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    November 2137

    Sevastopol Space Station

    In Orbit of Gas Giant KG348

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    A few days ago, the commercial vessel Anesidora docked with Sevastopol Station, a permanent freeport facility in the Zeta Reticuli sector. On-board the Anesidora was Catherine Foster, who had been attacked by a Facehugger on the moon LV-426. Some time later, a Xenomorph hatched from Foster and quickly grew, unleashing hell on the station. With the survivors scattered and fighting each other over supplies, Marshal Waits and the Colonial Marshal Bureau are struggling to restore order. To make things worse, the Weyland-Yutani Corporation has ordered the station's androids--controlled by the mainframe APOLLO--not to let anyone re-establish communications until a Wey-Yu ship arrives to recover the Xenomorph specimen.

    Somewhere on the station, a group of survivors meet up, with one goal: to get out of this hellhole alive...

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    • Name: Peter O'Hare

      Profession: Law Enforcement Officer, under Marshall Waits

      Age: 34 (excluding hypersleep) 56 (incl. hypersleep)

      Equipment: Basic Law Enforcement Gear, Revolver and a Flashlight

      Notes: Peter had always been the equivalent of a nomad in the 22nd century. Rather than staying in one spot, he would often go from planet to planet, ship to ship, station to station in order to see as much of the galaxy as possible in his short life, as he was fascinated by it. However, his usual method of doing odd jobs, in order to scrounge up just enough money to move onto the next place failed him when he reached Sevastopol station, during Seegson's economic downfall. He found that rather than offering dollars for such jobs, they would give 'Seegson Tokens', a currency only redeemable for foods and services within Sevastopol and other similar Seegson space stations. This effectively marooned him on Sevastopol, forcing him to take up a full-time job as a law enforcement officer, until he had saved up enough to pay the extortionate price for a shuttle off Sevastopol. However, upon the outbreak of the Xenomorph on Sevastopol, he felt that Waits' handling of the situation was poor, and only served to make them a target for both other raiders, and the Xenomorph itself. So, he decided to take his chances on his own...

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    • (Since nobody else seems to wants to, I'll start.)

      Peter and Axel crept along, behind a row of crates. They were providing the distraction, while the others grab the supplies and run. It didn't sound like much of a distraction was needed, though. They seemed very immersed in their own conversation.

      Raider_1_(loudly):
      I don't know why you're so worried, Jake. We've got enough supplies to last a month.
      Raider_2:
      Some of this stuff is perishable. It'll be rotten within a week, in these damp conditions.
      Raider_1:
      Hardly matters, Mark. We've got tonnes of the synthesised crap too, and that doesn't go off for years.
      Raider_3_(laughing):
      Doesn't matter if we ran out anyway. Waits' men are practically abandoning their stuff as they go chasing that imaginary creature.
      Raider_1:
      Rumour is he's trying to kill it. Good luck killing a figment of someone's imagination...
      Raider_2:
      Don't be so hasty to judge. That thing could very well exist... And if it's an animal, it might well come looking for food. Food which we have a lot of.
      Raider_1:
      Nah, they say it's attracted by noise. (shouting) Hey, 'alien'! You out there?
      Raider_3_(mockingly):
      Or maybe, Mark, it can smell your fear, and is stalking you ready to POUNCE!

      Raiders 1 and 3 laugh at this, while Raider 2 narrows his eyes, attempting to hide his annoyance, then crouches down and resumes his inventory-taking.

      By the time the exchange is over, Axel and Peter had reached their position. At times, they'd been right in the line of view the raiders were supposed to be guarding, but they were too busy taking the piss out of their friend to notice. Holding his revolver close to his chest, Peter says:

      Peter_(whispering):
      You ready?
      Axel_(quietly):
      Yeah.
      Peter:
      Ok then, on three. One... Two...

      Upon 'three', both Axel and Peter break cover, take a second to aim, then almost simultaneously take a potshot each at the three raiders. One misses entirely, and another delivers a glancing blow, but they serve their purpose. Their part in the plan finished, Peter and Axel run for it.

      Raider_3:
      Dammit, they hit my shoulder. After them!
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    • (Don't be fooled, I am just waiting for the time to be right, assuming it ever will be.)

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    • Name: Stanley "Stan" Howard

      Profession: Engineer

      Age: 39 (excluding hypersleep) 41 (including hypersleep)

      Equipment: Screwdriver, Flashlight, Model 37-12 Shotgun

      Notes: Stan has worked as an engineer on Sevastopol Station since 2129. Although he hated this job, he was considered to be one of the best engineers on the station. His most recent job was to repair a transit car that led to the Scimed Tower.

      After the Xenomorph outbreak on Sevastopol, Stan managed to scavenge a Model 37-12 Pump Action Shotgun... with only one round left.

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    • With the raiders distracted, Stan and two other survivors make a run for the hideout and start grabbing everything they can.

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    • Axel and Peter sprint down the corridor, keeping low as several gunshots fly over their head. There are metallic bangs everywhere, as they and their pursuers crash into objects, and as bullets hit and deflect off of surfaces, however there is one really distinctive sound that stood out among them all. A kind of whump-bang, and then a loud hiss...

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    • There is a moment of silence, as everyone stops and tries to figure out where that noise came from. Suddenly, one of the raiders is pulled into an open vent in the ceiling...

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    • Panicked, Peter grabs Axel by the shirt, and pulls him behind a crate.

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    • The Alien drops down from the vent, landing in front of the two remaining raiders. One them starts to run away, but the other freezes with fear. The Alien grabs him by his head and punches a hole through his skull with its inner mouth, before tossing his corpse against a stack of crates.

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    • Axel_(panicky,_whispering):
      What the fuck is that thing!?
      Peter_(whispering):
      I don't know, I didn't see it
      Axel:
      I'm gonna look...
      Peter:
      No, don't! It'll see us. For now it looks like it's more interested in the raiders than us

      There is a scream, and the sound of sprinting footsteps, then a sudden hiss.

      Peter:
      Quick, let's run for the door. Soon as we're through, hit the door override... And, GO!

      Axel and Peter make a wild sprint for the door. As they run, a blood-curdling scream can be heard - the last raider is dead. It doesn't matter now, though - Axel is barely meters from the door. However, as soon as he makes it, he slams his fist into the door override button, and the door slides shut, locking Peter in.

      Cursing, Peter dares a glance back. He sees a massive, glossy black creature, very much insectoid in appearance. Thankfully, it was looking away from him. Realising he'd been looking a moment too long, and the Alien could turn round at any time, he dives behind a stack of crates.

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      Unfortunately, we can't have Predators at this point in the Alien timeline. However, feel free to control the Xeno.
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    • (Communicate people, was it my poor acting or do you just want to keep the Yautja out of it this time?)

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    • (No Yautja, please.  We're making sure it's just Xenomorphs. ;) )

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    • (Got it, thanks. I will try to figure out something else.)

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    • Hearing the noise, the Alien turns round and starts walking straight towards Peter's hiding spot.

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:
      (Communicate people, was it my poor acting or do you just want to keep the Yautja out of it this time?)

      (Apologies. I put the explanation in the deletion reason, but that seems to have disappeared.)

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    • (Is anybody else going to join this?)

      The Alien approaches the crates and prepares to knock them aside. However, it is interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the corridor behind it.

      Survivor: There it is! Shoot it!

      A group of armed survivors open fire on the Alien. The creature turns its attention to them, giving Peter time to escape.

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    • Some of its blood splatters and lands on Peter's arm, burning it. Nevertheless, he manages to shuffle up to the nearest vent, and pulls himself into it, watching through slats as the Alien slaughters one of the survivors in his group. In his head he thinks 'Run... RUN!' but he has no way of communicating with his friends, who foolishly think they can kill it.

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    • (Wouldn't those blood spatters burn through his entire arm?)

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    • (No, only a drop landed on his arm. The rest hit the floor.)

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    • Eventually, the last survivor runs out of ammo. Instead of killing him, the Alien grabs him and pulls him into a vent in the ceiling. All that remains is a pile of bloody corpses in the centre of the room.

