Aliens: P3X525
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				Title: <strong>Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 22:29:37</strong>
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				Briefing Room, Prometheus Space Station-<br><br>Standing at the front of a room a tall male with short dark hair looked at the group of marines before him. The silver leaves on his shoulders signified that he was a Lieutenant Colonel. He looked back and forth among them before he looked at a woman wearing a suit in the corner. Looking back to the marines he folded his arms over his chest.<br><br>"We have a situation on the planet below. The complex has gone dark, and we're going in to find out why. Yutani is sending a representative with you to insure their interests are kept safe and to make sure you don't go tearing into things you don't need to be tearing into. We have sent messages time and again to the planet, but we haven't found anything. Until one of our comm officers got this from a relay." he said, nodding at another male who hit a button.<br><br>The wall behind the Lt. Colonel lit up bright blue as static came up. The screen flickered before a woman appeared, her long hair tied back in a pony tail, her body clad in black clothes under a white lab coat.<br><br>"This is Doctor Miranda Blake! Can anybody read this?" she begged, looking over her shoulder panicing. "We need immediate evacuation! There has been a breech in security! Get us out of-"<br><br>The screen cuts to static again for a moment before it returns to normal. Kicking and screaming Dr. Blake is tugging at something around her throat as she's pulled around the corner.<br><br>"YOU!" she screamed<br><br>The doctor's feet are the only things still visible kicking violently at the ground before jerking to a stop. Shortly after that they're dragged out of view. After a few more minutes more screams could be heard as another woman ran into the room. A bright flash of light came from behind her. It incinerated the top half of her body before knocking the camera out.<br><br>"That's all we have. We can only theorize as to what was going on but we believe that someone broke into the weapon's lab, took one of the weapons being developed, and has gone postal on everyone down there. Any questions?" the Lt. Colonel asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 00:17:55</strong>
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				Roxborough sat half-turned in her chair, one arm loped over its back, while listening to the Lt. Colonel inform them of the known situation. She's only clad in BDU's and boots of course, her appearance relaxed and outwardly untouched by the news that she and her fellow squad members were about to drop down into a combat zone of unknown nature. But she was full of activity on the inside; relief mixing with wariness over finding the months long inactivity coming to an end at last.<br><br>She did raise an eyebrow at the contents of the recording, though it was hard to tell what she really felt about it. Turning her head she looked over at the other marines, gauging for reactions while thinking over the situation. When the Lt. Colonel queried for questions, she raised her hand and waited for confirmation before speaking up:<br><br>"<em>How long since the situation began? Was there a marine detachment on site, and if so, how big? Other than us in this room, how will the force be made up? APC's? Dropships? What sort of backup do we have?</em>"
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				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 04:07:11</strong>
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				"We are sending ten squads. You and nine others. You will be the ones going in to the Citadel to find out what happened here and if you encounter enemy force you are authorized to take any measures needed to take them down. We recieved this at zero five hundred hours this morning. We have tried to contact them but the communications array with the Citadel is down. We've made contact with a few of the outposts but nobody's getting a response. As for additional support the marines on base will be providing that.<br><br>"This squad will touch down on Alpha-nine. That's the closest outpost to the Citadel. But they don't house any marines there. It's a minor research facility studying some of the plants on site. Once down on the planet you will enter the Citadel from the north eastern loading bay. Once there the situation should become more evident and if need be you and the other squads will begin search and rescue."
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 11:14:14</strong>
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				Jennifer Diaz, an aspiring life long enlisted Marine with no goals to push up into the ranks of officers, had been on so many bogus rescue missions where a postal colonist blew up the communications array as ground forces put rounds into his ass that she almost, almost for a second, considered this something along the same lines. But one does not survive combat drops expecting the normal, Jennifer was alive today because she was prepared for the worst, the absolute worst. Today, it would seem it was going to stretch her imagination to the limits as to what would be 'worse' than the situation being painted out for her now. The young CommTech had her BDU's and drop boots already on, and her sidearm was secured to her thigh. She was combat ready, so she liked to believe. Her eyes scanned the room periodically while she leaned comfortably into her chair.<br><br>Jennifer wrote a few things down on her TCT Datapad as the briefing went on. Her eyes lingered only for a second as the video played, nothing really caught her attention till the end. The weapon. It disintegrated someone quite easily, and cleanly, which was bad because M3 didn't protect against that level of badass. Her head throbbed at the idea of someone having energy weapons, and it did dawn on her to comment as to why ground forces couldn't secure highly dangerous weapons at the first sign of trouble, or if they even knew. That kind of question gets one thrown out to a far-reaching colony where even God hasn't been yet. Still, Jennifer's experience taught her to never underestimate what someone might do for a profit, she'd seen it before and on nearly every combat mission she'd jumped on things went haywire sometime after they got comfy. These rescue missions were always unpredictable because the first thing to go nuts in a crisis is information, and the second is judgment. That meant colonists, if any were alive, would possibly be armed and a bit trigger happy. Aggressive Marines plus antsy and armed colonists meant a bomb meeting a lit fuse in a bar.<br><br>She used her booted foot to drag the chair which had her feet propped up a little closer. She saved her notes on the datapad and put it down on her leg, clipping the small pen back into place. Her notes consisted of a basic drawing of what she thought the facility might look like with damaged hallways from her limited memory of the place, names of anyone of importance and of course her personal input; which usually revolved around using weapons, explosives or all of the above. Anything else that came up she'd just update her notes or lock it up in her head. When the question floor was open, Jennifer cleared her throat quietly and raised her hand. "<strong>Sir, what kind of technology was being researched at the Citadel? Should we expect more energy weapons? What about biologicals, should we go in under the impression we have an airborne threat?</strong>" Jennifer asked loudly, her eyes never leaving the Lieutenant Colonel's, but her back was straight and her knees bent 90 degrees with her feet on the floor. Natural response from being on a ship for so long, flag officers everywhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 11:23:03</strong>
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				"There is no way to be certain there aren't airborn toxins in the facility. For all we know someone went mad after eating something he shouldn't have. We're going to be giving each of you what the egg-heads down below had termed a 'Yipper'. God only knows what that's supposed to mean but the syringe is auto injecting. You wont have to do anything but press it against your neck. According to Doctor Blake's reports on it, it's designed to counter act every virus they've ever encountered on the planet below. Though there's no way to ask her now, obviously. Yutani's also been kind enough to supply our drop teams with rebreathers. These will keep anything out of your lungs that shouldn't be there. It'll let you breathe in water if you have to." he said, pacing back and forth. "We don't know what kind of weapons development they were doing, if anything, but as a rule if there's one energy weapon there are bound to be dozens more."
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				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 05:30:11</strong>
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				Veronica Maxwell was one of the very few synthetics actually a part of the marines. In fact, she wasn't entirely certain there were any synthetics besides herself on the entire station, though she hadn't precisely looked the information up. She'd been transferred to the station what seemed like ages ago, away from the only family she had, though she knew it was for her own good. A good deal of her time had been spent on the colony, either studying or working with the other marines. Being what she was though, she had mostly ostracized herself from the rest of the squad she was in, knowing full well how most humans regarded her 'kind'.<br><br>Veronica Maxwell had quickly made her way to the briefing room when she'd received the call, dressing into her BDU's as swiftly as she could manage. Thankfully, when she did arrive on scene, only a few others had gathered there before her, allowing her to relax somewhat as she seated herself into one of the numerous chairs facing the screen at the front. She sat quite stiffly, legs pressed together with her hands resting in her lap, looking very much like a new recruit, despite being familiar with combat. Her bright, golden eyes nervously watched the rest of the team assemble before her attention was taken by the Lieutenant Colonel at the front. It wasn't long before a small frown decorated her features, the gruesome sight of the two women being killed so quickly doing little for her self esteem. Briefly she looked over to Sergeant Jennifer Diaz as the woman asked several important and useful questions before her gaze slid back to the tall male before her.<br><br>With a sudden, soft sigh she raised her hand in the air, yellow orbs focusing on the Lieutenant Colonel before she spoke. "What is the priority of our mission, sir? Will we be focusing finding and taking down the terrorists? Or will we be attempting to funnel as many civilians as we can to safety? And what about potential hostage situations?" Veronica was understandably nervous about the entire situation. They had no idea on the numbers of the individuals that were attacking the facility, nor what sort of armaments they possessed. Furthermore, she wasn't entirely sure anyone on their team had dealt with hostage negotiations before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 09:32:38</strong>
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				Jay was standing, leaning against the back wall, in his combat armor. He rarely sat down where people could get behind him. It made him vulnerable. He watched his squad mates asked questions, looking to the Lt. Col. when they'd completed the question. Jay's sniper rifle was for hostage negotiations. Unless the terrorist huddled in a pile directly behind a wall of hostage, Jay would've taken a limb off somewhere. His kind of negotiation. Sure, Jay was good in normal combat, but sniping was his specialty. He doubted there would be much opportunity to use his sniper rifle, but he would find a use for it eventually. He always did.<br><br>"And, uh, when we find civilians... Then what? Take them with us? Send them to the outpost?" he asked. "Cause, I'm pretty sure it occurred to everyone else on the station to head for the outposts... And obviously none of them made it" he voiced, then fiddled with the camera on the side of his helmet, then pulled it on and looked up to the Lt. Cpl. again. It seemed typical to grab one of the best marine squads you've got and throw them in blindly. That never made sense to Jay. Work out what you're up against, then send the right man for the job... Or squad. Jay watched the clip with disinterest. It was so typical. Person starts transmission, and typically, the big bad enemy was just around the corner, banging on the door. Person gets killed, and transmission gets cut. Why was there no feed from the marines, or the security station? Surely not everyone dropped dead down there. However, it did defuse his idea of there simply being a mass power failure.<br><br>It had happened before. A station goes dark, marines go racing in and nothing at all. Just a bunch of idiots sitting around in the dark with their thumbs up their asses. Jay's interest had been grabbed, though. He didn't care what had killed the girls, it meant combat. Sweet, glorified, combat. Sure, he was a gun freak battle hungry jerk, but that's only because the cigarettes or old age were going to kill him the way life was going. Get in, blow stuff up, shoot some things, save some people, get laid, shoot some more stuff, get in the ship, blow some more stuff up. Sounds like Jay's kinda battle. Although, how was he supposed to fight something if he didn't know what it was? He'd crush it, burn it, stab it... Whatever it took. Looking up at the Lt. Cpl., he was now sort of hoping to be ordered to the drop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 09:52:08</strong>
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				"Any civilians encountered, are to be deployed to the outposts. But your mission consists of more than just simple checking up on people... This group is to go in and find a particular scientist. You are to locate and extract doctor Elizabeth Lockesly. She's the head of research down there. You are to extract her no matter what the cost." the Lt. Colonel said, looking at the woman from Yutani in the back. "She has very sensitive material that is being developed for military purposes. I'm not at liberty to say what that is. But leaving without her is out of the question. If she's dead then retrieve the data. If there's a hostage situation you are to stall until a negotiator arrives."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 19:14:28</strong>
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				Roxborough looked over to her sergeant who had just spoken up, raising her brow at what the woman had to say. She hadn't thought of any of that herself and that left her somewhat annoyed. But it also reinforced her confidence in her squad leader that she thought of whatever Cali missed. Good one to serve under, that woman.<br><br>She was less happy noticing lance corporal Jackson leaning up against the wall. It wasn't what he had to say - his points were valid enough - but that confidence of his. She had a deep rooted mistrust of people who honestly craved combat. She got the adrenaline kick same as everyone else and spoke of getting some action when the quiet periods dragged on, but the dread of being fired upon was always there. She had both evaded and been struck by bullets and shrapnel and either were unpleasant enough.<br><br>And there was that synth: Maxwell. Roxborough didn't really mind her being a synthetic, though it didn't make her any friendlier either, but that one could use a little <em>more</em> confidence. The two women (more or less) had never been in combat together and Roxborough could honestly say she hoped it wouldn't come to that. An aggressive war dog like Jackson would be a preferable choice to watch her back than someone who looked as green as the synth did. On the other hand, she <em>was</em> a colonial marine and that fact alone should count for something.<br><br>Turning back to the Lieutenant Colonel, she perked her ears to his reply to Maxwell's questions. Tilting her head, she once more brought up her hand.<br>"<em>Sir; how will we know what information we are supposed to gather? There must be hundreds of computers, thousands of hard drives.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 03:42:36</strong>
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				"You'll know exactly what to bring back because the doctor will have it on her, or stashed somewhere. You'll only have to review her personal logs to find it, if the unfortunate has occured. Now, listen up. The drop ship leaves in ten minutes from deck nine. Get moving. I want you ready five minutes ago." he said before he turned, leaving.<br><br>The Yutani representative followed, grinning darkly as she followed him. Her long silver hair flowed down her back trailing behind her as she went.
