Alien vs Predator: A Frozen Hell

[Donsehan]

Using my mandibles, I adjusted the filters and saw the thing jump at me, reflexively, I fired the shoulder cannon as I stepped back a few while putting up the spear to stop it.

 

[Villani]

Using my mandibles, I adjusted the filters and saw the thing jump at me, reflexively, I fired the shoulder cannon as I stepped back a few while putting up the spear to stop it.

Predator, pt XXXVI.
Thei-de's reaction was flawless. The plasmacaster roared as it spit out a spiraling ball of fire. The hallway was bathed in light as the cannon errupted and the blast hit the runner squarely in the face, tearing off the top part of its head.

Then, as a second step to the lunge, the hunter raised his spear, bringing it against the leaping xenomorph. There was a ripping sound as the spear tip pierced flesh. The already-dead Kainde Amedha collided limply with the spear and imapled itself deep on the weapon.
Thei-de tossed the limp corpse to the ground, spitting on its body.
Teach you to fuck with me...

 

[Villani]

Predator, pt XXXVII.
The surpirse attack had lasted about three seconds but the plasma fire had brought more trouble with it...
Runners usually travel in packs. Thei was right. In front of him, he could make out three sets of glstening jaws, wet with silvery spittle. The runners pounced...

Gadaba was just turning to the front when he felt a thick substance dribble down onto his shoulder. He lloked up just in time to see a runner on the ceiling above him, looking straight at him. There was a breif pause before the runner pounced onto Gadaba, toppling him to the ground. The xenomorph began to snap at his neck, its deadly tounge flying out to pierce his skull...

Nan-de would have never heard what was coming, but she felt it ringing through the hallway. Her head swivled to spot a runner in mid jump flying towards her, its teeth bared...

The ambush was triggered and the pack was hungry. The hunters would suffer the same fate as the humans before them...

 

[Orlanth]

Gadaba turned his head to miss the jaws and used his arms and legs to push the runner off. He through his weight on his legs and brought himself up to stand. He throw his spear at the creature...

 

[Vixandra]

Nan-de


I caught the runner just barely in time, bringing up my hands with thier matching blades to catch the dang thing. Its speed and jump managed to impale it upon about half of the blades of my indoor shuriken.
Not exactly what they were designed for but the blades held as I fired a plasma round into the runner, turning my face away from a second to avoid having my mask splattered. Be damned if I was going to have to do a new one just because of runner.
That done, I turned my attention upward, shoulder cannon firing short bursts at the incoming runners. We'd managed to find a whole pack of them... and they weren't stupid.
I felt the thrill of battle rush through me again. Let Ta'voc have his abominations, least I was having a good time.

 

[Villani]

Predator, pt XXXVIII.
The pack and the hunters had engaged in melee combat...
Gadaba threw the attacking runner to the ground and it landed gracefully on all fours as usuall. However, not even the creature's quick reflexes could save it from the plummeting spear that caught it right in the center of the back from above. The spear pinned the runner to the ground leaving it writhing in pain and utterly immobilized.
Gadaba watched it flail around hoplessly before bringing a heavy boot down on its head, ending its horrible screaming.

Nan-de was the next to react, catching the lunging beast before it could tear off her face. It met a bolt of plasma head on in mid-leap before hitting the ground in a bloody tangle. The runner hit the ground hard, smearing itself in a terrible landing along the ground.

Always land on all fours my ass...

The huntress then turned to the front and managed to blast one of the runners to ruin before the others pounced upon Thei.

 

[MeikaBeans]

How to proceed... the possibilities played out in the Kingston unit's head as she studied the chewed drain. The chances of success were quickly gauged and compared.

The initial impulse was to continue the hunt, chase down her enemy rebirthed. The Predator she had released was dead, but now the threat to her people was even greater. The synthetic still had reparations to make. However, the chance of success in this hunt was slim. The Xeno chestbuster had left the scene in such a way it was impossible to follow. She might guess what pipes it took and attempt to head it off, but it would most likely be a waste of time. Flush it out? Perhaps flood the pipes and destroy it inside? No. The creature could be gone already and the pipes would be needed by the survivors... assuming there would be any.

It was quickly decided that the best thing to do would be turn her attention to the remaining Xeno army. Find an officer, spread word of the Predator-Xenomorph spawn, perhaps treat soldiers or help retake the base. With a little under two hours, the marines might have enough time to secure at least a portion of the base. If they could organize themselves there, they might mount a successful defense against whatever the Xenos had left.

