Aliens Vs. Predator RP

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Hey, I've had a good idea, I think somebody should start up an AvP RP. I can head it, but I'd rather not. If somebody wants to be DM or whatever, just go ahead and say so. If nobody wants to though, I'll lead. Anyway, character submissions should as follows:

Name (Include Rank):
Race:
Age (Preds and Aliens need'nt worry)
Bio:
Small History (Not recquired):

Example Charcater:
Name: Zieg Drak'sh
Race: Yautjan
Bio: Standing at 6'7", this burly Yautjan hunter loves to be the meatshield in most fights. Zieg always prefers to take the frontlines with his beloved Ki'cti'pa's and his Jehdin-Jehdin spear.

Name:Ssgt.Andrew 'Bayne' Schmidt
Race: Human, Marine
Bio: Andrew, callsign 'Bayne' stands at an easy 5'11", with messy brown hair. He has acid scars covering most of his torso, from previous experiences with the Xenomorph problem hives.

(Since I'm drawing blank mind right now, I might fix this later.)

Anyway, the races that can be used are Humans (Marines), Synthetics, Xenomorphs (Aliens), and Yautjans (Pred's)

Now, there will be only a few Yautjan's, they are just a bit too strong. If you can give me a decent reason why you should be a Pred, i'll consider it. =D

Now, please specify your 'job' for your race. For example, a Marine, You can either be a Smart Gunner, a meatshield (-Cackles-), or an officer, if you can convince me why.
For an Alien, you probably might wanna' say if you mostly hunt, tend to eggs or whatever they do in those godforsaken hives.
Pred's, just say what weapon you wish to specialize in.

Now, a site for some small detail about the Races, go to http://avpmud.com/races.html
They describe the Aliens and Predators, but are yet to get around to Humans and Synthetics.

[MasterZero]

Name (Include Rank): Zero, Guardian of the Hive
Race: Xenomorph
Bio: Simply put, Zero was born into life with the only purpose to defend the hive against all intruders. If there is anything more to say about it, Zero is very skilled at killing. He walks on four legs instead of two, and is faster and more agile because of it.

hope this is good, cause i don't care if i die, i just wanna get the chance to play a xenomorph.

[Tenjin Matsukaru]

I love AVP2 so this should be fun.

Name:Cprl. James Arclite
Race:Human, Marine
Age:29
Bio: "Pulse" is a force to be reckoned with. Standing at 6' 3" tall and built like a predator, he loves going point. In fact James states that "if you can't smell the stench of an alien's breath in combat your just not having fun"
In his opinion the best way to kill anything is with a Pulse Rifle on full auto (hence his nickname).

I hope its good

This has been modified.

[IHateMakingNames]

As built as he is, a human would never get close to Pred strenght.

Will make a Pred bio when I get unlazy and put in the AvP 2 CD to check weapons

[Forever Zero]

I have a lack of knowledge on the A vs. P universe, so what is a synthetic?

[Tenjin Matsukaru]

Artificial humans. More similar to robots that anything else. They are mainly used for guarding and other mechanical tasks.

[Forever Zero]

So a synthetic could fight and carry a gun, but it would just be a robot without any personality? Or would it be closer to the cargo robot from the alien movies that the humans fight the aliens with, and possibly have to go h2h?

[IHateMakingNames]

Synthetic is the big yellow crate lifter from Aliens (And Conkers Bad Fur Day). They are things piloted by humans.

[Forever Zero]

If it could only be piloted by a human, it wouldn't be very fun to RP as unless you control the human controlling it. I assume it has a basic AI and standard robotic non-emotion so it can survive independantly.

[IHateMakingNames]

Only move when humans are in them... I haven't seen all the movies, but the ones I have they are just pilot only, big robot things(And in games too). I don't know why he has it as a seperate race...

[Forever Zero]

It appears he has this based off of an incomplete MUD in development. It lists Humans/synthetics but has no info yet, which could lead others to believe that they are two seperate species. I wonder if you can play a human marine piloting a synthetic...

