FireHunter lurked within his host, the predator was on the wall, out cold, surrounded by the eviscerated remains of it comrades. It awoke and looked up, it stood taller than any other predator, and was abnormally strong, the creature within it was calm for a brief period of time before exploding from it's chest, it looked towards the alien hive's apparent leader, knowing what was happening it remained silent, though terrified at the thought of it's death approaching, not physically though, a sudden burst of pain caused it to bellow thunderously, startling the aliens in the room, FireHunter erupted in a screeching, blood-covered heap on the floor, it reached towards waralien and grabbed his leg, waralien looked towards it. The Predalien that had exploded from the predator's chest was already larger than the Predaliens still developing, due to a larger host. It looked from waralien to the other aliens, then to it's host, it began eating it's host hungrily, where it rapidly grew before it's hive's many sensors.

Fully armed, PREDATORv2 peered at the communications panel... "No response". Although it was to be expected, it was still unnerving. Something other than a down transmitter was effecting this ship. Recalling what little knowledge PREDATORv2 had of the ship: It's main purpose was for Blooding Rituals. Which allowed any would be warrior a chance to prove their worthliness and ability to move onto the next stage of becoming a God of Death. PREDATORv2 allowed his mind to drift back to a time where he was the young fool attempting to prove himself, touching the large scar across his left eyebrow, he remembered feeling the adrenaline flow through his veins as he battled for his life...

Having noticed the warrior Predator428 cautionously sneak by, PREDATORv2 was pleased he had experianced warriors serving under him. He was unsure of the few youth warriors among the group as well as the human hybrid shadowatching. One of the most unworthy tasks bestowed upon him from the Council was training unbloods. This was a tremendous insult in PREDATORv2's mind, why should he waste his time training these fools, most only worried of what honor they may take for themselves, unable to judge combat situations correctly which endangers the entire hunting pack, "Fools" PREDATORv2 grunted shaking his head.

Slamming the panel off, PREDATORv2 made his way to what human terms would consider the 'mess hall'. Only realizing now of his hunger, he made his way passing a few youth warriors. PREDATORv2 was not in such a hurry that if any of these fools should not pay him the proper respect, he would easily slam them into a nearby bulkhead, or deliver a swift kick. Arriving
at the feeding chamber PREDATORv2 came into contact while entering with an Elder pilot. Yautjas considered too old to contriute to hunts were given simple duties as ship pilots or other unhonorable positions. Most warriors and even unbloods would treat these Elders with little to no respect, infact they were taught to look down upon these aged heros. PREDATORv2 felt differently maybe fearing his own mortality he treated these Elders with the respect he
was given, for this PREDATORv2 had many friends among many ships.

While feeding, PREDATORv2 was disturbed by the presence of Predator428, who timidly asked for permission to be seated next to him. PREDATORv2 accepted, asking Predator428 of the knowledge he had about their target. PREDATORv2 learned nothing new, "We shall proceed with caution, there was no answer to my hails, and there maybe a hardmeat breach, as well as the possibility of the humans". PREDATORv2 stared into Predator428's eyes "If we cannot take back the ship, we absolutely cannot allow it to be captured by the humans, this means we destory it...That is our last option"....

Falling from the pod and on to the ground, she placed the goggles around her head adjusting them. she wondered why she ever wished to of woken up, knowing that the clan member's only let her join is just out of pity. Well that is in her heart, as she walked the halls avoiding as much as possible and missing for now the food, as she wished to eat where, she always felt safe...in the pods where she can feel the hunter's getting ready and pumped up before, a mission. The last one she was on, was just to make sure that all of her clan survived and was taken back upon the ship once more. She did make mistakes along the way, hell even the best of them do, all "human" still in their own way. She does her best to avoid as much as she can, yet still do what she has to, to get the job done.

