Xeuss was a bit puzzeled by the lack of interest the marines had for how a bunch of angry xenomorphs just walked away. Maybe they knew about his type of Super-Soldier? Maybe there were other hybrids like him out there? He turned his back at Malus while he was calling the troops, still watching the damaged door, wondering how they were going to get out of there. He tempered with the control panel and the managed to open the door to the point where it was bent, luckily making an opening just high enaugh for a grown man to crawl through.


Then, hearing the marine's last sentence he quickly turned to look at him with a bit of confusion in his expression. "I don't mean to burst your bubble, but we will not be facing any xenomorph resistance until we get to the Queen." Then he remembered that humans didn't quite speak xeno language. And also, they didn't know that HE did. He hadn't propperly presented himself and if he was to gain their trust, he had to at least be sincere. It wasn't quite the best kind of news to give to a marine who had been so obviously scarred by the Corporation's war with the two most deadly species known, to say "Hey, by the way, i'm half bug." But Xeuss was that kind of person, always keeping the last thing you wanna hear for last.


"You still don't know who I am, do you? I am Xeuss, short for Xenobiologically Enhanced United States Soldier. I was new with the marines, they used only young, unexperienced volunteers. I guess the elite were not as expendable as us. They were trying to make an army of super-soldiers, combining human DNA with Xenomorph DNA during a cloning process. They succeded in coming up with guys like me, but then i guess they decided it was too risky to continue and bombed all the men and women who had been through the cloning process along with the whole facility. I managed to get out of there in time and i've been living on that ship that's probably still parked somewhere close unless you guys blew it to hell. And now back to my point, the super-soldiers were made with the purpose of neutralizing any kind of threat pozed by a hive and finally turning the hive to their own side for the benefit of humanity. I can talk to them and they see me as one of their own. But i can't assume control until the queen is dead."


He stopped talking to let Malus digest the information, but not for too long, he was a smart guy, right? Well it didn't quite matter, he didn't want him to see all the hidden details after all, so he continued, saying "So are the other marines coming, or are we just waiting for the queen to get angry and send every last predalien out there to kill us?"

Hearing Sam and this Xuess fellow chat,Delta had been giving orders and was ready.
Loading a fresh magazine into his M41A1 pulse rifle,loading the maximum number of buckshot rounds into the grenade/shotgun housted under the barrel and pulling on his helmet delta was ready.
Looking through the illuminated HUD in his helmet and hrough the small eyescreen delta saw the world through a lovely illuminous green,but decided to take it off.
Delta said "here lads,im not gonna sit around and wait!",while throwing his ppulse rifle over his shoulder by his sling,he took out his custom desert eagle handgun and said to Sam and Xuess "After you,ladies first",while smiling and pointing to the vent.

(wow everyone is kicking my ass)


(Voltage got off his knees and thought up strategy. His arm was gone and had a few items left. Quickly Voltage threw a shuriken. War dodged it but it flew on and Hit Fire Hunter in the back of the neck going deep enough to hit its secong throuat so wouldn't be able to jab it at LH. Then as War turned, Voltage tied a charge onto his last shuriken and threw it at War again dodging it but it stuck up in the ceiling above him bewteen Fire Hunt and Him). COME WITH ME TO HELL!!!(then a horriable explosion hit Fire Hunter and War, Bit of recoil knocked LH and Voltage back from the explosion which made the structure cave in and block LH and Fire in the other side while War fell insiode the crater followed by the the cave in covering him in rubble. Voltage laid in pain and decided to use his medicomp before War broke out of The structure and come at him again. Voltage stitched and injected medicine inside his body and got to his feet waiting for War to come out. Voltage had his plasma gun ready with no sense of fear whatsoever

The pair of Balatu warriors had began their trek into the maze of machinery at the outer edge of the ship's main reactor.

Predator428 was having a bit of trouble keeping his balance as he walked across the metal gratings of the floor; his feet couldn't get a good grip on the secretions covering it. These hardmeat had certainly been busy, almost the entire surface of the metal was covered in the now hardened substance. Their twisted webs were turning the entire deck into an environment more suitable to the hardmeat's liking. While the power plant's systems already kept the chamber pleasently hot, the secretion had begun to crank up the heat to almost sufficating perportions.

As Predator428 and Black Warrior continued to navigate their way through the newly formed nest, Predator428 tried to recall all he knew about the layout of this area. He had had some experience in engineering, and had spent his share of time in the reactor plants of smaller vessels. Predator428 could tell that they were currently in the coolant pumping facility, a maze of machinery that surrounded the main reactor. Once they got through, they would be in the reactor chamber itself. A likely location for the queen's home.

A low moan caught the attention of Black Warrior as he check around a particularly large pump. He called Predator428 over to see his discovery, barking at him to hurry. What he found disgusted him.