[IHateMakingNames]

I think that's what it's supposed to be... With those, humans actually stand a chance against Preds or Aliens...

[Tenjin Matsukaru]

IHMN Synthetics To put it bluntly are artificial humans. They usually look the part but often they look bloody pale, are built like a predator and have a rather robotic voice. Others are made to look like humans. Also they bleed a strange whiteish green (if you ever saw Aliens you would know the colour). What your thinking of are Lifter Suits.

[Dante]

Name: Da'chande

Race: Predator

Age: Damned if I know...

Bio: 7'1, greasy black hair like plastic insulation, pale, freckled skin, incredibly mesomorphic build, yellow eyes. His lower right tusk is broken, but he hasn't gone to have it regenerated or capped.

Small History:

Da'chande (DA-shan-day) was once a great hunter among his kind. However, he soon gave up his violent days to serve as an instructor to the younger of his kind. His name, Da'chande, means "Great Teacher" in his language. However, during one of the routine combat lessons on an infested world, a queen and her brood devastated a class of students when they failed to maintain discipline. The queen followed the remnants of the cohort back to their ship, and Da'chande barely escaped with his life in a one-man escape pod. (this is the excuse to let him enter anywhere in the universe...)

While he seeks to return to his race, he is also quite amenable to exploring the cosmos, since he isn;t on the hunt, for once. However, those expecting his skills to have mellowed will be in for a surprise - his halberd, notched from a thousand kills, is still ready to drink deeply of his foe's thwei.

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Alright. Sorry for the lack of posts. You guys obviously dont know too much about the AvP Universe. A few things.

1. Synthetics are actual people, only engineered by humans. In other words, they are androids, merely called Synthetics. Remember bishop in Aliens? (2nd one) The guy who got ripped into bits by the queen? He's a Synthetic. They normally focus on maintenance work and heavy amounts of calculations. Rarely are they used for fighting, but they can be used for that purpose. They resemble humans, and arent normally burly, unless they are used for a specific reason.

2. Dante, please dont take Dachande's name. He's dead, and yes, I've read the books. =D If you can switch the name and bio, I'll consider it.

3. Tenjin, measure six feet and eleven inches. That is friggin' massive. Tone down the size a bit. If you want the guy to be nice and burly, 6'3" will do, heh.

Other than that, looks good. We need plenty more people though.


So, the current tally for players are:
Pred's:1 (Me)
Aliens:1
Marines:1
Synthetics:0

We need plenty more people. Hopefully at least five for each, Synthetics can be spared, but are wanted.


-Keep at it.

[Dante]

Geh. Fine... I saw this in a comic, btw...

Name: Sparky
Race: Synthetic Xenomorph (Predalien)
Age: 5+ years
Bio: The size of your average Predalien, about 8ft tall, no hair, no eyes, big spikey tail, iron-cutting claws, and a twisted sense of humor. Has a long red streak running from his head down to the end of his tail to differentiate him from real xenos.
Small History: Based on an earlier model, Sparky was made to be a practice dummy of sorts for Marine anti-xeno squads. He is fast, tough, and very capable of disembowelling a human being if his programming permitted it. As it is, Sparky can only restrain them at most. This model was lost in a shipping mix-up, and when some curious dock worker opened his container and activated him, Sparky scared the crap out of him and escaped into the nearby city.

He soon found that people reacted very badly to him (gee, I wonder why) and as a result took to hiding in all the places an alien would hide (inside storm drains, in the sewers, on rooftops, etc.) One day, he ran into a street orphan called Maria. Surprisingly enough she didn't run away screaming. This intrigued Sparky. who decided to hang around with her. However, word of Maria's new pet has gotten around, and the Marine's may be coming for him soon...

