Krio sensed only on human left close to them on the ship. One human was no match for him so now hey was trying to run in vents to see if he could kill it.

He saw that gamefreak noticed him and she nodded again. It was typicaly krio to do this stuff. Krio thought he needed no friends. That a friend was a sign of weakness. Little did he know that a friend is a strenght.
he only considered DH and GF a friend.

So he ran of to jessejames. This time he hided in a vent. But altough he could hide.... He was unable to be undetect himself from motion trackers.

So when he came to jessejames he did hide in the walls but........ Jesse could detect him.

The explosion scattered the xenos in the room from their quarrel, fires erupted from left over tanks that werent dragged into space.


Voltage And Ripper split up, voltage took the high ground of the hangar as ripper went for his Mask.
They remained cloaked and circled through the fires.

As the xenos tried to make sense of their situation voltage used his spear gun and fired from beyond the haze of the fires. Keeping himself veiled in the heat and ash.

as he fired into the crowd he tried to make his way closer to the queen. Then the alarm system went off for the fires, extinguishers flowed from the vents as water sprayed from the ceiling. From the smoke stood a bulky looking xeno with a very distinct exoskeleton that flared, it gleamed of a blood red color from the light of the fires. It roared out unlike the rest that scattered from the explosion. (Fire hunter)

"this ones blood sings"

He aimed at the bulk of its head and fired but was disrupted by a common xeno that found its way to the upper walk way. He turns to the xeno and sticks the spear gun under its throat. He lifts it up and fires a shot through its skull. He throws it over the railing into the dying fires, and looks to the bulky beast as it was some what aware of his position.

He signals ripper that they need to move, voltage sticks a tracer on his gun and fires it at Magenta that pierces into her crown.

He sends a signal to the dead clan mates spaceship, lights pass by the windows and to the front of the hangar doors.

"We will need to get the doors open again, or we might have to have it come crashing through."

Skull hunkered down as the explosion erupted in the hangar, he could feel the heat through the door, the window above his head burst inwards, glass scattered across the floor. He darted out into the hangar, stunned xenomorphs were everywhere, littering the floor like trash. He scooped up his mask as he ran towards the far wall. Fire blazed throughout the hangar as he ran, he pressed himself against the wall, he looked back towards the rest of the huge room. The abomination bellowed as the fires started to die. He looked up as a single dead xenomorph fell from the railing were Voltage was. Voltage signaled him that they needed to move as he shoots a tracer into Magentas crown. The xenomorphs slowly began to rise from the floor, Voltage signals Skull again, saying "We will need to get the doors open again, or we might have to have it come crashing through." Skull looked around as he slowly edged through the room, looking for a way to open the doors again.

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A whole bunch of stuff just happened that you won’t bother recounting because several other members just did it. Explosions happened, probably – you were too caught up with staring into Demon’s metaphorical eyes.

It turns out your entire bout with Demon was nothing more than a staring contest, “boss battle” be damned. Something about that was really intense, though. The feeling that you’re eventually going to knock heads with FireHunter and his entourage is a feeling coming from your version of a gut (because you’re an Alien and you don’t have a gut), and that feeling is giving you many feels.

You would give Demon a booty call, but that’s not really in his character. And beside the point, he stopped talking when he remembered he’s not supposed to talk, because he can’t actually speak and was only able to say the words that he did. Part of you is thinking really hard about that, but you immediately forget because you remember you don’t actually think like a human and all of this is just a human’s representation of the way a Xenomorph thinks. In fact, none of these conversations or thoughts actually take place or are said the way they’re written in these posts – you don’t really speak the way you have been, nor do you all actually speak at all – your conversations, actions and thoughts just written in a way that will conveniently move this story along in a way humans on the internet are used to (at least, Bloo’s posts are), which is in the style of a collaborative novel in this website’s case.

You don’t know how you know all of that, but you immediately forget why you were even thinking about that, even though you weren’t really thinking anything at all in a way humans can comprehend.

MAGENTA: what the fuck am I even saying
MAGENTA: wow that’s a pretty fire
MAGENTA: demon where are you
MAGENTA: oh fuck theres a fork in my head

The fork pierced your crown, but you pull it out before it has the chance to do any weird shit.

