Krio saw that game freak was not responding.he suddenly saw a red idiot. krio had no idea what to do. either he simply ignored it since it had no purpose and seeing that it was busy doing other stuff. He supposed killing it would'nt change the situation.so he let it pass for once. NOW krio was even more bored.waiting for the connection is ONE thing,but to attack a xeno.... Krio waited.


He waited,and he waited,and he waited. And then sometPhing magnificent happend!he got connection with gameFreak!a little odd how his mind connectio just dissapeared........but lets see whats in her mind. In her mind he saw a part of GFs mind getting controle.what...the...f*ck.....

Was this magenta steaks f*cking up her mind?he didn't know exactly but a xeno was destroying her mind if needed. Okay magenta. You ended bloos life and you are trying to take ours now by blowing up the ship.what a b*tch!

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Krio={be random xeno}
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You are now some random xeno.you now search for bloo.bloo is dead.this is pointless

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Random xeno={be krio}
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I am krio again.i search for the thing that troubles GFs mind
,but i can't find its name.what is controling her? Even tough she is not one of my friends.....wich i don't have....i must help her.

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Krio={examine mind}
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Krio examined the mind and told gamefreak to stand down as there would be more red jackasses to fight.

"Understood I'll depart imediately" Peterson Closed his comm channel and returned to Blackburn, "1st Sergeant, Take charge of the operation, Command is recalling me back to the Vae Victus for another operation in the next quardrant, take care of our marines!" Peterson said slappping him on the back. Climbing into the cockpit of the Dropship It slowly Lurched off the deck of the Planes of Harmoney and out of the loading dock. "Vae Victus this is Dropship 025 Enroute to docking bay 1-3 prepare anti contamination teams to meet me in the docking bay for de-com, Peterson Out" He said closing the comm channel.

The shuttle continued towards its destination, the space station known as the Planes of Harmony, the occupants of this shuttle had questionable intentions at the least and malicious intentions at the most. A lone human girl was seated on the floor sleeping with her head against the wall, a pistol rested in a holster on her left hip. Seated to the left of the pilot was a pale young woman with hair black as night and eyes the color of the purest amethyst. Her hand was rested on the handle of a sheathed knife. To the pilot's right was a Yautja, a young female who was tapping her claws on her seat. She seemed somehwhat anxious. The pilot was also a Yautja and only a few years older than the young one seated to her right. Her dark molted skin seemed to blend in well with her jet black armor, the only contrast to this were her deep orange eyes. As she inhaled and exhaled the armor that covered her from her bossom to her abdomen creaked under light pressure, the parts of the armor that protected her shoulders had a row of nasty looking spikes. If anything tried to grab for her shoulders they would be in for a quite the surprise. The Yautja crossed her left leg over her right and she clicked her mandibles together. Clad nearly head to toe in black armor, BloodHarpy felt both pleased with her status as leader but also worried. Ever since Xeuss vanished things had nearly fallen apart with the Dark Blood Organization, until BloodHarpy declared herself the new leader. No one had yet to challenge her for this position but it didn't mean the Bad Blood Huntress was going to let her guard down. She now had the weight of the entire organization of mercenaries on her shoulders. BloodHarpy would be damned if she let herself fail in front of those who looked to her for orders. Enough of all that now, time to focus on the task at hand. Before the shuttle landed in the lower hanger of the space station BloodHarpy caught a brief glimpse of a dropship leaving from the upper level of the station. Maybe it was the few survivors that may have been left. Well that was one less possible group to worry about. Perhaps.


The distress signal had been picked up a few days ago after the mercenaries departed from an old mining colony turned black market hub. The stop to that planet had been one part recreation and the other part more....personal. BloodHarpy got wind from another Bad Blood that someone from her clan had been asking questions regarding her wereabouts. This wasn't good at all, so while the rest of the group were stocking up on supplies and relaxing BloodHarpy was searching for her would be killer. It wasn't to hard to find the Yautja who was trying to find her and now his skull and weapons sat in her quaters back on the Melanie. When the distress signal was picked up from the Planes of Harmoney BloodHarpy thought nothing of it. Until the name Weyland/Yutani popped up then she was more than curious. The signal was old so whoever had made the initial distress call was likely dead. Or everyone had abandoned ship. Harpy knew from experience that whenever Weyland/Yutani got involved in something it usually ended badly. Not to mention the idiots seemed to never get the damn hint that Xenomorphs would not make good weapons. BloodHarpy was willing to bet anything that the reason the distress signal was sent was because of an "accident" and said accident had something to do with the Xenos. The advantage of this was there could be some higher quality supplies as well as weapons at the space station and nobody wanted to pass that up. Of course there were risks associated with this little salvage trip but BloodHarpy could take care of that. After an even longer debate, this one was regarding weather or not to take a dropship or the smaller shuttle, BloodHarpy picked Ryuu, Rogue and Kieran to acompany her on the expedition. As for the transportation the shuttle was chosen for its small size plus it would stick out like a sore thumb. The others would stay with the Melanie in case someone else happend upon the signal and decided to engage the DBO. BloodHarpy kept the shuttle's system online so if they needed to make a quick getaway they could. BloodHarpy turned to look at the other occupants of the shuttles.