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    • (CT, you need to actually make a character :P )

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      Name: Stanley "Stan" Howard

      Profession: Engineer

      Age: 39 (excluding hypersleep) 41 (including hypersleep)

      Equipment: Screwdriver, Flashlight, Model 37-12 Shotgun

      Notes: Stan has worked as an engineer on Sevastopol Station since 2129. Although he hated this job, he was considered to be one of the best engineers on the station. His most recent job was to repair a transit car that led to the Scimed Tower.

      After the Xenomorph outbreak on Sevastopol, Stan managed to scavenge a Model 37-12 Pump Action Shotgun... with only one round left.

      (Dab)

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    • (Yeah, but he hasn't done anything with Stan yet.)

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    • (Oh, that reminds me.)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      With the raiders distracted, Stan and two other survivors make a run for the hideout and start grabbing everything they can.

      (Dab)

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    • (Oh, didn't see that. Anyhow, I think you might want to have him discover the dead survivors, so we can start the cat-and-mouse game :P )

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    • Stan and the others arrive, carrying the supplies from the raiders' hideout.

      Stan: What the hell happened here?

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    • Name: Jimmy-Jim Johnson

      Profession: Caterer

      Age: 31 (excluding hypersleep) 35 (including hypersleep)

      Equipment: Ladle, Pan, Spoon, Kitchen Knife, Butane Torch-Disinfectant Spray Flamethrower

      Notes: Jimmy has worked as a cook on Sevastopol Station for six years. He is the only human staff left in the kitchen, as most of the positions are now dominated by Working Joes.  His only human-looking colleague is the waiter, a Synthetic.

      Recently, Jimmy managed to scare away a few raiders with his lighter and spray, spraying the fire with the flammable chemicals to make a makeshift flamethrower.  Now the two are taped together in this arrangement.

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    • Survivor_1_(practically_shouting):
      What the hell!? Who did this?
      Peter_(alarmed,_whispering_loudly):
      Shhhh! Shh, shh, shh! It'll hear you!

      Surprised, Stan's two escorts raise their revolvers to the vent grating the sound is coming from.

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    • (My character will be one of those two survivors, I guess.)

      Survivor 2: (whispering) Oh shit man! What do we do?!

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    • Something scampers overhead.

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    • (Stars, there's only one Xeno, and it's in the vents above us.)

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    • (Question: can I be a synthetic?)

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    • (Depends. You'd have to be a Weyland-Yutani spy or something, because Seegson owns this station, and they only manufacture Working Joes.)

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    • (Because Working Joes are so much more trustworthy.... ;) )

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    • (Lel, I'm gonna be a Working Joe :P

      No, but I'll be a free Synthetic or something, or one that doesn't even know he is. Maybe even a WY sleeper agent, who will turn at the end of the RP.)

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    • (Oh, don't tell us that.  You ruined the surprise, you 75!)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Lel, I'm gonna be a Working Joe :P )

      (You're becoming hysterical.)

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    • (its true, in this they like to keep the audience from knowing one of the main charicters is a android.... excuse me, artificial person, until a speacel time to reveal.)

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    • Commando Trooper
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    • (So, is he a Synthetic or not?)

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    • (He is, but he is unaware of it.)

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    • (Ok. But why is he here, then?)

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    • (He's a sleeper agent. When the time is right, he will be overridden by WY to do stuff. I haven't thought out what exactly he should be doing, but it shouldn't be relevant until the end of the RP.)

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    • (No, don't tell us!)

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    • (Well I can't tell ya if I don't know, now can I?)

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    • Name: Ludvig Eriksen

      Age: appears to be 32

      Equipment: .357 Revolver, makeshift crossbow with a variety of makeshift ammunition, pipe wrench

      Bio: Ludvig Eriksen is a Hyperdyne Systems 252-E Synthetic and an inhabitant of Sevastopol Station. He was employed as a surgeon in the San Cristobal Medical Facility, tasked with doing operations that required exptreme precision. In his spare time, he liked to tinker and invent, sometimes resulting in brilliant yet simple machinations, sometimes in failures that had a tendency to turn his workshed to rubble.

      When the Xenomorph outbreak occurred, Ludvig crafted a makeshift crossbow out of various pieces of metal, giving him a versatile tool capable of firing a wide variety of ammunitions, such as scrap metal, or even makeshift grenades.

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    • Stan and the two suvivors drop the supplies and clamber into the vent Peter is hiding in.

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    • The three survivors suddenly hear footsteps. On the other side of the corridor, they can see a man walking towards them. The casual way of walking indicated that he either doesn't know the Xenomorph is nearby, doesn't care, or both. As he comes closer, it becomes apparent that he has some sort of makeshift crossbow slung over his shoulder. It is a tall man, with a bearded face that gives the impression that he is wise, despite only being in his thirties.

      Newcomer: Hello, how are you? I am Ludvig Eriksen.

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    • Stan (whispering): Ludvig? The Synthetic from San Cristobal?

      Survivor 1 (whispering): What does it matter? Get your ass in here, Ludvig!

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    • (Did Stan get operated on by Ludvig? If not, how does he know Ludvig is a Synthetic? It's not as if he's a famous person or anything.)

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    • (Logically, Seegson informed the residents that the station's best surgeon is a Synthetic. Either that, or people who got operated by him started spreading the word.)

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    • (Would the Xeno attack Ludvig?)

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    • (Yes, but only if Ludvig attacks it first.)

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    • (I have no doubt Seegson did, I just don't think the people would remember it. It's not that relevant to them, after all.)

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    • (Well, Stan remembers it.

      But let's get on with this.)

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    • Ludvig picks up the supplies Stan and the survivors dropped, and follows the others.

      Ludvig: Calm down, friend. So far, it seems that this alien ignores me.

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    • (But ,Commandooooo!  We're not supposed to know Ludwig's a Synth....)

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    • (Oh, you missed that, of course. Ludvig is a third party Synthetic bought by Seegson. He is independent from APOLLO and Weyland-Yutani.)

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    • Stan: These vents should take us to the Solomons mall. We might find more supplies there. Think it's safe?

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    • Stan: I'll take that as a yes.

      The survivors start moving through the vents.

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    • Peter, at the front of the party, comes up on a T-junction in the vents. He is about to ask Stan which way it is, when suddenly a jagged black tail topped with a vicious spike flicks out from the turning.

      Petrified, Peter stops moving, trying to quietly motion to the others to stay silent. If one of them speaks now, it's all over...

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    • Stan, who is right behind Peter, turns off his flashlight and motions for Ludvig and the two survivors to stop.

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    • Ludvig walks closer very slowly. He seems to be fascinated by the anatomy of the creature. Just to be sure, he takes the crossbow off the strap on his back. He bows down to the ground, picks up a tin can, and loads it into the weapon.

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    • (We're in a vent system, Red)

      The tail slides away slowly, as the Xeno moves along the vent, however Peter doesn't move a muscle until he can't hear its clunking at all.

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    • Stan (whispering): We're good.

      Stan motions for the others to start moving and follows Peter. Moments later, they come across an exit to the Solomons Mall.

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    • Johnson spots the survivors and, assuming they're more raiders, fires off a burst of blue flames from his gas torch.

      Johnson: Get back, you!  Back to where you came!

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    • Stan: Woah! Calm down, man! We don't want to hurt you!

      Survivor 1: We're looking for food. Can you help us?

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    • Ludvig aims the crossbow at Johnson's face, making sure that his skull gets dented by a tin can should he try to attack the other survivors.

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    • Johnson: Food, huh?  That's it.  Food.  Alright.  This way.

      He talks to himself and laughs sporadically as he leads them through the corridors towards a large aquarium.

      Johnson: Pretty, eh?  Pretty fish, fish, fish.   Gorgeous, ain't ya?  Gorgeous.

      He sprays the glass with his flamethower and boils the water.

      Johnson: Now they're not!!!   (Maniacal laughing)

      He pulls one of the boiled fish out and eats it whole.  

      Johnson: Alright, you all get a half.

