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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.