The Chestburster had kept it's slow torture of the host for three full hours by nibbling, gnawing, pushing and wriggling against the ribs and soft tissue within her chest. The damage had been done, even if the Chestburster didn't erupt from her chest as of yet Cassandra would still be dead. She had sever damage to her heart, which the creature happily coiled it's tail around and bit a few times, as well as her lungs which were slowly filling with blood making it hard to breath. Not to mention some of her vital arteries hed been so severly shredded that she was slowly bleeding to death internally. Cassandra's chin and part of her neck was covered in dried blood, dried tears streaked across her pale face and her eyes were half shut as she lay on the floor. The Chestburster began to move around some more, again paying more attention to the beating heart of it's host. The heart was no longer beating as strong as at it was hours earlier, the host wouldn't last. That meant it was now time to leave this soon-to-be dead lump of flesh. The hellish nightmare within began to shift and wriggle and once more causing pain to it's host. It shifted towards the middle of it's host's chest and coiled up tightly and held still. Then it began to pushit's head against the ribcage and breastplate of it's host. It would push a few times and then stop, as if it was testing the strength of the bones. Then it pushed with more force this time like most other Chestbursters did, resulting in a loud crack that made the host scream in renewed agony. The screams were not as loud as the Chestburster would have liked, due to hours of screaming and crying the voice of the host was more hoarse. The creature repeated this once more and was rewarded with four broken ribs the poked out of the chest of the host the made it gasp and choke rather than scream. It was getting closer now. The Chestburster pushed once more and held this position for a few minutes before relaxing and then givng a more forceful push. This propeled the creature's head out of the chest of it's host who was too stunned to even scream but stared wide-eyed and full of fear at the creature that was the cause of it's pain and suffering. The Chestburster adjusted itself so that it was facing it's host. With half of it's body hanging out of the host's chest the Chestburster held perfectly still. It merely watched as it's host shuddered and gasped for air as if it were choking, an ordeal that last for three minutes until the faint beat of the host's heart finally stopped. The Chestburster hissed faintly as it seemed to cock it's head to the side. The host of the creature was now dead, Cassandra died from shock after the Chestburster finally broke free from within her body. Despite the hell she had to put up with, knowing that she was finally going to die brought a sense of calm and relief to Cassandra. She never wanted to die, as young as she was, but as the agony and torture continued she wished that she would die. Hoped that she would die so that the pain would be over for good. In a odd way, the Chestburster finally killing it's host was an unintentional unconcious act of mercy on the part of the creature. Said creature was now slithering around on the floor seeking a safe place to hide itself from the sight of others. Suddenly outside the room, alarms began blaring and the lights inside and outside the room had shut off. The door to the room slowly opened just as the emergency lights turned on. But nevermind all that unimportant stuff the door was open and no one seemed to notice the Chestburster, perfect. Freedom at last. The Chestburster was now free to slither off and remain hidden until the time was right. No, until the time was perfect for it to reveal itself. To reveal itself in its truly evil form. The bloody pale creature made it's way into the room and rapidly began to slither away, but it's escape hadn't quite gone unoticed.

"The Chestburster is getting away! Somebody grab it or catch it! Don't just stand there you fools, get it!" a male voice shouted.

This only made the creature, the Chestburster, slither faster before it disappeared out of the room and into a small hallway that was packed with people screaming, running, tripping over one another and carrying various items. No one noticed the Chestburster making it's getaway as it weaved through the masses of people towards a vent in the floor that had been left open for repair. The Chestburster made it's way to the vent and dropped fifty feet into a storage room below landing on a hard box before bouncing onto the floor. The creature gave what could be called squeak of pain after the impact and laid still on the floor for a few seconds. The height from which it fell plus the impact must have really hurt it. Once it seemed to recover the creature slithered around looking for the perfect spot to hide for now, settling in the corner of the small room. Soon it made a cocoon around itself as protection as it prepared for the next step of its horrific and blood-thirsty life: adulthood.


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The words stunning and horrifying could not even begin to describe the finished result of this creature. Black as night with a faint sheen, a perfectly ridged head, strong sleek limbs, a tail tipped with a deadly barb ready to strike, two interesting looking tubes upon it's back near it's shoulders, a mouth full of razor sharp teeth coupled with a small inner mouth with teeth of it's own and a long jagged scar proudly displayed across it's chest. The creature stood up on it's hind legs, an impressive eight feet tall, and began to look around slowly without making a noise. It held still for a moment and then gave a soft hiss, a nosie that would send a chill down the spine of anyone who heard it, before looking up to the ceiling of the small storage room. As if it was looking for something or someone. It stood like this for several minutes before it lowered it's head to the floor. Could something had been wrong or was the creature perhaps disappointed? Then the creature tilted it's head back slowly, a faint noise building in the back of it's throat that got louder until soon it was shrieking. The shriek had no meaning at all. Not call for help to it's hivemates, just a noise the could only be described as unhinged. Crazed. Perhaps....even anger. She, yes indeed "she", had always been crazed. Once she was done shrieking she burst through the door of the storage room and into a vaccant hallway, illuminated by red lights. Lights that made her think of blood and blood made her think of what needed to be shed. The blood of her prey and the blood of her enemies. Without a moments hesitation the Xenomorph Warrior sprinted down the hallway in search of prey and the few that she considered her companions. She could already sense FireHunter, the alpha male of her hive, moving around as well as another familier hivemate; Gaunt the Chestburster. Good, they were alive and well it seemed. Whoever had trapped them here would pay dearly for this. If she got hold of the ones responsible for this, the hell they were sent to would seem like heaven after she was done with them.