MAGENTA: fork why are you so hurtful
MAGENTA: wait youre not a fork
MAGENTA: youre
MAGENTA: a spoon

The tip of the wicked spoon melts because of your blood, steaming and hissing under the chemical transformation it’s going under. Wow, you think. That’s pretty fucking metal.

Although you mourn the loss of your newfound utensil friend, it wasn’t actually a spoon – it was a Tracer (more of which were being shot at your crown) and only appeared round because it was melting. You admittedly have no idea what a Tracer is, but it made you feel funny, and now you want to hate-kill whomever thought to put human eating utensils in your crown. You pick up the first spoon and gently caress its disfigured face.

For a second, you become distracted by the flames. They made pretty colors.

You like staring at the pretty colors. Occasionally you lick the spoon. Spoons are beautiful. Life is beautiful.

>MS: Stop staring at the colors and find your utensil friend.

Now you await your spoon-flinging friend’s next move. You don’t know where he is among all these flames, though. You call to him by squeaking out of your secondary jaw – less of a squeak, and more of a… honk.

You're quick to ran.

The explosions, the Yatua and Magenta all are too much for you. Off you go, running into the ship. Sniffing the air for the shadow known as Krio, you follow his sent through the air ducts. It takes you quite a while to navigate twards him. From a distance, you relize that gamefreak and a marine are there. Well, rather the marine was below them, but still. Unable to use pheromones or hivemind to communicate,and focalization being too risky, you tilt your head, requesting that he come in a safe area to speak with him and gamefreak. You have a plan.

This ship will shut down.
Time to cut ALL of the power.

Krio looked at the marine but sensed gamefreak AND dronehive nearby. Does she still know? Does she still remember the fight? And if so does she want revenge or not? You can't take the risk of making your plan fail... You run from jesse and and go to drone and gamefreak. As soon as he got closer his fear got bigger. He suddenly saw them and his fear got bigger. Soon his fear turned into anger. He got that phsycothic smile again. "NO! Pull yourself together! You are not a soldier anymore!" He turned normal again and walked to them.

Everything was spinning, and it was going so fast. First she was in a room with the Hiveborn, then an explosion, everything seeming to be sucked out. Then she was in another room, and another explosion, and now here she was. It was like another person was controlling her than normal. Aww well, none of that mattered anymore, she was safe, for now.

She took a deep sniff and could smell Dronehive and Krio, but she sensed no hostility from either, so she just set back and let them meet up, she wanted to see what would happen now.

"Krio, I see you are planning to attack this... Human. This is good. But, my allay, I implore you do not kill him. Wee need at least 1 marine alive, or they will blow the ship apart. Keep him alive, so when Blackburn dies, or if he does, we will live"

You turned away from him, again smelling that amazing sent of fear. It was... Interesting. You turn and see gamefreak, and nod in recondition. With a smile, you turn to track your real target.


Blackburn. The alpha male of the humans, without a doubt their leader. He, like Magenta said, had the acces codes. You needed those if you want to survive. Heck, you might as well marry him. But how to communicate...

While scurrying around you see a female human. She's tired, and you can smell the chestburter in her. She must have escaped from your old hive while the attention was drawn away. Rather than return her, you decide to exploit the feeble mind of a human...


You see pure fear in her eyes. You wrap your tail around her neck, constricting her airpipe. Slowly but shurely, you push the tip into her side. It slides around, leaving scratches as it goes. You don't want to hurt her to much, of course. Noticing her face turn an appealing shade of blue, you reluctantly lossen your grip. She will be a useful tool...

You plan to leave this ship.