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				Post by: <strong>Fantasy Fan</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 03:54:07</strong>
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				Dr. Alec Tennilman typed quickly on the keyboard of one of the many computers in the room, his body leaning over the table it sat on and his face drawn down into a deep frown. This was wrong. <em>Everything</em> was wrong; it was all just...wrong. The tentative connection between the computer he was currently using and the main system interface was wrong, the fact that only two other living people occupied the room besides himself was wrong, and the fact that they still weren't certain as to what had happened was wrong. The two marines in the room, Alec still didn't know their names, were on either side of him as he worked. Weapons in theirs hands, they were constantly sweeping the room for any sign of movement.<br><br>Though there was light enough to see, a fair number of the room's power circuits had been knocked out, making most of the lights and computers within it useless. A quick bypass code had allowed Alec to reactivate the security locks on the room's three doors, and all of them were now shut and sealed, able to be opened from the inside only. <em>How the hell did someone get through</em> my <em>security system in the first place?</em> Alec's eyes tightened as the unbearably frustrating fact surfaced in his mind once again; someone had hacked <em>his</em> system. Several bodies, all bloodied and torn to pieces, were scattered on the floor, and a few were draped across tables. Some form of alien species, Alec thought they were Xenomorphs, and his suspicions had been backed up when another marine, dead now, had nearly wet himself when he saw the body of one. Apparently, someone had either been keeping a few on base, or the creatures had taken their sweet time in showing themselves.<br><br>Alec suspected the former though; Xenomorphs couldn't have disabled the security system, someone on the inside had to have done that. As it was, the base's entire communications array had been knocked out, and all of Alec's attempts to get it functioning again were being met with utter failure. It had taken the better part of an hour just to reactivate the security system in a local area, a process that should've taken no more than five to ten minutes. For the time being, it seemed that the only option left was to try and wait it out; an option whose most likely outcomes weren't very promising.
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 10:35:29</strong>
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				Jay straightened, and saluted when the Lt. Col. left the room, then relaxed and headed through the armory. He walked to his locker, and opened it, pulling his sniper rifle, and his assault rifle. He slung it over his back, and sat his rifle against the bench. He began readying up for combat, grabbing his knives and medkits, and whatever else he usually carried, then grabbed his rifle up. Closing the locker, he glimpsed around quickly, before heading to the drop ship. He walked to a window on the way there, and stared down at the planet. What the hell was going on down there? He would figure it out, eventually.<br><br>Jay looked around, waiting for his squad leader to come, and slowly dawdled towards the drop ship. He wasn't too happy about this mission. Usually, they got at least a little bit of intel. It was generally wrong, but it did help a little. What was on the planet that was so dangerous? And why run from it? Chances are, if it can kill you, its bigger and meaner than you are.
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 10:47:21</strong>
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				Jennifer squinted at the Lt. Colonel as he glanced at the Yutani-rep after saying 'at any cost', with slight hesitation. She ran her tongue across her top teeth in thought, as the Lt. Colonel and the Yutani woman left, Jennifer stood up and saluted as the man exited the room. Lowering her arm, Jennifer raised her TCT Datapad and added into her notes an extra air of caution, because she knew what Weyland Yutani cared about and she wasn't on that list, nor were her Marines. "<strong>Alright people, you heard the man. I want to see dirty Marines in pretty, shiny armor most yesterday. Weapons check and inspect in 2 minutes in the hangar bay, and make sure you upload a picture of Doctor Lockesly to your pads, don't want to walk right by her.</strong>" Jennifer barked out, grabbing her own hair and twisting it backward into a pony tail, tying it off with a small rubber band. She had to remember to pick up some more hair-friendly ties next time she was at the PX.<br><br>Jennifer quickly left the briefing room and went straight for the armory. Immediately dawning her kneepads, elbowpads and strapping on the various belts and webbings, she hauled her M3 body armor out of her locker and dropped it onto her shoulders from above her head. She fastened every strap and lock securely, before finally filling up her combat webbing with ammuniction and her gear. She checked the radio and various freqencies, as well as double checking her repair and hacking kits for functionality, finishing with the motion tracker. Finally, she pulled the M41A1 Pulse Rifle out and ran quick inspection, jabbing a magazine into the catch as the ammo counter lit up. Jennifer removed the magazine and shouldered her rifle, grabbing her helmet and slamming the locker closed, sqeezing by the roomful of Marines and making a quick walk out to the hangar and zig zagging past all of the activity finally arriving at the dropship. She did a quick double inspection of her important gear before putting her helmet on but leaving it unsecured for the moment.<br><br>The hangar was bustling with frantic activity and Jennifer simply waited calmly for everything to begin. She approached Lance Corporal Jackson from behind and quickly tugged at his armor and webbings, moving around to his front and inspecting his cover, his armor and leaving his weapon to his own vices; Jennifer knew how snipers felt about people touching their gear. "<strong>Stay hard Jackson, Ooh-rah</strong>" Jennifer nodded, giving the Lance Corporal a motherly tap on the side of the head, wandering back into the more open area in front of the dropship.
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				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 19:00:00</strong>
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				Roxborough was up at the first note of Sergeant Diaz' voice, hustling out the briefing room with the rest of the marines. The less time for thought about this corporate clean-up detail the better, she decided, and was fast at her locker, yanking on the armoured breastplate and shin guards of the M3 defense system before getting to work on her gas mask. Her head covered, she strapped on the fuel tank of her incinerator unit, the nozzle secured along its side and hooked the strap from her M37 shotgun into a ring on her chest piece. She slung the rest over her arm and hastily donned it as she stumbled along the corridors to the hangar. <br><br>Out in the open she quickly strapped her helmet on and reach behind her to disengage the incinerator, holding it out in front of her. She opened a valve behind her head and checked the light by the feed connector under the weapon to confirm there was no blockage. Activating the lighting unit under the nozzle, she confirmed that the flame appeared and would ignite the napalm when it was time. She flicked it off and then followed the Sergeant, stopping a few feet away from her in front of the dropship.
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				Post by: <strong>AthenaNude</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 19:05:42</strong>
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				After having cooly and methodically checked her weapons, as she always did before a mission of this sort, Lisa came to regard the process as more of a ritual than standard military procedure.&nbsp; She took a good look around at her fellow soldiers as she prepped for the mission.&nbsp; Winking at Sparky Diaz, Corporal Knapp, Veronica Maxwell, and Roxborough.&nbsp; Lisa made certain the info on Locksley was uploaded in her pad as was the technical data as well for her recon patrol.&nbsp; The area designated for her mission was dubbed the "bug hive" because the xenomorphs there were more insectoid than the lizard-like creatures the rest of the group would be encountering.&nbsp; The plan from up high was for Lisa to break away and sneak in the back way (where the insect xenos were expected to be) while the rest of the group unwittingly created a diversion at the 'front door.'&nbsp; It was tough for Lisa to withold mission information from her team mates like this, especially when it was info that could put her in extreme danger, but there was no other way and if she didn't agree to the mission she'd have been booted from the corps in total disgrace.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't tell if Veronica knew something was going on or not...it was always difficult for her to fool the synthetic...and Roxborough possibly might be aware of something, given her experience.&nbsp; But overall, Lisa was pretty certain the plan had a chance for success and she was the one to make it happen.&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling at her companions, Lisa looked nothing like a war veteran at all but more like a chipper, cheerful, soccer mom in a helmet and body armor.&nbsp; Something her companions had teased her about constantly in the past so much that it's become almost second nature now.
