<strong>Lcpl. Roman “Rome” Beneke</strong><br/><br/>Rome liked Widow probably better than anyone in the squad. She was mean, she was tough, she was professional. She was a marine. But she was also sexy as hell. Her confidence, the way she carried herself… and those gorgeous blue eyes and blonde hair. She had just the right amount of curves and in all the right places and Rome was a sucker for blue-eyed, blonde haired women with ample curves and attitude.<br/><br/>Widow had seduced Rome a few months after her reassignment to Kilo. By<em>“seduced”</em>I mean to say that Widow wagged her finger at him and Rome had been all to happy to oblige. It was after a mission and the squad had returned to their transport ship. Widow was in her quarters undressing, getting ready to shower. She had left her door ajar, which was not uncommon. Had they been billeted in proper barracks, there would’ve been no individual quarters. Anyway, after removing her boots and trousers, she noticed Rome outside her door, leering. She noticed a particularly large lump in his combat trousers and decided then and there to try and fulfill his curiosity. Needless to say, her plan didn’t work. Mostly because it was a bad plan. But Rome’s super-hyper sex drive certainly didn’t help her plan either.<br/><br/>During their downtime, you know between missions, Rome often wondered what it would be like to fuck Senjo... to fuck a synthetic. What would it feel like? Are they anatomically correct on the inside too or would he end up ramming himself into machine parts on her insides. Did she get wet? Did her nipples stiffen? Did she feel pleasure? Could she cum? These were some of the things that busied Rome’s thoughts when they weren’t “in the field.” Even when they were “in the field” he often found his eyes on Widow’s or Senjo’s butt. He probably would be checking out Zippo too if she didn’t always wear that damned ape suit. Nevertheless, Rome never let his lust fueled thoughts interfere with his job. After all, he was a marine… a marine who enjoyed the reputation of being the best damned smartgun operator in the entire Division.<br/><br/>Widow had surprised Rome with her maneuver to his crotch and, although the pressure she applied to his… “gun” caused him some discomfort, he steeled his resolve, smiling at her through clinched, pearly white teeth. He leaned back into the back of the bench and his legs spread slightly. Jutting his jaw outwards and craning his neck towards her, he let out a low, guttural growl. She removed her booted foot and slapped his cheek again. The stinging sensation radiated from his cheek into the rest of his face but he maintained his defiant grin, as if to say<em>’Do your worst, bitch.’</em>. With a low, growling voice he muttered through clenched teeth,<strong>”When we get back to Mitchum…. You and me’s gonna have a go. And I’m not askin, either.’”</strong>He returned her wink and when she shoved her spoon back into his MRE pouch, he held it closer for her.<br/><br/>Widow’s head jerked towards the console where Senjo stood and Rome’s gaze followed. Without even thinking about anything, his eyes instantly settled on Senjo’s ass. He stood up as he heard Senjo mention her findings and strode towards the console to investigate further, shifting along the way to accommodate for the abuse his "gun" had just sustained. He stood behind and to the left of Senjo, peeking at the console’s screen over her shoulder. Rome remained silent through most of Senjo’s readings and analysis, trying to limit his interruptions.<br/><br/><strong>” …The power for that door is supplied by a line that runs along the side of the building. The creatures cut the power! How did they know to do that? Once they cut the power they just slid the damn thing open like it wasn’t even there…”</strong><br/><br/>Rome couldn’t help himself after hearing that bit and proclaimed,<strong>”Oh, that’s just fucking great. SMART Dickheads. Fan-fucking-tastic!”</strong>He glanced around to everyone quickly and held up both hands in an apology.<strong>”Sorry. Sorry, don’t mind the black man. Please, go on Senjo.”</strong><br/><br/>He listened as Senjo recounted the bit about the Mayor choosing to stay behind as a distraction to provide his people a diversion for escape. He whistled low and long, rubbing his hand over his bald head.<br/><br/><strong>”Now *THERE’S* a man with some balls of steel. Too bad his sacrifice was in vain.”</strong><br/><br/>Senjo conclude her summary of LV-1875’s logs and the Mayor’s personal logs in her matter-of-fact, expressionless tone.<br/><br/><em> "The logical conclusion is that Weyland-Yutani was experimenting on something over at their company facility. They were not able to contain it and it overran their security then came to the colony and destroyed that."</em><br/><br/>Rome arched his thick, dark brow in a sarcastic expression.<strong>”You don’t say? I wonder what they could <em>POSSIBLY</em> have had over there? Anyone?”</strong>He said sarcastically as he turned away from the terminal, moving back to his gear. Glancing back to the others as he sat down next to the stowed gear he’d removed earlier.<strong>"I don't know about *YA'LL* but my money is on poor Rosco's <em>"black dragon"</em> friends.</strong>Placing his hand on the M-56, he leaned back into the bench and smiled, bringing his other arm up to rest along its’ back.<strong>”Guess this means our mission is complete, right Sarge? We’re getting off this rock, right? I mean, we know why we lost communications with the colony and we know that all the colonists are dead,  and we even know what killed them. That was our mission. Game over, man. Game over. Back to the Mitchum.”</strong>He glanced at Widow and winked with a toothy grin, though inwardly he knew that FATHER would relay new orders and have Kilo investigate further.<br/>