weight and 85 pound kick of recoil is however insignificant to the weight of a mans body as Ludias once felt it. Throttling the fool with one hand even as his coin immobilised him with hypnotic paralysis.

The journey is a long one, and while the pair travel Ludias gives himself the luxury of letting his mind wander. Strange, he is allowing himself this pleasure more and more often... and at the strangest times. Perhaps that should change... but soon. not right now. Ludias was reliving the one moment in his life that could be considered... less than sinister. He had a sister. Had in the past tense. She had been a gorgeous woman who he had had a real relationship with, she was the only person who ever cared for him, ever held him in her arms and washed the emotional pain away. She had been only a year his senior, but her age had not mattered when a stranger had tried to force her. It was then that Ludias first felt the pleasure of a man dying by his hand. He had heard the screams and gone to the source. And now to this very day the sound of the mans gurgling...

That pleasure had grown stale over the years his sister had died. From a common cold. At least that was what his father had told him when he was released from the ward. The ward... that place held more memories of him than any other building on the planet. The manacles on the walls had to be refitted just to have fit his scrawny wrists. Back then Ludias was not the powerful distinguished man he was now. He was a teenager. Not fully hit by testosterone and filled out into the wiry frame that he had now. Indeed his body had seen so much torture in that place. Electricity treatments, full immersion in boiling water, and then freezing directly afterwards. It seemed to him that that place had prepared him for this night. The pain of losing his hand. It was nothing. Nothing compared to having the largest organ on your body boiled and then frozen cracking the skin to the point where when he had been released, supposedly "cured" his body was nothing like its former self. It had taken fifteen years of careful application of ointments and lotions for his skin to regain its former suppleness. However the pale almost translucent quality had remained. His viens and arteries, sometimes even the strands of muscle, were visible through his thin pale skin. It was not a sight one often wanted to look upon. With his dyed black hair to conceal the premature grey streaks and the intense blue of his eyes he was quite sinister. And the suits he wore along with his calm demeanour and single white glove often scared people into submission before he even had to raise his voice. Or his coin. His coin. How was he ever going to use it again? Only his left hand had been able to keep the rhthym required to achieve that hypnotic state that made powerfully minded men putty to his thoughts. He would have to become a more conventional murderer. Not that that worried him.

His right hand was not suited to flipping the coin for one main reason. The skin on it was hard an leathery and rather smooth. The coin always seemed to slide off of it no matter how many times he tried. You see his right hand had never turly healed and its angry red color was a direct result of the treatments he had been subjected to as a teenager. Nothing seemed to work on the hand. So he simply covered it. It was no hindrance to the way he wielded his knife. Or his guns. Simply it was a reminder of his time in that place. A reminder of why he was, what he was. Who he was. Why he did what he did.

His mind snapped back to the present as he descended from the piping, following lithely in the wake of his deity.

Bit of character development, unsure what else to post without warork's input.

Shadow and his warriors started to make their way back to the hive, They saw humans running into buildings for protection but they would not be safe from Alpha's warriors. Shadow made it to the sewer entrance and they saw humans huddling in a corner of the room.

Grab the humans and take them to Alpha for are young

Shadow grabbed two children and the rest of the warriors grabbed the parents and dragged them into the depths of the hive for a painful death. They entered Alpha's chamber with the new hosts

We have new hosts for the hive.

The five men boarded the vehicle. It was a second hand pickup truck, a grey Hilux, stolen from nearby. Pettry inserted the key and the engine rumbled in to life. The entire vehicle was shaking as if it was terrified. Without speaking they pulled out of the drive way, the tyres squealing in protest and smoke pouring out of the wheel arches. They stuck to B-roads as all the main ones were clogged with traffic as people fled the city. Dark shapes spilled around them. Screaming and gunfire could be heard, far too close for comfort. Speeding massively the truck screeched around bends, all eyes fixed on the darkness but Pettry's as he wrestled the car for control. Within minutes they were tearing through traffic and were funneled on to the motorway.
"I think I can see them! They're everywhere!" Cortez yelled. Outside, a hoard of Xenomorphs sprinted in to view. People began abandoning their cars in a massive rush to escape. Pettry forced the wheel round and sped down the middle of the lane as the creatures reached the humans. Screams and blood filled the air, pounding on the walls of the car and the ringing of gunfire spread.
"Joe, speed it, I-" a shadowy form shot past. The tires screamed and burst. Metal scraped against concrete and the car span, the world becoming a blur of movement and noise. Felix felt himself become weightless, as collision after collision shook his body. He was twisting through the air, about to throw up, certain this was the end. He barely had time to recognise the almighty crash of metal, man and road before his vision clouded and everything whent white.

