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

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

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

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

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

“No, no, of course not sir.”

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

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

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

“No! Dear God, no, no, no-“

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

“Soon it shall all begin.”

Hey guys, and welcome to this AVP roleplay!

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

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

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

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

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

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

... nice work...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bad, reaper, very, very bad...

... no investigating Weyland Corp. vans!

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

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

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

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

... just an idea...

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

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

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

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

Thats true I suppose...

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

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

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

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

I will make an intro tonight or tomorrow.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

... now just for Warork...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uhh, lets call it Middtown...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

... nice post btw...

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

And of course Kaiser standard comes just below...

... along with silly standard...

wonder where ineptus standard comes along?

Meh, somewhere in your own little world...

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

Time does not grow on trees people...

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

*cracks whip*

alright alright...

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


expect a post in a bit.

Of course, your work should take priority...

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

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

RP done, just need to finish the punctation.

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

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

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

Scream?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam and Brian looked in the streets it was quiet and dead nothing in sight.
"Where's the pub?" Asked Brian.
"let's ask the locals." Replied Sam as they turned the corner they heard a scream echo. Sam and Brian rushed to the place and saw a women with 2 large holes through her chest. Sam lifted his head up and saw a puddle ripple.
"HE'S OVER THERE!" Yelled Sam they both stud up and ran round the corner but it was a dead-end something strange was going on here.

OOC: I really dont see why this city has to have such a wierd name but w/e...anyway...I'm pretty sure the city is in England, ninja, according to Shas...

I shall edit.

Done

WARORK93 wrote:OOC: I really dont see why this city has to have such a wierd name but w/e...anyway...I'm pretty sure the city is in England, ninja, according to Shas...

Yes, yes it is...

... and it nearly always sunny with a few clouds around...

Okay right then: Sign me up Shassy!

Make a character sheet then...

Catos is back? Oh my.....

So it may seem...

Oh dont start blood reaper, I was going through bitchy times and Im sorry for anyone I offended at the time.

(Okay im workin on it Shas'man)

Yeah.... well don't start it again it was bloody annoying.

Name: Will Stephenson
Appearance: Relatively tall, has black hair with red highlights, black shirt and black leather pants with a double slung belt. Has various goth/punk wrist accesories and wears black eyeliner
Backstory: Throughout his entire life, Will has been hated for being different. His parents would frequently beat him for the slightest offence and was always alone during his primary school years. Halfway through secondary school he realised he couldnt simply go through life alone, so for the first time in his life, and after many months of failed attempts, made two friends. The names of said friends were Ramona and Daniel. It gave Will the driving force to continue with life, after contemplating suicide many times. He has always been a rebel, resulting in at least 3 expultions from school. He has since evolved from the rank of Emo to the grand position of an honorable Punk. When he was 18 he was walking down a back alley with his friends, where he was ambushed by a gang of muggers. It was at this point that he realised his combat prowess and natural talent for protecting others. At the age of 19, his current age, he vowed to protect his family from any threat that might be out there. However, following the disappearance of his father, he has been extremely curious as to the reason. After all, his father was smart and would have only got lost if something bad had happened. But that would be unlikely too, his father was strong, it would have taken a whole team to bring him down, well beyond the skill of your adverage mugger. But this makes it sound as if the attack was planned, but thats impossible, right?
Quirks: His well known weaknesses are the Works of Shakespeare. Hamlet makes him cry every time.....

It had been a beautiful trap. The small beast never knew in the slightest what had befallen it before it was too late. though the ploy had been clever, it hadn't stretched Kanak's abilities, made him sweat, or even made him think about how he would pull it off in the slightest. He sat there in the shadowy darkness of the open lot over two smallskinless corpses. One was of an avian species the humans called a "pigeon" he had used that to attract the larger corpse though, a feline animal that the humans often kept as pets. Kanak had studied their habits, they werecurious creatures, often more alert than their human masters, this one, however, had been baited rather easily by kanak. the action had been a simple survival device, something to get sustenance, like breathing or walking or climbing, an action he could preform almost involuntarily with no thought at all...how to live and do it quietly.

It was quite simple really, he had found the nearest bird amonst the rooftops of the city,he had set the attatchment to his plasma caster to its net launcher function, tightened thenet spread for small game and had captured the little vermin with but a thought, it was then just a small matter of snapping its wing and tossing it into an alley where Kanak sense small life forms rummaging about the human's refuse containers. It was disgusting how much the humans wasted. Kanak had seen whole swathes of land dedicated to their waste, it sickened him. It mattered no though, the black feline had taken the flopping bait that fluttered about listlessly, thinking it had gotten an easy meal. Now it was food for Kanak. He produced a small blade and cut the sinned corpses into bite sizedpieces, making sure to speratethe bones from the desirable muscles and fat, he sat there quietly and munched the meat of his own taking, careful to listen to the sounds around him. Twice while he was enjoying his meal he thought he would have to hurredly reattach his mask andscurry away so as not to be found but the first time had been only but a rat that had lost its footing on a window sill and the second startle had just been a passing juvenile human on a two wheeled vehicle. Soon the meal wasw done and Kanak replaced his mask and stood up, taking the bones and tossing them in the refuse. the good thing about the wasteul humans is that they didn't care what went into the containers, some workers came along every week or so and dumped them into one vehicle then drove it to the wasteland and dumped it there without even looking...

Kanak was quite capable of scaling his way back to the congested roof tops and leaping across them with the agility not seen in most of earth's animals. His people were naturally strong and quik and he knew he was one of his species' best warriors. travelling along the rooftops like this was nigh impossible for most humans, for Kanak it had become something akin to taking a stroll down the sidewalk, yet another thing he didn't even need to think about. As he went over the roofs of several buildings ranging in various sizes and leapt to and fro in his cloaked state, he eventually came to the top of a large office and across the street from it loomed a huge tower constructed from black steel, a curious human insigia was emblazoned on the side. Kanak had seen the symbol before in different parts of the world, he assumed the humans of that clan must have had much power to have tribes all over the earth. Below him several black vehicles were parking along the side of the building, Kanak watched with interest and curiosity as several armed humans, all covered in black armorand wielding dark weapons, secured a perimeter around the building. Kanak looked on wiht interest although he scoffed quietly in his throat with a chirp, the humans always looked about them left and right but they never bothered to look up. the only time Kanak ever saw one look up was if one had been looking at a cloud, and then not for very long. Didn't they realize that an enemy or a predator could come from any direction? It was no wonder that the average human only lived for less than a century...

As the men in black armorfanned out, Kanak began analyzing the situation through his mask, he switched to the mask's IR setting and his field of vision became dark blue and black with splotches of red and yellow which were in the shape of the men. He scanned the vehicles until he saw one which had just opned its back doors, two men in large plastic suits which covered their entire bodies stepped out, each carrying one side of a large case. Kanak quickly realized that all of the humans protection revolved around that case. He zoomed in on it and with but a flick of his clawed fingers, initialized a full scan of it before it dissapeared into the doorway, the mask gave him an HUD image of what was inside the case, it was oval in shape and was represented to be a life form. Kanak's pulse quickened as he recognized the object's general size and shape. More scanning revealed that the egg did not match up with any of the animals Kanak had on file for earth but it did match exactly to a life from he and every one of his species knew quite well...

A xenomorph egg, the ultimate predator, here on earth, for the first time in a decade or more, Kanak felt the thrill of adrenaline in his veins as he hopped away from the position andback towards his dwelling. His mind raced with the possibilities. There was never just one egg, his people had not seeded earth sesne he had been here or he would have noted it...no, there had to be a hive somewhere on this mudball and Kanak new what that meant...

open season...

He laughed to himself as he dissappeared into the darkness of the late night in the city...

“What do you think?” Detective Cross asked, examining the pictures of the man with the charred, burnt chest intensely.

“I don’t really know, Steve,” Miranda Levain replied, looking extremely confused, twirling her long brown hair with two fingers. “The wounds show extremely strong plasma burns, and the blast seemed to be strong enough to go straight through his entire body, suggesting that it was somehow aimed directly at his chest? That doesn’t make any sense. Do we even have that technology?”

“We don’t as far as I know,” Cross admitted, walking away and rubbing his chin, before turning back to Miranda. “The body was also skinned and tied up to a lampost upside down, and the sick bastard who did it also decapitated him first! What was in the handbag found at the scene?”

“Credit cards, cash, and a bus pass, which belongs to a woman, called Sarah Barrows…?”

“Well, whoever this Sarah Barrows is, we’ll need to bring her in to recount what happened at her mugging, and then we should look at the CCTV in the area around the murder.”

“You sure this is a murder?” Miranda asked accusingly.

“Look at the little evidence we have Miranda. A plasma blast was directed at this mans chest, nothing we know of could have done that, so I am pretty sure it’s a-“ Cross was cut off as his phone rang, so he answered it, and listened to the voice on the other side, before ending the call, and speaking again. “I’m afraid all of our plans will have to wait, we need to move, another body has been found.”

My Aliens can sing the words of Shakespeare, we'll bring you down with our Alien Siren calls!
IC:

Alpha watched the human prey, they where like simple cattle. Drugged up moronic teenagers would react to the simple move of a leaf, Beta and the Warriors set up positions in the corners of the ally way, making sure that they would 'blend' in with the metal. As Alpha dropped the bleeding Pigeon which made screeching noises he retreated allowing the stonners to wonder drunkenly down the ally way, the warriors pounced and knocked out their prey while Alpha finished off one trying to run. He nodded to Beta who with his retinue dragged the unconscious humans into the sewers while Alpha scaled the roof of a nearby pub and awaited for the prey;

Yes

Prey

Food

Hosts

Bring

them

more

now

Catos wrote:Name: Will Stephenson
Appearance: Relatively tall, has black hair with red highlights, black shirt and black leather pants with a double slung belt. Has various goth/punk wrist accesories and wears black eyeliner
Backstory: Throughout his entire life, Will has been hated for being different. His parents would frequently beat him for the slightest offence and was always alone during his primary school years. Halfway through secondary school he realised he couldnt simply go through life alone, so for the first time in his life, and after many months of failed attempts, made two friends. The names of said friends were Ramona and Daniel. It gave Will the driving force to continue with life, after contemplating suicide many times. He has always been a rebel, resulting in at least 3 expultions from school. He has since evolved from the rank of Emo to the grand position of an honorable Punk. When he was 18 he was walking down a back alley with his friends, where he was ambushed by a gang of muggers. It was at this point that he realised his combat prowess and natural talent for protecting others. At the age of 19, his current age, he vowed to protect his family from any threat that might be out there. However, following the disappearance of his father, he has been extremely curious as to the reason. After all, his father was smart and would have only got lost if something bad had happened. But that would be unlikely too, his father was strong, it would have taken a whole team to bring him down, well beyond the skill of your adverage mugger. But this makes it sound as if the attack was planned, but thats impossible, right?
Quirks: His well known weaknesses are the Works of Shakespeare. Hamlet makes him cry every time.....

You don't happen to be the author of 'My Immortal' would you?

Greater Prey

Host

Bring to us

Follow you

To Hive

Leave path



Omega watched the cloaked figure and hissed to another Drone, Alpha was making more and more orders for Hosts. He was tactically taking control from a weakened Queen, Omega snarled at this but did not disobey orders. He turned to another Drone and slammed his fist into its skull, killing it and spreading its blood. The other Drones dragged the cadaver back to the sewers, the Hunter would become the Hunted.

Mark peered off the top of hid roof, a BB gun clutched in his hands, the rifle lay beside him, ten rounds were arrayed near the bolt.
His dad had made him do his weekly ‘hit’ meaning to go onto the rooftops and shoot some animal. Mark believed this to be the absolute ultimate version of paranoia, not his fault his dad wanted him to get in on the ‘Family Business’ but this was a step too far, Mark did not want to disappoint his father though, and so he had grudgingly gone onto the flat roof and waited in the rain.
Several minutes passed, Mark took a few potshots at some pigeons with the air rifle, he was certain that the ‘weapon’ could kill the birds, the steel balls were known to penetrate human skulls at short range. But he really did not want to join, there was no other word for it’ the Mob. Even here in England. He really wanted to get into veterinary school, no chance of that with ‘Mr. Soprano’ as his dad. Mark pulled his MP3 form his pocket, stuck the mic in his ear and put on ‘fortunate son’ by CCR.
The irony of his selection was not lost on him.
He waited some more.
Presently, a scurrying could be just heard above the rain.
Finally.
Mark picked up the BB gun and sighted down the scope. The thing was probably some squirrel, and it was…getting closer.
Mark took another look, he could swear that it looked like the biggest bug in the world. It seemed to have some sort of stinger on a tail.
Scorpion.
‘some idiot let their scorpion out!’ was the thought in his head. He did NOT want to get stung, he sighted down the scope again and put the thing in his crosshairs.
TICK.
Just that sound announced a big mess.
The bug had been hit in the backplate, the thing had sprayed guts all over the rooftop. A clean hole was punched through, Mark may as well have shot it with a 44. The steel ball had blasted a crater in one end and out the other.
Mark got up and gingerly picked up the corpse.
He put in the nearest trash bag he could find and brought it down.
This would count. Hopefully.

ineptus astartes wrote: You don't happen to be the author of 'My Immortal' would you?

Yes. Yes I am XD.

You're...kidding, right?


(please tell me you're kidding)

"Is there even anyone here?" Felix asked Leon as they strode through the empty corridors. The sense of danger and foreboding was growing now, as if it sought to grab them and drag them further in to the building. The silence was unbearable.
"I think I saw a light on from outisde. Let's just keep our guard up for now. The bastards that murdered here before may come back." The four men readied their weapons and carried on, heading deeper in to the building. Jared Cortez was visibly shaking, while Baudelio looked around him as if he despised every inch of space in the entire building. Leon decided to head upstairs to search for the workers on the night shift.

Struggling to keep calm, the men stepped over the final step and on to the 17th floor. Everyone was trembling now, even cold Leon, and each step was an effort. Their minds were beginning to play tricks on them; every shadow seemed to hide twisted shapes, and every red mark was a bloodstain. Jared's fingers were literally itching for the trigger.
"Hello?" Felix called. "Anyone here?"
"Would you quieten down a bit?" Jared said through grating teeth. "This place feels wrong. I think we should go."
"Cabrón." cursed Garza. "You always were a dumbass, but this is cowardice." Immediately Felix knew that was a bad move. Jared's forehead creased with rage.
"Now why don't you quit with the horse crap and go-" Gunshots rang out and a muzzle flashed, the noise deafening. The fire continued for a full 5 seconds, dust flying and pieces of wall crumbling. Something red splashed against the wall.
Once the noise abaited and the dust cleared, four men were still standing in the corner of the room. The tatters of a plastic bin lay in the corner, bits of food and blackcurrant juice splattered behind it. Cortez was panting, eyes wide, his gun still directed at the bin.
"I thought I saw it move. I-"
"Pendujo!" yelled Garza. "Puñetero! You just woke up the whole God damn city! What the hell is-"
"Enough." spoke Felix. Garza let out a string of Spanish curses before turning his attention to Felix.
"If this donkey-cave has just compromised our entire mission-"
"It was already compromised." Felix spoke calmly. He now knew what had been bugging him, that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Garza interjected again with yet more curses.
"ENOUGH!" Felix yelled the word, loud enough that Garza jumped. "Shut up for one moment and think. We've checked nearly 20 floors now and we haven't seen a single person. There wasn't even anyone at the front door to give us orders." He paused to let them think this over. "All the doors were unlocked. The car park was empty. Jared just blasted a wall to pieces, smashed a window and made a lot of smoke yet no alarms have gone off." Cortez spoke next.
"What are you saying?"
"What did you hear, just a moment ago before you opened fire?" No one answered. Felix continued. "A clicking. It was unmistakeable." Leon saw his meaning and tried to open the door to the stairway. It wouldn't budge. "The doors locked. No average killer would have gone straight to the control room and just happen to know the passwords to lock every door in the building. No average killer would want four heavily armed mercenaries in the same building as him." The silence was so complete that it seemed to swallow them, trapping them. Complete silence... except a scuttling somewhere in the distance, and the sound of a door closing. "Whatever we're dealing with, it's smart. I have a feeling it was what gave us the contract in the first place. It lured us here, and now we're trapped."

ineptus astartes wrote:You're...kidding, right?


(please tell me you're kidding)

Yes I'm kiddingXD! Gonna do an intro post soon.

Oka guys, good posts going on, but seeing as more players are beginning to go to the Weyland Corp. building I may have to do my first event there...

