FireHunter's head turned angrily towards Waralien, an old ally, now an enemy. FireHunter unleashed an unholy cry of fury as it tore down the hallway towards the blue Alpha, who came running right towards it, only to be lifted up into the air by the force of the impact and thrown to the side by the towering red monster. The blue serpents converged upon FireHunter and were crushed in its way or killed by its tail as it broke for the elevator shaft on the other side of the hallway. FireHunter caught a glimpse of the shimmering Blue Queen with her own Praetorian guard in tow, it knew they had seen it, but it did not stop moving, instead it burst through the doors to the elevator shaft and disappeared up it, towards its own Hive.

It was a long climb but the enormous red monster finally smashed its way through the doors to its own hive, the resin welcomed the Alpha as home, and the beast began searching for the members of its own group of Praetorians.

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Slick lurked in the shadows, it could hear roars and screams from the hallway, the room was dark besides a single pillar of deep red light that flashed through the small square window in the door. The noise got closer, and the door opened, a single human hurried inside and the door slid shut behind him, Slick could see Achilles move past the door, its footsteps rumbled deep within the floor. The human approached the door again, and leaped back when another beast lunged straight at the door, coming inches from contact with the moistened steel. Demon tapped its long claws on the window, staring through with a grinning face, the human backed away, Slick could smell his fear.

Long arms peeled away from the sweaty walls as Slick leaned forward, the human continued to back away from the door towards the silent, black death behind him. The arms seized him and turned him around, a long, thin tail slithered forth and punched through the man's pants and straight through into his anal cavity, he screamed in agony and was quickly forced to stare Slick in the face. A human skull peered grimly from behind the pale dome, the man saw the jaws of death open wide, wider than he'd thought possible, and lunge forward.

Slick's head reared back, the headless body of the man hung limply from its tail and was quickly discarded. Slick stepped forward and spat the head out in a puddle of saliva. The door opened and Slick squeezed its tall, slender frame through the opening, Achilles and Demon awaited outside the door, and FireHunter was on approach down the corridor. Achilles and Demon looked over to the Alpha, covered in the acid of the Blue Serpents. Slick hissed and FireHunter growled in response.

The Blue Hive were mobilising towards them, presumably to steal the deceased Queen's Royal Jelly, the Hive needed a new Queen as soon as possible.
FireHunter wasn't capable, being a Predalien, it could not molt into a Queen.
Achilles was also incapable, like FireHunter, its form could not molt into a Queen.
Slick was incapable because it was too mutated, having been born from a mutant host from the test labs.
Demon wasn't even capable because of its own mutated host. They would need to find an untainted host for their new Queen.

FireHunter's idea spread to them rapidly. Back in the Blue Serpents' hive, at the Elevator shaft, it had sensed an old enemy's bloodline among the humans, a strong-willed human with very powerful genes.
Peterson would be the Host for the Red Queen.

The Hive now had several objectives:

Bring Peterson back to the Hive ALIVE for impregnation.
Kill the Blue Queen, salvage her Royal Jelly to speed up the growth and strength of the new Queen.
Exterminate the Shadow Serpents.
Bring in as many hosts as possible to propagate the species. Only kill if necessary.

FireHunter released the pheromones to Gaunt and DarkLioness, explaining to them their goals.

The world slowly formed back in War's mind. The first thing he was apparent of was that he was in an immense amount of pain. That was good, at least he was still alive. The next thing he was apparent of was that he was lying face down on the metal surface, probably an inch or two embedded. As War got up, he realized that he was alone in the room. Turning left and right, he was greeted with a sight of pure carnage. Limbs, bodies and other such parts littered the room. The dead lay with the dying and those who weren't dead were slowly reviving.

War hissed in anger, so much carnage for what? Whatever Firehunter was attempting, it didn't phase War one bit. It did the opposite, it enraged him. Calling together what drones still remained, War pieced together what had happened with Firehunter charged. Looking down the corridor FH stalked off to, War sensed Bloo's presence just up ahead. No doubt Bloo along with whoever was with him, caused him to flee the area.

Shrugging off the pain, War stalked off to Bloo, no doubt he would have a brilliant idea of what to do next.

>Bloo: Rethink strategy because FireHunter just went up the elevator shaft.

You have no idea what to do next.

FireHunter, that asshole. He made eye contact with you (or… sight contact, since you don’t have eyes??) and just promptly shot up the elevator shaft like he was the only Xenomorph itching to get to the Hive. And RIGHT after literally flipping his shit by flipping Waralien and murdering a bunch of your goons. God! That hoser. If his actions were measured in such a way in which “cool” would be the starting reference/middle ground and all other units were either hotter or colder to indicate just how good or bad said action was, then that was just totally not fresh.