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				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 21:12:46</strong>
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				Pfc. Veronica Maxwell observed her superiors quietly as her questions were answered among with the rest of the inquiries by her squad. Her eyes remained glued to the screen until the tall male excused them. A small surge of suspicion came over her as she watched the female doctor walk off before she quickly rose and saluted, remaining stiffly in position until the two vacated the room. When Jennifer turned to them and barked those orders however, Veronica once more saluted as she briskly replied. "Yes ma'am!" The synthetic only relaxed after her superior left, releasing a heavy sigh before following the marines to the armory.<br><br>As everyone began putting on their respective gear, she too began to fasten the armored vest onto her body. She slipped on various belts, stuffing her handgun into her hip holster while sliding her non-standard knives into their respective sheaths. Finally she took a hold of the quite large M56 Smart Gun, one which only possessed a strap to slide it onto her body rather than the vest that normally accompanied such a weapon; being a synthetic, she was able to hold the bulky weapon easily.<br><br>While Veronica checked her weapons and went about arming herself with considerable ammo, she couldn't help but examine her teammates. Some appeared very excited over the whole ordeal, while others seemed stressed. As usual, her cheeks did redden slightly at that playful wink from Lisa, one of the very few marines that seemed to actually be friendly with her. A small smile came to Veronica's lips in return, though she did note the slight unease in the female marine, which she didn't understand what it was regarding.<br><br>Veronica wasn't the last to arrive at the hanger where her teammates were filing up, but neither was she the first. She stopped behind those that were already there, quickly straightening and giving a salute to Jennifer. "Ready ma'am."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 01:53:50</strong>
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				As the squad prepped, Corporal Jennings quietly passed them by, the pilot’s attention drawn mostly to the datapad she held than the hardened marines around her. Her face flickered with light as the information she required appeared onscreen before her, the data reflecting off her dark sunglasses. Beside a picture of Lockesly, her image resembling that of a minx more than a scientist, she was skimming through weather reports, possible landing zones, safe zones, etc. Seemed like the planet bore some similarities to earth, it was almost enough info to leave her yawning, which meant the ease of the drop could vary from comfortable to tricky. A small part of her was hoping for the latter, she loved giving the marines that stomach-in-throat sensation. It was the only time she got her kicks in a mission before being left behind to watch the ship - as if it needed it most of the time. <br><br>Unlike the squad she had little to don - the comfort of an open army jacket colored in sandy and dark browns, exposing a dark black tank top and silver dog tags, enough to tide her by. The only resemblance she had to her fellow soldiers was the matching pants, protective shin guards and plate knee-caps.&nbsp; There was no thought behind the assemblage of her outfit aside from how snug she felt, the little protection she did consider taking the form of a small side-arm holstered to her hip. In the end, dressing up in full tactical gear would have just hindered her ability to pilot. All she needed was her fingerless, taupe, gloves and a flight stick between her fingers.<br><br>Passing the Yutani rep’ on her way out Jennings paused and glanced over her shoulder, hand resting on her gun and glasses lowered as she caught the corporate lemming in the eyes. “Hey suit,” she joked, a thin smile playing across her lips, “Try to keep your stomach in check while on <em>my</em> ship.” Not waiting for an answer, she broke eye-contact and continued her casual approach to the dropship, her baby, the UD4L. Spotting a nearby crate and without a break in her step, she slipped the datapad she’d been carrying over its surface before reaching up with both hands to straighten her blue beret, trying to appear her best for her only love. Noticing the soldiers already huddled by her craft’s entrance, she gave them barely a side-glance as she stepped up the ramp. She wasn’t too acquainted with any of them, having had her nose in a good novel for most of the flight, even during mess, but had been given some light details on their points of expertise. They seemed like a solid bunch, most colonial marines were.<br><br>There was Jay, the sniper and so, by default, likely the loner of the bunch, his type normally confined to hidden vantages and lookouts rather than the front line during missions. If you want to be dramatic you could say Val basically saw those who worked in his field as the silent watchers of their squad, a scope and normally higher ground giving them the ability to guard the backs of their colleagues or relay valuable intel. Jennings couldn’t even begin to imagine how exposed one might feel, sitting atop some high point, all alone, with nobody watching your back, hoping that the enemy didn’t happen to just stumble on your position; definitely an expertise which required its fair share of nerves. Otherwise, he was handsome enough for a grunt. Give him a pair of shades to go with that M3 armor, trimmed goatee and rifle and he’d simply scream badass, or at least more so. Despite this, at least in the corporal’s eyes, he seemed more like a colonial marine calendar model than a proper soldier; Val wouldn’t mind the swimsuit edition if they had.<br><br>Corporal Jackson had some stiff competition for the face of the marine core however, his sergeant’s soft features and flowing blonde hair making her a perfect candidate for the next Yutani shampoo commercial. Impertinent thoughts aside, Val didn’t doubt that Diaz, or Sparky as some said, had earned the position of group leader. Sergeants were normally the toughest and most experienced, even more so than higher ranks, from what she’d noted in most of her drops. At the very least, judging by her bark, she could talk the talk but it was her walk that had Val interested. A somewhat casual two-finger salute and respectful, “Ma’am” was about the extent of her exchange as she passed the ranking officer, her gaze drifting only briefly over the curves of the soldier as she wondered what hidden talent or strength hid behind that seemingly soft exterior. The sergeant would make a perfect fit for the Yutani rep’s suit, probably even more than the actual rep.<br><br>Not one to disobey, even if she had little to inspect, Val entered the dropship and started up a diagnostic program in the cockpit before exiting and shuffling in with the rest of the troops gathered outside. Finding a spot to sit, she hefted herself up onto a random crate, leaning back on her arms and checking the crowd as she waited for the order to move out.<br><br>First to catch her eye was the redheaded beacon amongst the soldiers. She knew little of synthetics aside from the fact that combat models were normally used as fodder for the more dangerous excursions; always good to have one about in a sticky situation for this reason. If the corporal had any say in the mission she’d have Veronica being the first one in and last one out. Of course, Val was completely unaware that the model before her was actually different in a few ways from the typical synthetic. The only real noticeable difference to her was that unlike the others this one was a lot more appealing. It was a nice change from the endless horde of synthetics based off old, saggy, execs or top, yet graying, colonial commanders. The corporal had to admit a hint of curiosity as to what brought on this pleasant change of design or even who she was sculpted to resemble, if anyone.<br><br>Allowing her gaze to drift, she soon found herself looking upon the ‘soccer mom’ of the group. Val could sort of see how such a nickname might catch for some, especially if they hadn’t seen what the ‘mom’ hid under all that combat dress. The corporal had no doubt that even then the muscles of that built body were pressing tightly against the underneath of the scout’s M3 armor, just waiting to burst out. She first noticed as everyone was preparing for the sleep of the long journey, the sight reminding her how deceiving looks could be. Out of the entire crew, Lisa Lewis was the last one Val would ever want to cross, no matter how friendly her demeanor. She may have not appeared the most dangerous but the pilot had no doubt she could handle herself and she preferred the strength she could measure, like Roxborough’s, as opposed to the one that remained hidden.<br><br>Now Cali, she looked dangerous on top of being packed with tough, rippling, muscles; the latter hidden under all the gear. With a tousled hairdo and a few scars making it look as if she’d just freshly stepped out of the hell of a battle, Val thought her choice of weapon, the flamethrower, fitted her perfectly. Still, despite her tough exterior, the corporal couldn’t deny a subtly striking appearance about the dark-haired trooper, almost as if the scars, unkempt hair and muscle added rather than took away. The pyro-nut definitely had found her niche in life. Val wouldn’t mind seeing how Cali handled herself in the mission; she’d known some pretty tough looking marines to crack under pressure, she wondered if the soldier before her was like those other deceiving men and women. That is, if there even was anything to deal with on the ground. They still knew so little of the situation.<br><br>The team was definitely a diverse lot, more so than usual, even if it did seem to be a little short on testosterone much to the pilot’s disappointment. Jennings had no idea what was waiting for them on the surface but come what may, they looked prepared. Thankfully as the pilot she’d be sticking with the ship as the marines tore apart whatever threat they encountered within the base. She wasn’t sure she’d want to see what they’d do to the poor saps that had disrupted Yutani’s interests. The corporal was thinking terrorists; they wouldn’t need so much firepower for much else. Or it could even be a rival corporation. The former would be better as rivals were often well armed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 02:33:02</strong>
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				The 'suit' didn't say a word as she boarded the drop ship, her focus on a datapad in her hand as she moved to sit in one of the spots. She waited patiently as she sat there, looking over a few things. She had her hair pulled back out of her eyes as she grinned. The reports from the company were giving her green lights for her mission. It would be very fun to get that data, though she had to figure out how she'd be getting off planet at that point. She'd need the marines with her, it seemed, if she wanted to use the drop ship. But then again the auto pilot was useful for multiple reasons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 06:51:53</strong>
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				Jay drew his cigarettes, then looked up and saw the "Thank you for not smoking in the drop ship area" sign. He looked around his team, then shook his head slowly, before walking behind some crates, blocking view of him from the walk way. He drew his lighter, and lit the cigarette, taking a deep draw of it. No one wanted to deal with a pissed off sniper, so taking away his cigarettes had never occured to anyone. Besides his old squad. But they had all died, and Jay had been the only one to escape. Ironically, it was anger that helped him escape from the situation. The others had said sit and wait, and Jay had stormed off. The room was rushed at every entrance, and the entire team was slaughtered.<br><br>Jay shook the memories from his head, and drew the necklace from his armor, then pressed the cross to his lips. Though the cross was very small, "Mel" was written across, and "Belinda" was written down it. Mel was his sister, and Belinda his mother. Both were butchered in a colony on the outter reach. Suprisingly, that wasn't the cliche reason he'd joined the marines. Jay had looted a gun from a fallen attacker of his colony, and when help finally arrived, he had honed his sharp shooting skills. Growing up, he trained his eyes and his lungs. There was very little he couldn't do with a sniper rifle.<br><br>Jay had always had the lucky streaks as the loner of the group. This was his third squad, both dying only just over he had left the squad. The first, was the incident with the cigarettes and sitting tight, and the second, he was sent to do the scout's job, and the drop ship was hit and went down. He didn't mind being alone, but company was the only thing he wanted in this world.<br><br>Jay turned, and leaned against the crate, wondering what fate had become of his ex girlfriend. He hoped it wasn't something nice, like she'd found some form of storage room to lock her self in with enough supplies to last. Of course, Jay didn't hate her for no reason. She had been with several others whilst with him, then turned down his proposal of marriage because she wasn't interested in a full time relationship with him. When he broke up with her for cheating on him, her reasoning was "I Thought we were in a relationship where that was okay". Jay shook her from his thoughts, and dropped the cross down his armor again, then took another drag of his cigarette.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 05:05:38</strong>