... and, Trollpie, I would just like to mention that thier main building which is the tall skyscraper has not been overrun, why don't we just say that you're in a Warehouse very close to it...

... or even better, be in the basement of the building...

... and I may also need to decide whether the battle your going to obviously have with an alien or two needs an event...

... tell ya what, if you're planning to kill the alien, I will need to do an event for it, fair enough? Seeing as it'll be the first encounter a human player has with an alien...

@Kais I'm not planning on killing a major alien, just meeting one. And the building I'm at is a small warehouse/regional headquarters.

TrollPie wrote:@Kais I'm not planning on killing a major alien, just meeting one. And the building I'm at is a small warehouse/regional headquarters.

"Good day to you, mister alien, and how are you this bright fall morning? would you care for a cup of tea?"

"Yes I would in fact enjoy one, since I'm quite tired."

ineptus astartes wrote:

TrollPie wrote:@Kais I'm not planning on killing a major alien, just meeting one. And the building I'm at is a small warehouse/regional headquarters.

"Good day to you, mister alien, and how are you this bright fall morning? would you care for a cup of tea?"

More like, "Toodle pip good sir. What are you doing here on this fine-HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST WHAT THE F*** IS THAT?!?! RUUUUUUN!!!!"

TrollPie wrote:@Kais I'm not planning on killing a major alien, just meeting one. And the building I'm at is a small warehouse/regional headquarters.

Okay, so don't kill it, and the building doesn't have 20 floors...

... and guys, I will be doing an event at Weyland Corp. so if any of you want to make an appearance there tell me and I'll set it up once we have it sorted...

... so thats an invite to all of you who could have a reason for going there...

... especially you Warork, I will need a Predator there...

... and speaking of a Predator, where is Lyzin?

IC: Will heaved himself off his bed in his rundown apartment block, Ramona in his bed beside him. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead before wandering groggily into his dressing room. Ramona smiled at him in her sleepy state and said,

"Today is morning wood day, and I'm holding you to our schedule."

"Okay Rammy, in a moment. Just please wait a bit longer." Will replied

"Come on Will, I've been waiting for hours! And don't call me Rammy, you know how much I hate it!"

"Yeah, and thats why I'm saying it. You know how funny it is when you freak out. You sound like a little kitten demanding lactose-free from a selfish milkman"

"Aww, I hate you!" Ramona slumped her head into her pillow and pulled the duvet around her, "You're so mean!"

"Yeah I know!" Will laughed. He threw his clothes on haphazardly and slouched down in front of the tv. He fingered the remote's "on" button and changed it to the news. The image of Cloud Citys signature news reporters flashed onto the screen, speaking in that cliched newscaster baritone:

"We have a breaking news story for you all now, the body of a dead man has been found strung on a lamp post in downtown Cloud City. Police are currently investigating the scene of the crime and are reluctant to reveal any information about the suspected murder.However they have revealed in an official statement that the body has been decapitated, skinned and has had its spine removed and seems to be the work of a trained proffesional. The man has yet to be identified but we expect to attain conformation on this seen. Police are baffled by this strange murder. Back to you Tom."

"Ha!, Its no big deal. gak like that happens all the time around here, probably some wasted pre-teens being idiots." Will said, attempting to rationalize the events. He was about to change the channel to his favourite program: Shakespeare with Stephen Fry, when the camera got a close up on the blood stains. There were large fleshy pieces still attached to the post where the man had been hung and the blood was attracting every fly for miles. The sight looked awful and this was just on the TV. He looked on in blind shock. He turned his head to Ramona and said in a voice more serious than he thought he was even capable of,

"Ramona, get your coat, gaks going down in Cloud City....."

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:

TrollPie wrote:@Kais I'm not planning on killing a major alien, just meeting one. And the building I'm at is a small warehouse/regional headquarters.

Okay, so don't kill it, and the building doesn't have 20 floors...

... and guys, I will be doing an event at Weyland Corp. so if any of you want to make an appearance there tell me and I'll set it up once we have it sorted...

... so thats an invite to all of you who could have a reason for going there...

... especially you Warork, I will need a Predator there...

... and speaking of a Predator, where is Lyzin?

Ok Kais, I'll do the scientist one.

OOC: Sorry if its not very good, its my first post in a while and I need to get used to it again. Give me a few posts and I'll be on good form (3

That stuff belongs in PM's Trolly...

... but I would say the scientist one, but he unintentionally lures in a Predator as well...

... and guys, what time do you think it should be?

And Trolly, so you're in the event?

Well tbh I think it should be reasonably early morning, say about 6am? That would mean it would make sense for my char to wake up now.

And I just want to make sure, has everybody read my post in purple? When I post something like that, it generally important to the plotline...

... Cross and Miranda will become some important NPC's...

The event should be some time after 4pm tommorrow, so I can conclude the warehouse expedition and everyone will be ready to post.
And yes, I will be in the event.

Alpha studied the humans, fear a sticking aura that hung like a black cloud around them. He could seance it, feel it. He hissed and moved on searching for more prey, glorious prey. Beta arrived and sat with him, they looked down on a group of Human Police officers searching for blood and DNA samples but only found strange acidic burns, Alpha turned to Beta and hissed loudly showing his displeasure;

Failure

You could have

Given us away

But I did no....

No.

Prepare,

Prey must be found, new prey

New Prey of greater strength

And without fear

Alpha smirked and sprinted off, watching the fear. Feeding off of it.

I'll appear to meet my newest employers.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:... especially you Warork, I will need a Predator there...

The only reason Kanak would be there would be to watch...if he is to face aliens it would preferably be in an area where no other humans are at the moment...but I RPed him heading towards his "dwelling" which will probably be a secluded building with no or almost no human traffic in the area...in other words, outside the city and town...

Sorry, I've been a little busy these past few days, I'll try and get my introduction up as soon as I can though.

WARORK93 wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:... especially you Warork, I will need a Predator there...

The only reason Kanak would be there would be to watch...if he is to face aliens it would preferably be in an area where no other humans are at the moment...but I RPed him heading towards his "dwelling" which will probably be a secluded building with no or almost no human traffic in the area...in other words, outside the city and town...

Thats a real shame, I would have wanted the first event to have Aliens and a Predator...

... oh well, I could just do aliens against humans...

... that means you could join in Alpha...

... but I wonder what post you will do Lyzin?

I await it eagerly...

... and I can do an event intro at Weyland Corp. as soon as we have players there...

... and you will be an essential part in it Trollpie...

My kill count=1 facehugger (thought it was a scorpion)

Ohhh, so it wasn't a scorpion...

no gak sherlock.

Yeah...

How about you be good boy, and post?



Joking, but it would be helpful to have more posts coming in...

I thought we were waiting for an event?

No, because Trollpie hasn't finished, and I don't know whos going to Weyland Corp. for the event...

Hunters jaws began to spit and slowly reform, it was incredibly painful and almost knocked him out cold. He snarled as his right arm increased in size and length as he drank the Queens royal jelly and his crown carapace grew, patterns begin to form and his teeth increase in size. Omega moves over to the Praetorian but is pushed away as Alpha's muscles spasm and ache;

Progress

Great

Progress

Find him

The Hunter

Hunter of

Heads

"We should head for the top floor," said Faber as they climbed a flight of stairs. "From our schematics, the override panel is on the top floor."
"Why is the override panel always in the most annoying place?" moaned Felix, but said no more of it.
As soon as they reached the 5th floor of the building the men knew everything was wrong. The door had been ripped of it's hinges, something dark and gloopy was seeping out from a crack in the wall and the air smelled absolutely foul. A low munching sound could be heard at the other end of the corridor, and an odd scuttling sound. As they approached the wall t the other end, two shapes became visible: a human foot, streaked with blood, and half of something dark and moving.
"Heh..hello?" asked Jared, his voice shaking.
The creature turned.
A tall face full of sharp teeth. Black eyes. Claws and tales and every menacing shape imaginable. Opening it's huge mouth, the thing let out a hiss and pounced.

All four men opened fire at once, bullets ricocheting of walls and tearing up chunks of wall. The creature was expecting it, and leaped upwards, digging its claws in to the ceiling and clambering towards them. Felix aimed 3 shots at it's head; it dodged two and the third bounced harmlessly of it's carapace.
"Damnit! Run!" Leon yelled the words as he let out a fresh volley of fire from his G36k. Garza was firing madly, doing little damage but keeping the beast suppressed. Cursing, he turned and bolted for the door, Cortez keeping it at bay with controlled bursts from his AA-12.
"The stairs! Head for the stairs!" Leon turned and fired several more shots from his G36 while the others leaped down the flight. They reached the bottom, ran down another hallway to the next flight of stairs and readied themeselves to return fire. Cortez yelled over them.
"D'you want me to create a shortcut?" he asked, reaching for the C4 charges strapped to his belt.
"Yes!" He didn't need to be told twice, and threw a charge down to the bottom of the flight. Ducking, he pulled the trigger. The ground shook and the stairs collapsed; the four men jumped down this hole on to the stairs leading down to the second floor. The creature was close behind them, but missed the hole; it overshot and collapsed against the wall beyond.
"Good work!" yelled Leon, but he knew it was only a delay. The beast would catch up soon. Felix shouted an order over a burst of gunfire from Garza's FAMAE.
"The door's locked!"
"The window! Try the window!" He fired a trio of shots in to the glass, which shattered. Tucking up, he jumped out and fell two stories in to the park. The impact jarred him and sent him sprawling. The other three landed around him, only Garza keeping his balance thanks to his experience roofrunning in the Rio favela. He turned instantly aiming at the window-and fell forward as a bullet thumped in to the vest on his back.
The other three found their feet and ducked for cover, seeing four policemen with their weapons ready.

"Stop! You are under arrest for homocide!" Felix was about to shout the dirtiest Russian he knew back at them when a black shape sprung out of the window. Four rifles fired madly, soon joined by four more guns. The beast evaded their shots easily, ducking behind a car and leaping up on to a fence. A police officer turned to face him, only to recieve a barbed tail to the intestines. It came out again, trailing blood, and the man collapsed to the floor. A second was ripped in half as he tried to run before the creature darted back in to the shadows, the air where it was a moment before peppered with gunfire. Garza was back on his feet now, dazed and wounded but still alive thanks to his body armour. Six weapons were firing now, chasing the beast as it ran along the walls of the building. A trail of gloopy, odd-coloured blood trailed behind it; it had been wounded. Angered, it leapt across the distance of the fence and landed on top of another police officer, destroying it's face. The others were shooting it, but it was moving fast. It pounced upon the final police officer and readied itself to feed. A loud screaming was heard, and several gunshots. Something splattered against the floor; blood. But not human blood. Shrieking, the beast turned, ran down the length of the car park and dragged itself down a manhole in to the sewers below. The police officer was lying on the floor, panting, his gun still raised.

"What..what the hell was that?" The police officer spoke for the first time. His voice was calm, even; it was a welcome break from Jared's sarcastic tones and Baudelio's harsh, gutteral speak. His name was Joe Pettry. He was a middle-sized man, with blue eyes and cropped blonde hair. He carried a a Heckler & Koch HK417 marksman rifle, used by British police forces by sharpshooters. Leon answered.
"We don't know. Why would we?"
"You would. You killed those people. I saw the photos. And now you come back to your favourite spot, heavily armed, and kill again. Bastards." He spat out the last word, distaste evident in his voice.
"Don't be a fool. We were running from that... thing. And we tried to kill it. That's why we came here. Weyland Corp hired us to catch a killer." The policeman frowned.
"You just gave me extremely incriminating evidence against Weyland. Why?"
"Isn't it obvious? We can't let you go reporting back to your police buddies about a monster in Weyland Corp and four wanted mercenaries."
The policeman's face contorted with horror as he grasped their meaning.
"But... but you can't. I won't say anything. I promise."
"Not good enough."
"Please. I'll do anything. I'll help you. I'll serve you. I'm a good shot, and you saw what I did to the creature. I know all the inner workings of the city. Please. Just... don't kill me." Leon smiled, and the four mercenaries huddled together for a quick debate. Five minutes later, they turned back around.
"Alright, Joe Pettry. You will serve us. Your first mission is to tell us all you know about Weyland Corp. I think we might pay them a visit."
And then they climbed in to the truck and drove off, back in to the city and the world of the sane.

Kanak had reached the countryside outside the city in the next few hours. A truck of similar model and design to the ones he saw continuously going in between city and country had ferried him unknowingly out of the townships outside and into the wide plains where the humans farmed animals and food. Kanak had to stifle a snicker or two as the driver continued to drive along the dirt roads, completely unaware of Kanak's presence. The human whistled to himself while in the truck bed, Kanak sat behind cages full of small avian creatures which nervously fluttered every time the vehicle hit a pothole...

Soon, it was time for Kanak's ride to be over. He didn't harm the driver, didn't even let the man know of his presence, he was unarmed and was no threat, there was no reason to kill him and there was no honor in such a trophy. Kanak lithely jumped from the back of the truck and rolled to a stop, quickly scanning his surroundings before leaping off the empty road and watching the truck leave him in the dust. There wasn't a lot of cover but Kanak's cloaking device ensured that he was not seen by the few humans in the area...

Finally, Kanak made it to his dwelling, a crumbling farmstead which had been abandoned by humans but was still serviceable as a shelter was where he resided. Kanak entered the huge barn and scanned the roomy building for threats, but finding none, he set his cloaking device off and secured the doors. Now alone, Kanak stretched his limbs and walked back into the interior of the building. Along one wall sat a huge shape that was covered with a large tarp. That was Kanak's ship, still in good shape after all these years and hidden here so he could use it if he needed a quick escape. The rest of the barn was bare of any evidence of Kanak's presence though, at least with an initial glance. Kanak went to the back of the barn and uncovered a trap door which was hidden by a bale of hay and opened it. A staircase led down to a roomy basement where Kanak turned on a series of lamps around the room to give it light.

The chamber was an altar to death. Skulls of every shape and size, spines of every length and thickness were suspended from the walls and ceiling. Humans, beast, xenos...many xenos skulls hung from the spigots of the walls...

Kanak moved to a table where all of his equipment and other such devices were layed, he took off his mask and placed it there, breathing the air gladly and stretching his mandibles. He shed his armor, his caster, and one of his wrist blades onto the table as well. After he did so, he looked to the far wall where he had placed his most valued trophies above the rest. The four skulls and spines made a diamond shape on the wall. The bottom three were of the Yautja that he had slain so long ago, but one was even older, one was huge and crested magnificently, it was definitely xenos but it was majestic and strong, this was no drone or even a warrior's skull...

It used to belong to a queen and now it belonged to Kanak....

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Many years earlier...

He and three other warrior hopefuls had come here...into the darkness...to try to claim the ultimate prize and claim their place as the most revered warriors in the galaxy...a Yautja elite...

And now, all that remained was Kanak...

The first had been taken by a trap set by the xenos...he had rushed headlong into it and had paid with his life...

The second had made the mistake of underestimating his opponent, a xenos warrior had decapitated him from behind as he gloated over the kill of another...

The third had been killed just a minute ago in a struggle against the queens praetorian guard of which Kanak had been the only survivor...

Kanak had set all three of their self destruct devices to go off at once after he had left this place...if he left this place. All four hunters had come to this planet, an ancient orb of jungles and lost ruins, where a hive had been planted and allowed to spread, and all had come to claim a prize, a deadly, dangerous prize...and now only Kanak had a chance to claim it.

He stood, bleeding from many cuts his phosphorescent green blood, he stood beaten and bloodied but unbowed. All around him lay dead xenos warriors and praetorian guards. All had either died by his own hand or by the one that now lay prostrate at his feet. He had been impaled through the chest by a thick tail and now lay in a puddle of his own glowing blood. Kanak could smell the heavy musk of the queen in the chamber beyond and could hear her roars echoing off the walls. He knew there was no way to sneak up on her now...but how could he gain the upper hand?

As he looked at the bodies of the praetorians he suddenly got an idea...the chamber beyond was dark...the queen probably wouldn't be able to see him but she should be able to smell him...he kneeled down to the guard xenos and with his blades opened up its ribcage and hauled the alien into the air over its head, thick green blood spilled over his arms, head, and torso. It burned like fire and sizzled all over his body but his skin was resistant to it. The blood hurt him but pain was its only effect. He grabbed some of the alien's innards and smeared them over his legs as well. He winced and hissed as he went, the procedure was extremely painful but in the end he smelled himself and couldn't smell anything but the xenos musk. With a deep breath, he entered the chamber...

