Cletic stood up in pain he arm was gone and his shoulder cannon he looked around for the shooters he found nothing,he had to make up a plan fast and quick before he was killed.Cletic looked back at his bleeding arm his bright green blood covered his armour,his wirst computer was and self destruct wasnt working.

He already knew a plan if he was killed he looked around nothing but he flicked his vision modes and finaly he had found somethingit was a tip of a gun but were was the shooter,cletic got out his spear gun and fired at the tip hoping that his new advereserys will show.The spear gun had done its job,its impact had made the enemy jerk and lose his camoflauge but not completely cletic then took of his plasma cannon and throwed its remains on the floor.

Cletic picking up his serret whip he swinged it and tighted it around the the main gun and pulled revealing the human.Cletic picked up the gun he had pulled off the human and smashed it agaisnt the rock.

kirby looked on with some intrest in the fact that the pred ran right into the humans.kirby looked at the fallen heman and pred the pred was dead but the human was alive if just,and the humans were trying to help him,but the pred was in the way....and he wasent going to just let them take the human or him.kirby really didnt want the humans here to know that a alien was watching hopeing pick them off one at a time...kirby would have to wait some more....

Vevlaa was stressed, VERY stressed. He had absolutely no idea of what was going on outside The Waffle. He had been stuck in there for hours, and none of the doors would open. â€ÂDamn that EMP!†he grinned, as he tried to bypass the door systems.

Vevlaa reached for one of the electronic cables to the door control within a small compartment, he would very soon regret it, as a loose cable fell over his hand, sending a small but painful electrical shock through him. His hand shot backwards. Vevlaa looked at it, and his facial expression changed from stressed to mad…

He jumped up, and laded a hard kick directly into the cable compartment. Sparks flew, but the powers to the doors were restored. A quick smile appeared in Vevlaa’s face, as the hydraulics kicked in and the ramp opened with a squeaking noise.

Before walking outside, Vevlaa grabbed his helmet from the floor, and put it on. The HUD buzzed to life, and displayed the status of the defense perimeter. No engagement. Good!

It was about then a sound coming from a high powered rifle reached his ears. “Alright! Malus’ Railgun! †he said to himself, as he turned his head. Then he noticed a more disturbing thing. A emergency marker displayed in his HUD, warning him about Carmines current situation. He needed help, and he needed help now!

Then a second shot was fired, but this time from a bit smaller weapon. Vevlaa had to guess it was a 50cal. And the only one carrying that was Delta… That meant at least he was ok.

A red arrow appeared in his HUD. The motion trackers had picked up something. It was still a bit too far away from the main defense to start firing though. By the way the arrow moved, Vevlaa guessed it had to be either a Predator, or a very similar creature.

Vevlaa grabbed his M41F from its shoulder position, and started to move against Carmine’s position. It was a bit outside the motion trackers scan field, so he decided to turn on his own motion tracker, giving Vevlaa a 360degree scanning of the area.

When he approached the outer scan field, his motion tracker lit up. There about 50 meters was a hidden target. Vevlaa knew immediately what was hidden behind that bush. A Xenomorph! As soon as the motion tracker had confirmed its position; he could see a tail slowly wagging back and forth. It was nothing anyone would have noticed, if they didn’t have the right equipment…

Vevlaa pretended that he didn’t see it, and walked closer to Carmines position. Now knowing where the Xenomorph was, he could easily move closer without falling into a ambush.

Vevlaa were a excellent marksman, and hardly never missed his target. Especially not with a recoil free weapon as the M41F with a flamethrower instead of the grenade launcher… the HUD displayed 30 meters. At this range he could easily kill a fly in the center of a paper target. A Xenomorph was no challenge…

All of these things flew through Vevlaa’s mind as he mentally prepared himself for combat…
20 meters... It was now or never. Within a blink of an eye, Vevlaa had his rifle ready to fire, and the flamethrower lit up. Targeting was easy. At this range, Vevlaa was deadly with a rifle. As Vevlaa pulled the trigger, five rounds exited the barrel with deadly precision.