Look. Obviously you’re upset because the whole goddamn heist was based upon you using the elevator shaft to wreck the rival gang’s shit. But you can’t just sit around and yell at everything, especially in such a non-threatening way. Look - LOOK. You gotta put him in his place. Who, you ask. FIREHUNTER. AH, you say. Right.

Holy shit. Did you forget why you were throwing a tantrum? You say I dunno, maybe.

Wow.

Maybe we should switch to the perspective of a more level-headed character. At least until you get your shit together, Bloo. Who should we be?

>Be more level-headed character.

You switch to the perspective of an entirely unseen character – completely new to the Aliens Versus Predator: Universe universe. According to the Timeline Calendar that I just made up right now, you are this new guy 1 day ago and you’re stuck in a pretty big holding cell. Ash Halliday has come to inspect you and apparently you’re the last Xenomorph he saw before moving on to execute FireHunter.

Anyway, FireHunter breaks out, stuff happens, etc, etc. You were one of the few unfortunate enough to not immediately break out of your holding cell because you’ve been forced to sleep this whole time.

>Wake up 12 hours later.

You wake up locked in your deserted holding cell, completely alone. Red lights flicker on and off like one half of a police siren, illuminating the otherwise pitch black room outside. There are also blue lights, though the red ones are dominant from your point of view. There is nothing at all in your cell, useful or otherwise.

>Attempt to pry open window.

There are no objects around with which to “pry open window,” and you’re pretty sure you can’t break the glass with your bare hands because that shit’s built for goddamn airplanes.

>Throw pumpkin at window to alert other SHADOW SERPENTS.

What pumpkin?

>Squawk like an imbecile and shit on the floor.

That’s the dumbest fucking idea you’ve ever had.

STUPID STUPID STUPID

And yet the polished surface of the metal grating…

It beckons.

>Do a dance to call SHADOW SERPENTS.

Exotic rhythms take over your sexy body as you start to do a really silly dance.

You recall your initial urge to shit on the floor. Now that you think of it, it’s really important that you escort King Brown to the Ivory Throne.

The green excrements steam through the floor and causes a piece of the metal grating to split and fall onto a Xenomorph below who was going to answer you call. It kills him.

Damn.

>Okay, enough of that. State rank and name.

You are the BLUE KING, MAGENTA STEAKS. Michaels named you after his favorite food. While transporting non-existent pumpkins to you, he would often lick the window of your cell. Michaels was a weird guy, you think.

You’re a very special breed of PRAETORIAN – a one of a kind so far, in fact. You were the first Xenomorph born on the PLANES of HARMONY and, consequently, you were the beginning of the RESEARCH of EXTRATERRESTRIALS DEPARTMENT: XENOMORPHS. Your birth coincided with the death of The Hive’s old Queen.

Nothing about you makes you a king, but you like to think you are because of your special status. In fact, you’re a FEMALE, as misleading as your preferred titles is. You’re 16 feet tall and you have a slick build, like a noir detective, though the hue of your EXOSKELETON is a rich VIOLET rather than NIGHT BLACK. You like to use your smaller pair of hands to tickle yourself. You oversee various affairs of a DARK KINGDOM. Presently you are determining how to deal with your current imprisonment.

You view the affairs of your kingdom through your HIVE MIND ability, though for some reason your “connection” to the Shadow Serpents is very murky – curiously, you can clearly “see” other Xenomorphs that you don’t recognize.

Everyone in your hive is being a jackass, especially your GLORIOUS MATRIARCH. She has ordered you to sleep until this very moment when you’d rather be outside catching some SICK AIR while TEARING SHIT UP. Stupid lousy WISE AND JUST LEADER. What a royal pain in the ass.

You have a natural ANIMOSITY toward Bloo and an affinity for FireHunter. You don’t know why.

Still, since birth, it’s been your duty to be Bloo’s right-hand man, even though you’re a female. Wow, this doesn’t make any sense, probably???

>Magenta Steaks: Break out of holding cell.

Oh, you fully intend to. You wonder if you could just…

Maybe reach for the button, and…

…Nope.

Doesn’t take.

Wow. This blows. You’re gonna have to wait for the next post to see if you break out.

>Magenta Steaks: Be Bloo.

You’re Bloo again.

All this time, you haven’t thought of a single thing, have you?

Wow.

