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Re: Aliens. Solo campaign play, Ongoing.

Mon 01 Jun 2020, 01:52

Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05

“Boom.” The office door flies open and Turock rushes in backwards stopping it from swinging back into him with his boot, both hands holding the Corporal, the rest of his body is being carried in by Grimm. The Private First Class himself can smell nothing but blood, his nose clogged up with that copper twang so familiar to him, all three of his cloned limbs get goosebumps with the next thought. ‘Unknown Xenomorph?’ Is what the Lance Corporal had said did this to the Corporal, their leader, a vicious hole punched right into and out of his skull.
“Over there.” Turock says gesturing to the smaller of the two desks in the room. Grimm nods, lowering both legs before moving to the table and with one arm slides everything off, papers, files and stacks of foam cups go sprawling everywhere. The pair of marines then place the Corporal's limp body up onto the table and step away. Turock turns as the dog comes in “Panting.” Grimm just looks at it confused knowing he has not seen or heard of any canines on the compound, but more pressing issues are at hand. ‘The Corporal is dead.’ Turock crouches down to meet the animal, greeting it with a scratch of its lice ridden fur and pushes it away when it comes in for a lick. Grimm crosses his arms, spotting the company agent as she enters. ‘Still pale.’ He knew the look on her face all too well. ‘Fear.’ Turock looks at her and so does the dog, all eyes follow her as she avoids the blood trail at her feet. Sarah keeps her head low, vision totally off of the body on the table. ‘Seen enough gore...’ With a single hand held up to her mouth she crosses the room and takes a seat behind the main desk. The company agent is quick to grab the box of cigarettes beside the monitor, she lights one and with each deep inhale and long exhale her mind tries to wrap around ‘What the heck is happening on this planet!’ The two marines and dog turn their heads, the company agent jolts and turns the moment Billy slams into the doorway. “Panting.” Heavier than the dog, the convict rests on the door for a moment before his legs buckle and he slides down and takes a seat, clutching his chest, clearly trying to catch his breath he wipes the sweat from his face with the chest of his overalls. “Yeah… I’m fine…” Billy croaks sarcastically lifting one arm, hand in the air briefly before it falls into his lap. Grimm could see he was ‘Not a threat, for now?’ And the Lance Corporal doesn’t seem worried by his presence at all, but he keeps the YY chromo in his peripherals just in case.