All around on the floor were eggs of the xenomorph's kind. A few drones were here and there scuttling back and forth but they actually receded away from him. Kanak was filled with relief, they thought he was a praetorian. He spied the massive beast at the end of the chamber that was the queen, it roared and groaned as it went about its birthing process and the drones carried away its eggs. Kanak held his breath as he strode up to the queen and looked up at it in the darkness...

It lowered its head and smelled him gruffly...it paused...and then looked away seeming not to take interest...

Its guard was down, Kanak knew now was the moment to strike, he focused on its exposed neck and extended his blades...With a leap he plunged them into the xenos queen's neck and pulled them apart with a loud squelch. For her own part the xenos queen screamed and tried to swat him away but to no avail as Kanak dug into its neck and with a might roar and a heave, lifted the Queens head and spine dripping from its body. The xenos in the chamber screamed and fled, not knowing what was going on as Kanak held the trophy above himself and shouted in joy and triumph, he was mighty, he was honored, and he was alive to claim both titles.

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Kanak shook the memory away as he ascended into the hay filled loft and sat himself on one of the bales, closing his eyes to meditate and rest. His thoughts turned to the egg he had spied and he nodded thinking about the hunts ahead of him. He was not worried about intruders because he had long since set up a system of motion detectors in a wide radius around the farmstead. If a living thing entered the motion detectors radius he would know about it after his wrist console gave him a slight jolt, he could rest easy knowing he would not be disturbed without his knowledge...

And so slept Kanak...the head hunter...

Sam heard a strand hiss come from a drain he looked down it but seen nothing.
"Could have been a rat." Brian said.
"Must have been a big f**king rat then!" Sam said and let a laugh out at the end of it. They both turned around and walked back around the corner but the body was missing just gone and no trails of blood.
"Sam where did it go?" Asked Brian panting in fear.
"Good question." Replied Sam as the sweat dripped down he's forehead. The police pulled up
"What happened here?" Asked the Female officer.
"Well we found a dead body but its gone now." Replied Brian the female officer gasped.
"Has this happened before?" Asked Sam
"Yes other these couple of weeks and we only find limbs and bones afterwards." Replied The officer.
Sam and Brian looked at each-other as he bone chilling shiver creped down their spines. Sam nodded at Brian
"Can we come to your station please?" Asked Sam
"Yer get in." She replied.

Alpha and a large group of Warriors and Beta looked down on the farm, Alpha raised his right arm and ordered his servants to move around it. He smirked and snarled, Alpha moved forward with Beat behind him and stood up on his hind legs while his Warriors preferred a more feral stance. Alpha roared in ordered to awaken the hunter along with his Warriors who did simultaneously, he communicated with the great Hunter within the barn;

You

are

a

Hunter

You seek

Prey

You seek

The Serpents

We have come

Prove

Your self


The Warriors charged towards the barn snarling and screeching.....

well, blood just said goodbye to his NPCs....

My evil plan goes unnoticed

(Before you claim bullgak at this post, note that Mark’s dad was the Don of New Jersey before he moved to england)

Mark sat at his computer. His father had gone out, it seemed, leaving his car and motorcycle here. The message left was ‘gone for three days on business’

Typical.

Mark had just woke up, the Light blue of the early morning and the fog off the Atlantic shrouded the world as Mark stepped into the compound.
The boy looked at the motorbike, he ha left the NVGs that he was supposed to use for is ‘hits’ in the case under the seat.
Lifting it up, Mark felt the bottom of the compartment shift.
Huh?
Mark dubiously lifted the bottom and removed the contents.
They were a small metal box, a wallet, and a long-ish thing carrying case like the ones that Mark used for his LOTR fantasy battle gaming minis.
Mark looked both ways and picked them up.

O.o.O

Several minutes later, Mark stood in front of the kitchen table with the three items arrayed in front of him.
The wallet was the firs to be opened. Mark had put on some rubber gloves, because knowing his dad, the wallet might contain a severed finger or some other trophy.
Mark stared at the containers.
Four shotgun shells had been fitted into the hollow wallet, along with a very small nambu pistol and a single extra magazine.
“I don’t even…” muttered Mark.

He elected not to open the other cases, jut in case. But he was a guy, and he liked guns…
Mark stuck the Nambu in his pocket along with the reloads and got on his bike.
Time for a trip into the countryside, there was this neat farmhouse Mark had seen, a bit old and crumbling but it would be a cool place to spend the day.
Mark packed a few lunches and a few granola-bars for the fifteen minute bike out there along with a mini cooler and some drinks (nonalcoholic of course) got on his bike and opened the gate.
As an afterthought, he grabbed the packages and stuffed them in the bag as well, the barn would be a nice place to look at them.
(Lo, three PCs gathered at WARORK’s house. I expect Mark will arrive in the middle of the battle.)

We need to wait for WARORK anyways.

I know, just wanted to get a post. t is ever so funny posting a guy in his fist firefight with no clue on how to operate his guns.

Yeah and fighting 30+ Xenomorphs isn't going to end well, plus Facehuggers. You'll make a perfect host ineptus.

(IIRC, it was only about 6 xenomorphs.)

I would expect all of the huggers and half of the 'morphs to be dead by the time Mark gets there also.



Mark's new toy

"Baby" Nambu (Japanese imperial army type 14)

(WWII surplus)



specifications:


Cartridge 8x22mm Nambu,7x20mm Nambu
Caliber 8 mm
Action recoil-spring
Muzzle velocity 950 ft/s (289.6 m/s)
Effective range 50 m
Feed system 8 round box magazine

Ahh crap! I want in on this!

I need all the help I can get.

I will be lucky if Mr. Kanak leaves my head connected to my body.

I would help but I'm on the other-side of the town.

Your all making this so easy....

I'll go down fighting.

Against a Facehugger he he he

not really, if I wear a helmet...

besides, Like I said, Predators tend to dispatch huggers first and then kill the morphs, the chances of me arriving and finding most of the aliens dead are about 100/100.

Of corse.

I'll use a grenade and take all the F**kers with me.

Humans

Bravado

Will not

Save

You

Submit

Spare

Yourselves

To us

Become greater

I am

Alpha

You will die!!!!

(OOC) I'm telepathically talking to all of you

No

You will

This place

Is not the first

They

Thought they could

Stop us

They failed

We will consume everything

Nothing will stop us

You are food

Hosts

Prey

We will not fail

This world will be consumed in eternal shadow

Hunter or no Hunter

Shadow will consume it

When are aliens telepathic with other species?

I just had a image of Mark taking the "LCK road."


any of you know what I mean?

not a clue.

Alpha is a Praetorian and was experimented on, his intelligence is greater than others and has the ability to communicate with other species basically through its hive-mind.

WARORK knows.

It is little 'inside joke' from the basement, if you recall the zombie RP?

in ref to Lord Commisar Klimono's character.

17 years previously
The long corridor was white and had the sterile effect that hospitals have, but it was not silent, a single recurring giggle could be heard, it was high pitched and its sound grates on the ears, every time the giggle stopped a slight hissing sound could be heard but almost immediatly the giggle would start again. At each end of the corridor was a door, they were identical, white with a view slot at eye level that could be opened and closed. Every 10 metres, exactly 10 metres, on each side of the corridor there was anouther one of these identical doors, and there were 10 doors on each side. The giggling intensifies, grows louder, gets closer. The door at one end of the hall opens with a soft click and a faint whirring sound and now footsteps can be heard abouve the giggling. The steps are soft from slippered feet and made a faint padding sound. The giggling continued and now its source was visible, a pair of men were walking down the corridor with a teenage boy between them, he was in a white straightjacket and he had white hospital pants on, his mid length black hair fell over his eyes but one could still see the icy blue irises and slightly bloodshot look they had about them, the giggling sound was coming from his mouth. It would rise from a low sound and get louder and louder, slowly building to a crescendo, but before it would get there the teenager would stop for breath and then start again, giggling in the softer tones.

The men were heddles of the giggling, indeed the teenagers feet were dragging along the ground on the tips of his heels, the teenagers face pointing the way they had come with an arm from each of the men under his arms, hauling him along. The three figures walked nearly to the end of the corridor but stopped about 3 doors from the end. One of the men took out a key, only one key, and slipped it into the lock. The key clicked softly, and then the door slid open with anouther whirring sound. The men gently set the teenager in the corner of the room it was white, and padded. Then they took his straight jacket off him leaving him in a thin hospital shirt, as always, white. They turned and left the room, locking it behind them.

Abruptly the giggling stopped.

Three days later The teenager was released from the Henry Bennet center into his fathers care.

Three days after that
The teenager walked through the hallways of his fathers rather large house, in his fingers was held the smallest of objects it was a coin, on each face however it had a truly strange shape, on one face were the crossed horns of a devil, on the other the wings of an angel. This coin was flicked over the knuckles of the teenager, tap, tap, tap, reverse, tap, tap, tap. Each turn of the coin on the fingers of the boys right hand showed the next face of the coin, and in time with the coins turning in a low monotone the teenager repeated himsef.
"Naughty, nice, naughty, nice, naughty, nice"

His feet were bare, so the padding sound of his feet on the plush carpets beneath him were muffled slightly, his legs were covered by sweat pants and his shirt had a smile on it that had crosses for eyes and a downturned mouth. His hair was free to fall infront of his eyes however and the monotonous tone of his voice would send shivers down anyones spine. His feet paded on and then suddenly hey stopped, from behind his back he brought a butchers knife that was already stained with blood, and on closer inspection his shirt had light splatters of this blood across it.

His muttering abruptly stopped as he looked into the room, it was an office and it had bookshelves all around the room, the man in the desk was leaned over it scribbling away furiously, the teenager walked up behind the man and gently tapped him on the shoulder with his coin. The words that came out of his mouth would be chilling:
"You've been naughty father"
(More soon...)

Alpha snarled and ordered the Runners to move out, they were small and fast but not as strong or as smart as he was. They were stupid feral creatures even with the Hive-Minds guidance, Alpha roared again summoning his Warriors to begin their attack on the barn;

Bring him, we need him

black templar wrote:not a clue.

Nevermind, Tyranic Marta is already on it.

'Jason Blythe' was a PC by LCK that went insane and murdered everyone he spoke to during a zombie apocalypse. he saw himself as the 'survivor'


he got his throat torn out by the undead.

This guy is gonna be so creepy my posts are gonna have you guys looking over your shoulders while you type

OOC: Okay I will post something related to that eventually today...what I need to know first is if this fight will be handled in an event or not?

this one already did.

good hehehe

IC: It seemed like only a few minutes had passed while Kanak slept. He was awoken by whispers in his mind telling him to prove himself and a slight shock to his wrist and jumped to his feet. He shook the screeching from his head, just a bad dream he thought. He looked down at his console to see that his motion detectors had gone off...He would usually suspect that nothing but a simple human or two had wandered near his camp but there were too many targets moving too fast for it to simply be some stumbling humans...

With lightning speed, Kanak went downstairs and equipped his equipment with a trained and skilled hand, grabbing all his weapons, armor, and his mask and quipping them all almost simultaneously. Kanak ran back into the barn and leapt up to the loft's second story window, looking out and scanning the trees in the distance. He zoomed into the images he was getting and flipped through them. Dark, sinuous shapes were moving along in cover, shapes and movements Kanak had long since known of. He briefly wondered if they knew where he was or not. No, he thought to himself, they were probably looking for food or hosts, they would make excellent additions to his trophy room...

Kanak leapt onto the roof and into the nearest tree to the barn, skipping along the branches until he was a bit closer...

The hunt was on he thought as he growled contentedly in his throat.

The Xenomorphs snarled and roared before speeding towards Karnak, the Predetor simply cuts them down and destroys them with it's blades but Alpha does not move he stands and roars;

You

Hunter

Come

Follow me

I am not prey

I am no foes

Mark rode his bike over the road, the fields all around him were a nice contrast to thee early morning light.
A crunch, a flip, and a crash and Mark was lying facedown, sinking in the watery ditch, covered in freezing mud, in early winter.
“What the hell?” he wondered aloud and grabbed the slimy sides of the ditch, pulling himself over the dead logs an scum like a leviathan of the deep arising form the depths.
He looked over to his bike, it had hit the cement road, tire first and had snapped the chain, a sticky substance covered the front wheel, Dragging his gaze some ten feet to the right and down the road, Mark stared, it was the same type of bug that he had shot on the roof, with a big hole in it, the blood had melted the tires even.
Mark was an expert in biology, no creature on earth had acid blood like that.
Mark heard a slithering, his head spun around and gazed down the trench in which he was waist deep. One of the bugs was propelling itself across the scummy water, it’s large tail was working furiously.
Mark panicked, he grabbed het pistol in his pocket, flipped off the safety and aimed, praying that the muck had not jammed the weapon.
The Nambu fired once, the creature continued as the round slashed off the age and mud at the side of the ditch. The weapon fired again, this time catching the bug in the tail, it curled up and tried to jump, it began to sink, Mark fired again, the bug exploded, sending it’s guts everywhere.
Mark crawled out of the trench and ran for the barn, grabbing his pack as he ran.
About one hundred meters away, a slime-covered Mark, muddy and looking more like an animal than a human tripped in the hay field and looked at the barn again.
It was surrounded by dozens of shapes, one of them was running amok and butchering the others, Mark did not yet know that he was invisible to Kanak’s heat sensors because of the freezing mud and icy water that covered him.

Without hesitation Mark pulled the long package out of the bag, a fully loaded S&W ‘sniper’ revolver and a small ‘bangstick’ a metal pole with a shotgun shell on the end were inside, his dad was evidently running these weapons to a client.
Mark looked down the scope on the revolver and sighted the first creature’s chest, it was advancing on the massive man, who was blasting the creatures with some sort of laser gun.
Mark pulled the trigger, sending a round flying, the heavy bullet impacted off of the creature’s shoulder, blowing the arm clean off.
Mark just closed his eyes and fired into the melee until the gun was empty, eh then flung it as hard as he could, it landed in the ditch and sunk with a gloop.
Mark just crawled away into the cornfields.

Beta grabbed Mark by the shoulder and screamed, before reveling it's secondary mouth. Mark dodged the attack slightly but Runner Xenomorphs moved in behind him and snarled at the human surrounding him, Beta roared and charged...

The Xenomorphs do not kill Mark, they drag the human down a sewer hatch and towards the hive where he is cocconed and left to rot...

And then mark went on a rampage because the forgot to take his lightsaber, he killed the queen, had his way with alpha, took over the world and is now supreme grand overlord.

(Im going to leave the patricide of Ludias's father to the imagination for the moment, I may put it in a flashback later however, additionally Im going to ignore how he got out of the country, I cant be bothered thinking of something for the moment)

5 years ago

Ludias was standing at the head of the room, it was a large room, and had been built underground so there was a solid stench of dirt and decaying matter throughout everything. Ludias was looking down from the raised pulpit at the head of the room down on the nearly 200 hundred men and women sitting in the pews. Each member was wearing formal clothes, suits, mainly with a few formal dresses on some women.

Ludias raised his right hand, the gloved hand bringing the room to silence, on his right was a stone altar, perhaps thee feet long and two wide and on it was a cup, it was similar to a goblet except that it appeared to have three separate goblets in its construction all wound towgether adn the shape the boweled portion made was similar to a clover. The cup was brimming with a thick red liquid which shimmered in the light. The room was lit by several chandeleirs, which even in this modern age had candles in thier sockets.

Ludias held his hand up briefly before lowering it and then raising it agan, this time having picked up the crimson covered book before him. It was about 8" high and 6" wide, the cover had the image of the three circles identical to the shape that the goblet made with its three chambers. Ludias's voice spoke in a low quiet tone that nonetheless filled the room.
"We are gathered here today, to remember the lives of the fallen, those who died for our cause, those who died doing what was right, rather than what was easy. And we also remember the families of the fallen, and their sacrifice for our betterment. We thank them in the name of Laevus levus diabolus, the left hand, the fallen one. We thank them for thier sacrifice and for thier continued support. Come let us honor them."