Her fingers brushed the cold cheek as the digits made its way along the snow white face, so pale one wonders if she is eating or not. She never talked much to anyone and those she does, is usually just as brief as the first words out of their mandibles. A smile flicked on her soft plush lips, as her mind thought of her family, she didn't remember much of her life, but the fact was she started training for a warrior before, she was even allowed to. Even the spars held in her clan ship, was always a failure. She even would say she holds back when that is the fact, holding back from injuring or killing a clan member, was against her moral status in her own heart.

She walked down those halls in thought, hurrying to the weapons room... once there, she watched each item she placed upon her small hybrid body, taking care and consideration of each weapon, as well as, making sure each one works.


Shadowatching Wore knee length cloth that had no real pictures or anything on it, but the mixture of her chameleon color and the Balatu colors made it gorgeous. The top looked only like a piece of cloth to be draped over her neck, with it hanging down over her breasts and tied to the small belt like thing on her loincloth. The same beautiful chameleon color was radiating like it was glowing! It had a well defined bridge of the hair line, it even curled a few centimeters back. At first glace it looked like just a normal mask that one would place on, and it covered nothing but their features, but as Shadowatching silently and slowly walks up to it, she noticed that it indeed covered her ears! Making the whole thing look uniform and like she didn’t even have them. Well, the Yautja didn’t have ear on the outside, so she would look even more weird if she had her ears sticking out. The part that covered her nose and mouth looked like all the other masks, it stuck out a few inches, with distinct lines come from it to show her cheeks. But on the side that would (where) be her right was her mark of becoming an Young Blood, a mark was here, worn and old looking. Trailing the eyes down her armor, she couldn’t help but gasp as on the stand, right where her neck would be, was a Hard Mead head made out of her chameleon color metal that would perfectly shape around her scar, guarding it from anyone or anything. Shapely shoulder guards came next into her eyes, subtle but seen lines for where the metal could move when she did made her think of an armadillos armor. From there each arm had only a small price of metal along the outside of her arm and then one for her forearm. On her right one however was a mechanisms for where her wrist computer would be placed, and on her left, her wrist blades. But there was something that rested just beyond that that made any ones eyes widen. Just beyond both the wrist guards, were what could be seen as gloves. But these gloves were not the normal. If they looked like anything, they looked like a Yautja hand. Tipped with razor sharp claws, the tops of Shadowatching's hands would be covered by her chameleon-like metal to make her hand like that of a true Yautja, giving her the same advantage as them.

Her chest was protected by a simple but beautifully sculpted piece of her chameleon-like metal that cupped her breasts completely, to Shadowatching's old orders, and it even covered lower onto her abdomen to reach the base of her rib bones. From there on was nothing, her stomach and such out be exposed. She was as strong as the Yautja and needed extra protection. The belt that would be wrapped around Shadowatching's waist tightly already had spots made for her weapons, but they were all lose so that they could tighten them as to what she would have on her. Just below that was a mid-thigh length loincloth, made from her chameleon-like metal of course, that was also layered for movement. What made Shadowatching used to grimace a bit was that it only covered about six or seven inches of her front! While Shadowatching understood that she would need as much movement as possible, she didn’t want to give her pray a peep show. She wore black boots that held blades one in each of them. Her mask, was a plain yautja (predator mask). 2 swords crossed her back, throwing knives on her body, with the wrist blade, shirkins, smart disk, combistick All chameleon in color. "I am here" She said in a quite whisper. The plain chameleon color, yautja mask on her face looked menacing on her small 5'2 figure. She placed the last item, two last items on her body, a whip and a dagger from her family.not much, just something the fingers danced across the cool metal and the other side danced across the metallic leather. A grin held her lips and was gone in the next second. She never kept a smile long, unless it was after a kill, enjoying the thrill of the hunt, more then her own life at times. She missed a lot of things, and wished to understand more of it. But those thoughts are for another time.

Moving down the hall, she passed more yautja, as they awoke from their slumber and heard more roars then gentle good mornings. She may act dumb, but she wondered how many actually believed that she can be that stupid with out growling and telling her to act smart, when she is just stroking egos and making everyone happy so that she can move on in her day.