"First off james, how about a proper greeting, im not your fucking friend, im your commanding officer, so show a little respect" Turning to the group of Marines behind him chatting Peterson says, "Shut the fuck up shit heads, this isnt some god damn training exercise, you're all wet behind the ears and green as fuck so shut the fuck up and listen up!" Suddenly realising that the captain wasnt messing around the marines stood more upright and stood waiting for their commanders orders. "This is a xenomorph infestation, assume that its a class-5 critical quarintine, the Vae Victus will no longer be supporting us until we've cleaned this place from head to toe, you all wanted combat this is as real as it gets assholes, so stop fucking around, i waant 4 man squads patroling the area now move!" Peterson shouted. left and right marines scattered, the few sergeants left behind began organizing the gear and preparing for their next orders.


Three hours had passed and all was quiet, "Vae Victus this is Peterson, Shut down all traffic and move to cordione zone 17 zulu, we have a class-5 quarentine in effect, mass containment measures are in effect, I will be the only one to give the clear signal code 9, Peterson out!" picking up his pulse rifle Peterson put a dip of tobacco in his mouth and spit on the ground. "Status report sergeant" "Sir, all units reporting all clear, we have cleared everything until deck 473 sir" "Good to go Sergeant, youve got command up here im going downstairs, Peterson to Kilo 1-1 Meet me at the stair entry on floor 472, Peterson out"

Black set down the motion tracker before moving back to base camp. He wasn't in Kansas anymore. The hallways cramped space was a claustrophobics nightmare as he squeezed his way through side rooms to make it back to base when the lights flickered. Oh shit.... John pushed forward his shoulder lamp illuminating the dark corridors. Soon enough there was light coming from the end of the hallway to know base camp was a energy hog. Mostly just in time to hear Pete started up a conversation with Jessie.

He walked over with the group of Sergeants listening up. The units were doing mass sweeps of the area for any bugs. He moved over to Peterson snapping a salute like some toy soldier. "Sir how many of these fuckers are we possibly dealing with..." he asked quietly. He moved readying his gear for combat. He made sure his pulse rifle was fire ready before checking his armor.

It was a up to date acid resistant heavy model. The boys back home could really make a good model if they put their backs into it. It had a classic Colonial marine pattern with pockets to hold shit out the ass. He stood straight up looking around the room silently. His helmet camera catching in all the sights while the lights gave a gleam off the goggles on his helmet as he looked around at the other marines.

"sorry sir." salutes peterson and then relaxes " so why did you bring me out of the freezer huh and how can you tell it's a xeno infestation cause i haven't seen anything except you and the other newbies. are most of theses out of boot camp they look like it" he says and takes a swip of his flask and then offers it to perterson. " wanna drink?"

"We brought you jackasses out of cryo to deal with some stupid fucks that got mixed up in another one of weyland yutanis mass list of failures, so its our goal to kill every living or otherwise , thing aboard this vessel, then we're going to nuke the bastard, lets go we have work to do" Peterson said spitting on the ground. Thirty minutes or so had passed and Peterson stood at the door to the staircase that decended into the unexplored downward spiraling stairs, the darkness almost seemed to embrace and absolve you Peterson thought silently to himself. A platoon of about 20 Marines accompanied the Veteran Captain as he ventured down deeper and deeper into the darkness, Popping a flare he tossed it about three flights of stairs down, signaling his marines to move forward, three marines advanced and prepared to open a door. A marine placed a door breach charge on the door and counted down from three silently with his fingers, Holding his breath the door breach exploded and sent the door inwards. The three marines breaching moved in swiftly with skill and precision, "Sir, you're gona want to see this" Stepping inside the door Petersons gut turned upside down, old catacombs, "Fuck my life" He said silently, "Alright stay quiet stay tight and watch your asses this is about to get hairy gents" He whispered to his platoon. A single distinguishing movement bleep sounded from a tracking unit behind Peterson, one followed by at least ten more "AHHH" A marine screamed from the rear of the platoon, "AMBUSH! LIGHT EM UP!" Peterson Yelled as he began to open fire along the walls that seemed to be coming to life around his platoon! Cries of agony and fear range through the halls almost mimicing the gunfire following suite! Gunning down a xeno running along the left wall Peterson spit on the creatures corpse, "DIE MOTHER FUCKERS!" He yelled with a grin on his face, "Sir this is Ops we've got signals disappearing left and right from your team we're sending reinforcements" "Negitive Sergeant we're coming to you prepare to seal the doors, if we're not back in ten minutes you seal those fucking doors! THATS A GOD DAMN ORDER MARINE!" Peterson yelled into his comm unit, "Sir we'll be stuck down here with this things!" A private yelld back, "Shut the fuck up and keep firing marine!"


Eight Minutes later after fighting back up the stairs Peterson and five of his twenty marines sealed the door to the staircase. "All units seal all staircase doors" He said over the all hands comm, looking at his marines the five surviving men look frieghtened and tired, "Chins up gents its only going to get worse, lets go we ave supplies in the cargo bay!"

>Bloo: Shamelessly rip off narrative style and follow the trail.

         You choose to follow the three trails leading to the gigantic hole in the wall. This hole wasn’t here before – something large broke through it. But what?

>Think about things that may have made the hole.

         The first thing that comes to your mind is Red, The Hive’s Queen, but as was previously mentioned, she’d died a few weeks ago. Ha ha! That loose bitch. You knew she was going to die in the last RPG. You silently scream to yourself in your head because Xenomorphs aren’t capable of physically laughing.
         As you near the opening in the wall, you realize that the paths of the three trails diverge – the red blood goes one way while the Royal Jelly goes the other. The foreign green blood – non-acidic, mind you – goes both ways.
         What will you do?

>Bloo: Follow the Royal Jelly.