Vision slowly returned, his eyes creeping open. The side of his head seemed to be pounding and blood was running down his face. A few feet away was Pettry, sprawled outside the wrecked door of the car. Jericho Orwell was just beyond him with a slit neck and a piece of metal through his chest. Looking up, he found Cortez's face staring back. Garza was a few metres further away, crouched behing a metal barricade, his FAMAE rattling.
"Come on... Up... Danger..." Cortez's voice seemed to echo against the ringing in his ears. Noise faded back terrifyingly slowly and Cortez's instructions became clear. Felix forced himself to his feet and steadied himself against the ruins of the car. He lurched forwards and vomitted, dizzyness overcoming him. Cortez turned, his weapon sang out, and a screaming pierced the night. Wreckage and blood was littered around. People were dying everywhere about them. Beasts were overwhelming anyone who tried to fight back. Felix remembered a similair scene, 3 years ago. A raid on a terrorist safehouse in Turkey gone horribly wrong. On that occasion he was overcome with fear, and as a result 7 good men died and he was discharged from the SF Regiment. His previous failure gave him new strength and he turned, reaching for his weapons, determined not to let history repeat itself. Cortez spoke to him quickly.
"Orwell's dead. Pettry looks bad. He might have a concussion... his leg's broken, so is his arm... shattered ribs... spine looks OK, thank Christ... I need your help." Felix nodded, lifting Joe Pettry on to his shoulders. Cortez grabbed his legs and the two drew their pistols. Garza ran over, spraying fire in to the hoard of Xenomorphs.
"Run! I'll cover you. There should be a bridge a few hundred metres away. If we can cross it and bring it down behind us, some of us might survive this disaster." They nodded. Cortez began jogging, Felix close behind, launching pistol rounds in to any creatures that got past Garza. They ran, gathering speed. The bridge was below their feet now... the end of it was just metres away... the creatures were right behind, breathing down his neck... he was across. Laying Pettry down, they turned and drew their weapons. Cortez began throwing charges everywhere, ready to blow the bridge as soon as possible.
"Garza! Run! We'll cover you!" The short Brazillian sprinted, his agility learnt in the maze of the Rio de Janeiro Favela kicking in. The beasts fell behind him as bullets streamed past, acidic blood searing his arms and back. With a speed never seen in him before he leapt, crossing the few metres pf bridge left as Cortez reached for the charge trigger and pulled.
8 C4 explosives whent off in unison, tearing Xenomorphs to shreds. The creak of rusted metal echoed out as supports buckled under the stress. A blast of hot air hit them and knocked them back, while the concrete and metal beneath the road snapped and the aliens fell down in to the freezing water below.
The three men stood panting, amazed that they were still alive. Wordlessly, they turned, lifted Pettry up and walked off. Not once did they look back at the city, blazing behind them, orange flames licking upwards in to the black sky as a thousand people screamed out at once.

Excellent....we.....have....advanced....our evolution now....prepare assault...on remaining human resistance.....we have advanced to a new stage...other hosts create new creatures....such as Ravagers and Carriers....both will prove useful against entrenched human....positions.


Several massive hulking Xenomorphs emerge, each a foul and dark creature bearing long bladed sword like claws and long sinewy needle teeth. They both snarl and roar as they begin to leave the hive along with several Bull Aliens who exit the hive and move towards London along with Shadow and his own guard.


Yes....move...consume and devour....infect and evolve and......advance, we have taken....many and....we have spread.

Alpha's head retracted back into his carapace and began his final stage as the Queen's Jelly began to fully re-write his genetic codes, Alpha goes into a deep sleep.

Note* Xenomorphs can swim but the wreckage and debrie would crush them, few would survive but most dead.

OOC: Just fixed a few problems with my past 2 posts and added some new information.

Edited post.

RL is hitting me hard...I may have to drop some of my RPs because of it...

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Aww...

... gak...

How about Lyzin kills Kanak and then becomes the main Predator enemy? Bit of a sad ending for him, but hey, we need to do something.

That'll be okay...

... fun event...

I'm currently watching Alien3 after watching the second film, just wanted to get more info for my character.

Ahh...

... I got an alien comic...

I see....

Now I've got to get Alpha a bit more powerful, and Alpha's sone gonna be calling the shots.

I've got a 2 aliens comics, all the films, both predator films and both AVP movies and a comic so i have lots of information.

Humans


Your deity's, weapons, faiths have failed you



Has failed you



But maybe



It is time to embrace a new one?


You seem acquitted for my needs


Come humans


Test me


I wish to see your skills up close


Warriors, Drones, disperse, these humans intrigue me


The others have not proven as, efficient part for Shadow


So come little humans


Test yourself

As the two of them moved out of the building Ludias heard a skittering sound and the figure infront of him twisted and slashed with one arm effortlessly decapitating an scion that had run too close. More were all around and Ludis brought his shotgun up. The weapon was semi automatic and had a clip feed so Scion after scion fell in droves as they tried to assault the pair. A strange weapon mounted on the LLD's shoulder whirred into life and even more of the Scions fell. But the tide was seemingly undending and Ludias was running out of ammo...

By the time they had killed thirty of the Scions Ludias was down to his pistol. Now the going was harder for him and reloading was awkward with only one hand. But he managed and he did it quickly. He managed to bring down anouther 5 of the Scions and the warrior next to him continued to butcher all within, and out of, arms reach. Ludias holstered his pistol and drew his long curved knife. He knew that the weapon was innefective for hunting and fighting such creatures. But that diddnt stop him trying.

Alpha's cocoon began to become brittle and cracks opened across its surface, Alpha's head began to break through the brittle casing and it emerged. Now larger, taller and far more horrific in appearance and stature, Alpha had become a Queen and roared in triumph. Alpha called to his species across England, a psychic scream that echoed through every dark corner of the Xenomorph lair and feral hive.