As one the company of people stood slowly and respectfully and made their way forwards to the altar. Each person held a small wooden goblet in thier hand. The first member of the company dipped his goblet into the larger vessel on the altar, and brought it up. Holding it forwards to the statue at the end of the room, of a man with a pair of wings, one tattered and bloody, the other whole and pure. The man of the company spoke in a strong voice that echoed through the room.
"I salute you Lauevus levus diabolus and ask for your blessing"
Ludias took his cue and had by now come down from the pulpit and was standing next to the man. He dipped his finger into the goblet and carefully drew the familiar three circles on the man's forhead
"The blessing has been given, go now in peace"
"In peace I shall depart"
The man walked back to his seat, still holding the goblet with the crimson liquid. Each member of the company repeated this, and Ludias repeated the blessing for each member. The goblet ended up almost completely empty and Ludias had to scrape the bottom to fill his own goblet with the crimson liquid.

He made his way back to the pultpit, the company before him waiting patiently.
"Let us honor our patron"
Ludias raises the goblet to his lips and begins to drink the metallic taasting liquid. Before him the entire company also raises the goblets to lips and began to drink.

present day
Ludias was leaning on the railing of the staircase, below him he could see a man wearing a pair of slacks and a starcehd white shirt. Ludias licked his lips as his trademark coin flicked over his fingers, tap, tap, tap. That shirt's colour would change soon. His right hand still gloved in its white garment was fingering his necklace, the small pendant, a circle with three circles inside was resting just beneath the collar of his shirt. He smiled carefull and made his way down the stairs, his quarry was leaning against the bottom of said stairs and was looking towards the entranceway, waiting for someone, possibly for him.

Ludias came up silently behind the man and made himself known
"Jonathan, it is good to see you again. It has been far, far to long." The monotone of Ludias' voice betrayed no emotion whatsoever and was completely personless. However this lack of individuality was what made him so noticeable, no one in their right mind could be that calm, no one. But then again, Ludias never really had been in his right mind had he?

The man turned around a look of disgust on his features
"Storm, I cant say I'm pleased to see you, lets get this over and done with."
Ludias made a fist with his gloved hand, leaving his index finger out pointing it towards the roof and shaking it slowly from side to side. Always careful to kep the fingers of his left hand balanced with the coin.
"Now now, that is no way to treat an old... friend, is it?"
"You are no firend of mine Storm"
Despite Ludias's complete calmness, or perhaps because of it, the mans face was becoming redder and redder with every second, coloring from suppressed rage. Ludias looked around calmly before gripping the mans upper arm with his gloved hand and walking him up the stairs. His voice rose a couple of regesters and it was now sickeningly sweet
"You always knew how to make a scene Jonathan, I hope for your sake that no one saw who you were, you arnt liked in these parts... and lets be honest, no one is going to miss you if something did happen..."
The man visibly bristled,
"Are you threatening me Storm?"
Ludias released the mans arm, they were now outside a door, solid wood facade, but it had a granite interior, and if one was to ever see the middle of that door, they would possibly faint at the carvings. It was however well balanced so when Ludias pushed it open it swung easily.
"Not threatening you no, meerly stating facts" His voice had dropped back down to its monotone, "Now get in the room"
Jonathan walked stiff backed into the room, looking around, it was a simple room, a table and two chairs with some blacked out windows, what he failed to notice was the faint camber of the room sloping down to a sluice in the corner. Ludias motioned him to the table and Jonathan sat down. From nowhere in particular Ludias drew out a thin book, its crimson binding worn but still very much servicable.
"Do you know what this book is Jonathan?"
The man visibly baulked at the sight of the book
"You get that thing away from me, I want nothing to do with you and your cult"
Ludias's face split into a true smile for the first time since he started talking to the man.
"Oh but you have no choice Jonathan."
The man got up and sprinted to the door, scrabbling against it but realised that there was no handle, he was trapped. He turned with frightened eyes to look at Ludias who was standing next to the other chair, back to the door. The fant tapping of Ludias's coin could still be heard as it flitted over his knuckles.

"I cannot help you Jonathan, after all it was not me who killed those little girls was it?"
"Liar"
"No i speak the truth, it was you my friend, along time ago, I'm sure you remember"
"You made me kill them Ludias, dont try to deny it."
Ludias chuckled, the sound somehow did not have any real meaning in it, it was simply a reflex.
"Oh I deny it, I simply told ou that they were an obstacle to our goals, you did, all. The. Work."
The last three words were spoken with a slight amount of force.
"Now come, sit down."
Inexplicably Jonathan did, he walked over to the chair and even though he knew it would be the last thing he ever did he sat down. His mouth was working furiously but no sound came out. Ludias walked over to him and brought a lighter out of a pocket, setting the book down on the table, careful as always to keep up the hypnotic beat of the coin. There was something about the coin that made people more... malleable, letting his natural charisma work wonders on them.

He set the lighter down on the table and then drew a knife, its 8" blade was curved in reflex, the blade on the inside of the curve and its edge was extremely sharp, and curved to fit the shape of a human neck. He lit the lighter and set it on the table where it burned brightly with an extremely hot flame. Next he took his necklace off, one handed as his left hand was still occupied with keeping the coin tipping over and over, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

He held the necklace above the lighter, letting the pendant hang in the flames, it slowly heated up and when it was red he held it in his hand, his glove was made from a material that escaped his mind at that time but was almost immune to the heat, so far it had served him well. He took the symbol and pressed it into Jonathan's forehead. The man's scream never came, only the sizzling sound and smell of burnt flesh and the hypnotic tapping of his coin. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

When the coin cooled he removed it from Jonathan's forehead and placed it on the table, now there was a brand on the mans skin, the outer circle and three inner circles clearly visible on the mans flesh. Ludias opened the book on the table and using a silk bookmark opened it to the page he required. Speaking in latin bt reading a text that was anything but he began to speak.

"Laevus levus diabolus rector vos quod indulgeo vos pro vestri sins , tamen vel suus bona cannot servo vos ex eternus incendia , vobis have sinned quod ut vestri somes volvit ut pulvis vestri animus vadum exsisto aduro in incendia of purgatory , vestri cruor mos vomica quod vestri mens vadum exuro in eternus flamma. EGO beatus vos iterum per typicus nostri patronus laevus levus of diabolus pro vestri somes est perussi per incendia , invado pacis"

His voice kept a monotone the entire time and in his mind the words swirled in English

The left hand of Satan guides you and forgives you for your sins, but even his blessing cannot save you from the eternal fire, for you have sinned and as your body turns to dust your soul shall be singed in the fires of purgatory, your blood will boil and your mind shall burn in eternal flame. I bless you once more with the symbol of our patron the left hand of Satan before your body is consume by fire, go in peace.

He closed the book and by now Jonathan's eyes had become blank, they were very much aware but they had accepted something deep in his soul.

Ludias gently closed the man's eyes with two fingers before walking around behind him, taking the knife with him as he went. The coins repeditive tapping was steady along with his hands. This was not new to Ludias, not one bit. His gloved hand set the blade to Jonathans neck and with a final muttered blessing he slowly and carefully dragged the blade acroos the skin. If the blade had been any duller then no mark would have been made so gentle was he. As it was a hairline cut appeared in Jonathans skin, so thin that the blood that flowed from it was only a trickle, but soon it rose to a greater stream. And then a flood, it flowed down the mans neck, himself still unprotesting and onto the floor where it trickled down in small rivulets to the sluice in the floor.

Ludias packed up his items, there was no blood on the blade so careful had his inscision been. So he had no need to clean it. Finally the tqapping of his coin stopped and Jonathan snapped back to himself clawing desperatly at his throat even as his body began to wilt in his chair. Ludias tapped three times on the door and it was opened from the outside, Ludias walked calmly out and the man on the other side looked at him with blank eyes.
"Is it done?"
"It is done, thanks be to Laevus levus diabolus"
"Thanks be to the left hand of Satan"

The Aliens dumped the unconscious Mark near a small lake, Alpha had ordered that he be 'removed' from the situation.

hold it!

I thought we were letting WARORK handle what happened after Mark was ambushed.

No, I never agreed to that. You can do what you want now, but the Xenomorphs won't be as nice this time.

Retreat

Now

Draw them

To us

Leave the

Strays

We have what

We need

I command it

Alpha and his Xenomorphs began to retreat, fleeing the area leaving Runners to ambush intruders. They quickly enter several sewer pipes and return to the hive...

noone has a comment about my character? :(

we ae too busy arguing

Although, I first thought he worshipped khorne and it was going to be PL all over again.

nope

I'm trying to stop it and draw people to the hive to 'talk' with Alpha.

OOC: Aight people...cool your jets...I got this...

IC: Kanak hopped down from the trees around the barn and was immediately set upon by xenos on all sides. They came for him with claws and sinuous tails and he growled as he braced himself, his blades extended already. He whirled on his heels with his arms outstretched and flexed...claws and hands were lopped off. More strikes came in, the xenos attacking like the animals they were. Kanak's body moved out of the way of the attacks with an ease that betrayed his trained and experienced nature. Wherever there was a strike, Kanak moved around it and drove his blades into the midsections or necks of the xenos. Many fell at his feet, one at a time, dripping pools of green burning blood on the ground and over his arms and wrists...

Kanak loved the action after so long without encountering the xenos, and on earth of all places! With another swipe he thrust his blade and sliced one of the alien's tails off at the joint, it screamed and wheeled on him with its claws. His shoulder cannon whined as it built up and then fire a beam that blasted the xenos head apart like it was a melon. Half a dozen mixed warriors and drones lay at Kanak's feet and he hadn't broken a sweat. His arms burned as the green blood of the xenos sloughed off of them. Kanak circled himself and saw that the rest of the xenos were backing away and hissing at the same time. Kanak briefly wondered why this was until he saw the command organism in the back of the groups at the other end of the roaring at farmstead. It roared at its minions, commanding them to retreat...but why? Together they could probably run Kanak out of the area...so why didn't they press the advantage?

He was suddenly snapped out of his curiosity by the sound of a firearm's report. He swirled around, aiming his caster to see a bewildered human firing blindly and stupidly into a mass of xenos that came for him, the shots spewed ineffectually and the human ran for his life covered in mud and water. Kanak's head snapped this way and that making sure he was in no immediate danger and when he had surmised the coast was clear and that there were no other humans with at least a mile in all directions he sprinted for the thick cornfield where the human ran and was followed by a large warrior organism and its minions. As Kanak ran he ignited his cloaking device and began to disappear rather quickly right as his body entered the corn field. He slowed his pace down considerably and stalked through the stalks, swaying with the movement of the corn so as not to be detected. The sounds of struggle alerted him to the man's whereabouts and Kanak skulked along until he found a small clearing where the man lay prostrate and unconscious and the warrior organism stood over him with a dripping maw and inner jaw. It lifted a squirming face hugger towards the man and Kanak debated whether he would watch the scene or not. If he allowed the xenos to use the man as a host, he would not have to worry about the man's discovery getting out to other people. He decided to watch...

His decision was short lived, however, as he sensed a xenos face hugger creeping up behind him. The small being leapt with unerring speed and accuracy. Kanak had no choice, he was forced to whip out his wrist blades and cut the little thing apart midair with a skillful hand. The other crowded xenos were immediately alerted and hissed at him as his cloaking became undone. Kanak prepared himself for an assault but was instead greeted by the scene of all of the xenos disappearing back into the corn and running away from him. One warrior, however, grabbed the human and drug him towards a ditch, Kanak, angered by his lack of claimed trophies for this battle growled a challenge and leapt at the warrior. Its sly body attempted to slip into a roadway drain into the cramped sewer system of the country but Kanak was faster. He whipped out his Chakram disc and threw it with the grace of and Olympic discuss tosser, the blade spun and whirred until it met the back of the warriors neck and decapitated it and a spray of dull green blood. The body toppled over and the head went in another direction. The human was dropped unceremoniously...

Kanak caught the returning disc and stowed it, he then went to the xenos body and examined his trophy, he nodded and clicked his mandibles in contentment as he looked at it. It would be a fine addition. Kanak stowed the trophy and then went to the man's body but was stopped by a sudden loud buzzing in his head. He grabbed his domed skull and screeched in surprise and pain as it filtered violently through his skull. Soon it was over and Kanak shook his head of the staticky noise. He briefly wondered what in the name of the hunt it had been but he could have sworn he had heard a voice in his mind...

He looked to the retreating xenos and the large commander one, a praetorian of which Kanak had many skulls like it. It seemed to look right at him and it growled at him. Kanak could hear the thing's growl even though it was very far away, he then realized that the commander organism had spoken to him in his mind, telling him to come...with him? Kanak tilted his head, he was extremely confused, he had never encountered a xenos with the ability to speak into other creature's minds. The thought was astounding even for one so experienced as him...

The xenos disappeared, dragging all of their dead with them except for the one Kanak had decapitated. He kicked the warrior's body down into the sewer drain and then looked to the human...He briefly considered killing it but he could not bring himself to...it was helpless and wasn't even awake...finally he decided to drag the man into the street. Some other human would come and find him or run him over either one worked...

Kanak reignited his cloaking, quickly went back to the barn and threw the tarp off of his ship, it sat there majestic and angular. It was a custom ship, one that he got after he had become an elite. It was big enough to accommodate one Yautja comfortably on long treks and it was nimble and maneuverable enough to qualify as a fighter that could easily go toe to toe with anything that the humans had or even ships of his own species even...He opened the doors and jumped into the pilots seat, his fingers dancing over the panels and igniting the ship's thrusters. He then moved to the basement, moving as if he was under fire and loaded his equipment, weapons, and most importantly his trophies into the cargo compartment of the ship...

With one last look at his dwelling he took something from his belt and pressed the ignition run on it, he tossed it on the barn's floor as it began to whine and beep. With nothing else tying him to this place he hopped into his ship, activated its cloaking device that shielded it from both sight and all forms of radar and military detection, he throttled the ship into lift and powered it out of the barn, it just did make it past the huge doorways without breaking anything but that wouldn't matter for long...He turned his ship towards the city below him as behind him the barn and the farmstead went up in a large explosion that sent a mushroom cloud into the sky...

Kanak thought about the xenos message, where did it want him to go? Its hive? Why? To kill him? They could have just done that at the farm...Kanak had a feeling if the thing had the ability to speak to other beings then it must have been intelligent, much more so than its counterparts...in fact, in order to communicate in speech it had to have been more than just animalistically intelligent, it had to have been sentient...self aware...

Kanak thought about for a moment and a shiver ran down his spine, this was unheard of, a sentient xenomorph? His peers back in their motherships...the fools would have scoffed at such a notion but Kanak had seen it...heard it in his own mind, there was no other way...Kanak laughed to himself...glad once again of the road that had taken him to a self imposed exile on this planet...the life of a criminal was so much more exciting than the boorish existence as a petty clan lord...

Now to find a new dwelling...Kanak was thinking of places he could go in the actual city that would avoid detection...he grunted to himself as he thought of a place and altered course for it in the clouds above...what better way to hide than right under your prey's nose?

OOC: Bam! Everybody wins! Ineptus isn't hurt, is still in the same area, Blood's NPCs are whole and besides a few drones and warriors dying and the destruction of an abandoned farm, its like nothing happened...

Your welcome...

Ludias looked over the rail of the staircase, Jonathan had been his last task tht night and he was feeling slightly let down. The deaths, he felt, were unnesecary, the blood yes, the deaths... sometimes they were a little, stale. The fun was gone, everythign was far to sterile... He needed to have some fun. With that thought he descended the stairs slowly buttoning the front of his blazer leaving the handle to his 9 milimeter quite accessable, he had spoken truly when he had siad no one in the place appreciated Jonathan's presence, that did not mena that Storm was any more welcome. He may have at least half the district invloved in his cult but that diddnt matter at times, because the other half deeply resented his presence. Not that Ludias was dissapointed with this outlook, it simply gave his cult more victims. the police had long since stopped sending officers into his territory, inevitably the corpses turned up ensanguinated, the local cops refered to him as the devils vampire. A refence to his cult's Satanical roots and the bloodlessness of the corpses that turn up after his curiously sterile kills.

His black shoes tapped on the pavement of the street as he thought about that, he was the only member of his cult permitted to actually kill anouther human, Ludias was not stupid, he knew that letting his congregation shed blood would do more harm than good, additionally this central power focus had the benifit of centering the polices attention on him and him alone, no need for them to realise just how deep the rabbit warren goes...

His slicked back hair and indefferent manner along with his white glove were rather standout features in the district. Which was mostly populated by middle class businessmen and workers who leaned towards desk jobs. These people took cars and public transport to places and he was often the only person walking in a suit. This of course drew attention, but attention was something that Ludias never tired of. His eyes often caressed the necks of teenagers, wondering how thickly thier blood would pump as thier bodies silently accepted thier doom. He preferred not to kill women if he could avoid it. Women made a man feel bad about his work. For some reason the hypnotic affects of his coin did not extend to women and he was often forced to restraining them to take thier lifeblood.