Already making it to the pod room, as just when Predatorv2 and Predator428 walked in talking, she was sitting next to her own she pulled her knees up as a whimpering pup would do, having to keep up the farce of being all fragile and to remembering the humans, when she left not the clan but to see what it was like to be one. Leaning her head down as one would when sick, she sighed and brought her arms around her human-like knees as her face was buried in the arms, as a child would do when crying at this point. But no, she wasn't sick nor crying just gathering her thoughts, meditating as you will. Her breathing slowed as did her heart almost getting it where she needs it more and more..

She wondered what was on that ship, what they are doing there and what they need to gather up, before the final sequence has been initiated...the blowing up as she over heard Predatorv2 tell the clan mate, predator 428. She wasn't intimated by either of them, just one, just one yautja did that to her, and she doubted he would be there.

(UGH! I can make it better...i promise T_T )

The veteran officer looks down at Peterson growing impatient, but he did not show it to him. Slowly turning to Fletcher in whom he trusts to guard his six like Malus, Kidd narrowed his eyes into the marine's and orders the grunt,"Fletch! Come on trooper! What are you waiting for? Christmas? Get your sorry excuse of a marine into the dropship." Knowing the grunt will obey, the young man brushes past him and leaves the bridge and heads to the hangar.

Walking down the corridors with his M4A4.45 sidearm holstered and strapped around his right leg and M41A1 rifle held firmly in his hands as he struts to the hangar, Kidd shows the years of expierence has has during his service of the USCM.

Entering the hangar and watching the jar-heads boarding onto the dropship, the young man couldn't help but grin as he watches them. Looking out into the open room filled with USCM equipment, the soldier heads over to the dropship only to notice Nikkie sitting on one of the wings of the bird. Raising his voice, the old officer yells out to her,"Get off my wing, Princess! What do you think this is, a chariot? Go get your equipment, we have a ship to stow." Grinning, the marine nods his head only to show that he still remembers the female as she was serving him before he retired several months ago.
Entering the Dropship "The Waffle" the young man looks inside to see the many new and familiar faces of his old unit. Walking down the narrow aisle and securing the harnesses to his fellow marines. The ex-devil dog reaches his designated seat, but he did not take it, instead he turns around and yells out to them,"This is a good day to die! HOO-RAH!" All knowing what he meant, most if not all the marines responded with the marine's signature responce,"Hoo-rah!"

Taking his seat and securing the harness on his person, the veteran looks down at the floor of the dropship and starts to remember his mission for Weyland Yutani Corporation.

Two weeks and some odd days ago, Kidd Junior finally accepted the call to see an official of WY Corp. Letting him into his apartment, the gentleman and the official spoke about a ship found in space. Despising Weyland Yutani for using him and his comrades to get what they want by the price of their blood. The conversation between the two were more like between a Devil-Dog and the Monster. At the end, the official walked out of the apartment, satisfied that he has accomplished his task.

Suddenly, Kidd's thoughts were interupted by the question of a marine who is concern for his health. Shaking his head, the veteran answers with a tell-tale responce of his mission,"Sure I am, afterall we're all dead marines."

Lone Hunter walked slowly onto the bridge, Scarred Shadow was having a brief discuion with a hologram of a Balatu Elder *too old to fight anymore, he thought, but that doesnt mean he should be disrespected* "no reply from our hails as expected" "Naturally" Scarred answered "still that just means we have to expect the worst doesnt it" Scarred asked "I believe Predatorv2 would agree" the 'comm officer' said "very well" Scarred gave a polit nod and the transmision ended.

lone hunter stood staring at his clan's Subleader waiting to be addressed when the door of the lift opened, Lone Hunter turned to Voltage walk out, LH gave a polit nod and stood aside for the Blooded Warrior. "the warriors are gathered in the feeding hall, sir everyone is armed" "then let us join them...this mission may very likely be doomed before it even begins...and there is a Ooman vessel on ther other side of the ship...we may have to destroy it if it is in danger of falling into their hands." "yes sir" as the two walked by LH bowed and after the had passed at least a few feet he follwed.