Kingston was about to take leave when the Predator's corpse caught her eye. She turned the shower off, saving the specimen from any more immediate damage. Crouching down, she eyed the hunter's equipment. The files available to her noted that the alien's culture revolved around the hunt and combat. Their weapons were just as dangerous as their tremendous size and strength was. Perhaps something was would be useful.

The android pulled back the chipped and worn helmet, recognizing the face of the one she had encountered not so long ago. At least she assumed it was the same. How alike were these creatures? Staring at the face, Kingston allowed herself to be bitter. It was her fault he'd been released and her obligation to put him down. She'd failed. And she was disappointed with her rival. She'd expected and braced herself for so much more...

"You couldn't have waited for me, could you?"

The emotion was gone. She didn't have time to brood. Picking whatever gear she could (or thought she could) understand from her fallen adversary, Kingston began her search for either a marine to begin spreading the word of a computer console. Assuming the mainframe was still up, the two ports on her forearm would be the quickest way to get updated on the situation and spread the word. Both her forearms had suffered burns and unfortunately her left arm had suffered the most. Hopefully the twitch didn't mean her ports were damaged as well.

 

[Donsehan]

Seeing them, the runners, bathed in a green background and sticking out so clearly, things slowed down as I saw them pounce towards me, one of them was ripped apart by a plasma shot, my targetting system locked onto one of them and I fired my shoulder cannon, I stepped back and swinging the spear wildly and unsure what to do, I'm in for it now, I thought as I kept moving back, my foot getting caught on something, and next thing I knew I was facing the ceiling.

 

[Vixandra]

Nan-de


I watched Thei go down and swore vehiminantly. Setting my shoulder cannon to auto-fire over my shoulder I turned around and set my shuriken flying at the KA's jumping at us that way.
"What kind, " catch and throw, "Yajuta, a blooded no less,'' catch and throw, "allows himself to trip like that?"
I would have shaken my head in bewilderment if I'd had time. Too busy slicing and dicing the KA closest to Thei.
I figured he'd get up in time to get the second one as I spun back around, checking the remaining fuel in both shoulder cannon units....

 

[Villani]

Predator, pt XXXIX.
Nan-de's plasma burst scorched the air near Thei's head, barely missing his face.
The last of the runners crumpled to the ground with a gaping hole in its side. Thei got to his feet slowly, wiping peices of the runner's steaming entrails from his chest. He looked to Nan-de who was casualy checking her plasma fuel. She had plenty left...
Gadaba was ripping his spear from the fallen runner at his feet. Six runners were nothing to a trio of hunters, but they had a lot of distance to cover...

Thei-de took point again and made sure to keep his footing on the icy floor. Looks like the Kaind Amedha had brought the storm in with them...
As the hunting party continued down the hallways, they approached an armory with light spilling out from under the door. Hushed whispers were audiable from inside the room, there were oomans behind the door.
From the sound of it there was an entire squad them surely hiding from the bugs.
Thei-de signaled to his group.

Unfortunaltly for the marines, there was more than just xenoorphs loose in the base...

 

[Villani]

Marines, pt XXIII.
Kingston strolled out of the bathrooms carying an asortment of gadgets she assumed to be weapons. She pocketed her wand for the hunter's ritual knife but kept her pistol ready for ranged threats. Unlike the average marine, she could fight with two weapons simultaniously at different targets...

The synthetic reached the door and opened it cautiously, sweeping the halls with the M4A3. She was about to take a step into the corridor when she saw the most curious illusion...it appeared the light was blurred no more than thirty feet-shiiiit.

Kingston's reaction was instantaneous as she ducked back in the room. There were more hunters inside the base heading in her direction. She backed away from the door and searched through her weapons for the one to help her most in the situation...it was not long before she began to hear the thick clomping of heavy footsteps. Kingston's data told her that no marine could be that heavy.
She looked to the restroom doors which began to swing open.

As if her job wasn't hard enough...

 

[Villani]

Predalien, pt I.
The only sound in the pipes was the rythmic pumping of warm water, flowing slowly around the mutant chestburster. The snake-like hybrid glided down the chutes, searching for an open space and a food source. It found the perfect spot...

All water and sewage pipes in the compound centered at one point beneath the base-the filters. The filtering system was a large tank filled with purifying chemicals and a large hydropump. Once fluids had been purged of bacteria and harmful substances they would be pumped back up into either the cooling/heating system, sewage plant, or water tanks. The water tanks were the best choice for a warm place to coocon. They were situated right alongside the garage too, close to an infinite supply of flesh...