Dozens of yautja hung from the opposite wall, all held in place by a thick coating of hardmeat resin. One poor soul still clung to life, but the others were clearly dead. Each one had a jagged hole in their chest, their lifeless faces contorted in the pain of death. There were no eggs in sight, but the skeletal remains of facehuggers could be seen laying at the suspended feet of their victims.

The surviving yautja let out a wet cough as his chest started to buck away from his living restraints. Predator428 switched vision modes as he scanned the being, already knowing what he would find. A snake like organism was tucked away behind the sternum of the yautja, the bone already cracking from the chestburster's attempts of escape. With a final thrust, the sternum was shattered and the infant predalien forced itself halfway out of the now dead yauja's chest cavity. The creature spread its mandibles and hissed at the pair of hunters as it tried to free itself from the torn flesh of its host.

In the blink of an eye, Black Warrior's plasma canon was already locked on and firing at the screeching creature. The explosive burst of plasma hit the corpse, setting the body on fire as the flaming chestburster fell from its host. The small creature gave one last screech as its serpentine body curled up in death.

The creature's death seemed to have caused a reaction within the hive, like a living organism that had been cut by a blade. A group of deep roars could be heard echoing through the thick atmosphere as a group of predaliens awoke from their rest, thoroughly enraged at the death of their bretheren. An unknown number of them began to sprint towards the pair of hunters, many crawling over the walls and ceiling to gain speed. Predator428 drew one of his short swords and ejected his wristblades, taking a defensive stance as the swarm of predaliens rushed towards them.

Down in the crater, War heard the distinctive sound of a plasma caster activating. He knew rushing up would get him shot, something he did not need at the moment.

War then began flexing his arm, a little movement was avalible. Almost, he thought. He'd need both to take out the hunter with the advantage. He looked around. War saw the remains of FH's corpse just nearby. War crawled over to him and in a soft hiss *sorry old friend* ripped off an armor plate from FH's exoskeleton structure. War then hurled the piece, sharp as a blade, up to the opening of the crater. Voltage barely had time to register what was fly and tried to shoot it out of the air. No use, the object struck faster than the plasma had time to heat and fire.

The saticfiying sound of busted machinery sounded wonderful to Waralien. He then squated down and thrusted himself up hard. Waralien pounced on Voltage and knocked him on his back. Voltage then insterted his foot into War's stomach and thrusted him off. War crashed down on the floor nearby and recovered quickly. Voltage did the same time too.

Both were eyeing each other, trying to see who would move first. War was waving his tail back and forth trying to see an opening in Voltage's defences. War looked up to see a beam, danggling by a small percent. One more cut and that thing would come down hard. War kicked back his head and launched a stream of acid onto the beam. The acid ate quickly and dropped it onto him.

The object pinned him down and he struggled to try to remove the object. War stopped him by hopping onto the beam and stabbed his tail into his shoulder separating his good arm. War then turned his head to the hunter waiting to see what the hapless warrior would do.

Alouran jerked a little as she started to come around to being awake. She shifted her hips a bit and hissed as the sharp pain of her ribs let her know she was not ok. Hand balling up into a fist she rolled onto her back, god how that hurt but she had to get up if she wanted to live. Her green eyes stared up at the machinery above her. It was hot, uncomfortably so and rather dark. The hiss of working machines, the dim light that came from the open maintenance hatch she had fallen into helped to bring her out of her thick semi consciousness.

First she moved her toes, those worked and nothing seemed to ache or cause pain. Next her legs, sore but not busted. Figuring that meant her hips where ok she slowly sat up. Drawing breath threw her clenched teeth it made a slight whistle sound. Her ribs where definitely busted with the ache and pain they caused with each breath or movement. Balling her hands up into a fist she looked down at them, they where burnt from touching that heated pipe about 10feet up. Head throbbing she turned it to look around and the room spun uneasily. Putting a hand to her head she felt her helmet, probably what stopped her head from being cracked open like a watermelon.

Rolling to one side she groaned loudly before the sound of a plasma cannon made her freeze. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She muttered softly as her mind cleared the rest of the way of it's sleepy like haze. She rolled over to her stomach and went to her knees then to her feet. Her left ankle and knee was sprained. "Fuck, thats gonna make slow going.." she thought silently before looking around for her gun. A loud creak caught her attention as the gun slid off a pipe and cracked in the head letting off a series of rounds. Her yelp was slightly drowned out by the rounds ricocheting off the pipes and metal work with sparks. "Son of a bitch.." she muttered softly before reaching down and picking it up.