         Predictably, you follow the Royal Jelly, though you think it might be a good idea to backtrack later on and follow the human blood.
         Also predictably, the trail was relatively short. Royal Jelly is hard to come by, you think.
          ”Gosh, Royal Jelly is hard to come by.”
         However, the Royal Jelly trail DID lead you to two stray Xenomorphs, Krio and Dronehive. You don’t know why this trail stopped right where they were standing, but you decide to make them Shadow Serpents and let them tag along for a while. You now have 3 members in your immediate party with Bloo as Party Leader.

>Bloo: Equip tail and view other party members.

         Your tail is attached to you. There is no need for that.
         However, you DO think it’s time to see what your long-distance party members are up to.

>Bloo: Be GameFreak.

         You cannot be GameFreak because only GameFreak can be GameFreak. However, we can switch to her perspective and see what she’s up to.
         GameFreak has just seen Alpha Draconis enter the fray. They’ve entered near the bottom, and so they’ve already encountered many Xenomorphs, all of which are unfortunately Shadow Serpents. This is because the Shadow Serpents are the ones near the bottom of the ship while The Hive is closer to the top near most of the Predators.
         GameFreak knows that Alpha Draconis, while having entered near the bottom, is ascending to the middle of the ship to find the control room where they will activate the self-destruct sequence. This fortunately means that they’re getting further away from Bloo’s chamber, so one half of GameFreak is relieved. The other half doesn’t know why Bloo is still alive. GameFreak is weird.
         You wonder where the source of this “Royal Jelly” even is. You wonder if you can just…

>GameFreak: Be Red.

         You can’t be Red.


         Red is lying on the cold hard ground.


         Red is dead.

>Red: Be Bloo.

         You are Bloo again. Whew! What a trip. You decide that you’re fine being yourself and that writing as many other characters is a thing that won’t happen much anymore because that was a mess. Remember Jim and Phone?

>Bloo: Backtrack and follow the human blood.

         The human blood leads your party of 3 to a few elevators, some of which are conveniently big enough to fit a Queen. Dronehive is hesitant, but Krio is ecstatic about… something. You think you regret adding them to the party, but you carry onward anyway.
         This elevator is human-sized. You think you can’t possibly fit in the elevator, but no. This is possible. It happened in a canon Alien film. We’re fucking riding up, and you’re going to like it.

>Ascend.

         The elevator comes to a halt. This floor is filled with large corridors and contains many wide open areas. It’s probably a common area or a recreational facility of some sort – a place for the employees to relax, judging by the amount of pool balls and tables scattered among the resinous hive walls. A majority of your children are in areas like these, working hard to keep the Shadow Serpents alive and well. Dead Facehuggers litter the ground with many hosts lying helplessly limp against the walls, either unconscious or dead. You don’t care to really make a detailed inspection.
         You can hear gunfire in the distance, though it’s not particularly close. You can sense that many of your worker drones have already fallen victim to the source of this gunfire.
         Together with your new party, you decide to investigate.

krio was going to investigate more of the ship.he heard marines screaming and an old familiar hiss.very familiar.the hiss of...darklioness."they are in the weyland yutani facilties.i will find them"krio hissed before jumping out of the chamber and running off to station B.he saw that station B was on the other side of the deck.he walked slowley,then crouched,then crawled.he saw a marine commander called peterson.he gave everyone orders."he must be the big boss".but very near to him he sensed both fire hunter and darklioness."well pete...you'l have to wait."he crawled up the stairs without being noticed untill....


"guys!there is something on my radar!"a marine said."its on the stairs!"peterson screamed.
all the marines took a look at a xeno on the stairs.

marine perspective:

"blast him guys!"all the marines started shootinng on the stairs but krio was fast enough to get to a higher level.all the marines followed him and shot again.krio was so fast that he was able to jump in a vent without being scarred."man that thing is fast!they are also fearless so scaring won't work."

krio perspective:

!!!!

"how did they find me?!"all the marines started shooting at krio and krio was shocked."f*******ck!"
he hissed.he was runing up the stairs and thought they would'nt follow him."i saved my beutifull ass ther did'nt i.....".he was wrong.the started shooting again and krio was now just plain f*ckin scared."run!hide!"he did'nt know how fast he had to be to be in that vent on time.


krio's hart was pumping all his blood trough his vains...that would not have been happening if he stood still.krio saw darklioness crawling trough a hallway.he came out of the vent and said "i need your help."

minutes later after a long boring arguement krio and darklioness team up.

Blizzard was handed the royal jelly by Waralien who then ordered him to deliverer this jelly that the Queen had made reference to in her orders , as fast as Blizzard could run he headed by in the hive traversing the same route as before thankfully the strange pheromones who were non xenomorph or human had become even more faint than the less time he came through here but he also noted that the presence of armed humans had gone up considerably too . Blizzard made a small detour to avoid contact with these humans after all he was carrying an important cargo the royal jelly and more importantly his life .
After what seemed like hours Blizzard finally made it back into the hive it was more busy than ever before and the young warrior could sense that their was more veteran runners about somewhere in the hive . Blizzard went into the room where the queen had last resided when occurred to him there was no one there after searching the hive Blizzard let out a hiss of frustration before finally finding the pheromone trail that corresponded to the matriarch . Blizzard continued to sprint only stopping once to catch the jelly in mid air when it left his grasp ; who knows what would happen if the shell around the jelly was to break .

Eventually Blizzard finally made it to the queen who surprisingly was moving fairly fast for her size , the queen had not seemed to have noticed his presence once again which was good since this allowed him to stop and do whatever was the equivalent of panting before finally letting out a respectful screech to queen indicating he had the royal jelly .