The dormant hunter curled its glistened shell like dome downwards in a mock of observation, looking out onto a barren, blood soaked ground from the grate of a service vent above, the snake like body of the Chestburster coiled around warm sparking cables, it's long protruding tongue stretched out silently, tasting the air as the faceless thing listened and watched.


Having been still for a good hour of time, Gaunt was allowed a silent happy shiver as his deeds payed of, the corridor below pitch black, it was perfect for the hunter, the ideal setting to attract his curious prey. A limp Human gasped for breathe on the cold metallic floor, clutching at the wound in his side, his eyes darted in panic as he held perfectly still and clung for his life, Gaunt was unsure of how this Human felt right now, hopeless, devoid of will, was he praying, calling out to his Queen?

The Humans referred to their Queen as "God", at least from what the slippery serpent could tell, it's cold lifeless head cocking slowly as it heard wild tugs and struggles from the man below in the dark, clawing blue hands and dripping wild tongues tearing at his flesh as he screamed out to ... "heaven help me"? "God help me!", that was a good one, it made Gaunt giggle inside its head, for the Humans were never graced by their Queen, did they call for a dead "God"?

Then they were truly lost creatures, ascension to his World was only fair for retribution.


The man screamed out, bloody fingers gripping at the grating metal floor as he was dragged along like a toy, two blue serpents of unknown clan lapping at his blood, nibbling on his skin, their tongues peeking at his chests erect nipples at though they had expected them to do something, snapping inner mouths biting and tearing on every part of the unfortunate soul as they probed him in fascination.

The above observant hunter was gone, a pin dropped to the floor as a thin pane of metal came crashing down from the ceiling, colliding with the head of one of the tormentors, the serpent reeled back on blood soaked claws only to have another force hit its cold lifeless face, an even more devoid plane of terror in its midst as the Overgrown Hell-worm stroked subtle claws of its own over the maw of its prey.

The serpent held silent and stiff for a moment, dazed perhaps to the foreign Chestburster as it sat so casually on his maw, its inner jaw trying to give a quick blow, only to be torn from the mouth by a cruel hand. Gaunt sunk his own inner jaw through the head of the lowly serpent, hot acidic blood rained out with soft tissue in a light of splendor, hissing on everything it touched that wasn't protected by their exo-skeletal shells.

As the limp carcase of one fell Gaunt had already propelled backwards, tackling the gawped observing serpent off of its Human victim, they tumbled through the darkness in an eyes-blink, the hurt, gasping man unable to do anything but shake in terror as he tried to ease the pain of his extremities, every single one of which bleeding and broken.

A hoarse scream fell from the blue serpent as it flailed to its unknown attacker, the overgrown Chestburster that sank hard sharp fang like teeth into its neck like the creature was no more than a well done steak, Gaunt's claws shredded the very ribs of the poor Xeno from his chest in one fell grip and tear, the young one was totally lost to the Chestburster as its organs spewed out from inside it, it writhed and died there and then, too easily as Gaunt raised his head back into the air, wiping its maw clean of acidic blood.


So strange for him to be so old, never reincarnate but more regenerated to glory, these green Xenos had little sense or co-ordination it seemed, but they weren't of The Hive in the end, so it dwelled little on his mind. The serpent was able to give a happy shudder to how it had killed on neutral ground, it could hear The Hive, controlling and creating the scene all above him, this floor was the part of no-mans-land, the lower it went, the more hostile it got.

The man on the ground whimpered as a clawed hand wrapped around his skull, two dainty slender fingers traced his eyes as the monstrous worm cocked it head up and breathed in, pheromones, such lovely, sweet pheromones, "kill all shadow serpents? progress being made, return hosts?" The silent creature looked to it's bleeding bait, assessing things as it let out a howling shriek into the cold dark air of this level, calling for assistance. "check, Peterson is present? check, Assimilation and hunt will be secondary objective, the Blue serpents are still wet and ripe to be slaughtered, will descend into hostile territory, hunt, kill, destroy, harvest."


Gaunt traced its fingers back as a lowly Drone appeared from the darkness, it snatched up the bleeding man without hesitation, the poor soul screaming as he was hauled away, to either bleed out or bleed in, one would do, the Chestburster slither to the lower access vent of this corridor, looking down the shoot of descent as it continued to commune and prep, a scent of it's own separate pheromones expelling from its maws pits as it slithered down to descend the complex.


"To all brood Brothers and Sisters, good to hear you are alive, Alpha FireHunter, understood objectives, will descend to enemy territory, will incapacitate hosts, destroy vermin Bloo Xenos and continue to disable this places power supplies, will send urgent request if Royal Jelly is found, I will rendezvous with You and the rest of the Guard later when ordered".