Looking around the dim machinery area she started to limp down a narrow corridor of walkway. Looking down she saw that her hands where shaking to the point it almost made her gun rattle. "Fuck, that shaking has to stop... I'll never make it out of here alive if it get too bad.." A few more feet and the girl sank to her knees coughing up blood. Her mind whirred with all the possibilities as to why she was coughing up the blood. Breathing hurt but it wasn't as if her lung was punctured, maybe it was bruised? Maybe it was her stomach? She couldn't tell and it was pissing her off to the point the pain was just a bit of a hindering as she reached into her pack and searched for her med kit. Pain killers, wound dressings, scalpel, stitches ect. "Score." she said to the pain killers but paused and turned her head to the side quickly and choked up more blood. "I can't take these if I'm choking up blood like this.. they'll never stay down." she let out a heavy sigh as she stuffed the pain killers back into the med kit grumbling.

Slowly the girl got back onto her feet and stumbled slightly before leaning against a support beam holding her side. Looking ahead for a slightly moment she could see just the faint outline of something big flinging around as if it was being attacked. It was BW and Predator428.

Voltage was pinned and there was nothing left he could do...nothing Voltage had finally reached his point and stared into the creatures jaws. In anger Voltage vionlently kept headbutting War to piss him off and then War crept closer and tried to strike him in the skull with his throat gouger. Voltage slipped his knee under his dead arm and kicked up and positioned it in Wars face and the force of Wars gouger hit the comp on his wrist and which set a time for a bomb from 30 seconds. Voltage laughed as hard as he can until falling into shock from blood loss and acid tearing into his vital organs finally Voltage can die happy for the first time.

Knowing the laws of stepping in when there is a fight for the skull of a hardmeat. SHadow stayed back, watching and waiting untill one died, before she stepped in. "OH SHIT" She practically yelled in Yautja, which is almost in a pure roar of words. She turned on her heel and ran, booked it out of there.

Running down the hall, she bumped almost in to PredatorV2 in the mad dash to get to safety. Speaking rapidly and hearing the growls, the skull of the female that was from her first fight so far on here. It was the signal of her end of wanting to be both human and Yautja. To give up her Human half and accept who she is, who she has been running with and the pain in her chest of wanting to be accepted for being both. She gave up, her human side died the day she walked back on the ship asking for that one last chance. She died there and was reborn a pure yautja in heart.

The blood stained her body in a preditorial way, streaking from her face down to her foot. She gasped once and told him exactly whats going on. "Bomb, Hunter's moon set a bomb on a hardmeat on the last ditch effort to even kill the hardmeat before it went any where else. Died honorably." She nodded once. "Three Hardmeat, all yautja's dead that was with me and Hunter's moon, that i know of"

She heard the last bing of the timer just before it went off, the heat erupted in to the hall not going to far since it wasn't set that high, going in the vents to flush what ever was in there out.

Either Pv2 ducked and blocked her from most of the heat or she ducked and moved in a fetal position to block the heat. Waiting for that moment when the fire passed and all was normal, except for the smell of dead xeno's and yautja filled the air, circulating in her mask.

War realizing what he had done tried to get away. The moment seemed to go slow as he tore himself from the position. Every second seemed like an eternity to him. He had to think quickly. The device he set was not a large scale item, it was a short range tactic. He scanned the room. War then saw the crater created earlier.

War dived right in just as the timer went off. He heard the beeping and the sudden crack of the bomb. War, instead of safely diving into the crater, was thrown agains the bulkhead and smashed hard against the metal.

War howled in pain as he felt his arm come back again only to suffer much more pain then before. War slowly rose, stiffly but surely. The pain was subsiding but it still hurt to move. He saw the small crater created by Voltage, his last tribute to his cause. War also saw a charred corpes of a Predalien who had wondered in too far to the battle. This may serve his purpose but as too how he did not know.

Screeching a call, a drone came to War's side and covered the injured areas in resin. As soon as the resin healed the injuries Waralien took off in the direction of the Queen. Something was not right in the hive. He needed to know.

(Good match Volt, but Im not ready to die yet, there is still too much to do right now and Im the only one to do it)

Malus, walking towards the sound of the gunfire, screams, and other various sounds of commotion, heard the explosion a second before everyone else, as usual. Lowering his centre of gravity and making sure to keep his balance, he appeared unnaffected by the explosion, so far away it was from his position. He nodded to himself in satisfaction. From the sound of the explosion it was a short range weapon, perhaps a miniature version of the tactical nuke that the Yautja used when defeated in combat. They would not have brought full-strength nukes to a ship they were fighting to save.

"One less pred to worry about." He said quietly, and hoped that the ugly bastard had at least done him the favour of killing a few bugs. It was nice when an enemy killed another enemy. Nicer when the first enemy died in the attempt. Either one of the preds had challenged each other, which was unlikely, or something else had happened. Maybe it was a bug, after all, every now and then you got a bug that was unusually tough and smart, what Malus called Alpha Bugs. But Malus had another theory.