If the invader to the filtering system was anything but a xenomorph, the chemicals would have killed it. But not only do aliens not breath, they also are highly resistant to chemicals and viral infections making them the immune to many forms of chemical warfare...in this case including water treatment.

The small chestburster swam up through the pumping system, simply shrugging off the powerful purifying elements. It shot up the exit pipes, letting the oxygen bubbles bring it to the water tank.
The small xenomorph surfaced quickly, taking in its surroundings. It slid against the rounded walls of the tank. Unfortunatly for the humans, they were not thick enough...

 

[Donsehan]

I signaled to them to huddle close and moved to the side, "So what should we do? Kill the oomans and worry about the Kainde Amedha later? or should we try to use the oomans to help us?" I clicked in annoyance at being in such a cramped place. I really didn't like it, and my nervousness probably showed. Especially after tripping over.

 

[Orlanth]

Gadaba ef Carnd Nork - Stalker of Pray

I signaled to them to huddle close and moved to the side, "So what should we do? Kill the oomans and worry about the Kainde Amedha later? or should we try to use the oomans to help us?" I clicked in annoyance at being in such a cramped place. I really didn't like it, and my nervousness probably showed. Especially after tripping over.

Two of Gadaba's mandibiles were visble, while the other two were hidden and protected by his useless and ruind mask. He pulled it off and putt it in his back pack. "I think you should go back to training if you get out of this, that fall back there reminds me of a ooman." Gadaba's mandibiles clicking with excitment. "Perhaps those cowards have some primative weapons I can use."

 

[Villani]

Predator, pt XXXX.
The hunters gathered around the armory doors, deciding that they would enter. Inside the armory there would be weapons, possibly some even a yaujta could utilize, and best of all, there would be more trophies...

As the hunters prepared to bust in Gadaba spoke. "I think you should go back to training if you get out of this, that fall back there reminds me of a ooman."
What he didn't know is that if they lived through this, that's all the training any of them would ever need...

The two males awaited any last comments from Nan-de before entering. They would have to take the oomans quickly and by suprise...

 

[Villani]

Aliens, pt XV.
Outside of the icy compound, the seige continued in full force. The masses of hectic drones surged through the perimeter walls and crumpled to the ground not thirty feet from the bunkers where the met with the blazing infernos of the exosuit cannons. The rythmic hum of linked ammunition and corpses colapsing into the dust was constant. The hive was not gaining any ground. The barrage was relentless.

...

As the battle raged on the winds began to pick up. The temperature began to drop and the snow stopped its gentle dance as icy whirlwinds began to take form.
The exosuits pressed forward, continuing their lethal volleys as the mechs began marching over tall mounds of corpses. In some places the body count was so high that the mechs could not find their footing and would have to turn around and find another route.
They ran into the last handful of drones as they hurtled themselves over the perimeter walls. The zipguns on the mechs swivled and the drones hit the ground like limp sacks of potatoes, spilling their contents upon impact with the ice below.

As the last beast fell limp the humans let out bellowing cheers and cries, rasing the guns of their exosuits into the air and firing short bursts to signal the base.
at the garage, the jubilee was returned as the remaining squads walked into the killing fields cheering in response.
Commander Griffin, the senior military officer in the sector, walked among them. As the exosuits returned to the garage and their pilots exited their small cockpits they lined up with the remaining marines ialong side the wall and stood at attention.

Griffin paced in front of them, counting them off and strategising the cleanup of the bunker. He counted 36 marines in all, including three medics, two scouts, one sniper, and thirty infantry-three wich would serve as mech drivers. He also expected there to be just as many marines still inside the compound and their conjoined efforts would make the sweep effortless.

Griffin looked his Corporal dead in the eyes and his mouth opened to speak when he felt the slightest quivering sensation under his boots. He looked to his feet where the snow was vibrating ever so softly.
The Corporal began to notice to as the trembling increased and he was soon joined by all the other marines in their amazment.

The shaking became more and more violent sending tiny vein-like cracks throughout the ice stretching all across the killing fields. The cracks ran as thin as a spider's web but stretched to cover the entire front of the base soon including much of the perimeter wall.
All was silent except for the steady crackling of splittling ice...