He slid down the chute, landing at the bottom with a metal thud. He looked down at the grate he land on *Looks somewhat flimsy* he thought to himself. It creaked and moaned as he edged his way towards the door to the shaft. He slowly reached out, his claws barely touching the handle. The grate gave way as he grabbed the handle, dangling by one hand he tried to grab it with his other. The handle started rending as well "Do these damnedable humans make anything sturdy!" he bellowed to himself, as the handle broke and he plummeted into darkness. Some time later he awoke at the bottom of the shaft, he looked around hoping to see something to help him get his bearings, nothing. He crawled out into a dim hallway, there was a sign that read "Level..." the rest was scratched out. "How far did i fall" he said faintly, as he looked around he moved towards a stairwell to the right. He heard gunfire as he descended the stairs, switching vision modes he saw both humans and serpents several levels below him. He drew his axe as crept down another hall, switching to his masks xeno mode. There were trace amounts of xenemorph blood, but the walls were red with the blood of men. He continued further down the hall.

/Be second person/

You're pretty scared. You aren't quite sure if it's the noise the gunshots made, or the bodies on the floor. Either way, she wasn't looking to fight the humans. However, looking at Bloo, what could possibly go wrong? Anyway, you'll probably avoid them. Hopefully.

Your numbers were also reduced. Thanks to the damn treacherous bastard who is known as Krio, your numbers are only two. You decide he doesn't want to play with you. What an asshole. Allying with the Hive? At least Bloo has more time for you now. You like Bloo. When she notices you... Gosh. Anyway, you were gonna try to get to Red's hive... And get the royal jello? Sounds right.

/Be third person/


The marines slowly got closer and closer. Drone, having never been in a real life-threatening situation, was scared shitless. "What are we going to do?" She wondered, totaly unaware of the pleasures of combat.



/Be first person/
Error 31@$%#8 -below_sanity_standards-

-4/12/2171, Planes of Harmony Space station 375 floor, cargo hold. Current Status: Overrun with hive structure-



Blackburn made his way under a low overhang as the marines entered the open room. He swung the barrel of his gun left and right as he scanned the room for any signs of contact. The marines funneled out into the large room checking their surroundings as Peterson made his way into the room. Blackburn watched the walls for any crawlers before continuing on. The crates had been overrun with the hive, their steel melting into the structure. John gave his green light on the HUD telling the others he'd found nothing. He then made his way over to the supply crates situated in the middle of the room. The ambush had taken its toll on the marine ranks. He looked at the group remaining before reloading his ammo supply. The room was quiet enough as he looked around. The two rookies looked pale, one was rocking back and forth on the balls of his heels and one was fumbling with a lighter to take a smoke. Blackburn was more tired than he was scared. Yes a drone dropping down on top of you is a bitch, but not really a problem child. On the other hand the marines had little idea what had happened to this station. Three weeks ago this station had been quite active but just diapered off the map just within two weeks ago.


He had been woken up about two weeks ago to be briefed on the situation. Still it had been a puzzle to find out what happened. Most accounts reported that a freighter was seen entering the area before the disappearance. More shit to kindle the flames.

jesse sweeps the area as he walks along side blackburn and keeps his eyes sharp head on a swivel and senses ready for anything as his mrife- mounted flashlight and looks at blackburn and nods patting his shoulder as he watches their bacl and then moves after they move past him and joins back with them then moves back up to blackburn " so who do you think got on weyland-yutani's mass list and made such a mess they had to bring our asses out of cryo?" he asks blackburn and keeps his finger on the trigger sweeping the area his eyes shifting about scanning the dark areas and relaxed but alert at the same time. "so when did they bring your ass out of cryo huh? they brought me out a few days ago."

he asks blackburn quietly as they keep moveing.

Rampage-

Rampage had taken to the ventilation system and decided to wander around for a while after breaking away from the group of Xenomorphs he was following. He hadn't seen them in almost four hours. But that didn't really matter much, he could take care of himself and they were bonded to a hive with a Queen and they heard her call. Rampage didn't hear the call of the Queen for some unknown reason, maybe it was because he wasn't bonded to a hive. The vents were nice and wide, perfect for him to slip through with ease. The screams of terror and death died down and soon it was almost silent save for the occasional roar, screech of wail of agony. Rampage rested within the vents for a moment taking in the silence around them. Soon he was pressing onward again as he made his way to a screen covering the vent, Rampage simply pushed his head against and the screen fell off onto the floor with a light clatter. Rampage jumped out on the vent and landed on the floor with a loud thud and looked around for any signs of life other than his. No one so far. There was nothing within this corrior except papers and a few boxes that looked like they had been dropped. And it was still silent. Rampage hissed softly wondering where everyone had gone as he could only faintly sense any living things nearby. He wished he could hear something other than his claws clicking on the floor and his own breathing. His wish was granted shortly after. A loud shriek rang out faintly in the dark corridor, the shriek of another Xenomorph. It sounded...crazed and perhaps it was even pissed off. He couldn't smell it but he could feel it. It wasn't any of the Xenomorphs he was with earlier, no. Suddeny gunfire rang out from somewhere above him and he looked up and hissed. The screams of humans began once more along with the screams or enraged and dying Xenomorphs. Rampage hissed and ran back to the vent and leaped back inside with the intent on using the vents to climb up to the source of the screams. He wouldn't be seen and he could sneak up on the humans. He might even find the Xenomorph that shrieked earlier, maybe he or she needed help and perhaps he could help them. Also he was curious to see if anyone survived plus he was a little hungry and if there were dead humans maybe he could pick up a quick snack. Rampage was unsure of how far bellow the gunfire he was but he was determined to reach the area. Rampage hissed again as he was lost to his thoughts.