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				Jennifer was fixing up her pony tail, looking into a small reflective box around the front of the dropship waiting for the pilot, her mind wandered to the mission and her concerns. None of them would ever be voiced, obviously, she had to many things to worry about besides being relieved of command. The young Sergeant didn't want to spend every moment worrying about the drop, so as soon as she was contented with her hair, more so that it'd say in place, she dropped her helmet back on her head and fixed the strap, moving the helmet from side to side until it sat just perfect. Jennifer wandered back out to the more exposed rear of the dropship where all the activity was and sized up her squad. Jackson was off having a smoke, though Jennifer was tempted to run over and stomp out his cig for no other reason than to get him aggressive before the mission kicked off, everyone had a ritual and maybe a cigarette was Jacksons. <br><br>Jennifer turned her head towards Corporal Roxborough, and her body followed as she approached the young Marine and stopped just in front of her, looking her head to toe. Roxborough was one big mystery to Jennifer, though that didn't matter considering she looked the part well enough. Despite noticing what she shouldn't be at this critical motion, Jennifer crouched down in front of the Corporal and tugged at her webbings and gear around her waist, moving down to her shin guards and boots, making sure everything was tied up and good to go, which it was. Roxborough's weapon on the other hand, Jennifer avoided. Personally, the Sergeant was plenty experienced with the weapon but officially not qualified for its inspection. "<strong>Well done Corporal, Ooh-rah!</strong>" Jennifer offered the Corporal a reassuring smile as she left another gentle tap to the top of her helmet and moved on to the next closest Marine, Maxwell. As Jennifer walked over, Corporal Jennings passed with a salute that'd make even an Army tard's skin boil. She was half tempted to give the Corporal a tongue lashing about calling an enlisted woman ma'am. But now wasn't the time. Jennifer didn't even know the Corporal that well, she wasn't a combat Marine and thus, her shit wasn't of concern to Jen. The fact she piloted the drop ship was of note, but the executive was tagging along so that obviously meant Jennings was good, or else the suit would fly first class.<br><br>Jennifer approached PFC Maxwell, and again visually inspected her equipment. Maxwell wasn't a mystery, but Jennifer had the suspicion she was snappy and quick on the learn. Her files were classified, which likely meant she was a test subject or some kind of classified super synthetic which would put Jennifer out of a job. The synthetic was easily, naturally if you wanted, the most competant, all synthetics were really. Typically they'd be used for cannon fodder, breaching doors and going in first since they really weren't going to be 'killed' per say, but Jennifer knew better and that every friendly gun was an important asset when things went FUBAR on the surface. Everything the synthetic had on was up to the standards, and again Jennifer never prodded the unimportant stuff that some might notice, grooming and uniform standards be damned, today wasn't a day for that type of stuff. The Smart Gun is a badass weapon and Jennifer had no intention on poking and prodding where poking and prodding didn't belong. Another gentle tap on the head and Jennifer nodded. "<strong>Ooh-rah Maxwell, nice work.</strong>" She whispered, her head scanning around for her next target. Lewis.<br><br>Jennifer closed the distance and approached Lewis from behind, looking her up and down. Of every Marine Jennifer knew, Lewis fit the profile least, looking more at home in a business suit than combat gear, not to say she couldn't do the part well enough, but in effect it looked kind of bad ass, like a Saturday morning super hero. 'Soccer mom' had her shit squared away, Jennifer didn't even need to berate anyone thus far, which was expected but a nice mini-surprise none the less. Usually someone would fuck up and have their M3 armor on wrong, and of course itw as Jennifer's Corps given duty to scare the piss of the almighty Sergeant into that Marine and square him or her away. A squared up Marine was a Marine that didn't die first. And if no one died first, that meant no fuckin' letters for Jen to write up. Jennifer moved around in front of Lewis and looked her up and down, grabbing the Marine's pulse rifle and checking for any signs of malfunction or lack of care. A weapon was akin to a woman in every regard. Beautiful, powerful and deadly. If mistreated, the deadly part went double for the handler. Nothing to note, though Jennifer did have to remind everyone not to use the cotton swabs for cleaning, and instead use the microfiber cloth and stick. Then again, she sometimes used cotton too, those microfiber clothes were aparently from Hell. "<strong>Excellent work soccer mom, Ooh-rah</strong>" Jennifer nodded, a final tap on the side of Lewis' head and she walked back near the drop ship.<br><br>"<strong>Excellent work ladies and Jackson, I didn't even need to hold anyones hand...out-fucking-standing, I'm sure your parents would be proud if I didn't own your asses.</strong>" Jennifer barked loudly as she looked around the hangar for the rest of the squad, she didn't even have a full roster of whow as who. Some people came and some went, so fucking quick she had new boots and then no one within the same day. If things went any worse around this hole, Jennifer might just be glad to be an officer instead of dealing with shift changes that move like an officer at an ass kissing contest. "<strong>If you have any questions, too fuckin' late. If you have any concerns, join the Army and piss about it over there. If your not to busy standing around with nothing to do, we got some bugs to kill. I want you on my bird in 30 seconds and strapped in or I swear I'll toss your ass out the air lock. Move!</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 16:42:56</strong>
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				Jackson pulled his sniper rifle, and began checking it over for any issues, but found none. His rifle was his pride and glory, and he'd always kept it in to shape. He then checked his plasma, and found no issues. He turned, to listen to his squad leader, then nodded and dropped his cigarette, then stepped on it and walked over to the drop ship.<br><br>Climbing in, he looked around, then walked over and found a spot, tucking his sniper rifle on one side, and his plasma on his leg, like a normal pistol, except a lot longer. Jay wasn't the typical marine, in the regard he didn't carry a pistol. Only the rifle, and his sniper. The rifle, of course, became his side arm. Most snipers have a pistol and the sniper, but Jay found himself carrying a rifle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 03:32:11</strong>
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				Corporal Roxborough nodded to her sergeant in response to the affirmation, shifting her stance as Diaz moved on. Roxborough was about as far as you could get from the back slapping "oorah" shouting grunt without leaving the marines altogether. She would probably have done better in some special operations outfit, but her options had been limited. Still, life wasn't half bad here and she only had a year left before she got out.<br><br>As the sergeant finished barking at them, Roxborough hustled into the dropship alongside the rest of the squad, strapping herself in with her incinerator across her lap and her shotgun hanging down between her legs. She shot a dirty glance at the Weyland-Yutani woman that had strutted aboard like a pompous kitten before them. Cali didn't need a POG in her fighting formation and she didn't want one either. What was the woman hoping to accomplish in a combat zone, anyway?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 07:34:51</strong>
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				The signal came over the comm, a deep voiced male giving orders.<br><br>"All teams are to report to their drop ships and board immediately. Dropships are ready for deployment. T-minus sixty seconds!"&nbsp; he said, before the comm shut out.<br><br>Sitting patiently in her seat the WY rep just sat there before she turned off her datapad. She didn't look anxious or bothered by anything that was happening. She seemed perfectly at home with where she was. She checked her saftey rigging and, satisfied with it, she closed her eyes slowly.<br><br>"We're coming Beth..." she said, softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 18:27:51</strong>
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				Veronica Maxwell's golden eyes shifted between each of her comrades, watching their various preparations, from Jay's attempt to spoke to sergeant moving among them and calling out. Veronica, for her part, jumped at the sudden sharp sound, quickly offering a small nod of her head to Jennifer as she managed to draw out a small smile. As the woman walked off towards the rest of the group, her thoughts drew inward again, her body brimming with nervous energy. While she'd trained with the squad, she hadn't exactly been in any combat situations, and she was unsure of what would occur. Veronica was well aware of the fact that synthetics usually took point.<br><br>When the signal came over her comm she jumped and quickly hurried to the drop ship, tugging her large smart gun after before plopping herself down in a seat next to the Corporal, her own weapon being gently placed upon the metal ground at her feet. The red head briefly glanced to Roxborough before immediately peering forward a little stiffly, her worry quite evident on her features. A soft sigh eventually escapes her lips as she straps herself in and waits to be deployed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AthenaNude</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 10:26:10</strong>
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				Lisa didn't take long to get strapped into her position on the dropship, sitting opposite Maxwell, Roxborough, and an empty seat.&nbsp; There were empty seats on either side of Lisa, and she hoped that Jennings, Diaz, or Knapp might grab them first, since Lisa had not had a chance to really get to know them well and this might be her last chance, depending on how this mission went.<br><br>The noise of the dropship's engines and the roar of entry into the atmosphere would make conversation difficult later, however, so Lisa took in their faces, their gorgeous physiques (even in military body armor they were stunning), and their personal mannerisms with her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Lisa was supremely confident in her skills and training...little did she know, though, that such confidence was ill-placed.&nbsp; Her memories were all implanted.&nbsp; Artificial.&nbsp; In many ways she was less of a "real" person than her Synth friend, Maxwell (who even now was looking her over with those exotic golden eyes).&nbsp; Lisa was one of the first "disposable" people that the company would soon begin to employ.&nbsp; Blissfully unaware of her impending fate, Lisa continued to play her role, unaware she was even doing so.<br><br>With a smile, Lisa could not help feeling aroused by the mere presence of other women, even synthetic ones, and involuntarily she began to entertain wet dreams during this bit of downtime as the others boarded.&nbsp; She wondered just how "big" Roxborough was.&nbsp; She thought about just what types of modifications Maxwell's body may have been fitted with for pleasure.&nbsp; She thought about how big Knapp's boobs were.&nbsp; She thought about how hot it might be to see Jackson and Jennings going at it hot and heavy right here in the dropship.&nbsp; She wondered if Diaz had actually gotten her tongue pierced or if that was just a lot of talk from the hangar bay technicians.&nbsp; She even started thinking about seducing Lockesly, the woman they were supposed to save.&nbsp; &nbsp;All these thoughts raced unbidden through Lisa's head as her arousal levels rose, as they always did, when danger was just around the corner.&nbsp; It was a peculiar thing, she was never more horny than when she was facing imminent peril.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 19:08:15</strong>
