CORPs group (Group 1)

[i_hate_posses]

Who: Loki, Rube Sofer, Morgan Adams, Charlie Prince--NPCs WELCOME!
When: 1st day of Port
Where: LV-426; colony; on the way to the reactor--different path

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[i_hate_posses]

Charlie glanced over at Rube at the Reaper's comment. After watching as his warden sliced his hand open and cursed, Charlie nearly stomped over in frustration to do it himself. However, he quickly changed his mind when the Norse god let loose a stream of fire. In fact, Charlie backpedaled quickly, aiming whatever ammunition remained in his gun straight at Loki. It was only through sheer force of will and a last minute reaction that the Outlaw didn't actually pull the trigger

[onderhaus]

Rube stared at the body, his mouth hanging open slightly; what the hell was this? But when the thing burst from the colonist's chest, he shoved past Loki and opened fire without a second thought. He had been around doing his job long enough to know who was already dead, and what had killed them.

To his credit, he hadn't started screaming. Yet.

Motion detectors were sounding - at least, that's what he thought the noise was - and that panicked him. Something was moving around, and he very seriously doubted it was on their side.

[gimmethemap]

The curse that practically fell from Morgan's mouth was drowned out by the sudden flaring of Rube's flamethrower, and the squealing creature was engulfed in fire. The sudden whine of the motion detectors worried her. Until now they'd been mostly quiet, showing only the tiniest blips where their people likely were. Now the screen was being overtaken with white, amorphous shapes, all around, going in all directions.

"Shit," she uttered, looking around them and trying to place a source to something, anything that might be close. The smoke rising from the body obscured some of her vision, and in truth it was just too fucking dark. "Shit!"

Her compass was making her hand numb, but at present she knew if they moved they might leave themselves more vulnerable to attack. She turned instead to radio. "Major, whatever the Hell is going on down there, get out now!"

[i_hate_posses]

Charlie Prince was not accustomed to advanced technology. Being from the 19th century, it was a credit to his adaptability that he had a grasp on any of the items and weapons he'd been handed before heading out to the port. Hell, even his warden still struggled to make his gun work

[onderhaus]

Rube turned away from the charred remains of the corpse, the flamethrower dropping to his side.

The electronic beeping was louder and more insistant.

A sudden wave of nausea came over him, and he shoved past his companions to dry-heave in a recess, steadying himself with a hand on one of the walls.

[tlv_xenomorph]

A larger concentration of soldiers had begun zeroing in on the larger group of intruders, but a few who had been posted in this area begin to move in on the smaller group. With the aid of darkness and smoke and the natural camouflage provided by the walls, they move quiet. The continuous beeping of human devices makes their passage almost completely silent, and when one of the humans chances too near to it, placing a hand on the wall right next to where one soldier had paused, it saw fit to strike. It wasn't the fast, reflexive motion one might attribute to cunning predators like snakes. It moved slow, lithe, calculating, and still unseen it reached.

[gimmethemap]

Between West's talk on the radio and Loki's jabbering, she couldn't make many coherent words from either exchange.

"Just calm down, Loki!" Morgan snapped. She tossed ammo magazines to him and to Charlie. "Stick to the flamethrower, but if you've gotta use bullets you might as well have 'em. Just watch where you aim." She was starting to sound a lot less confident now, and seeing Rube heave and rest himself against the wall, she frowned. Perhaps they should be retreating too. They hadn't come too far in, had they?

She stopped short. Something was moving on the wall next to Rube. She could barely see it; were it not for the gentle glisten of light against something moist, she never would have caught it. Realizing all those contortions and grooves were not part of the wall but rather pieces of a moving body, she reacted quickly as she could manage.

"RUBE!"

The pirate shot forward to push him backwards away from the wall.

[i_hate_posses]

Charlie's reflexes kicked in almost immediately. When Morgan went to push Rube aside, Charlie aimed only scant inches above the wardens' heads and began unloading his rifle. It was fortunate for everyone that's Charlie's aim was quite good and stray bullets didn't fly from unsteady hands.

What wasn't so fortunate was that the Outlaw, despite being told numerous times, was not using a flame thrower. As such, the bullets did little to stop the creature, much less make much of a difference. Charlie snarled undeterred and refused to accept the challenge to his years of experience that a shower of bullets equated death.

As such, he continued to fire in rapid succession until his gun (already almost depleted from his floor shooting) clicked empty. "Damn it!" He growled and began to reload. It would take time that he didn't want to waste.

Oh, and the beeping was still doing nothing for his concentration.

[onderhaus]

Rube tumbled forward with the force Morgan threw at him, falling on his weapon; the butt of the flamethrower caught him in the forehead, and he saw stars for a moment.

The sound of Charlie's bullets rought him around, and he shook off the dizziness as he hurried to his feet and got a look at their attacker.

The bullets were doing nothing to it.

"Charlie, don't waste 'em," he shouted. "Use the other thing. The gun with the fire. Us that one!"

He tried to take aim himself with the flamethrower, but found he had somehow turned it off when he fell. Nothing was going right - not one damned thing. He flipped the switch to "On" and took aim at the same instant as Loki.

[tlv_xenomorph]

They moved mostly unseen, shadows in the walls, some retreating with the rain of bullets, others merely revising their approach. The one that'd been near people to begin with retreated further into the walls, untouched by weapon discharge, and it bided its time until other soldiers all around launched their attacks, some emerging from the walls on the other side, others dropping down from the ceiling further into the passage.

This one saw its opportunity, however, and emerged again, seizing the nearest body it could reach and dragging it upward into the wall with it.

[gimmethemap]

Soon the entire chamber was dinned with the passing of bullets, and Morgan ducked to avoid catching a few herself when Charlie practically emptied his rifle in her direction. Seeing no further movement and suspecting the boy had done his job well, she loaded her own rifle, aiming at one of the strange skeletal monstrosities that'd come down further down the corridor and began to fire.

She didn't expect to be grabbed. A hard, inhuman arm wrapped itself around her torso and almost immediately, her feet were no longer on the ground.

Caught off guard and panicking, Morgan screamed. Her gun briefly discharged before it practically slapped the thing from her hands, and her own attempts to dislodge herself were completely futile.

"No, no!"

Her head struck some protrusion in the wall, and she knew no more.

[i_hate_posses]

"Use the other thing. The gun with the fire. Use that one!"

Charlie glared at Rube. "Don't tell me what to do!" He snapped, mostly out of anxiety, though Charlie never was one to take advice that didn't come from the Boss. He replaced his spent clip with a new one and aimed once more.

...except now Morgan was being carted off. The pirate's gun discharged and Charlie was lucky enough to have a stray bullet ricochet off his armor instead of joining the others in his stomach and heart. "Shit!"

He pulled back from involuntary reflex, taking his weapon off of the Alien. It was only a split second, but it seemed too long for the outlaw. That thing was going to get away.

[onderhaus]

"Charlie, use the god damned flamethrower, you stubborn fuck!" he shouted, thoroughly pissed. "This isn't -"

"No, no!"

Rube turned just in time to see the alien haul Morgan up, and he turned back to shout some order at the other two men. Whatever it was, he forgot it as Loki was impaled.

He fired on the creature, and it withdrew to wherever it had come from, but Loki was already down.

"Shit!" he shouted; he held his flamethrower kept at the ready, trying to see where Morgan had been taken. "Charlie, you see where it went? The other one, the one that took her! Where the fuck did it go?"

He adjusted his communicator and shouted in to it, "Kaylee, we've got big fuckin' problems here. Loki's down, Morgan's gone. It's just me and Charlie, and...what the fuck are these things?!"