*Maybe some of the other Xenomorphs can tell me what's going on.*


Or not. None of the other Xenomorphs told him anything as her followed them through the hallways. Hell, one had even snapped at him and another shoved him. Those Xenomorphs weren't helpful at all. Maybe thats what Xenos that were bonded to a hive were like. Rampage didn't really know, he didn't even know if he'd had a hive. Did it really matter if he did?

FireHunter's howl reverberated through the level, the humans had yet to investigate the sound of the elevator falling and this frustrated the monster. It leaped down the elevator shaft, claws scraping the sides of the vertical tunnel as it made its rapid descent towards the shattered elevator at the bottom. Something caught its attention, sparks coming from one of the approaching openings, the creature stopped itself by digging its talons into the walls and coming to a halt just below the closed doors, it slowly rose to the same level as the doors, sparks bounced from its exoskeleton, the source slowly moving upwards. FireHunter growled and drove its head into the steel, bending it outwards, surprised yells emanated from the other side. Gunfire perforated the doors and ricocheted off of FireHunter's armour, several shots punched through and created small dents and pockmarks in its smooth shell.

FireHunter struck the door again harder and it burst outwards, the beast flung itself through the opening, barely visible in the darkness, knocking two men aside and shrieking in fury as more gunfire stung its body. It fled through another door, up the stairs, the metal twisted away from the enormous beast as it tore away from the Marines. None of them had died, but the beast knew that they would be rattled. It didn't have much intention of returning to finish them off, it was on the hunt for better, larger prey.

The Blue Queen and her Hive was on this level, FireHunter knew it was in enemy territory, but was reckless all the same, arrogant even. Blue Xenomorphs hissed at it but did not strike, FireHunter growled back at them. It was strange that none of them attacked, FireHunter's ancient and primal consciousness recognised none of them, though familiar pheromones could be sensed elsewhere on the floor.

Voltage ran full speed at the horde of lab rats that were considered "xeno". The red light still blinking softly as the fight erupts between them. With brute force he slammed them around as they leap towards him. He grabs ones tail and use them as a weapon swinging them all around stretching out this crowded hall. He snaps the back and drops it and He grabs anothers head and slammed it through the window, he pulls back quickly impaling its skull on a sharp piece of glass. two rush him pushing through the glass, he slams into tables and lab tools slipping in the dead humans blood. He gets a hold of one of the xenos that try to bite into him with its inner mouth, he catches it and rips it out pulling the xeno down and lifting himself up while punching the other in the face. He tosses the mouth piece a side whilr another leaps through the window with its tail whipping towards him. he grabs a hold of it as it strikes past him. He rams his shoulder into the xenos chest and spins to his other side with the tail still in hold. The xeno he recently punched comes striking towards him but is stabbed in its undercarriage with the xenos tail. The xeno still tries to fight as the other laid dead on its tail, it falls to the ground after voltage throws a couple punches towards it. trying to crawl to the other side of the lab dragging its sibling but he takes the dead xenos tail and spears it through its skull. The jawless xeno seemed to still have fight left in it, it dragged its carcass towards voltage's feet bleeding all over itself.. More came crawling through the window, voltage looked back down and his wrist blades sprang. he jabs the jawless in the head and stands above it lifting and tosses it at the ones coming through the window. He slams through the door and back into the hall. They chase after and again he is swarmed by the deformed. they leap onto his back scratching and clawing into his armor, he steps back to the open elevator shaft and tries to stand his ground. Still trying to fight them all off, in his head he couldn't not believe so many weak subjects were made, it seemed endless as he would break and tear each and everyone of them. then at the end of the hall another broad head xeno comes crawling through twitching and screeching as loud as it can. Voltage roars and slams through the herd at the broad head. from his shoulder his maul slides down and spins into place. He aims it up like a shield as he charges at the Broad head. A loud crack and the dim light fades again. From the elevator door voltage falls through with the dead and alive xenos. The broad head skull was split as voltage falls out of control hitting each and every corner of that shaft. His visions change and he balances himself out and tries to find a quick exit, at the same time xenos were still trying to fight him as he uses his wrist gun to kill off the remaining. A light comes speeding towards him and he pushes himself out of the way with the blast of his wrist gun and slams against the wall as a dead elevator comes speeding by, splattering the xenos. The weight of all the xenos had knocked the elevator out of its hinges and it starts to drop above voltage. He slows down with sparks flying from his wrist blades, he catches a ledge and pushes away from it slamming through a near by elevator door entrance. he lands rough, tumbling through the hall then finally to a stop. The elevator goes hurling by scratching and slamming into its walls, falling once again into the depths.

The sounds of gunfire slowly died down near one of the elevator shafts. As far as War understood, power had been cut from most of the station and only a few key areas retained little to some power. The obvious example of this was War ripping apart the door way he previously came through. So much for his new form making things easier.

Turning to the sound, War hurried along the corridors toward the dying sounds. Had the humans finally broken through? If so, why make such a risky attempt through the heavily infested areas? Were humans really that stupid? How many...Why is the hulking form of Firehunter standing here?

Clearly standing taller than War, Firehunter had a dominating presence in the room. The weaker of his brood stood back cowering over his presence. Old memories of him serving Firehunter flooded his mind. The only thing keeping War from backing away was the fact he now was an Alpha of Bloo's brood and as such he stood his ground against the invader.

'What is Firehunter doing here?' War thought.

>Bloo: Investigate.