He frowned distastefully at the thought. He did not take plasure in women. He did not see the need. Ludias was not homosexual, but he was not particularly interested in the fairer sex either. They had simply never appealed to him. His congregation often wondered why he never responded to the advances of the single (and sometimes married) women in his congregation. To him he simply felt no need to share his life with anyone other than himself. He had no friends, indeed he never felt the need for any. He was a singularly focused man. And that focus was the training of the men and women of his congregation to the killing of the scions of unorder.

He was wandering now down the main strip of the district, not a particularly impressive place and it was approaching the edge of town anyway, beyond his vision were only corn and hay fields. His mind slicked over the thought of those scions, lithe and agile with lethal claws and viscously barbed tails. He had seen thier tongues as well, only something from chaos could have something that deformed. Then he thought of the Left hand... his powrful attacks and equally agile movements, but sheer brutality, could only come from the deepest pits of hell itself.The thought of such a creature put him on edge and he had to blink a couple of times at what he was seeing, not entirely sure if what his mind had conjoured was correct. His hand slipepd into his blazer and gripped the handle of his gun, the skull shaped base of the magazine firm against the side of his hand.

Ludias watched in wonder as the very image of his cult attacked and struck down many of the scions of disorder and he srank into the shadows, releasing his weapon. His research had shown that unarmed these warriors would not attack humans and he wanted to keep it that way. His mind took in every morbid detail of the attatck, he could easily see the sihoette of the cloacked warrior as it sprinted through the tall grass. The scions were retreating and were in full flight as he watched, all bar one larger scion who seemed to be communicating with the Laevus levus diabolus. Ludias wondered briefly what such beings could have to communicate with each other but he disregarded the thought as the scion fled, he watched as the Laevus levus diabolus dragged a body onto the road. A few minutes later when the warrior had left, Ludias went to investigate... Excellent, the unconcious body would make either a good member of his congregation or a fantastic addition to the sanguine stocks beneath the building Ludias lived in.

Half an hour later Ludias was sitting across from the body, he thought of it as a body until it awoke, it kept things simple. Ludias began to wait. His coin already tapping over in his fingers.

(I would like to point out that at this point in time I have no interest in Killing your character Ineptus, but I would strongly reccommend you remembering the hypnotic effect of the coin if you want to get out of our encounter unscathed and unindoctrinated into the cult...)

(not much, but this is what I would do.)



Mark picked himself up, the last thing he remembered was being knocked senseless.
He looked in the direction of the farmhouse, the whole thing looked as though it had been bombed, the farm was burning and the ground was alight. Mark felt the case clank on the pavement.
There was a rhythmic taping, Mark disregarded it.
Opening the locks, Mark peered inside.
Holy.
Inside was a pair of tongs, a Sig p226 and a large lead box.
The box was hot.
Mark pocketed the Sig and it’s reloads and turned to the source of the tapping.
Some creep was standing in the road, flipping a coin,
Mark was in no mood to do anything but run for the hills, but that coin…
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Mark tore his gaze away form the coin, the man who was flipping it had a blank expression, but looked like one of those people classed as ‘upstanding citizen’
Mark immediately disliked the man, Mark’s dad was an ‘upstanding citizen’ and had other people kill other people every month.
Something about him seemed…wrong.
The nambu was lying somewhere in the field. Unattended. But Mark had a gun, if this guy was some sort of psychopath, Mark could defend himself. Mark heard a noise, a vehicle. The man did not move, he just sat there and flipped his coin.
Mark Stood up, grabbed the case and ran down the road. A group of police cars were headed the other way, the man had his back to them, Mark could not care less though, he just wanted to get away.

The coin was slowing marks movements to a crawl, and when Ludias spoke in his monotone Mark could feel his treacherous feet slowing
"Come back my good man, I simply wish to have a talk. And the rest of you can leave."
The policemen begin to shamble off looking slightly stunned. The slamming of car doors and squeal of rubber on tarceal heralded their departure. Mark looked absolutely murderous by the time he had come level with Ludias and began to raise a gun, fighting the hypnotizing effects of the coin. Ludias shook one gloved finger slowly and tsk'ed as he murmured to the man.
"No, no, no, that wont do at all."
tap, tap, tap
He watched as the man lowered the handgun. Ludias gestured ahead of himself
"Walk with me?"
tap, tap, tap
The murmured question felt more like a command to Mark, it was a strange feeling, he felt a surge of anger not only to the man walking beside him but also to his treacherous limbs. He couldnt understand why he was walking next to the man when he would rather run only that even though he hated the idea, his body refused to stop the action. He concentrated on what the man was saying, maybe it would keep him alive.
"I want to know what you felt... what emotions were rushing through your viens as you saw that magnificent creature deal with your attackers. Tell me."
tap, tap, tap
Mark tried to resist he really did, he clamped his jaw shut and refused to answer. The man beside him raised that gloved finger again and ran it along Marks jaw, there was no softness in the gesture and if Mark still had control of his neck it would have been pushed to the side. As it was he could barely resist the pressure.
"Tell me" The soft vice was unchanged but the insistance behind the command was clear.

(I mentioned that the police dont come through this district anymore for a reason by the way... Dont try to throw them at me again, it wont do much good, Ludias will be more of an Observer in this than anything else. Just the sinister dude on the side who almost always only observes.)

Tyranic Marta wrote:(I mentioned that the police dont come through this district anymore for a reason by the way... Dont try to throw them at me again, it wont do much good, Ludias will be more of an Observer in this than anything else. Just the sinister dude on the side who almost always only observes.)

OOC: They'd probably investigate the explosion first anyway, but I'm not sure how they got there so fast...country sheriffs maybe? Anyway it matters not...I was assuming the two had moved at least a decent distance away from the site but again w/e...

Your right they probably would, but they wouldnt go through his district, they would go round. Not after they had lost officers to someone they hadnt even ID'ed.

(to the discussion thread!!)

(sorry about this, but that character was giving me the creeps, I needed out of there. nothing personal)


Mark was really mad now, he could have said a lot of things, like
“feth you.” Or “Ask yo momma.” or “what’s it to YOU?” or just have stayed quite. He really wanted to say “No.” and see the reaction on the man’s face. Instead, he said
“He looked like a fething Uruk-Hai, okay?”
The man was evidently taken a bit unawares y this, Mark calculated his chances of running, he wished they were in the city, that had places to hide-wait, the cops, they were getting into their cars.
Mark took advantage of the slipped hold on him that the coin had and lashed out with at knee at a point just below the stomach and above the thigh.
The man was still made of flesh and blood and hit the pavement puking (that is what happens when one is kicked in the balls, see?) Mark then made the decision that would have made his father proud. He ran up to a cop car, the officer inside stared blankly at him.
“Sorry about this.” ‘He said, and shot the man in the head. The body was flung out of the car as Mark jumped in and hit the gas, he tore off to the city as fast as he could. The only thoughts in his head were.
Run.
He didn’t plan on stopping.

An explosion would be investigated by the Police if they were alearted to it and it could be passed of as some moron with fireworks, also don't Predators have certain deceives other than bombs to remove their evidence of existing.

(Reaper, disscussion thread, go, and no problem ineptus, if he's creeping you out then he's doing his job, also nothing personal, but these kinds of RP's need someone like him.)

Ludias managed to get control of himself, it had been along time since someone had done that to him. It felt good to be reminded of his humanity. Next time he would keep a safer distance... sorry about the shortness will continue this in the morning, need sleep.

he was in a hurry.

it was something like nape, that is a big thing.

They come

They are

Drawn

Do not

Intercept

Danger to

The hive

Others are

Acceptable

Defend

Hive

At all costs

Wait, Ineptus, did you just walk up to a random police officer, shoot him in the head and steal his car?
...Ludias isn't the only psychopath in this thread.

TrollPie wrote:Wait, Ineptus, did you just walk up to a random police officer, shoot him in the head and steal his car?
...Ludias isn't the only psychopath in this thread.

OOC: Seriosuly, what the feth is this GTA?

@ Reaper...was the only thing I could think that could effectively erase Kanak's presence in such a big area...I'm not aware of any other more discreet devices that could be used...

This is the "LCK effect" I was talking about.


Mark will do anything to survive, see?

WARORK, GTA?

Grand Theft Auto, and WARORK are you going to follow Alpha pretty please?

Whoah, whoah whoa!!!!

Guys, I would just like to say now that in a situation where a battle will take place, there will be an event, especially if there are 3 PC's in it for crying out loud...

... okay, how to sort this out...

... give me some time to read ALL of the posts...

Sam reached the police station and saw it was very busy bodies were coming in and out police rushing to there cars because a supposed explosion.
"Have you got any clue on what's going on?" Asked Brian
"We thinks it's a strange voodoo gang or something when you see the bodies some the chest is carved open others huge holes in them would you be able to help us?" Said the policewomen smiling at Brian.
"Yer we will." Replied Brian Sam turned his head and looked at Brian. They opened the car doors and got out they walked it the the station it was a mess and very loud full of people crying and children saying they have see black monsters with big heads. Sam turned to Brian and whispered "You've pulled mate." Brian just turned to him and glared at Sam. They walked into the locker room and grabbed their body armour and put it on they were given some car keys and told to check a old sewer station.

I know, I was not very happy with the committed crime, but it was the only way to leave the scene.

Intruders

They approach

Kill and harvest them

They are

Prey

Hosts

Do so

Now

Runner Xenomorphs begin to prepare ambushes, traps and wait patiently for the prey.

Guys, please acknowledge that in another situation like that there will always be an event...

... damn, I got a lot of write-ups to do...

Well, the police are gonna have a lot of work on their hands. Explosions, gunshots, structural damage and blood everywhere at the warehouse; 3 Officers dead and one missing; signs of a large firefight in the countryside...

Will stood nostalgically in front of his parents’ house. He had spent many unhappy years of his life here, and it sickened him to have to return. He had investigated the scene where the body was strung on the lamppost and it was a gruesome sight. He had left Ramona to come here now and had sent her back home. He looked over the cracked walls of the Victorian style house before taking a breath and walking over to the front door. He walked behind the house and moved over to an old shed. He pushed two fingers through a hole in the wooden wall and fumbled around for a few seconds. Finally his hand came to rest on a key, hanging by a chain on a hook on the inside wall. He slowly dragged it out and scooted back to the front of the house. He inserted the key into the old style Yale lock and turned the key, the door swinging open as he did. When he walked inside he was shocked by what he saw. The place was a total mess, furniture overturned and books and papers scattered over the floor and various plates shattered on the floor and the wallpaper was torn off in places. It looked as if a bomb had gone off in there. He went upstairs and checked around, it was much the same result. The one thing that he did notice was the awful smell that seemed to be coming from the bathroom. It smelled like something had crawled inside and died in there. As he opened the door he nearly threw up. It was his mother, in the bath, dead. She seemed to have locked herself in and killed herself. There was blood splattered all over the walls and her body had begun to rot and a thick carpet of flies here crawling all over her body. He nearly cried and sank to the floor in despair. He looked at her mums face, a face of shock horror and sadness, a face with dead, cold eyes. He said to his mums body,

“Oh God mum, why? How could this have happened?” Suddenly he noticed something scrawled on the walls, writing written it lipstick, mascara and probably blood, the words: “He’s gone!” “They’ve taken him!” “Its all over!” “The Monsters are coming!”

Will looked on in shock at the writing, when he noticed something in his mothers hands, a piece of paper. He reached out and gingerly removed the paper from her hands. He unfolded the scrunched up paper and read it,

“If you’re reading this, it means they’ve found me and I’m probably dead. Whatever happens, make sure they don’t get Will, hes all thats left of my blood line. Simply, that damned Weyland corp has chosen me for their horrible experiments and if they think that they can control the organism they’re more stupid than they seem. The creature will multiply and eventually destroy the human race and the hunters will have no choice but to come from the sky and use their self destruct bomb destroying all life on…..”

Will tore up the note before finishing it and threw it in the toilet, angry at what he had read, it didn’t make any sense. His dad had been chosen for some experiment to breed some sort of creature that would take over the Earth? And that eventually space hunters would fall from the sky and wipe out all life on the planet? It was clearly bollocks and just some practical joke, but if it was then why did his mum kill herself? Whatever his crazy father had written must be true! Will stumbled back at the realization and tripped over the step to the bathroom, falling down the stairs and knocking himself on a coffee table which dropped something that hit the ground with a clunk. He looked over to it in wonder, albeit in massive pain. It was a Beretta gun with a note attached to it. Will stood up, attempting to push through the biting pain and picked up the gun, it was a wonder that the fall didn’t break any of his bones. He ripped of the note and read it,

“Dear Will, if you are reading this then the world is in grave danger…..”

OOC: Well whaddya think ?

TrollPie wrote:Well, the police are gonna have a lot of work on their hands. Explosions, gunshots, structural damage and blood everywhere at the warehouse; 3 Officers dead and one missing; signs of a large firefight in the countryside...

Yep, Steve and Miranda are gonna be quite pissed...

... and Trollpie, I kinda need you to post for getting to Weyland Corp. so I will know whats happening with that event...

... if anybody's ever played the most recent AVP game, the event will kinda be like the first mission of the alien campaign...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:

TrollPie wrote:Well, the police are gonna have a lot of work on their hands. Explosions, gunshots, structural damage and blood everywhere at the warehouse; 3 Officers dead and one missing; signs of a large firefight in the countryside...

Yep, Steve and Miranda are gonna be quite pissed...

... and Trollpie, I kinda need you to post for getting to Weyland Corp. so I will know whats happening with that event...

... if anybody's ever played the most recent AVP game, the event will kinda be like the first mission of the alien campaign...

Would that not mean there would be two Queens? Or just Xenommorph Warriors and Drones escaping.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Guys, please acknowledge that in another situation like that there will always be an event...

... damn, I got a lot of write-ups to do...

Calm down Shas...I handled it...no PCs were harmed just a bunch of xenos nobody cares about...me and reaper sort of had an agreement of sorts when we wrote that stuff up, all in all, nothing's changed except the locations of the characters...IMHO there shouldn't have to be an event unless the PCs actually intend to harm one another...

@ Reaper...as soon as I find a new home...couldn't keep the old one because of Mark's untimely intervention...

@ Ineptus...May I remind you that LCK's character died in the first few pages of that RP because he thought he could just kill anyone and get away with it?

Aw aren't you going to visit me WARORK in my nice hive

WARORK93 wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Guys, please acknowledge that in another situation like that there will always be an event...

... damn, I got a lot of write-ups to do...

Calm down Shas...I handled it...no PCs were harmed just a bunch of xenos nobody cares about...me and reaper sort of had an agreement of sorts when we wrote that stuff up, all in all, nothing's changed except the locations of the characters...IMHO there shouldn't have to be an event unless the PCs actually intend to harm one another...

@ Reaper...as soon as I find a new home...couldn't keep the old one because of Mark's untimely intervention...

@ Ineptus...May I remind you that LCK's character died in the first few pages of that RP because he thought he could just kill anyone and get away with it?

Yes, I know, but I have never played a character like this before.

not sure if I like it, actually.

blood reaper wrote:Aw aren't you going to visit me WARORK in my nice hive

@Kanak..you have made Kanak very curious...so probably...

I'm still trying to understand how Ludias will react to his "god's appearance...

Alpha's waiting, patiently in the sewers. So don't no unwanted guests show up.

@Shas -Will do.

IC: The five men were lightly armed today. It was necessary, if they were going to enter the headquarters of a multinational corporation; all they carried were silenced Sig 226 pistols, hidden under the folds of expensive suits, along with concealed bulletproof vests. They looked even odder together than usual, wearing uniform suits but their faces not going with them at all. Their normal equipment was in the pickup, around the corner from the Weyland Corp headquarters. Smirking at each other, they entered the tower.