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				As she waited, Jennifer was quietly nibbling on a half empty protein paste stick in anticipation of not eating for at least a day or more, depending on the mission. Her mind wandered, and her hard scowling face gave way to a gentle but distant stare at the floor. If she weren't so all-together secure, one might think she was hard on PTSD, but this wasn't the case. She'd done many bad things, true, but she tried to avoid the morally questionable actions in her memories, instead focusing on the hostages she'd help save, the colonies she'd secured and the terrorist attacks she'd help to prevent. Jennifer has had a long career, almost 10 years, in the Marines and she still didn't look 30 yet, which was a definite bonus to keeping herself in check, physically and mentally.<br><br>As she slurped up the last of the protein paste, Jennifer tossed the empty tube absentmindedly out into the hangar and stepped into the drop ship proper, walking past all the seated Marines and leaning in the cockpit. "<strong>Take us down nice and slow, we're in no real rush here, lets do this by the book.</strong>" She mentioned to the pilot, turning back into the main seating area of the dropship. Jennifer stopped at each sitting Marine and checked their safety harness and seats for anything out of the ordinary. She leaned in, inappropriately close, and made sure that each member of her squad wasn't about to go flying about when the dropship ride got bumpy. Her final stop took her to the Weyland Yutani rep, and Jennifer leaned into her ear. "<strong>When we land, the dropship will veer hard and bank sharply, you might feel your stomach jump up to your throat and down to your toes, so lean forward a bit and think about the beach, helps me.</strong>" Jennifer whispered, checking the rep's harness and quickly returning to a vacant seat, next to Lewis closest to the open ramp. She sat down, secured her pulse rifle and strapped herself in like she'd done a million times, and she still had butterflies. She squinted harshly and anyone who had been late and rested her head against her seatback. She shifted her gaze from each Marine to the next, trying to judge where everyone was at. She shifted her body, wiggling side to side to find a comfortable seating position. Everyone was slammed so close together was hard to get comfortable, shoulder to shoulder in body armor with similarly clad Marines made it difficult to find that perfect spot. Jennifer couldn't even cross her legs, she was so cramped next to Lewis, not a bad thing at all, Jennifer liked to be comfortable.<br><br>"<strong>Alright people, we've done this before. You know your jobs and you know what we're going down for.</strong>" Jennifer spoke up over the silence in the cramped compartment. "<strong>Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, I want aggression but remember, we have civilians on site and we are professionals, do not get trigger happy. If you have any last second questions, ask me on the ground, in the mean time... you all know the drill, I'm here if you need me.</strong>" the Sergeant added, inhaling and exhaling deeply and closing her eyes.<br><br>God, Jennifer hoped her gut was wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 08:55:52</strong>
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				Jay idly fiddled with the visor settings on his helmet, thinking as he changed the settings around to different modes. Night, Thermal, Glare, then finally setting them back to their normal settings. He had a bad feeling about this mission. Not just a, something bad is going to happen. Jay's feelings were far more accurate. Jay was going to die. He'd never been wrong with these. When he was on Operation Barrage, he had a feeling he was going to have both legs broken... Sure as the sun shines, he had to jump down a pit to avoid certain death, and broke both legs. Operation Junkyard, he know his arm would be shredded and broken... Sure enough, it was pulled through a grinder and cut to shreds... Jay twisted his metallic hand, though it looked just as real as the other. It was, only the tendents and muscles and such were replaced, as well as the knuckles on every finger, and his pinkie and ring finger were metal.<br><br>How he was going to die was vague, though, and that worried Jay. In all his other operations he would do whatever he wanted because he knew how he was going to get injured, but with this one, he didn't, so he'd have to be careful. He assumed someone or something would creep up on him, because he didn't have orders to remain with the rest of the squad. He was hawk, apparently.<br><br>Jay pulled his helmet on, and fitted it properly, but slid the visor back, making his eyes visible. His attention traveled to the sergeant, and up and down her, a small flicker of annoyance met his face, for a brief moment. He wasn't in love with her, but he did regret not taking the time to talk to her out of the marines. It was always "Jackson take point", or "Perimeter secured". Never any talk on a personal level... But there again, Jackson was a sniper, and a damn good one. She was a squad leader. How smart could it be to get involved with the person who has to decide on who runs at the bullets? Besides, everyone knows Snipers were the last ones to be told to Evac.<br><br>Jackson pulled his attention from his superior officer, and instead rested them on the... Metal shield. Private First Class Veronica Maxwell. The closest thing to "Respawning" the human race ever got in combat. Though, he did feel sorry for her. She was just as human as... Well, maybe not Jay, but someone here. She was built for one purpose. To kill and die. Proper Marine material, or just plain cruelty? Jay, just like always, never got time to acquaint himself with Maxwell. A missed opportunity on his part.<br><br>Lisa Lewis. The "Send in first" unit. Ironically, of course, she took the job the Sniper's had previously taken, and that meant, Jay wouldn't be killed getting out of the drop ship, unless she failed her job. There again, everyone here relied on the others in a way, but the scout was what counted the most at the start. One well placed shot was all it took to sink a whole outfit of marines before they even got out of the ship. Something to look at when there was nothing better through the scope, but not someone who would grab his interest around the barracks. It was apparent in the way she rarely looked at him that she wasn't interested in him, and so why chase a blind cat?<br><br>Then there was the squad crim, Cali Roxborough. Jay didn't care for the criminal record. He didn't have to deal with her, or anyone for that matter, and as for criminals, it had run in his family apparently. Not that he cared. She was, however, more of a tom-boy, and reminded him of Mike, a fresh recruit that was blasted by his own squad in a prank gone wrong, way back when Jay first became a sniper.<br><br>Yutani rep... Bleh. Rather toss her ass out of the drop ship before they touched down, but her life was worth more than this entire squad, which was all too typical.<br><br>Then there was Jennings... But she just flew the bird. She was quite good to look at, and Jackson stole every glance he could, but she'd be the kind of girl to chase the higher ups, wouldn't she? Jay never bothered to strive for a higher rank. He didn't take shit from anyone but his squad leader, and he never wanted to dish it out either, so being in a squad where your leader wasn't close to getting themselves killed every five minutes was a god send. Jennings sat with the drop ship for immediate evac... Does that mean she'd have to sit in the hangar? Jay would have to make note to try to locate a vantage point where he could see his squad's exit, and the drop ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 04:27:03</strong>
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				The Yutani rep smirked as the dropship was moved on the platform it stood on. She licked her lips darkly and pulled a rather large gun from her coat. Slipping the clip out of the weapon she locked the slide back and checked. Slapping the clip back into the pistol she released the slide, chambering a round before she clicked the saftey on. Putting it away she smirked.<br><br>"Alright, get your ears ready. I have been given the green light to show you something." she said.<br><br>With a tap on her data pad she smirked, as an image was projected into the center of the room. It spun slowly the massive humanoid frame covered in strange clothing netting, and a heavily armored mask. On it's arm was a gauntlet though it had strange markings in one of several little screens.<br><br>"This is&nbsp; what our locals have termed "Subject Zero." Found on P3X525, it was dead on arrival in the main facility so it couldn't have gotten out. But we don't believe it's indigenous to the planet. I'm showing you this because the energy weapon that destroyed the scientist and the camera feed was reverse engineered from equipment found on this creature and in it's ship. The Citadel is a literal hive of information not found anywhere else. We're working on military applications. You're to drag doctor Locksley out of there by force if you must. She was the head of research and development when it came to defensive application. If someone has this things weapons then she's the safest person in the whole Citadel. This information could not be said on base for risk of it getting out. Outside of this mission you are prohibited from discussing Subject Zero or anything else you see in the facility. If you are able to successfully retrieve the equipment that the terrorist has taken you'll be compensated greatly. More than ten years worth your C.O's pay grade. A small fortune. Each.<br><br>"I was given these level five access cards. These will get you into all non secure areas and a few of the low to mid level security offices. High level will be out of the question though as only the lead scientists have all access. The big problem is we&nbsp; believe that there are more creatures like Subject Zero running around. Their biological structure is very similar to our own, but at the same time very different. The shortest one recorded in history was seen on earth in 1987 in the jungles of Val Verde. It was Seven feet two inches tall.&nbsp; They are very strong, their muscles much higher in mass than humans, though they range in size and shape, much like us. But they're very addaptive. They don't seem bothered much by heat, and can take antarctic temperatures for extended periods of time."<br><br>She hit a few buttons and the armor and mask vanished revealing the mandible jawed face.<br><br>"They're very tough. According to research these things can take multiple gunshot wounds and keep coming right at you. But technology has advanced greatly since then so there still very likely to go down with a few well placed shots. But the problem isn't their physical attributes. Their technology is vastly superior to our own. The research reports say that their gauntlet contains a miniaturized bomb. This thing, placed in the center of the Citadel, could take out the entire structure. We don't know if there are multiple creatures like this on planet or not but I don't want you walking into a situaton blind. We don't know what's going on there, and I will answer any questions you have to the best of my abilities."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 23:27:18</strong>
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				With everyone preparing for launch, Jennings could only offer Jennifer a curious smirk as she asked, “Bugs?” She didn’t wait for a reply however, not really interested in the current new military jargon beyond a slight hint of amusement. Climbing the ramp the corporal passed the passengers before working her way into the cockpit, barely containing a squeal of delight as she excitedly wiggled into the seat, taking the flight stick between her fingers as she reveled in all the familiar sensations. Strapping herself in, she glanced over the diagnostic she initiated previously, a satisfied smile crossing her lips as she noted all systems in the green. Switching the screen off, she peeked over her shoulder at the sound of someone approaching, an eager grin waiting for the sergeant as she poked her head into the cockpit. With a short nod of acknowledgement, she responded to the ranking officer’s call for caution over expediency with a reassuring, “You can count on me, ma’am.” <br><br>Watching as the sarge turned to leave, Jennings was soon facing forward again and prepping the ship for departure. She remained unaware of the additional briefing occurring within the passenger area, her focus on a by-the-book take-off rather than tapping into the communication’s system of the marines' outfit. Picking up a small black headset, she lifted her beret and slid it on, a wide smile playing across her features as she took in a deep breath, her excitement growing with each second she came closer to getting her bird out of the stuffy station and into the open. It had been far too long since she’d been on an actual mission and so she was expecting the most out of this one - some might refer to the small rush she was currently undergoing as a “bad feeling”.<br><br>As the marines locked in, Jenning’s voice crackled over the cabin’s intercom, her tone deadpan and perfunctory as she proceeded to run through the release routines, “Pre-launch auto-cycle engaged, primary couplers released, cutting internals.” Even as she spoke the hangar’s crane was steadily carrying the UD4L into position over the bay doors, the craft shaking slightly as it jolted to a stop. “Buckle up marines, preparing for drop.” With a loud creak the panels below the ship began to gradually open, a loud howl surrounding the access as the station’s air rushed to escape into the void of space. “Standby to initiate release sequencer, on my mark… five, four, three, two, one, mark!” Time seemed to standstill as Jenning’s flipped the switch, the sudden dip enough to send stomachs into throats as the dropship launched into space, thrusters immediately initiating and propelling the craft forward, toward the planet below. <br><br>As they hurtled forward Jennings was sure to keep the marines up to date on their movements. “Entering atmosphere, DCS online, all indicators exhibiting we’re in the pipe, five-by-five.” Navigating both by instrument and instinct, the corporal gradually prepared the ship for entry, treating the planet’s atmosphere like a bed of water as she carefully tilted the ship and gently dove inside. The planet greeted them with little more than a light shake, the craft’s only hindrance a hint of cloud cover - one it dispersed with ease on its approach to the outpost. “Clear skies ahead, should be a nice boring flight, try not to fall asleep back there,” came the corporal’s confirmation of a successful entry, a hint of disappointment in her voice at the lack of action after such an extended period of R&amp;R on the station. Checking the GPS she noted the distance to the target and the citadel. “Sarge, citadel is within range, want a quick tour or a direct flight to the outpost?” Even before she’d finished Jennings had already linked up the external cameras to the onboard screens in the cabin of the ship, her eyes now focused on the view before her of the dense green coverage of the jungle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 04:15:36</strong>