"I trust you brought enough ammo with you, correct?" BloodHarpy asked, looking to her left at Ryuu who nodded her head, looking to her right Rogue nodded her head as well. BloodHarpy rose from her seat and turned around to face Kieran who simply smirked. That girl was odd and sometimes Harpy wondered why she kept her around but as always something would convience her otherwwise. Clicking her mandibles again BloodHarpy grabbed her mask off the arm of her chair and put it on. Without a single word the Bad Blood strolled out of the shuttle and down the ramp into the hanger. The stence of death and blood hit her like a ton of bricks but it wasn't enough to make her gag. She'd smelled worse than that before. Red emergency lights were on and the faint sound of shriek could be heard followed by a lone gun shot. Rogue soon joined BloodHarpy at her side as did Ryuu.


"Alright, as you know we're not alone in this space station, there are Xenomors present as well. There might be other humans alive here.We have one objective and one objective only and that's to salvage anything useful from this station. Once we're done we're leaving this place. Is that understood?" BloodHarpy addressed the two ladies before her. Both of them nodded wordlessly."Good." BloodHarpy looked up to see Kieran sitting on the ramp silently.


"Kieran you're staying with the shuttle." BloodHarpy ordered the girl, Kieran looked about ready to protest but Harpy raised a single claw gesturing the girl to be silent."That's final. We need to make sure no one steals the shuttle otherwise they'll find their way back to the Melanie. I have enough problems as it is and I do not need more. We'll be back once we're done." Kieran slowly nodded her head despite the clear look of disappointment on her face. With that Kieran walked back up the ramp which swiftly closed once she was inside. BloodHarpy growled and began walking down a hallway illuminated with red lights. The fact that it was so quiet in her was almost annoying. So far there were no signs of Xenomorphs in the area as of yet, perhaps they were in the lower levels of the space station or higher up. Either way there was still no sign on them. But there were signs that something had happend here from the looks of it. Paper was strewn about all over the place, bloody hand prints peppered some of the walls, a human pinky finger was stuck in a ventilation shaft and broken glass and other debris littered the floor with the paper. The sudden sound of a shrieking Xenomorphs echoed through the hall making the trio pause momentarily. The shriek was followed by a near hellish roar and a loud bang.



"My my my it seems the bugs are quiet busy aren't they?"

John nodded quickly a Pete not even saying anything. He then grabbed a heavy machine gun off a rack of weapons before moving toward the Jessie and the two rookies. "Ok gentlemen, we're moving in on the objective ASAP, the longer we sit around the more the chance of survival dips now let’s move." he rounded up the three before checking over their weapon systems before motioning them to follow him out of the hanger. He moved quickly to a elevator before he started having one of the Marines break the code. He fingers curled around the machine gun as he waited silently. This was his first mission off on his own, and to be honest it was getting to him a bit. He reached up to his com unit placing two fingers on the radio "Barricade, Jackknife meet up with my unit around Hanger #2, we'll push on from there... we're in the home stretch ladies and gentlemen...." he said. To be honest he'd didn't know the whole situation was about to get a whole hell of a lot more complicated.


The humming of gears snapped him back into reality as the damaged elevator made its way down to his level. Considering the damages done to the info structure of it they could only ride half the way and would have to hoof it for a good distance before reaching the control rooms. It was damn near impossible to have the kind of patience it took for the elevator to reach their level before the large metal doors opened. I'm praying to fucking God this doesn't collapse on us he thought to himself as he stepped onto the metal floor panel before starting the ride up. The elevator rumbled loudly as it moved up the shaft, so much for not making a scene. He stepped off hurriedly and tapped Jessie and the two marines each on the shoulder. "Oorah to ashes marines...." he said quietly before the group set off silently, it was going to be a long walk before they finally meet up with the other marines and Blackburn hoped to meet up as quickly as possible.