         You can’t investigate yet. There are so many loose ends that need tying. You’re considering getting a sewing machine because your metaphorical seamstress skills are laughably inadequate. You swear that’s not your fault – at least, when collaboration is involved, it’s not.
         Oh, sure. When you’re on a team and something goes wrong, it’s everyone’s fault but your own. Yes, you say. That’s exactly it.
         That’s it. That’s it, you think. We need a formal introduction to this RPG. Who’s we? US, you say. The team. AH, I reply back. Yes, you say again. Wow. It’s very clear who you are and what needs to be done is it not? Buckle your seatbelts, folks – it’s time for a long goddamn post.

>Narrator: Formally introduce the Xenomorphs.

         Your name is BLOO. You are the leader of a notoriously vicious gang of Xenomorphs called the Midnight Crew SHADOW SERPENTS. A rival gang known as THE HIVE recently instigated a series of unfortunate events that have led to this entire ship – the PLANES OF HARMONY – being transformed into a gigantic HIVE. Actually, it’s been turned into two hives belonging to the aforementioned gangs – one hive at the top of the ship, the other at the bottom. Yours is at the bottom.
         Your long history of violence with THE HIVE has led you, the BLUE QUEEN, to what seems like a final stand-off with their loathsome boss, FIREHUNTER. The Hive’s previous boss, the RED QUEEN known as RED, had died a few weeks prior to the RPG. She was a relatively young Queen – about 3 months, you think – contrasting your incredibly old age.
         FireHunter is a Predalien and the ALPHA MALE of The Hive. He’s also the leader of a small elite group within his gang known as the PRAETORIAN GUARD, which makes him a Praetorian, and he’s a monstrous tank because of it. The Shadow Serpents also have a Praetorian Guard, though since they’re short on Praetorians, it’s just made up of all the human-controlled players taking part in this RPG.
         What’s an RPG, you ask. Nothing, I say. Shut up and keep reading.
         Your subordinates, WARALIEN, KIRBY-CAGE, BADAPPLE, BLIZZARD, KRIO, GAMEFREAK, and DRONEHIVE are a part of said Praetorian Guard and have been dispatched to various locations throughout the Planes of Harmony to begin carrying out your mission. Your objective is to locate and crack Red’s SECRET CHAMBER, and plunder its mysteries.
         Of course, you know it’s exactly the same as your old chamber, but you like to keep things dramatic and mysterious. This is a character trait that has been carried over from your young self, who was a much more adventurous and sexually driven individual. Remember when you anally probed Dark with your tail and split him in half when you drove it too far up his rectum? Yeah, no one else wanted to remember, either.
         Fortunately for your most recent children (the ones that have been born on this ship), you’re a thousand year-old Empress who’s had enough of all that. You like to think of yourself as a sophisticated lady now; a loving mother and a stern leader to your abode. As such, you have warmly invited two stray Xenomorphs, Krio and Dronehive, into your Praetorian Guard. However, Krio is an asshole who tried to side with DarkLioness, and insubordination like that is punishable by death, either by yourself or by DarkLioness, should she choose not to work with him because of his former status as a Shadow Serpent.
         You have a history with DarkLioness. She has often kept the same soul while being reincarnated into different bodies, just like FireHunter. In fact, this seems to be a specialty of both the HIVEBORN and SHADOWBORN Xenomorphs, considering how many familiar faces you can sense aboard this ship. Maybe it’s because you’re all player-controlled. Huh.
         You’re an exception. In this alternate universe you have never died, so you’ve been able to see every incarnation of their characters – especially FireHunter, who has had countless rebirths. What a careless brute, you think. Just because you’re essentially immortal doesn’t mean you have to die all the time. It’s such a goddamn waste of time, and you’d know all about wasting time. Dronehive agrees with you. About FireHunter being a stupid brute, she means. She says you never waste time. Dronehive is a good new worker drone.

>Bloo: Investigate with Dronehive.

         Dronehive says she likes you. You say okay that’s nice.
         This floor is huge, you think. Like the size of an entire shopping mall, if you even knew what that was, which you don’t. This floor has more floors inside of it though. You really should call them LEVELS – each “floor” has many different altitudes (due to ramps and small sets of steps), not to mention the fact that there are floors within these floors that lead to different corridors and elevators. In fact… it’s exactly like a shopping mall.
         Yes. We will call them LEVELS from now on. Each level on average is about 20 feet high with an additional floor or two within. This is means most of the floors will be a snug fit for you unless you go on all fours, which you usually do anyway, so no one knows why this is an issue because it’s not.
         Perhaps a map is in order? Yes, you agree. If there’s one thing we like, it’s maps.

>Bloo: Examine heist map.

         On review, your schemes seem a bit convoluted…



         …But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

         As you can plainly see, Kirby and Badapple have split up to neutralize as many red assholes as they can find. They each lead many lesser drones. War, Blizzard, and Gamefreak have gone to Red’s chamber to retrieve Royal Jelly and should meet up with you soon. Why go all the way to the top of the ship when you can have them do it? Dronehive agrees with you. That’s why Dronehive is your right-hand woman for the task you have currently set for yourself, which is to eliminate The Hive’s Praetorian Guard and all of its non-NPC Xenomorphs. The goal here is to kill FireHunter, but every red jackass you find before him will meet a similar fate. In fact, the fate is so similar that you could say it’s the same thing, which it is.
         They will all die.

>Bloo: Do something ridiculous.

         You imitate human laughter by huffing and wheezing air out of your second jaw. Your shoulders tremble frantically with excitement. The sound coming out of your mouth right now is more akin to a retarded hyena cackle.

BLOO: Hoo hoo hoo!
BLOO: Hee hee hee!

         Your otherwise innocuous gesture is making Dronehive incredibly uncomfortable.

>Bloo: Cut that shit out.

         You cut that shit out and get back to being serious. You’re a Xenomorph Empress – a crime boss for Pete’s sake, whoever Pete may be. But it’s for his sake, and dammit, you’re not gonna let Pete down.