 

[Donsehan]

Two of Gadaba's mandibiles were visble, while the other two were hidden and protected by his useless and ruind mask. He pulled it off and putt it in his back pack. "I think you should go back to training if you get out of this, that fall back there reminds me of a ooman." Gadaba's mandibiles clicking with excitment. "Perhaps those cowards have some primative weapons I can use."

"Speaking of training," I rummaged through my pack again, I adjusted my vision filters again so I could see what was inside it, "A ha, I knew I had an extra one of these just in case." I triumphantly pulled out a helmet, "You should always carry extra gear with you, didn't you learn that in training?" I said as I handed it to Gadaba, "It's just a basic model that I keep in case, so no targetting system, but the vision filters might work, at least if we go in there those oomans won't blast your head off before you even get close enough to spear them." I looked to Nan-de, and pulled out my trusty spear gun, "So which way?" as I slapped in a cartridge of the ammo I that I retrieved earlier.

 

[Vixandra]

Nan-de


I rolled my eyes at thier words, but let them speak. It was a good way to throw off some of the tension before a battle. Some was good, too much would make you too jumpy, afraid... dead.

"Yeah, Thei's fall was less then lovely, but least he still has his mask," I added in with a chuckle. "Now, as to how we go in- there's a door, here's my foot. Lets see how the two of them like one another."

I know, lacking in subtlety, but hey, they were oomans, not Yajuta. So without further ado I kicked open the door, cloaked from thier meager sight by my mesh suit and cloak. An invisable bringer of death, raining upon them like the skies of my homeland poured water upon my sibblings and I when we were children. Before the KA were released there....

Pushing the memory away, I started sending out my blades, targeting the ones holding things first. I was careful to make body shots, not weapon shots- would suck to destroy something the boys could use.

 

[Villani]

I rolled my eyes at thier words, but let them speak. It was a good way to throw off some of the tension before a battle. Some was good, too much would make you too jumpy, afraid... dead.

"Yeah, Thei's fall was less then lovely, but least he still has his mask," I added in with a chuckle. "Now, as to how we go in- there's a door, here's my foot. Lets see how the two of them like one another."

I know, lacking in subtlety, but hey, they were oomans, not Yajuta. So without further ado I kicked open the door, cloaked from thier meager sight by my mesh suit and cloak. An invisable bringer of death, raining upon them like the skies of my homeland poured water upon my sibblings and I when we were children. Before the KA were released there....

Pushing the memory away, I started sending out my blades, targeting the ones holding things first. I was careful to make body shots, not weapon shots- would suck to destroy something the boys could use.

Predator, pt XXXXI.
The armory door busted open, the steel hinges splintering from the force of Nan-de's kick.
As Thei's thermal sights had revealed, there were eight marines inside, all utterly unprepared. Nan-de's first target was a young soldier in the doorway who was quickly cut down under a hail of spinning blades. The soldier behind him screamed before hot blood splashed over his face and a second disk entered his forehead, ending his life instantly.

The huntress' next victim managed to leap out of the path of the projectile, his weapon ready. He suqeezed the trigger and sent a three-round burst reflecting off her her shoulder pauldrens. The other marines raised their rifles and clenched the triggers in a merciless salvo...

 

[Donsehan]

I stepped behind, Nan-de in a low crouch, I kept my cloak activated. As the marines started to open up, I quickly started pelting them with shots from my speargun, aiming straight at the neck, pointing and firing spear gun. I fired as fast as my modified speargun could handle as I moved to a corner in the room, never staying in one spot, the only thing going through my mind was fire, step, fire, step, fire . . .

 

[Vixandra]

Nan-de


I screamed in fury as the bullets struck me. "HOW DARE THEY?"
Forgoing my blades, I rused on the projectile spurting oomans, clawed fingers slicing into flesh and tougher materials.
An almost casual backhand crushed the skull of one of the oomans and I laughed in a gory glee.

 

[Villani]

Predator, pt XXXXII.
Thei-de stepped into view and let loose a spirlaing bolt into the neck of the nearest ooman. The marine fell to his knees as the small spear tore through his wind pipe, flooding his trachea with gore.
The hunter followed up the attack with a stride into the room, his finger moving to the trigger again as he fired another shot off. The bolt hit another soldier in the hand, tearing off one of his fingers and opening a gaping hole in his palm. The ooman dropped his weapon and howled in pain.

Thei-de's first victim was still on the ground squirming in a dark puddle of blood as he struggled for breath. The hunter fired off another point blank shot into his second target, hitting him dead center in the chest in a lethal blow. The man's ribbs shattered and his heart stopped as the bolt blew upon his sternum. He collapsed to the ground next to his struggling comrade...