My servants

My species

My Kin

This world is ours, ours, take back our place against the other species

I guide you my servants

I guide you amongst our new home

Now kill, infect and consume

Evolve

Alpha returned to his throne and snarled in victory......

You have totally killed this RP for us reaper

How have I Killed the RPG? I simply had my character send out a psychic message to Xenomorphs across the country which there aren't many off.

lol. No i mena the whole invasion thing. how the hell are we suppossed to survive this?

Well I assume you are all on the non-Xeno bridge side and I'm guessing a proper well thought out strike into the hive against the current queen would reduce the Xenomorphs to dribbling, feral wrecks. You just need to find Alpha's location which would be conducted by a small beacon placed within Alpha's skull by W-Corp.

This RP is going on way too fast...

... I meant for people to only be finding out about the aliens at this point, not being totally invaded...

... anyway, lets try and get this to work, I need RP's people...

Well even if the Xenomorphs where invading London, it's a small part of the world and communication systems would be heavily monitored to stop panic and rioting from fully breaking out. If it happened right now, the World probably would think it's a terrorist attack or a riot of massive size.

all the pc's that arnt alien are screwed

ah well

I need some intereaction from reaper with Ludias

I am contacting you, remember Alpha sent a psychic message saying he wanted to chat with you and would allow safe passage to the hive.

Sam walked through the corridors of the weyland corp base, his squads around him. They passed employees and guards but ignored them all. As they stepped into Weyland office, the man himself turned in his swivel chair to face them. "Ahh commander McKay, i see you have been successful. I want the data, now". Sam slowly took a backpack off and laid it infront of Weyland. "here's your data, just know that many good men died getting this for you" weyland was too busy connecting one of the mobile hardrives to his computer. "I estimate, commander that the xenomorph menace shall spread to this city in a few day's. You new assignment is to call in as many MONOLITH assets as possible and secure this city." Sam saluted and left. He took out his mobile and dialed MONOLITH command a man answered "Sir, tell general Knight that Britain is at code red, he is to use his contacts in the government to quarantine the country, it is also requested that atleast three company's be deployed to cloud city." a few moments later a voice came over the radio "Acknowledged"

Shadow bowed to Alpha then left the chamber to hunt down some weak humans to feast on. Shadow and his warriors enter the old sewer tunnels to the river, they enter the river and swam to the land and attack 3 human boats killing all on board. Shadow and his guards entered a building and saw a woman huddling a baby Shadow walked up to her and went to grab her, she turned and Shadow stopped.....It was his girlfriend and his child

Emma.....join me........do you remember?

"No it cant be....not my love!" She replied and started to cry

It is me...join me again as one with the hive

"I loved you...and I still do just make it quick" She said and stud up holding their child. Shadow grabbed her and their child and dragged them to the hive to be judged by Alpha.

Weak, pathetic, the child is a host but the female may become a Drone, an allowance to you Shadow. Once mature become will a Praetorian and may take my place if I am ever to be killed, though I doubt that. Omega, Beta, give Shadow the honors of blessing our new member. I enjoy 'family' drama, and remove the child.


Alpha was for simple seconds to form a proper smirk with his needle teeth but quickly returned to its normal form, Alpha watched with foul and dark glee as Shadow approached the human.

I think I may post something that'll save the day, gimme a sec...

Edit: OK, it may not seem like a life saver, but military forces are soon going to be holding the city under quarantine. As long as all the humans escape the city in time we'll be OK for a while.

Felix and Cortez hurried through the glass doors of the building, Pettry in their arms and Garza trailing behind.
"The river should keep the aliens on the other side of the city, but not for long. We gotta hurry if we want to get out of this." Cortez stated. Pettry moaned below them, rubbing his eyes before drifting back in to unconsciousness.
"What is the place?" questioned Felix.
"An old hospital. I saw the maps of the area; it's currently being cleared before it's demolished, but their should be some medical equipment left over." The place was dilapidated, but mostly clean. They found Pettry a bed and began bandaging his limbs and chest. 2 ribs were broken, as was a leg and an arm. It would take roughly 2 weeks before he was ready for combat. Miraculously, their were no signs of a concussion.

In the corner of the room was a television screen. Felix switched it on and flicked through channels until he found the news.
"After the disaster at the Weyland Tower this morning, the city has become overrun with these "Xenomorphs". The one bridge over the river has been destroyed by unknown causes, slowing the infestation, but officials fear that by tomorrow the entire city will be taken and it is believed that the creatures intend to increase the scale of the invasion to the entire country." The screen flicked to images of debate at Downing Street, the Prime Minister sweating and shaking.
"After a night of discussion the government has decided to take military action. Hopefully, within the week a military force will be stationed outside the perimeter to quarantine the city. Unfortunatley, those still trapped must await their fate due to the dangers posed by so-called "facehuggers", which implant Xenomorph eggs within the host's stomach via oral rape. After a brief gestation period Xenomorph young will burst out from the host, killing it and creating another alien creature. Because of the risks these pose, all citizens must remain in the city to prevent Alien young from escaping."
The mercenaries stared at the screen, too shocked to speak.