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				Roxborough, hidden from head to toe by BDUs, armour, helmet and gas mask, had her concealed face fixed on the smirking company rep as she made some sort of show of bringing out her pistol. An annoyed sigh could be heard from the corporal's breathing filter; was this woman actually serious about going into a combat zone, with no protection other than some civilian clothing and handgun? Shifting her attention to sergeant Diaz, Roxborough hoped half-heartedly that this whole mission just came down to a disgruntled employee with a gun. She didn't want to be held responsible if the suit got ventilated.<br><br>The sudden xeno briefing did bring her attention back, though she watched it all without making a sound. If the possibility of bumping heads with that <em>thing</em> perturbed her, it didn't show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 09:05:07</strong>
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				Jennifer watched without emotion as the representative displayed for them some kind of alien life form, and offered an updated briefing, if you could call that boondoggle waste of time back on the station even a briefing. First it was bugs and psycho colonists, now its super aliens and super high tech weapons and... however many of those things got pissed. Though Jennifer didn't believe in consequences, she had no real doubts that whatever had gotten free wasn't human, though she hoped she was wrong, she had her doubts. Jennifer leaned forward and made a triangle with her fingers and thumbs. "<strong>I have a question...</strong>" Jennifer spoke evenly, her eyes locking on the rep's without any emotion. "<strong>Who in the fuck removed your brain lady?</strong>" Jennifer stood up and marched into the cockpit, looking down at the planet approaching below. "<strong>We might have bad guys with transport, put us down quick and stay groundside. Take us in hard and fast.</strong>" Jennifer nodded, marching back out to the main sitting area, almost walking past the rep but stopping abruptly, facing back towards the ramp. For a second she clenched her fist, a small veil on her forehead appeared as she thought about ripping that bitches head off and drop kicking it back into orbit, but she calmed herself down. Let the dumb alien fucks on the planet do that. <br><br>Jennifer continued to her seat and sat down, grabbing her pulse rifle and jamming a magazine in. "<strong>Lock and load children, we're going in hot.</strong>" Jennifer hollered, ditching the safety harness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 01:19:00</strong>
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				"You get my sister out of there and we'll see how it goes." the woman said, glaring at Diaz. "As long as I get what I want, a few pieces of this equipment might just go missing without notice. I don't care what you have to say but I was only authorized to tell this group. There is no way that Subject Zero got out, because it was confirmed dead on arrival and let's just say it's a pile of ash now. Get my sister out of there and I'll personally walk you into the highest security offices and let you have access to everything down there..."<br><br>She had no intention of doing so. Lewis was her ace in the hole, and she knew full well what was going on down there. She smirked darkly as she folded her arms over her chest. The weather was clear, and simple outside. As the Citadel came into view the lights were on and there were people milling about in different areas. It looked like nothing had gone wrong at all.<br><br>"Drop ship identify yourself and your payload or be shot out of the sky." someone demanded over the radio.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AthenaNude</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 00:22:22</strong>
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				Lisa said nothing when the alien cadaver was being displayed.&nbsp; That was only one of the many different types she had been briefed on earlier by the corporation when they showed her a portion of the Black File.&nbsp; Some of the others were far worse than this, big insectoid-like things as big as a small car and she'd have to sneak past a whole hive of them to reach her objective, and entirely unaided no less.&nbsp; It was a suicide mission, but she had no choice but to try.&nbsp; At least the others would have a decent chance.<br><br>She slowly licked her full lips as her eyes roved up and down the curvaceous physique of the Yutani Rep..a bit too much.&nbsp; The woman caught her staring, but didn't seem to be bothered by it or even say a word, as Lisa quickly averted her lustful gaze, blushing slightly and glad no one else had noticed.<br><br>Brought out of her thoughts also by the harsh voice on the radio, Lisa awaited her superior to answer as she got ready to do her job once the drop ship landed and opened its doors.&nbsp; Something wasn't right.&nbsp; She expected the place to look like a war zone...like the pictures of Hadley's Hope...&nbsp; But this?&nbsp; This looked like just any standard colony.&nbsp; Not only did they still have power but it looked like the colonists were all still alive.&nbsp; Why were they all just walking around out here and not barricaded in some sturdy building if they knew the xenomorphs were out there?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 20:01:18</strong>
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				Roxborough groaned through her filter, lifting up her incinerator as the shop approached the surface. Turning to Jay, she said: "<em>Did that civvie just offer to bribe us with Company secrets? The kind of shit we'd get court-martialed for if they were found in our lockers? I guess this girl has it all figured out.</em>" She shook her head and put her hand on the safety clasp on the straps holding her tight. Glancing at the Rep, she rolled her eyes, seeing the woman still had that smirk on her face that she'd been carrying around the last twenty minutes or so. This was one mission she would bet she wouldn't enjoy a second of.<br><br>Looking up when the voice sounded off on the radio, she wondered at the message. No two-way radio contact for days, and now someone hails them as if it were Situation: Normal. This whole god damned mess was getting more and more fucked up by the minute.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 22:05:30</strong>
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				All Jennings heard from the cabin was the angry march of Jennifer’s boots, the pilot soon shuffling in her seat as she excitedly prepared for whatever orders the sergeant brought. With a brief glance back, she responded to the veteran with a quick nod and “Yes ma’am,” before returning her gaze to the flight window. It looked as if things were heating up as she prepared to drop them there and then, her finger just about touching the switch for the landing gear when a sudden transmission interrupted her. In a second anticipation had been replaced by frustration as her day found itself upside down at the sound of a second set of orders crackling through her headset. There went the “hard and fast” directive, substituted instead by the “sluggish exchange” -- one that could only become heated after the warning sent by the ground personnel. Seriously, did they just threaten to shoot her down on the first call? Jennings could already feel her knuckles turning white as she tightened her grip around the flight stick in anger. Grinding her teeth she took a deep breath and gradually calmed herself before working up the effort to reply without a torrent of expletives tossed into the mix. <br><br>“Uh… check my IFF signal ground-control, it should be pretty clear that we’re from the station Prometheus,” she responded with more than a little bite, “Now can I have a rank tower-jockey? I need to know whether or not I should be ignoring you. My current orders have me dropping in the forest, not your precious <em>‘let’s blow up random objects’</em> outpost.” In a barely audible tone she sighed, “Thanks heavens, to that.” Beside being more than vague she was also lying of course, even if an officer with enough stars to decorate the Milky Way replied she was going to leave it up to Jennifer. In the end, that didn’t seem like the tone she’d expect from a base that had just sent a distress signal.<br><br>Patching through to the cabin, Jennings came over the intercom. “Sergeant, we’re receiving some communications from the outpost, they sound alive if a tad unfriendly. Not sure how I should say this but they’re threatening to… fire at us. As far as I can tell, we have two options. I can either drop down out of range of their guns, meaning a very long and dull hike toward the citadel, or comply with whatever orders they may have and hope we’re not shot down or ambushed by terrorists upon landing; it’s your call.” She felt a little bad laying such a choice on the sergeant’s shoulders but it was her mission and the corporal didn’t want to start off the day by superseding commands through rough guesswork. If by some miracle a ranking officer did reply would they even be able to trust it? Information on the mission was sketchy at best so anything was possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 03:29:01</strong>
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				"What the fuck are you talking ab-"<br><br>The transmission was cut off, by another cutting in.<br><br>"GET US THE HELL OF-"<br><br>The second was cut off when a large chunk of the communications building went up in a fireball, taking the array with it.&nbsp; The radio was suddenly full of chatter, other pilots switching to all channels.<br><br>"What the fuck was that?!"<br>"Eight-six! Watch your proxim-"<br>"Five-two and eight-six just went down inside the main complex!"<br><br>The people that had been milling about outside didn't seem bothered by anything going on around them. They just continued doing whatever they were doing. The base artillery, however, suddenly powered down, the lock that had been on the drop ship severed.<br><br>"This is Colonel Crowley. All ships remaining are to continue on mission. I'm diverting squad nine-four to the crash site. We're showing five life signs left from those drops. Group up and continue with missions. Watch yourselves boys and girls. You might just end up dead."<br><br>One of the drop ships made a wide turn and moved toward the crash site.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 09:12:16</strong>
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				Jennifer growled as the pilots voice echoed into the cabin, this mission had just gone from tits up to tits on fire and spewing loud curses. "<strong>No fucking way lady, like hell we're going to get ourselves court martialed so you guys can use us to unfuck yourselves. We go in, get the doctor and we're getting the fuck out of dodge and doing our job, not yours!</strong>" Jennifer's voice was laced with venom as she stood and marched up into the cockpit, pressing herself in next to Jennings and looking down at the colony. People were milling about their business, seemingly unaware of the communications they'd just received. <br><br>Suddenly, the communications building burst up into a ball of flame and shreded metal as two of the dropships were shot down. Jennifer switched the safety off her pulse rifle and leaning back. "<strong>Load and up and ready up, we've got a hot LZ, Maxwell and Jackson first out, set me a perimeter. Knapp and Lewis hold the bird. Everyone else scoot and go, anyone with a weapon and not in M-gear light em' up.</strong>" Jennifer swung her M41A off her shoulder and gripped it viciously with both hands, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she patted Jennings on the shoulder. "<strong>Take us in low and fast, drop us on the deck and then arm yourself and get out of the cockpit, but keep her running.</strong>" Jennifer nodded as they decended, her eyes fixed on the obliterated communications building and and people milling about. She ventured back into the cabin and walked past her seat, pressing her M41A's stock against her shoulder and grabbing her radio. "<strong>Prometheus this is Dagger One Echo(One-Five), we're beginning our final approach now. Will relay sitrep on ground. Out.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 09:52:47</strong>