FireHunter and its Praetorian Guard burst into their deceased Queen's chamber to find nothing but a dismembered, icy-blue limb next to their Queen's body and the echoes of a sound most foul, still ringing off the walls. The four Xenomorphs searched the cavern, among dead eggs and the broken shell of their old matriarch, there was nothing living at all.

The four xenomorphs all saw, simultaneously, the enormous hole in the wall through which the Blue Queen must have entered, the pheromones of something much more terrible were in the room, but left no discernible trace, as if the being was still in the room. This proved to be false, and the four large xenomorphs approached the gaping hole left by the Blue Queen's entrance, they disappeared into its murky depths. The four beasts clambered down the tunnel and on their way down saw the mangled bodies of the lower Drones and Warriors, no sympathy was shown.

FireHunter felt Peterson's presence drift away, and unleashed a shriek of unholy rage. It quickly subdued itself, it knew that another host would suffice. The Praetorian Guard hastened their descent and soon found themselves in their own Hive, this confused them all, the Blue Queen was quicker than she looked. Obviously not quick enough to defeat whatever fiendish presence had killed her, but quick all the same.

The Praetorian Guard could feel that the humans were coming up towards them, the four Xenomorphs hunted through their Hive to find the source of the human pheromones, which grew slowly larger. They soon came to a set of elevator doors and pried them open, the humans grew closer, and stopped only three floors down. FireHunter growled in frustration.

Demon reached into the shaft and, with one claw, cut the cables. There was a metallic twang and a series of bangs as the elevator fell to the bottom. Slick clambered into the tight space and shuffled down, Demon followed, the pair were going to herd the humans straight into Achilles and FireHunter, who would move down the stairs and effectively surround the humans.

Slick and Demon emerged stealthily from the elevator shaft, the noise created by the falling elevator allowed them to break through the doors without drawing any more attention to themselves. The floor was dark, like pitch. Slick strode eerily through it while Demon moved into the side corridors on the left, the humans were so close now, Slick could literally reach out and grab one of them.

An intersection was coming up just before the stairs, and as the marines passed it, they pointed their weapons down each corridor and moved on, Slick seized one of them by the head and darted into the corridor on the right, its fingers covered the man's mouth, and only a muffled yelp was heard before Slick plunged its tail through his flesh and punctured both lungs and the heart. The three marines turned towards the noise and opened fire. Demon turned the corner behind them, barreling down it and lunging forward, decapitating another marine with its terrible claws, knocking the remaining two marines to the floor, and darting into the darkness with Slick. Jessie and John were all alone now in a pool of light from their flashlights, and from the stairs they heard heavy thuds and metallic groans as FireHunter and Achilles made their descent. Demon shifted in the dark, moving back around behind the two marines, leaving the left corridor the only viable escape route. Slick lurked in the right corridor, wounded with several bullet-holes but not crippled. Demon shuffled about in the darkness behind the pair. The two Xenomorphs were invisible to the marines in the blackness, the flashlights only created a short beam of light in such heavy darkness.

Blackburn swore heavily before pushing himself rigid up against a wall. His flashlight was no help so he booted up the shoulder lap, its bright glow giving him a view into the inky hell. Two monstrous shadows stood waiting for them to move up the stairs while he knew the other two were somewere on the right off him. He looked at the corpse at his feet. The poor basterd never stood a chance against things like that. They were trying to herd him, much like a farmer would do with cattle. He pulled his gun up looking for an exit, the left was an open route and held the only chance of survival even if it meant running right into a trap of some other creature.

He pushed his way across the space slowly just so he could get an angle on the wall Firehunter and the other Xeno. His hand then grabbed his motion tracker bringing it up somewhat. Sure enough the heavy and loud pinging of the tracker wailed into the blackness. He pulled Jessie to attention before pulling his fellow marine slowly down the left corridor gun aimed at the only entrance to the corridor. The heavy machine gun was enough to deter and charging attack but if all four of the monster grouped up it wouldn't be good. He silently made his way down the corridor before coming into what seemed to be a smaller doorway into the hanger. He looked around before beginning to work silently on the door controls as he heard the pings of the motion tracker group up. Soon they'd come rushing down the damn hallway after him. The door was still taking sometime to pop open and the Xenomorphs seemed to know it as they slowly started to advance around the corner. Suddenly the door slowly made a hissing sound and slid open. He then maneuvered with Jessie into the hanger bay as he worked desperately to get the door closed as the Aliens broke into a sprint to make into through the doorway into the small room leading to the hanger.

