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 Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 7:54 am
::loading scenario::
On the hostile planet, LV-426, the last remaining members of a squad of Colonial Marines, struggle for survival. Lieutenant Katherine Kane and Corporal Matt Murdock, are holed up in a bunker, fighting for their very survival against an alien race that wiped out their entire squadron. They know that in order to survive, they must leave their relative safety, and make it across the colony to their ship's bunker.
Lying in wait, is a violent alien race known as the Xenomorphs. Interested only in death and reproduction, this violent species will not stop until the final two humans have been either killed or captured or their race's reproductive cycle.
Rem'Y and Jag'R, two of the most dominant of the Predator species, have picked up a signal that alerts them to the presense of their natural enemy, the Xenomorphs. Now their ship has landed on LV-426, and their mission is simple; to eradicate the Alien species, even if they must go through the humans to do it!
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 2:07 am
*Matt groaned a bit as the computers alerted him to the landing of the predators’ ship.*
It’s not good, Lt. Kale. That is to say . . . It wasn’t good to begin with, I know, but that “rescue” ship? Matches the signature of a species known to be hostile to humans. So, it’s not just the acid bloods we have to worry about, now.
*Matt checked his personal radar.* And as for them, it looks like they’re massing for their final assault on this place. I guess it’s less a question of “if” but “when” we die now. Our only choice is to take as many of them as we can, first.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 8:16 pm
Lt. Kane wiped the sweat off her gleamingly bald head, mostly oblivious to the doom and gloom falling out of Murdock's mouth. She slammed a fresh clip into her rifle and checked the digital readout to double check that she had enough rounds, before turning to address him.
"You're just like that damn fool Klingon on that old TV show; going on about how it's a good day to die. I dunno about you, but I fully intend to live. I haven't gotten laid in so long that I swear my body grew a new hymen, and I fully intend to take that out on any dreadlocked ******** that gets in my way."
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:28 am
((grew a new...o....k....))
Jag'R stood tall as the hatch on their ship opened, and the mists that erupted from the cooling engines swirled out around his feet. He stretched his arms and felt the joints in his fingers pop as he gripped hard the bladed gauntlet that graced his right arm.
He inhaled deeply. The scent of the Xenomorphs permeated the atmosphere. Acrid. Dangerous.
Jag'R was calm. Today, there would be violence. Today there would be death. The Xenomorphs would bleed. Jag'R would know pain. There was a chance, as always, that the death today would be his.
And Jag'R welcomed it. He stepped off-ship and checked his left-hand gauntlet.
Two life signs. 30 metres away. Activating his cloaking ability, he stalked forward, the ultimate predator.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 11:41 am
Rem'Y emitted the gutteral noise from his throat that served as his species form of communication. The hunt excited him. It was what his kind lived for, always and forever.
Now, he and his hunting 'partner' had been drafted by their homeworld to eradicate the infestation this world had been diagnosed with. What had once served as a rite of passage for his kind, now had grown completely out of control.
His choice weapons of preference firmly attached to his armor, he fit the helmet over his head and stepped out after his co-hort. He turned and punched a buttom at his wrist, and their colossal ship immediately became cloaked with the enviroment around them.
Like Jag'R, he too turned on his cloaking device and turned back to rejoin Jag'R and stopped. He sniffed back and turned to Jag'R. The gutteral croaking noise again...
There was a Queen on this world...
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:55 pm
"Well we really do not want to be here when they finally break through, now do we?"
Kane kicked the air vent in the floor out with a clatter and leaned down to look down either side, checking for xenomorphs. Satisfied she stood up and returned to Murdock.
"I've got an idea; we leave them a trap here and escape through the air vents towards the ship. If we place enough explosives in this room, we can collapse the whole thing and slow them down long enough to get a good head start. What do you say?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:01 am
As he and Jag'R approached the exterior to the main division of the colony, Rem'Y pressed three buttons on a small, hand-held console. The effects were immediate, as the colony building's commands were over-ridden and several doors began to seal themselves off, as others opened strategically.
The plan was simple; to create a single path for the Xenomorphs to them...
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:43 pm
Trap. I can build a trap. I canm even fly a predator ship if it'll get me out of Alien Central Station. But do we have enough ammo to go through anyone and anything that doesn't get caught in the blast of this trap of yours?
*Matt didn't wait to ask too many questions, though,. Instead, he began rigging up explosives, here, there, and everywhere. It was a better plan than fighting until they ran out of rounds, after all.&
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:39 pm
Jag'R barely managed to get an arm raised as the first Xenomorph charged. It moved at lightning-quick speeds, grasping onto the ceiling, dropping down and making a swipe right for Jag'R's head.
The Predator did not flinch, did not hesitate. With a thrust of his arm, his blade sunk deep into the Xenomorph's chest. A flick upward, and it was gutted. The sizzling burn of the creature's blood as it flecked everywhere was the welcome signal that the hunt had started.
Dispassionately, silently, Jag'R moved forward. His wrist sensor beeped as he passed the door that contained Kane and Murdock. He stopped...and motioned to Rem'Y.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:47 pm
Another Xenomorph dropped down from a shaft in the ceiling ventilation ducts but before it even had the chance to leap, Rem'Y grabbed his bladed whip and lashed out with it, with a simple flick of the arm. The weapon coiled about the body of the Xenomorph and with a sharp tug, sliced right through the alien, reducing it to ribbons.
Rem'Y looked up from collecting a "trophy" to spot Jag'R's signal. Making no noise of interest, he joined his partner at the door and began to examine the barricade.
He looked at the sensor he held and it showed multiple active "bleeps." He showed it to Jag'R, making the universal sign or 'explosion.'
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:51 pm
Jag'R did not give any indication he heard, other than to place something from the pouches on his belt on the door. The two Predators backed away, and the door blasted open in a fiery inferno.
The motion attracted the attention of four more Xenomorphs, which piled on the two Predators, a wall of black, shrieking, drooling death. Jag'R knocked one of them backwards into the room as he succumbed to the urge to kill, and began flaying a second one like gutting a fish...
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:32 pm
The blade came from nowhere at Rem'Y's wrist gauntlet and he began to swing, slicing two of the attacking aliens rom his partner's back, but the sound of battle had begun to attract even more of the Xenomorph brood towards their location -- with one glaring difference!
A monstrous roar echoed off of the metallic halls of the colony, one only the Predators would be familiar with!
Three Xenomorphs pounced on Remy as he fought to get them off to alert his partner to the disturbing fact!
The Xenomorph Queen was loose!
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:00 am
THIS CHALLENGE IS CLOSED!
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