Gaunt stopped emitting after that, it had trouble even understanding its own communication, let alone getting messages along to other Hive members, his twisted synaptic link was outstanding, but the message was spreading out to friend Xeno's of his Hive, it would update his position and stance none-the-less.


The Chestburster tumbled to a crash into a lowly lab-set, the walls gleamed with green blood, burns and luminous hues in the air, the scent of a Hunter was on his lips, and so the stalking hell-worm scuttled, writhing away under the cabinets and laborious units, the door of this place lays bent outwards, littered with freshly killed, "syringe Xenomorphs?", the trail of blood and carnage leading along to a twisted shaft at the end of the winding dark hall, Gaunt started to descend lower as he followed the trail, dropping down into the deep dank depths, an eerie war shriek kissing the air as he began to hunt, sucking in the air of the shaft as his tiny form plummeted, a hunt for a Hunter it would fulfill.

Walking into the opening of the massive cargo baya single dropship lay before him, on board the dropship was the munitions and supplies he and his marines would need to purge the entire station, Peterson wasnt about to risk an infection spreading to the Vae Victus and he would be damned if he was going to let any inhuman bastard off of the station. Spitting on the ground he took a few steps forward, "Alright assholes cordon off the ship, we get what we need and its back to killing" He grunted.

Walking up the ramp of the dropship he opened a weapon case with his name on it with a smirk on his face he laughed a bit to himself as he heaved the grenade launcher out of the case, loading a roll of high explosive grenades into the weapons cansiter he loaded a single grenade into the tube before slinging the weapon on his back, picking up the four extra grenade canisters he carefully attacked them to the side of his armor for easy access. Refilling his ammo he grabbed some extra frag grenades and flares. One thing he was now sure of if it came to a fight he was armed to the teeth and wouldnt go down easily.

After the whole rumble in the elevator shaft voltage stood tall, popped his shoulders and checked his gear. His maul reverted back to his shoulder and he placed his helmet on the floor, feeling his face and body for any damaging marks or weak points. He check the life lines of those he was with, Skull - Ripper was still alive and breathing but Wolf's monitor went cold....

He cloaked himself and set off exploring in the labs, he will have to go back eventually to find the body but before then he needed to gain some knowledge of the ship and its dwellers. From whatever he could find he scanned documents and test subjects, killing off any remaining "accidents" that were being created.

As he went in further he learned more about the inhabitants. Their were queens and two hives...

His plan now was to separate the queens from the ship.

yet he knew at some point this ship will have to go down. So he picked a queen that he was closest too.
He messaged Skull - Ripper and told him that they will separate the queen from her kin in the upper levels and leave with our ships and take her with us. She is our trophy. Wolf is dead and i am now going back to retrieve his body, we will use his ship to crash into that portion of the ship to remove her cell from the Harmony.

AS he headed back through the labs he could ear something scuttling from the hall. He entered the hall and uncloaked himself to have found gaunt tracking him....

As he rounded the corner there was yet another stairwell. The only difference was this one only went up, which frustrated Skull ripper of course. He trudged up the stairs, every step made him consider the food industry more seriously. When he finally reached the top there was another hallway, which he followed. There were more twists and turns on this level of the complex, which was better than just a straight corridor. But all good things come to an end, this one ended in an elevator shaft. The doors were already pried open, revealing an empty space, save for some cables, those would have to suffice. He jumped forward, grabbing a cord, he heaved himself up, and up, and up again.
Some time later he reached another floor that was much further up, scrabbling over the edge into dark hall. His wrist computer flashed alerting him to the death of Wolf. "Damn it! Damn all the serpents to a bloody and honorless death" he said. A moment later his monitor flashed again, playing a message from Voltage, it told him their new plan to separate the Queen from the rest of xenomorphs. He proceeded through the ship towards their new destination.

The Hunter met The Hunter, such old memories were renewed.


The serpent froze instinctively, pressed to the side of the barren hall, its head cocked and tilted around, pivoting like a ball socket camera, a small faceless being gleamed in the reflection of an undertone much larger faceless mask, a hulking Yautja stood in the hallway, watching him, uncloaked and bold to the darkness, the slithered up maggot felt a chill run through its body, he had been found.

Gaunt now had his gaze locked, his slender serpentine body crept from the shadows to face down his soon to be foe, if it were a staring contest the two faceless monsters would be there for aeons, as things had it, an old sense was re-awakened at that point, the Chestbursters recollection of intact memory brought older conflicts to its mind, it recognized the Hunter before it. "Voltage?"