The five multipurpose rounds flew through the air at 5times the speed of sound, making the hit at 20 meters almost instantly, blasting through the creature’s tail, cutting it in half. It was a shame that Vevlaa couldn’t see the body or head of the Xenomorph, but at least he got rid of a Xenomorph weapon that he had seen so many of his comrades been killed by. He would not suffer the same faith as them!

Almost instantly as he had fired the five rounds, he sent a wall of fire against the Xenomorph. He knew on 20 meters, it wouldn’t have any other effect other than preventing the creature to jump directly towards him……..


Kirby, that’s one. Your move!

Kirby let out a horrific scream as his tail was blown off knowing that his serprise was blown kirby ran full speed from the brush up a tree back to the brush...kirby took note that this human was not afired of him in fact he was keeping a close eye following his every move.then kirby leapt from the brush and...he missed the human but he was able to strech one of his claws out and leave a nasty(but not fatal)cut on his neck

your move

Vevlaa grinned as the Xenomorph hit his neck plating, and ripped through it, scratching his neck. It hurt badly, but Vevlaa had to stay focused. He knew that if the neck armor hadn’t been there, he would be one head shorter…

Vevlaa looked around and found the Xenomorph ready to charge at him again “Damn these runners†he thought,†they are damned fast†Vevlaa leaped sideways in case the Xenomorph would attack again, and lifted his weapon. Just milliseconds later, Vevlaa had pulled the trigger, making the rifle spit out more ammo in the general direction of the creature.

He wasn’t sure if he had hit, so just to be sure, the flamethrower mounted under his rifle sent out a wall of fire against the creature….


(Kirby, I’ll let you decide the damage you get, just to be a good sport ^^,)
That’s 2…

kirby dodged the wepon fire but the Flames he ran right into.kirby was completly on fire not a good thing at all...kirby did what come natural to him...he stoped...dropped and did something of a spazz roll.

kirby jumped off the ground still smokeing and now a black color not red and ran right at the human...pounced right into his stomach knocking the wind out of him and knocking him down....

Your move

Vevlaa fell to the ground, gasping for air. He silently thanked the heavy armor for blocking most of the impact, but still, it hurt bad. Vevlaa looked over at the now black Xenomorph â€ÂYou bastard!†he grinned, and struggled back up on his feet.

It didn’t take too long before Vevlaa had regained his breathing, and were ready to resume fighting. The creature, had taken a serious pounding, and yet, it was still running around like nothing ever happened.

Vevlaa had to admit, he was impressed by both the mental, and physical strength of the Xenomorph.

Vevlaa emptied the rest of the magazine towards the Runner, Not many hit the target, and the spread was wide, but at least he managed to make four holes in the torso area, and at least ten in the creatures right arm, making it almost useless. Vevlaa looked at the creature, “what a horrible sight†he thought to himself, while the Xenomorph bled its acid from the small bullet holes….

He knew the creature was very much alive, and dangerous...

I believe that’s three

Gaunt got back to the where the Hive was suppost to be, However only a few of them were still there, The rest had gone hunting or followed Firehunter.

Gaunt turned, He looked at the injured drone from his scouting party, He was better now, Scarred but he could stand up and move, Gaunt instucted the others to leave him for a few minutes and make sure the area was secure, He looked at the body of the creature they had killed and then thought about what it did to that drone, If they were going to survive they would have to become the hunters not the prey.

Gaunt gathered the last of his Hive (the ones that had stayed behined, in total 3 drones 2 runners) and headed off though the thick vegetation, homing onto the nearest sounds looking for prey.

(Sorry for being gone so long everyone :D)

He remained motionless, he was waiting for Malus' second lethal shot, but it didn't come, he pulled him up on his HUD but couldn't locate him, the IF/IR signals even blocked out friendly equipment, just as a security measure in-case of being captured.

"Am talking this bastard out myself, over". Delta mouthed ovver the boom mic protruded in front of his mouth. He regained ihs composure and held his breath, he felt the cold alloy stock against his armoured M2 deltoid. Calm... and CLACK. The second .50 Cal round had been aimed for the bastards head, but due to leverage and wind he'd missed, it hadn't flown straight and true, but instead dipped to the side and fully blowing off his right hand.