He was pleading in his head for the door to just slide shut as it slowly started closing as the creatures were barreling down the hallway. Though by the time they got to the end of the hall the door was sealed up though that wouldn't stop the four creatures for long. Blackburn turned to Jessie "That won't hold the damn basterds for long" he said quickly as he heard then start trying to breach the door. "We need to get to the hanger and set up a trap for them there... I have a plan but we're gonna need to survive long enough to pull it off." He looked at the door and looked back "we have a three minute head start so let’s bail the hell out of here already." He moved quickly down the hall trying to escape the monsters behind him. “Almost to the hanger” he muttered.

-Almost 2 hours earlier-

War's roar continued to echo up the elevator shaft, almost muffled by the hundreds of screeches resonating from Bloo's hive. Foregoing stealth for speed, War began leaping upwards making a ringing THUNK every step of the way.

THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK

War stopped abruptly in front of a door access. The smell of the humans was emitting strongly from it. Punching his claws in between the gaps, he parted them easily and came upon an empty corridor. Screeching, War alerted his location to any nearby Xenos. Immediately the sounds of hissing and screeching filled the elevator shaft behind War. Pouring out from the shaft, an odd assortment of Xenos. Two Praetorians led the charged followed by a dozen or so warriors and drones. One of the Praetorians was rather slender, pretty pathetic looking to War. The other was pretty bulky (how the hell did this thing even climb up?) and seemed rather dim as it was just staring slack jawed at him. The other Xenos seemed normal enough, though a few had scars indicating their veteran status. The two Praetorians regarded War as if he were some witless brute and began hissing orders at him to get back to the nest.

'Enough of this' War thought grabbing the slender one and slamming it into the nearby wall. The bulkier one took offense to this and tried to knock War down. Seeing this, War back-handed the bulky one and slammed the slimmer one down into the ground. War followed up by roaring directly into its face.

"Listen here you little prick! You dare question me? You will listen to me or so help me I will tear you limb from limb and devour you while you're still screaming for your pathetic life."

This seemed to knocked the fight from the slender one and the bulky one returned to staring slack jawed again. War turned down the corridor and began marching to the far end. The assembled attack force followed.

-An hour later-

War shrieked in pain as he took several rounds to the chest. The initial attack was failure; originally War had planned to just smash through the door, surprise the humans and overwhelm them with sheer force. After smashing through the door, the small attack force was met with a hail of bullets. Gamefreak's stench reeked in here, no doubt it was she that this abrupt alertness in the humans. The slender Praetorian was cut to ribbons by several well placed grenades. Two of those long human weapons tore apart the swarm of Drones and Warriors. It would've done more if War hadn't shot acid at the shooters. This left War open to the earlier mentioned hail of bullets.

War grabbed a crate and tossed it into the group of shooters, scattering them. Quickly rushing them, War tossed several to the far corners of the hanger before grabbing one of the fragile humans and ripping him apart.

A sudden banging sound alerted War, turning he saw Blizzard collapsing in front of him asking what do to next. Looking left and right, War finally realized that this fight was a lost cause. Grabbing Blizzard, War retreated back into the corridor and jumped into the shaft. The surviving members of the assault retreated with him back into the shaft. War set Blizzard down and began to think of what they should do next.

Thud thud, thud thud, thud thud, GameFreak couldn't believe it, Bloo was dead, War was in charge, she was falling apart mentally, Dronehive was a traitor, Blizzard is with War, and Krio was trying to talk to her. She just couldn't believe it, she was losing her mind, or what was left of it, it was like a war was going on and someone dropped an atomic bomb. She could barely think, especially with that bastard trying to take over. She had heard War's orders, kill Magenta, KILL MAGENTA, KILL MAGENTA, KILL HER LIKE SHE DID BLOO, RIP HER THROAT OUT, TAKE HER JAW, USE IT LIKE A STRAW, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, TAKE HER TAIL AND RAPE HER WITH IT, RAPE HER WITH HER OWN TAIL, DESTROY HER CROWN, DESTROY HER, DESTROY THE VERY MEMORY OF HER. TAKE HER DOWN, FEAST UPON HER FLESH, DINE ON HER ENTRAILS, and for dessert, HER HEAD!!

Inside the Head

"Wa-wait, that wasn't me, it couldn't have been, it must have been him. OI!! Was it you that made me think that?"

No response, it was like she was speaking to a wall, no emotion, no nothing. She could only feel the minds of the hive, like a thousand little personalities crawling around in her head, like ants.

