Crawling Dark (An Aliens vs. Predator RP)

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**black templar**

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.

**WARORK93**

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...

**The glass ninja**

I shall edit.

**The glass ninja**

Done

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

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...

**Catos**

Okay right then: Sign me up Shassy!

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Make a character sheet then...

**blood reaper**

Catos is back? Oh my.....

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

So it may seem...

**Catos**

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)

**blood reaper**

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

**Catos**

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.....

**WARORK93**

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...

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

“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.”

**blood reaper**

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

**ineptus astartes**

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?

**blood reaper**

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.

**ineptus astartes**

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.

**Catos**

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

Yes. Yes I am XD.

**ineptus astartes**

You're...kidding, right?

(please tell me you're kidding)

**TrollPie**

"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."

**Catos**

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

(please tell me you're kidding)

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

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

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...

**TrollPie**

@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.

**ineptus astartes**

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?"

**blood reaper**

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

**TrollPie**

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!!!!"

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

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?

**Catos**

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....."

**TrollPie**

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.