Carmine gave a brief nod at what Gene was telling him. Okay, so they had confirmed two male humanoids making their way toward the base area. Gene hadn't mentioned them carrying weapons, so they weren't heavily armed, but he'd assumed they had some kind of weaponry just to assume the worst could happen.

"Yeah, those've gotta be DBO. They definitely aren't Stranded. I doubt a civvy would be wearing Marine armor," he stated briefly. He knew nothing about DBO, other than they were a group that made no sense. And he was told some of them were ex-soldiers, some hybrids. He didn't know who, though. He had flipped down his visor again to try getting a better look. He still couldn't see them too well, but the shapes were definitely human. Far too small to be Preds. And they didn't have tails or long heads, so that ruled out Xenomorphs.

"The body temperature could mean anything. It might just mean whatever equipment they got on's concealing it to some degree, or it could mean they're cold-bloodeds. Doesn't matter." He didn't mean it the way it sounded. It made him sound like he was trying to discard the fact. What he had meant was that it didn't matter what they were, they still had their orders. "Besides, it's fricking cold out here. You might be picking up some of the outside temperature."

When she commented on his work on the perimeter, he shrugged. "Hey, I didn't do any of the work. Just First Squad. I just stood there watching them work, really," he said. He wouldn't take credit for that. He didn't do anything. When everybody started moving up, he did too. He rushed up behind one of the sandbag barriers to the left of the choke point, kneeling on his left knee behind it. He set the Rotary down on top of it, and made sure he had the ammo belts handy if he needed to start firing. He made a gesture toward the other side of the opening.

"We ought to let them get as close as possible." He nodded back toward the dropship. "We want to be in eyesight. That way if anything bad happens, we can get backup or fall back really fast. Let 'em hit ten meters out from this wire, then we stop 'em. We'll demand some form of identification, and order them to drop any weapons they're carrying, not that I expect them to drop all of them. They'll probably keep something up their sleeve, so we'll make sure anything particularly lethal they have doesn't get past this point. No threats to the Commander. Agreed?"

"Heard and understood. Gene, escort the two to me. 1st Squad, get some floodlights set up on the 1st line and then get back here for chow. Harrows, good job man. Carmine, I'm sorry but you've pulled first shift on sentry. Watch out for anything that ain't us. Good work people, that's one mean-looking perimeter. I wouldn't want to attack it." He radioed in to the soldiers out on the front line. He looked over from the tent he was in towards the Waffle, noting the lack of protection they had to the north. "Vevlaa. Git the waffle turned to face the north and switch the missiles to auto-target. That'll keep them from sneaking up our arses. After you're done, get over to the chow tent. There's an omlette with your name on it." He shouted over to the dropship's pilot, whom it looked like had just finished setting up the first aid post.

So far, things were on track. Defences were set up -and he had to congratulate Harrows in person- and the base was set. No casualties -thank god- and everything was running smoothly. He'd checked the sentry turrets and they were all active and working perefctly. If only Alpha Draconis would stop playing hero and co-ordinate, things would be perfect. Looking back down at the giant-sized omlette he was making, he grinned. Perfect indeed, he still could make a mean omlette. He carefully folded it in half and placed the lid back on it, so that the steam would cook the top just as quickly as the bottom was being cooked. No point having ém done unevenly. That just made bad ommlette. He washed his hands and set up the plates while he waited for his troops to get back.

"Draconis, this is Malus. If you feel like taking a break from playing hero, we've got Ommlette cooking here and it needs eating. Besides, I need to talk to the boss." He said. He'd listened to thier radio chatter and was starting to wonder who the boss was. Seemed that TDN was walking all over Kiddo, and the marine was just taking it. Malus shook his head. Kiddo hadn't taken it like that when HE'D tried giving him orders. A war had ensued. Malus couldn't help but wonder if another Draconis Civil War was coming. He farkin well hoped not. Waste of resources. That, and he didn't know if he'd intervene or not. Probably. Better to have one side crushed quickly than have the war drag out for years. He shrugged and sprinkled some herbs on the ommlette, noting the good aroma as he lifted the lid.

He'd also set up a tent for the survivors, and got the sentry guns around the droppy and the tents set up. He'd brought something like 50 sentry turrets, so they were set on that. Night-time didn't favor the humans, so he decided instantly they'd sit tight through the night and get started on the more aggressive part of the operations in the morning. He thought up a piquet roster in his head and nodded. He really would need AD's Co-Operation. If they went survivor-hunting in the dark, they'd get killed. No doubt about it.

