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Re: Aliens. Solo campaign play, Ongoing.

Thu 30 Apr 2020, 07:09

Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05

Mr Black leads from the front, his entire face lit up, glasses gleaming from the P-DATs screen. “We are getting close to the Hexo-Junction.”
“Finally…. We’ve been in these tunnels and up in them ducts for way too long. The Corporal is gonna hit one of us right in the head.” Vasquez says turning a little toward her partner while they walk, she is a little distracted by the gunshot she ‘Definitely’ heard and the fact no one else heard it added frustration to her mix of emotions. The Company agent is able to still hear the very clear frustration in her voice, like the woman behind him is growling with every word.
“Yeah I could have done a better job.” The YY chromo Eight says from the back of the pack, Vasquez stops immediately hearing him. “Puta! Ma..” Actually growling, gripping the handles of her Smartgun tight she goes to turn and a slab of muscley meat greets her. Ratzach's large arm and palm are both bigger than her small back, gently one lands there and pushes her forward, boots “Scraping…...” Before she says “Alright.” And continues walking on her own. “Just keep him away from me.” The large marine smiles and waits for her to get a few paces ahead, then positions himself between the convict and his partner before following along. With a yellow toothed grin, Eight is amused at how easy the ‘Bitch’ is to wind up and continues to follow them all with a twisted lewd expression splashed across his face, cruelty sitting in both eyes. Vasquez tries not to think about ‘Detaching’ her heavy weapon from it’s articulated arm. ‘Turning around and…..’ You get the picture, she wants to ‘Punch him in the throat!’ The marine looking down mind lost in frustration she almost walks right into the back of Mr Black, he has stopped and so does she, moving to his side to get a better look at what they are both now looking at. A “Pile of debris...” Vasquez says looking up, a large hole where the rubble used to be and she looks back down and frowns at the pile in the path.

“Yeah.” Mr Black says looking at the P-DAT then at her. “We came through this way, this wasn’t here.”
“How unstable is it up there? That could have been me, you or the big guy.” Vasquez says, turning to her partner who arrives. “Especially the big guy.” ‘Because of his size!’ And her typical smirk turns into another frown.
“Woah!” Eight pops in and Vasquez closes her eyes every time he speaks. “Nice mess, glad I ain't gotta clean that up.” Then he “Gargles.” “Gonna need some Joe's.” Eight says before disgustingly phlegming on the pile in front.
“Oh. My. God.” As she speaks Ratzach has already moved her out of reach.
“Let’s keep moving.” The large marine booms as he slides Vasquez to the other side of the company agent.
“Yes of course.” Mr Black replies looking up from the display. “It’s the next left up ahead.” This time he points and Ratzach gets Vasquez moving first, up and over the pile of rubble disturbing the mess, chunks and lumps start to fall, rolling down the mound and “Slamming” into the ground. Vasquez struggles to keep her balance over the jumble of it all and a pipe rolls out from under her, Ratzach catches her before she falls back into everyone else, the man single handedly preventing a domino effect.
“Thanks.” She looks up, her partner towering over her and she smiles before moving up and over the rubble completely, joined shortly and noisily by the others of the group accompanied by more “Clutter” and “Clatter.” Bits of metal grate, pipes and debris which follows them down.

Vasquez waits for the company agent to take the lead which he does, before taking more than a few steps though a high pitched “RING!” Pierces the ambience of everything else and does not stop, enough so that Vasqauez is forced to let go of her Smartgun with one hand, half of the weight taken by the chest rig as she plugs one ear. ‘What the?’ Is all she thinks and is what everyone else is thinking but only Mr Black reacts, the sound coming from him, from his wrist, his watch, nondescript, silver, unremarkable other than the sound it is making. Raising it to his face with a tap the sound stops, then without word the man clearly begins to read ‘Something? On a tiny display.
“Whats up?” Vasqeuz has to ask but he does not reply, Mr Black just keeps on reading the watch. “Rude.” Vasquez says folding her arms and Ratzach again is there to make sure she doesn’t topple over, all so that she can show minor disdain over being ignored. Mr Black eventually stops, lowers the watch and turns, it is his face that has her concerned, his smile is gone, different to earlier when they found the body, even then he had a niceness to them but now they are cold, similar to the new marine Grimm on their team and it makes her shiver. “Whats up? You're making me paranoid.” Vasquez asks and all the company agent does is take off his glasses and pass the P-DAT over to Ratzach before calmly addressing her. “Make a left, follow that and you will be back at the Hexo-Junction, you can get back from there” Mr black says, he was not asking and like that he turns and moves like a panther, a burst of speed she wouldn’t of thought possible for the man and like that he is gone, running off into the darkness of the corridor beyond the marines own HI-Beams, leaving Vasquez blank, mouth a little open, she turns to her partner Ratzach holding the P-DAT.
“What in ten fucks just happened?” Vasquez asks beyond ‘Confused!’ “Please tell me?” She asks and her arms uncrossed out wide asking ‘What just happened.’ Sprinting through black, a pair of company shoes “Clip” “Clop” Like a horses, Mr Black swiftly making his way to his new, very active objective, his true objective and primary reason for being here should such a thing of occured, and now it has. ‘Special Order-940.’
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Re: Aliens. Solo campaign play, Ongoing.