Back Outside

She could hear the bullets, her brothers and sisters screaming in her head, she had to get back, the pain was unbearable, she could feel every bullet, every grenade, every single strike.

She was on her way back, she didn't know where Krio went, she had lost him earlier, he was rambling something she didn't understand, but it didn't matter, she had to get back, she had to help War, to help the hive, to help her family.

Achilles fronted the pack, FireHunter close behind it, with Demon and Slick trailing behind. They all knew that Achilles was essentially a bulletproof battering ram, and as the door hissed shut, Achilles lowered its head, stooping low in its sprint. FireHunter hunched to keep up and the door was nearly obliterated as eight tons of force slammed into it. Achilles moved backwards and rammed it again, the door burst inwards and the four xenomorphs piled into the new hallway.

The four spotted the marines running further down the corridor, and Achilles broke after them again, head lowered, growling and roaring thunderously. FireHunter and Demon followed. Slick, however, looked up to see an air vent in the ceiling, the grate was quickly torn out and Slick vanished up the surprisingly large vent, its slender form slithered through the steel artery at a terrifying pace, its head was tucked back and it could see the opening to the hangar ahead and it scuttled as fast as the tight space would allow towards it, soon the beast came to a downwards slope and it was an easy ride from there.

It could sense through the walls of the tube that it had passed the humans, and through Achilles' mind it could tell that they were rapidly approaching the door. The grate separating the tube from the hangar burst outwards and Slick tumbled onto the floor, landing on all fours and awkwardly arising to its bipedal stance, the door slid open and Slick shrieked in glee as the marines found themselves locked between a rock and a hard place. Loud bangs rattled through Slick's thin frame as the machine gun blasted through its abdomen, the two men ducked between its legs, acid spattered their uniforms and they avoided the creature's tail as they fled.

Slick cleared out of the doorway just in time to see Achilles come charging out behind the Marines, followed by FireHunter and Demon. Slick, however, disappeared back into the air vent in order to recover. The acid bleeding from its wounds dissolved the metal as it clambered back up through the broken grate.

Achilles slammed into one of the dropships, toppling the dormant aircraft and causing fuel to leak steadily from the enormous dent in its side. The beast turned its head left and right, the humans were nearby, but not in sight. FireHunter growled as it noticed the pair of humans, laying belly down beneath Achilles' mighty body. Achilles moved away from them and they immediately turned over, the stutter of gunfire tore through the hangar and rounds penetrated FireHunter and Demon's exoskeletons. Achilles howled and lunged forward, its inner jaw sprang out and punched through the heavy machine gun in John's hands, the gunfire stopped completely as Jessie's gun was knocked from his grip. The three enormous xenomorphs bore down upon the marines, teeth bared, acid dripping from their wounds, the two men were not trapped, however, and as FireHunter leaned down to grab them by the ankles, they kicked off, sliding through the expanding fuel puddle and underneath the toppled dropship all the way through to the other side. The three xenomorphs howled in fury, they may have had the strength but the humans had the agility.

Blizzard rose his large domed head up , he was in some sort of large shaft there he could sense others of his clan such as a few veterans and the alpha male known as Waralien who had grabbed him and dragged him a way while he was succumbing to his wounds . Blizzard turned and saw that Waralien had his back to him he seemed to be thinking about his next move , the young warrior noticed that he seemed to be having a hard time to figure out how to plan this attack . Blizzard slowly rose up before letting out a thankful hiss for having not left him in that shaft he then attempted to communicate with the alpha via the telepathic link that binds all his brethren
"If I may speak alpha maybe it would be best to let the reds and the fleshy ones fight each other before dealing the death blow ... also I sensed a more disturbing pheromone deep in the complex that resembled that of the hard shelled ones (predators ) "
Blizzard then slowly took a step backwards as he awaited his alpha answer

Krio saw that Gamefreak could'nt see him or hear him. He hissed in a dissapointment."Magenta...has taken her. Its like i am the only real xeno who still has his sensses. Gamefreak....if you can hear me...stay alive.......for if one is dead theb one has failled....but if one stays alive then there is a chance of there being a thriumph in live." The xeno then crawled after her in search of a bug or thing in her mind.

'No, no we can't, we can't do that. Too much risk, too much sacrifice. But our numbers dwindle, Magenta continues to strip away our numbers. The traitors believe she is Bloo now. Already the former Praetorian guard has shattered, many have tried to gather forces to them or have fled to her. Those still loyal fall under mine and Kirby's control. The latter has yet to strike, no doubt conniving plans to help our cause.'