“So….” Grimm says breaking the silence and unfolding his arms. “A Xenomorph?” Addressing the Lance Corporal directly who stands.
“A Xenomorph…” Turock answers, Grimm hated the word, the fancy way of saying ‘Alien shaped thing.’ To him it was the nostalgia of dead teammates and the loss of three limbs, right now the proof of one of these is lying right on the table, the other three, an arm and two legs are attached to him. “That is correct.” Turock says glancing at the body of his commander then over toward Sarah who does not look back, the company agent hasn’t looked over since Billy arrived. The original plan was to pump her for information, but he knew from her reaction upon seeing the Corporal, her screaming, that ‘She knows nothing.’ The woman's head is held in her hands whilst she smokes. “We need a full regroup, right now…” Turock says facing Grimm. “Are Vasquez and Ratzach back yet?”
“That’s a no, you want me to get them on Comms, give them the heads up?”
Turock thinks for a second. ‘Vasquez is going to freak when she finds out about the Boss.’ With a nod “Get an ETA on their return and tell them to be on guard for a Xenomorph, standard tactical procedures to be followed immediately, this is not a drill…” Turock pauses. “You may have to repeat that to her.” ‘Everything is a joke to her at first.’ “And tell them to hustle but don’t mention the Corporal, I’ll tell her.” Turock knew how highly Vasquez thought of Plissken, the cliche father figure she never had and now he is gone, with her sister Janette KIA almost three years ago now. ‘She is not going to take this well.’ Then it hits him, the very fact that both of these people in her life have now perished under exacting circumstances. ‘Xenomorph infestation.’ Turock knew that this will be sure to not only cut at her deeper, but it will leave a gaping, weeping wound, prone to infection. Grimm moves, rounding the main desk he stops in front of Sarah.
“You good chick?” Grimm asks looking down at her.
“I…” Sarah says blowing smoke, she looks up at the marine.
“It’s going to be okay.” Grimm says, lying to her of course before looking over the radios in the pigeon holes behind the desk. “Which one of these is connected to the others. Vasquez and your company guy?”
“Erm…” Sarah says wiping her face. “None… None of them are, I was…” She stops and stares up at him.
“What is it?” Grimm asks
“I was… I was connected to the Corporal.” Having to say his rank brings back the images of his body and the blood that came with it, having followed behind the trail all the way into the office. Grimm looks over at the Lance Corporal who had heard her and in response moves over to the Corporal's side, a quick search of his body. “It’s not here… The Mess Hall?” Turock says, knowing where it is. “Go get the radio, brief the others and grab Elson.” Grimm nods at his orders then turns to Sarah, she almost looks worried for him, he nods trying to look reassuring but his face always shows an ounce of pain, always and he starts to leave the room when the “Roar!” Of a Pulse rifle burst gets all of their attention, everyone thinking the same thing.
‘Not again!’
“Woof, woof, woof.” The dog starts barking and everyone looks at everyone, then Grimm looks at Turock.
“That’s coming from the Infirmary…” Grimm says and with that Turock grabs his SMG with one hand whilst silencing the dog with the other.
“We need to get to him now... You.” Turock says pointing at Billy sitting in the doorway. “Get up your coming with us, and you.” Turock says pointing to the dog. “Stay here and guard the company lady.” He finishes pointing at her.
“Woof.” The dog barks and sits.
“Company lady.” Turock says turning without pointing. “Stay here, lock the door behind us and don’t move until we return.”
“You’re going to just leave me here… With the body? With that thing out there...” Sarah says arms out, cigarette ash falls.
“Trust me mam, you need to stay put.” Turock says, not wanting to tell her what he saw specifically, even if the evidence of what it can do is on full display next to all of them.
“He’s right.” Grimm says. “I know you can handle yourself, so do that from here.” Grimm unholsters his side arm and puts it on the desk. “Safeties off.”
Sarah looks at the pistol, this firearm is more her size than the rifle practised with Grimm earlier and she has used something similar on a company range back in the day. “Thank you.” Sarah says hoping. ‘They are right.’ And that she will be safe here. ‘With a dog.’ And she starts to smoke.
“Lets go, come on get up you right now.” Turock says to Billy as he gets to the doorway without slowing down, he knows how much danger Elson is in right now. ‘And he’s a Rookie.’
“Argh, Hey my arm man! Fuck.” Billy yells as the marine grabs him by that limb and pulls him up to his feet with ease as he passes, Grimm follows walking around the dog, he still looks at the canine confused about its presence before exiting through the doorway, he stops and turns in the hall. “You’ve got this.” Grimm says with a one finger salute, Sarah nods.
‘I’ve got this…’ Sarah repeats it in her head. ‘I’ve got this.’ And Grimm closes the door.
“Knock. Knock.” A two knuckle rap.
“Come lock this.” Grimm calls from the other side of the opaque glass before his distorted silhouette disappears from view and he rushes off down the corridor toward the Infirmary behind Turock and the YY chromo.
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Re: Aliens. Solo campaign play, Ongoing.