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Alright Dante, that one is good. Just that I'd rather you not be a renegade piece of junk out to kill. What book was that from...Trying to remember. Was it...Symphony of something...I think. I've read all of the Aliens books, 2 out of 3 AvP books, and 2 Pred books, I know my stuff.

Anyway, Dante, you can scrap the loose thing, or, the marines can pick you up. You are with the Marines, and are to be apart of their special weapons research. Maybe Bio, I'm not sure. Anyway, you are a special case. Marines bring you with them on a few hive raids. They send you in first to see how the Drones and whatnot react, they use you to go straight to the queen, and either kill or capture her.


Oh, I'll just set the story line while im at it. The three races are completely aware of eachother, and conduct raids against one another. Except for the Marines, they are totally unaware of the Predator whereabouts, so they are kind of in the dark there. They know about the Yautjans, just dont know where to find em'. Marines conduct hive raids every once in awhile, whenever they find em'.

[Forever Zero]

15 people in an RP? That's pretty huge...

Anyway, I'm interested enough so I'll join.

Name: RTX-19905 (Goes by "Bots" normally)
Race: Synthetic
Age: 9 years
Bio: At 6'9", Bots is huge, but he was designed as a military synthetic so that isn't unusual. Designed as a test model to see if using synthetics for combat was realistic, Bots has performed perfectly for his assigned duties, and has now been assigned to a new unit in one of the more dangerous assignments for final testing before they decide if an army of these is a good idea.

[IHateMakingNames]

That guy who got ripped in half was a syntetic? I thought that was some weird, space human thingy...

[Dante]

That guy who got ripped in half was a syntetic? I thought that was some weird, space human thingy...

Oh yeah, real cumbag, wasn't he? XD

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

-Snorts- Cumbag. Anyway, yar, thats what them' synthetics are filled up with.

FZ, yer' character is good. But yeah, 15 players. AvP is suppost to be best with a buncha' people...So tell your friends to join!

[IHateMakingNames]

Name: Will come up with later
Race: Yautjan
Appearance: Standing at 6'4", ___ is rather small for a Yautjan. He can still overpower most other races, but other Yautjan are stronger then him. However, he is faster and more agile then the average Pred. Wear's the Predator mask thing, the armband thing, and light Yaujtan armor.
Weapons: ___ is almost always cloaked during the hunt and combat, and uses either claws from the arm band, the spear thing, the disk, and the net gun(I have no idea what the weapons names are, just using AvP2 weapons)

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

-Cackles insanely- IHMN, do you know what wishful thinking is? You cannot use Zieg. Two reasons. You are not worthy, and he is copyrighted to me. =D

PLEASE, put detail into your character's weapons. Predator's are honorable fighters. They will not ALWAYS be cloaked in their shiftsuits. No dignity, other Yautjan's will make fun of him. Their facemask is called just that, a facemask. Normally equipped with Vocal sensors and Infrared. The disc is called a Naginata. Not sure if spelt correctly.

The blades that come from the wrists, are called wrist blades. In Yaut, it is Ki'cti'Pa. Other terminology is....Kainde Amehda - Hard Meat (Xenomorphs)

I dont remember Soft Mean, so you can just call them the Oomans. (Humans).
Sorry, IHMN, I'd rather you not be a Yautjan, you dont have enough knowledge. Be an Alien or a Marine.

[IHateMakingNames]

Why would being cloaked often be dishonorable? In the movie, the Pred was almost always cloaked.

And so I don't know the names of the weapons... Big deal...

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Yep. Anyway. IHMN, please pick a different race. Give up on the Yautjan, because you dont know what you're doing. You've only seen the two movies, at best. In the novels and comics, it is way different. The Yautjans have a system, somewhat like school, but for combat. For hunting. They take honor and pride in hunting the biggest and strongest thing out there, and bringing back its skull or some sort of memerobelia. Occasionally, they will wear some of their skulls as adornments to show their strength. Anyway, when a Yautjan comes of age, he begins to train for 'The Hunt'. There is a group leader, and he teaches them fighting techniques and takes them for hunts. Normally, the earlier less experienced students stay cloaked the entire hunt, but for honor and dignity the Blooded, or the graduates of this school, tend to be in plain visibility. I highly suggest going out and buying an Aliens Vs. Predator novel. I cant recall the first in the series, but if you look in the inside cover, it will give you the correct order. They are awesome as all hell, and they make you smart.