Their appointment was with a Dr Cirione, the man who had given them the assignment and paid them. He was quite obviously a puppet; no experienced corporate individual would speak directly with mercenaries they hired for security reasons, and no-one as low down as Cirione could afford them. Together they travelled to the 19th floor and knocked at his door.
"Come in," came a voice from inside. It was high and shakey, with the gravelly noise of smoking too many cigarrettes. They entered and smiled falsely at him. Pettry, the only one with an English accent, spoke to him.
"Good evening, Dr Cirione. We would like to have a word with you." He drew his pistol. "About something very important."
"Ah, yes. The men I hired. I expected you would come for me. When the creature failed to kill you, I was highly dissapointed. Nevertheless I was able to gather valuable data." His breath smelled smokey and bitter. "I had the entire thing on CCTV. We saw everything. You are very good fighters, I must say. You-"
"Enough of that. Tell us who gave you the orders and where to find him." Joe interrupted.
"No-one did. I ordered you myself. I acted alone. I wanted to observe the creatures and their behaviour, in order to learn ways to combat them- or to get them to act for us." His voice trembled on the last word and his throat muscles tightened. He knew he had said too much.
"Us?"
"Sorry. I misspoke. I meant me. I-" his voice trailed off.
"You can cut the crap now. We know you couldn't afford to pay us and we know you couldn't have created the entire trap by yourself. Now spille it." Cirione trembled madly, sweat forming on his forehead. With a great effort he began speaking.
"They're watching me. Weyland Corp. They want the aliens, something about creating an army. A scientist, Jericho Orwell-" Whatever he was about to say, they never heard it. There was a whoosh, and a hole appeared in the window behind him. Something flashed through his head. Blood crept out of a small O at the top of his face as his lips quivered, still trying to form words even as his heart stopped, and he slumped.
"Jericho Orwell. Find him. Then we can find out what the hell is going on." Felix paused. "But for now, we have to explain this to the guards." His tone was casual, but the meaning behind it was sinister. They were sitting in the headquarters of an organisation that clearly wanted them dead. The corpse in front of them belonged to a man silenced by his own bosses just for giving them information. On top of that, the five of them were wanted criminals and police were no doubt searching for them even now. And working behind it all were a race of creatures hellbent on the consumption of all life on the planet.

This would not end well.

(Im going to finish my post asap sorry for leaving it hanging and this should all have been in the discussion thread)

So Shas, I hope I haven't done anything stupid... I think Weyland were planning on making an army out of them anyway, no? Or something similair? Anyway, Orwell will probably lead them to Dr Reed, so there's a lot going on.
Now that they're all in the building, we can get a few more people there and then... EVENT!

(BIC)
Ludias slowly stands and wipes his mouth with a handkerchief and then heads to a convenience store, after hypnotizing a bottle of water of the befuddled clerk he leaves the shop and takes several moments to clear his mouth out from the taste of puke. While he does this he thinks carefully about his next move. If the Laevus levus Diabolus was in Cloud city then he needed to prepare his warriors. Because in all honesty he wasnt sure if they were ready.

The empty bottle landed in a trash can as he walked past. His slow steady gait returned to him. He diddnt need to investigate the area, it may get him killed, and anyway, Luidas knew that whatever made that barn blow up probably erased all evidence. Ludias allowed himself the luxury of a small sigh, things had just gotten much much tougher.

Back in his abode he descended down to the basement, and with a strangely shaped key opened the doorway to his Diabolus Domus. His satan house. The place where his congregation gathered to worship and prepare. He locked the door behind him and began to move through the rows of pews. The room was dark, only the light from a few candles lit his way, it did not matter, Ludias had spent more time in this place than any other on this earth. Ludias's steps were still calm and steady as he appraoched the statue of the Laevus levus diabolus. He reached around it and tugged on the rim of the round table it stood on. The table rotated with hidden bearings and soon the rear of the statue was revealed. Painstakingly carved over a dozen years the image of the Laevus Levus Diabolus was carved into the rock, not the symbolic effigy, a real life sized carving. He bowed his head towards the statue and bega to mutter in latin. In the darkness the words were like a tonic to him. He could draw strength from the repeated verses and futhur calm himself into an almost meditative state. Then his camber slips into a more upbeat rythim the words flowing over his lips like water, or blood. Filled with venom and hatred. He was speaking of the Scions. Soon however he dragged his body back down into that calmness which all saw but few comprehended.

Some years previously he had amused himself by going to a psychiatric assessor. He answered all the questions with complete calm and with a monotone. The exercises were completed without complaint and then he left. He had done the text under a different name and address however when the results did come through he allowed himself to chuckle. The doctor had been unable to diagnose whatever problem he had, it was in no doubt however that there was something distinctly wrong about him. One comment that did amuse Ludias was the one right at the bottom of the page.
'The patient shows a calmness I have come to see in prisoners who know the date of thier death scentence. The calmness of someone who knows they are going to die and when, and have made their peace with the world.'

Ludias had at this point muttered to himself.
"Well at least we know the doctors of this country get something right occaisionally"

(Perhaps a slightly weak post but I needed to develop him a bit more)

The building loomed over him and cast a shadow upon the street behind it. Kanak looked up at it for a moment just to figure out how he would get up it. He hadn't ever come to this specific place in the city before but he had heard humans over the years refer to it as a "library." It was an old stone building with many windows and many floors. A wide staircase led to its entrance at the front but Kanak had never been one to use the front door. He stood in the alley to the building's left obviously cloaked lest anyone see him. Kanak had mixed feelings about being here but he had no real choice...

He had since stationed his ship in the poor district of the city where there were several buildings no longer in use by the humans. The building he chose seemed to have been used for storage, was squat, built with cement, about two stories tall and had plenty of room for him and his things. Kanak had found that the storage building had several containers still in it, sometimes stacked to the ceilings but it had appeared at the time that nobody had disturbed the large crates in years. He didn't set up his home or disturb anything once he had hidden his ship, he was far too preoccupied with what he had seen at the Farm to concentrate on arraying his equipment and trophies for now, so he had just left them in the ship which was once again hidden under the tarp.

Kanak leapt to the building's side and began to climb with the dexterity of a gecko, his grip and hold unmatched by any human. His mask began scanning the insides of the windows, this was a stealth mission and he would not be here a second longer than he needed to be. Finally, on the third floor, Kanak's helmet informed him that what he was looking for was close. He looked into a window to his left and saw a large computer sitting on a table near it. He grumbled though to see a human sitting at it, using it for something, beyond the human was a collection of books, volumes and volumes that Kanak had never seen the like before. In his own culture only scripts of great magnitude were ever written down but it seemed the humans wrote almost everything down and stored the books in these great repositories of knowledge. The concept intrigued Kanak but he remained focused on his task. He looked to his left and saw another window down the wall from the first window and saw that it was opened. Kanak crawled over to it and peered inside, he looked for anything that could be used to get the human to leave the computer. His scanners showed that he was the only human on the floor so this would be simple.

Kanak quickly found what he was looking for and wheeled out his caster, mentally setting it to a very minute, slight power setting and aiming it at a point in the building's ceiling, the thing barely made a sound as it fired and hit the water sprinkler, setting it off and covering the area with water. The man at he computer quickly spun around wide eyed and fled the room, probably to look for someone to tell about the fire system going off. As he left, Kanak swung down into the room and stalked to the computer, he ripped the side off of it and held his own wrist console to the hard drive. His mask flashed as it scanned the hard drive for what he was looking for...it took several tense moments but Kanak finally found what he was looking for, a blueprint layout to the sewers. Earlier, he had tracked a few of the xenos to a sewer entrance and his scanners showed more lifeforms inside the system itself. Kanak determined the hive must be down there and now that he had a map he could navigate it easily. He replaced the side of the computer tower and leapt back out of the window to the ground.

A few minutes of quiet travel later, he found a manhole that was suitable. He went down into it into the darkness which didn't bother him. What did bother him was the amount of water down here in these parts of the city and the enclosed spaces. The combination of no cloaking and no room to maneuver might be his downfall but right now his need to know more about these xenos outweighed the danger...

He just kept telling himself the alines could have killed him already if they wanted to...so there was no need to worry...well...he would still be ready...

He moved off into the darkness, towards the hub of the system where he new based on the map would be an optimal place for a hive...

You

are

the

Hunter

but

not

a

Hunter

Outcast

You

Will not

be harmed

and we

have great prey

for you

Indeed great

Prey

Alpha waits patiently atop a broken pipe, his dark and insect like features not hiding the almost human smile and long bestial teeth and for a moment his great thoughts became a word;

"...Prey..."

The mind speech was much more subtle this time. His mask's scanner analyzed the xenos in front of him. It was obviously a praetorian but it was much bigger, nearly the size of a queen and...

Had it just said something out loud?

Kanak tried speaking in his people's tongue to see if the thing was coherent enough to understand him with a simple "Can you understand me?" When the xenos tilted its head and said nothing, Kanak decided that it could not understand him and briefly wondered how to talk to it...he still couldn't believe he was actually talking to it...Perhaps if it could put words in his mind, it could read his mind as well?

"I am a hunter, I have hunted your kind for many years, but never have I seen one so able as you...You speak of prey, what prey, why have you brought me here?" He thought in his mind hoping the xenos could understand him...if not this was going to be harder than he thought...

A Queen

A Great Prize is it not?

You see I am no normal Xenomorph

Oh no I am not indeed

I am greater than any Xenomorph

I am Alpha

And you are Karnak

I seek you to kill the Queen so I may

Ascend then consume this world

TrollPie wrote:So Shas, I hope I haven't done anything stupid... I think Weyland were planning on making an army out of them anyway, no? Or something similair? Anyway, Orwell will probably lead them to Dr Reed, so there's a lot going on.
Now that they're all in the building, we can get a few more people there and then... EVENT!

I could do an event just for you if you wanted, I don't need any more people, even though it would be in your favour...

... and don't worry, my plan was to have Weyland trying to create some sort of army out of the Aliens...

... and once I am done with all my events, tomorrow, with all my free time and no lessons, I will get back to some more write ups...

The door to the Diabolus Domus opened and Ludias walked out, his calm strides echoing up the stairs. His thoughts were churning, if the Scions had arrived, and his patron had come to scourge them, then they were certainly at risk. His cult had to be prepared. He walked to a room on the third floor of his building and opened the door with his master key. The room was filled with firearms, but only one type of firearm, a repeating shotgun that he had had commisioned, the weapon could fire 4 rounds per second and had a 40 shell ring that one put his hadn through to hold the handle of the weapon. The weapons were cristened with blood and blessed by him, they were the weapons with which his cult would do thier holy work. The cult may not be allowed to take human life, by the scions were open game...

(Anouther short post... Ill probably do a few more of these...)

Now Kanak was majorly confused...This thing was asking him...asking him...to kill its queen...every xenos hunt he had ever been on, the hive fought to the death to protect its queen...

He had truly found a marvel in this hive on earth. This praetorian showed an intelligence that Kanak had never seen in anything but his own species...And then he realized the xenos intentions...it wanted to be the top of the hive, it wanted to call the shots and it could not do that as long as the queen was alive. It wanted to ascend to something greater than its kind could ever hope to achieve...

Kanak laughed at that...he'd found the xenos version of himself...a being that was not tied by things like law and order and conformity. Kanak relaxed his fighting stance and retracted his dual blades, even deactivated his caster.

"Yes, a great trophy...much honor...I would be very pleased to take the skull of this being...but before I do...you must tell me, how you came to be so....great amongst your kind...I must know."

Humans

You see

They pretend to care for each other

Love

Religion

Believing that they can work together

But they all have a lust, to be supreme kill and find new ways to kill

Bio weaponry, Nuclear, Atomic, and mind weaponry but I am their prize

I was given as an infant a dose of blood samples, from Humans and your own species.

I adapted.

I gave them loyalty and they gleefully took it.

Until I escaped and now I seek to become Supreme but unlike the humans.

My servants will stay in line!

The other Xenomorphs back away and cower, they do not dare go near Alpha....

Now I have a common foe

A Brick wall in my path

Do you wish to remove it Karnak and claim another trophy?

(And how do you plan on making more morphs without the queen?)

Becoming the Queen.

sex change?

all you do is ay around having kids? great PC blo,d great PC...


anyways.


(sorry about the boring, unimaginative post, but I have a Blood moon flashback bit that demands my attention. Oh, and WARORK, get fred out of my bathroom. Now.)


Mark hit the brakes when he had come to an old warehouse, the district was quite, Mark had no idea why he shot that police officer, but he remembered his eyes, the man would have killed him, something in the coin…
Mark opened the trunk of the squad car, inside were everything he needed, conveniently packed into carrying cases.
Without further ado, he stripped the squad car of every usual item and stole up to a large hummer.
Mark fiddled around in the bags from the trunk until he found what he wanted, a small glass cutter. Mark thought about alarms for a moment and walked o the front of the car.
In one quick movement, Mark crabbed the hood, and opened it, the alarm going off immediately, Mark ducked behind the vehicle as a light went on in an apartment nearby, after about a minute, a man stepped out and there was a beep as the remote in the keys turned off the alarm.
Mark jumped up, taking care to put his shirt over his nose and mouth first.
“the keys!” he shouted, pointing the p22 at the man, who flung the keys at him and ran.
Mark stared at the running man and picked up the keys.
“That was easy.” He said, Mark opened the side door and shoved everything in the passenger’s seat, he then hauled the policeman’s body out of the squad car. He grabbed anything useful, mainly, the sidearm, tazer, handcuffs and Bilyclub and dragged the body to a nearby manhole, Mark dropped eh body down, it hit the water with a splash.
Mark staggered away, got into the car and started it up.
After driving into the nearby park, Mark inspected his new ‘toys’ a colt 1911 from the police officer and an A80 assault rifle from the back of the vehicle.

I would say no because that attitude goes against everything Xenos have ever stood for, and they would not physically be able to do it...

... but, considering you thought of a good reason, I'll alloy it...

Are there any other Human pc's who i can creep out???

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I would say no because that attitude goes against everything Xenos have ever stood for, and they would not physically be able to do it...

... but, considering you thought of a good reason, I'll alloy it...

Alpha is much much different, perhaps blood would like to PM you on how different...

anyway...its true...when the queen is killed, if there are any praetorians left in the hive then that one will become the new queen...

hey, you just hit 5000 a while ago. 'grats.




now, I retire from dakka for the night.

Xenomorphs are asexual, they have no gender. While this is a fact that has much discussion around it its possible, you obviously didn't see the special awesomesauce edition of Alien.

Tyranic Marta wrote:Are there any other Human pc's who i can creep out???

There's my mercenaries, but they're trapped in the Weyland Corp building.
Although if you could travel there we would have more people for an event.

I thinki may have to do that... but how to make it work (thanks ineptus )

Perhaps Ludias getting to the root of the infestation, the origions of the Scions and going there. Of course seeing that experiment would just poison his mind against the Weyland Corp people more... Creating his arch enemies and all that... first however I need to arm my cult....

Well, as far as I know Catos' character is going there to get some answers about his dads disappearance...

It would be hilarious if Mark randomly turned up there and was caught in a crossfire between 5 heavily armed mercenaries, a really pissed teenager and dozens of insane cultists. How many policemen would he have to kill to escape that?

blood reaper wrote:Xenomorphs are asexual, they have no gender. While this is a fact that has much discussion around it its possible, you obviously didn't see the special awesomesauce edition of Alien.

Blood, I haven't seen any editions of Alien, in fact, I have not seen a single film in this storyline.

good night.

Trollpie:

none, just five mercs.

Insane? No my cultists are completely sane, Ludias is the only nutter, he just has enough charisma and Hypnotizationaldoohickies to get new recruits for his cult.

How many cultists are there? And how many pitchforks?

Ludias has a

*dons sunglasses*

Cult following.

INDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!

Tyranic, if you want to be in the event, please say now, and try and do a post...

... I will either be doing the event intro tonight (if I get posts fast enough) or tomorrow...

will definitly be in the event at Weyland Corp thankyou

close to 600 cultists but Ludias only has 50 shotguns to pas around. He himself has his own blessed 9mm. Hes not much of a fighter, more of a leader.

Ill be getting a post up momentarily

You are not having more than 10 cultists in there, I'm sorry, but otherwise the aliens would get raped...

600?!?!?!?!
...
...
..
So long as the first 550 have pitchforks this will be epic.
But I need more people on my side... Ineptus? Catos? And I need time to get my men their proper weapons.
To make it fair, how about the police are involved too?

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:You are not having more than 10 cultists in there, I'm sorry, but otherwise the aliens would get raped...

I would prefer 25. 10 shotguns and 15 pitchforks. Remember that these men are amatuers whereas the mercenaries are proffessionals. And such a big fight will doubtless attract the police.

ineptus astartes wrote:sex change?

all you do is ay around having kids? great PC blood great PC...