Lone Hunter's mind began to wonder again...he never did like to kill honorable humans despite the fact of them being worthy prey, although this courtesy didnt extend ro their rouges. lh follwed his superiors into the food court and then chose a seat that was secluded so his mind could wander. Funnily enough as he ate he began to think of armour and weapons 2 Combi-stafs's/Spears (one of which hasd plasma blades at either end and is full acid proof), 1 Plasma sycthe that is as thin as a Combi-stick (acid proos, 1 Glave, 2 Mauls, 4 Shurikens, 1 Smartdisk, 2 spear guns, wrist blades, 2 plasma guns (one kept on his belt in case the other is destroyed)plasma gauntlet(only fires once) and his net guns (one on his left gauntlet) his armour, full body armour which is made of an unknown metal light but strong, with a bright Chrome colour all of which are slighly acid proof, making him a hard oppent to kill,but not impossible, but what makes him proud is the symbol of both his old clan from millenia past that was wipped out be bad bloods and his new one or at least soon to be new one.

LH finished his meal then waited for Scarred Shadow to summon the clan to follow him. his mind began to wonder again...this time it is of the previous hunt...he wonders of the balatu warriors he metand if they survied..."heh" it would be good to get to know them better...

alien-drone launched himself at the two men, landing on top of one and started to rip his face off whilst the other was shooting rounds at him.After the man had run out bullets alien-frone took his chances and pounced at him,flying through the air until he hit him square in the chest and winded him.

The man shook violently as he tried to shake alien-drone off but it was no use as his gooey tounge went straight through the man head,killing him instantly making to fresh hosts for the nest.

When he got back their was a batch of eggs ready to hatch.Placing the men on the wall was an easy task and once he had finished the men were inpregnated to make new warriors.

There were the calls, the calls to awaken. Hyro's mistress had called upon her once more to serve her and the rest of her brethren. Prey, was coming, prey in which she could feed her, give her the ability to repopulate more, but she looked forward to it more than just for her queen, but for herself. The calamity and waves of destruction that followed Hyro,always filled her with extacy. It was time to awaken...

The clack of claws echoed through out the hive. you could here the occasional scream of the last of the hosts as they gave birth to Hyro's brethren. a low hiss issued from a corner, as a dark ball unfurled revealing Hyro's true form. There she was standing tall, dark as night, glistening from the low reflecting lights. standing there poised
to kill, teeth, claw, and tail all perfectly evolved for its duties. Hyro being one of the few graced with a more fleshy monkey like host, wearing tattered robes serving the the other creatures of the ship, caused Hyro to be smaller, yet faster then the rest of his brethren. Though Hyro may be young, she is one of the pinnacles of drone evolution, with her strength, her speed, and her will, there should be no problem serving her queen in the following conflict. It was time to time to investigate the cause of her call.

Hyro quickly joined, a pack of her brethren, of which only one she recognized, there he was, Waralien, Hyro issued a low hiss of interest and formalities as the rushed towards the source of her queen's desire

Predator428 sat at the small rectangular table, nursing a small beverage to help him out of the groggy effects of cryosleep. He had somehow managed to earn the privilage of sitting next to PREDATORv2; Predator428 appreciated this show of acceptance into the clan. He had been unsure of how to act when he had been first asked to join the hunters of Balatu many months ago. His first hunt had not exactly been a social one, and his experiences on the clanship afterward had not immediatly strengthened them.

One of his most difficult problems with acceptance came from the hybrid sitting next to him, Shadowatching. Due to his upbringing, Predator428 had an ingrained hatred of humans. Seeing a half human like herself as one of his own family was disturbing. He had only gotten over this prejiduce when the warrior had beaten some sense into him. That little brawl had convinced him to hold a bit more respect for her.