Sat 02 May 2020, 21:58

Don't know if anyone has noticed, but one of the eggs is missing from the mini hive, the alien has moved it, but to where? Above what room with what characters in it? Does anyone wanna decide for the coming weeks episodes and I'll write it up. Thanks for reading guys.
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Mon 04 May 2020, 23:38

Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05

“Do you think you should go and check it out?” Sarah asks, now away from the computer and leaning on the large desk, ignoring the ashtrays she flicks ash on the floor around her.
“Corporal told me to stay put, so that's what I ‘Should.” Grimm air quotes. “Be doing, until he or the Lance Corporal says otherwise.” The marine finishes with a shrug knowing that. ‘Even if I want too.’
“But a gunshot?” Sarah asks, wondering. ‘Why the shooting?’
“Maybe the others found a suspect that didn’t want to come along quietly, unlike ours.” Grimm says his best guess and she remembers the moment the two marines captured the YY up in the ducts, the con running right into the group.
‘William Allen.’ Sarah knew his name, having brought up his file with his Spectro-Graph’s ID number after going through the data. “Starting to look like he may have been telling the truth?” Sarah says pretty much thinking it at this point. ‘He is telling the truth.’
“Perhaps.” Grimm’s face doesn’t change.
“All of his Spectro-Graphic data corroborates what he was saying?” Sarah continues.
“Still, he killed a man, the body we found up there was because of him he said it himself.”
“In self defence?…” Sarah replies and there is a pause.
“Meh, you're the expert, I just work here lady.” Said in the only way it could ever come across. ‘Sarcastically.’
“Help!” Sarah jolts forward, away from the desk, cigarette rolling from her fingertips and hitting the floor. Grimm does not react like that, instead he turns cocking his head over to the doorway, then back at the company agent.
“Now that? I should probably go check out.” And the marine starts to move. ‘Doesn’t sound like any of the marines.’ That much he knew.
“No wait…” Sarah blurts.
“What?” Grimm says, stops and turns back. “A minute ago you were all for me leaving to check out a gunshot.”
“I was asking if you should, not telling you to go.” Sarah says and Grimm looks at her.
“What?” Both of his arms out asking ‘Why?’ The reply he gets back is not from her.
“H..H. HELP!” Another terrified cry from outside the office and down the hall.
“Fine... Come with me.” Grimm says, shaking his head ‘Probably a bad idea.’ But he can see she is ‘Freaked.’ “Stay on my six and close.” Grimm says and moves toward the door, Sarah follows. “That means behind me. “ He says tapping over his shoulder and she catches up. The two leave the office at a steady pace entering the silent corridor. “These things are still broken then?” Grimm says nodding toward the first group of working Joe's they pass, all of them frozen on the spot, rubber statues loaded with work tools and heavy equipment.
“I won’t know what is going on with them until I take a look at the Central Control Cores.”
“Yeah, yeah the AI thingys.”
“Exactly.” Sarah says, staring at the next lot of synthetics, all of them motionless, tools and equipment still in hand, LED eyes blank, dull and as lifeless as their rubber features, she wants to touch one.
“First things first.” Grimm says.
“HHELP!” Screamed again keeps her from touching and Sarah moves closer to the marine having slowed for a second to look.
“Coming from the right... The Hexo-Junction.” Grimm says double pointing that way and looking back. “It’s close too.” Turning away and picking up the pace, the company agent follows having to hop, skip and practically jump over some of the cables and caches of equipment that belong to the synths. Grimm without looking down seemingly glides over it all, gripping his weapon as the turn comes up, tighter as he can hear ‘Running?’ Reaching the corners edge the marine stops without looking.
“What?” Sarah whispers behind him but Grimm does not reply, instead silently answering her by grabbing his motion tracker ‘When ya got em.’ Switching it on. ‘Mute.’ Looking down he sees four blips coming right at them. ‘Two unknown?’ And. ‘Two friendlies.’ Slinging the device he grabs his pulse rifle and turns the corner, both friendly tags belonging to each of the Corporals and Sarah follows, it is not long before she starts screaming. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
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Mon 04 May 2020, 23:39

Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05

Even with the weight of the Corporal over his shoulders,Turock and the dog had caught up to the convict Billy, even with his head start, both of them keep pace behind him. The marine does not want to acknowledge it, but while running with his allies body it has ‘definitely’ shed a few pounds, not enough to help with the overall weight he is carrying but enough that he noticed and it messes with his head. The mess of cranial matter and blood that has drooled down his back, he felt some of it, a constant, lumpy crimson trail behind them, and all of it is leaking from the single puncture wound to the Corporal's skull. Turock had only been able to tell the YY to ‘Keep moving.’ When he first caught up, after seeing the dog the guy picked up the pace anyway, but even then only a little bit. The exertion of carrying a corpse, fireman's style, total dead weight minus the ignored pounds and in full M3 tactical armour has made it hard to speak about anything else, not that he could right now, going over everything that has happened. ‘The Corporal is dead. Unknown Xenomorph? A Dog and dead YYs, all in a day and however long has gone from this one?’ None of it adds up in his head at all and he needs answers. ‘A company agent?’ Thinking either one of them will know something and he is going to do more than ask if he has to. There are two things the marine has already settled on since the encounter way back at the Hexo-Junction. ‘Revenge!’ Hunting down and killing that thing and ‘Accountability?’ Who is responsible. ‘For this utter shit storm.’ Because it’s certainly not the ‘USCMC fault.’ The marine’s mind drifts back to the ‘Xeno?’ Showed up out of ‘Nowhere?’ And for ‘What reason?’ Flashes of the bio mechanical horror that attacked them and how it attacked them, him. ‘So fast. Lethal.’ The creature moved with an ‘impossible grace.’ He had not seen before in any predatory species, and if it wasn’t for the current loss, Turock could probably respect it in some way, in a hunters perspective lost to most. But the half Kiowa is way past that, this thing has killed his friend and unit leader, something that has shocked even him and that worries him the most. ‘Nothing worried the Corporal... and he is dead.’ Flashes of his comrades' final moment etched into his skull much like the Corporals and it being ‘blown out.’
“Help!” Billy screams.
‘You’re wasting your time…. We are the help.’ Turock thought without saying a word, not that he would waste the breath he has, every muscle starting to burn, lactic acid creeping as he runs.
“H..H. HELP!” Billy cries, this time louder, even though he shows clear signs of exhaustion, short of breath at times.
‘Pale too.’ The man awkwardly running with both hands zip tied behind his back.
“HHELP!” Again Billy screams, voice husky and worn, looking past him Turock could see that they were finally back at the compound, with only a left up ahead and a short jog to the ‘Office. A full regroup and right now.’ Is his next line of thinking, pulling up beside the frightened convict, at the corner’s edge up ahead the tip of something pokes out.’Someone? Something!’ Is waiting round the corner and Turock stops as he fumbles for his SMG, and for the first time on Fury, it feels heavy. Barely aiming it forward as two figures burst round the corner. ‘Grimm and the Company agent.’ The marine drops his weapon and moves toward the YY who has dropped to the floor “panting” For breath, then the con “Vomits!” Loudly and Turock passes the man folded over still “Spewing” his guts, unnoticed by the others is the blood coming from Billy’s nose, all of the others are distracted by the body, then the company agent starts to scream. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
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Mon 11 May 2020, 22:01

Hey guys, will have more soon, a lil behind with things working on other bits or what have you, if there are people who follow this, still need a location for where the runner has deposited the last live egg? Above whose room, what character? anyone anywhere? Any one of you? Thank you anyways and I hope everyone is safe and sound.
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Wed 13 May 2020, 23:05

Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05

Covered in sweat and viscous slime. “Gagging” In the super hot air of the chamber, the YY chromo cocooned to a wall and in ‘A Fucking Hive?’ At least that is what he has heard the synthetics call it, without the expletive of course, where they are and what he is encased in too. ‘A heat vent chamber!’ Which he knew was in the ducts And some kind of ‘Secreted Resin?’ The substance solidified around him tight. The working Joe's and their red LED eyes, each a crimson streak when they move into the dark and out of reach of the single beam of light to the right, the only source of which coming from the convicts head mounted torch. They have done nothing to help him, they have continued to investigate the entire chamber whilst chattering lightly amongst themselves about said chamber, like the whole thing is ‘normal?’ Sometimes they pause, turn to look at him, emotionless rubber faces, they all stare before turning back and continuing to talk. ‘Empty Ovomorphs?’ Realising they had been referring to the two empty leathery objects after a while. Apparently there's a ‘Dead dog?’ Out there in the passage too. An ‘XX121? Stage four spawning?’ The YY convict having know idea what any of the information could possibly mean or ‘What the fuck is going on!’ At all, but the dog is ‘Dead.’ So he knows it's nothing good. ‘Active cycles and a Special Order 940 Active.’ All things they have blurted out, none of it helping his situation or how he is feeling. ‘Not good…’ The Joe's stop talking and separate, one does not move and turns to face the con, the others continue to look around as this one moves towards the convict.

“Finally... “ The YY mutters, ‘It’s going to help.’ Bubbly almost, tiny dots of air flutter around in his stomach and rise with the notion, the Joe arrives stopping in front of him and stands there looking at him. The convict breathes and his breastplate shifts then “Crackles” with each lung expanding, pushing at softened bone followed by the exhale and his chest sinks in with it, the drum of his heartbeat pounding at his chin. The Joe does not move. ‘It's not helping?’ A growing lump of roiling acid seeps into his chest, between the ‘Rage.’ And ‘Hopelessness.’ Long festered, some of it streaks up the back of his throat, a violent twang sitting on his tongue, it builds and builds slowly rising to its peak, forced to hold it. ‘The Pain!’ Holding his breath, holding it back until the agony subsides and it does.
“Something Is Wrong?” The Joes says.
“Your… Fucking right.. Ther…” The YY breathes through it and it hurts more.
“Accelerated Life Cycle.” One of the Joe's standing out of view says, the monotone words falling out of the black.
‘What?’ The con lost for words.
“Correct. Why?” One of the Joe's says.
“The Heat? Possible Factor?” Coming from another synthetic, it’s voice is identical to the last.
“Need Samples.” The Joe in front of the con says and the convict looks at him up and down.
“What... The fuck?” His eyes sting as sweat and slime slide into them both, with him able to do nothing, other than barely shake his head.
‘Help me…’ The sensation within him shifts. “H… Help Me..” The con dribbles the words, then throws his head back. “ARGH!” Body violently spasming in the cocoon. ‘PAIN!’ The resin surrounding him “Crackles!” Splintering, dripping more slime as he rattles around inside, head “Thump.” “Thump!” “Thumping!” Constantly back, harder each time, mind numbing blows that do nothing for the sensation in his chest.
“Birthing Imminent.” The Joe standing in front of him says, monotone and expressionless. Lost in the throes of suffering the YYs heart “Beats.” Then another beside it “Thuds!” A “Crunch.” Echoes in his skull up from his chest below. ‘Somethings inside!’ He can feel it now.
“Kill ME!” The con screams, throwing himself back with the next “Thud! Crunch!” A jackhammer within, winding up and ripping past his heart violently “Thud!” Colliding with bone “Crunch!” And blowing through it, resin and rib cage explode out, red splashing the synthetic in front and something “Shrieks.” the con blinks as darkness takes him, eyes settle on the working Joe, pale, bald head painted crimson. ‘Redheads… Those fucking bitches.’ The criminal dying without his revenge on either woman who ruined him back in the day and his head slumps. In the bloody hole in his chest sits a writhing jaundiced snake-like appendage, the creature's jaw opens, metallic canines part slime as it continues to “Shriek!” Then “Snarls.” And the monster bolts, shooting out of its host in a trail of entrails and claret, landing between the motionless Joe and slithering off into the darkness before any of them can move.