(That's one Cletic, engaging.)

kirby screamed as loud as he could hopeing to call any more aliens to battle and for the pain of the four shots to the body and the ten shots to his right arm.kirby thought that the human would be somewhat slow in that hevey armor but he was serprisely fast in it.kirby took a look at his arm and noticed that it was complity green with acidic blood...that gave kirby an risky but if it worked devastating idea.


kirby ripped off his right arm he took a looked at the human who was in shock as to how he could bear such pain and chuked it above the human.the human looked up wand the acid came down....

your move its good to be back

Cleic looked around from were it was shot he flicked vison modes and saw a little circle.


He looked at his right hand as the green blood covered the useless wrist computer.Cletic took out his shriuken with his left hand and chucked it at the circle but it had missed it had hit his arm giving him deep cut but not taking it off.

Cletic knew that this human was trying to aim for his head or possibly back of his head but what ever he did he couldnt turn his back on the human.The shriuken came back into cletic's hand and he flashed his eyes.

(thats one for me and you)

Getting to his feet, Malus wiped a small trail of blood from his cheek, where a razor-sharp fragment of his own rifle had spun in exactly the wrong way and left a small cut on his face. Grinning sadistically, he licked the blood from his fingers and reached with a gloved hand for his signature weapon. It had been a long, long time before someone had given him cause to bleed. That hadn't happened since Operation Pure Freakin Ownage, as Carmine had designated it. Everyone else knew it as the Battle of Nuremberg. His synthetic eyes lit up with savage glee as he ripped the magnum free from its holster and brought it up.

The target had completly forgotten him, distracted by Delta's appearance. Good. With a thumb, he flicked a small button on the sie of the heavily personalized weapon, and a small green dot appeared on the ground at his feet. Six rounds in the clip, and all of them were .357 high-velocity rounds. More than enough to cause some serious damage before he had to whip out the machete and start lopping off limbs. Unlike a fair few soldiers, especially those Alpha Draconis kids, Malus wasn't afraid to get in close with his enemy.

He usually lost all motor function in one or two limbs in the process, but that wasn't anything the medics couldn't fix with a few hourson an operating table, and that he couldn't bandage up before he bled out. Malus had a philosophy on pain. If you felt it, you weren't dead yet. Either that, or you had already gone to hell and not realized. Malus was cool with it either way. He'd already died once, and it hadn't stopped him.

Sadly, there would be no ressurection for this particular sucker. Oh no. Mal was going to do this job right. He was going to do it with a smile and high-velocity rounds. And so it was that Commander Darkblade raised his weapon, took careful aim at the bastard's left kneecap, and squeezed the trigger.

Malus was one of the best shots that mankind had. His accuracy rating was at 90% at any range over 400m, and at any less he could hit the target every time. Of course, those numbers expected that he had both his arms and both his eyes, and preferably most of his blood still being in his body, but Malus did tend to end up in harm's way a fair bit. Still, he rarely missed. Yes. He was that awesome.

And so it was, that Celtic's left kneecap was banished from this plane of existence, in a pretty green spray of blood. Realizing that his camouflage was screwed over, he decided to light a cigar while he waited for the monster to counter him.

(kk im gettin confused who am i fighting malus or delta or both of you guys)

Cletic looked the humans were attacking him from different directions if he turned his back the person from behind will attack.Cletic looked at his knee it was competely useless he got out his medi kit and braught out a a spoon like objeect which turned right into a dish and a flame lit cletic got his knife and cut a pice of his hair off it looked like and rubber and felt like it so it will do he put it into the dish then added blue liquid when the liquid had hit the flame it let out a little explosion but it wasnt going to harm him he put it on his wounds.The pain was instant he rushed throw his whole body.H elooked at his hand satisfied and then he turned to his knee and put it on there cletic got out his scabbard where he keeps hit shortsword in and tied it with his belt of mines but cletic took one mine and threw it a ledge.The scabbard had given his legs a little support but not enough to run fast or run at all.

He got up and backed off a bit till he was sure that he had both attackers in front of him.

Gaunt finally heard what he wanted to hear, the call of his brothers.
He sent out a screech signaling all of his brothers to stop, He homed in on the cry for help.
It was over to the east, Gaunt let out anouther screech signaling everyone else to follow him, He headed off into the jungle sending out a screech to the xenomorph, A screech saying 'where coming'.