"Nikkie." He said softly, shaking his head. He checked his synthetic eye's HUD and scanned for life signs in the area he'd heard the gunshots from, hoping to find a human lifesign, hoping that she was still alive. She was a soldier like him, and he'd just gone out to bail her outta whatever situation she was in. Also, every marine that fell dramatically lowered the chances of the rest, the chances of survival. He scanned for almost a minute, his eyes flashing as he checked the area she'd been for anything. Anything at all.

"Just...dust and echoes. There's nothing left. She's...She's gone." He said quietly, shaking his head.

That meant that he was in charge of everything. Officially, now, at least. The fate of this ship, of the marines, of possibly the war itself, rested on his armoured shoulders. It was a burden he'd had to bear before, and he knew that this would not be the last time that he felt that weight crushing into his chest, reminding him that he after all did have a heart. He could tell because it was doing a drum solo at the moment. That familiar feeling of stress and loss that had bleached his hair, hardened his heart and dissolved him into a shadow of his former self. Darkblade indeed.

Then, as he turned back to face a nearby door, he noticed a human life sign after all. He did a quick scan, and the IFF tag of the human made her identity clear. Alouran. Standing in the corridor, about halfway between the fight and the hangar, he turned and with a booted foot, kicked open the door, stepping inside with his smartgun at the ready. No threats that he - or his weapon - could spot, so he walked over to Alouran, already shaking his head and looking at her with a sad sigh on his pale lips. Somehow, in the light, he appeared younger. Closer to his real age, anyway.

"Why is it that everytime I take my eyes off of you, you fuck up?" He asked theatrically, although in his usual quiet tone. Noting her injuries, he immediatly grabbed his first aid kit and bandaged up her more serious wounds and checked her vitals. "You've got a busted vein in there. This should fix you up." He said as he injected her with an expanding foam just above the artery. It would stop the bleeding for now, but it was only a quick-fix. To seal up the vein permenantly, they'd have to operate later.

If there was a later.

After patching her up, he handed her his gloves - noting her burned hands - and then passed to her her Pulse Rifle. "Hold it together marine, we still have a ship to capture." He said in his quiet way, placing a hand on her shoulder encouragingly. The moment of seeming comradeship lasted about a second before Malus turned away as Delta appeared at the scene. He noted the lack of unit identifiers and realized that - like him - Delta had gone rouge. Nodding his head in acknowledgement, he almost -almost- smiled. He poked the soldier and replied to his remark.

"All the ladies in this unit are dead, son. Now let's go and kill us some bugs. I want you on the Motion Tracker. If ANYTHING moves that ain't us, shoot first, and dont ask any questions until we're back home and pissed on Vodka." Malus said to him, passing the marine his spare motion tracker. It occoured to him that without Alpha Draconis, he no longer had a home. At all. Where would he go, after he got out of this thice-damned ghost ship? He thought about it for a moment, before remembering Kidd.

Of course. Weyland-Yutani. They'd be in need of good soldiers now.

He turned to Xeuss and inclined his head. "I am familiar with that program, I knew what you were the moment I heard the name. What they did to you is inexcusable. But, you've chosen your side. That's good enough for me. Now, we'd best get going. Vevlaa will have to catch up. I say we head over to where Nikkie was before. We should at least bring back a body for a proper funeral." He said, shaking his head. If she was caught in the explosion, there would not be much left to bring back. But, he was still a soldier. He didnt believe in leaving people behind. Alive or otherwise.

"Okay. I want a fire-team formation. I'll take point. Alouran, Delta, you go in the middle, watch out for vents and keep that tracker going. Xeuss, you've got sharp ears, up front with me. Fletcher, cover our asses. I don't want to get raped by any bugs cuz you were sleeping. Now. Let's move like we've got a purpose."

And with that, he set off.

After about three or four minutes of uninterrupted travel, with no incidents to speak of, they reached a door that was seriously buckled, and that smelled of charred metal. He also caught the stench of burned flesh, the unmistakable smell of death. "That smell...Impossible to mistake it, once you know what it is." He mused to himself quietly as he considered the area around him. The motion tracker was silent, so there was nothing untoward going on in there now. Whatever had happened, they'd missed it.

The door was heavily damaged from the blast. He looked over his shoulder at the other soldiers and nodded his head. "Okay. When the door goes, pile in quick and shoot anything that isn't human. But don't shoot Xeuss, okay? He asked, an attempt at humour. Noting the serious expressions of the soldiers, he knew it had failed miserably. he turned back to the door and looked down at it. A good kick should force it open. Though, the door would never close again.

"On three." He said, as he raised a combat boot, ready to slam it down onto the door with enough force to knock it clean off it's busted hinges.

"One." He said as he looked over his shoulder. Every face that looked back at him looked ready. They looked a little tired, sure, but they were ready. The best of the best. He was proud to be one of them.