"Gotcha fearless leader." Mark gave Carmine a mock salute as he gave them the 'orders'. He was just trying to take the piss out of him for a bit of fun, but other than that, it didn't matter. He walked over to the front row of sandbags and razor wire that had been set up. He was, once again, taking turrets up to the front row. The idea was to place one at each end of the front rows, because despite the protection that the sandbags and razor wire would give, they needed some extra insurance.

He set the turret up and began to turn on the motion sensors and making sure it was locked and loaded. It whirred over in Carmine's direction and Mark cursed.

"Fuck! Turn off! Turn off!" he quickly turned the power off on the turret to make sure that it didn't blow Carmine away in a blaze of hot lead. The turret slumped to sleep like a tired hunter and Mark sighed. Kneeling and taking a deep drag on his cigarette, tossing it away. Now all the main set ups were put up and he knew that the row of motion sensors was being set up 150 meters out.

"Next order of business..." he said walking into the peremeter and heading for the Waffle. "Get Gene the printouts."

He walked up the ramp again, and sat down at the terminal, setting his M41A1 on the seat beside him and swiveling the chair around to punch in the password and codes. He hummed his favorite song to himself as the computer began to print out the geography readouts.

"Fire! To begin with the dance of the dead! Blackened in the air!" he drummed to an imaginary drumset to the song in his head that was about nuclear fire. He hoped that nuclear fire wasn't going to end up being the issue with this battle. The sheets rolled out from the printer and he took them, tucking them up and walking out of the Waffle, rifle slung over his shoulder once again.

He could tell Gene was busy watching Carmine, so he stepped past her and set the readouts on the crates by her and went on his way back to the Waffle to grab floodlights. He carried them down his way and forwards to the front row of defenses. He didn't want to be back lit by them in the back row and become and easy target for some Pred head. He set one up in the center, turning it on and letting the piercing bright white light shine through the darkness, and setting the other up ten meters away. Once it was turned on, the light's beam met the other's further down the way.

He unlsung his pulse rifle, locked it away, and switched it off of safety. Holding it across his matte black body armor, he stood behind the front row of defenses and prepared himself to do sentry duty. He tucked a cigarette behind his ear for later, whispering, "This is going to be a boring ass stint."

As the flood lights were switched on Gene looked at their visitors, she could pick them up easier now that they could see. She agreed with Carmine, waiting until they were ten meters off the first row was enough insurance, seeing as a sweep with the IR filter on her scope turned up only those two in the area. And a visual check showed no Xenomorph's within two hundred meters. "So, were all set up. Anything moving within 200 meters of us will be picked up by the motion sensors and we'll be alerted through the real time updates in the Waffle." Gene noticed the batch of printouts nearby and picked them up, flipping through the pages for a moment before clicking her tongue. "Looks like Vevlaa knows where to land, six feet down is a solid clay layer, no tunnels or hollow sections within five hundred meters of us, and since there are no houses or building around no piping is within the area. Looks like if the Xeno's are going to be getting close then they won't be able to go underground." Gene pushed all the pages into her pocket and continued to look around. Her orders to set up two turrets to the North of the Waffle had been completed, and the three rows of wire were secure and established. Malus had just called through, and Gene looked at Carmine with a smirk as he was given first sentry. Overall the outpost only needed one person on active sentry duty due to the motion sensors and sentry turrets.

"I'll stay here until we bring in the DBO guys, but I'll just go and tell the others to get some chow." Gene walked past one of the turrets and checked it's settings. It was switched on, and she turned it onto standby (won't fire automatically but will follow targets) and repeated the same for the turret on the other side of the choke point.

"Turrets are on stand-by Carmine" she called out before finding 1st and 2nd Squad members, telling them to go get some food and to be ready to get back to the defenses on a moment's notice. Nerves would be high for the next ten hours, as darkness was not their friend. Rejoining Carmine, Gene continued to keep the two men in her sight, mainly looking for weapons.

The darkness of the void that surrounded the vast ship was broken only by the light of the burning world below.

"Entering low orbit now sir" Said the yautja pilot who was at the helm "And it appears that lonehunter has decided to leave early"

"What!" Growled slayer, turning from the view. "Very well, we will have to adapt to this new development." He walked back over to the intercom mic and spoke into it to the whole ship. "There has been a change of plans. One of our own has disobeyed orders and dropped early. We are now in low orbit over the planet earth. Our destination is the ruins of a human city where the corporation soldiers and the marines have been detected. They appear to be situated on the outskirts, close in proximity to a very large xenomorph hive. It can be assumed that they are there to wipe it out. All warriors report immediately to the bridge where you will be given further instructions."

"Sir, our radar has picked up another ship."

"Who is it?" replied slayer.

"Its the dark blood organization, sir. They just sent a drop pod to the surface."

"I see, keep us at a distance."