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    • (Do Synthetics need to charge themselves in any way? Because you don't see that in the films.

      EDIT: They do, I just checked it.)

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    • (From the wiki:

      "Power for the android is supplied by a 25 kW hydrogen fuel cell with a life of approximately 400 days between refuelling. This power cell is located within the android's chest, and access is via a hidden socket located just underneath the rib-cage. Charging time can vary, though it usually takes at least 72 hours to fully charge the standard power cells fitted into modern day androids.")

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      Johnson: Food, huh?  That's it.  Food.  Alright.  This way.

      He talks to himself and laughs sporadically as he leads them through the corridors towards a large aquarium.

      Johnson: Pretty, eh?  Pretty fish, fish, fish.   Gorgeous, ain't ya?  Gorgeous.

      He sprays the glass with his flamethower and boils the water.

      Johnson: Now they're not!!!   (Maniacal laughing)

      He pulls one of the boiled fish out and eats it whole.  

      Johnson: Alright, you all get a half.

      (Oh, he knows what the survivors like.)

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    • (Alright, the two other survivors are named González and Lawrence.)

      González: Better than nothing, I guess...

      There is a sudden hiss.

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    • Stan (whispering): Shit! It's that thing again! We better get moving!

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    • Peter ducks under a counter which he was searching, and stays motionless.

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    • Ludvig turns around, crossbow primed. Since he knows that the alien won't attack him unless provoked, he stays out in the open.

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    • Stan dives behind a desk, as the Xeno drops from one of the vents. Lawrence is caught in the open and starts sprinting towards the nearest door. The Xeno chases him.

      Lawrence: Shit, shit, shit, shit, shi--

      The Xeno impales him with its tail and lifts him in the air.

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    • The Xeno turns around, and walks toward the desk Peter was hiding beneath, when another group of hostile raiders strolls into the hall, speaking loudly. They suddenly stop when a massive hiss echoes around the hall.

      Raider:
      Shit! What the hell is that thing!?

      The Xeno screams, and charges at the raiders, but they don't have the sense to run. Instead, they all fire their revolvers and shotguns at it.

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    • González: Now's our chance! Everybody run to the door!

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    • Ludvig, who was already standing, reaches the door first.

      Ludvig: Go! I will cover your escape!

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    • Johnson sends a bit of fire towards the Xeno, which ends up catching one of the raiders instead.  The Xeno rears up and screeches when it touches it.

      Johnson (quietly): Intereting...

      Johnson runs for the door.

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    • (Yes, very 'Intereting' :P )

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    • Stan reaches the door and waits for the others. As soon as everyone's through, he hits the override button, shutting the door.

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    • Name: Richard Terrence

      Profession: Doctor

      Age: 43 (excluding hypersleep) 47 (including hypersleep)

      Equipment: Stun baton, fire extinguisher

      Notes: Terrence was born on Luna and studied medicine therein. When he was 25, he left and relocated to Sevastopol, where he worked in the San Cristobal Medical Facility. When the Xenomorph was first seen outside the hospital, Terrence managed to close the reinforced doors and to lock it out, buying enough time to evacuate the few people in the Facility via the ambulance shuttles.

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    • (Ayyy, Terrence and Ludvig were colleagues.)

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    • (Is the Moon called Luna in the Alien universe too?)

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    • (Yes.)

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    • (Ah, didn't know.)

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    • (It's called Luna in real life too.)

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    • (Luna is the Latin name. Its official English name is just the Moon.)

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    • Stan (gasping): What... what the fuck was that?

      González (gasping): We gotta call for help... We won't last long with that thing running around. The comms centre--we have to get to the comms centre.

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    • Peter:
      Agreed. If we can inform the feds, they'll get hazard containment in here, and kill that thing.

      (Are they still called Feds?)

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    • Stan: Well, if we want to reach the comms room we'll have to use one of the transit cars. Let's just hope that thing doesn't follow us...

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    • González begins to run, but Peter grabs him, cupping over his mouth, stopping him.

      Peter_(whispering):
      Haven't you noticed? That thing has only ever attacked us when there's been noise. We stay quiet, and out of sight, and we'll be fine.
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    • Terrence reached a junction and peered round. Down the corridor, three raiders - each holding a shotgun - were walking away from him, and he waited for them to pass before moving. As he watched, a loose vent on the ceiling fell away and a pair of black arms reached down, grabbing one of the raiders and pulling him in before his friends had time to react. At this point, they started running down the corridor, and Terrence took the chance to quietly walk past the passageway.

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    • Stan (whispering): This way. Follow me.

      The group starts walking down the corridor, coming across the bodies of two raiders, then a bloody vent. Stan finds two shotguns.

      Stan: González, Ludvig, take these two shotguns. They've only got a few rounds left, but they'll get the job done.

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    • Ludvig: Thank you, friend, but that won't be necessary.

      He pats the crossbow he still has in his hands.

      Ludvig: This will suffice. You, take the shotgun instead.

      He hands the shotgun to Peter.

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    • Peter:
      Appreciated. We should keep moving, though; that thing's been here.

      He motions to the two bodies, which were obviously killed by the Xeno.

      Suddenly, there is a small shuffling sound.

      Peter:
      Wait- What was that? It didn't sound alien...
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    • Terrence lifts the fire extinguisher and squeezes, and a burst of frigid water hit Peter in the face. He made as though to start running, but when he saw that Peter wasn't skeletal, 7 feet tall nor spitting acid, he stopped, turned, and rushed back to Peter.

      Terrence: Woah, sorry about that! Thought you were that... thing. I found this works pretty well against it - doesn't like the cold or the water, I guess.

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    • Stan: Who are you?

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    • Terrence pushes back his glasses on his nose.

      Terrence: Doctor Richard Terrence, San Cristobal. My colleagues and I used the ambulance shuttles to escape. And you are?

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    • Stan: Stanley Howard, engineer. I was repairing one of the transit cars when this whole thing started.

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    • Ludvig comes forward.

      Ludvig: Terrence? It's good to see that you're safe!

      He shakes Terrence's hand.

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    • Terrence: You too, Ludvig. How did you escape the tower?

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    • Ludvig: It was not too difficult, really. The alien seems to ignore synthetics. I was able to walk right out the door.

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    • Stan: So you two know each other, huh? We're trying to get to the comms centre. Wanna come with us, Terrence? We could use your help.

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    • Terrence: It looks like you're my only option.

      He begins walking with the group, and approaches Peter.

      Terrence: Again, I apologise. I hope I didn't cause too much of a shock... So what is that thing? I saw it grab a grown man by the shoulders and pull him into the vent in a the blink of an eye.

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    • Stan: Your guess is as good as mine. Standard weapons don't seem to affect it much, but it does seem like it's afraid of fire.

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    • (Sean, since your char's name is Johnson, I recommend you do this sometime in the RP:

      Johnson activates his flamethrower, scaring the Xenomorph and forcing it to go into the vents.

      Johnson: Oh I know what the Xenos like.

      :P )

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    • (But what if that isn't his personality?)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:

      Sean4333 wrote:
      Johnson: Food, huh?  That's it.  Food.  Alright.  This way.

      He talks to himself and laughs sporadically as he leads them through the corridors towards a large aquarium.

      Johnson: Pretty, eh?  Pretty fish, fish, fish.   Gorgeous, ain't ya?  Gorgeous.

      He sprays the glass with his flamethower and boils the water.

      Johnson: Now they're not!!!   (Maniacal laughing)

      He pulls one of the boiled fish out and eats it whole.  

      Johnson: Alright, you all get a half.

      (Oh, he knows what the survivors like.)

      (Beat you to it, Cool :P )

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    • González: Come on, we can't stay here. We have to get to the transit station.

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    • Peter:
      Sounds good. We move quick and quiet. Since you're coming with, Terrence, grab whatever you need and get ready.
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    • Commando Trooper
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    • Terrence picked up the extinguisher from where he had put it down and checked the pouch containing medical supplies on his belt, then began walking through towards the door. A hiss came from the corridor behind them, and he rushed through, followed by González.