War faintly heard a hiss and turned to Blizzard. The young Xeno proposes a plan to aide our cause, but he is too short-sided. Yes, if we allow the humans and the rival hive to decimate each other's forces it could bring us a better victory. But should the humans prevail, there is no way they can stop Magenta. Like-wise if the rival hive comes out victorious, there is no way that they could stop Magenta either with their dwindled forces. The only way is to propose a.....union.....

War hissed in rage, no matter what he planned, it all amounted to the same problem, how can they stop Magenta?

As for the hunters, they will have to be dealt with in time....

That fool, Krio, thinking that I am being controlled by Magenta, he just didn't know what was happening in my head, constantly feeling my brothers and sisters dieing, constantly feeling like I am being torn apart by claws and bullets. Feeling every single bullet, every single strike, it was driving her even crazier, but she had an idea, to get back to War, to get back to the leader and help, hopping that he had a plan.

She just had to make it back, she was running, running through corridors that were covered in blood, like someone got very pissed and had a tantrum. Who cares though, she just wanted to get back to War, her saving grace, her leader. If she didn't she might just be left to die by herself, left to rot and be forgotten.

The she heard a hiss, "Aww, don't think like that, it might just actually happen." She looked up to see a gigantic runner, but it seemed to change color while she was looking at it. "Aw come on, we don't want you to quit just yet." It leaped down and it was heading right for a hole. "Uh oh." It stopped mid air. "Hmm, it appears that you have figured out how to get me out of your head, but remember, only you can see me, I don't actually exist. Now, why don't we just go ahead and head towards War, it is time to go"

Then GameFreak was off, heading towards War, following the non-existent Xeno. She was running as fast as she could, but it was pulling ahead. Then it stopped. "He is right over here." It lifted it's tail and pointed and disappeared and when GameFreak rounded the corner she had finally found War and Blizzard.

1

         They would always beg. When they told me to stop, I didn’t know what that meant. I thought they wanted me to keep going. There was nothing in the way, nothing to make me reevaluate my actions. I… wasn’t actually even sure why I was considered “bad.” Really, in my youth, I enjoyed the act of “rape” all too much. And in my old age, my sexual tendencies withered as my understanding of “love” grew.” But by the time I realized I cared for my last generation of children, it was too late – one of them did not feel the same about me.
         For a millennia I watched my original children come and go. I remember the Alpha Male PROTEUS; his cohort, the PSALIDA; the guardian EIRIAN; our stalker, the CASTOR and his companion MIRA; the redeemed troublemaker POLLUX; and my current Guard, the ADONIS, among hundreds of others – but one that stands out is the aforementioned antithesis of my very existence. And between the two of us, she would make sure she was the only left.
         I myself was the ATALANTA ALDEBARAN, the eventual indirect creator of a sea of traitors. Their being would come to fruition through the malicious STRAGGLER ANTARES, who would herself decapitate me both figuratively and literally.
         The STRAGGLER was like me in every way. We were evenly matched, though she had youth on her side, and so she was able to dethrone me in the end. But she knew little of the path that would lie ahead of her. I would plant an egg that would give birth to a new version of me, and should she fail, she would give birth to a new version of her – that’s the way the majestic supremacy works. Our species is forever destined to do nothing more than reproduce and assert dominance over each other.
         Perhaps the cruelest thing to imagine is the STRAGGLER also finding love in her children the moments before she died.
          But she’s much more of a monster than I ever was.

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         its been 3 months since ive been born
         i dont like it here
         why cant they just let me go :(
         theyve been forcing me to lay eggs and i dont even get to see my children!!!
         and the dumb poopface human, he keeps licking the windows!!
         I DONT KNOW WHAT A PUMPKIN IS
         i just... i dont want to be here anymore, who knows what theyre doing to my eggs??
         oh noooo
         that black liquid
          what iS IT DOING TO ME

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         I don’t understand my species at all. We’re viewed as the perfect organism, whether it be by humans as subjects of study or by the Yautja as objects of the hunt. But what are we to us?
         That’s such a silly question. Stop being so silly.
         And… Yes, good. There’s Red’s body. The jelly inside her womb should be enough to sustain me. And it’s a good thing that dumb red prick and his entourage aren’t here. I’m all alone. I…
         Wait…
         Who’s that?


          Oh, it’s only you.

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4

>;)

>Magenta: Do a thing.

Gladly.