Sorry its so short, and I’m not sure whether it’s any good, been a bit down as of late, tends to shift my perspective in odd ways, scales go crazy and I struggle to enjoy much, but I always try to sit down with it once a week, may go over it at some point, I write these and play them out as I go, no prep, no nothing, some continuity errors galore because of that, but that’s another thing all together, need to be in my little zone and when I’m off like this my zone is also. Anyways me rambling, sorry, enjoy, thank you for reading and hope everyone is safe and sound.
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Re: Aliens. Solo campaign play, Ongoing.

Fri 15 May 2020, 19:42

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Re: Aliens. Solo campaign play, Ongoing.

Fri 15 May 2020, 21:48

how are you simulating the GM?
I do it all myself, using the mechanics of the game to dictate the outcomes of actions and getting the characters to act accordingly, based on the situation they are in, using there personalities, motives and agendas as best I can. I usually sit down for a few hours a week and just act as the characters would, literally playing and writing as I go, the only prep is everything that came before, takes a little getting used to. I tend to have a lot of fun with it in between the massively long gaps of my groups other play sessions. You can use it to test mechanics, characters anything, start small, mini situations, short stories essentially. I think of it like my own Aliens series with episodes once a week. Hope that helps.

There are some 'Solo' Aids. https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/20 ... r-Emulator And many other things like it, have a look around that site and good luck, happy gaming and welcome to the wonderful world of Rpgs/tabletop gaming.
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Tue 19 May 2020, 03:02

Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05

Nik Elson, the Rookie, squints ‘Confused?’ For the first time standing guard outside the infirmary he is not to attention, his focus elsewhere. On the Joe’s and the fact that they have all ‘Stopped working?’ Literally. Every single one in view, synths stretching all the way down the corridor and each of them is inert, frozen on the spot, Joe’s whom only a few moments ago were a buzz of activity and blaring sound. The absence of which leaves only the ambience of the compound around the marine now, without the varied and numerous power tools and equipment to obscure every pipe “Rattle” and or “Burst” Of steam.
‘Maybe they are taking a break?’ Is his only line of thought until he hits the next one and the brick wall of confusion behind it. ‘Do working Joe's even rest?’ Being synthetics and all. It is going on two weeks and the constants on Fury, to the Rookie at least have always been the ‘Lice.’ ‘Joe's’ And ‘Noise.’ The sound made by a swarm of synthetics doing their jobs throughout the compound.
“Huh?” The Rookie mutters staring at them, leaning into it a little, thinking it. ‘Weird.’
“Bleep.” The audible warning sounds from the motion tracker at his hip and he shifts his rifle to the other to reach it, and wonders, only now. ‘How long has it been doing that?’ Distracted by the Joe's at first, the Rookie looks down at the display expecting the usual, a single blip. ‘Check.’ And it is moving away at a rapid pace, almost out of range. ‘Uh oh!’
“Bleep.”
‘He’s making a break for it.’ Without thinking further than that the marine drops the motion tracker at his side and “Boom.” Charges through the door at top speed, rushing into the infirmary. “This isn’t happening.” The Rookie panics. ‘Suspect escaping on my watch!’ He slides to a stop looking up at the closest and very open access hatch, which among many leads up into the ventilation systems above and is the only other way out besides the door he just came through, both hands come up to either side of his helmet. “Wait I can?”
“Bleep.”
‘Aaaaand Grimm has the radio…’ The realisation. “Aww man...” The Rookie curses and turns to leave and stops. “Wait, what?” Locking eyes with the YY chromo William Allen, still ‘There.’ Still ‘Zip tied.’ And ‘Still sat in the corner of the room.’ Right where the Rookie left him last.