Again, people, we need more players!

[IHateMakingNames]

Well, you just told me the basics, so whats stopping me now?

And do you think I know more about Aliens then I do about Preds or something?

[Dante]

Soft Meat is Pyodhe Amedha. I think. Soft Meat are best played with using burners, while you can use blades relatively safely on the Hard Meat, as long as it isn't a queen.

[Minkus]

I'm in.

Name: Aaron Biesendorfer. "Beez". Corporal
Race: Human/Marine (stick with what I know)
Age: 24
Bio/Small History: Corporal Biesendorfer could be considered a run-of-the mill soldier. 5'11", 170 lbs, is a mix-match of no special traits or qualities that would distinguish him from another Marine EXCEPT for the fact that he has nothing to lose. He was the only child of lower-class parents, so he never had any luxuries, and the military providing all his needs became a blessing. His parents died in an earthquake, so he has nothing to look forward to if/when he leaves the military. Because of this, if he performs an action or task that would give someone else pause, he goes into it with no thought of wounds, getting shot, or death. He has actually stopped caring about whether or he dies, but he does care about others. They, after all, have families to go home to. Unless a CO or a very obvious reason dictate otherwise, he will "go for the gusto" in anything reasonable.

[Dante]

By the way Zieg, Sparky isn't a mindless murderer, he's just keeping himself live. Remembe, he's programmed not to harm a human being. In fact, he was given his name by a little girl he hooked up with on the streets of (X human city).

Although how exactly he links up with the group is a different matter. When he is with them, though, using him as point man isn't a problem. Though they'll probably upgrade him to use alien pheromones to throw off suspicion. Would it be possible for him to use Marien weapons? He does have the hands for it...

BTW, this was from one of the comics, with a giant combat synthetic called Dean and a xenomorph replicant whose name I forgot. The gun part came from one of the artworks where the replicant was holding a smartgun and chomping a cigar.

[Tenjin Matsukaru]

OK. I've toned down My character's height and made him 29 years old. (6 foot toddler with a pulse rifle *shudders*).

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Okay, a few things. IHMN, in order to be a Yautjan, I would really like for the person to have a good amount of knowledge of the character. The Language, for example. I know a small amount, but not nearly as much as other people.
You would be better off as an Xenomorph or a Marine, in my opinion. Im not going to let you be a Pred. =D

Dante, Blades are used on Pyode, burners normally on Kainde. It just seems like common sense. I know Dachande took on a Queen with his Wrist Blades, but we cant forget one major point. Xenomorphs have acidic blood. Blades are insanse to use, but they are highly recognized for it. =D

Pyode Amehda (Soft Meat, Humans) Normally are taken out with blades when Yautjans can get close enough. In other terms, burners are used. With a group of unblooded yautjans, burners will be used for any kind of hunt, until they are able to use blades. Nonetheless, burners are the first choice of weapon.

Also, I understand Sparky isnt a mindless murderer, but its a figure of speech. Something always goes wrong when it comes to human R and D. And, for this type of roleplay, I'd like to keep it to the War kind of side, you know? Yautjans on Hunts, Aliens infesting and spreading, Humans conducting hive raids. I'd rather not have some sort of side story going on, if you know what I'm getting at. And, I'd rather not let Sparky wield marine weapons.... Its too.....American. I mean, why would a Xenomorph robot be carrying a rifle around? I think its kinda lame. So, I say we give it some sort of strong iron ore or whatever to strengthen the claws, and yes, the phermone system is a good idea, I was going to get to that.

