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

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

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

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

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

Name: Epsilon

Race: Xenomorph

Type of Xenomorph: Young Queen

Abilities: Second mouth, blades

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

Age: 2 weeks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

haha I shall endevour to make it so

I think I'm out till Shas is back.

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

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

There we go, bit of an intro to things

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

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

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

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

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

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

hahaha no problem mate

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

Another mercenary... this will be interesting.

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

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

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

Yes, someone could...

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

We....


.....Have


Returned....

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

My children.....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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