It happened in a flash, the sounds of fires and explosions, the rushing of air coming through the hanger and then a strong force pulling you back and then your mind went into the abyss. The marines mind swam as he forced himself awake to the sounds of heavy breathing. The marine didn't move as his eyes trailed around him. He was being carried by some Xenomorph....damn bug must have snatched him up while he was out. The air was stale around him as he willed himself to keep awake. Some primal instinct kept him awake as adrenaline rushed through his system. He weight the options he had, be taken to the Hive and surly die or for this one moment give one last push to live. He allowed his hand to fall next his side pocket that held his cutting torch. The xeno kept moving as Blackburn’s fingers clutched his cutting torch. Everything seemed to slow down as Blackburn pulled out his torch igniting it. The sound made the Preatorian turn his head just as Blackburn shoved the cutting torch forward into the xeno's face. It was sickening scene to watch the cutting flame melt into Slick's skull. The xeno screamed as it let go of Blackburn clutching it's face. The marine fell to the floor with a thud as Slick looked around before it started coming after Blackburn. The marine stood slowly before ducking under Slicks wide hook. The creature was bleeding heavily and the acid pattered onto the ground with a hiss as it burnt through the floor.

Blackburn watched as Slick clawed at its face where it probably couldn't feel anything and stumbled around like a blind man looking for something to lean upon. Blackburn took this moment to get a head start on the xeno making his way down the corridor full speed until he could hear the xenos screams of rage and agony no more. The corridors dark light shown in a pale hue as the marine moved down the ghostly hallway before coming upon the corpse of a dead marine. Jessie message came through the mic as he bent down over the corpse. "Jessie, this is John. I've managed to get myself out of trouble...for now." He took a quick glance over his shoulder before continuing "Relay your cordnates to my headset and I'll met up with you, the marine companies are about two to three minutes from you and I'm close behind keep safe out there grunt." John quickly salvaged what he could before moving two fingers over the dead man’s eyes to close them "You rest easy now marine." he muttered before picking up the man’s pulse rifle and some extra ammo before moving down the hallway after taking his tags so the family could at least get something back.

Blackburn’s gaze moved room to room as he went down the hall hoping Slick hadn't decided to follow. He’d group his remaining marines together for one last push to the control room. "Jackknife, Barricade, Jessie I’m a few rooms away please stand by..." by now Jack knife and Barricade had reached Jessie and were waiting for Blackburn to show up. The first sergeant’s shoulder lamp illuminated the dark corridor as he walked before coming to the open passage where Jessie and the other marines stood. "Well....I'm back" he said looking at the marines tiredly before moving to address the troops, it was time for the checkmate of this chess game and they were going to have to go through hell to do it.

Slick shrieked as its dome was melted away by the cutting torch. It was a long drop from its grip for the human, but surprisingly the human had just taken off. The slender Xenomorph went after him, only his pheromones betraying his position, and soon more pheromones came to Slick's attention. More humans.

Slick knew that without Achilles, Demon and FireHunter, attacking them head-on would be suicide, had Achilles still been alive, this would have been much easier. The humans were unaware of the skeletal demon lurking in the shadows, it was too far away, too quiet to be noticed, but it could see them. The beast caressed the wall, more xenomorphs, drones and warriors, some remnants of the Hive, were coming, also silent, knowing the plan before they could even see the humans.

Once again the humans found themselves surrounded, unknowingly this time. The xenomorphs slowly closed in, there weren't a huge amount of them, around 16 not including Slick. The darkness shrouded their approach.

But stealth could not be held for long, the haunting, eerie cries of a motion tracker signalled the Xenomorph approach. The creatures all stopped in unison. The beeping stopped, they all begun creeping forward again, and stopped, the beeping ceased once more. None of them moved, Slick wasn't used to being only accompanied by regular drones and warriors, it was used to the might of the other three in the Praetorian Guard. This wasn't like the intersection, where they had them surrounded on all four sides, it was two directions to come from, the front and the back, and with the amount of marines, the humans could keep both sides covered.

Slick looked up at the ceiling, the vents would provide a strategic third direction, two warriors, one from each side, crawled up the walls and into vents in the ceiling. They begun moving towards the soldiers, the beeping arose again, slowly getting faster. Four more xenomorphs, two from each side, followed the initial pair. And as the remaining ten closed in through the hallway, Slick itself squeezed its horribly tall form into the vent. It was cramped, but that never bothered Slick, whose slim form contorted to fit, up ahead, the first pair were almost directly above the humans.