The slick mouth of the hell-worm started to protrude, correlating with the creatures motions in the darkened hallway, an old enemy for an decent kill, a grand fight or an every much the better host, it was too good to pass up. The Chestburster lurched its claws out and shrieked an echoing roar to it's foe, sprinting almost instantaneously to meet Voltage straight on, full frontal charging his tiny mass to rear against the lumbering giant.

He could feel it, how it was difficult to focus on a target so much smaller than yourself, hot plasma shots raining down asides Gaunt, the hallway burst with light as then began the fight, the maggot sprung from is tail in an assaulting leap of fates, sparks gleaming from its fresh eager skeletal shell, the proximity of the shots illuminating both of them, he saw the Hunter's arms raising to defend as the light bounced and rolled into darkness, everything sunk out of sight.

He saw the Hunters eyes glare, the masks sockets flaring in anger as long clawed fingers scratched at Gaunt's back, a curled claw battered into the metallic face plating in an eye-blink, a shuddered response, Gaunt clutched from Voltage's ceremonial face guard like a hellish vision of mocking fury, dangling from a claw that gripped the very top edge of the mask to keep him from being instantly pulled away by the hands that gripped his tail, his sharp tipped claws gently caressing the scalp of the Yautja, flesh and bone alike.


A wet blood thirsty maw stretched out into a grimacing scream as the free curled claw of the serpent slammed the masks left eye socket inwards to retaliate, soft miniscule acidic drops of blood eating the floor below them as both shrieked each other down, bug bites to start, none backed down, it was time for things to get ugly.

The reactions were instantaneous, The Hunter's head reared back both in surprise and anger as metal dented back to impact flesh, the serpent hurtled backwards onto the hard steel of the hallway in the rut of a heaved pull and toss, little more than a whisper followed it, a grin where a grin might be found on its cold lifeless face appeared. This would be their arena, the ground was set, the prey was in sight, long off shadows sparked with clashes and howls of mad battle, radial howls shocking through the darkness.


The Hunt was over, The Conflict had begun.

Bad apple hissed... he woke up late. The humans invaded the ship he was being held on. As well as the hunters. "Shit. Looks like I woke up late. Firehunter obliviously changed sides and isn't friendly to the Shadow serpents." Anyways luck was in his favour and a xenomorphs acid sprayed onto his holding cell and the door had melted. Game freak was on the ship somewhere, so was an old enemy. John Blackburn was on this ship.


The hives instincts told him to find hosts for the hive, he however was more interested in other things like finding Game freak. He hissed and looked around for a way out. suddenly he heard screams and humans death screams. He couldn't wait to get started killing. A scream was heard close to the door and a human was sent flying into the wall opposite the door. He groaned and got up. Bad apple got low. the marine looked around and spotted Bad apple. that's when Bad apple pounced and pinned the marine, who struggled and Bad apple pulled out his inner jaw. Bad apple saw the fear in the humans eyes and he fired his inner jaw into the humans skull and killed him almost instantly blood splattered all over the place. "Mmmmm Claw lickin' good." Bad apple hissed and launched through the door that was brought down by the marine that was just killed by Bad apple.

She sensed it, a new consciousnesses joining the HIVE MIND. Like another person inside her head. "Great," she thought(?) to herself, "now it is like I have eight people inside my head, thankfully only two are fighting for control." She turned towards mother. She wanted to help her in her old age, but she had other things to do, like find the Waralien. She gave mother a hiss and was on her way, silently running as fast as her tiny legs would carry her.

Inside the Head

"Well, well, well, looks like we have another mind in here. Aww well, lets get to business. So, you have been controlled by mother for your last two actions; and you are now on your way to find Waralien. But what about your little boyfriend, BadApple, what happened to him."
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"Well, he seems to have been sent on another objective, maybe that was who joined us; but for now just leave me alone, you might just get us both killed."
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"Oh all righty then. All because you are right, if I try to take over now the Marines might find us while we are fighting. Lets just go catch up with the crew."
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Back Outside

GameFreak was running through corridors that seemed to never end. She kept turning and twisting, thinking there was no way out of there. When she came across a corridor that was riddled with burn holes from acidic blood. GameFreak let out a hiss. "Waralien has been here, I can smell him." She followed the scent hoping that she found him before any members of THE HIVE found him. Then maybe they could round up a crew and beat some Marine ass.