"They're... they're going to leave us here? They're going to gun us down if we try to escape?" Cortez stammered.
"The smart thing to do." said Garza. "I wouldn't want those things escaping here if it meant nuking the whole city." Cortez glared back, his eyes showing massive contempt. Felix interrupted them.
"Whether it's right or not isn't relevant. Unless we get out of the city within 7 days, maybe less, we're going to die." The men sighed; they knew he was right. Besides, as mercenaries, they often encountered situations like this- escape or certain death.

Sounds good Trolly...

Shadow lifted the human child he once called his own and attached him to a wall, the child's screams echoed the human inside Shadow tried to call out to his son but never achieved it Shadow had taken full control now. Shadow and Alpha watched as a Facehugger emerged from its egg and leaped on the child's face

Son.... Shadow spoke, Suddenly his old self Sam roared and took control for a brief second and punched Omega knocking him back then shadow took full control and grabbed Emma and dragged her to the pool of royal jelly and plunged her in until she passed out then shadow dropped her to the floor. Shadow returned to Alpha and bowed

What shall a do now my Queen

Alpha smirked as the human began her transformation into Xenomorph and turned to Shadow, the massive Queen nodded to her loyal bowing servant while Omega and Beta stood with Shadow. Alpha watched as long black spines and thick breathing tubes emerged from her back, her bones thickened and she roared in pain. Shadow stood silently caring little for the humans pain, she would relise the power it brought. Her rib cage twisted into a new form and her arms began to grow longer and her fingers became talon like, the woman's eyes closed as Beta and Omega dragged her to the pit of royal jelly and pushed her in.

Wait Shadow, await rebirth.


(OOC) I'll allow you to create the final transformation scene.

OOC: Oh crap im not to good bit i will try.

BIC: Her screams became gurgles as Omega and Beta held her under from her lower back a Long tail began to grow, Her legs became thicker and stronger and her head started to grow long and eyes disappeared under her new black skull and her screams became hisses. Her transformation was nearly complete Shadow thought about how he had to do the same and the words of his queen saying he would be next in line for her throne but he would have to fight Omega and Beta for it. Emma finaly became one with the Hive her her hiss echoed and was greeted into the hive.

OOC: Sorry if the transformation is dull or crap just tell me to change it if you want.

(OOC) Its fine

Emma was becoming more and more like the Xenomorphs, her gurgled screeches became wild as she saw her flesh change but it was too late. Her screams died down as the human genome was altered and changed rapidly, she screamed one final time as her head arched back sharply before turning into a wild roar. She re-emerged, now a Xenomorph drone and stood by her former human Shadow while Alpha began to give orders to the Xenomorth servants;

My servants, move towards the river and begin to move to the other side. Plant eggs and return to the hive and educate our newest member on our species and plans Shadow. I will be watching all of you when you infiltrate the city.

Im sorry If i missed it but what was the suppossed communication Alpha was going to have with Ludias?

EDIT

Blood reaper has been banned for two days guys.

What?

Why...?

Oh God help me!!!

What am I Going to do

Shadow nodded to his Queen before she feel into a deep sleep. He grabbed 3 eggs two in his hands and his tail wrapped around another, He took 30 drones with him and his newest warrior Emma they all took the eggs to the tunnels near the river. They placed his eggs and the others placed theirs the strange thing is that Emma still had her human feelings for Sam, she stayed by his side always and watched him from a distance when he went to see Alpha. The eggs began to hatch and the facehuggers left for the water and land to bring birth to the hive.

If you want to know why someone's been banned, look at their post history for red text (or in this case Manchu's friendly orange text).

All I saw on his was a "please do not spam pics" post by Manchu...

(OOC) I'm back now no more talk of ban except for PM's


Ludias....human....I seek your....presence human....I wish to speak with you and Shadow watch the new born....emotions....thoughts.....threats to the hive mind.....begin infiltration....be quite....and do not reveal yourselves till the time is right.....I am deploying Omega and Beta to keep watch.....Alpha out.

Xenomorph's begin to swarm into the rivers and drains, they make haste as they slowly creep into the shadows and warehouses, abandoned buildings and other husks of structures. They begin to nest until they can begin to attack the humans......

Ludias sinks to his knees even as the LLD above him battles away, Storm's hands go to his head and he cries out in shock and outrage at the forign prescence in his mind. He aens forwards and vomits into the gutter. but just as soon he regains control of himself and stands. steady with a glint of something terrible in his eye.
If the Scion wanted to meet him. Then by god the Scion would meet him.

"I will call of my....allies when you arrive....I am not the backstabbing type you see?.....I wish to speak with you indeed little human......so come......come to my hive and we shall indeed speak...."

Alpha's head rises and lets out a psychic roar, any Xenomorph around Ludias quickly flees in fear of Alpha's wrath.