"Two. Turning back to face the door, his mind wandered over to the other side, as he wondered what he would see there. A blast crater, and nothing else? Nikkie, alive and well but somehow not showing up with lifesigns? A bunch of pissed-off preds? Nikkie, her skin and skull gone? That was a thought he didn't want to entertain.

"Three." His boot slammed down into the buckled door, and it gave way...

Alouran stared at nothing as her awareness faded in and out for a few moments before long she heard something behind her. Turning she saw the door fly in and her gun went up in her hands. Her green eyes focused down the barrel to stare at another group of humans, Malus, Delta, Fletcher, and some funny looking guy. Bringing her gun down she started to cough up more blood as Malus started talking about how he could not take his eyes off her. Her eyes rolled in her head slightly as the metallic taste of blood on her tongue did little to brighten her mood.

She spat on the ground in reply to Malus' words about how he couldn't leave her alone. The next few minuets she spent cussing at him and cursing her self for falling down the hatch like an idiot. By the time he was done she was pissed as hell and hardly registered the pain in her ribs or the rest of her body. "You still ain't getting my MP3 player again old man." she retorted softly under breath. She tenderly tugged the gloves over her burnt hands and smiled softly at him. Despite all of Malus' gruffness he was nice under it. Flexing her hands she took her Pulse rifle back before putting her vest back on correctly.

Tilting her head slightly she wondered if Malus thought she was a guy instead of a girl. She kept quiet though and heard his orders. Walking in the middle as ordered with Delta she looked around the halls as trained and kept up despite the limp. Hall after hall, door after door till they finally came to the closed door. One, she grabbed a grenade, two, she unpinned and held it, three she tossed it into the open door. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" she shouted and covered her ears turning her back.
The grenade rolled into the room, sat for just a moment before BOOM, it ripped into anything living and dismembering it if was close or just filling it full of shratenal.

lone hunter quickly dispatched the first predalien by cutting off its legs followed qucikly by the head, he threw his plasma spear (just getting rid of it so it no longer excists) killing another three as it went through their chests. he drew his plasma pistol killing the fifth by blasting its head off.

he wasnt so lucky with the sixth as it knocked the gun from his hands and scracthed his face leaving three large scars from the right of his brow down nearly cutting out his eyes, then it stabbed him in hs shoulder and threw him amongst the other four as it approached a shuriken was lobbed into the back of its neck killing it, "thanks voltage" lh took out his glaive and killed one more by bisecting it from between it's legs up but then the other three ran away. "what the...?"

Lone Hunter looked up to see Shadow running as and heard Voltage's laugh "SHIT,SHIT, SHIT!" he ran after shadow a few seconds behind her, he wasnt going to die like this, as he ran he managed to pick up one of his mauls and his plasma pistol, everything else he left behind he had turned the corner and was behind shadow and her clan elder PV2 as the blast went off LH turned his left toward it to and let his wound be cautorised by the the small amount of plasma from the blast.

he roared in pain at the burn, but at least he wouldnt bleed to death, he looked at it realising that if the blast setting was slightly higher it would have done more harm than good, "probally would've killed me more like it" he thought. he turned and faced both Balatu Warriors and gave a polite bow and then asked the Elder "have you had any recent contact with the Elder of my clan Scarred Shadow?" then without waiting for a reply he said to himself more than to them "I need a new mask or I'll be joining the fellow Yautja's fate of this ship"

then he looked back up at the Eleder Pred V2 and said "I'll gather the rest of the young bloods along with the unblooded youngsters of my clan, but without a mask or wrist comp I will need help" his eyes darted for a second on Shadowatching, then on to the skull that was the human female he had saw earlier before Fire Hunter's attack, he felt remorse just for second at the fate of the human saying a little prayer for her in his head then looked back at the balatu elder waiting for his response.

he turned at the sound of a door being kicked in followed by someone shouting "fire in the hole" and an explosion... "we should leave" he said,but not out fear, for concern...one dead human is quite enough he thought...and besides his wounds still hurt like hell.

Delta heard the grenade going off covered his head and htier small 'squad' entered the room in a professionel manner.
Motion tracker in one hand desert eagle in the other,he picked up readings-but ghost like turning to malus and the team saying " CONTACT,WEVE GOT PREDS,GHOST READINGS BUT THEIR FAINT!","Sir, i cant read their position!"
A silence for a few seconds,but seemed like an eternity,they waited till the dust setted from the grenade and with sharp eyes looked for a faint glimmer or a disorted presence in the walll what predators used for their light bending camo.
Unslinging his pulse rifle and holstering his handgun,pulse rifle in one and motion tracker in another,delta still waited for the tense period to be over and waited for the inevitable attack!.

The attack never came. Xeuss fired his pulse rifle at the already badly wounded predator, purposely missing him only to chase him out of the room. He knew, no matter how arrogand they got, predators were not idiots, and such grave wounds as that one had on him were a great weakness against 4 at a time. Then Xeuss turned to face the woman who had thrown the grenade.