Slayer turned again to face the large window at the front of the bridge. The dark blood mother ship hovered there, suspended nothingness. It was quite a sight.

"Incoming transmission from Balatu, sir. They're on their way."

"Excellent. As soon as we have visual contact let me know."


Everything was quiet then.
It was all just the calm before the storm.

"So you've finally decided to call. I did mentioned to Kidd before that to ask you nicely to contact me and update me on your status" TDN said over his communicator "Dropships landed over two hours ago. How long does it take you guys to set up defence?". "Playing hero?" he continued "maybe this idea is foreign to you but we as soldiers care more than just to save our own skin!". He was angry, angry at the fact that he could not save those survivors and now there maybe more out there sharing the same fate. He was angry at this Corporate Mercenary telling him about playing hero when he'd seen many of them before sacrificing civillians just to save themselves.

"I'm losing it" he told himself "Calm yourself now before you become a liability to you and the squad". As he began to calm himself he realized, he had become nothing more than a disgruntled old man, a disillusioned war veteran. In his haste to find the survivors he had forgotten even the basics of military coordination and had forgotten that Kidd was the one in charge. He hate to admit it, but Malus the Corporate offcer was probably right.

"My apologies, officer Malus" he said "you're right, we need to cooperate with each other if this operation is to succeed. So let's stop this petty quarrel for now alright?". "Although I'd appreciate it if dinner wasn't your first priority" TDN said jokingly "you know what, on second thought save some for me". "So what do you suggest would be our best course of action, officer?" TDN asked.

But before he could hear the reply, his thoughts went back to the movement detected earlier. "Whatever it was, it had yet to attack us" he thought "it's almost as if it was observing us, but now it's gone". "A Predator!" he thought "but why did it not attack?".

TDN called Kidd on his communicator "Lt Kidd, looks like there are no survivors left in this building. Anyone left will probably be turned into hosts for those things by now". He continued "I suggest we detonate this building, destroying all the hosts inside". He had sensed a bit of hesitation from Kidd. "Remember Kidd, I'm not the commander anymore. Your order overrides mine now" TDN said "Well lieutenant? I await your orders."

Not wasting anymore time after hearing the call from TDN, the marine decides to gather what few marines he could to head back out into the field. Rearming himself at the armory with more ammo and several grenades to replenish with the ones that were used, the young man heads out of the armory and on towards the city outskirts with a squad of five soldiers.

All were weary and battered by this horrible war against these monsters, they all had the same fighting spirit to fight to the death. Not appearing to be the professional marines that they were before the conflict, they wear armor which are battlescarred from the many assualts that they have conducted against the relentless 'dark serphents' and several skirmishes against the warrior aliens. Morale low from the thought of losing the human's homeplanet, they decide to continue the fight, like they always have, for their spieces.

Approaching the outskirts and taking caution of their surroundings, as they know fully well how the serphents can blend in with the environment, a marine within the squad ready his motion tracker and begins to read the monitor for any life within the city, besides the marine themselves. "DeBenardo, get on the radio and see if you can contact Squad Three. I've already been negligent enough, I don't want to fail him." The marine slings his rifle over his shoulder and tries to establish contact with the advancing team.

Wearing his helmet down low, thus sacrificing his wide area line of vision, Kidd's vision narrows to improve his accuaracy. Having five guys watching his flanks, and he himself watching their's, they slowly advance along the outskirts. Ashamed to keep his former leader waiting, the young man is willing to do anything and everything to make up for it as well as to save this dying planet from total destruction.

Xeuss' and Saysell had picked up all of Malus' transmission and kept the slower pace to hear all of it, then rushed up next to Saysell.

"I love these things! Don't you?" He said picking up the radio. DBO walkie-talkies had modifications that enabled them to pick up transmissions on many frequences, isolate and transmit on certain frequencies and many other stuff that Xeuss hadn't yet found useful. "So i guess they're waiting for us, must have seen us when we were passing by Mars or somethning. The guy who was talking, i feel like i remember him for some reason. But that's probably just the food i had this morning..."

Xeuss stopped walking. Though it was hard to see, he was startled. Completely unrelated to what he was talking about, a bunch of blurry memmories popped into his head along with a voice calling him home. This time the voice was not arrogant, but comforting. A sweet voice... The voice of his mother... This time the darkness that surrounded him did not feel cold, but soft and warm, surrounding his body and releiving him of all pain, all care for the rest of the world, all knowledge of what was around him.

"Return to us..."


A punch got Xeuss back into the real world. He looked around him, Saysell was the one who punched him and they were in the same place. Not much time could have passed, but this was... bad? He couldn't decide. Full of concern he looked at Saysell, took a deep breath and said...