DarkLioness had been wondering the hallways for sometime now and have climbed three flights of stairs and having to climb over a pile of chairs that were set up as a barricade of sorts. Yeah it sure looked like that bright idea had worked out just swell. It didn't really help that all DarkLioness had to do was just pull one chair and the rest of them began to fall. This was purely for the sake of making the chairs fall, since nothing was alive behind the barricade(or chairicade?). To avoid being hit by falling chairs DarkLioness leaped onto the wall and grinned happily as the chairs fell past here. Within seconds the chairs finished their cascade and the Xenomorph Warrior leaped off the wall and continued on her merry little way. Everything was so quiet now DarkLioness was wondering if there were any humans left alive in this space station. Just then the sounds on gunfire erupted far above her followed by the sounds of Xenomorphs screeching in pain and anger. Normally DarkLioness would have tried to communicate with them but in this case she merely smirked to herself; those Xenomorphs belonged to the Shadow Serpents. The useless collection of bugs lead by the traitor, Bloo were of no value to The Hive other than dead. If DarkLioness saw a Hunter poised to slice the head of a Shadow Serpents off she would happily stand by and let that happen. Less work and perhaps even a free meal if she could take the Hunter down soon enough. Hunters, as it turned out, were quiet delicious when eaten while they were still alive. Their flesh and blood was like an energizing elixir, not to mention very delicious especially when warm. DarkLioness could have thought about that all day long but alas she had work to do. She needed to find FireHunter or at least Gaunt. DarkLioness didn't mind being alone but with the Shadow Serpents running around all over the place like rats, being in the company of her hivemates would be much more safer. Not to mention she would be able to learn of The Hive's next move. They needed a plan badly now that Mother was gone. DarkLioness had tried to reach out to her mother but didn't get an answer back from the Red Queen. That meant she really must have been dead otherwise she would have answered back to the call. What would they do now?

Roars and the sound of shrieking Xenomorphs made DarkLioness look up to the ceiling. She couldn't see anything but she knew that roar all to well. FireHunter! What was going on? Was her under attack? Those shrieks didn't belong to members of The Hive. DarkLioness howled with frustration wishing she was closer in proximity to FireHunter, she would be of some use then. The shrieking seemed to have stopped following the sound of a loud bang and another roar from FireHunter. Was the fight over? DarkLioness took off running down several hallways and found her way into the ventilation system. She had to find FireHunter. That was the goal. Find FireHunter and kill any bugs of the Shadow Serpents she came across. DarkLioness crawled through the vents for almost thirty minutes until she jumped out and onto a floor, landing in knee deep water. A valve or tank must have ruptured and flooded part of this level. DarkLioness was about to continue when caught the scent of pheromones in the air and breathed them in. Good, FireHunter was still alive and well and something else. An objective, more than one objectives. All were important onjectives. DarkLioness gave a soft calm hiss. Once again the demented Warrior took to the vents and climbed seven levels before she came to yet another hallway that was free of water. Her mind was clear now.

She now had a goal that went far beyond just killing anything and everything that moved. Capturing living humans for use as hosts for the hive, kill the Shadow Serpents' bugs, kill their Queen and bring a human known as "Peterson" back to the Hive. Alive. It seemed FireHunter emphasized the point that the human still be among the living when brought to the hive. Though DarkLioness didn't exactly make an effort to learn human names the name Peterson did seem slightly familier. Had FireHunter mentioned the name once before at some point? Maybe Gaunt had brought up the name before? Or was she thinking about the humans in the room during her escape? Where had she heard that name before? DarkLioness growled and shook her head, she could figure all that out once the human was captured. But she was certain she'd heard that name before! Great, this was going to nag at her all day now. DarkLioness's thoughts were interupted by the sound of something moving through the vents at rapid speed. DarkLioness stilled and readied herself for a possible attack but nothing happend. The noise stopped and the sound of a faint hiss could be heard clearly. Another Xenomorph was nearby. DarkLioness wasn't sure about this one though, it sure as hell wasn't a Shadow Serpent but it wasn't of The Hive either. The "Hisser" as DarkLioness decided to call the Xenomorph went about it's way and the sound of it's claws in the vents faded.