Gunfire broke out and a Xenomorph death knell rang out from the hallway below. Another came from inside the vent, and one of the Warriors fell through the hole created by its own blood, falling among the Marines. The others came pouring out of the hole, and the humans quickly found themselves under assault, but the Xenomorphs' numbers were falling. Slick crawled to the hole, being the last in the vent, and seeing its opportunity, reached down and seized one of the Marines. The man was quickly dragged into the vent with the beast and slain, the powerful inner jaw of Slick punched through his feeble skull. His struggles ceased and he was dropped back out to the body-littered hallway below. The battle had gone by so quickly, both sides being reduced to a mere few in a matter of seconds, most of the marines had fallen to the acid blood that drenched and burned at everything.

The remaining drones scampered about, avoiding bullets as best they could. They were a distraction, and as they retreated further into the corridor, the men followed, and Slick silently emerged from the ceiling. It reached forward and grabbed a second man, pulling him backwards to be impaled on its tail, he died with a tremendous shout. Before the remaining two could do much more than turn and fire blindly at the lanky creature, both of their clips simultaneously ran dry, Slick's arm lunged and struck them both down, acid spilled from its new wounds. Jessie James and John Blackburn once again found themselves in the beast's clutches. Their guns were torn from their hands and Slick reached down to suffocate them both, its enormous hands engulfed their faces and resisted the struggles. Slick lifted them up by their faces, their struggles grew weaker. Slick dropped Jessie to the only remaining Drone, who immediately carried him away, barely conscious. Slick held onto Blackburn and continued to carry him to the Hive, the pulse rifle dangled from his back by the strap, empty and ignored by the towering Slick. It could sense more Drones approaching to keep watch, but for now, again the pair were alone.

The room was emptying out besides the queen, she pulled out the tracer like a splinter from her head. She pondered and she panned the room for voltage.

Voltage was losing cover near the railing, so he shot up at the sprinklers causing them to break and spill out a steady stream of water over the fires. It clouded up even more with steam and smoke.

In the short time he had, he used his vocal mimicry and threw voices around the room. Same time he ran around with his cloak firing his spear gun at the queen, confusing her as she turned her head every which way trying to find voltage in the haze, she moved around hissing and roaring for every round she was hit with.

Voltage stood down for a few and activated the weapons on the ship outside. The queen got closer in the mean time to his position, he loaded another tracer around and threw his voice once again. From the the dying mist he leaped over the queens crown, He aimed down behind her head where she couldn't reach well and shot the tracer. This time it lodged itself into a soft spot, yet it was tender and she stomped in place flicking her tail. he landed to the other side and saw more xenos scurrying around in the mist tracking him down.

DarkLioness growled at the new Xenomorph as he appeared. With the blood of one of Bloo's Drone's still dripping from her, DarkLioness began to slowly approach the male Warrior. She smelled the air and was pleased to see that he wasn't one of Bloo's parasites. But he wasn't a member of The Hive. Ah, so he was un-bound to any hive and this made DarkLioness very curious. She got with three feet of the male and raised herself onto her hind legs and and screeched at him. The male hissed softly and lowered his head, showing he was no threat to her and did not wish to fight her. DarkLioness went back down on all fours and then circled the male, inspecting him. Once she was done the Warrior of the Hive hissed and walked past him as she continued down the hallway until she got to an elevator. The doors were wide open and blood was smeared all over the area. The humans attempted to escape but they failed and were captured or killed by Bloo's bugs. The elevator was still at the top and so she'd need to find another way up. She got what she wanted when a loud boom sounded overheard, many levels above, that sent a harsh tremor through the station. This was enough to send the elevator falling down the shaft, screeching against metl and sending sparks flying as it did. There were hundreds of levels left for the elevator to go so DarkLioness wasn't worried about the impact. She needed to get to FireHunter now before the rest of the bugs from Bloo's hive found their way down here. DarkLioness looked up the shaft, cautious of anything falling from above. Nothing so far and the elevator had yet to make impact yet. DarkLioness noticed a ladder in the shaft that she and Rampage could use to get to the higher levels quicker. Three loud explosions echoed through out the space station as it shook once more, the sound of screams of pain from both humans and Xenomorphs could be heard faintly over the dying roar of the explosions. What was going on up there? The loud roar of a Xenomorph made DarkLioness snarl. A Queen, it must have been Bloo again. She never did know what to shut up. Wait a second....that wasn't Bloo's roar. There was another Queen in here? How could that be? Was the Queen from her Hive or something else all together? DarkLioness needed to move now, she also wanted to present Rampage to FireHunter to see weather or not he would be suitable for the Hive. Wait where was he? DarkLioness looked back and noticed Rampage standing all the way at the end of the hallway looking at her. She huffed in annoyence before growling to the Warrior.