>Bloo: Examine more maps.

         You can’t do that because you don’t have any more maps. Come to think of it, you… don’t really know where you got the maps you do have? Luckily for you, they seem to solve all the problems. All of them. You will surely be on the lookout for more maps because you love maps and you’re pretty sure they love you too.

>Bloo: Use radio device to check on unscrupulous cohorts.

         You’re not sure what the hell a radio device is, but you use your “Hive Mind” ability to check on your long-distance party members to see what they’re up to. No “responses” yet.
         You gather your junk – maps and all – and prepare to get this show on the… Oh! Wow. The team you sent to get Royal Jelly is back and you didn’t notice them. How long have you been following us, Gamefreak? You too, Blizzard? You really should speak up.
         In any case, you now have 4 members in your immediate party. Someone is missing. Where’s War, you ask. None of them know for sure, but they know he’s on this level. Of course he is, you say. You’re the Queen. The Big G. You know where everyone vaguely is because of your Hive Mind ability. No one knows how that works, exactly. Honestly, you don’t, either. You just know it does work.
         One of the lesser drones tries to join your party. He asks if you’ve pip-pipped the doodly-doo.

BLOO: I… what?
LURKER: have you. pip-pipped. the doodly-doo.
BLOO: I – Of course. What are you insinuating, that I don’t know what my crew is up to? If there is a doodly-doo to be pip-pipped, then I have certainly pip-pipped the doodly-doo!
BLOO: Now go away. Do some important drone things.
LURKER: ok MOM.

         So many of these worker drones have asked you that lately. God, what was he even talking about? Pip-dip the poodly-pup? Pip-fuck the puppy duck? Your younger self would have liked the way that sounded, but you’re a sophisticated lady now, and as such, you feel the appropriate thing to say is, “EEEEWW.”
         In any case, there’s no way this is gonna be important later on. You put it to the back of your mind where it can’t hurt anybody.

>Bloo: Be FireHunter.

Bloo: WHY WOULD I EVER BE FIREHUNTER.

>Bloo: Examine Waralien.

         Damn, girl. Settle down. Fine, here, you are now examining one of your trusty sub-leaders, Waralien. There he is! He is indeed on the same floor, albeit on nearly the opposite end. Alpha Draconis is close by, still going up the stairs. You guess they can’t trust the elevators. Understandable, seeing as there’s no power on a lot of levels, especially as you get closer to the middle of the ship where the CONTROL ROOM is.
         Because your chamber had power even as all the generators gave out, you assume that the control room would also have power because it’s the most important area of the ship. And you would be correct. This also means there is gravity in the control room, but not in the areas outside of it.
         If the control room didn’t have power, why would Alpha Draconis want to go there in the first place?
         Of course, they aren’t going to the control room just yet – for reasons you cannot comprehend, they’re heading toward the MAIN SUPPLY DROP HANGAR, which is at the front of the ship. Judging by the information your maps give you, it drops supplies on them with a clothing hanger? You don’t know for sure. Humans are weird. Gamefreak reassures you that you may, in fact, be completely correct.

>Gamefreak [Evil]: Lie to Bloo.

GAMEFREAK: You’re completely right, Bloo. Hehehehe.

         Wow, that’s almost certainly wrong. You have a feeling that Gamefreak is either not all there in the head, or this is double of her, but you don’t give much thought to it. There is no way she will be part of your undoing. You put it to the back of your mind where it can’t hurt anybody.

>Stop examining Gamefreak who is right next to you and examine Waralien again.

         Anyway, your mind has been straying. It looks like War is in trouble. And he’s also a Cystic Warrior now? It’s sort of like a badge of courage. That’s weird, but he’ll certainly need the enhanced abilities to stand up to OH GOD IT’S FIREHUNTER.

>Waralien: Wear the badge. Be the hero.

         WHY IS FIREHUNTER ON THIS LEVEL. OH FUCK, YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE WAS HERE, HIS LOCATION’S ON THE GODDAMN HEIST MAP. WHY ARE YOU ALL NOT ATTACKING. WHERE IS KIRBY AND BADAPPLE. WARALIEN DO SOMETHING.

>Waralien: Be Bloo.

         You are now Bloo.
         Good god. You couldn’t take any more of that. There also might be a Predator close to Alpha Draconis? That means there are probably more of them. And that worries you.
         To make matters worse, the ROYAL JELLY that Blizzard and Gamefreak have brought to you is a pathetically tiny amount. This won’t due. You thank them for the effort, but there’s no way your Xenomorphs could ever bring you a sufficient amount to consume. You’d have to ingest it all at once, which means only one thing: You WILL have to go all the way up to Red’s chamber.
         Now even more problems arise: You will either have to stop Alpha Draconis by sabotaging the supply hangar and the destroying the control room, or stop The Hive by consuming Red’s Royal Jelly and murdering FireHunter.
         Goddammit.

>Bloo: Eat the jelly. Be the leader.

         You swallow the jelly anyway. It does nothing.
         It’s decided that you will send Gamefreak, Blizzard and Dronehive to stalk Alpha Draconis. Badapple and Kirby will wait in the control room.
         You decide to try and make your way to Red’s chamber, which means you have to travel with the aforementioned group of Shadow Serpents until you hit the supply hangar. From then on, you are on your own. Thankfully, it will take a few pages to get to the control room, and even longer to get to Red’s chamber. But why do you even want Royal Jelly? What will it do to you, Bloo? What?
         What, I ask?

>Bloo: Be Ash Halliday 2 days ago.

         You are now Ash Halliday, the guy that tried to execute FireHunter.
         As Ash from the past, you decide to ask that ass Michaels a question about class. …es.