*I wonder they were doing.*


DarkLioness stretched herself like a cat and began walking again, taking a left down a empty hallway that didn't even have papers in it. Completely empty. Maybe those that were fleeing didn't have a chance to make it to this hallway the Warrior thought to herself. Without warning a Drone jumped from the veiling and growled at DarkLioness who sneered in return. The Drone was a Shadow Serpent. Ha! A lone Shadow Serpent challenging a Warrior of The Hive? The odds were not in the favor of this pathetic little bug. DarkLioness hissed at the Drone who growled back and then lunged for her, the poor pathetic Drone thought it had his target where he wanted her. DarkLioness swiftly brought her tail in front of her body and no more then three seconds later the Drone was shrieking in pain. DarkLioness dangled the inferior creature in front of her on her tail and tilted her head to the side. Her tail was sticking right out of it's chest and blood poured to the floor like flowing water. The Drone thrashed and cried in pain when DarkLioness slammed it onto the ground. It tried to crawl away from it's rival but DarkLioness slowly followed it enjoying every second of it's suffering. The Drone then began to call for it's Queen and it's brothers and sister. DarkLioness began making an odd noise the sound like an ungodly version of a laugh, though it sounded more like hissing. Either way this was the Warrior's way of laughing.


*You think they can save you now, little bug? You're in my grasps now and nothing can save you. Not even you "Queen" can save you now.*


With the DarkLiness flipped the Drone onto it's back and violently ripped it's chest open with her claws. It screamed louder but soon it's scream were silenced by DarkLioness forcing her tail into it's mouth via it's inner jaw. The tiny inner jaw was damaged by the size of her tail but that didn't stop DarkLioness. She pushed her tail all the way down the Drone's throat until the tip of her tail poked into the Drone's stomach. DarkLioness pushed the tip of her tail out of the Drone stomach and wriggled her tail around. The Drone was still alive but was no longer thrashing but it's blood was still eating through the floor. DarkLioness slowly pulled her tail back into the stomach of the Drone and slowly back up it's throat and then she paused. The Drone gurgled and blood and saliva dribbled from it's mouth, DarkLioness grinned into the face of her enemy. With that last gesture DarkLionesss jabbed her tail through the throat of the Drone, splashing blood onto her face and the surrounding area. DarkLioness looked down at the now dead Drone heard a faint gurgling rumble; her stomach was growling. She hadn't eaten anything since she was in her Chestburster stage but she could feed now. DarkLioness looked at the ripped open abdominal cavity of the Drone and grabbed a handful of intestines and brought them up to her mouth. DarkLioness's inner mouth shot out and took a nice chunk of intestine. DarkLioness held still as she savored the taste of the Drone's innards. With a growl of disgust DarkLioness spat the piece of flesh out onto the floor. YUCK! They even tasted disgusting! Well no wonder they were BLOO'S children. That should have been a dead give away but DarkLioness followed her stomach instead of her brain. Oh well with that lesson learned DarkLioness decided to get some grub elsewhere and NOT from a Shadow Serpent. Now it was off to go collect Peterson. But she was CERTAIN she heard that name before.

*Where have I heard that name before?! Maybe I ate someone he knew. Maybe.*

War had been walking down this corridor for more than an hour already. He was sure this was the way back to Red's chamber, therefore back to Bloo. When War came upon an elevator shaft, only did he then realize his error. He must have taken a wrong turn earlier and went down a parallel path from Red's. Guess that blow from FH did more to him than he thought. Backtracking, War quickly recovered loss ground by sprinting down the corridor. Stealth didn't matter at this point, the only things down here were Bloo's forces and rats.

Halfway back, War sensed something crawling towards him. He quickly sheltered himself in a panel on the wall waiting for the presence to come nearer. Almost there, almost there, almost...gotcha!

War sprang from the wall with all his might, ripping the walling in the process and fell upon the being tailing him. Only a split second halt kept him from completely destroying gamefreak. Hissing in irritation, War demanded why gamefreak was chasing after him. A quick reply from the young Xeno informed him of Bloo's newest command and gamefreak's own order to follow War.

Hissing in acknowledgement, War continued down the corridor. War stopped momentarily to hiss a small apology and reminded the insane little Xeno not to sneak up on him again. Screeching in reply the two journeyed to a nearby elevator shaft. Using his strength, War parted the doors slightly and told gamefreak to slip in and destroy the locks keeping the door tightly shut. It seemed that this one shaft was out of power.

Slipping in quickly, gamefreak completed the task and motioned War to follow. Seemed the little one picked something up. Pulling himself into the shaft as well, War could clearly smell it.

'Looks like we have other guests on this station' War hissed to gamefreak, 'shall we go and introduce ourselves?'

The sinister smile that spread across gamefreak's face or what could count as a smile chilled the very being of War.

Voltage stood back taking off his helm. the bone that covered over his helmet had a hole punched through it and he looked over at gaunt as he glared from the eye socket he once corroded had been dented in. he punches in the dent and looks back at him with scoff.