      Terrence: Do you think that thing saw us?

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (But what if that isn't his personality?)

      (Most of Sean's chars have that personality.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote: Johnson: Food, huh?  That's it.  Food.  Alright.  This way.

      He talks to himself and laughs sporadically as he leads them through the corridors towards a large aquarium.

      Johnson: Pretty, eh?  Pretty fish, fish, fish.   Gorgeous, ain't ya?  Gorgeous.

      He sprays the glass with his flamethower and boils the water.

      Johnson: Now they're not!!!   (Maniacal laughing)

      He pulls one of the boiled fish out and eats it whole.  

      Johnson: Alright, you all get a half.

      (Fits that personality well, doesn't it?)

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    • Stan: I don't know. Let's just keep moving.

      Stan closes the door behind him.

      González: Shit...

      There is movement in the vents above the group.

      Stan: The transit station is just up ahead! Run for it!

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    • Out of a vent, a survivor drops. He is covered in blood and his clothes are ragged.

      Survivor: Don't go there...

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    • The group starts running down the corridor, ignoring the survivor. A transit car can be seen up ahead.

      Stan: There's the transit station! Go, go, go! Don't look back!

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    • (Welcome, to Xenomorph Park!

      Seriously, though, nice avatar, CT :P )

      Peter breaks into a sprint, realising his mistake only after he does so: right between him and the transit car is an opening in the vents. Too late to stop now, Peter has only one insane hope left: he has to outrun the Alien...

      He can hear whumping and clanging, as the Alien follows him in the vents above. It's gaining on him!

      Feeling a rush of adrenaline, terror and relief all at once, Peter passes under the open vent. No hands reaching out at him. No spiked tail dropping out of the vent.

      Peter keeps running, as the transit car is his only option. Behind him he hears the distinctive sound of the Alien dropping out of the vent. This was it; the end. It had to be.

      The hiss would come any moment, followed by several footsteps in quick succession, and then he'd die.... There were no two ways about it.

      And yet... Nothing. He couldn't hear the Alien doing anythi-

      Suddenly, a searing pain swept across his lower back, and his legs stopped moving...

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    • The Xenomorph, having stabbed Peter with its tail, is about to take his victim away. But right before he can do that, a piece of metal hits its head. The alien staggers, hissing, and looks up. Standing there is Ludvig, holding his crossbow in on hand, Johnson's makeshift flamethrower in the other.

      Ludvig: Get him out of there! I'll distract the alien.

      As the others scramble to pull Peter to the railway car, the Xenomorph approaches Ludvig. However, a spray with the flamethrower keeps it at distance. The beast screeches angrily, but doesn't dare to attack.

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    • Peter:
      I- It's ok, I'm fine!

      He tries to stand up, but his legs don't comply.

      Peter:
      What?! What the fuck? I CAN'T MOVE MY FUCKING LEGS!

      The Xenomorph, hearing the noise seems to sniff the air. Then, it hisses at its synthetic aggressor, Ludvig, before turning away, looking directly at the transit car full of helpless potential victims. It then breaks into a sprint for the transit car.

      González:
      Shit!

      Peter uses one hand to pull himself up to the height of the transit controls, and slams his other fist into the 'GO' button.

      González:
      But Ludvig!
      Peter:
      Ludvig!? What about-

      They are interrupted by a massive bang, as the Xeno runs right into the closing doors. Its shoulders don't make it through, but its head does. It hisses, and opens its mouth, revealing its inner jaws.

      It is about to bite González, but Peter strikes first, pulling his revolver out and shooting the inner jaws. The Alien recoils with a hiss, and the doors slam shut.

      Peter:
      I got you, you son of a...

      Peter passes out.

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    • Stan: Peter? Peter?!

      González: We gotta go back and help Ludvig!

      Stan: With that thing out there? No, man, I ain't going back!

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    • Ludvig: Back off, you monster!

      Ludvig throws the flamethrower at the Xenomorph. The thing explodes, and flames spread over the Alien. The beast screeches and desparately tries to put the flames out. Immediately, Ludvig turns around and dashes after the transit car. However, the wagon is faster than him, so in the end, Ludvig is running through a dark tunnel.

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    • Terrence tears Peter's shirt from the rip, exposing the wound, and reached into his medical pouch. He took a small tube and a bandage from it, applying the ointment in the former on the area around the wound, before wrapping the bandage around it.

      Terrence: Sorry, I didn't manage to pack much in. Somehow, I didn't expect that I'd have to run from an acid-spitting alien...

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    • González approaches the main console at the front of the car and hits one of the buttons. The transit car stops moving.

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    • In the distance, Ludvig registers the sound of the transit car screeching to a halt. Relieved, he catches up to the vehicle. After climbing in, he immediately turns to Gonzalez, who is standing the closest to the console.

      Ludvig: Start it up again. The alien might be right behind us.

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    • Minutes later, the transit car comes to a stop at the transit station of the Lorenz Systech Spire.

      González: Alright, somebody's gonna have to stay here with Peter while the rest of us go to the comms centre.

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    • (K den.)

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    • (Okay, nobody seems to know what to do/be interested in this. Shall we end this RP so we can do the one with the Colonial Marines, or should I just give up on these Alien RPs? :/ ) 

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    • Name: Sven Johansen

      Age: 31

      Profession: Pilot

      Equipment: Handgun, Wrench, Flashlight, Shovel.

      Notes: Sven Johansen is a freelance pilot, working wherever work can be found. At the time of the Xenomorph breakout, Sven had docked his ship at Sevastopol and was restocking on supplies. Due to "security reasons", Sven was not allowed to leave Sevastopol. He did however manage to grab some basic equipment from the ship before it was put in quarantine, such as a wrench and his beloved shovel. Sven then knocked out the guard that was supposed to escort him to a safe room, stealing a handgun and a flashlight from him, not wanting to risk being trapped anywhere. However, he also have other reasons to flee the authorities......

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    • Just as the survivors leave the transit car, with Terrence in the lead, a man jumps out of a corner and smacks a shovel into Terrence's face. Terrence falls to the ground, unconscious. The man proceeds to run away from the rest of the group.

      Unknown man: You won't catch me you damn raiders!

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    • González: Wait! Come back! We're not raiders! We just want to get to the comms centre!

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    • The man stops and turns. He holds a pistol aimed at the group.

      Unknown man: Oh really? Prove it!

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    • Stan points to Ludvig.

      Stan: Ludvig here is a synthetic. Do you really think he'd be helping a group of robbers?

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    • The unknown man slowly lowers his gun.

      Unknown man: What have I gotten myself into? Fine, I believe you! I am Sven Johansen, freelancing pilot.

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    • Stan: A pilot? But you had to come here on a ship, right? Where is it?

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    • Sven: Locked down in quarantine, I am afraid. Those idiot "security" won't even let me look at it. That's why I am here. Better to take my chances alone than together with incompetent morons, right?

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    • Stan: Yeah, I've heard bad things about those Working Joes. They've locked the comms centre as well, so we'll have to find an alternate route. Let's get moving.

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    • Peter:
      You guys might as well just leave me. I'm only ever gonna slow you down, unless someone can magically reattach my spinal cord...
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    • Sven grabs a chair close to him.

      Sven: I have some duct tape. If you guys get some wheels we can make a wheelchair for your injured pal. What happened to him?

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    • Peter:
      That thing sliced through my spine, and now I can't move my damn legs. Ludvig could probably patch me up, but there're no tools for him to operate with.
      González:
      You wouldn't happen to know where any are, would you?
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    • Sven: Sorry, but I only got here a few days ago. I know nothing about this place, and now it might become my grave.

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    • Ludvig: If we could get this transit car to San Cristobal, maybe we could acquire some operating tools. But even then, the chance it will work is very slim. Our newcomer is right, a wheelchair would be thr best solution for now. Or maybe some kind of pneumatic frame...

      Ludvig starts talking in himself, considering different ways of assembling an exoskeleton.