Do you know anything about aliens? The Queen can detach itself from its lower half and its about the size and shape of a T-Rex...not to be taken lightly

Will drove on towards the Weyland corp. building. He had read the note his dad had left him and the message was plain and simple, the company had killed his father for some sick experiment to create a super killer and now he was going there to get some answers. He picked up his mobile and called Ramona and his other friend, Daniel,

"Guys get over to Weyland corp., I need your help, I'm taking down the company," he lifted the Beretta that his dad had left him and loaded it, he had quite a few reloads in his pocket and he was confident. He pulled over next to the building, Ramona and Daniel waiting for him,

"You know you're crazy right? What can you possibly do to take down Weyland?" Daniel asked,

"I dont care, they killed my parents, I'm getting my revenge," Will replied,

"They did what? Oh my god if thats true then yeah lets go get them!" Ramona agreed,

"Okay, the plan is we go in right now and demand to see the guy in charge," Will informed them.

"Wait, how did they kill your parents?" Daniel asked,

"They kidnapped my father and used him to create some sort of monster. When my mum found out she killed herself by slitting her neck with a butchers knife," Will replied,

"Okay then yeah, lets get them!" Daniel replied through gritted teeth. Will barged through the front door, drew his gun and shouted, firing two shots into the ceiling,

"Okay, wheres the...." he trailed off when he saw what was in front of him,

"Oh sh*t!"

Guys only 50 of them would ever be part of a battle, and no more than ten of them with Ludias at any one time.

You havnt been reading my posts either, the only member of the cult who is allowed to take human life is Ludias, you would never end up in a firefight with the cultists because they wont shoot back.

Tyranic Marta wrote:You havnt been reading my posts either, the only member of the cult who is allowed to take human life is Ludias, you would never end up in a firefight with the cultists because they wont shoot back.

I've missed a fair few posts, as when I was in the middle of reading them I suddenly noticed I had an IT lesson going on around me...

... I'm gonna catch up, as otherwise it'll just piss you off and make my job harder...

... anyway, intro should be up tomorow, and I can guarantee at least one of you will die...

... but who?

Let the speculations begin!

Ludias had called the most trusted and skilled members of his flock to him. The fifty men who stood before him were his first, his disciples if you will. They had been trained for 5 years to fight the Scions. Their tactics, their skills, all of the Scions abilities, were known by these men. They were Satan's army. Ludias handed out a shotgun to each man and enough ammunition to make sure they would live. The ammunition belts could be fed directly into the rings of the shotguns, speeding the reloading process significantly. Ludias stood before them for once both his hadns free, when he preached he rarely used his coin, he prefered to have his congregation pure minded.

"You are all, and I repeat all, to remember one thing. These weapons do not make you the arbiters of life and death for our human coinhabitors, you are not to take human life under any circumstances. These weapons have been blessed for the sole purpose of defeating the Scions. I have been reseaching for many years the origon of these beings and as of yet I have no answer. However. It has come to my attention that the Scions have come down to eath to rain judgement down upon us!!! But we will not bow to thier blasphemous will, we will not be cowed by their ways, we will fight back, we will show them that their ways of disorder are not welcome in our plane. We will show them, essentially, that humanity is not as weak as the religious orders of our dear world profess. We will demolish these beings and send them back to purgatory!!!!! I have found the origion of a member of the scions on this planet. It was created by none other than humans!!! Yes I tell you, other humans... How does it feel to be betrayed by your own kin? How does it feel to have the very saftey of your lives taken away by the people with your own image. Well hear me. We shall go to this place and purge it of the scions. More are sure to be there. and when we find them they shall know the power of the sons of Laevus levus Diabolus!!!!"

Kanak slowly nodded his masked face to the Praetorian...the one that had called itself Alpha...the other xenos around it twitched their tails in anticipation but did not move from their spots on the walls and ceilings.

"Lead me to her chamber...I will enjoy taking her skull for my glory." He said in his mind and clenched his fists, extending his blades eagerly. "And then you will tell me more of these...human...experiments..."

"We should get out of here." Cortez, stating the obvious yet again.
"Indeed." They shuffled out the door and peeked round the corner. They heard steps on the stairs; several men were running up. Hurrying in to action, they sprinted to the fire escape and flew down the stairs, not looking back. Shouting could be heard... and screaming. Something was happening on the lower floors.
Reaching the bottom, they ran down a back alley to where the truck was parked.
Gunfire bounced of the metalwork of the red pickup, sparks flying and metal denting. They immediately ducked, opening the boot and grabbing their weapons. Now carrying bandoliers, helmets, holsters and large firearms over their suits, they looked up. The area was full of police sharpshooters. Bullets were ricocheting madly of the truck, and a voice was blasting over a megaphone.
"Bastards!" cursed Felix. "They called the police! Damn them!" They looked around them. They heard the sound of a grenade being tossed and leaped backwards instinctively; an explosion to their left sent them sprawling. Bullets were everywhere now, filling the air and coming dangerously close. The truck was burning.
"We're gonna be slaughtered!" yelled Cortez. "We should head back to the building!" Felix wanted to tell him to shut his trap for once, but he knew he was right. To stay here was certain death. He could here screaming and gunfire back at the building, and whatever was happening there he didn't want to be part of it. But he had no option
"говно́." (pronounced govno) he cursed, and ran.

OOC: Ready for the event now, Kais. Now for the rest of 'em.

Event will be tomorrow, between PC's, aliens, and police for certain people...

... oh, and maybe some Weyland Corp. elite soldiers...

Alpha stood up and roared forcing the other Xenomorphs to back away in fear, he turned and moved forward with Karnak behind him. No Xenomorphs followed, they did not dare to even cross paths with Alpha. Those who did where smeared on the floor.

The Humans

Injected me with samples of blood

From many different species and races

My mind has grown stronger everyday allowing me to communicate with others

Like you now

Kill her.

The Praetorian and Hunter dropped down into a large chamber, each wall covered in Xenomorph biomass and hundreds of eggs and the Queen stood in the center standing tall and proud.

Just need to do one more post which is going up now.

Marta, I'm not clear on the purpose of the cultists. If they don't kill anyone, what do they do? Form a human shield? Tranquilize them?

Ludias and ten of his men got into cars, Ludias had bought a fleet of these vehicles with his fathers money. The first time his father had done anything useful really. It was a shame it was posthumous. The cars were blacked out Sedans, not expensive cars but they had the room for ammunition to be stored and of course all the equipment to wage a fanantical war.

They drove in silence, Ludias in the front car with his driver and personal bodyguard, 2 more cars with 4 men in each trailed the lead vehiclle. Ludias had instructed his driver to go to the Weyland Corp building, they would begin thier way where the Scions had begun, and it woud be glorious.

Soon they were all calmly getting out of the cars and heading towards the building. Ludias drew his pistol in his right gloved hand, his left holding his coin, not letting it tap just yet, but it may be needed soon. Upon seeing the open pathway to the inner workings of the building and a couple of human corpses Ludias absolved them of their sins as he passed. Promising them a better existance in the afterlife.

They kill Scions, and thats all they do, because of Ludias' extreme arrogance he does not belive that anyone bar himself should be given the ability to take human life. However, because his goals are only tasted with the death of the aliens then it is not a far cry to think that the other human PC's can at least be on his side, enemy of my enemy is my firend and all that.

Until my enemy is defeated...

You honestly have no reason to attack the cultists, if so do tell???

I dunno. I was just trying to create a plot twist, except I didn't realise it made no sense.

>.< You dont always need plot twists, escpecially in an RP like this, thats what Shas and reaper are for. Reaper expecially, he lives and breaths plot twists, just enjoy the ride

Yeah. I'm kind of new to RP'ing, having only been fully involved in one before.

Its ok, itll happen as it happens, take your cues from other more experiences RP'ers like the shas'o warork Reaper and Myself.

(I finally feel like I can call myself an experienced RPer now that I have pretty much 5K posts of roleplay...)

Tyranic Marta wrote:Its ok, itll happen as it happens, take your cues from other more experiences RP'ers like the shas'o warork Reaper and Myself.

(I finally feel like I can call myself an experienced RPer now that I have pretty much 5K posts of roleplay...)

And that is exactly what I would say...

... but remember that you don't need tons of posts to call yourself experienced, I mean, look at me, I have around 3.5K I think?

And about the plot twists, you should see some of the stuff I cook up Blood Moon...

Yeah but your a legend, Im kind of just average.

Tyranic Marta wrote:Yeah but your a legend, Im kind of just average.

I am honestly flattered...

... I do try and think of myself as one of the best, and I think it all started by getting involved with the zombie thread...

... shame its died, I really loved that plotline, however simple it was...

... anyway, time to get working on an intro!

WEYLAND CORP. LOBBY EVENT INTRO

The first thing Will say as he ran inside, was a black skinned creature. He stopped on the spot, instinctively raised his Beretta, but didn’t fire, not yet. He wanted to get a look at the beast, see what the hell this monstrosity was, to see what killed his father.

He immediately wished he hadn’t.

It turned, and Will got a full look of it. It had a domed head shape, and when he looked, he saw it had no eyes, just teeth, with drool dripping from them.

He had enough time to say “Oh gak!” before it screamed, and he ran to the side, with Romona and Daniel just beside him, noticing more coming for their flesh…

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“Quick! Move for the doors! I’ll take lead, and then you Felix!” Faber shouted instructively to his group, remaining in cover, before bursting out, and making a run for the doors which would take them back to the building.

“Acknowledged!” Felix shouted back in response, struggling to hear himself over the hail of bullets, and moved himself when he faintly heard the clicking of fully auto’s being reloaded.

He ran, with Pettry, Garza and Cortez following after him, Garza taking a shot in the leg, and making a groan of pain, but still moving, in fear of being shot down completely.
As soon as they were all inside, Garza shot the door behind them, and, improvising a blockage for the door, nodded to the rest of the group to indicate it was clear.

“Okay,” Faber announced quickly. “We’re going to head through the building, via the huge fething main lobby, and exit through the front door, and leave through there, seeing as all the cops are up the back.”

He didn’t give Felix time to respond, but he followed his lead, until they came to a door which seemed to have been wrenched open.
Felix quickly glanced around the small confinement, and noticed a air conditioning tunnel grate which seemed to indicate someone or something had burst through it, and was about to speak when Garza said in a worried tone,

“We don’t have much time! The police will be through any second!”

“Agreed,” Faber said calmly, before walking through the door, and noticing a black skinned serpent, stand up, and hiss, simply millimetres in front of his face…

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Ludias walked through one of the side doors into the main lobby, glancing around at all the dead bodies of the fools who worked under the man who thought he could control these beasts. He could hear gunshots all around, somewhere quite close, a hail of bullets where echoed through the thin walls of the building.

“Find the scions! Kill them!” he shouted, raising his own shotgun in air, watching as his cultists marched past him, scanning the entire area for any glimpse of the serpents.

“I think-“ Ludias heard one of his bodyguards about to speak, but the sound was replaced with a gory slash, and he saw the head of the man roll past his feet, and he turned around.

“Finally,” he grinned. “I will kill you in the name of Laevus levus diabolus. Let your soul burn in hell.”

He raised his shotgun, and the beast pounced.

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Okay guys, that’s your cue for everyone in the event to PM me the details of what you want your character to do during the event…

… send them in…

Edit: Removed until response from Shas.

Well I'm not dead yet then.....

I don't appear to be dead.

Why would you be dead?

Is this everybodys event?

@templar you weren't at the building when it started, so unless you can RP yourself going there and sharpish you won't play a part in it.
Anyway, I'm going away for the rest of the day and won't be able to RP until sevenish. Shas, if you could RP what I suggested by PM or wait until I come back around 7 it would be good.

oh no i was heading to a sewer.

Yeah, I'll most probably be doing the event tonight if thats okay with everybody...

... and just for everybody's information, the only people involved in the event currently are Catos, Tyranic, and Trollpie...

... its not really a biggie, there should be loads more events...

Ok Shas

black templar wrote:oh no i was heading to a sewer.

Best not go too deep...two humans+a predator+a hive of xenos = two dead humans

You meen face-hugged Humans

Kanak hissed in astonishment as the queen took notice of both of them. It was not every day one could get to the inner sanctum of the hive and see its most powerful creature. Kanak took a few cautious steps forward as the queen hissed and growled at him. Kanak wasnt sure but it seemed disoriented, probably because of its praetorian's betrayal or its refusal to strike down Kanak and protect her as was its purpose. Kanak chuckled, it was just the queen and him, no other xenos to get in the way...

A fair fight...

Kanak made the first move, he raised one of his wrist gauntlets. and two circular, spinning devices shot from it, the two shurikens flew with unerring accuracy towards the queen who roared at the challenge. One bounced off her head crest and the other was defeated by a swift flick of her huge tail. Kanak was undettered by this, in fact he hadn't expected either shurikens to hit their target or wound it. Instead he used their distraction to get in close to the queen and leap up onto her head crest and plant his feet firmly on it, crouched like a predatory bird ready to strike. The queen immediately began to swing her massive form, trying to dislodge Kanak who almost lost his footing and slipped down her head, coming to a still spot almost in front of her maw. Kanak saw the queen open her mouth and extend her inner jaw out to grab hold of his face. With a quick swipe of Kanak's wrist blades, the inner mouth fell to the standing water and made a plunking noise as it hit the water. The Queen bellowed in pain and thrashed around, sending Kanak flying face first into the water. He struggled to get back to his feet but was suddenly grabbed and hauled into the air by something behind him that caught his foot. Kanak was held upside down above the water but the queen's long tail. The queen came around and attempted to claw at Kanak with her long talons but Kanak was quicker on the draw. He took from his belt his Chakram disc and in a difficult move even for an elite predator, he tossed it at the base of the queen's spine and it flew with a whirring noise to sever the queen's tail neatly at the base...

Kanak dropped back into the water, meanwhile the queen roared in fury and pain but with the loss of her tail she began to lose balance and fell on her side with a crash of fetid water. Kanak freed himself from the tail and got up, he was scratched and bruised in a few places but otherwise unharmed. He saw the struggling form of the queen, focusing on it even as he caught his Chakram deftly with one hand and stowed it. Kanak slowly walked towards the wounded beast who panted and bled as Kanak approached, the queen tried desperately to claw him with both front and rear talons but Kanak was far too agile to be caught by either. Kanak leapt onto the side of her neck, it had been a grand hunt, and Kanak had to admit that he had been nearly ended at least two moments during it but once again he had proved his dominance over his prey. Now standing over his trophy, he raised one blade to strike and sent it into the queen's neck with but a wail escaping from her wounded lips. Kanak found the spine with his blade and snapped it, the queen went limp and her head sank to the water. Kanak used both of his blades to cut the neck of the queen and after a moment had finally severed it completely...

Kanak grabbed queen's crest with both arms and lifted it above his own head in triumph, giving a mighty yell as a celebration of his victory...

Huh, a Chakram Disc is Shiva's weapon. he uses it to kill the Misasur a demon.

ineptus astartes wrote:Huh, a Chakram Disc is Shiva's weapon. he uses it to kill the Misasur a demon.

In AvP...a Chakram is a predator throwing disc which can cut through just about anything...

Been around here for thousands of years...



It's been known to sever the heads of goats (and humans) in one throw.

Alpha nodded and smiled as several arriving Aliens where forced to the ground from the Mind shock created by the Queens death, he smiles and stands on hind legs before moving over to a pool of the Queens Royal jelly and drinking a large dose;

Yes

Yes I can feel it

I have some time before my 'accession'

So we must protect the remaining eggs but there are many

Now my part of the deal comes into order

A cult worships you

If you commanded it

They would die for you

Bring them here and the Hive will grow far stronger

And if you wish I can give you extra protection

For the journey

Uhh, did you just kill an Alien queen WARORK?!

I'm sorry man, but that gak should definately be in an event, I'm sorry, but it's a queen!

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Uhh, did you just kill an Alien queen WARORK?!

I'm sorry man, but that gak should definately be in an event, I'm sorry, but it's a queen!

I did mention earlier that the Queen was weak and lacked any protection from her loyal Pratorian, also Alpha was depriving her of her powers. Karnak one fair amd square.

Alpha asked him to.

Uhh God, its just I really didn't want a Queen to die, and even if it was weakened it would still be fething hard to kill...

... I'l have to have a think about this...

... and ineptus, I kinda know that...

Also Alpha's becoming a Queen, in order to replace the older and weaker one and gain the Hive more power. If Alpha could easily take control so quickly how do you think the Queens condition was?

Bad I know but its still a fething Queen...

... okay, I'll allow it, but if this situation ever arises again its gonna be in an event...

OOC: The queen was an NPC, not even one of Reaper's major ones...it was just a small plot device Shas...you really don't have to fret over it...besides I thought I RPed it well...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:
... and ineptus, I kinda know that...