Tue 16 Jun 2020, 15:33

Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05

Sarah leans into the chair, now back behind the superintendent's desk, the computer in front of her is still locked, the letter ‘A’ the only thing on screen. The monitor itself serves another purpose however, a barrier, the only thing between her and the view of the corpse on the other table. The dog that arrived with the marine is lying a few feet away from her, its head on its paws, eyes looking up at her, but Sarah has given the canine and its actual presence on Fury little thought, currently stumbling over pretty much every current negative event in her head. Smoking heavily, something she has not stopped doing since meeting the others and returning to the office, keeping the chain smoke going the company agent finishes one cigarette and flicks it before lighting another. The dog’s ears twitch and it lifts its head, turning to face the doorway, something Sarah fails to notice. “Ah…” And she jolts as a result, spinning in the chair when the sound of the door knob being turned hits her ears, then the door itself is bumped from the other side and the dog jumps up to its feet.
“Woof. Woof.” Barking twice and “Growling.” Holding the cigarette between her teeth she reaches for the pistol Grimm had left her. ‘Just in case.’ Heavier than she thought it would be she stands looking over at the door. Behind the thick opaque glass sits the blurry mess of a single silhouette. ‘Someones here?’ Thinking that. ‘It could not be the marines?’ They only just left. ‘Unless they forgot something?’ Spitting the cigarette. “Who is it?” Sarah asks, voice shaky even as she tries to keep it firm.
“Miss Foster?” Her name called as the door knob is tried again and she recognises the voice immediately on the other side. It’s the other company agent on site.
‘Mr Black.’ A shred of relief with the thought of his return. ‘Maybe together we can make sense of this.’ Putting the pistol down she rushes across the room, the dog follows behind her as she arrives, unlocks and opens the door to meet the man standing slightly out of breath, face blank, not the usual smile behind the generic company glasses he always wears, which are also missing from the usual picture.
“Did you see the others out there?” Sarah asks thinking. ‘Maybe they had passed one another.’
“Nope.” Mr Black says as he enters and loosens his tie, one step into the room and he pauses spotting the body and then the dog blocking his way, it just stands there looking back up at him and he raises an eyebrow. The animal’s head falls low and it “Whines.” Backing up, heckles slightly raised.
“It’s okay…” Sarah says pointing at herself. “He’s with us.” Pointing at him then back to herself but the dog does not listen and continues to back away slowly. Eyeing the animal briefly and remembering that he had in fact heard barking in the ventilation network with the marines, taking another step forward he stops completely, the tie in each hand almost undone, eyes returning to the corpse lying there, both settle over the Corporal’s body on the table. “Oh…” Mr Black says but his face does not change as he looks down at the blood trail on the floor, the one that led all the way here and had begun back at the Hexo-Junction, he finishes removing his tie and begins to fold it.
“Oh?” Sarah slams the door and locks it quick, turning with the look of... ‘Is that it?’ All over her face. “He’s dead… The Corporal is dead.” She continues with one hand held out toward the body without looking that way. “A Xenomorph did this.” Even saying it isn’t helping with the fact. ‘A Xenomorph?’ Putting her head in her hands for a moment and Mr Black finishes folding his tie. The man says nothing, instead he moves, passing around the dog and crossing the room, tie folded neatly in one hand until he gets to the main desk and takes a seat, pulling up close to the computer, tossing his tie aside.
“Miss Foster.” Mr Black says and the hairs on the back of her neck dance. “Just give me a moment.” His tone cold, emotionless, almost like the working Joe's and then he begins to type on the keyboard of the computer as if he had full access and then he starts to read something on the screen, she could tell because he leans forward and squints at the computer monitor, a quirk she has noticed since working with him but only with the older displays.
“How did you?” Sarah asks and starts to cross the room.
“I’m going to have to ask you to stop...” Mr black says without looking and she does. “Yeah, right about there.”
“What is it?” Sarah asks, afraid of any possibility.
“Eyes only. Above your clearance. The proverbial... Classified Information.” Mr Black says all this again without taking a single eye of the screen in front of him, just casually reading whatever this information is on display. Sarah, lost for words, does not know what to say.

(Sorry its late and so short, its my birthday today so been busy for once, got a few new Rpg books too so my brain is scattered across multiple in game universes, but I'm sure it will settle and I'll get back on track as normal at some point. Thank you for reading, hope everyone is safe and sound.)
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Re: Aliens. Solo campaign play, Ongoing.

Wed 01 Jul 2020, 01:42

Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05

Boots. “Thumping” on metal grates is the only sound in the compound right now, heavy drum beat echoes thrown ahead and behind. Grimm sprints down the corridor at top speed, slipping past another synthetic in his way as he continues annoyed by the constant incoming hurdles, the marines and the convict have been forced to get around all of the working Joe’s, synths that fill each and every hallway in the facility, now an obstacle course of synthetics standing there frozen in place, LED eyes glowing red, tools still in hand and inactive. ‘Wasted time.’ Having to move around them, Grimm is ahead of the other’s though, he himself having passed the halfway mark with the other two men lagging behind him by about that. Their pace ignored, flashes of the young marines face are followed by the thoughts of what a Xenomorph will do to it. ‘Shred it to pieces.’ Is one of many possibilities, especially one capable of killing a veteran like Plissken. Grimm knows better than anyone that the current situation he is in, is. ‘Not good… Kids got no chance.’ The marine twists as he moves between two more working Joe's, one of their tools “Scraping” his armoured chest plate before he has to leap over some large, very thick, metal encased tubes. All three of his cloned limbs are starting to get that stiff feeling, the weight off his own body, his armour, weapons and kit, all of it feels like it’s resting on both of his legs, that creeping nag of addiction calls, irritated by the thoughts of the. ‘Horror…’ Killing his marines all over again. With that notion in mind, Grimm picks up the pace, ignoring the limbs that he knows are not his own, he can feel it in their bones, artificially grown in some vat, the very fact that he is not as quick as he used to be simply adds to the weight of it.