Ludias sheathes his knife and picks up his discarded shotgun, but once again discards it, acidic blood from the Scions body had melted all of one side. His pistol was fine but out of ammunition and his clothes were a mess. To top it off blood had been spilled all over his remaining had eating away at it until only a couple of the fingers were functional... he grimaces and reaches inside his suit jacket and takes out a round shere with three small buttons. He depresses all three for a bout a minute an dthen stows the item back in his jacket. And then begins to make his slow torturous route to the Scion. His body was beginnign to shutdown however the shock of losing effectivly both his hands beginning to set in. He collapsed to his knees then to his chest face down on the tarmac uncaring of the blood beginning to eat at his face.

(After that fight this was the only thing I think he would be up to doing. You see know why youve killed this reaper? none of us could deal with that many aliens...)

OH worry not, i shall soon destroy reapers army.

chrs big help thanks

Sarcasm?

nope i dont do sarcasm

(OOC:Cough....cough....cough....nuke.....cough....cough....cough.....bomb...)

Retrieve the broken ones body and make sure....he is alive and not infected.......I wish to talk.......with him.

Several Warriors find the human, they grab his body and take it to a small pool of water where they wipe away their own blood from his face and drag his unconscious body towards the hives entrance but do not discard of the humans weaponry, remembering Alpha's orders.

Ludias feels himself being dragged along by the scions his mind however cannot summon the nessecary thought process to resist. His body is shattered deep gouges down his chest where claws and acidic blood have created cauterised wounds. The lack of hands, his ruined face. Ontop of his already frail skin this has destroyed him in body and mind. His only thought as he is being dragged along is.
"Ive failed"

Ludias is placed before Alpha, who's head quickly slides out of her massive carapace and looks down on the dying human and smirks;

"Do you wish for life anew and power human? A second chance at life?"

Ludias tries to stand, his body lolling backwards onto his haunches and he automatically throws out his left hand to steady himself but the stump rolls and he collapses in the dirt. He lifts his head and spits as hard as he can at Alpha but even then it barely clears his chin. He rolls forwards onto his knees and pulls out the sphere.
"Your all going down with me"
He presses the buttons one last time and then the explosion of a compact hore hydrogen bomb detonates.

"NO.....NO......NO.....NO!"

Alpha screams as the bomb detonates, the hundreds of acid filled eggs and water systems in the hive add to the bloom of the explosion as it consumes the entire hive. Every Xenomorph is ether killed or reduced to a mindless wretch as the bomb destroys the hive and the shatters the hive mind, Alpha however is no where to be seen and anything in the hive reduced to ash.

So what happens now?

Now we create new characters that are different and we dont have overpowered retinues. I admit the cult was in that direction

To the character construction area!!!

oh and btw thanks for bringing me right to you Ludias never would have been able to get there on his own.

Wait could that not mean I'm Alpha's air since Alpha did have her own eggs transported across the city? I would not be a full Queen and I'd only have around 25+ Aliens but I'd still hive my stronger psychic connection and better vocal cords.

You just got obliterated by a nuke...

Have fun with that

Yes I know that but the Eggs would carry over the DNA, Alpha's DNA was in fact modified and the Eggs where transported into the contained side and non-contained side of London.

Sam watches an aerial view of the city of London, he sees civilians being chased by swarms of xenomorphs. What he is about to do is for the good of humanity. The leaders of MONOLITH had given him permission to go through with operation cleanse. The soldiers stationed in London had been informed of the plan, they where working in tandem with MONOLITH, they had chosen to stay. He reached for his comm "sir" his lieutenant interrupted him. She was pointing her pistol at his head " i cannot let you do this" he stared at her calmly then lightning fast, he drew his own pistol. She was aiming for the chest so her shot didn't do a thing due to his heavy armor. His shot on the other hand ruptured her heart. "i am sorry" he said slowly. He then reached for his comm again "Begin operation cleanse"He said the first code word. "Wyvern" He watched as rolling bombardments of incendiary shells impacted upon the city. "Dragon storm". A large force of light bombers flew over the city, dropping napalm on infestation hot spots. "Ogre fist". Massive groups of heavy bombers pounded the city, destroying buildings, bridges and people. He watched Buckingham palace burn, big Ben fall and the London eye collapse. "The fires burn brightly". That was the code word for the final bombardment. Hundred's of daisy cutter class bombs where dropped on the city. " The strike of the sword is the last" A massive combat force of men and armor rolled into the city, consisting of both MONOLITH and British Army forces. They would cleanse this infestation one alien at a time if need be.

*shrug* the whole reason I did this is because persoanlly I think an alien queen is an overpowered character. Forgive me for wanting to level the playing feild a little.

I believe it was a hydrogen bomb, not a nuke. I on the other hand finished him.

When immobile and laying eggs I don't see how that is overpowered. Any way's, here is my basic idea of a profile;

Name: Epsilon

Race: Xenomorph

Type of Xenomorph: Young Queen

Abilities: Second mouth, blades

History: After Alpha was killed in an explosion Epsilon was the only surviving spawn of his egg's, Epsilon is young and requires a time to mature and reproduce.

Age: 2 weeks

um... hydrogen bombs are the first neuclear class warheads

when controlling every alien NPC in the game... I think thats op

I've only got a few left, I don't see whats the big deal.

Yeah i just obliterated a city, which was really really fun. Blood i don't think your new character would be viable. As you said all of the eggs are in London and you just need to look at my last post well see what happened to them.