Predator428 looked down to Shadowatching and gave her a slight nod. She gazed back at him, her expression revealing nothing of her thoughts. Predator428 plucked a bright fruit from a nearby tray and offered it to the small hunter. Shadowatching gave him a inquisital look, but accepted the small token anyway.

As Predator428 began to listen in to the chatter of his fellow clan hunters, he began to wonder what the rest of his companions were up to.

So what now...?
Xeuss sat down on the pilot's seat of the shuttle, thinking. What was to be done? There were bound to be more Xenomorphs there. This made things a lot more complicated. They would come as soon as the humans came. How many of them were there? How many marines were coming? And Lucifer was probably on his way too. What to do now? The marines hadn't come yet, maybe they thought it was safe. Maybe there was still time to save the ship. He quickly picked up the smaller, pyramid-shaped communication device that was designed to transmit to the other shuttles, and the other shuttles only. There were many things he had managed to pick up throughout the little "visits" he payed to the human colonies when needed. He was still amazed though, how he never found a simple microwave ovin. Or a change of clothes...
He was still the same...
The same long coat over the same uniform...
The same skin...
The same body...
The same mind...
It was so dark... so cold... The air felt... heavy... Why was it so dark...?
Why was he in uniform? He was not one of them. He was not human. She knew... "Let go of the human."
"WHAT?" Xeuss suddenly found himself shouting and the inside of the shuttle reappeared around him. "What the...?"
He was breathing heavily and his head hurt. The back of his head mostly. The bad lighting in the docking bay of the Yautja clanship was not a very pleasent "Welcome back!" for his eyes. He was still squeezing the pyramidal communicator in his right hand. Such a stupid design. Not at all easy to grab and in moments like this the edges would sink into his hand, leaving deep marks afterward. He hated those marks. "But i guess... moments like this are so usual for other people." he thought. He knew what had happened. He knew what that was.

"Lucifer, this is Xeuss, if you can hear me please respond!"
No answer...
"Lucifer please respond, this is Xeuss, can you hear me?"
Still no answer... What had happened? Had he been captured, or killed? Or maybe the ship malfunctioned and didn't manage to get him out of statis yet. Or maybe the ship... the whole ship... destroyed?
"Lucifer this is Xeuss, it isn't safe to talk through the normal communication system because the marines may intercept it, so i am going to leave this recording for you to decode if you get to the shuttle. Stand down! Do not get aboard this ship. Wait for me there and i will bring the loot myself. I repeat, wait there for me to return with loot. This ship is not empty. On my way in i encountered a Xenomorph. The ship is most likely infested. But that's not all. There's also a queen... So... if you hear this... stay back on the Melanie and wait for me there... You know how grunchy the queens make me... End of recording, Xeuss out."

A queen... He should have thought a few stray aliens couldn't decimate a whole clanship on their own. They had a queen to guide them. And now she was trying to guide him too. He usually avoided the Queens for a reason. He was not all human, his brain was not all human, and neither was his personality. He could not let himself be distracted like that. That was one thing he hated about Queens. They never shut up. One moment of inattention and she already spoke to him. He had to keep his mind busy. He could no longer wait there for Lucifer. "Let go of the human"? What was THAT supposed to mean?

Waralien hissed back a greeting to hyro. Of all the aliens on the ship, hyro was one of the few that actually reconized him from the start. Most of the "bretherin" thought nothing of him. As his origins are nothing like thiers. But with hyro, he felt reassured that he had one fellow Xeno backing him up.

Firehunter was another that he reconized. Waralien knew that it would take time before Firehunter would become a walking tyrant of death, but was astounded at how quickly he was growing. Within minutes of his birth, Firehunter had reached his full height. A welcoming sign indeed.

Letting out a commanding hiss, War gathered the assembled warriors. Re-informing of the threats that would come to be, Waralien insisted that each "team" had at least two members to hunt. War also informed them of the strange being that he felt earlier and warned them to avoid engaging, if possible, this being. Although it felt human, War could tell it knew the ways of the hive. Waralien urged them to keep any and all forces away from the hive entrance. And with that the group split.