“You all good?” William asks with a shrug of both shoulders, the convict himself looking as confused as the marine, having just watched him enter and start ranting and raving.
“Bleep.”
“...Yeah.. You're supposed to be?” The Rookie says pointing up a little in the direction he thought he was.
“Here.” William replies before the marine can say more, he does not, instead he reaches for the motion tracker and looks at the display.
‘Nothing.’ Other than his own tag, the other ‘Blip?’ Is gone, out of range. ‘Blip?’ “Stupid.” The Rookie mutters to himself. “Stand up a sec.” And he turns to the con in the corner.
“Why?”
“Fine, just move.” The Rookie says, wanting to test the theory he is now sure of.
“Right.” William says and looks at him weird, he stretches out both of his lanky legs so he can use his feet to shimmy his bony ass along the tiled floor.
“Bleep.” The audible sound of the YY’s tag as he moves. “Your good.” The Rookie says one hand up. ‘Tag. Not blip.’ The marine remembering that he has had the prisoner tagged on the device the whole time, and that the blip that sounded was just that, a blip, belonging to someone else entirely and not the tag attached to the convict who simply was not moving.
“Did you think I had done a runner.” William says clocking on, the amusement is evident in his voice.
“I did actually.” The Rookie replies with a sigh of relief, not caring what the convict thought of him. Happy he does not have to go running back to the Corporals and Grimm with the bad news of having had a prisoner escape, on top of that it would give all of them the ‘Rookie’ validation Nik did not want at all.
“Someone was moving around up there.” William says.
“I know.” The Rookie replies raising the motion tracker. “I’ve got this remember.”
“It was hard to hear at first? Then things went silent outside and I was sure of it.” William pauses as if he is about to give some great revelation. “Someone was up them ducts.” William says looking up at the ceiling.
“So?” The Rookie looks at him, putting the tracker down and moving into the room closer to the con.

“Loads of you YY’s are working up there…. Whoa!” The Rookies vision jerks sharply as he slips, stumbles and only just catches himself on the wall preventing a fall.
“Was just about to tell you about that.” William says, the Rookie looks down, he can see it now, a puddle of ‘Slime.’
“What... Is that?” The Rookie asks lifting his boot, the substance stretches up with it still attached as he takes a look. “Gross.” Scraping his boot against the wall like its excrement.
“I don’t know. Started coming down not long after whoever was up in the ducts arrived.” William says.
“Some sort of leak?” The Rookie squints and moves toward the puddle then flinches, taking a step back he avoids a globule falling from above, then more starts to slime down right in front of him joining the rest with tiny. “Plops”
“Looks like it, I heard them messing around up there whatever they were doing.” William says, watching as a strand of the viscous substance stretches.
“Doesn’t look like it’s stopping.” The Rookie replies crouching in front of the puddle of ‘Slime? Bile?’ Noting that it definitely is not ‘Water?’
“Get one of them Joe's to come in here and have a look at it.” William says and the words remind the marine of the synthetics outside and the fact they are frozen on the spot.
“That might be a problem.” The Rookie says standing and looking up at the ceiling, the source of the leak is there above them coming through one of the grated panels.
“All them working Joe's and not a single plumber?” William asks with a laugh. “It’s only up there, it’ll take a few minutes tops.
“None of them are moving.” The Rookie replies looking away from the ceiling and to the con.
“What do you mean.”
“I mean not moving, standing still, doing nothing. Not even their eyes are lit” The Rookie taps a single finger under a single eye. “I think they are offline”

“Oh… well I used to do some plumbing in my day, I could always take a l….” William stops talking when he realises that he has no chance, the Rookies young face simple reading.
‘No’ “Ain’t going to happen.” The young marine scoffs. “I’m going to have to take a look.’ Unlike everywhere else in the compound the ceiling in here is relatively low and wouldn’t take much at all to jump up and reach if he had a boost. Looking at the YY. ‘No.’ Shaking his head with the notion of asking him for help. ‘Ah!’ The Marine leaves that section of the room past the plastic curtains and looks around. ‘There.’ A table, one he knew he had seen already. ‘Simple.’ “SSSSSCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRR!” Four giant nails on a chalkboard as the Rookie moves the table.
“Argh.” William jams his ear into his shoulder and switches between them, with his hands zip tied this is the only respite he can offer them from the sound. “Shit man.” The YY’s words drowned out by the last of the.
“SSSSSCCCCCRRRRR!”
“Ahhh.” William moans again.
The marine, having moved the table into position, next to the puddle of slime, underneath the ceilings grated panels, looks up and notices this one is solid and he will have to pop it up and move it aside. The Rookie slings his rifle, tightens straps and takes off his helmet before clambering onto the table. Holding both sides to get his balance he stands up but not fully, crouched slightly, head tilted forced down by the now low ceiling, helmet rocking at his feet with every movement he makes.
‘Right.’ Both hands come up to the panel, palms flat and it offers more resistance than he first expected and he strains against it, it does not budge.
“You need some help.” William says looking up at him, the Rookie ignores it and doesn’t even look at him, using his head and legs he pushes up, this time using more of his arm. The panel gives a “Thud.” Popping up slightly he moves it aside, hand over hand until it’s gone and out of the way to the left. ‘Darkness.’ Pure black greets him as he stands up completely, head slowly raised into the ducts. Those sounds of “Rattling” pipes and “Bursts” Of steam are louder now and the smells too. Switching on his shoulder mounted HI-Beam, the light shatters the black and the Rookie jolts back. “What the?” About an arms length away sits a tall, brownish, blackish leathery object, covered in slime and the source of the puddle below, he watches more of the substance slide down and around its slick surface.
“What is it?” William asks from below.
“I….. Er...” ‘No god damn idea?’ Leaning forward, the glare of the Rookies Hi-beam throws the object's solid oval shadow against the wall and the marine jolts, then slips when the top of it peels opens with a wet "Creak." Lips on top unfurl and something within starts to "Scuttle." And move.
“Bleep.”
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Re: Aliens. Solo campaign play, Ongoing.