*feels stupid*

WARORK93 wrote:OOC: The queen was an NPC, not even one of Reaper's major ones...it was just a small plot device Shas...you really don't have to fret over it...besides I thought I RPed it well...

1+
Yeah the Queen is a minor Alien NPC and my trasmorfigation will take awhile.

ineptus astartes wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:
... and ineptus, I kinda know that...

*feels stupid*

Dont worry ineptus, it happens to us all...
...some more than others...

So when's the event going up Shas?
And Ineptus, you still haven't put a character sheet up in the Resistance thread... I am dissapoint.

sorry, trollpie, I have loads to do ATM. I will get to it within an hour.

WARORK93 wrote:OOC: The queen was an NPC, not even one of Reaper's major ones...it was just a small plot device Shas...you really don't have to fret over it...besides I thought I RPed it well...

Meh, the fight was a bit short for me, otherwise it was good...

TrollPie wrote:So when's the event going up Shas?
And Ineptus, you still haven't put a character sheet up in the Resistance thread... I am dissapoint.

Have it assembling in my head, but I couldn't do it today as I had like a 9 hour hike..

... I am on it...

... everybody else, RP's!

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Meh, the fight was a bit short for me, otherwise it was good...

I know...I wanted to have specific things happening though instead of just "and the two traded blows for several minutes" stuff that is usually written for such fights...so that's why it may have been a bit short.

Speaking of which...anyone know what happened to Lyzin?

IC: Kanak listened to the Praetorian as he examined his trophy. The queen had been weak, not in her prime and unripe, Kanak scowled at the realization but knew even then it was still a mighty kill that he had enjoyed. when alpha mentioned a cult, Kanak began to listen intently. It was obvious what the alien wanted, it seemed that even with its advanced intelligence, it was still a xenos at heart, desiring nothing more than to spread its species all over this little mud ball...

But Kanak frowned, who did this alien think he was, her servant? He had killed the queen yes, but that was for his own pleasure not to serve this beast. Kanak's body movements took on an aloof stature as he thought.

"You must know that I am not like my kind...I am not bound by their sense of 'honor' and I do not do favors, especially not for xenos..." At this last word, Kanak mandibles twitched in displeasure at thinking the word. "I will consider your offer and you will consider my demands...more of my kind will come...that is for certain...I want their skulls for my glory, you will ensure that I get them and your warriors will allow me to hunt as I please...is that clear for you?"

The Alpha didn't answer but hissed in assent. Kanak strapped the xeno queen skull to his back and nodded.

They will come

They seek you

If you were to

Activate a tracking beacon and alert

Them or we spread to the nearest City and other

Nations we will be seen as a threat

They will come

They will hunt us

You can hunt them

But for that to work a Egg must be placed in every leaving ship

From this country and must find civilization

Spread and consume, and your hunt will come

Or you can send a message.

Disguise it, claim it as a trapped hunter.

And they will come.

TrollPie wrote:So when's the event going up Shas?
And Ineptus, you still haven't put a character sheet up in the Resistance thread... I am dissapoint.

Sometime this evening hopefully, seeing as I am still fairly shattered from my 7 hour long hike yesterday...

Oh dear. The hunters are coming.....

Doing event guys, may take some time...

PLAYER EVENT-WEYLAND CORP PART 1

Ludias’ grin dropped as soon as the alien hit him. It knocked into him hard and fast, sending him sailing towards the ground, the serpent holding on with its unbreakable grip. He dodged the attempts the creature made to impale his head with its tail and inner mouth. Ludias lifted up the coin, using it to try and hypnotize the beast. It stopped its struggling, and turned its head towards the coin, staring intently at it, hissing as it followed it.

“That’s it,” Ludias said, his grin returning, but immediately faltering as it turned back towards him, and lashing out with the tail separating his hand from the arm, and letting it fly away before dropping to the floor, still gripping the coin intensely.

He screamed and thought it was all about to end, when he heard a shotgun fire, the serpents head exploded, and acid fell on the left side of his face, making his pain increase like wildfire. The beast fell off him, and he felt an arm wrap round him and pull him up.

“We must get you out of here!” the cultist said, dragging Ludias to safety, battles raging on all around him.

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The serpent opened its mouth, and a tongue which looked as sharp as a dagger sprang out, and Faber screamed as it impaled his forehead, blood seeping out immediately, demolishing all his life force in one quick blow.

“feth you, you bastard!” Felix shouted, blasting the beast to smithereens with his AA-12, body parts sprawling everywhere, and acid burning into what remained of Fabers corpse.

“Faber!” Garza shouted, rushing over to his body, but Felix blocked him with his arm halfway.

“No, he’s already gone, he would want us to get out of here with our lives, clear?”

“Clear…”


Pettry had a look of complete terror, on his face, and Cortez patted him on the back, and spoke to him.

“Come on, we just need to get out of here, okay?”

“No, we’re not getting out of here, we need to get upstairs to find Dr. Orwell,” Felix interrupted harshly. “If he dies we won’t be able to find out what’s going on, he’s our only lead. Faber would agree, if anybody has an objection say now but I know I need to do this. Okay? Let’s go.”

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Will and Ramona ran as fast as they could, Will randomly shooting any serpents that got in his way, sometimes scoring a hit, but most of the time aggravating them further.
His adrenaline was rocketing, and his fear intensifying, but he knew he could not stop running, or he would surely die.

Suddenly, something grabbed hold of his leg, and he crashed to the floor, and turned, seeing in the corner of his eye Daniel getting dragged away by multiple serpents, shouting as he went, tears pouring down his face.
He focused back on his assailant, and saw another drooling beast clawing its way up his body to his face, and he reached out for his pistol, and grabbed thin air. It was gone.

It was over, he would never be able to find out what had happened to his father, and he would never be able to help out in the Horror that would surely sweep the globe.

He closed his eyes, and waited for the end.

His ears then registered a few gunshots, and a terribly high pitched scream. He was dragged away, and opened his eyes to see Ramona trying to get him to his feet, sorrow written over her face. She handed him back the pistol, and spoke.

“Come on! I just saw some guys go up the stairs in the back. Oh crap! One of them’s coming straight for us! Get up! Get up!”

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Mark drove towards the Weyland Corp. building, gaining speed at a constant rate.
This was the only place he could think to go in this madness, it was the company that always had the shady reports about the shady figure at the head of it. He would drive straight through the goddamn wall of that building, and find the bastards who have done all of this.

He turned a corner, skid marks scarring the road, and brought out his pistol as he laid his eyes on the massive skyscraper that was the Weyland Corp. building, and pushed his foot down on the pedal, noticing police scars scattered all around, as he closed his eyes, and heard the crunch of metal, and demolition of stone and rubble as he charged towards the front doors of that fething building.

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That’s the first part of the event guys, send in your PM’s for the second, and we can finish this fight…

Kanak grunted upon the Xenomorph's words and went to leave but turned back before he disappeared into the darkness of the sewers completely.

"I will trust you to spread your kind as you see fit...You will trust that other hunters will be here soon, by my honor...know that and be wary of other hunters that will come...here to earth...to find me...and to find you...be prepared...I will be close..." Kanak thought and nodded again to Alpha

With those thoughts, Kanak leapt back into the upper sewers and left the hive behind him, making his way to the surface and back to the rooftops. He wondered about the cult that the xenos had mentioned. He wasn't familiar with many cults, back in his own society there had been cults to the gods of the hunt but they were looked down upon just as the cults in the human society were. But the humans were much more religious than his own people were so human cults were often forced to the extremes of secrecy and that was something Kanak could relate to.

As he made his way back to his dwelling, he again passed the human tower where earlier he'd seen the xenomorph egg being transported. He was about to pass it when he saw several figures moving about near its entrances. He had already engaged his cloaking by instinct when he had left the sewers so he stopped on the roof of a shop near the tower and scanned the area with his mask's surveillance system. He saw a group of soldiers enter from one side, then a much larger group of plain looking people led by a man who flipped a coin in his hand, the man seemed serene as he entered the building with his armed men. Another, much smaller group entered the building looking nervous and scared. As they all disappeared, Kanak wondered briefly why so many different groups were entering the human building. He pondered this for a few minutes, staying in the same spot when his mask began to pick up disturbances inside the building, he scanned the tower with his mask and with surprise found many xenos life forms seemed to be inhabiting the tower with many human life forms moving in and engaging them. Kanak's mandibles twitched in anticipation. He was curious about this human building, how had it gotten so many xenos in it?

He thought about the Praetorian's words about the human experiments...typical...humans tinkering and exploiting things they didn't understand...

He was about to find out...Kanak leapt down onto the street and made his way to the alley where he'd seen the man with the coin enter the building. As he entered the tower he sniffed the air and tilted his head at the sounds of gunshots and screams. Kanak engaged his blades and walked forward slowly, his camouflage still activated, his caster out and twitching at every movement or tinkling of broken glass. The interior of the tower looked like a warzone...

Well, war or not it was time to find some answers...

Sam and Brian pulled up out side the sewer, the opened the doors of the car and walked up to a door. But Brian turned as he heard a strange hiss thinking it was a snake but he saw nothing, Sam tapped him on the shoulder
"Come on lets look inside." Said Sam. Brian turned and nodded they opened the doors it stunk of rotten meat they pressed a bit deeper till they seen a strange structure like a hive. Suddenly a strange figure stumbled a head of them it was one of the missing people same seen his face on a poster.
"Please help me!" He said gasping for breath, he started to gurgle and scream. Sam lent down to help but he saw the guys chest and shirt move then blood spilled from his chest. Sam and Brian leaped back and saw a strange creature claw its way out of the wound.
"SHOOT IT!!! SHOOT THE fething THING!!" Yelled Sam him and Brian lifted their rifles and shot the thing. They heard screaming but this wasn't from and person they both turned and ran back to their car the burst through the doors and climbed into their car and drove back to the Station.

(really? gawd why do dm's always take the coolest stuff of my characters away???)

OOC: Dunno how to tell you Marta but the event aint over...you gotta PM Shas with your next actions and wait for him to finish the event...seems its a two parter...I'm trying to get Shas to okay my involvement in part two the event so cool your heels until the event is over...

Humans

They dare

Intrude

Hunter

Hunter

We call to you

They come

They come

Your brethren

Come

We have found

Their craft

Cloaked and undisturbed

In the forest

Follow the trail and kill the scouts

Kill them and the hive will survive

And more will come.

GAH I hate it when that happens

Alpha gripped the ground as his teeth grew longer and his carapace grew, he screamed and snarled. His hormones where changing, his species would go through a metamorphosis but Alpha's genetic enchantments had changed his way of life. After a painful 20 minutes of tissue growth, Alpha inspected the troops. His warriors bowed and shock, killing a queen was a 'crime' or wrong doing in the Xenomorph society but Alpha did not care. Alpha watched the hosts, blood erupted from their chests as new Norns emerged. He snarled and picked up a dropped bullet;

"Threat..."

Tyranic Marta wrote:(really? gawd why do dm's always take the coolest stuff of my characters away???)

I will automatically let you retrieve your coin, but you still have one less hand than you used to...

... arrogance made Ludias use the coin instead of taking out his pistol and shooting the Alien...

... and if anybody gets the referance by the acid on one side of Ludias' face, I will give you luck...

I do.

Ineptus, you now will not be hived as I originally planned...

yay!

I know, you must be so happy...

... I'll just go with my other idea which is having a police officer shoot you in da face...

... just joking...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:... and if anybody gets the referance by the acid on one side of Ludias' face, I will give you luck...

OOC: I actually think that gives him character...his coin has been described as defaced on one side and clean on the other kinda like two face in the Dark Knight...also seems to be a reoccurring theme in his cult too considering the whole statue with wings thing...

Yep, thats why I did it in a nutshell Warork...

... I didn't do it just to severely scar Ludias for life...

... however long that will be...

blood reaper wrote:Alpha gripped the ground as his teeth grew longer and his carapace grew, he screamed and snarled. His hormones where changing, his species would go through a metamorphosis but Alpha's genetic enchantments had changed his way of life. After a painful 20 minutes of tissue growth, Alpha inspected the troops. His warriors bowed and shock, killing a queen was a 'crime' or wrong doing in the Xenomorph society but Alpha did not care. Alpha watched the hosts, blood erupted from their chests as new Norns emerged. He snarled and picked up a dropped bullet;

"Threat..."

I think i've been rumbled!!!!

Templar...

... run...

... or go on a killing rampage! Do it! Do it!!!

One step ahead i'm in a car about 5 seconds to the station.

"...Kill..."

Alpha's Runners followed the car, they kept a steady pace and latched on to its back. Omega followed behind and grabbed onto its number plate before smashing the back window and snarling at the humans....

Oh God...

... not another event needing to take place...

... because if its one PC against another, you kind of have to...

"feth!!! WHAT ARE THESE THINGS!" Yelled Brian he lifted his rifle and fired at the creature it shrieked as it fell back.
"Yer it shouldn't be buging us any more.."Said brian but he saw it stand back up but it was badly hurt. Sam turned the car around
"I'm going to make it stay down!" Said Sam he slammed his foot on the peddle and the car raced towards the creature. The car crashed into its legs bending them inwards it scream rang through the street. Brian lifted his rifle and fired at the rest of the creatures their blood burning into the road. Sam turned the car around and sped of the the Police station.

Ive only injured omega.

...What did Shas just say? PC on PC combat has to be handled in an event...

The Runners do not give up, one slams itself against the end right wheel exploding in a acidic explosion that destroys the wheel stopping the car and allowing the Xenomorphs to advance.....

Kill.

Them.

All.

It's a NPC chasing me not Reaper.

"Oh gak!" Said Sam holding his rifle to his chin as did Brian. Suddenly gunshot came flying past.
"Thank god!"Said Brian the police had got some guns and arrived at the right time Sam and Brian left their car and help finish off the creatures.

Beta jumped out of the bushes along with the Warriors, they snarled and charged the few officers in seconds while a injured Omega and runner pack charged the humans. The Runners dodging enemy fire with ease...

"Quick into that building!" Yelled Sam pointing at the large towering building of flats the last remaining officers, Brian and Sam ran in. Sam took out a grenade pulled the pin and threw it at the group of aliens. Sam shut the doors and barricaded it up the explosion must have killed a lot, Sam followed the group and ran up to a higher floor and waited. They barricaded a whole hallway.

OK this is just stupid, police officers just appear and now four survivors just appear? Now the army? No way can that happen. I had my Xenomorph's spread out since the early sections of the RPG.

blood reaper wrote:OK this is just stupid, police officers just appear and now four survivors just appear? Now the army? No way can that happen. I had my Xenomorph's spread out since the early sections of the RPG.

Like I said...you should have waited for Shas to make an event...

true i will clear most of the last bit sorry.

Fine, I'll call a retreat he he he

A Xenomorph Warrior bursts through the window, grabbing one of the humans it snarls and drags him away while the other Xenomorphs begin to push the car towards the buildings entrance and throw the broken body of a runner against it. The Car explodes while the Aliens make their retreat.

oh crap!!!

I belive gak just went down in that place.....

Hosts.

Make them hosts.

Alpha snarled as conducted the Xenomorph attacks, his will refusing to give the pain any more control over his wracked body. Facehuggers scuttle towards the warehouse, ready to infect more humans.

blood reaper wrote:Hosts.

Make them hosts.

Alpha snarled as conducted the Xenomorph attacks, his will refusing to give the pain any more control over his wracked body. Facehuggers scuttle towards the warehouse, ready to infect more humans.

At least it not me!

Oh it won't be, Alpha really does want to meet those special humans. They are not hosts to him, you have a greater future than the others.

Now im going to wait for the event.

black templar wrote:Now im going to wait for the event.

Thats probably the smartest thing youve said in your entire life XD

Oh ha ha (!) its probably true XD

Theres a difference between arrogance and faith sometimes, and really, would the pistol have killed it anyway? I doubt it.

black templar wrote:Oh ha ha (!) its probably true XD

I speak the truth. You must now address me as the Oracle of Dakka XD

Catos wrote:

black templar wrote:Oh ha ha (!) its probably true XD

I speak the truth. You must now address me as the Oracle of Dakka XD

ALL HAIL........THAT GUY. XD

black templar wrote:

Catos wrote:

black templar wrote:Oh ha ha (!) its probably true XD

I speak the truth. You must now address me as the Oracle of Dakka XD

ALL HAIL........THAT GUY. XD

The power is all going to my head. This is probably bad.....