*Are you coming or not?*

Rampage hissed and sprinted towards the elevator shaft to join at her side. DarkLioness grasped the ladder and began climbing, Rampage close behind her keeping pace. Four more explosions went off, each more violent than the other, forcing DarkLioness and Rampage to cling to the ladder for dear life until the shaking stopped. Brief gun fire erupted and then abruptly halted and was followed by another explosion. This time it was lower with the space station. Once she was sure it was safe DarkLioness resumed climbing but her guard was once again up. Something was up there causing explosions and whatever it was it was effecting the lower levels too. The rest of the doors in the shaft were sealed tight or hot to the touch so it wasn't worth the risk in trying to open them. It was still a long way up and they need to move carefullly otherwise risk falling to their deaths.
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The two Xenomorphs finally made it to a pair of open doors in the shaft. The doors had been pried open and wide hallway that lead to a seemingly never ending staircase. Great...stairs. Alas it was the only way to get meet up with the rest of the Hive. FireHunter had given DarkLioness, along with the others, a mission and she was determined to complete the mission. Even so she now had a hiveless Warrior with her who seemed somewhat lost to himself. Who was his Queen? That question would probably never get asnwered anytime soon. The heat in the higher levels had risen and the stench of rotting and burning flesh made DarkLioness salivate with hunger. Damn, she hadn't eaten anything since she erupted form her host. She need to eat something or she'd never be able to focus clearly on anything. DarkLioness and Rampage, who was oddly quiet, made their way to the stairs. Luckily no useless barricade was there to hinder progress but there were no bodies to feast upon. Shame. DarkLioness led the way up the stairs, she knew she'd find FireHunter somewhere around here. She could hear him and sense him, he was very close. Where he was exactly she didn't know but he WAS here on this level. Another violent explosion tore through the space station but this time it sent debris raining down from above. Nothing big enougto cause serious damage but enough for DarkLioness to start sprinting up the stairs. She would have taken to a vent but the thought of being crushed to death in a vent wasn't appealing to her right now. Her stomach growled loudly causing her a great deal on annoyence. She was so hungry but she didn't have time to worry about food, even though food would be nice. Especially fresh human or even a wayward Hunter would do. Mmm the taste of fearful prey always satisfied. DarkLioness was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she never heard Rampage shriek in alarm until she looked up. Too late. A large flaming chunck of debris a few levels up was falling and it was hitting the remaining stairs above. Rampage had already took a chance and leaped from the stairs and clinged to the piping on the neighboring wall for dear life. DarkLioness decided to follow suit but she had barely become airborn when the flaming debris crashed into the stair level she was on. Her tail somehow began tangled up with the railing and she ended up being dragged seventy feet below with the railings, parts of the staairs themselves and the debris. The heat from the thing burned at DarkLioness body causing her sever pain, the helpless Xenomorph could only scream as she continued to plummet. Once everything impacted with the ground below her screams had stopped.

Krio crawled to DH to protect her but every muscle of his body said:

"Kill her! Like the soldier that you are...." He ignored the voices in his head with all his power but soon felt fear taling him over. "She is defensless.... Kill her while she does not know it!" Krio was almost going to scratch his head open. "You should torture her while she is in a diffrent body...." He heard the voice say. "Or do you think she is.....diffrent... That SHE is your soul mate?""Fuck off inside voice!" Krio said to himself. With all his might he tryed not to kill DH. She never planned revenge. His inside voice was making him think that..... "She has tortured you just as you tortured her ....." The unholy part of krio said.
"Fuck you!""So you do like-""FUCK YOU!""Alright,alright.......... You sure-" "shut up!""Okay!"