"I just... Everyone in this city's dead... The marines can't be here for survivors. They're probably here to take back the city. But then the Yautja must know this too, so what's their purpose here...?"

He mande a short pause to think it over. Those memmories... Those memmories were really his own...

"There is a hive under the city... You go and meet the Corporation and the marines. I have to go in there... You know i'm not one for emotional memmories, but this Queen who talked to me... This hive... This is MY hive... The alien that i was made from was taken from this Queen... Go meet the humans and don't worry, if either of us dies, the others'll come back for some DNA and clone us back."

With that Xeuss gave Saysell another pat on the shoulder and started running as fast as he could for the city that housed his hive... his mother... his brothers...

Vevlaa woke up in the pilot’s seat of The Waffle Damn I must have slept off there for a while he mumbled to himself. He thought of how long it had been since he got a full night sleep, and now that he was back on earth, he had to get used to the fact that there WERE a night at all!

He stepped out of the pitch black Dropship and got a good look at the progress. Looks good he mumbled and ordered a private to help him with the First aid station. The whole thing took about 10 min to set up, and when he was done, he started walking towards the Commander.

The radio sparked in his ear. It was Malus: "Vevlaa. Git the waffle turned to face the north and switch the missiles to auto-target. That'll keep them from sneaking up our arses. After you're done, get over to the chow tent. There's an omlette with your name on it."

Vevlaa laughed to himself, before he replied “Sir, Yes Sir†and gave The Waffle just enough thrust to hover before slowly turning the nose towards the big “N†in the compass. Well down on the ground again, he went over to the co pilots seat and armed the missiles for “medium range fire and auto-target†as a edition, he turned on the long ranged forward motion tracker within the ship.

Vevlaa turned on the ships external speakers: Lunch time! All men currently NOT on guard duty, report to the Chow immediately


OCC: Sorry for late entry. I’ve had some things to do…

A quick jab roused Xeuss back to the real world, "Wake up dam it we have a job to do" Saysell spoke as if in a command position, slightly relapsing to his days in AD but he knew he had no real command over Xeuss. Infact Xeuss was his boss in a round about kind of way.

Xeuss’s solemn words of death shuck Saysell in a way he didn’t think possible. If they weren’t here to save people then... It didn’t bare thinking about. He knew the Yutani Corporation and its solider very well, they did modify him after all. He didn’t want to say anything to Xeuss but Saysell could feel certain presences in the area that he knew wouldn’t care to much for "taking the city back" more for their own gain.

Saysell had become lost in thought till a sudden pat on the shoulder roused him, a few blurred words and then Xeuss was off again. This was becoming frequent Saysell chuckled before heading into the ruined city.

He was only familiar with Alpha Draconis combat protocol; the Yutani was totally foreign to him. But they came a strange sensation, this was now the second time he had felt the presence of Malus, but Malus wasn’t AD he remembered that much.
Then it struck him like a cold wind Malus was here with the Yutani, and knowing him he was leading.

Seeing the floodlights start in the distance he immediately knew where to find Malus, so Saysell began to tread carefully into the dark. The last thing he wanted was to be minced by an auto turret.

The sound of a distant sentry was all he needed. Saysell quickly homed in on his scent, he was new.
Continuing towards what Saysell assumed was the defensive chokepoint a man in his late teens wearing black WY armour with a coat that went right down to his ankles. Saysell swiftly moved up until came a loud shout to stop, so he did.
And so started basic disarment procedure, Ohh how he hated this procedure. It seemed to take forever.
"Do you have a name marine?" Saysell looked at the young teen and paused so the marine could state his name.
"Darman Carmine" The marine replied with a slight shake in his voice.
"Well Darman Carmine, I am one of the good guys believe it or not. But before I say anymore I would quite like to see your leader if you would be so kind" Saysell quickly motioned for the marine to move.
"Fine I will walk in front" Saysell continued with an arrogant smile
"Ohh and one more thing, I am ex-AD and I worked along side Malus some time ago, that’s how I got past your cliché perimeter. Just in case you wondered"

Gaunt had been scuttling down the same old stretch of pathways for hours, He was getting very bored now, I meen what is the point of going out to battle if you can't find anyone.
Tired of this he decided to try a new approach, He jumped on to the wall of a ruined, old building and started to climb, While he climbed he thought about how he hadn't seen any of the other members of the Hive, prehapes they were dead?, However knowing them they'd probably be ok.
He had reached the top of the building now, He tried to find anyone or anything to follow or attack.
However he had no such luck and sat and thought for a moment, He now had two options he could choose to go back onto the ground and continue patrolling the area or he could run along the roof tops of the buildings and see where it took him.
Gaunt, Bored with the area he was in desided to go along the roof tops and look for prey else where.
He scuttled along the roof tops, always looking around to see if he could find something of interest, It was only a matter of time now.

