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

That stuff belongs in PM's Trolly...

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

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

And Trolly, so you're in the event?

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

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

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

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

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

Failure

You could have

Given us away

But I did no....

No.

Prepare,

Prey must be found, new prey

New Prey of greater strength

And without fear

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

I'll appear to meet my newest employers.

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

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

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

WARORK93 wrote:

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

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

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

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

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

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

I await it eagerly...

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

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

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

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

no gak sherlock.

Yeah...

How about you be good boy, and post?



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

I thought we were waiting for an event?

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

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

Progress

Great

Progress

Find him

The Hunter

Hunter of

Heads

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Many years earlier...

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

And now, all that remained was Kanak...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You

are

a

Hunter

You seek

Prey

You seek

The Serpents

We have come

Prove

Your self


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

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

My evil plan goes unnoticed

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

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

Typical.

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

O.o.O

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

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

We need to wait for WARORK anyways.

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

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

(IIRC, it was only about 6 xenomorphs.)

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



Mark's new toy

"Baby" Nambu (Japanese imperial army type 14)

(WWII surplus)



specifications:


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

Ahh crap! I want in on this!