It was one exhausted, tired, alien puke-covered, acid blood-burnt group of people that trundled out of the hangar and into the ship proper. Their mission? Had sucked. Their intel had been wrong. Their lives had nearly been forfeit ( Read more... )

They had sneaked into the facility and out of the nest. They had gathered whatever equipment they could use as weapons. Now it was time for the rescuers to fight their way in, and the rescuees to fight their way free.

There was only a whole horde of xenomorphs in the way, after all.

In the complex, deeper into it near the core, several of the away team were all strung up near each other, around a clutch of disgusting looking eggs. Two appeared to have already been hatched. The rest were waiting. They were bound to the walls by slime and ick, some sort of substance spit up by the creatures that may as well have been quick-dry ( Read more... )

They had all been Chosen. The usual story when it came to Stacy. They'd had no say over who went on the mission, but fortunately a group of competent individuals had been chosen, with Kang, an Away Team leader there to act as mission leader.

The mission: to repair some of the mining mechanisms that had run down in an abandoned terraforming colony ( Read more... )

The City; to be more precises, a square therein, some fifty-by-fifty meters, not to this point used ( Read more... )

 "You've gotta be kiddin me!" Alex shouted, shaking this video screen he was holding. "My own AI! Stop that!"

Apparently he was having trouble getting through one of the levels of his own game.

Sure it was using basic text for it's graphics, but he was a programmer, not a graphic's artist. Besides, since he just had different symbols for different ( Read more... )

For the past week, Fate had been training non-stop in the Sensoriums. She wasn't as obsessed with training as certain other people she knew, but after spending so much time making sure she was one hundred percent healed, she was really, really starting to get restless. Her confidence in her skills had also taken a blow on Zokez II, and she had been ( Read more... )

Anyone paying attention in the City today will notice a bizarre sight-- a small lump of garbage, roughly a foot and a half in diameter, rolling up and down the streets. It's mostly made out of bits of rubble, broken glass and garbage, the odd misplaced or discarded item, the occasional loose cobblestone that's been dragged up from the street. ( Read more... )

It was seriously feeling so much better now ( Read more... )

She had found the Sensoriums and found it was like the training hologram rooms of the UATC. As such, she stood in a large room that was filled with grid-like creatures that were sparking with energy. Several of them were grouped together and she inhaled before nocking a arrow to the string. One, two, three, arrows flew and imbedded into the first ( Read more... )