Minkus, your character is good, welcome to AvP.

The current character tallies are....

Marines: 2
Synthetics: 1
Other: 1 (Dante)
Total Marine Corp: 4
Predators: 1
Xenomorphs:1

We can take one more person affiliated with the Marine Corp, after that, we need some Xenomorphs. If you think you can handle a Yautjan, go ahead and post it, but you need to show sufficient knowledge of their way.

[Squishy Cheeks]

Name: Khazzzzzzzzz
Race: Xenomorph
Bio: A warrior xenomorph.

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

JAD, scrap the mystic idea. Xenomorphs arent smart. They are told what to do. The only thing they do is infest. They spread. Other than that, your character is fine.

Please people, lets keep our characters normal, run of the mill, and lets not alter the AvP Universe. Please?

[† Razor`Darkmyst †]

Name: Razor Drak'sh

Race: Yautjan

Bio: Although always by his older brother Zieg's side, Razor is among the Predators that immensely enjoy the glory of battle. The attention-hogging Yautjan Warrior stands at a well-proportioned 7'4", bearing polished armor [Gauntlets, Shoulder Plates, Greaves, Skull Groin Plate, and Mesh] adorned with the skulls of prey, and a clasped-on red cape. The experienced, blooded Predator also posesses glowing green eyes, a rather savage appearance. His body structure allows him to run faster and more agilitically than your average Yautjan.

Sporting some very common Predator weaponry, Razor's arsenal consists of dual Side Blades [Dlex], dual Ki'cti'pa's [Dlex], a Naginata [Dlex], and a Shoulder Burner. His main weapon, like his brother, is the Double-Sided Jehdin Jehdin Spear. Red and black hair juts out of the back of his skull-shaped facemask in a mass of braided dreadlocks.

History: [ To be created. ]

[ Andrew, I command you to accept this! :bmage: ]

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Gorgeous, Mike; Yer in. See! Let that be a lesson to ye', if you want to be a Yautjan, you need to know your stuff!

Current Player Tallies:
Marines: 2
Synthetics: 1
Other: 1 (Dante)
Total Marine Corp: 4
Predators: 2
Total Yautjan: 2
Xenomorphs: 2

Alright, Im going to accept one more Yautjan, and we need a few more Xenomorphs, and one or two more Marines. I'd like to start by the end of the week, so tell your friends to join my thread.

I'll post my Predator Character, too.

Name: Zieg Drak'sh

Race: Yautjan

Bio: Zieg, a highly experienced blooded warrior is a strong force to be reckoned with. Standing at 7'8", he towers over his younger brother, Razor. Zieg has a sufficient arsenal, and his own tastes in armor. He wears Shoulder Guards, made of Acid-proof Dlex, Fashioned into a Kainde Amehda skull, covering both his shoulders and his biceps. Mounted on his left shoulder is an older version of a Shoulder Burner, which seems to be mildly neglected. He wears a Kainde Amehda skull as a groin protector, along with Shin to foot guards, made of Dlex. The rest of his body is covered in mesh. His arsenal includes two Dlex Side Blades, two pairs of Ki'Cti'pa's, his Shoulder Burner, and his beloved decorated Double sided Jehdin Jehdin Spear. His spear has small skulls dangling from both sides, giving it a nice clanking sound as distraction. He wears his Facemask on any hunt, and has the Drak'sh family trademark hair style: Black and Red Braids, danging from the back of his skull.

[Andy]

Name: Master Sgt. Andy (plugger) Ussher

Age/Height: 27 / 5'10"

Race: Human

Bio: Andy is a marine who basically gets the cleanup jobs after the sweeper teams have...swept somewhere. Andy and a few others go in with flame throwers or rocket launchers and...hurt things. Alot.

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Meh....Its a bit shakey, Andy. But I'll accept it, so long as you dont expect your guy to be super strong and long around all of the weapons in existence.



