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

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

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

You

You

You

Stopped us

Once

Once

We

Arise

Once more

And

Like a

Black tide

We shall wash over

This backwater world

You are all hosts

But some

Are

Like us.

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

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

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

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

... so says the Kaiser!!!

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

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

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

... so says the Kaiser!!!

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

I can do that...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unless Kanak intervened...

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

And strangely enough...it did.

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

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

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

You

You

Intervene

I will allow this

But

My warriors

Shall retreat

Find new hosts

Now Hunter

Return to your games

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

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

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

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

I thought those where mine? Eh.

Fine

But do not

Believe I am weak

Your arrogance blinds you .

Incredibly.

Watch your back, Omega and Beta have their orders.

And protect my hive with undying loyalty.

Enjoy your pets.

One seems to be a prime choic for my plans.

He will serve for a great cause indeed.

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

You come

You serve for my needs human.

You are greater

Than the others

You can become greater

My right hand man

Rather Xenomorph

Ha, ha, ha, I seem to become

More greater everyday

So human do you wish to gain power?

Nice posts Warork! Love the epic Predator entrance!

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was black and bony.

Serpent like.

And his sight was different.

Welcome to the hive my friend.

Woo Hoo!!!

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

What shall do do for you my Queen?

Enjoy Xenomorphhood he he he.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good

We have hosts

Now find more

Seeking power like

You

They will become

Like us

We evolve

Seek them

Now

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

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

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

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

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

Really Shas? I feel loved

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kill

Them

All

Unless

They submit to my

Newest servant

Otherwise

They are meat

Hosts

Nothing more