This seems to not be going in a good direction. I'd suggest we ask Shas before going on and not do the whole Hydro-bomb thing.

Character:
Name: Terrance Blackwood (he’s back and better than ever) but travels under many aliases
Race: Human
Age: 35
Equipment: Kevlar lined leather jacket, silenced 9mm handgun, 7.62 caliber sniper rifle, scoped and silenced, combat knife made from carbon fiber and stainless steel

Appearance/Personality: Terrance stands at about 5’7” and is rather short however his lack of height is compensated for by his intelligence and is exceedingly smart. He is known as “a trigger finger” in underground circles. He never was arrogant enough to take the tile “The trigger finger” but everyone knows that if you ask for a trigger finger then Terrance is the man who will answer. He has a nondescript face and short black hair that is cut neatly into a style that keeps it out of the way. His leather jacket is lined with Kevlar fibers, not enough to stop any real damage but certainly enough to save him from a low caliber shot, a glancing hit or a spray of shotgun pellets. His black singlet top has ammo loops sewn into it and his black fatigues have clips for magazines all around the belt line and thighs. He often never fills them but they are there if he needs them to be. His black boots have probably seen more action than his rifle over the course of their ownership.

History: Terrance grew up as ‘the nerd’, ‘the teachers pet’, ‘the grade A student’ he kept his emotions hidden from other for pretty much the first 20 years of his life. But as soon as he got out of university on a technology and electronics degree everything changed. Now not only were his emotions hidden, he was too. He disappeared for a good five years but eventually in the underground circles people started hearing about assassinations that were done quickly efficiently, and scarily enough sanctioned. These were hits that often enough men hired people to perform. Soon instead of the mark ending up dead, both the hit man and the mark would have 7.62 round embedded in their skulls or chests. Eventually the major “players” of Britain’s underground began to search out this ghostlike killer. To this day they still haven’t found him but he began to give anonymous phone calls offering his services to the drug lords and crime barons of England Scotland Ireland and Wales. It was rumored that he even prepared a hit on the British Queen before at the last minute the hit was called off. No one knows why but to this day there is still a handgun with its serial number and production stamp filed off in a wall cavity at Buckingham palace that has gone unused. It still has a single round chambered. Eventually the British secret service cottoned onto the fact that every assassination in the last 10 years had been performed with one of two caliber bullets and every single one of those bullets had the same rifling grooves. They tried to track ‘a trigger finger’ down and have been chasing him through Britain for the last year or so. All that they have made in the way of progress is 15 dead agents. All with a nine millimeter bullet fired through their right eye socket just apart from the bridge of the nose.

Quote: This is a trigger finger. I heard you have a mark?

Very nice, i hope this one is a little more exciting than the Terrance in Termina.

haha I shall endevour to make it so

I think I'm out till Shas is back.

19th of January 2012. 5:05 am. Dublin Ireland
Fred Laury (Terrance) pulled the stock of his 7.62 milimeter rifle into his shoulder and stared through the scope. His finger curled around the trigger. He breathed in, and pulled. Then with no haste reached down and with a gloved hand picked up the spent cartridge from the rug he had layed out to muffle the sound of the falling cartridge. He dropped the casing into a plastic bag and put that in his pocket. His rifle was then dismantled and put into his modified backpack the foam inside it would stop the components from clinking, although it would require a clean when he got back to his hotel room. The rug was then repositioned back to its former position and he took a small vlevet brush out of his pocket coverd in dust and gently swept it over the movement tracks, the brush left dust behind and covered the scrapelines neatly. Fred then turned away from the fifth story window and made his way down the stairs of the empty office building. A back door was already open and waiting and he gently closed it, resetting the lock as he did so. The man ruffled his hair, blond today and his green contacts covered his usually brown eyes. the gloves were taken off and placed in the eighth rubbish bin he saw 6 blocks from the apartment building. Just anouther backpacker he made his way back to his temporary residence.

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Moments earlier a well known business man had gotten into his limozine and just as he was shutting the door he slumped slightly against the seat blood pooling already against the white leather. The door closed itself with its own weight and the body was driven towards its destination by an oblivious driver. The screen between the men was up and nothing was seen or heard by the man.

There we go, bit of an intro to things

The unmistakeable crack of a blast rippled through the air, waking the mercenaries asleep in the hospital. A blast of hot air bowled him over, part of the building collapsing and the walls around him and Felix rose with a start, grabbing a pistol from the bedside table and looking around.
Out of the window, a fist of flame reached upwards towards the sky as if a god had been defeated and was groping madly in it's dying rage. Debris began raining down, tiny pieces of rock hurled from half a mile away and falling like ash. Felix, Cortez and Garza got to their feet at once, before collapsing back down again as their eardrums seemed to split and raw agony tore at their minds. An inhuman scream was forming in their heads; a single voice filled with anger and hate.
No...NO! My children... NO!The voice was in an alien language yet what it said was clear. Cortez yelled and clutched his forehead; Felix fell against the cupboard and reached clumsily for the painkillers; Pettry moaned and rolled over in his bed; Garza slumped forwards and curled in to a ball. The scream lasted a full 10 seconds, a single word repeated over and over: NO!