He looked around and besides the explosion there was nothing unnatural.

Blizzard formed a smiled with his strange and non humanoid visage the xenomorph who had attempted to kill him had actually believed his lies for this hive was by no means an actual alliance they were not allies or friends they were just another means for an end and once they would let out there last dying breath killing my ....our threats . Blizzard joyful thinking was interrupted by the sound of attacks and the sound of his degenerate brethren who all seemed to be mad and broken , the young warrior hissed in frustration why was he born in the hive which was host to a plethora of mad and childish xenomorphs incapable of thinking of the future they were all slaves to there appetite for flesh or violence . Blizzard slinked off into the shadows climbing through the shaft he was trying to find the xenomorph Blizzard crept up on him he had seem to come across a hive xenomorph although she was weakened he could sense she was a powerful compared to him , perhaps it would be best to kill her now .... after a few minutes of reflection Blizzard decided to help her for the alliance ? for the hive ?

Blizzard moved the (fat) heavy xenomorh she is was more heavy then she looked in fact it would't have surprised him if she had ate the entire occupants of this ship . blizzard placed her on the floor before chucking her a chunk of meat discarded on the floor . Blizzard waited patiently for her to wake up .

krio knew that somewhere the battle would end for him and everytime he looked at the drone named dronehive he was sure she still remembered every last fucking bit of the damn fight. the fear was so deep in his scars that he was almost going to bleed.

but everytime he looked at her..... it reminded him of the last person that actauly loved him. marina weyland was her name.

while krio was being cloned from badapple marina asked her father weyland if she could have me. it was to dangerous weyland said but still...... everytime that no one was awoke she fed him with enough meat. she didn't know that ,for the fact krio is a clone, that krio didn't have to eat. but krio liked the way marina weyland cared for him.

but one time the whole facility went down and krio was almost going to get shot. krio knew his life was over untill..... marina jumped in the way and she got shot instead of krio. krio was furious. in fact it was that day that made him phsychophatic. he had murdrered every last fucking marine in his way only to find out it wouldn't help to bring marina back.

krio saw badapple escape and he knew badapple was now his second rival. the first being weyland yutani.

for once krio had relived that moment again by looking at one xeno. it was like he felt it all over again. and to think that krio and dronehive where rivals was just weirder. you can't have feelings for your rival right?

"krio?" dronehive asked with a little hiss in a little bit confusion. "oh! um.... what?" he hissed back as if he was feelingless. "stay focused." she hissed a little bit faster then usual.

I trenched onward through the muddy halls of the godforsaken ship until i came across a puddle. I met my reflection and saw not the young man i used to be, But a faded relic of an older kind. My eyes had sagged, My once jet black dreads were not worn and grey and my face wrinkled. I felt like an old coat. One you once loved for many winters but got left at the back of the wardrobe. You loved it to much to throw out, But its worn, Beaten and of no use.

I sat in front of the puddle staring at myself. I was all alone. I remembered when i was young, Going through my trials. Me and my friends would compete in slaughtering harder and harder prey. At the end of the day we'd eat the fruits of our labor. Around the campfire I'd see the joy of life in there eyes. As time went on we'd grow apart, We grew up. Became adults.

I watched them grow with me, And one by one i watched them pass. I'd sit with them while they bleed out recollecting the glory days. Now its just me.

*Beep*

I opened my Wrist Comp. Its my birthday. I'm 1000 years old today. What a kick in the nuts, I'm an Ancient now. "Ancient Concretehunter" doesn't have a ring to it. I noticed it happening, I'd tell jokes to my clan mates they wouldn't get.

"Ha, Thats like the time the Elder beat a youngblood to death with his own toes"

"When did that happen?"