"Well great," Xeuss said with an ironic tone, smiling at Alouran with a cruel expression in his silver eyes, "if there was any body left to bring back home you just blasted it to hell :). At least the door is open... So i guess it's safe to assume nothing's left in there since nothing jumped at us- (then quickly turning to Malus) -you wanna help me with the Queen, or is ther some personal vendetta you have to pursue now?"

Xeuss was getting impatient, the queen kept yelling, kept telling him to kill them, to join her, and everything else she liked to say all the time. Before giving him time to answer, Xeuss walked into the room with his pulse rifle in his right hand still under the coat. To his surprise, the body had been far enaugh from the explosion to simply be blasted against a wall and it was relatively intact. A burned hand several meters away, but apart from that, it was only...

"Headless!" he said to the marines coming in from behind him, tilting his head back, but his eyes still on the body. "This is the woman who answerd me on radio, is it not? She's beat up pretty bad, too. And look," he said, getting down on his left knee and touching her spine "the head was cut clean off. I bet that puddle you just stepped in used to be her brains and skin." he said turning his head twards Delta, still looking at the body, remembering what he had learned about Yautja culture during his time with Lucifer.

"But whoever killed her didn't bother to take her spine. Either she was not strong enaugh herself, or whatever predator she faced was bad enaugh to pity her either way. You know, bad in a good way. Good for him, i mean, bad for us." Then he looked back at the soldiers and thought they needed a moment with their former colleague. He took this opportunity to look around the room.

There was much green blood. But there was also xenomorph blood, as indicated by several holes through the walls and floor. He started screaching "Stay away from me... Kill all the hunters first! Our time will come!" for any alien that was close enaugh to hear it. Then turned back at the soldiers.

"More will come. Clearly there are meny predators here to retrieve this ship. They could be right behind that door." He pointed to the door opposite to the one they'd come through. "They could be right there, just not moving. How many do you think the four of us can take? I take it you've met with these creatures before. You know what they're capable of. So are we going to just wait here to get ambushed, or what...?"

Waralien finally managed to get back to the Queen's chamber. She told him that there were intruders in the entrance of the hive. Waralien knew that was where he would make his stand against the intruders until the Queen could be moved to a safer location.

War navigated himself to the said area and saw the massive swarm of Predaliens ready to pounce. War let out a commanding hiss. Instantly the hybrids parted to allow Waralien to step forth.

The two intruders were none other than Blackwarrior and Predator 428.

War hissed a command to the assembled Prealiens and each began to fall back a few feet from his location. Another hiss and Waralien summondforth one of the largest and strongest Predaliens that the hive had to offer. With great strides, the massive beast came to a hault next to his commander. This one was one of the few, hand pick and trained by Waralien to protect the queen.

War hissed to him *allow me to fight Predator 428, you can have the other one*.

War and the Predalien turned and stared at the two hunters. War eagerly waited to see what his opponet's first move was gonna be.

Predator428 held his ground, confused by this new turn of events. The seemingly inevitable predalien attack had been stopped by a large hardmeat, apparently holding some sort of authority. The xenomorph didn't seem too disimilar from others Predator428 had faced, the only feature that stood out was that it was missing a pair of its back pipes. And then the realization dawned on him. It was the same hardmeat that Predator428 had blooded himself with.

Predator428 let out a throaty laugh and turned to Black Warrior. "I will handle this one, you keep going."

Predator428 turned his attention back to this new challenge and bent low into a fighting stance. His wristblades were already ejected and one of his short blades was still in his right hand. Predator428 spread his arms wide and uttered a deep growl, slowly circling the crouched Waralien. The mighty alien turned to track him, his claws and tail seemingly itching to spill his blood.

Predator428 drew in a deep breath and tensed his muscles, preparing for his attack. In turn, Waralien reared up from his crouch and stood at his full hieght, waiting for Predator428 to pounce.

Without any sort of warning, Predator428 leapt at the xenomorph. He swung his blade in a wide arch, hoping to end the fight quickly with a beheading. Waralien was a bit too quick, ducking under the swing and slashing out at Predator428 with his claws. The razor edge of the appendages raked across his forearm, slicing three neat trails across the skin. Off balanced, Predator428 tried to turn his swing into a punch, flinging his body weight to try and get around the alien. His bare fist impacted Waralien's back, sending the creature stumbling forward.

Both combatants took a few steps back, regaining their balance from the heavy blows delivered. The enraged Waralien pulled himself back into a crouch, hissing in spite at Predator428. His only response was to growl in annoyance, bracing himself for the next attack.