Waralien took off in the direction of the bridge. As he ran, he issued a welcome to any followers who may want to join him.

A small series of beeps emanated from the cryopod located across from Predator428's. A loud crack sounded through as the door opened, and the veteran hunter and God of Death known as Black Warrior, stepped forth.

Black was in a horrible mood, he was groggy, and most of all, late. He could not understand how much of a toll the sleep had taken on him. He guessed, maybe he was getting old, or perhaps the long time of inactivity was what made him so out of shape, the council had seemed to ignore Balatu lately. So far, this was a small clan operation on both Hunters Moon and Balatu, and as he could tell, he was second ranked to PREDATORv2 in this operation. As for Hunter's Moon Black did not know, and had no idea who of their clan was coming.

Drowsily Black Warrior stepped towards his weapons rack. A small keypad linked onto his handprint and sent a signal racing up the door. A invisible wall revealed itself in a coat of blue electricity. This door raised up towards the ceiling, and a wall full to the hunter's own height showed all the battle ready weapons. A dark green and silver reflection glinted upon Black Warrior's face and body as he stared at his armor, which had seen so much blood, and countless enemies fall. Hunting armor fell into place along his body. Various blades and metals locked into their respective slots along the armor, and the wristblades came last. These were one of Black's favorite weapons, and he continuously shot them out and retracted them to expell the encrusted ice which stored from the cryosleep. The sound that they made, the piercing cry that sounded whenever the blades were sent through, blades cutting through pressure and metal, blades that could sever a limb, brought a sadistic smile to Black Warrior's face. In his full armament, Black Warrior was drawn out in the shape of a menacing beast, who made his enemies blood curdle at the sight, or just the thought, of his ferocity coming down on them.

Remembering his old hunts, hope called to Black in the back of his head...perhaps...this would get him back into the game, but only if this mission turned out for the worse, which was a sort of premonition, that excited him, but also saddened him at the same time.


Awakening slowly from his thoughts, Black was now abit more hopeful, and alittle depressed than before, and sensed chatter in the living areas. Briskly striding through the hallways he had come to his destination, eager to hear of the news that came across to the clan, about the ship.

Looking around in her seat she saw a few more marines pile into "The Waffle" and saw Kidd, a few of the marines about her age and all had told her about the marine. He was sitting in the seat across from her and his shouting made her smile. She loved the marines, despite all the cryo freezing, bumpy rides, getting shot at and yelled at she loved the marines for guys like him. Leaders who cared about the soldiers they took into combat. Though Kidd wasn't the only guy she looked up to in the marines. Letting her green eyes settle on the man and the pilots she fidgeted around in her seat and tried to hide the grin on her face. Digging around in her pockets she found her MP3 player and headphones but just laid it in her lap.
"Hey, Mr." she said leaning forward in her chair to look at Kidd. "Whats that rifle on your back called?" It reminded her of her own M41A but it didn't at the same time.

Getting inside the dropship Peterson spit out his older dip and incerted a new dip, then walked up to the Cockpit of the Dropship,, "Sergeant Vevlaa i do belive the troops are ready for our first class voyage to hell! Please do the honors of flying us their would you." Peterson said as he returned to the lower part of the dropship. Turning on his Soldier to Soldier Comm link he said, "I know most of you are scared, don't worry about it! Follow your orders and remember your trainign and you will do fine! Good Luck and remember nobody Is getting left behind!" Laying his head ageinst the back of the Dropship Peterson pulled a picture of his parents and Sisters and stared at it for a few as the Dropship heeved out of the Crusier. "Here we come Devil, straight into your lair" Peterson said to himself.