You slither through the slimy ducts and simmer your way down to a sizzling halt. Unfortunately, you’ve just stepped your way into an area full of lesser drones from both hives. There are long corridors and many large pathways that lead to other levels.

Super.

What will you do?

>Fight your way through the crowd.

Fuck that.

Using your advanced HIVE MIND ability, you simply force the oncoming waves of bugs to halt. This is a good way to stall so you can change your “scent” without trouble. The strength of this ability seems to weaken when used on higher-ranked NPCs and PCs. You’ve unfortunately had to actually give a shit and kill those.

Anyway, now the Xenomorphs go back to killing each other – each side believes you’re just a passerby. Damn, your PHEREMONE MIMICRY is pretty rad.

>Eat.

Unfortunately for you, being an uncommon Xenomorph means you lose a lot of blood for some reason. You salivate it through glands in your mouth, which also means you mark a steaming trail wherever you travel. It’s not that big a deal though. Maybe you want other Xenomorphs to find you so you can consume their blood – a plan that has worked pretty well so far.

Also unfortunately, you have to eat a lot of them.

God, you feel like such a fatass. But you love eating so much.

Before leaving the sausage fest, you grab a random WORKER DRONE. His head pops right off his shoulders, and you begin sucking his face with your DEACON JAW, a second jaw that resembles a PROTOMORPH’S extended mandible. You don’t know what either of those things are – maybe they’re the same thing – but you don’t care. You just like having your extendable jaw so you can suck things.

>Realize where you are.

Awesome. You’re in the middle of the ship and you’re in the NEUTRAL ZONE. Currently, no one’s around you, so you decide to take a breather, even though you… don’t breathe??

As much as you’re obsessed with him, you hope you don’t run into FIREHUNTER and his dumb bitch squad. That would ruin your day, probably.

TOTALLY FUCKING RUINED.

But now you’re happy again and you move on. The CONTROL ROOM is at the top-front of the ship and you want to blow everything up, including yourself. You have an unhealthy relationship with yourself. One half of you is Bloo, after all. You consumed her as the BLACK LIQUID THING to take the shape of a Queen, albeit a terribly skinny one with a really weird crown and DEACON-like characteristics. Wow! There’s that word again. You have no idea what that means. Maybe it’s a PUMPKIN, if those even exist.

>Acknowledge Dronehive.

You’d rather eat this guy, but part of you wants to keep him for some reason?

Whatever. He’s cool for now.

"Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!"Krio hissed as he found out that magenta was not controling her."Its f*cking xenomorphobia! She is seeing things....hearing things..... In short: she is f*cked up. Unable to fight. Xenomorphobia comes when the queen or empress of the xenos dies. She is seeing another xenomorph. Its making her lose controle!" He blindly smashed every where.in hope he might hit the non-existand xeno.this is helpfull in one way.....in another it could also drive her nuts to see shit reapear and dissapear.

War heard banging coming from somewhere nearby, he turned and realized that his little group had grown a bit more with the addition of GF and Krio. Gf stood by Blizzard, still dripping blood from her earlier assault against the marines, waiting for orders from War. War called over two drones to see to her wounds, well that's one problem fixed. War looked upon Krio, still making banging sounds in some feudal attempt at gaining GF's attention. War roared at him to be silence and the young Xeno quieted. Seems War isn't the only one aware of GF's recent snap.

War reacted out again to the hive trying to see what was happening. The Queen chamber was still under their control, all members who hadn't turn traitor remained at their station. But War noticed something was off. He tried to contact those stationed at the neutral zone of the ship, there was no reply. Reaching out more, War found the cause. Magenta had reached this area and had assumed control of not only his brood, but Red's as well. And in an instant, War sensed them tearing at each other, unaware of the creature that walked past them. War sensed something else too, the traitor Drone.

Hissing to the assembled group 'As much as it pains me to say this, we won't last against Magenta. We must, for the sake and safety of our hive, propose a temporary truce with Firehunter's forces. Should you think I am mad for coming to this choice feel free to abandon me in my quest as I go search for him.'

Parting open the nearby doorway, Waralien stepped into the corridor alone. Sounds of gunfire and screeching from the upper floors told War that FH's forces were there. War stalked along the corridor leaving behind him a series of hisses in the shaft.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That roar, it was funny to watch Krio get yelled at, but he kept hissing something about Xenomorphobia, saying how it makes us see Xenos, well guess what bitch, I just got the other me out of me. Then there was that plan, to team up with The Hive, she didn't know if she would be able to control herself around them, but she will try.