"BOOOOOOOM!" the human explosive devise detonated, seconds before PREDATORv2 lifted shadowatching who was badly wounded onto his shoulder. Slamming open the door opposite to where the devise was thrown PREDATORv2 grabed lone hunter pulling him along with shadow into this newly opened room. Punching the door control panel on the inside of the room, the door slammed shut sealing off the surprised warriors from the human attack.

With shadowatching still bent over his shoulder PREDATORv2 faced Lone Hunter2. "We will search for Scarred Shadow as well as the rest of the pack. After we get rid of this Ooman annoyance" Shadowatching groaned quietly as PREDATORv2 shifted his weight. PREDATORv2 scanned over Lone Hunter2 he was in no condition for battling a group of marines. Burned, wounded and missing weapons. PREDATORv2 motioned Lone Hunter2 to be silent, he listened closely hearing the Ooman voices outside in the hallway.

PREDATORv2 knew they were not save hiding in this little room, He had to get shadowatching and Lone Hunter2 away from the marines allowing them to regroup with the rest of the yautja warriors, thus allowing them to provide a good defence at keeping the marines away from any vital systems of the ship. PREDATORv2 scanned their surroundings for the first time, this was no simple room...It was a small armory. The ship was equipped with these tucked around different parts of the massive ship for such an occasion. The walls were lined with different types of hunting weapons, each was sealed in a solid case..unbreakable. PREDATORv2 found a case with different types of bombs: each was small, palm sized, they had the appearance of flat discs with a small colored stripe running along its center.

PREDATORv2 typed a code into the sealed container. The devise hummed then a silent "Hisssss" as the seal was broken and the case's lid slid open revealing the weapons. PREDATORv2 selected the disc with a faint yellow stripe: this 'bomb' was incendiary, used to burn through highly armoried attackers with liquid hot plasma. PREDATORv2 turned to Lone Hunter2 "As soon as I open this door and detonat this weapons, dash out and meet up with the others, once you come into contact with ScarredShadow or the young bloods contact me." Lone Hunter2 readied himself, PREDATORv2 placed his hand over the door's control panel. This was going to be difficult enough alone, but with shadowatching still slung over his shoulder, he was not allowed a mistake with this, It had to work. Activating his cloaking suit as well as shadowatching's PREDATORv2 readied himself.

Tapping the door panel, the door slid open "Swwwwish" PREDATORv2 in one motion dashed out infront of the marines tossing his weapon. The bomb slid under the group of marines who were startled by the sudden movement. PREDATORv2 had made sure that as he threw the disc it landed upside down, so that this blast would not be directed at the marines...but at their footing.. "BOOOOOOM" followed by sounds of sizzling metal and screams of surprised marines as they fell through the newly formed hole! The marines fell through the hole, 6 decks down! All the marines fell, all but one: Sam-Jack-Dunn, who appeared to be held by his neck by an unknown force. This invisible force was PREDATORv2's free hand.

PREDATORv2 still holding onto shadowatching slammed Sam-Jack-Dunn on the floor plating beside him. Delivering a swift kick to the midsection of the Ooman sending him flying, slamming into a wall of the hallway landing with a loud "Thud!" only feet away from PREDATORv2 the Ooman slumbed down onto the floor, lifeless. Shadowatching now conscious groaned, muttering incoherently as PREDATORv2 shifted her to his right shoulder allowing him to use his wristblades. Ejecting his 3 foot wristblade from his left arm mounted gauntlet "Sllliing!". PREDATORv2 Roared shaking the hallway, as he approched his prey slowly and with great caution...

Alouran heard Delta shouting about faint Pred readings before Xeuss opened his damn mouth and blurted out a smart alec comment. "Too bad we didn't shove you out in the fucking hall then." she spat the words out at him but he was already walking threw a door. She waited for others to follow before she too went after them. The girl looked at the body of Nikkie and grimaced as her stomach churned with unease.

A headless body, she could end up that way, headless and being used as some damn pred's trophy. Pain and Anger fueled the young girl to the point of almost hating the preds, or atleast the ones they had to fight. The sounds of a door sliding shut caught her attention. Thinking she was hearing things she remained on guard with her gun as level as her shaking body could get it to stay.

Looking up for a moment the swish of a door opening made her look down toward the sound. A huge pred stood there with things in it's hands and something huge on it's shoulder. Heart slamming she saw it flick it's wrist and something went skittering across the ground. "Look out!!" she shouted but it was too late her shout was drowned out by the percussing and explosion of the device. Trying to get away from the falling flooring she reached for anything, something, but nothing greeted her hands but air. For a few decks she fell but the bomb range started to become less wide. CRACK! her head hit a sheet of metal, bang, her arm hit the support beam of part of a floor then she landed on some twisted metal about 4 and some odd amount of decks down. Everything had seemingly moved so slow, her mind had told her to grab something, anything but when nothing had greeted her hand in those first few moments of midair everything had changed.