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    • González: Okay, Ludvig, but we'll have to split up. Take a transit car and go with Peter, Terrence and Johnson to San Cristobal. Stan, Sven, you guys come with me. We'll try to reestablish comms.

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    • Ludvig: Very well. Then we will do it that way. But for now, Peter, I will carry you. After all, I am a Synthetic.

      He suddenly turns to Sven.

      Ludvig: Oh, where have my manners gone! I am Ludvig Eriksen, I'm a Hyperdyne Systems Model 252-E Synthetic. It is a pleasure to meet you.

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    • Sven: Nice to meet you too Ludvig. How about we get going now. I don't want to stay here longer than I need to, not with raiders around every corner, and that, that thing out there.

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    • González: Keep an eye out for that creature, guys. Good luck.

      González, Sven and Stan head for the comms centre.

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    • Terrence stops Ludvig, to check Peter's wound, before re-bandaging it and setting off with the others.

      Terrence: The wound is clean, and I'll have to change the dressing frequently; fortunately, I took as many supplies as possible before I fled the Facility... Now Peter, I believe you have a revolver? Are you in any fit position to aim it, or would it be better in Ludvig's hands?

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    • Ludvig: I have one of my own, thank you.

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    • (*cough* Necromancy *cough*)

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    • (*cough*We intentionally ended this RP to start Bug Hunt you skrub*cough*)

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    • (Ikr.)

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    • (Umm... what? Do you know what "ikr" stands for?)

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    • (I know right. I purposely necromanced this thread)

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    • (And I'm saying the thread didn't die of inactivity; we ended it intentionally.

      And "I know right" means "I was aware of this knowledge, and agree with your conclusion".)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      González: Okay, Ludvig, but we'll have to split up. Take a transit car and go with Peter, Terrence and Johnson to San Cristobal. Stan, Sven, you guys come with me. We'll try to reestablish comms.

      (Just to remind everyone of what we were doing.)

      Stan, Sven and González arrive at a large room. On the other side of the room is an elevator, which leads directly to the comms centre. As they walk towards the lift, the trio comes under fire from a balcony on the right side of the room.

      Stan: Raiders! Take cover!

      González fires his revolver at the raiders, and nails one in the chest, causing him to fall off the balcony. He then dives behind a seat and reloads the revolver.

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    • Ludvig enters San Cristobal, with Peter on his back.

      Ludvig: My operating room is up here. The elevators have stopped working, so we will have to take the stairs.

      The group heads up the stairs, and through the maze of hallways and corridors. finally, they reach an operating room that seemingly has been turned into a laboratory, with all sorts of contraptions sprewn around the room.

      Ludvig: I, ah, I used this room to craft various inventions after the chaos ensued. This crossbow was one of the results.

      He puts Peter down on a table in the middle of the room, gathers some tools, and begins his work.

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    • González peeks out of cover and fires again at the raiders, killing another one. The two remaining raiders, who have run out of ammo, flee.

      González: Go! Into the elevator, before they come back!

      The trio sprints to elevator and steps inside. Moments later, the lift stops, and the door opens, revealing a Working Joe sitting behind a desk.

      Working Joe: Hello. What can I help you with?

      Stan: We want access to the comms centre.

      Working Joe: It is just down that corridor. But I am afraid it is a restricted area. Why not ask me about Sevastopol's safety protocols instead?

      The trio ignores the android and begins walking down the corridor.

      Stan (muttering): Damn Joes...

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    • Name: Varun Sharma

      Age: 37 (excluding hypersleep), 42 (including hypersleep)

      Profession: Scientist

      Equipment: Bolt Gun, flashlight, knife

      Biography: Varun was a scientist working on Sevastopol station, creating new technology for use with the station's crew. When the Xenomorph attacked, Varun managed to take his newly made Bolt gun, his flashlight and a knife, and proceeded to go to the comms station, hoping to send a message to any nearby ships to inform of the situation...

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    • The Working Joe gets up, it's eyes red in color now.

      Working Joe: You have violated the station's guidelines and are entering a restricted area. I have no choice but to stop you...

      The Working Joe begins to advance at the trio, when a sound is heard behind the Working Joe. It turns, only to be hit with a bolt at the head, killing it. A human comes out from the dark, reloading a bolt gun, aimed at González

      Varun: Tell me who the hell are you, or I'm splattering your brains out.

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    • González puts his hands in the air.

      González: We're just some guys trying to reestablish comms. We don't want any trouble. Can you help us get past the Joes?

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    • Varun: I'll... try. This thing doesn't have much rounds left.

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    • Stan walks up to the door to the comms centre.

      Stan: It's locked. But I know a way around. Follow me.

      Stan crouches down and enters a vent next to the door.

      Stan: Come on. But keep quiet. There are still Joes around.

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    • Ludvig: Done. I believe the surgery was a success. We cannot be certain until he awakes again, though. Time will tell.

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    • The group continues moving through the vents until they reach an exit. As they step outside the vent, they notice two Working Joes guarding the elevator to the main comms room.

      Stan: Okay, I can knock one of them out with my shotgun, but you're gonna have to take care of the other, newcomer.

      Stan approaches the two androids. Surprisingly, their eyes aren't red, and they calmly walk up to him.

      Working Joe: Good day. This is a restricted area. Please turn around and leave, or we will be forced to stop you.

      Stan quickly raises his shotgun and blasts the android's head. The other one's eyes turn red, and he charges at the group.

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    • Varun: Fucking Joes...

      Varun charges the Bolt Gun, backing off a little as the Joe approaches him. Upon full charge, the bolt strikes the Joe's head at high velocity, instantly killing it.

      Varun: Damn, that was close.

      He reloads the gun.

      Varun: Just try to get detected by as few Joes as possible, this thing isn't gonna shoot bolts forever. By the way, what are your names?

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    • Stan: I'm Stanley, he's Sven and he's González.

      He gestures to Sven and González as he says this.

      Stan: What's yours?

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    • Varun: Name's Varun, worked as a scientist here, before that thing attacked. I'm just a crazy survivor now.

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    • González: So are we.

      González presses the call button, and the elevator starts descending to their position. Once it arrives, the group steps inside and Stan hits the button.

      Stan: This is it. There's gonna be a ton of Joes up there, but try to be stealthy. We don't want to waste too much ammo.

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    • The elevator reaches the top, and the group come out. They spot a lone Working Joe in a small room, where tools are stored.

      Varun: Shall we just lock it inside, or blast that Joe and check for any weapons inside?

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    • González: If we close the door, it'll hear, and possibly alert the others. We keep moving quietly and ignore him.

      The group walks past the door without being spotted by the Joe. As soon as they reach the main comms room, they crouch down behind a desk. The room is massive, and is filled with windows overlooking the gas giant. Several Joes are there, working on consoles.

      Stan: Okay, just keep low and follow me. I know where we can send a message.

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    • Varun finds a .357 revolver fallen down, next to a corpse, possibly a raider.

      Varun: Hey, Stan, take this revolver. You can't find shotgun rounds here now.

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    • Stan nods and takes the revolver.

      Stan (whispering): Follow me.

      The group continues moving until they reach a console on the other side of the room.

      Stan (whispering): Give me a few seconds to align the dish, and then we can send a message to outer space. Keep an eye on the Joes. So far they've been too busy to notice us.

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    • After about a minute or two, Varun spots a Joe coming towards them. Soon, he sees another, and another, and more. A total of about 5 Joes come near them.

      Varun: Shit, we need to escape, fast! They've found us.

      Suddenly they hear a sound. A sound of many footsteps together. The intensity increases...

      Varun mutters to himself

      Varun: Goddammit...

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    • (The Alien isn't here. Last time we saw him, he was in a completely different tower, and we used the transit cars to escape. There's no way it could get to this part of the station that fast.)

      All the lights on the console are suddenly turned off.

      Stan: Dammit! They shut down the system!

      González: Doesn't matter now, we have to get to the elevator!

      The Joes walk closer to the group.

      Joe: You should not be here. This area is restricted by order of APOLLO.

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    • (I edited it.)