Kay, We have Five total players goin' for the Marine Corp. We need Xenomorphs now, plenty of em'.

[Dante]

If need be you can always change Sparky over to ebing a Predalien.

[!]

Name:Serial # Y237-6 (more commonly known as "that damn dishwasher"), dishwasher robot
Age: 20
Bio: A simple housetask performing synthetic, Y237-6 was used a bit too much in a short timespan, making it a bit prone to malfunctions. Call him insane, but that's not true seeing as how insanity is a human trait. Recently picked up by a marine squad which then regretted it as how his maintenence costs are now more than they payed for him. They kept him for comedic purposes but abandoned him soon after a budget cut. Best used as a big peice of metal to hide behind. Has a thing for socks.

[Andy]

ive been online roleplaying for 2 years on these here boards, brutha. i know how to RP. dont sweat it.

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Maetloaf, yer' an idiot. If you want to play in this thread, make an Alien.

Dante, I dont really want Predaliens in this Rp, I think they only came from the Video Game. Im not positive, but I havent read any of that in all of the novels i've read. In my opinion, a pred would kill himself before being impregnated.



-Edit- Meatloaf, if yer' joining, hurry up and submit a good alien character, I think i'm going to start the RP today, so we're all waitin' on you.

[!]

Never mind. I don't have enough time to commit myself to this game, and I'm pretty n00bish when it comes to AvP. Plus I wasn't sure how serious this game would be. Sorry.

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

(Alright, The Rp is starting. Be sure to check up regularly. Razor and I will be starting off together. Tenjin: You can be the commander of the Marine Affiliated PC's, Tell em' what to do and whatnot, and I suggest starting off clearing out a hive, or being ON your way to clearing out a hive. =D
You other Aliens, be in the same hive, conduct patrols and eggly duties.)


Zieg clicked his mandibles together periodically, a little habit he does whenever he tries to concentrate on something that has to do with electronics. 'They always improve. Always with upgrades,' he thought to himself. Zieg never really did like electronics too much. Figured they were too hard to keep up with, which would explain his artifact shoulder burner rotting away in his gear locker. For some reason, all of the younger students looked up to Zieg for that reason though. Just because he can let his burner rust, he is an idol.

Zieg was just finishing up typing in coordinates on the Navigation computer aboard the hunting vessel De'Gweh'Thwei, or in common tongue 'Plentiful Blood'. It was a moderate vehicle, capable of warp speeds beyond any belief, as are any Yautjan ships. The ship was equipped with Cryo-Sleep tubes, for long distance traveling, and two Queen Sized holding pins, along with 10 individual cells, for holding new prey to study and grow. All of the cells were empty, thus explaining why the ship was out in Space. The Coordinates were set for the planet 'Ceres' once a planet belonging to the Pyode Amehda (Soft Meat, Humans) but are being overun by the Kainde Amehda. (Hard Meat, Xeno's.)

The Beloved Kainde Amehda. Those wretched creatures, with their wicked teeth and talons...their sleek exoskeletons...And their blasted acid blood. Zieg had a certain distain for them, explaining why he has a Kainde Amehda skull covering his groin. Most of his torso is scarred from that very blood, which nearly took all of his rough skin.

Zieg stood up from the chair and walked over a couple of computer panels to his younger brother, Razor, who was making a Vessel Diagnostic. "How are things running, Brother?" Zieg asked, pertaining to the amount of time to arrival at the Planet.

[† Razor`Darkmyst †]

*Busts a gut laughing.*

I'm good. I'm okay.. Sorry, I was just looking at what Andy said.

*Giggles like a giddy little schoolgirl.*

Right, right. Back to being serious.