"Crap!" Carmine said loudly at the sound of him getting the sentry job first. "Sorry sir. Static in the radio. Can you repeat that, without the insane part?" He was saying it as a joke, obviously. Just because there was going to be a lot of tension up ahead. There was already plenty... What with these two coming up.

Then one of them ran away. He had been about to ask Gene about the one running away all of the sudden. They looked like they were fighting. He was considering asking Gene about it, but the other figure was coming up fast. He gave a silent signal to get ready to the other ones, just a brief hand sign held up to show to be ready for anything to happen. When the man hit the ten meter range, he shouted for him to stop where he was. He left the Rotary on the barrier, pulling out the Grenade Launcher from the holster-like straps he had on his survival pack, and didn't waste any time moving in on the man in the marine armor.

As he approached the man, he was quickly asked his name, which was partially surprising. "Darman Carmine," he stated briefly. He simply assumed he wanted to know so he could properly address him, maybe make a comment or two. He had used the term marine, however, which wasn't entirely true. Officially, he was a mercenary who worked for W-Y. But that was a philosophical view, and in the real sense of the word, he was a soldier. So he didn't correct him.

The man was wearing standard marine armor, alright. Just like the men from Alpha Draconis... But his lacked any insignias or anything to mark him as part of it. Rogue might have been an appropriate term. "Okay, so you're the DBO," he said more to himself than to the man. He didn't question the other guy. This was the one in marine armor, and he just explained a lot in one sentence. "If you're carrying any weapons, hand 'em to me, and we'll take you to the Commander. I'll hand them to him, and you can get them back." He saw the man hesitate, but he complied... Clearly reluctantly. The man probably had some form of other concealed weaponry on him, but if he did, it was nothing that showed, so it couldn't have been lethal. He himself slid the Grenade Launcher back to where he had it before, and left the Rotary where it was.

He nodded for Gene to follow him. Since he himself had the man's weapons he had to go, and she was the one who was meant to be escorting him, then switched frequencies to tell Malus, and started walking in the direction of the tent. "Commander, we've got one. He's wearing marine armor. Other one ran off. I've got his weapons in hand, you can decide what to do with them. Gene and I are heading your way. Carmine out." He gave a heavy sigh, his breath somewhat ragged. He was thinking very carefully. The man had marine standard stuff. If he was hostile, he could have used it. He definitely wasn't a civilian.

When he hit the Commander's tent, he switched to external audio. "Right here, Commander." He took what was probably a bold move, and stepped into his Commander's tent. He held out the man's weapons so that Malus could take them and do what he wanted with them. "Sorry, sir. I know I'm supposed to be out there, but I figured since Gene needed to be an escourt, I ought to bring the weapons," he said, making sure the stress of the ordeal wasn't clear in his voice. Having watched this guy and somebody else for quite a while, he was a bit relieved that it was simple from now on. Once the weapons were taken from him, he exitted the tent as if the devil was at his heels.

"Ahhh so you are much smarter than your average human I see." Saysell smiled at the request of his weapons, but he only gave his firearms both his Pulse rifle and side arm, he kept his two knives very concealed.

After walking in silence with his two "captures" Saysell started to speak.
"Don’t worry marines we where all new once, and to face one such as myself on you’re first tour is very rare. I do assume it is your first tour; correct me if I am wrong of course. But you serve under the Marine known as Malus, don’t worry he knows what he is doing. I just know him well." Saysell's reassurances and claming word where of little value here, these marines feared him. The scent was prominent all throughout their walk.
"I am nothing to fear marines we are on the same side, well as long as you don’t shoot at me I wont shoot back."

Walking into the marine command centre Saysell was greeted with old protocols, such as the floodlights, the auto turrets and the Waffle. Ohh how he had missed the Waffle, she may of been small but she was tuff as hell.
Motioning towards the Waffle "Now she is a ship that you can rely on."
Saysell smiled reassuringly at the marines as they walked into the command tent, there was already a man here, the scent of this man reminded Saysell of a nostalgic time when things where simple when he both took and gave orders with equal measure.
"It's been some time old friend" Saysell's words resided throughout the tent with a definitive tone and certainty in them.

TDN stood along with his squad, outside of the borken apartment complex, just as they had set up the explosives and was preparing to detonate the building. Kidd's last transmission gave them the go ahead, as well as telling them that his squad will also be moving to their current location. TDN could see it in the commander's voice. Kidd seemed too hesitant to give him orders and seemed to comply easily to his own request of coming to his location. "He's a capable leader" TDN thought "but it seems he's still loyal and still see me as his superior. It's something that he needs to learn over time, that the position of leader rests on his shoulders now". He knew though, that Malus had thought the same thing. He could sense it during their last radio chat. Malus could not understand why Kidd was so willing in listening to his orders.