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    • The group sprints towards the elevator whilst firing at the Joes. Once they arrive, Stan presses the button. However, a Joe stretches its right arm and grabs González's jacket, preventing the door from closing.

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    • Varun: Fuck.

      He kicks the Joe's hand repeatedly, but it won't move. He takes his knife and stabs it near the elbow, causing the Joe to pull out its arm, enabling the doors to close. It bangs on the doors, but to no avail.

      Varun: So, we're stuck on this piece of junk and can't radio anybody. Great.

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    • Stan: The other members of our group are currently at San Cristobal. We can take a transit car to the Scimed Tower and meet up with them. Maybe they've figured out a way to get off this station.

      The elevator doors open, and the group walks out.

      Stan: Let's go, before more Joes arrive.

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    • Name: Zane Crelik

      Age: 25 biological (37 chronological)

      Profession: U.S. Marine of the  United States Colonial Marine Corps

      Rank: Major

      Equipment: M3 pattern personal armor, M3 pattern personal helmet, M41A pulse rifle, M4 pistol, a personal revolver, and miscellaneous gear. (Most of this is locked in the Sevastopol armory) 

      Biography: Zane Crelik is a MSF Colonial Marine who has spent his entire adult life in the Marines.

      He was unfortunate enough to be spending what brief shore leave he had on Sevastopol at the time the Xenomorph outbreak occured. 

      With the entirety of his squad either dead or spread out his mission is to regroup and escape by any means necessary. 

      Notes: Zane is a very intelligent and thoughtful person contrasting with the sterotype of Marines. He takes great pride in his profession. In his youth he was a bit of a nerd and despite being a full fledged Marine a tiny bit of that part of himself remains. 

      Zane Crelik is a capable pilot, combatant, and tactician

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    • Zane starred intently down the dark hallway. There hadn't been any commotion for a while now, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the moment he went to gear up he'd be attacked by a bandit or something that goes bump in the black. 

      "Now or never," he whispered to himself. 

      He slowly and quietly made his way to the armory door. A station security guard was slumpt against the wall with a gaping hole in his forehead. Zane shivered. He took the dead man's key card and opened the armory. 

      He quickly sweapt it with his flashlight and closed the door behind himself. All the lockers were empty with several having their doors bashed in. 

      "Damn," he whisperd to himself. With the armory ransacked, all he had was the cloths on his back, the contents of his rucksack, a flashlight, and his personal Smith & Wesson R8 revolver. 

      Between an almost full cylinter and the four speed loaders he had on his belt he had a total of thirty-nine rounds of ammunition. 

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (Why hasn't Ludvig gone rogue like the rest of the station's androids?)

      (He probably had his own password that was uniec.)

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    • (I can retcon Zane's gear to make it fit better with the time and setting if it is deemed necessary.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (Why hasn't Ludvig gone rogue like the rest of the station's androids?)

      (Ludvig is a Hyperdyne Systems Synthetic bought by Seegson to serve as a surgeon, not a Working Joe. Therefore, he doesn't take orders from APOLLO.)

      The group boards a transit car and heads to the Scimed Tower. Moments later, the car stops, and the survivors step out. They walk down a long corridor and take an elevator to San Cristobal. Once they arrive at the medical facility, they enter Ludvig's room.

      Stan: Joes got the comms centre locked up. We can't send the message. This is Varun, by the way. We found him while trying to get past the Joes.

      He gestures to Varun as he says this. He then turns to Ludvig.

      Stan: How's Peter?

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    • (Thel, I doubt he'd have his military gear with him on shore leave.)

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    • (Who needs military gear? just get me a large kitchen knife with great quality stainless steel and I could get any mission done.)

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    • (I've retconned and updated my initial post. See above. Does anyone have personal communications akin to cell phones or walkie talkies in the Aliens universe?)

      Zane opened the armory door and peered out. He exited and slowly made his way back the way he came. He held onto the security guard's card key though, just in case. 

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    • (Cell phones are like knifes, their one of those rare items that once invented will never be obsolete. Though the form may change. Only thing that can replace cell phones is computer to brain implants. I would never use them though, I believe their evil.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (I've retconned and updated my initial post. See above. Does anyone have personal communications akin to cell phones or walkie talkies in the Aliens universe?)

      (In the universe, of course. Here, no. We may find them soon though.

      And Stars, please stop with the off-topic and irrelevant posts.)

      Stan: Ludvig?

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    • Varun: Who are these guys? More survivors?

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    • Ludvig looks up as Stan and the others walk in.

      Ludvig: Ah, Stan! You found another survivor, I see.

      Ludvig gestures at Peter, who was put under narcose for the operation.

      Ludvig: As far as I can tell, Peter will be fine. The operation was a success. However, I do not know how damaged his nervous system is. It might be possible that this operation had no effect. We can only find out when he awakes again.

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    • Varun: Whatever happened to him?

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    • Ludvig: The Alien severed his spinal cord. I performed surgery to try and reattach it. Only time will tell if it worked, however.

      Ludvig steps closer and shakes Varun's hand.

      Ludvig: I am Ludvig Eriksen, Hyperdyne Systems Model 252-E Synthetic. It is a pleasure to meet you.

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    • Varun: The pleasure is mine. I'm Varun Sharma, scientist. Do you, by any chance, have any ammunition for a bolt gun. Or a .357 Revolver?

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    • Zane found a wall mounted intercom and dialed the quarters that his squad had rented out. No connection just static. 

      "Terrific," he muttered. 

      "Are lost?" a white faced synthetic worker slowly approached him from behind. 

      "No, but this intercom won't work. Can you fix it?"

      "You are not supposed to be here."

      "What?"

      The android grabbed Zane's left arm and started reaching for his throat. In a flash, Zane had his revolver up and under the synth's chin. He pulled the trigger. The synth's head exploaded in a cloud of white lubricant. 

      "Damnit!" he swore as he wrested his arm free. He took a moment to catch his breath. He heard a loud thump. 

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    • Stan peeks out of the room and stares nervously down the corridor.

      Stan: I don't like this place. Lots of dead bodies. And what's with all the exploded chests?

      González: Well, we can't leave until Peter wakes up. We better take a look around and see what we can scavenge.

      Stan: Yeah.

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    • Zane crawled under a desk and held his breath. The xenomorph entered the room and sniffed the air. It paused and walked over to the recently deaceased android. 

      The creature looked vaguely insectoid and was huge. As the monster moved and sniffed its feet clicked quietly against the floor. How could something so big most so quietly?

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    • Stan walks out the door and enters the room on the other side of the hall. He opens one of the lockers next to a messy desk and begins searching for supplies. Suddenly, he hears a strange noise behind him and turns around.

      Stan: That's weird... González, have you found anything?

      González (from other room): Nah, just a bunch of medical documents and briefcases.

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    • Ludvig: Oh, don't bother with looking for supplies on this floor. I already used everything that was of any use while I used this place as hideout.

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    • The animal part of Zane's brain wanted nothing more than to burst from hiding and run away screaming. But that would be almost certain death. He had no way of knowing how fast or powerful that thing was but the claws and sharp tail would be more than enough to rip his unarmored form to shreds. 

      He breathed ever so slowly and held his breath again heart pounding in his chest like an enraged gorilla. 

      The xenomorph was not leaving though. It knew something was here. The loud noise and the recently killed android was more than enough evidence. It began looking under furniture. 

      Zane looked down at his revolver still clenched in his right fist and saw that his hand was shaking. 

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    • Stan: We might still be able to find food though. Or any clue about what that creature is.

      González walks in.

      González: Well, I did find this.

      He holds up a chocolate bar.

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    • Loud noises echoed down the corridors and through the vents. The creature raised and cocked its head listening. It decided that its prospects were better with this new sound source and lept into a ventilation duct. 

      Zane slumped back relieved. He crawled out from under the desk and started walking. 

      "Find the boys, get off this tub. Find the boys, get off this tub. Simple right?" he said to himself. 

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    • As the group leaves the room, González begins eating the chocolate bar.

      Stan: You know, I could've sworn I heard something move behind all that paperwork on the desk. Maybe I'm just getting paranoid.