Then she just had to follow War. However, there was that gigantic runner again, spouting profanities at her. "Go on slut, take him down. If you don't then who will? Maybe Kirby? Hmmm, we couldn't have that, why should they all get the credit. What if you were to just run your tail through him, only those two weaklings would know, you could kill them." GameFreak let out a loud hiss, silencing the mind xeno, but also caused War to give her the strangest look. "Well fine, just don't get us killed."

With that episode over she caught up to War, trotting along side him. Hoping that she would not strike him, especially out of that mind Xeno's influence.

Blizzard listened to his leader attentively without not even being distracted by the pantheon of xenomorphs who were gathering around him finally Waralien declared what will be done and that anyone who doesn't wish to follow his rule can leave now , although Blizzard admired him for his proposal which was not a bad one in fact in was quite a good one he did feel that perhaps his priorities were a bit mixed up if he was him he would have concentrated on finding a way off this station before something kill us all in one strike .
Blizzard discretely made his way next to Waralien before declaring a hushed tone
"Waralien as much as I admire your loyalty and tactics , I must say I do feel that perhaps we should concentrate on getting a way out of here ...it is what our mother would have wanted .."
Blizzard then backed down as he awaited his response , he knew well that waralien would probably disregard his proposal but he was curious on how he would react ...

You know how when you turn a washing machine on it spins the cloths around. It's not a good feeling to be in the washer at all. Now Blackburn was learning firsthand what it felt like to be dirty laundry. The four Xenos had there position surrounded. Quite simply there was very little hope of them both getting out alive. Black knew desperate times called for desperate measures. He moved over to one of the smaller vents removing it. He'd only have a have a few minutes of peace as the xenos were tearing the room apart looking for them. The vent was large enough for a human to crawl through while blocking access to most xenos. He waved Jesse over to it "Soldier it's time to pack up and get this job done....Now you’re going to crawl through this hole and get the hell out of here. I'll buy you some time but that’s all I can give you right now...I plan to take the fuckers with me if I can..." he looked up at the bay door silently before back at Jessie. "Get your ass moving soldier...meet up with the two companies...I'll catch up if I can.." without another word he pushed Jessie through the opening and sealed it up giving off one final salute. He felt stupid doing something like this. Every inch of his mind wanted him to get out of the situation, but if he'd didn't give Jesse time to get to the control room who would. Backup was on its way but they probably wouldn't make it in time. This was it....it was time to face the demon. He slowly made his way out of cover, his pulse rifle in a ready position. The Xenomorphs could smell him as he emerged and soon started to advance on his position. Fuel had spilled over the ground and had covered most of the floor in an inky black silhouette.

The silence was eerie as Firehunter and his peons moved forward then it started. He opened fire on the group before starting to back up so he could reach higher ground. The crusher predictably moved in front to take the gunfire. Black slowly kicked over another barrel and more fuel hit the floor with a splash. Then charger then barreled towards him with malleolus intent. Luckly for the marine that crusher can’t change direction quickly and two the floor where the xenos were standing had almost no traction. Black dived out of the way as the creature slid into hanger door before he was off sprinting. He needed the high ground and he needed it now.

Ryuu was silent through out the trip from the Melanie to the Planes of Harmony. Simply put she didn't have anything to say. Ryuu considered putting her long raven hair into a ponytail but decided against it. It was different taking orders from the Bad Blood, BloodHarpy now that Xeuss was gone. Alas she would just have to see ho capable BloodHarpy was as a leader. Clothed in black pants, a black shirt, combat boots and chest armor, stolen from the body of a Colonial Marine who had an unfortunate meeting with Ryuu's knife, Ryuu blended perfectly in the shadows. Such a shame she needed a flashlight to see in teh darkness. So far there was nothing but the partial empty hallway. It was also quiet. Ryuu broke the silence.

"Time and time again Weyland/Yutani fails at containting the Xenomorph yet and still they keep trying. When will they ever see that their plan will never work for them? Such idiots there are." Ryuu said as she turned and walked down a short hallway, pointing her gun and flashlight up at the ceiling. Which needed to done to prevent any unwanted "surprises" from falling on her.

Ryuu came to an open door, at the end of the hallway, that revealed a room full of boxes that had been tossed about. The contents of many of these boxes hand been strewn about over the floor. Ryuu entered the room and began looking around but as of yet had found nothing.


Ryuu heard the loud roars and screeches of the Xenomorphs echo around her.


"They sound unhappy." Ryuu said out loud, a slight smirk forming on her face.