"Malus you wouldn't understand" TDN said to himself "you were seomeone who joined Weyland-Yutani just to be in charge. Do you know what it means to really be a leader? To have the lives of your men, people you're trying to save all in your hands? What it means to be loyal, to a purpose? You're a capable man, and your judgement are sound. You only joined for the wrong reasons". He shook his head again. he couldn't be thinking of these things now. Now that they have gone this far it would be better to stay for a while before deciding to continue on.

As he gave to orders to detonate, the building went up in flames, the metal melting from the extreme heat, and will soon disappear into nothingness. He motioned to his squad to take rest inside a small residential house, which was mainly intact save for the few acid burned holes. It was mostly untouched and had not yet been morphed into another hive structure. As he sat down, his mind now calm, he began to draw the layout of the area in his head, and form a battle plan. No way was he going to rush in blindly like he just did.

After almost an hour sitting silently, with his men wondering what he was doing, TDN turned on his communicator and called Kidd and Malus. "Kidd, Malus" he said "I think you guys might be interested to hear this. Now I've drawn out a rough layout of this city from my survey before you got here. From the state of these ruined building, it looks as though there wasn't such a large time gap between the different attacks. Which means this whole city was hit by almost like a wave of these creatures around the same time. Each building while wasn't attacked at the exact same moment, I'd say only about a few hours between the first and last attack. But judging from how the outskirt of the city had remained for the most part untouched, we can almost conclude that the infestation began around the city's center and spread out to the outer areas. We just got here before they got outside of the city. It also seems that these people were completely unprepared and unaware of the infestation before it was too late".

As they continue to listen, a thought shocked him and made him almost stood up. "Wait, if they were able to hit this quickly and undetected by most of the residents, then it is as I've feared" TDN continued "it seems they're moving along the city's sewer systems, and that's where I'm betting the main hive structure's located". "This could mean trouble" he cried. "How so?" Kidd asked. "If they're moving along the sewers, it means they can escape our detection around here and attack straight our main base" TDN said "well, what's your opinion on this matter, our two commanders?".

Peterson heard firehunters growl but shurged it off, Finalizing the plan Peterson dissmissed himself from the queens lair and proceeded out to the top of the building structure they had mad into a hive. Scowling at the bitter cold winds He hissed towards the outskirts of town knowing what was there, knowing that those treacheras things living in those tents and buildings wanted to kill him as much as he wanted to kill them, waiting for the other clan leaders to emerge Peterson crawled one step higher on the structure till he was at its highest point, realising that another small camp had been made a little ways off into the distant he almost could have guess... Yuatja!

((Saysell, can you edit your post's due to the reason's stated in the discussion thread, just approach the south choke point, no funny business since you would be noticed and fired upon. We wouldn't trust someone acting suspicious, and your character should realize that considering the situation. Carmine will then edit his and I'm posting now to just continue with the RP. Just to avoid all this argument, it's not fair to Peterson or the other RPers. Let's try to keep this within the rules.))

Gene stood beside the DBO member who had come in through the south choke point and had been cleared for any noticeable weapons. They had then brought him to the Command tent after activating the two choke point sentry turrets. Gene still was wondering why they hadn't been alerted the moment the DBO member had stepped within range of the motion sensors set up at 150 meters. She would get someone to check the system as soon as Malus confirmed the man's situation. She had lowered her rife and was carrying it in her left hand, whilst she kept her right on the sidearm holster which was unclipped ready to be drawn and fired.

"Commander, the DBO member to see you, all noticeable weapons have been removed, although I highly doubt he is unarmed." Gene explained, giving the DBO guy a smirk as she turned so she would be able to see both of the men in her vision.

"His friend headed off towards the city, we haven't asked him why yet."

Waving over a few of 1st Squad as they finished up their meals, Gene gave them an order. "Treat this guy as suspicious until Malus says you can relax...make sure not to stand close to him, his blood is like acid, keep it in mind to avoid spray or splash back if you shoot him. Your to guard him whilst the formalities of his stay are worked out."

Turning to 2nd Squad she gave them new orders, "Get me a check on the motion sensors, even if you have to go out and jump around them, just don't go alone. Keep you head about you, this is still a war zone. I want them fully operational and checked in 10 minutes. The rest of you, get out on the first perimeter and start sentry."

Stepping back to Malus and Carmine, Gene gave the DBO member a hard look before turning to her Commander. "Will that all sir?" she asked, wondering if he wanted any other orders to be passed along to the W-Y members.