*Snort.*

[† Razor`Darkmyst †]

Narrow eyes of a green glow gazed at the screen before him, as the Yautjan warrior was supposed to be running a Vessel Diagnostic. However, things didn't always turn out as they were supposed to; fate worked in odd ways like that. Razor Drak'sh, known for his valor and skill in battle, alongside his brother, Zieg, was none too knowledgeable with computers and the like. He had little love for anything that was not indescriminate slaughter. In response to his brother's inquiry, Razor let out a long, low growl. One of his large, rough hands hit the keyboard below his arms, then again, and then again, getting a little harder each time. Finally, his patience growing thin to the breaking point, the Yautjan warrior stood up abruptly, knocking his seat from its bolted-down position, and thrust his fist right into the keyboard and underlying circuits. Sparks buzzed and shot out, and the monitor shut off. "Fine, Brother. Just fine." He said irritably, glancing back at his kin.

The glow of other, surrounding computer monitors gleamed off the polished mesh and Dlex armor plates that garnished Razor's well-proportioned Predator physique. Even without his large arsenal strapped to him, the younger Yautjan brother was still an intimidating figure. Many a Predator mocked him for his love of glory and attention, for the flowing cape of crimson that was clasped to his Dlex shoulder plates... All of which endured a slow and painful death. At least, after having clearly taken a moment to calm down, Razor spoke in his low, raspy Yautjan voice, "Why do I get assigned these positions?! I long for my place on the battlefield!" His mandibles clicked as his anxiousness for battle showed, a common thing indeed.

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Zieg chuckled at his brother, his throat reverberated with that unusual, guttural laughing. "Have patience, brother. Battle will be upon us soon enough. We are to capture a Queen." Zieg said. After glancing over the computer, he also spoke, "When in doubt, call on a student." He turned from the sizzling smoldering pile of useless equipment. He glanced around at the few other Yautjans milling about the ship, tending to what needed to be tended. Zieg pointed one out and called,"You, yes, you. Come here." The Yautjan replied. A scrawny thing it was, and of course, unblooded. Zieg motioned to the recently demolished computer, "Fix that, you have half an hour. But before that, tell me how long to reach Ceres." The small student went to the computer next to Razor, and proceeded with typing in a few commands, and pointed it out. "A mere three days, Lord. It was a simple command, you know. Any idio-" The student was already cut off, due to lack of air. Zieg had shot out his hand, gripping the students throat quite firmly. He lifted the small Yautjan up, his biceps barely tensing, the students legs kicking widly. Zieg's mandibles flared,"I'd kill you here, but you'd splatter yourself on the floor. I will follow through however, if you dont fix that blasted computer!" Zieg roared at the pesky student. He then tossed the small being onto the floor, who quickly scrambled to his feet and began to check the computer.

Zieg turned to face Razor. "Like I said, we will be entering a hive on the planet Ceres to capture a Queen, shortly after, we will begin breeding her offspring and planting them on a different planet in preparation of the Blooding Hunt."

[Dante]

The hive was a hellish organic dungeon, the shrieks of xenomorphs coming from all angles. The air was filled with the strange organic odor of the aliens... the smell of fear. The team's commander was edgy, even more so than the rest of his men, jumping at shadows, quivering like a jelly. It was then that a single solitary xenomorph skittered along the ceiling to a vantage point above the group. Unlike the other xenomorphs, it had a long red streak running from its head down its spinal column and tail. Neither did it shriek, or drool, or hiss. Most surprising of all, when it opened its mouth, an English voice spoke.

"Statement: Multiple xenomorphs, at least 15 incoming to our position, meatbag. This number includes 1 Praetorian subspecies, the remainder comprising largely warrior strains. There is a roughly 2% chance that all of you die via xenomorph claw attacks, tail attacks or acid splash damage."

"Don't give me that shit, you piece of junk! What about the other 98%?"

"Qualification: There is a 98% chance that you will instead be rendered unconscious, impregnated with larval xenomorphs, cocooned to the hive walls and left to die as the chestburster imago is delivered from your meatbag bodies. In any case, the xenomorphs have arrived. I hope you have saved a round for yourself, meatbag."

