<strong>Corporal John Morden</strong><br/><br/>Fascination.  That wasn't something he should have been feeling at this moment.  Perhaps it would have been healthier to focus on more human activities, like filling his growling stomach and resting the body that even now protested after the exertion of firing his rifle under the dual effects of adrenaline and combat stims.  Maybe he should have been joking like Rome, or thinking about acting upon the sexual urges that didn't exist.  The mere thought of it brought a dry smirk to his face.  If he recalled correctly, the one word that seemed to be used most frequently to describe his appearance was<em>creepy</em>.  Only here, in the middle of an abandoned facility overrun by 'dragons', was he suddenly about as frightening as an Easter bunny.<br/><br/><strong>"Interesting,"</strong>Reaper let slip, pulling his helmet off and holding it against his abdomen before placing it against the nearest table.  Feeling the smooth, round surface.  He wondered, briefly, if the creatures laid eggs.<strong>"These <em>dragons.</em>  Such murderous things.  No bodies left.  Mentioned, bones bent <em>outwards</em>.  Spider-like creatures attached to the face.  Haven't seen those yet.  Different part of the life cycle?"</strong><br/><br/>His voice came out in quick bursts, dry and analytical.  He leaned against the table, lost in thought yet staring darkly ahead as always.<strong>"Bursting, from the inside.  Seems so old hat.  Alien impregnation?  Using us like wombs.  Developing.  I wonder if they used the <em>dogs</em> too."</strong><br/><br/>Reaper's head snapped up as he addressed the rest of Kilo.<strong>"Something Rosco mentioned.  A <em>big</em> one.  Perhaps, a leader?  A queen.  They act like bugs, don't they.  Swarming forward, no care for their own safety.  All for the good of the hive.  Giant, intelligent ants."</strong><br/><br/>Then, almost as an aside:<strong>"Remarkable..."</strong>