Carmine exitted the tent quickly once the weapons were given to the Commander, frowning as he did so. He was walking quickly back to the perimeter. "Things just keep getting better," he said out loud. The man kept using the term "afraid" to describe their emotions. He himself was far from afraid of him. He got excited at the idea of a possible hostile, yes, but that was far from fear. Very far. And how did he know what they were feeling, anyway? Because he remembered first-time jitters? Or something more...?

When he returned to the perimeter, to the same barrier he had left his Rotary at, he took notice of another soldier standing at the entrance who was taking over for him, since he went to go escourt the strange man to the boss. That was a relief. He hadn't left the whole damn thing unguarded. He now knew this was Mark Harrows, due to some slight identification from Gene. "Hey Harrows, I got this," he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the base. "Bossman said everybody but me gets to eat."

Once Mark had left, he let out a heavy sigh, and cut the external audio. He was part of Second Squad, the one Gene told to check the sensors, but he had first shift Sentry Duty now, direct orders from the Commander. He was not pleased with that. He shook his head, and shifted the Rotary to be behind the barrier. He sat down, popped the seals of the helmet, and removed it, the sounds and smells hitting him hard. He set it on its right side to the right side of the barrier, flipped down the visor, and was slightly pleased. He basically was getting a mirror effect from it, he could see around the barrier without actually looking.

He then proceeded to open up his personal carrying pouch, and pulled out a pencil, large eraser, and a book-like object, which had a brown, leather-ish cover, and plenty of pages inbetween. On its cover the words "War Journal" were written, the initials "D.C." below them. He opened it up to his next blank page, and began writing.

... Spotted two of the DBO guys heading up on us, and they appeared to be arguing, even punching each other a few times. Jokingly? Looked pretty serious to me. Then one of 'em stops dead in their tracks, has a freakout, and runs away. And I don't think it had anything to do with the fact that we hit the floodlights and showed that we had a hell of a lot of stuff out here. I...

He found that writing in this thing would help him keep track of everything he did. The good, the bad, and just events in general. He could improve with the use of this. It was a way to vent, too, really.

Once he was finished, he placed it all back into his pouch. He then picked up his helmet again, replacing it, and stood up from behind the barrier. He kept the visor flipped down, it was better for him to be able to see at long ranges. He re-sealed it, and propped the Rotary back up onto the barrier. Sentry duty meant he had to watch for anything suspicious, and because it was getting dark, he wasn't able to move around without making noise. He still had the audio switched off, but if anybody wanted to contact him, they could radio him and override it. "Going to be a long night."

Hearing Malus' offer of food to the marines of Alpha Draconis, Kidd couldn't help but laugh to himself. Stopping momentarily as he looks at the faces of the other five that is with him, Kidd asks them,"You hear that guys? He is offering us some chow. Little does he relize with each bite he takes, another human being just lost their life to these creatures." Nodding as they look at one another and then out to the orange horizon which is slowly turning dark blue, and they resume their advance.

"Sir! Made contact with TDN." called out DeBenardo as he rushes up to Kidd's side. Taking the radio, Kidd answers the former leader. "Yes sir? Sorry for some of the delays of my responces, its just that I no longer have a headset. There are no spares back at base so I had to resort to radios." Relieve to hear that TDN understands his situation, the former leader decides to give the young man some words of wisdom. "I guess I'm still green as a leader, uh TDN?" Kidd always had doubts about his leading capabilities but everyday that passes with him being a leader to a team, he learns something new everyday. Listening to TDN's voice as the former leader encourages, him, Kidd nods his head and speaks to himself out loud, "I'm in charge..."

"Alright sir, if you put it that way, I'll do my best to save as many as I can. Now, what is the situation at you end, TDN?" asked Kidd as he and his team takes cover behind a wall and the surrounding debris. Hearing TDN's beliefs as of to where the Hive is located, the young man responds,"How so?" After listening to TDN's statement of the sewers, Kidd lets out a growl only to turn and look at the military base behind them. Cursing under his breath, Kidd clenches onto the radio tightly and begins to speak into it,"Malus, if you are hearing this, I need you and your troop to be prepared for a raid, hoo-rah? I would hate for us to lose one of the last remaining bases on earth, you hear me man?" Hoping that his old comrade heard him, then the young marine turns and begins to talk to his former leader,"TDN, if that is what your gut telling you, then I suggest that you find yourself a manhole and infiltrate the alien hive. I'll be doing the same sir. Maybe sooner or later, we might run into each other along the way. Out."