Nan-de roared in furry and charged into the room, backhanding a marine to her right into the wall, breaking his neck and cracking his skull upon impact with the wall. The corpse made a horribly satisfying sound as it slid down the wall, trailing red down in its wake.
The one that shot her was less fortunate. As the huntress leapt forward with her claws outstretched the marine fired upon her again, planting a single shot in her abdomen. The hit didn't slow her.
Nan-de swiped at the ooman, bringing a heavy claw accross his face, tearing a scar from his lower lip to his ear. The second hand ripped open his unprotected chest. The marine was knocked backwards on his ass as he tried to scoot away from the rampaging female.

The other two marines opened fire blindly around the room, looking for the invisable killers...

 

[Orlanth]

Predator, pt XXXXII.
Thei-de stepped into view and let loose a spirlaing bolt into the neck of the nearest ooman. The marine fell to his knees as the small spear tore through his wind pipe, flooding his trachea with gore.
The hunter followed up the attack with a stride into the room, his finger moving to the trigger again as he fired another shot off. The bolt hit another soldier in the hand, tearing off one of his fingers and opening a gaping hole in his palm. The ooman dropped his weapon and howled in pain.

Thei-de's first victim was still on the ground squirming in a dark puddle of blood as he struggled for breath. The hunter fired off another point blank shot into his second target, hitting him dead center in the chest in a lethal blow. The man's ribbs shattered and his heart stopped as the bolt blew upon his sternum. He collapsed to the ground next to his struggling comrade...

Nan-de roared in furry and charged into the room, backhanding a marine to her right into the wall, breaking his neck and cracking his skull upon impact with the wall. The corpse made a horribly satisfying sound as it slid down the wall, trailing red down in its wake.
The one that shot her was less fortunate. As the huntress leapt forward with her claws outstretched the marine fired upon her again, planting a single shot in her abdomen. The hit didn't slow her.
Nan-de swiped at the ooman, bringing a heavy claw accross his face, tearing a scar from his lower lip to his ear. The second hand ripped open his unprotected chest. The marine was knocked backwards on his ass as he tried to scoot away from the rampaging female.

The other two marines opened fire blindly around the room, looking for the invisable killers...

Gadaba sneaked up behinde a marine and drove his staff home through him. The Marine looked down to see the staff ripping through his rib cage as his life slowly drained away.

Gadaba extended his arm and nocked the other Marine to the ground before he could turn to see his friend be butchered

 

[Villani]

Gadaba sneaked up behinde a marine and drove his staff home through him. The Marine looked down to see the staff ripping through his rib cage as his life slowly drained away.

Gadaba extended his arm and nocked the other Marine to the ground before he could turn to see his friend be butchered

Predator, pt XXXXIII.
The first marine collapsed to his knees and fell forward onto the floor, his lifeless hands still griping at the gaping hole in his chest.

The second marine hit the ground clumsily and rolled against the wall. As the other hunters approached the paniced soldier, Gadaba stepped forward.
His wrist blades ended the paniced ooman's cries...

...

As Nan-de ripped her last trophy from its neck socket the hunters began to search for weapons. They found the following:
-8 of what appeared to be standard rifles
-1 wide-mouthed firearm with x3 explosive projectiles
-1 Flamespitter
-1 bi-muzzle short-stalked weapon

The hunters knew enough to shoot the weapons but all of the other functions were harder to master...

 

[Vixandra]

Nan-de


After sending a projectile round through the wall playing with the bi-muzzled short-barrled weapon, I smiled, happy to have figured it out.
A sharp shake shook it open and tossed out two casings. I peer at the spent casings, head tilted to the side before I remembered my company.

"What?" I snapped at the males, glaring at the both of them. "Figure out what you can use and lets move on."
I looked at the area scan from my mask- the oomans hadn't moved much since the last time I'd looked. Must not have heard us coming in here. Or me blowing a hole in the wall.
I went to study the wall for a moment, pleased with the results. Multiple tiny holes dotted the wall. Heafting the weapon I said, "I'll keep this. Its about my style."

Took a moment of rigging but I slid the bmsb into a thigh sheath for one of my shuriken that I'd lost earlier after shoving fresh red cylendrs into it. I scouped up a box of ammo and distributed it over my body, testing the draw on the gun.
With that set up, I checked the rest of my gear, making sure it was in working order while the boys did thier thing. A prepaired warrior tends to live longer.