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				"Big guns and awesome techs that we could never use anyway... Hoo-rah (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oorah_%28Marines%29)?" Jay said back to Roxborough, then looked to the rep. He wondered if he'd get in trouble for plugging her in the back just as they were leaving...<br><br>"Sir!" Jay barked, unclipping his safety harness and standing once his commanding officer gave the order. His sniper rifle went to his back, and his rifle was raised instead. He jammed a clip in, and turned the safety off, before moving to the doors of the dropship. His feet held him steady, being used to having to fire from a bird with a sniper rifle and still hit was a talent of his. Jay's eyes were locked on the door, waiting for touch down so he could move out and secure the area, as per his orders.<br><br>Hot LZ. Perimeter. Got it. Jackson's visor came down, and the readings kicked in. He would hate to have one of those things the rep showed appear and come at him as soon as the touched down... But running at a guy with a big gun, in a dropship full of marines? Baaaad idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 13:30:13</strong>
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				Veronica Maxwell shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the rest of the team shuffled and strapped in, her eyes glancing over each of them. She felt a small pang of irritation at having not gotten a proper chance to truly get to know any of them, yet there wasn't much helping it. Thanks to her frequent visits to the planet, she'd hardly had the time to talk with them. Her thoughts shifted when the pilot climbed into the cockpit however, a surge of nervousness filling her as she tried not to visibly squirm in place; she'd never liked flying.<br><br>As the dropship suddenly burst into action, Veronica took in a deep breath before visibly relaxing, fingers tightening on the gun propped up before her. She knew it was utterly foolish to feel discomfort, yet no matter what she did she simply couldn't remove that sense of fear in her core when on board a ship, something she'd labeled as related to her biological self. Shaking her head, she managed to get through the mild turbulence as they entered the planet's atmosphere, though her attention was quickly captured by the rep as another briefing began to occur.<br><br>V's eyes widened a fraction when the alien was displayed before them, as well as the highly advanced technology it was carrying. At the suggestion that such a deadly creature could potentially be on the station she shivered, eyes closing a moment. "Things just get better and better," she muttered softly to herself, slender digits idly drumming upon the cool exterior of her gun. Yet as the woman continued, mentioning that she'd leak certain information to the marines, a quite visible frown appeared upon Veronica's lips as she opened her eyes to gaze cooly at the woman. She was worried over the mission, and at the potential atrocities hinted at that the company may have committed, yet she certainly wasn't going to let some <em>civilian</em> cause issues for the team or her father.<br><br>The young synthetic eventually looked away, head bowing over her weapon before blinking and suddenly looking up at the mention of communications. How bad could the situation be if communications were still up? Wouldn't that be the first place an intelligent terrorist would think to hit first? Or had the civilians regained control? A series of thoughts swam through her head as that small frown appeared upon her lips once more, yet when she heard the dull thunder ahead, she visibly tensed, confirmation of something having happened being given by her superior as she marched in. "Yes ma'am!" she hastily called out before she reached up and took off the harness, freeing herself of that restraining device. With a slight jolt she stood up upon her feet, picking up that massive gun as she did so before planting herself down, using her natural strength and superior reflexes to keep herself balanced as she ship continued to move. She wasn't particularly surprised she was being sent in first, yet her gun usually would place in a supportive role.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 15:52:53</strong>
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				Jennings could only raise an eyebrow and frown as communications with the tower suddenly cut off and an explosion lit up the colony below, the deafening detonation only barely audible through the thick hull of the UD4L. Immediately after everything went to hell with cries of help flooding all channels followed by orders from command. She was shocked to hear that even a few dropships had gone down. Feeling the sergeant next to her, she had to wonder what was going through the CO’s mind at the sight of the crumbling tower, now hidden under a screen of black smoke. It wasn’t like they hadn’t expected any action but there was a sense of something wrong about the entire scenario. As she felt the pat on her shoulder, the pilot turned to see the sergeant issuing for another fast drop before disappearing into the cabin to lock and load. This time the corporal was going to proceed with the orders before any further interruptions.<br><br>Punching it, she brought the UD4L in fast and low, swiveling it to a slow as she brought the lumbering hunk of metal over the drop zone. “Stand back, opening ramp,” she warned before flicking the switch, the large door whining open as the ship lowered. Once muffled by thick plating the roar of the engines drowned out all else now as the outpost came into view of the marines, the yard before them alight under the orange glow of the burning comm tower. Despite this the civilians seemed to be going on as if everything was business as usual, completely unaware of their torched building or the new military presence descending upon them. With a gentle jolt the dropship touched down, the ramp clanking as it came to a rest on the platform. “The mission’s yours marines,” came Jennings voice through the intercom as she brought out her pistol and released the clip before slamming it back into the chamber. Cocking her piece, she holstered it at her side as she sat up from the flight chair and moved towards the cabin, leaving the engines running as per the sergeant’s orders.<br><br>She could see the soldiers preparing to move out as she approached, making an effort to stay out of their way. She knew how pumped her passengers normally got before deploying, the last thing they needed was a pilot fumbling over them. Stepping up to the back she took a seat over a cargo crate beside the ramp and awaited further orders, her back pressing against the ship’s interior with her arms folded casually. The roar of the engine had thankfully gone down a few decibels, reaching a low whirr with still enough power to kick up debris and dust from the outside. She could surmise why the sergeant wanted them prepped for takeoff, especially since they had little idea of what they were charging into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:36:44</strong>
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				Activating the igniter before the nozzle of her incinerator unit, Roxborough disengaged the straps of her seat and leaped up to stand behind Maxwell and Jackson, one hand reaching up to hold on to the ceiling as the dropship dove towards the ground. She looked around at her fellow passengers: The grunts all seemed ready and waiting, guns up and eyes sharp. She turned her gas masked face towards the rep, wagering with herself what the woman would do once the ramp dropped. Perhaps run out into the open and start shouting orders, just to compound the squad's combined scorn?<br><br>Whatever. Roxborough looked ahead once more, her right hand fingering the handle of her flamer. Soon enough she'd be out of this wire and metal death trap and on the ground where her and her fellows' skills would make the difference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 00:59:12</strong>
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				As the ramp opened the area was clear, nobody in sight. The area appeared clear Rising from her seat the Yutani rep walked out into the open. Three steps out of the ship the ground in front of her opened, a pair of machine gun turrets rising up. She didn't even blink as she stood there. A bright blue light scanned her before the guns retreated, disappearing back to where they'd come from.<br><br>"You will all want these..." she said, holding up several badges dangling from her hand. "Do NOT take it off. These will insure the guns don't target you. Don't have them and you only have the time it takes for them to scan you. If you aren't behind cover by then you're Swiss cheese. They will also open any functioning doors of level five or lower. The Citadel is FULL of traps. Level five is MINIMAL access. try to open a door with a level 4 card and it sounds alarms. Let's get going before the enemy shows."<br><br>She threw the access badges toward the marines before she walked away. Across the way a door opened. Coming toward them was a woman wearing a lab uniform. Her long blond hair was done up in a bun behind her head. Her bright blue eyes glanced from the rep to the others. Her body was hidden well under her uniform and lab coat. As she spoke with the representative she turned to the ship, the smile on her face falling suddenly as she stood there. She turned back, giving the rep a glare before looking to the marines.<br><br>"Soldiers this is Doctor Samantha Grimm. She's the head of medicine here." she said as the marines came toward them.<br><br>"Hello Sparky.." she said, watching Diaz. "Right. Let's get you inside quickly and I'll brief you."<br><br>Without waiting for another word the blond doctor walked away, swiping a badge at a door. She didn't glance behind her as she walked on, the rep grumbling something under her breath as she went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AthenaNude</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 09:23:06</strong>
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				Lisa accepted her bio-badge and put it on, as the warning klaxon sounded inside the vehicle as the large ramp came down.<br><br>Sound effects - factory alarm (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ewuh7FGVuaI#ws)<br><br>Everyone knew it was GO TIME now and the adrenaline was high.&nbsp; Lisa was outside the vehicle, to the right corner, already on one knee and scanning the area with her laser scope, looking intently for hostiles as the rest of the space marines departed.&nbsp; Lewis routinely did a general area scan and then a long range scan with the scope, at intervals, combing every nook and cranny, waiting for the all clear signal for her to follow the rest of the team inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 10:23:55</strong>
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				Jay broke from the drop ship the moment the ramp came down. He dropped to a knee, like Lisa, and scanned the area. His rifle was directed to the doctor, then back around when she was identified as friendly by the Yutani rep. Once the area was secured, and the team headed inside, Jay's rifle gave one last scan. "Comm on" he said, and the computer replied 'connected'. "Connect commanding officer" he ordered, and the computer repeated the word 'connected'. "Sir, requesting permission to find a nest" he said, wanting to get established sooner than later.<br><br>Wait... The Yutani Rep said lets get moving before the enemy shows... Does that mean she knew who was attacking? Or that they intended to target this doctor or something? She knew far more than she was letting on at any rate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:01:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jennifer paused for a split second as the ramp lowered, clipping on her new badge and waiting for the ramp to lower. Like something out of a cartoon she moved so quickly off the dropship, the ramp hadn't even lowered fully as she stepped out into the colony proper, her rifle scanning everything her eyes met for threats. Her body spun around like a figure skater, checking on top, below and around the dropship for potential threats as everyone spread out. As she lowered her rifle and waved everyone else off the dropship, the yutani rep suddenly walked by. Jennifer, slightly stunned, lowered her weapon in surprise as a familiar face came out to see them.<br><br>Upon seeing Sam for the first time in almost a year, Jennifer squinted but kept her weapon up. She conversed with the rep for a moment before finally noticing, the expression said it all. Jennifer smirked slightly as Sam regarded her but didn't do anything. "<strong>Sam...</strong>" Jennifer quietly remarked as she was swiftly interrupted by the biggest interruption in her life. Immediately Jennifer turned back to the dropship, looking down at her little badge and sighing. "<strong>Everyone on me, Jennings your free to come or stay with your boat, I advise the former. Lets go people, fingers on the triggers but keep your wits about you.</strong>" Jennifer turned around and followed the two women towards a door. "<strong>Something isn't right about this.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Promethious this is Dagger One Echo</strong>" Jennifer spoke into her radio as she approached the door "<strong>, we are on site and securing the drop zone. The colony appears to have full power and no immediate threat encountered. Request permission to establish OP inside the main security office and await updated orders, how copy?</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 06:55:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Roger, One-Echo. Standby... Affirmative. Your updated orders are as follows. Your primary objective is to still retrieve Dr. Lockesly. Secondary objectives fall under command of Doctor Samantha Grimm. She has information of great value to the military and you are to retrieve her data at all costs. Acknowledge orders." came the voice over the radio.