Turock further down the hall is having to forcibly drag the YY Chromo Billy along behind him, this is the only thing slowing the fastest marine in the entire squad down, and it is ‘vexing’ him to no end. Still holding onto the YY, the convict's body slams into the wall on one side of the hall. “Just stop…” Turock says, yanking him again and he pulls back slamming into the other wall, this time landing in the middle of two of the inert synthetics still doing nothing.
“Alright.. Get.. off me…” Billy meekly claws at the marines iron tight fist gripping the scruff of his overalls with just that one hand. “I can... walk myself.” He spits pushing off of the working Joe’s either side but Turock holds him in place for a moment and stares at him.
“Then do it, now... This is not a joke.” Turock says, the marine moving the YY ahead of himself. “Come on.” And Billy begins to trudge along the corridor in front, one hand under his overalls, clutching the flesh of his chest, the same pain as before that has followed him since the ducts is pulsing, a pinch of agony, an acid re-flux from hell. “Pick up the pace.” Turock says, giving him a nudge and it makes that sensation simmering inside his torso so much worse.
“Ah!” Billy cries but the marine ignores it, not wanting to leave the convict in the vicinity of the company agent, which is the only reason he is being forced to tag along. Turock, having witnessed first hand what this thing can do, is already preparing for the possible blood bath up ahead. “Move.” Turock says trying to get him to go faster, pushing Billy from behind some more.
“..Fuc..” Billy barely says as Turocks hand comes down to rest on his shoulder, he then pushes him forward. “Hey sh…” Until the pair are moving along almost up to a light jog. “What’s?…” Billy is shoved again shutting him up and picking up the pace a little more, now Turock felt like he was covering some ground, getting closer to the young marine, what is worrying him the most is that they have not heard any more gunshots, a single shot is the exact number the Corporal managed to take before. ‘That thing!’ Punched a hole in his skull, killing him instantly, the man dead before he hit the floor, even the shots Turock got off were completely wasted, a rage burst of Submachine gunfire that hit nothing but pipework, he had to watch as the Xenomorph that killed the Corporal slipped away, all but unharmed.
‘Only if I… No!’ Turock slams the regret into nothing, he knew there was no time for it right now.
“It’s hard to breathe…” Billy croaks.
“Keep moving.” Turock replies, the convicts welfare the last thing on his mind outside of him or anyone else being killed by a Xenomorph threat, with his hand still on his shoulder Turock pushes, forcing him forward, noting the YY is particularly out of breath, sweating a lot and they have not really been running that long.

Grimm passes through a patch of darkness along the hall, one of the bulbs on the wall is out and his mind dips into the nightmares he thought he knew he was about to run into because of it. Nightmares he has had to run into before, scars both inside and out because of it. ‘So much blood…’ The faint echo of “Screaming” In both ears and he is a little unsure as to whether it is in his head, or coming from somewhere up ahead and neither, is a good thing. Moving round a group of Joe’s, the work crew surrounding whatever it is they were working on before going offline, passing the bunch on his right he has to tuck into the wall to get by the last of them before breaking back into a run, then sprint. Up ahead Grimm spots the right hand turn, the one that leads to the Infirmary where Elson is, and the gunshot came from. With just a couple of synths in the middle of the corridor Grimm has to dodge around them quickly to get back on track, as always he easily passes them by, then it’s just a few more yards ahead. Someone steps out in front and it is not Elson, forcing him to slide to a stop, recognising the YY, William Allen, the one he and Elson had detained earlier, then his thoughts shift to the things this convict could have done to the kid. There is a pause, William turns and locks eyes with the marine, Grimm reaches for the Pulse Rifle slung behind him, bringing it up and on target before the YY can move. ‘Centre mass.’ “HANDS! LEMME SEE THOSE HANDS” Grimm screams and the YY almost cart wheels over himself, arms up, hands flailing about as if either palm could stop a single bullet, face in total shock.
“DON'T YOU MOVE, DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE!” Grimm screams some more, William at this point has backed up completely against the wall.
“Hey… Wait… Wo..” William tries to say whilst looking off to his left as if for help. Then Elson bursts out into the open, arms out as he puts himself between Grimm's aim and the YY's body behind, being taller the convict has to duck down, even then his bald head still pokes out.
“No… No we’re good here.” The Rookie says waving his arms in protest. “He’s good.”