"Oh it... You probably were to young"

I was always told age was something to admire, Mostly by old hunters. I feel that when in a crowd its good to be old, Young hunters see you as wise and battleworn. But when i sat there in a puddle with my own thoughts, I just felt as if i was past my prime. When it boils down to it, The memory of my friends and battles. They die with me.

krio knew that he was getting bored. he was expecting krio to say something. krio thought that krio would have something to say but krio was silent. krio then saw krio right next to dronehive and said "i will kill her if you don't...." krio knew that this diffrent krio was only in his head...

"you can't"
"will try!"

slowley but surely both krios started to fight (in his mind) and krio often shook while seeing dronehive.

I quit my quiet sobbing, Tears are for those who let emotions lead them. Emotions are an unstable foundation for a man to support himself on. Strength on the other hand.

I stood up and flicked a hologram of the ship on my wirstcomp. The hallway suddenly lit up into fractured glitters of red, Pretty. The beacons left in my equipment were still active, Meaning that if i travel towards to the hangar i should be able to collect my equipment and figure out what's going on. Mainly why i was freed and a way to get off this ship.

I began slipping through the annals of the ship. Passing from floor to floor with little more than the sound of my breath. Eventually I'd notice a rattle or a bullet being fired a few floors up, But i was aware that i was very much away from the action.

I had gotten close to the hangar, At the end of the hallway i noticed a torch. I slipped up into the roofing to remain unnoticed, I looked at what i was holding onto, As my eyes glanced across the tubing and metalic shafting i noticed something that didn't fit in.

"All clear, Lets go back up those in the Hangar" A Marine uttered into his Walkie talkie.

I glanced back at the roofing i was hidden in, A long and glossy dome was layed parallel to the roof, It began moving. I noticed it had ridgings and patters etched into it. Eventually i came to face the dark life form in front of me. It slowly lowered its dripping jaw to reveal its metalic teeth. I rammed my fist into its neck, I dropped to the floor, Alerting the marines.

They turned and began to fire as i sprinted down the hallway into safety, The Xenomorph followed me to the ground. Luckily its size provided me with a bullet shield, In front of me was a window leading to the hangar, And to my left and right were hallways leading to more marines. I chose the window, I leaped at the glass pane, Shattering it as i fell into the brightly lit hangar bay.

FireHunter lunged for the Queen, stooping low and wrapping its bulky arms around her thin legs, lifting her up and dropping her to the floor behind it. Unleashing an unholy cry of fury, Demon lunged at Voltage, its claws grazed the side of the mask, tearing through the metal and leaving several violent gashes. Suddenly both Xenomorphs halted their assault and quickly turned to the hangar doors. There was something strange outside, and the pair knew that their best chance of survival was to flee the Hangar and find Slick.

FireHunter and Demon sprinted towards the door that Slick had gone through, bursting through it and tearing down the hallways in search for the spindly Warrior. The Queen's pheromones slowly faded as the pair made distance. Slick's telepathic presence grew stronger.

Slick stopped, the human dangled almost lifelessly in its arms. Changing its grip on the human, the bony hand made its way to the man's throat and gripped. It was only a matter of seconds before the sounds of tearing metal and heavy growls rang through the halls. Slick turned slowly as the two enormous shapes of its peers emerged from the dark.

FireHunter gave a growl of amusement at Slick's melted face. Slick hissed in protest. FireHunter's massive hand reached forward and clutched the human's torso. Slick released its grip on his throat, allowing FireHunter to carry the limp human the rest of the way. The trio continued their ascent towards the Hive, where a ripe Royal Egg lay in wait for the unfortunate John Blackburn.

There was too much going on, the queen was still distracted and the xeno named DEMON surprised voltage from the mist, in the scramble he placed a tracer on Demon, he was left another scratch in his helm... that never gets old. He kicks him off and he watches it scramble off with the bulky xeno. His blood dripped from his face the mist cleared. The doors werent opening, Ripper was unable do to the doors being abused in the fight so plan c is in order. The xeno he traced will lead him back to their hive. For now he set a timer that synced with the ship outside, the timer counted down from 5 minutes...

"Alright get ready for this impact" His mask produced a silver liquid that filled in the holes on his helmet and depressurized. He runs down the walk way around the queen. To notice someone falling into the hangar...