FireHunter Roared, he was already enjoying towering over his fellow hive members, he looked at where waralien had gone, then to his fellow aliens, then back to the empty hall, he tilted his head and growled, he could hear something, but he couldn't tell what, but what he did know was that he was going to get stronger as he matured, if he didn't eat, he wouldn't mature, the predator's fractured skeleton lay on the ground. FireHunter spied a dead predator on the wall, he got on all fours and bounded towards the body, ravenous, despite recently eating a fully grown predator, the other aliens converged on the body, but before they could take a bite, FireHunter shoved them away, he snapped his jaws at the other aliens who were hissing and growling at him, and gorged himself, he filled himself with food and stalked away, letting the other aliens eat their own fill, he hunched over and formed his cocoon, where he would morph into the walking tyrant of destruction.

He awoke several hours later, with muscle mass bulging over his already bulky body, he stretched and ran after waralien, wanting to help him in the hunt.

With all his gear in place,delta clambered into the drop ship and took a seat as he did his face grimaced hoping no one else would see this as delta was a warrant office and 3th in command but since his lat battle with a predaotr the injury had taken its tole.
clipped himself in and was ready,"ohh" delta said as he had forgot something he opened a small pouch on his webbing and out came a small box of tablets,he saw others looking at him but delta replied "air sickness pills",of course delta knew they were not air sickness pills,they were in fact a high dose painkiller type drug which was illegal unless prescribibed,and they were given to delta months ago and he was told 3 weeks ago to stop taking them but and were harmful to deltas health but he liked the saftey the drugs offered him,he saw eyes wandering at them and while the green horns wouldnt know a veteran like sam or kidd would or doc vev would but he was driving the bird.
he simply slid them into a pouch 2 minutes later after munching down to of them.

As Vevlaa lighted up the engines and closed the cargo doors, he made a quick headcount. “Ok, everyone is here†he said to himself. He set the ship on hover, and opened the floor doors with a button next to the flight sticks. Vevlaa looked over on his shoulder and picked down the Flight helmet that was hanging there. He put it on and said over the com system. “Hang on boys (and girl), Here we go†Vev pulled the stick downwards and reduced the throttle keeping him in hover, so they bumped into space. Seconds later they were on the way towards the giant ship.

As Vevlaa approached, he noticed something that could look like a landing bay behind some sort of energy field. He also noticed two nasty-looking turrets beside each one of them. Vevlaa kept The Waffle at a safe distance while using the ships sensors to try and pick up any form of energy from the turrets. As far as he could tell they were all powered down like the rest of the ship, so he slowly continued towards the landing bay.

When the ship was about 50 meters from the “gateâ€Â, Vevlaa decided to check if it was possible to enter at all, so he activated the missile system and disabled the explosives in the first one, making it into a Dud. He then fired the missile directly though the gate. Nothing happened, except the missile quickly fell to the ground when it passed through the field. That indicated gravity, so Vev set the ship on slow hover mode before passing into the docking bay.

The sudden gravity came as a shock on Vev, as the nose started to stall when he first entered. Luckily when the forward thrusters got a grip it leveled out. Seconds later, The Waffle landed safely in the middle of a large hangar.

“Sir all clear†Vevlaa said over the intercom, and opened the cargo doors….

Fletcher scowled when he was ignored. "Power hungry lunatic." He muttered under his breath. But he still followed orders. He had to. He had signed up to serve, not to fight against the leader. Silently he cursed within his own head and walked towards the dropships. He HATED these ugly things. They seemed ready to fall apart. Every time he boarded one he prayed to God that it wouldn't just drop out of the sky.

As he stood within the hangar he spotted Nikkie, all by her lonesome. Deciding it was time again to be friendly he snuck up behind her. He placed his hands over her eyes and smiled. "Guess who...?' Fletcher whispered softly into her ear. He loved messing with her.

Hearing Kidd's exclimation at him he merely nodded at him. THat was Fletcher's signal that he would board in just a second....AFTER he was done messing with Nikkie.

The moment the ship had lifted off, Sam Dunn had closed the cockpit door, and with a flick of a switch fired up some music. It was some good piloting music, Finntroll, which although in a language Dunn couldn't understand, was pretty damn good in his opinion. "Mate, I don't like the way shit's going here. Y'know what I told ya I was worried about? I think it's gunna happen." He said to Vevlaa over the music, as the clan ship neared veiw.