Grimm lowers his weapon, very much relieved to see the young marine unharmed, not so much the YY, but neither emotion shows on his face at all. Elson however had the look of ‘Thank fuck.’ With a heavy serving of ‘Fear’ Splashed across his young face, not just his but Williams too, poking up and out from behind the Rookie, equally as terrified, a hardened criminal shaken and panicked by something they have both obviously seen.
“...Sir…” The Rookie nods.
“You good.” Grimm asks, raising his hand with his typical two finger, half assed salute.
“Er... I think so?” The Rookie replies, voice flaky, not the usual confident little soldier he always appears to be.
“HE’S OKAY.” Grimm shouts back the other way, tossing his words further down the corridor behind him, looking over his shoulder he can see Turock and the other convict now catching up, the Lance Corporal raises his arm letting him know that he heard him. “Sitrep?” Grimm asks.
“Erm…” The Rookie pauses, clearly trying to figure out how he is going to word whatever it is that he wants to say. “You're not going to believe this…” He continues looking back at William who “Coughs.”
“Try me.” Grimm says, knowing there is not much that he could possibly say that would shock him, experience with Xenomorphs grants the silent few that survive a certain sort of clarity in that regard. The Rookies arm comes up, finger pointing down the corridor and toward the Infirmary.
“It… It came right at me.” The young marine looks at the floor, the hand that was outstretched he pulls close, acting the part of whatever attacked him. “He saw it.” Elson points at William with his other hand who nods stepping out from behind him.
“Elson…” “Click” Grimm snaps his fingers under the Rookies face and draws his gaze up and off the floor. “Where is it now?” The million dollar question.
“How did you…”
“Where. Is. It. Now?” Grimm asks again and for the first time his tone shifts into something the Rookie has not heard before, not since meeting him or working with him, a cold and raspy tone with no emotion.
“Dead.” The Rookie says.
‘Wait.’ “What?” Grimm says his voice snapped back to normal.
“It’s dead… I killed it, whatever it was.” The Rookie says.
“Was a hell of a shot too.” Williams' voice echoes from behind the young marine but Grimm pays him no mind, instead he is a little shocked that the Rookie is telling him.
“The Xenomorph is dead.”
“Really? Is that what it was….” Both hands come up, fingers pointing down. “Here? I don’t remember that in the briefing... And I read all of the company data.” The Rookie replies.
“That’s because it wasn’t in the briefing.” Grimm says turning back as the foot falls of Turock and the other convict gets closer.
“Well it’s dead.” The Rookie tells him again and it still doesn’t sit right with Grimm at all.
‘Too easy.’ Is all he can think. ‘Deja vu.’ With his own past. “Show me.” Grimm says.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” Billy shouts and Grimm turns back around a little confused.
“Is that?” William leans down. “Billy, you rat fuck… How is he still alive, I saw one of those things.” William says, he himself now pointing toward the infirmary. “Was on his face when I saw him last.” The YY’s words add more to the pile of confusion in Grimm's head, knowing already that if what killed the Corporal was on the convicts face behind him, there would not be much of it left.
‘And that’s also what just attacked them in the Infirmary?’ “Somethings not right.” Grimm says but his words are overshadowed.
“Cough.” “YOU LEFT ME TO DIE!” Billy screams, Grimm is slammed, shoved aside as Billy charges past him going for William.
“Come On!” The other YY taunts.
“I guess we’re doing this now.” Grimm says as he reaches for Billy.
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