      He closes the door behind them, just to be sure.

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    • (Cue the face huggers.)

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    • Varun: Here. I found some cookie packs.

      Varun passes them to the others.

      (Wait, does Ludvig eat anything?)

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    • (No.)

      Stan looks back at the door, and catches a glimpse of a tan spider-like creature jumping in front of the small window.

      Stan: Did you see that?! There's something alive in there!

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    • Varun: The hell? *quickly turns around and aims his bolt gun* How does it look like?

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    • Zane made it to a public area and started looking for a way to the level above him. Lift would be way too loud and he would almost certainly be killed by the monster or anything else that decided to check it out. 

      "Got to be a service tube around here somewhere," he muttered. 

      As he searched, he came across a number of bodies. Variety of death seemed to range from stabbing, to blunt trauma, to gunshot wounds. Then he spotted one of his fellow Marines. It was Pvt. Charlie Petrenko. He appeared to have been killed by a shotgun blast to the chest. 

      Zane knelt over him, closed his eyes, and retrieved his dogtags. 

      "Don't worry Pvt., everything is going to be alright." He rose and brushed away a single tear before steeling himself and returning to the task at hand. 

      Ten minutes or so later, he discovered a hatch to a service passage. The hatch had been opened already and not closed correctly. This was going to be fun. Zane drew his revolver, took out his flashlight and entered the service way. 

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    • Ludvig: It appears to be vaguely crab-like, with a long tail. It is a safe bet to assume it is offspring of the Alien.

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    • González: So let's kill it while we've got a chance. Stan, you have the shotgun.

      Stan nods and picks up his shotgun from a nearby stretcher.

      Stan: Just watch my back, guys.

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    • Sven: Hang on! If that's something related to the monster killing everyone, then you shouldn't go alone.

      Sven takes a fresh magazine and loads his pistol with it. In his other hand, he picks up his flashlight.

      Sven: Like it or not, I'm coming with you.

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    • Stan slowly approaches the window and looks inside the room. The creature is nowhere to be seen. He turns to his companions, cocks his shotgun, and gestures for them to open the door.

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    • Zane finally found that ladder that would lead him up to the next level. He holstered his weapon and put his flashlight in his mouth and began climbing. 

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    • Ludvig: Stop! Let me go in. If it truly is related to the Alien, it will not attack me.

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    • González: We have no idea what it's capable of, or if there are more of them. Besides, it will definitely attack you if it sees that you present a threat. I think it's best if all of us go in at the same time, and watch each other's backs. Stan's got the shotgun, so he'll take the front. Does anyone oppose this?

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    • Sven: Not me. If we can stop another killing machine from coming at us, then it's worth it.

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    • Terrence looks silently round at the group as González declares the plan, and lifts up his fire extinguisher - which he hopes will be useful against the new alien - to indicate that he's ready to proceed.

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    • Zane made his way to the next level and eventually found another service hatch. Just as he was about to attempt to open it a bunch of noisy people mostly armed ran down the hall. They appeared to be ransacking and murdering at will. 

      "Shit." 

      The racket they were making was sure to attract the monster. Sure enough, within a few minutes of the revelry's commencing a loud thump sounded outside and the screaming started. Zane retreated back into the service passages to wait this one out. 

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    • González hits the button next to the door, and the group enters the room. Stan shines his flashlight around, but no movement is seen yet.

      Stan (whispering): Watch every corner.

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    • Terrence takes a tentative step forward, staying beside the rest of the group. Suddenly, a faint scuttling is heard from the far side of the room.

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    • A Facehugger emerges from behind the desk on the far side of the room. The survivors take a moment to examine the creature, before it suddenly leaps at Stan. Stan instinctively fires his shotgun, tearing the Facehugger apart mid-air. Its yellow blood splatters all over the floor, and starts dissolving through it.

      Stan: See that? These things have some sort of acid blood.

      More scuttling is heard inside a vent directly above the group.

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    • Upon hearing the noise in the vents, Sven quickly aims up and shoots a few rounds into them. A low hiss is heard, and the noises stop.

      Sven: I think I got one.

      The vent opens, and two dead Facehuggers fall out. The group scatters to avoid the acidic blood.

      Sven: Correction. I got two.

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    • Varun: We gotta kill these things as few as possible, or else we're falling into space.

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    • (We're at the San Cristobal medical facility, which is located at the top of a tower. Unless the blood can dissolve through 40 floors, there's no risk of a hull breach.)

      González: Seal that vent, and watch out for more of them. I'll go check on Peter so we can get out of here.

      Before he leaves, he hands his revolver to Terrence.

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    • (Ah.)

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    • González enters the room where Johnson and Peter are.

      González: How's Peter?

      Johnson: Still unconscious. What happened? I heard gunshots.

      González: Apparently there's another type of Alien. They're smaller, and look like spiders with tails. We killed a bunch of them back there, and it's possible that they're using the vents to move around San Cristobal. Put Peter on a stretcher and follow me.

      Johnson nods, picks up Peter and lays him on a stretcher.

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    • (How shall we have Zane meet with the rest of the group?)

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    • (They can come across Zane when they leave San Cristobal.)

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    • Terrence takes the offered revolver and follows Johnson, as the stretcher is picked up and the group leaves the room.

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    • The group heads towards the elevator at the end of the hall. Suddenly, a Facehugger drops from a vent in front of them, and leaps at Johnson. González fires his revolver just in time, killing the creature mid-air. However, its acid blood splatters and lands on Johnson's chest, and starts burning through his rib cage. He falls backwards against a crate, and is immediately shot in the head by González. The rest of the group stares in shock.

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    • Sven: Why the hell did you shoot him?! Goddamn murderer!

      Sven lunges at González, pinning the man against a wall. With one arm, Sven holds González stuck, and with the other, he presses his pistol against González' forehead.

      Sven: Give me one damn reason I shouldn't blow your brains out like you did with him!

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    • González: What the fuck, man! Don't you see the huge yellow hole on his chest?! I merely put him out of his misery.

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    • Sven suddenly realises his mistake and releases González. The pilot falls down on his knees, gasping for air.

      Sven: I'm sorry. I just had a p-panic attack, t-that's all. I-it all just happened so fast. Sorry.

      Sven stands up and holsters his pistol. In disgust, he looks at Johnson's corpse.

      Sven: What do we do with him? We can't bring him with us.

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    • González: Just take his supplies and leave him here. Sven, if we want to get through this hell in one piece, you're gonna have to get your shit together.

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    • Zane entered his squad's rented quarters. The place was a mess. Completely ransacked. In the corner sat a body. Pistol in one hand and blood and brain on the wall. 

      "Polaski?"

      The body belonged to Private First Class Nick Polaski. He found a video recorder lying about a meter from Polaski's body. 

      Zane took the recorder's disk and put it into the room's media terminal. It was a video. Polaski's suicide note.

      "The others ran off. Some disappeared. Others were gone when it began. It's too fucking dangerous out there! That thing, I saw it tear five men apart in less than thirty seconds. Just ripped 'em apart like paper. It puts these lobster things on people too. I saw. One unlucky son of a bitch have one of those face humping things latch on. It didn't budge no matter what his buddies tried. 

      I'm not getting off this tub. And that monster isn't going to get me. If any of the rest of the guys see this thank you and I'm sorry. You especially Major. You were my family. But that thing isn't going to get me. No sir. If I'm going to die out here I'm doing it on my own terms. If you're not one of the boys and you see this, than I'm sorry man but you're fucked. Just accept it and get it over with.

      This is Private First Class Nicholas Polaski, signing off."

      And with that, Polaski put his pistol to his head and fired. The video recorder fell from his hand and rolled to its final resting position and apparently had run out of battery.

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    • Stan searches Johnson's body and finds some revolver ammo. He then follows the group to the elevator at the end of the hall, and once everyone is on it, he presses the button.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      The group heads towards the elevator at the end of the hall. Suddenly, a Facehugger drops from a vent in front of them, and leaps at Johnson. González fires his revolver just in time, killing the creature mid-air. However, its acid blood splatters and lands on Johnson's chest, and starts burning through his rib cage. He falls backwards against a crate, and is immediately shot in the head by González. The rest of the group stares in shock.