When Vevlaa ordered a dud missile launch, Sam immediately complied. As the Weapons Officer the missiles and chaingun of the ship came under his control, so with a single flick of a switch (he didnt bother priming the missile) he launched a small one into the hangar's energy field.

Yep, nothing too nasty. As the dropship touched the ground, Sam switched off the music and opened the door to the dropship. "Allright ladies, welcome to hell. What the shit are you lot waiting for? GET THE HELL OF OF MY SHIP! We've got some work to do, and sitting in here playing with our dicks aint gonna get it done any quicker. GO GO GO!" He shouted, as he flicked a button that lowered the ramp.

He turned back and said over his shoulder. "Good flying mate, I was a bit worried for a moment. Waffle's tougher than she looks, eh? Now, let's get your first aid station set up." He said, as the marines piled out.

He then turned to face Delta and 2nd squad, and waved to get thier attention. "We don't want anything nasty crawling into our ship while we're out. Get the sentry turrets from the cargo hold and set up a perimeter about 15 meters radius from the dropship, set the turrets in pairs about 3 meters apart.

Oh, and set up some sandbags around them. I don't want them being taken out." He ordered, before grabbing the tent and poles for the aid station and jumping out of the dropship. He knew he sure as shit wasn't moving until a base was set up. He'd had enough of walking into enemy territory and getting wiped out.

It was time for a change in strategy.

His weapons, namely his Smartgun and Grenade Launcher, were sitting in the Dropship's cargo hold. He grabbed the launcher on his way out and slung it over his back. Anything that attacked HIS base was going to lose an arm.

Delta had got his orders and complied straight away.
"Ok people rack 'um up",.
Delta and his squad under his command worked hard for the next 20 minutes.after the 6 sentry guns were positioned correctly and armed to cover the 360 angle that the ship and hangar bay was in.
Delta also ordered his squad to seal the air vents with a blowtorch and even though it seemed stupid he had his squad look for hollow points in flooring,walls and and ceiling.
With that settled,delta got the aid station up and running,with the operation table up,medical supplies there and the manpower there they were ready for the worst.
"OHH" delta said,hed forgot lighting and he didnt want to be using NV all the time,from the drop ship supplies he had 4 large spotlights and stuck them up at each angle.so lighting was now up "excellent",. he said and smiled.
He opened a private comms to kidd,nikkie,peterson and sam and spoke through the comms,"This is second squad here,we've got things fully operationel and everything is A-OK,We are clean,green and certainly mean!".Delta said over the mic

Alouran watched as the stars flashed past the windows in the drop ship. Before long she put her MP3 player on and was listening to it though she paused it to hear what Peterson had to say before turning it back on. Calmly she tapped out the beat of the song and sometimes sang it in a bit of a off tune voice but it was not nails on chalk board bad. The voices of her fellow marines where easily tuned out over the sounds of her music. When the ship entered the gravitational field she felt her stomach lurch uneasily making her pull a face of displeasure but she kept her food down the best she could.
Squirming in her seat to see past the guys heads she saw the gray interior of the ship the squads where assigned to bring back to base or something. Trying to stand up she forgot about her harness and blinked at it for a few moments before struggling against it as she tried to unhook it. "Damn this thing!!" she grumbled as she sat back and worked her nimble fingers against the clasps and hooks that refused to let go of each other. "This is pathetic.." she thought to her self "Just freaking pathetic.." she grumbled in the random languages she knew before contemplating on cutting herself out. "AUGH!!! Fuck your couch!!" she shouted at the harness hooking her in before she started to yank wildly at the main clasp that hooked her in at the waist. "COME UNDONE!! I DEMAND IT!!" she thrashed in her seat before sitting back her face was turning red from embarrassment of being a nearly grown woman and still getting owned by a SEAT BELT!