The girl had seen the faces and bodies of her fellow mariner all of them full of fear and some of oddly calm like they expected to die. Then there was the pain, the pain of hitting things in her free fall. Her arm was pinned under her upper torso, her body felt like it was on fire and she could not manage to get herself to move. Every fiber of her body screamed for her to move but the only thing that happened was her eyes started to close and things started to become dim. She wasn't dead yet, her body was just shutting down against her will.

Predator428 stood in his fighting stance across from Waralien. Both glared at eachother for what seemed like hours to them both, but was really only seconds. Predator428 unleashed his wristblades from their gauntlets, the metal tearing through their sockets and blazing forth seeming to imitate the owners emotion. Waraliens lungs bellowed a horrifying screech. At that moment Predator428 lunged and that was all Black Warrior saw.

Turning his attention to the massive beast approching, Black Warrior readied himself. The large predalien stepped forth, each pounding foot shaking the ground within a 5 foot radius. Acidic dribble dripped from the predaliens gaping maw, full of sharp glistening teeth. The second jaw protruded forth and snapped at the air, and the predalien let out a screech aimed to strike fear into Black Warrior.
Not phased by this cry, the God of Death returned with a thunderous roar, shaking the dust and webbing from the ceiling above.
Black Warrior's wristblades tore forth into the air, their greenish black overcoat glistening in the dampness.

The Predalien, seeing the start of conflict, lashed its tail forth, Black Warrior leaned out of the way, missing his stomach by an inch. The god of death rolled and flipped backwards over the predalien, facing the aliens back upon landing. The massive barbed tail whipped back and with a lash lacerated the shoulder of Black Warrior. Turning its head to look back the predalien watched its tail. Simply blinking at the small pain inflicted, BW grabbed the tail, and one of the spinal tubes. Forcing up with his full body weight the hunter pulled the massive beast above his head and threw it towards the hive wall. Rocks and gravel broke loose and came floating down only to crack and shatter upon earthly impact. The predalien followed the rocks and bounced off the webbing, only to come crashing to the floor with a thud. Immediatly after its fall the predalien shifted weight and rolled over, then began to run towards the hunter, mandibles flared and second jaw snapping. The Predaliens face was a fierce mixture of hatred and alienistic features. Bw braced himself for inevitable impact...

Just as he finished talking Xeuss heard the sound of a door sliding somewhere behind the one he was pointing at, so he quickly rolled next to it and put his back against the wall, waiting. After that, it all happened as in a single moment, the door slid up, the bomb exploded, pushing Xeuss so hard against the wall that he fell down as he watched the huge contour of a stealthed creature dashing right past him and grabbing Malus while Delta and Alouran fell with a considerable amount of the room's floor.

Just as he thought, they were actually there, waiting. He got angry at the humans and their sense of "leaving noone behind". In the 2 seconds that he took to think of these, Malus and the huge shape were apparently just looking eachother in the eyes. Then he saw Malus get thrown to the ground and soon after sent flying behind a corner where he could no longer be seen from where Xeuss was lying. It was all happening very fast. He put all his strenght in not making a sound, even with the immensely annoying feeling of something burning on the inside of his bones as he got up.

At the same time, he understood then why the cloaked shape was so big. Another pair of eyes glowed right at him as the other predator's eyes glowed at where Malus probably was. Appatently there were two predators, one carrying the other. There was no titme to worry about his own pain, Xeuss only had a split second to do what he did. He jumped to his feet right next to the cloaked predator. Not intentionally, this was loud enaugh to make him turn to face Xeuss, but his hip met only a foot that threw him off-ballance and into the hole he himself had made.

The one that was being carried fell from PREDATORv2's grip and on the floor in front of Xeuss, facing down, now decloaked. "What the hell..." Xuess muttered as he was looking at the barely moving shape in front of him. It looked like a woman, but it was clearly not just a woman. She seemed to be barely conscious still. Was this because of her fight with the other woman, Nikkie? Was she yet another Weyland-Yutani experiment who had turned against them? Xeuss couldn't help but sympathize with her. She was short and light for a predator, but his body still hurt from having a bomb explode right in front of him.

Xeuss took a deep breath and grabbed Shadow by the waist with his right hand, dragging her along the floor to the nearby door. She was trying to resist, but hadn't yet got all her strength back, Xeuss thought. He dragged her through the door and placed her on the floor with her back against the wall. He knew predators well enaugh to realise that the hand grabbing his throat all of a sudden was not a sign of grattitude. "See to your wounds first!" he managed to gutter while fighting to loosen her grip, until her nails sunk into his skin and Xeuss' acid blood sunk into hers. That must have hurt, because slowly, he managed to pull her hand away from his neck and left her sitting there, breathing heavily, as he closed the door behind him.

Leaning to the right from all the pain, holding his chest on the inside of his coat, Xeuss ran to see if Malus was still on the hallway.