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 09:30:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Solid Copy, orders understood. Interrogative, are we to confer with command with every order from Doctor Grimm or proceed under current ROE, over?</strong>"<br><br>Jennifer, turned around and gave her team a hand signal to stay spread out. She knew some of them had ulterior objectives to complete though it was unknown if that was necessary, given the calm. "<strong>Jackson, get up to that observation tower and give me a 20 by 20 on the staus of the facility and other drop teams.</strong>" Jennifer turned back and walked through the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 09:56:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jackson nearly swore, and went off his nut about being told to get on top of a tower, after what had just happened to the Comms tower, but orders were orders. Jay moved along the side of the facility, before finding a pipe sticking out of the wall and going into the ground. Climbing on it, he glimpsed around, then extended his grip. He jumped, and grabbed the ledge, the grip suctioning to the building. He climbed up, and made his way across the tops of the buildings, then found the ladder to the tower.<br><br>He climbed to the very top, and crawled along the roof, setting his rifle down beside him. The large sniper rifle pointed in the direction of the comms tower, surveying it for what had caused the Comms tower to explode, then started to survey the complex for any forms of enemy movements, blockades, or friendlies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 18:07:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting up from her crate the pilot took up a position at the top of the ramp, a single hand grasping the edge of the exit for balance as she peered down at the happenings below. She could barely hear the exchange between the newly arrived doctor and their Yutani rep but could clearly see the glare. “Is she upset with the marine presence or over something the suit said,” Jennings quietly pondered, only to be snapped out of it by the sergeant. “I’ll stay and take care of the bird; keep it ready in case you need an emergency dust off and make sure it doesn’t fall victim to any would-be saboteurs. Good luck in there Jennifer, marines.” Snapping her heels together the pilot raised a hand to her head in a proper salute before turning to disappear into the cabin.<br><br>Once the team was in she figured she she'd give them a five minute window before powering down the engines and raising the ramp. Normally the drop area was safe enough to wander but the mission was too sketchy and since she lacked a badge Jennings couldn’t exactly run in after the marines if things went to hell around the UD4L. Shifting into a cabin chair which lay before a wall of monitors, Jennings tapped into the cameras attached to the gear of the marines. Already she could see that Jackson had found himself a position with a great view of the complex, the burning tower the only object out of place in the screen. “What the hell is going on here,” she muttered in thought to herself, feeling as if the smoldering building were not getting the attention it deserves. Tapping the monitor curiously, she leaned back in her chair and waited, a little curious to see what might happen next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 02:08:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Following the others out of the landing craft, Roxborough kept her flamer shouldered and eyes scanning the area around them. In the out and open she was possibly the least valuable asset of the team, but she could at the very least act as another pair of eyes and ears. She got down on one knee and remained in position as sergeant Diaz conversed with the new arrival. God damn, but wasn't this the scene of a xeno outbreak? Wrong time and place to be holding a conversation outside of a fortified location, had anyone asked Cali's opinion. Which they didn't, so she kept it to herself.<br><br>Upon given command to fall in, she rose and hustled up to Diaz' left flank, incinerator held to her chest, trigger finger poised but not resting against the trigger. She listened with only half an ear to her commander's talk on her side of the radio and so was caught somewhat by surprise&nbsp; when she was given the order to break off from Diaz and take up position in the vicinity. Still, she did as she was told and moved off to some boulders, crouching down to use them as cover while maintaining a look out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 12:49:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Negative One-Echo. You are on your own with Doctor Grimm. Follow all orders as if from command. If dangerous, confer with command." came the response on the radio.<br><br>The compound was massive, with thirty foot barricades at various strategic points. From his vantage point Jackson could see over a dozen people rushing a near by barricade. Following them was a group of marines. As the marines came around the corner they opened fire on the people fleeing. One of them literally jumped the barricade in front of her, continuing forward as she cleared it with several feet to spare. Whatever was going on was getting stranger and stranger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 02:58:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Solid copy, Dagger One Echo proceeding on mission. Will update with sitrep in 30 mikes, out.</strong>" Jennifer switched her comm's back to squad channel with a heavy groan as she walked through the doorway and readied her weapon, holding it firmly with both hands following cautiously behind the two Yutani employees, her mind squirmed to make sense of everything. First it was no contact, then it was contact and dropships going down, finally it was civilians on ground ignoring a major structure going up in a fireball. 'Any means necessary...' it all just screamed some kind of coverup or worse. "<strong>Jackson, give me an update. What are you seeing out there, over?</strong>"<br><br>As she continued to follow the two reps, Jennifer sped up to a quick run to catch up to Doctor Grimm. "<strong>So, Doctor...</strong>" Jennifer mumbled apprehensively as she caught up. "<strong>..any chance of you explaining to us what is going on around here? People didn't seem to care, or notice, when the communications building went sky high in a fireball. What the hell is going on here?</strong>" Jennifer had a stern and clearly annoyed tone in her voice, her eyes squinting harshly towards the doctor, glancing at the Yutani-rep with the same hard expression.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 03:21:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jay watched the scene unfold, before zooming in on the escaping woman, then checking the marines, picking up their number. "Patch Three Seven Delta" he said, being patched to the marine squad's commanding officer. "Three Seven, I have eyes on the escaping target. Engage?" he asked, moving his scope back to the woman. If the marines were firing at her, even if she hadn't jumped the barricade, Jay was prepared to sink her. Same side, same enemy.<br><br>"Channel one, set mic" he said, now receiving comms from his squad, and Three Seven. "Barricades throughout the complex... A squad of marines just engaged some form of... Shape shifters, or super humans" he told Jennifer. "We don't know enough about the situation to understand, so maybe see what you can get from those two... But, anyone who was on base before we got here needs to be watched" he told her. "They could be mind controlled, shape shifters, or anything... Keep your eyes open" he told her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 00:46:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Watch how you talk to me Sparky. I didn't break your heart... Fuck! All of this should have been explained... Were you sent down here without knowledge of what was going on? God DAMMIT! Someone shoot her!" Dr. Grimm said, pointing at the rep that had dropped in with team. "...Sparky I'm not sure about everything that happened here. But I can tell you what I know. Three weeks ago one of the scientists was brought in because his supervisor thought he was having a seizure. But nothing was so we did a scan..."<br><br>Samantha hit a few buttons on a key pad and lead them into a large medical lab. She moved to a computer and typed up a few things, bringing up an X-Ray image of a person's head. There was a large black spot in the middle of their head, with something that trailed to the spinal chord.<br><br>"There was something in his head causing problems. Whatever this was it had high levels of Ropivacaine. He wasn't feeling ANYTHING let alone what was in his head. But we never got the chance to find out. He broke out of medical and died in a loading accident. Crushed completely under a falling cryo-tube that had something Doctor Locksley was having brought in." Samantha said, looking at her the team in front of her.<br><br>"Do not extend beyond your contract, doctor." the representative said, glaring at Sam.<br><br>------------<br><br>"Orders are to take her out!" came the response over Jay's radio. "Take her down and do NOT let her get away!"<br><br>Other barricades were being over run by other people, all of them swarming toward marine team locations. A door behind team Three-Seven opened and several people came rushing out all of them with a crazed look in their eyes. They moved on the person that was farthest back, grabbing at her. She turned, her eyes wide as they tore at her clothing. She swung her rifle clubbing at one of them but was forced to the ground as they swarmed her and the others. One of them turned, firing into the crowd. As he reloaded the others in the group got up, covered in blood and body parts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 04:05:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Gee, sorry Sam...</strong>" Jennifer grumbled, looking away sheepishly. "<strong>..like you gave me a lot of choice in the matter.</strong>" She whispered to herself, her eyes fixing on the rep as the team assmbled around them. "<strong>I really would, if I could spare the ammo.</strong>" Jennifer piped up, holding her rifle up again and turning ever-so-slightly towards the rep with a slight grin. "<strong>She'll serve her use as a meat shield, whatever is causing a ruckus will get first dibs on her.</strong>" Jennifer of course didn't mean it, even if the rep was a total bitch, no body deserved that kind of fate, even bitches like the rep. With that issue aside, Jennifer quickly caught back up to Sam as she entered some kind of medical or research station area.<br><br>But as things could only go down, Jennifer's heart sank as she could hear the orders passed to Jackson. Immediately she turned away from everyone and raised Jackson's comms. "<strong>Jackson! Report Marine! What are you engaging?</strong>" As she raised her voice over the radio, Jennifer heard Sam talking from behind her, and turned to see the computer monitor and the X-Rays. Her face tensed in a completely blank stare as she, well, didn't know what she was looking at. Some kind of weirdness in the guy's brain, or it was his brain, or covering the brain. Either way, the mentioning of the cryo-tube incident sent off warning bells. If anything had been leared being on this colony for stational rotation duty, Jennifer learned common sense was the first casualty of Weyland Yutani, followed by morals. "<strong>Oh, great, so a crushing death to a man with an unknown cerebral infection just goes by unchecked? And this whole disaster is a complete surprise to you all because...?</strong>" Jennifer sarcastically mumbled, biting her lip as she paced beside the computer terminal, her eyes scanning the room as she was locked in deep thought.<br><br>"<strong>Contracts? Fuck contracts, things are going to the wolves here, fuck your deal, representative of the year, and some one tell me what in the fuck is going on? Why...</strong>" Jennifer paused as she could hear chatter over the radio, civilians jumping barricades and attacking Marine squads. "<strong>...why in the fuck are the colonists attacking the other squads? What in the fuck are you people doing down here?</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens: P3X525</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 05:23:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jay's bullet ripped across the first woman's throat, then moved back to the squad. "Three seven move your position, damnit!" he snapped over the comms, before raising his assault and hitting the switch. The loud bang came over, and the grenade impacted among the group of civilians and soldiers, making sure to only knock the marines over. He slung his rifle back around, and grabbed his sniper, before nailing those that tried to get up. "Three seven, do you hear me? Move the fuck out of the area, you've got more hostiles closing in on you!" he barked, as if giving orders. "That area is not safe!" he said, nailing another.<br><br>"Comm link Commander!" he said frantically, linking back to his own squad commander. "Hostiles are civilians" he told her, then fired his next shot before slamming in a new magazine and starting again. "Anyone you see who doesn't get down on first order, or who has a bad look about them, Open fire..." he said, glimpsing over the marine squad he'd just been covering, seeing who was alive. "These... Zombies... Don't seem content with just killing the women, commander... Be careful" he told her. "Channel two" he said, being patched to Three Seven again. "Three Seven Delta, do you copy?" he asked.
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