It ended abruptly, but the memory and pain lingered. Outside in the streets below, beyond the barricaded front entrance, fresh screams erupted and hundreds of creatures died in shock. The rest began dragging themselves along, their limbs failing them, shrieking madly. Bleary-eyed and in tremendous pain, the four mercenaries pulled themselves up and stumbled towards the door. Pettry, despite his injuries, was moving with vigour and athleticism. His leg had healed well in the two nights they had been here and he could just about put his whole weight on it, and his arm had regained most control. His ribs pained him still, but less than they had.
Breathing heavily, Felix Mechnikov took a moment to study the city below. A crater, stretching from the river all the way to the other end of the metropolic where concrete met green fields, had appeared. Most of the city around it was scorched and battered. A small nuclear bom had just gone off and they had just survived being vapourised.
Instantly his brain whirred in to action, banishing the splitting headache erupting behind his eyes. Most of the creatures were dead- there were ambulances just outside the building- the military would arrive in two days- Pettry could be escorted out on a stretcher- the roads were clear- YES! Hope bloomed within him. The blast had provided the narrowist of openings through which they could escape.
"Everybody, on your feet." All three others stared back, catching his rare happy mood. "We've just been given the chance from heaven and I'll be damned if we don't take it. Load Pettry on a stretcher and grab everything you have. We're getting out of here.

Minutes later, the front door of the hospital burst open and three men pushing a stretcher streamed out. A Xenomorph stumbled around a corner, obviously shattered by the psychic scream, and was cut down immediately as a volley of shots caught it between the eyes. Not looking back, the men sprinted towards the one working ambulance in the car park, broke the lock, loaded Pettry in to the back and tore off in to the night. They would make it out of the city; they would survive this disaster. For now.

OOC: Crap, I write that whole thing only to find loads of new posts and that the Queen is dead... well, I suppose there's always Blood's next character.

when you are dealing with color tags you need only end them [/color] rather than [/color=olive]

Fixed my post. And yeah, I didn't spot that Marta, thanks.
Edit: And I didn't notice I had to use the American spelling. Damn yanks

hahaha no problem mate

you should take a gander at the new resident assassin of the rp....

Another mercenary... this will be interesting.

Also, about the no alien problem, thousands of people escaped the city. If just one in ten of those had been face hugged then the entire county could be infested in days.

Difference between mercanary and Assassin and this guy chooses who he kills. He isnt someone who works for the highest bidder. He chooses who his clients will be. He offers his services to the person he wants to.

I see. So, when Shas gets back, we can resolve this whole "city-got-nuked" crisis, preferably with my ingenious solution .

Yes, someone could...

Tim feel against the wall, his chest was in pain and he was screaming he feel back and screamed a final time as a tiny foul creature emereged from the ripped open chest of the dead host. It looked around and snarled, it began to feed on the dead corpse of the human and tore into the flesh. It was starved and hungry, and fled into a nearby tunnel. It needed to rest.

We....


.....Have


Returned....

....And will spread.....

My children.....

....Hide.....find the shadows and seek.....refuge....

We will rise.......but need time....then....

....We rise.......Shadow.......I survive through the shards of the mind as Espilion....

But I am so weakened......find a suitable location....for my hive....

...No contact......with them.....none....

I think the hydro bomb could be reduced to a far smaller explosive that destroys the main Xenomoprh hive forcing a new Queen (Espilon) to hatch and have Alpha's splinterd mind use it while londons bombed heavily reducing it to a barren waste land though I'd still prefer to be Alpha and I don't really want to lose the character.

Honestly I just wanted to vaporise Alpha and most of his minions... so if you can think of a smaller grade explosive that can do that be my guest. The reason Why Im vaporising Alpha is more or less for balance reasons. We cant have one character commanding an entire horde of NPC's that sort of neuclear or napalm warheads we have very little chance of killing. ITs way to overpowered. Its not even like we can kill you because your on the front lines. No your this untouchable dude in the middle of a hive of hundreds of minions and the only way to kill you it seems is to be given a personal audience...

I must say with this one I agree with Tyranic, I did originally think it was a bit OP, and that is why I was angry when Alpha told Kanak to kill the Queen so Alpha could become the new Queen...

... and you made the Aliens more like an army, when they are always (in every instance) creatures which scuttle around in the dark, not staying in the open and attacking with a large force...

... I'm not saying I will not allow you to be a Queen, but I am just asking if you can do it, but going along with what Aliens normally do, and NOT working with Preds cos that would never really happen, I mean, even a cross between Aliens and Humans killed humans at first sight...

... now, about the whole "bomb" thing...

... I believe we have two options, either restart the entire damn RP, or continue from where it is now, but going slower and not trying to kill every player, or every damn person in London for that matter...

... and for now, the current setting is "still" Cloud City...

... whatever happens, this RP is not dying, I like it too damn much...

Xenomorphs learn and adapt, yes the Karnak thing was kinda strange but killing a weak and dying queen wasn't really. Alpha being unique made it easier to role-play a Xenomorph. I still want to be Alpha, but weakened and with far less minions and unable to conduct any real attacks except for hiding in the dark and grabbing unwary people and watching others until they have built up a large enough force..