      (He missed his dialogue :( .)

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    • The elevator reaches its destination, and the group exits, with Peter on the stretcher. As they pass by the nearby quarters, they hear a voice inside the room. It is very faint, as if it is coming from an old recording. Then, they hear a faint gunshot. Stan motions to the others to stop, and prepares to enter the room with his shotgun raised.

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    • (What? Of course not! they were in the room when Johnson was killed! Think, Thel: when have we seen someone speaking over a recording followed by a gunshot?)

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    • Zane slumped in the chair and put his face in his hands. Tears in his eyes he looked over at the corpse. 

      "Why Private? Where'd I go wrong? You were made of stronger stuff than the man in that vid."

      He retrieved Polaski's dogtags and took his pistol and ammo. 

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    • (I missread the original post. Sorry.)

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    • Stan enters the room and aims his shotgun at Zane.

      Stan: Put your hands in the air and turn around!

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    • Zane started at the intrusion and with no other viable option complied. 

      "There's nothing here. Everything's been ransacked. You might have better luck with the quarters next door."

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    • Stan lowers his shotgun slightly.

      Stan: You know a way off the station?

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    • Ludvig: If he knew a way off the station, he would probably already have used it.

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    • "I am Major Zane Crelik of the USC Marine Corps. My squad is scattered. I have two confirmed dead and have no way of telling the status of the rest. I only want to find my men and get of this tub. 

      If it interests you, I am a capable pilot. Could probably figure out anything they have docked at the moment that hasn't already blown up or been taken."

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      Ludvig: If he knew a way off the station, he would probably already have used it.

      (Or not. He might know about a way off, but still be on his way to it. Alternatively, he could be looking for friends or family.)

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    • "May I turn around?" Zane said. 

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    • (Ludvig's a Synthetic, he thinks with cold logic. He can't really comprehend "human" factors such as loyalty to friends.)

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    • Stan: Alright. We help you find your squad, and you help us find a ship. We could use some jarheads, especially with that monster on the loose.

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    • Zane relaxed and walked over to his footlocker. Fortunately, it hadn't been broken. He took the key from his pocket and opened the locker. He retrieved a small duffel bag with some personal effects and miscellaneous objects. 

      "Alright. I am armed. Got a personal revovler and... Polaski's pistol," he said gesturing to the body. Let's go."

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    • Stan: So where do we start looking?

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    • "Our transport shuttle docked in hanger B. The rest of my men are probably working their way towards that hangar. Our shuttle is still there to the best of my knowledge.

      Of course it doesn't have any kind of long range capacity or even statis units. But one step at a time.

      We can't stay here and I can't ask you to risk your lives in for my squad. We'll secure the shuttle and then I will try to round up as many of my people as possible. Then we disembark and figure out our long term solution." 

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    • Ludvig: I feel obliged to express my concerns about the risks of this plan. The chances that your subordinates are still alive are minuscule.

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    • Stan: Well, from what I've heard, all hangars have been closed and are being guarded by the Joes, so if we want to get to that shuttle, we're going to need more firepower.

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    • Sven clears his throat.

      Sven: That's funny. I happen to have a perfectly good ship which is outfitted with everything we need to take us out of here and to the closest space station not inhabited by a monster out to kill us as brutally as possible.

      Sven stares for a bit at Zane, slightly frustrated over the Marine's suggestion. He then ignores the matter and turns to the rest of the group.

      Sven: Yes, it is still locked down by the Working Joes, but since they're quite possibly the dumbest beings in this galaxy, I believe it should be fairly easy to sneak aboard without being noticed. Once we're on my ship, we can leave this hellhole. Any objections?

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    • "Marines do not leave comrades behind. If all I end up with is a ring of dogtags it will still be better than knowing I might have abandoned someone. 

      I won't ask you to risk yourselves if you feel the need to leave now than so be it. If you're willing to at least wait for a while upon securing a way off this station you will have my undying gratitude." 

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    • (Did Sven mention the ship earlier?)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      Stan: A pilot? But you had to come here on a ship, right? Where is it?


      Inquisitor01 wrote:
      Sven: Locked down in quarantine, I am afraid. Those idiot "security" won't even let me look at it. That's why I am here. Better to take my chances alone than together with incompetent morons, right?

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    • "You," Zane pointed at Ludvig. "Have you ever met a Devil Dog? Can you quantify tenacity? Though my man there gave up there are over a half-dozen more with an astonishing ability to survive agains the odds."

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    • Ludvig: I am a Synthetic owned by the San Cristobal hospital. I have never left this station. I do not know what you mean by "Devil Dog", but I do know that this Alien has single-handedly turned Sevastopol to chaos and killed innumerable amounts of people. I fail to see why your subordinates would be any different. They have no equipment to fend it off.

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    • (Seriously, what the hell do you mean by Devil Dog? Are you referring to the Yautja's Hellhounds?)

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    • (Devil Dog is a title beloning to the current United States Marine Corps. They got the name from the Germans back in World War I because of how loud and ferocious they were in combat. That's the story at least. It stands to reason that USC marines would keep the nickname.)

      Zane exited the crew quarters and looked about. "Well doctor, you should know that in the case of a Marine, he is the weapon. Anything else is just a tool.

      We are thinking a little too far ahead. I suggest we implement survivor's rules. We won't think about who will and will not go until we actually have escape within our grasp."

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    • (Right, the Marines are weapons. Great weapons against a creature that they have never seen before and additionally is nearly invulnerable to anything on Sevastopol. What're they gonna do, bleed on it?)

      Ludvig: I am sorry, Major, but you are not in charge. I would aid you, but it is not worth the risk. We are already losing fellow survivors just by trying to escape. We cannot possibly find six men in this station.

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    • (You have to understand Marine mentality. They'd hold the line even if they knew they'd die doing it. Zane needs to hold onto something to keep himself going. Yes you do have a point Red but this is a character and I'm trying to make him at least somewhat authentic.)

      "I get the whole cutting loses thing. I'll go with you. Help you acquire a ride. But after that, I will try to confirm the status of my men with or without you. 

      I won't even try to stop you from leaving without me. In any event, setting up a potential escape route with a group seems to give me better chances of both short and long term survival."

      Zane examined a wall mounted map of the station. "Well this is certainly useless. I don't suppose any of you have access to a map of the maintainance ways?"

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    • Varun: Um.. no, I guess?

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    • Zane: "Well we obviously can't go through the front door of one of those hangars. One of those, what did you call them? Joes almost strangled me to death."

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    • (Btw, the Germans never once called the US Marines Teufelshunde. I can guarantee you that that was nothing more than propaganda made up by the US government. As a matter of fact, the German soldiers were the fiercest force on the western front. The Wehrmacht's reputation of being invincible has its origins, you know.)

      Ludvig: The ventilation system will allow us to pass into the hangar without any trouble. The Working Joes might be Synthetics, but they are less intelligent than an average dog.

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    • (All I was doing was sharing a nickname that the United States Marine Corps currently uses. Whether or not the story surrounding its acquisition is true was not something I was debating.)

      Zane: "Can the joes use firearms?"

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    • Stan: No, but they have immense strength. One punch from them could probably break your skull and kill you instantly.

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    • (It is what I'm debating. It was 100% off-topic but idgaf.)

      Ludvig: Then again, so can I.

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    • Zane: "It occurs to me that I don't know any of your names. Care to tell me?"

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    • (Damn ninjas!)

      Stan: I'm Stanley, he's--

      Suddenly, a siren starts blaring, and the lights in the corridor turn red. A metallic clanging sound is heard, then a hatch drops from one of the vents in the ceiling. Amidst all the smoke coming from the newly-opened vent, a black hand with six fingers can be seen. The group immediately returns to the crew quarters before Stan closes the door.

      Stan (whispering): Look around, there's gotta be another way out of this room.

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    • "There's that," Zane whispered pointing to a vent in the ceiling. 

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