Leaning up against the wall, the marine starts to cuss some more as the thoughts of the base being attacked and soon after being lost to these foul monsters that was engineered into existence. "What should we do, sir? We can't do pretty much of anything with our current equipment. I mean with you talking about manholes, that is a keyword to sewers. The only one with a working lamp is Valk, and the one with nightvision is Young. As for Thermal Goggles, you are SOL, sir.",spoke up a marine as he looks back at the commander from his cover. "Well thank you very much for sharing that, Chase. Is there anything else you would like to share with me and the squad?" The marine smiles a grin that only a smart-alec would use, and he responded,"I have four of those torches." Kidd looks at the marine with his brown eyes and responds quite simply,"Bastard."

Now relizing that he and his team has limited supplies to infiltrate the hive, Kidd looks out to towards the desolate city to see if he can spot a manhole in the middle of a street. Not having much luck, the AD leader stood up from his position and informs them that they have to locate a manhole to slip inside the xenomorph complex. "It should be easy to find one if we follow the roads, hoo-rah marines?" said Kidd only to have the signature marine responce said back at him. Now moving from their location and out into the open with many of the outlying buildings still standing, they tread carefully out in the open as they are mostly expecting from a "predator" as they are the only ones who would fight the marines, during the day and at night, in the open.

"Thanks Carmine." Mark gave him a smirk and walked off, heading for the Waffle to grab some chow. He turned around, "I'll bring you something, sit with you for sentry duty."

He kept walking off for the Waffle, keeping his face down and ignoring grumbling Marines who seemed to be talking shit about them over the radio no matter what they did. Mark didn't like Marines. He didn't like them mostly because they hadn't been there when he needed them most when his adopted homeworld was attacked by the Xenos. But he wasn't in the mood for starting a fight with a bunch of trigger happy jarheads, and kept walking up to get some food.

He grabbed a plate for himself, and a plate for Carmine, just to foster some good relationships with his fellow Corporate employees. After he'd grabbed the plates, he walked up to Gene, noticing the DBO guy nearby and listened to what she had to say. He groaned and nodded, walking away from her and handing Carmine a plate of food.

"Here you go man. Eat up. I gotta watch the guy that thought he could sneak up on you." he gave Carmine a wink and set the plate of food down, turning around and heading back. He quickly scarfed down his food and set the tin down on the ground before heading over to the DBO guy like he was ordered, unslinging his pulse rifle from his shoulder and gripping it tight.

He wasn't supposed to trust this guy just yet, and he wouldn't allow himself to.

Carmine was going to tell Mark that he didn't have to do that, but he had already marched off by the time it even clicked in his head. He actually had a grin on his face at the idea of his options. Rule number twenty three: Never pull sentry on an empty stomach. He was making up his own joke rules as he went along, just for a few laughs. And his options were to either accept it, or to delve into the questionable dry rations... The former sounded much more realistic.

When Mark got back, he had already finished his journal entry. He removed the helmet once more and set it down on the ground upside down, a clear grin on his face. That was unusual for Carmine, but fact was, everybody else here was just as bored as he was, with the likely exception of Malus and possibly Gene at the moment, so the idea of real food and somebody to talk to for a few hours was fine by him.

When Mark handed Carmine the plate, he accepted it graciously. "You didn't have to do that, you know, he said, his grin growing wider. "But I got to say, I thank you greatly for it. Option number two was delving into the contents of my rations... And you can never trust those. I may very well owe you my life."

He was joking on the topic of them being deadly, obviously. And he personally could eat anything he wanted to. The ration packs were better than what he had grown accustomed to, but they were still pretty much just the next step up. So, whenever he got the chance to eat something? It tasted better to him than it did to most people. He bit into the food, and seemed to be experiencing delight at it. If he did that in a public place, they'd probably think he was mental.

When Mark mentioned having to go watch the DBO bastard, though, his grin faded a bit, but it was clear as to what thoughts may have been going through his head. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, then swallowed. "If you got to do something to keep the guy in check, just be sure you don't hit 'im in the face. If he's not lying about the acid blood, that could be problematic," he said, using an expression to convey pain. He didn't mean what he was saying in a serious way, it was still a joke. A bitter joke, granted, but still nothing to take too seriously. "Thanks again, man. And good luck. If that guy gets out of hand, radio me. I'll come down with my Rotary and keep it aimed at his head."

When Mark walked away, he had a thought. He used the term "thought he could sneak up on you." So Harrows was playing it as if that didn't happen, too. That made him feel a lot better. He was keeping his eyes to the South, since he was still on Sentry. But now he could feel a lot less crappy about the events that had just happened. So, he continued on with the plate of food he had in front of him, savoring each bite.

It beat the living hell out of being forced to eating rocks, dirt, plants, and other things that need not be named for several years.