Sorry for not posting im on a slow computer
@Bloodreaper so now i take control and create a new hive or am i dead.

Yes, so basically we move to cloud city now, yes?

No black Templar, you aren't taking control. Alpha ain't dead yet but weakened. Badly. Also I did just spawm a new air if Alpha's dead anyways.

Dang, I've missed quite a lot.

Anyway I'm still wondering what the heck is going to happen now, are we starting over or are we continuing from here? Personally, I'd prefer it if we started over, this just seems to be going in a very bad direction.

blood reaper wrote:No black Templar, you aren't taking control. Alpha ain't dead yet but weakened. Badly. Also I did just spawm a new air if Alpha's dead anyways.

I will follow you my Queen.

Reaper, dont argue with the GM, your not a queen now, end of story.

Shas may I suggest that you control the aliens rather than letting them be player controlled? Or better yet force human charactrs, it adds more mystery. But again up to you.

I'm not arguing, though I don't see the RPG going anywhere right now.

*shrug* what we need to do is get all the people who RP regularly, you me BT, glass ninja, etc and make an rp that we know is going to run without long gaps of delay

Okay guys, this is whats going to happen...

... we are going to start over, and the sort of character you PMed me with reaper is fine, but in any event I will make it so a human PC has a fair chance against it...

... if anybody wants to know why we are starting over, it is because things kinda got out of hand, and I was a bit busy at the time, so I wasn't always around to put a stop to it...

... okay, so we're gonna start anew, anybody can have a character they want...

... in fact, this is a democracy, so lets have a vote, start again, or continue from where we are and stop the madness?

OK, I think we should;

1: Have that London was not bombed but the hive was destroyed, the Xenomorph's have become pests and are being contained by MONOLITH
2: Alpha's alive but under the restrictions I sent Shas
3: The Xenomorph Hive-mind is broken, meaning they will fight each other and new Queens will make up their own factions
4: Totalitarian government takes over Britain to stop the Xenomorph's from spreading, heavily violent and extreme
5: Mercenaries now patrol the streets in search of Xeno hosts
6: W-Corp secretly controls the world

Can i keep my character because he wasnt killed by anybody but i will be captured and in MONOLITH. Please.

But if we are not going by Reaper's idea My new character:

Name: Namis tye

Species/affiliation: Hunter

Age: 291

Height: 7'9

Personality: Silent, Deadly and watches the young bloods

Appearance:

Facts: He is a Hmighty hunter seeking for a mighty opponent but has never found any that equal his skills. His ship had landed on earth nearly 100 years ago and has stayed in search for his perfect prey. He has searched England killing all who are just for sport but never civillians even if they are armed.

Weapons: Duel-wrist blades, Plasma caster,Shuriken and throwing spear.

Equipment: Predator IR detection mask, Armor, Cloak device and self destruct device.

NPC:

Name: Meyr

Species/affiliation: Young Blood

Age: 179

Weapons: Wrist Blade and plasma caster

Equipment: Bio helmet, Armour, Cloak device and self destruct device.



Name: Tyra

Species/affiliation: Young Blood

Age: 181

Weapons: Wrist blade and Net gun

Equipment: Bio helmet, Cloak device and self destruct device

MONOLITH don't take prisoners, at least not alien prisoners.

I'll wait for Tyranic and Trollpie to post, cos we need to sort out what we're doing here...

Did somebody say my name?
BTW I'm totally happy to start again. My characters were getting a bit boring.

Sure thing...

... now just for Tyranic...

... I actually liked your character...

I could do them again. I had a plot for Garza and Cortez but I never got round to it.

I'm up to start again aswell

I leave it to the GM.

I'd like to start over.

dude even if i diddnt want to start again (which I do with the new Terrance Blackwood who you have all seen) you already have a majority, motion passed.

and I agree with reaper aside from Weyland Corp owning the world, that would be to cheesy for words, somewhere between mozzarella and stilton

Okay, we're starting again...

... do you think we should make a new thread?

Sounds like a good idea

Will do...

... everybody get characters ready and think of ideas until I get it up...

... not gonna be on today, and ain't got much time now...

Threads up...

Threads up...

I don't think I'll re-enter, sorry.

Me neither, too busy over at the basement.

The cat's basement a forum dedicated to purely roleplaying
http://darkspenthouse.punbb-hosting.com/index.php

I definitly will , just finding my char

Oh for feth sake...

... DAMN YOU DARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think I actually hate him now, stealing my favorite RP's and RPer's...

Now now kias, he didn't do this. it's just easier to navigate over at the basement, and all of dakka's RPing might is distilled there in on a big creative cauldron.

I got into massive fight with darko when he accused me of powerplaying, I posted the orly owl and pointed at space hulk, where I admitted to power playing but also pointed out that everyone was.
then he flipped out and called me some unflattering names (pathetic, being the most mundane) and banned me until november.

hopefully things have smoothed over though, I am not actually mad at him, just a bit disappointed and avoiding him for a while, takes me back to the school days 'never be your friend again' stuff that happened quite frequently and took a while to settle down....

This game appears to have successfully started up again in a new thread so we can lock this one.

If you have issues with people/other sites then you're better off discussing it with the relevant concerned parties than dragging things up elsewhere.