True enough, the tunnels around them exploded with snarling, shrieking aliens. In accordance with their training, the Marines fired, releasing a withering hail of fire that should have turned the aliens to clouds of exploding acid...

... or at least they would have, if their armorers, safely back on the ship, had not loaded their weapons with blanks.

Two xenos fell upon the smartgunner and clawed off her arms, and the remainder of the squad suffered equally grisly fates, with the exception of the frightened commander.

"Ohmygod ohmygod, what am I going to do?" A wet stain appeared on his pants as the aliens closed in on him, cruel maws dripping with acidic drool.

"Response: There is nothing you can do to avoid your fate, meatbag. All you can do... is die."

Sparky's last few words were wasted on the commander as the xenomorphs literally swam in him, staining their glistening black bodies a dull red with his blood. Sparky remained on the ceiling, watching the spectacle of the mutilated, but still-living bodies of the team being dragged off to the birthing chambers by the attendant workers.

"Musing: A pity, really. The meatbag could have ordered me to save him. But he did not. In any case, orders were orders, and mine were clear - the observation of xenomorph performance against a team of Marines."

The artificial xenomorph cocked its head to one side as its internal high-gain antenna enegized itself.

"Transmission: The action was a success. More xenomorph combat data has been acquired. This unit is returning to base. Will release pheromones to delay further pursuit."

Sparky skittered along the ceiling as he made his way outside.

[Andy]

(OOC: eh? mr Razor Darkmyst man, im referring to boards previous. Ive been around for a total of 3 board switches. From the old old one, to the one previous to this, then to this one. And guess how old i am. 14. Aaanyway, imma wait for a chance to jump in. Sorry for the mere ooc and no ic posting. Had to make a statement.)

[Squishy Cheeks]

Khazzzzz was dragging away the body of some scum life form. "I will honor you, warrior, by giving your flesh to make the hive stronger." He said in the manner of a xenomorph. "The royalty wills it so."

[† Razor`Darkmyst †]

[ Andy. Just.. nevermind. Don't worry about it, buddy. ;) ]

The younger Yautjan warrior, though still a veteran like his older brother, watched as Zieg handled the Unblooded student with a growing calm, but a remaining irritibility. As the youngling got to his task of fixing the broken computer, Razor cuffed him upside the head, angered with the backtalk it had given his brother. The student did not turn, however, for it knew that any further insubordination would result in a rather painful death. Instead, the Unblooded one just kept tinkering with the mess of broken wires and the like. Razor turned to Zieg again, his frame an impressive one. "Capture, bah! You know how I feel about those kinds of mission." His mandibles clicked annoyedly. Indeed, Razor was known for having a certain dislike for capture mission, and has intentionally failed a mission on more than one occasion for slaughtering the target he was to capture.

[ZieGDaRKeNHoRDe]

Zieg nodded to his brother,"I agree. But, you should look towards things in the future. When we capture the bitch (OOC: 'Bitch' is in Yautjan Vocabulary, commonly reffered to by Female Whores.) we will be able to breed her kind, and study new Predaliens," Zieg said that last part especially louder at the Unblooded student, who was just then finishing up his duties. "Anyway, we'll be going on a real hunt afterwards. I'll be sure to breed a few extra just so you and I can go out together." Zieg glanced about, and remembered how long it was until they were to arrive. The Burly Yautjan clicked his mandibles, in thought. "Well, I dont know about you, but I dont want to do anything for the next three days. Im going to the Cryo tubes." Zieg turned on his heels, leaving his brother.

Zieg entered the room where the capsules were lined up, all plugged into the wall, some occupied, their vital signs blipping and bleeping. Zieg yawned, scratched himself, and adjusted his genetalia before spotting a capsule of his own. He walked over to it, the hatch already open. He laid himself inside, and typed a few commands on the panel. The hatch hummed downward, and sealed itself. A few seconds later, a burst of gas flooded the capsule, knocking Zieg out instantly.