ASH: Michaels, sir…
MICHAELS: Yes?
ASH: The Xenomorph caste system –
MICHAELS: Class system. Classes. For the sake for rhyme.
ASH: I… what?
ASH: Sir, is there a reason we haven’t harvested he Red Queen’s royal jelly for study? Or reproduction, perhaps? Is it similar to a queen bee’s royal jelly?
MICHAELS: Halliday, I literally know all of these things, but it’s classified, even from you.

         Of course, he knew none of these things.

MICHAELS: I can tell you right now that this special jelly does things. Horrible things.
MICHAELS: For instance, if you let a normal Xenomorph consume it, it turns into the Red Queen’s body guard. Larger. Stronger. More intelligent. A Pre-Queen, judging from its change in appearance. I call it… a Praetorian.
MICHALES: I don’t know if that’s the only way one of the worker drones can morph into a Praetorian, but it’s the most fascinating way to me.
MICHAELS: I specifically left it out to see if it could bring the Red Queen back to life.

         By now you know that the Royal Jelly never brought Red back to life, nor could it ever have. Michaels was an idiot. A smart and creative idiot, no doubt, but an idiot…

ASH: So what would it do to a live Queen?
MICHAELS: Oh, I suppose… it would heal her? Make her more lively? Keep her alive for longer? Maybe even further mutate her? Just a few thoughts.

         …An idiot that was completely correct.

MICHAELS: Now get some rest, Halliday! We have a big day tomorrow. We’re gonna execute the Yautja-Xenomorph hybrid tomorrow to dissect his body for study (and also because he causes a lot of trouble), and nothing will go wrong whatsoever.

>Past Ash: Be Present Bloo.

         You are now Present Bloo.
         To reiterate, you are now traveling upward through the Harmony with Blizzard, Gamefreak, and Dronehive. Your immediate party is stalking Alpha Draconis, who is heading toward the supply hangar and then to the control room. A Predator may or may not be close to Alpha Draconis. You will stay with your immediate party until you get to the hangar, at which point your paths will diverge and you will head onward to Red’s chamber alone.
         Kirby and Badapple are off killing as many Hiveborn Xenomorphs as they can. Waralien is currently confronting FireHunter. Krio has betrayed the Shadow Serpents by attempting to side with DarkLioness, who may or may not accept his help.
         You have way too many irons in the fire. It’s ridiculous.

@dronehive

"Not everything is my fault you know!"She saw krio right behind her."Go ahead!call me a bastard!its because i am one!i don't even have a real family!not biologically atleast....i'm just a clone of badapple.and he hates me...."
Drone saw the warrior make himself mad and scratching his head."And the worst part is....all i did was help you guys...i stayed with you and tryed to help you"Drone was mad at krio.but slowley the anger was gone."So why did you stay?"Drone said."You knew we wanted you gone and you stayed!"Krio turned around.he was'nt mad anymore."Yeah...i stayed because everytime you screamed or insulted me,it hurt!but it never hurt more then being a day of just me....i stayed because i thought:if anyone can change me....can make me not me...it would be you guys!"He pointed to drone and bloo."I was wrong..."He turned away and walked towards a shadow.

Drone saw krio and said"but we can change you!"Krio would have sighed if he was'nt a feelingles clone made by weyland."let me try to help you guys!help you defeat the enemy,carry eggs,hunt for food!anything!but don't judge a book by its cover."

Krio moved away from the chamber and was now in search for royal yelly."bloo!i will break the alliance with darklioness!just to please you mother."He crawled in a vent to the hangar and was going to kill any red found by....um....found by.....TEXT!!!

Found by his eyes.....guys my text doesn't make sense!i don't have eyes!

Sensed by his pheromones.he now headed for pete and black.....CREW!

Why the hell would i go for marines!i don't like this movie!

Any way.....

I was going to search for royal jelly...thats better!!!

I was going to search for royal jelly for the queen."mother the only royal jelly i find is small amounts."He was now in a hall with 2 doors.

Door1. Door2

Royal jelly. Hell.

(This part is a not inportant joke )
Krio can't read and opend the second door.he saw dean chained in in hell in the episode:lazarus rising.
He screamed for help.".....dah!"

(This part is important.)

I entered the second door and saw eggs...destroyed eggs.i thought there was royal jelly....i was wrong?no i wasn't.between the eggs was royal jelly everywhere."Maybe this can restore my alliance with the shadow serpents!"

Bloo had turned around and had digested his offering to her and Blizzard lifted his domed head with triumph that is until his mother informed him that this was not enough for someone of her stature and that she must travel to red queen Blizzard slowly moved his head back down abandoning that triumph air he had adopted for less than 30 seconds . He continued to listen to his mother who gave him instruction to stalk the armed humans who were responsible for producing the large number of pheromones that he had senses earlier when going to gather some of the infamous royal jelly that Bloo required .

Blizzard continued to follow his mother staying near to her but not close that she would crush him with her massive clawed feet .Blizzard continued to follow his queen for a good half an hour until he sensed a lone marine who was holding some sort of small stick that was emitting some smoke . Blizzard slowly made his way towards the human going behind him before striking his tail straight into his stomach before rising the bladed tip of his tail higher until it reached the chin of the marine in question he then quickly yanked his tail out that create a considerable mess with its fair share of intestine who spilt to ground before the figure slumped to the ground he then starting dragging him away from the room not remembering that it was fairly obvious somebody had died here since there was as said previously there was a fair bit of blood and intestine on the floor . Blizzard then made his way back to the main group that was being lead by Bloo nobody really noticed his absence since he was by far the most unimportant xenomorph in the hive for the moment , blizzard let out a sad hiss before continuing to follow behind the group after coming to that conclusion .