Mon 25 May 2020, 23:18

Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05

Inside the leathery object, something moves. A “Scuttle.” Heard. “Bleep.” “Whoa…” And the Rookie jolts backwards, one foot misplaced and he falls off of the table completely. “Oooooph…” Landing hard, the extra height to it makes sure to force most of the air out of his lungs and he slides to a stop choking on what's left.
“Bleep.” The top of his head hits the wall and his helmet rolls off of the table “Thud.” Spinning around on the spot slowly at his feet.
“AHmmm... You all good?” William asks, obviously trying not to laugh as he looks down at the guy who just landed beside him.
“Bleep.” Winded and trying to breathe, the Rookie looks at him once then straight back up, eyes locked on the open panel where his head just was.
“Bleep.”
“What is it… What’s that sound?” William asks leaning forward shuffling on the spot, thoughts dipping into a prior darker encounter. The Rookie still dazed from the fall does not reply, only just getting his breath back in restricted “Gasps.” The marine starts to sit up, still looking up and struggles to do so.
“Bleep.”

‘There!’ He spots them. “There?…” The Rookie “Chokes” on the word. Bony elongated ‘Fingers?’
"Bleep."
Slowly creep into view above, up and over the edge of the opening like two skeletal hands. ‘What the..’ The Rookie mouths the thought and William looks up, eyes widen, any amusement over the marines tumble is ripped out from under him and replaced with an acre of prickly fear.
‘Its...!’ William spots the tip of the creature's legs moving and he panics leaning back, he catches the zip tie on some pipe poking out and sharply yanks down, snapping the plastic cuffs. "Ah!" Struggling he throws himself forward and up onto his knees barely moving a few feet. “It’s… It’s that thing!” And he points up with both hands now free. “Kill it, kill it!” He screams and the Rookie reaches for his Pulse rifle panicked by his panic, he sits up slinging it round to his front and takes aim down the iron sights. What he thought were long fingers belongs to the rest of some ‘Creature!’
"Bleep."
It skitters forward, pulling its small body over the edge and totally into view, a spine like tail follows sliding behind and it drops, landing with a wet “Thud.” Eight limbs splayed out on the Table. It sits at equally widened eye level, horrifyingly spider-like. The Rookie does not think, he just pulls the trigger before it can move again and the creature explodes in a bundle of dark yellow gore from the short rapid burst of gunfire from his Pulse rifle.

What's left of it slumps on the table and starts to “Hiss!” The creature's corpse and blood splashed all over begins to eat its way through the metal table and surfaces right in front of them and both men present check themselves for and splashes. “Shlop.” The remains fall through the hole it made through the metal table and onto the tiled floor before continuing to “Sizzle” and smoke as it all sinks down into the ground.
"Nice fucking shot!" William says standing up. “I fucking told you so.” He says and the Rookie breathes properly since falling, he remembers the moment the YY had tried to warn him about the attack in the ducts, attacked by a ‘Creature.’
“That thing.” The marine nods toward the steaming mess as he stands.
“The one I saw was bigger and nastier than that, sliced a load of Billy’s fingers off.” William says and makes a quick slicing gesture to one hand. “This must be a baby or something?” He says peering under the table.
“Follow me” The Rookies says moving toward the exit.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” William says and follows rubbing his wrists.

(That was over quick.)
Last edited by wendal on Thu 04 Jun 2020, 00:55, edited 1 time in total.
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