Gaunt leaps at him, Voltage Smacked him down with his helmet and kept doing so until he slithered away from him. Voltages weapons conceal themselves away back into his armor, his wrist gun wasn't hitting him so he embraced the fight with brute force. He presses his helm back on and switches visions to track him. But he was so quick it was hard to keep an eye on him.

His words raised in holler as he looked at gaunt. "not such a newborn anymore i see, in your blood i see fight, in it i see an old memory that stands still waiting to be purged."

They stare down again and get into another fight Voltage ends up punching holes through the walls trying to catch him but he felt too much like Goliath vs David. Gaunt used this as a tactic to crawl into the holes in the wall and jump through as he did before in the vents to destroy power, he strike voltage fast and quick through the openings. leaving voltage more angry and laughing as he couldn't catch him.

He shout aloud and shot the power core near the door with his wrist gun and shot many others near by, soon the emergency lock down happened and gaunt crept from one of the holes to find the doors locking down in the labs. His hiss would echo as he back into the holes.

Voltage produced his war call and his maul again detaches and falls in to his hand, from then on he stabs into the wall and runs down the hall shouting for blood at gaunt.

Gaunt would quickly jump to the nearest wall trying to whip at him as voltage scarred the whole hall up with his giant blade. Again he run back through with his blade ruining his tactic. Still trying to catch him.

Gaunt runs for more ground towards the labs still trying to strike back at voltage. Voltage puts away his maul and reaches for his war hammer trying to smash gaunt as he dodges from tables and desk in the lab.
"Hold still you insect!"

Then it went silent, Voltage walked around the room putting away the old relic of a hammer, his wrist blades slid out. as he looked at the destruction he caused in the lab, Gaunt quickly crawled behind debris. Voltage was unaware though, Gaunt took this as a chance but at the last moment he heard the fragments scatter when he leaped. Voltage turned around, but not quick enough with his blades so he headbutts gaunt down to the ground and kicks him across the lab. A screech echoed and voltage fires a few rounds from his wrist gun at the spot he landed....

But no that would have been far too easy as he thought as he approaches the blast points to find nothing in their ruins....

The drop ship made its loud roar was the whole craft began to land in the hive covered bay area. John stood up as the wind hit his face before motioning for Jesse and the two marines to follow. He moved quietly into the ship rummaging around through the condiments of its compartments. This thing was packed full of equipment and Blackburn was starting to enjoy the perks of having drop ships. Now normally you'd just ride down in them, to only be picked up by them and that's about it. He turned slightly eyeing a smart gun laying across about four of the seats. He shook his head muttering "don't have the training" he slowly rummaged through the available pulse rifle condiments. He started equiping a reflex scope to the gun and then started tuning it. He would need a wide range of sight during this mission and it would be painful to bump right into a xeno. He looked over at Jessie who was helping himself before checking coms for the other unit. "Barricade actual and Jackknife actual what's your status?" Barricade answered back as did Jackknife. Barricade actual had managed to push their way to the back of the ship to engine room and were working on disabling the engines so this thing wouldn't go anywhere. Jackknife breached the top of the ship only to meet heavy resistance from some red hive. John was silent as he heard about the red hive thinking.

He stocked up on ammo before walking over to Peterson "Captain I checked the unit status just now and found that one has made it to their objective while the other is trying to meet up with us, But... The unit commander of the unit that’s meeting up with said they found another hive structure...a red one sir to be exact." He paused for a moment before he started grabbing more ammo while awaiting his commander’s answer. It was now know that there were two hives and if there were two they would battle out for dominance "Sir I think as strange as this sounds...we just stepped into the middle of a civil war."

>Mysterious Stranger: Enter Red’s Chamber.

I have no idea who you could be, but you enter Red’s Chamber.

Wow, so mysterious.

>Bloo: Enter Red's Chamber.

Your Praetorian Guard – excluding Magenta, Kirby and Badapple – have now situated themselves outside of the Supply Hangar’s entry way. Alpha Draconis is inside. They’ve geared up and have yet to exit, where they will no doubt be assimilated and turned into hosts. At least, you hope so. Nothing you plan ever seems to go right lately. You really hope those Hiveborn bastards aren’t planning on doing the same. That would really upset you, probably.

Hundreds of red Xenomorphs have died during your furious campaign to Red’s Chamber, which is conveniently hidden away at the top corner of The Hive.

You feel like you’re at the end of a journey, in fact. DONE! It has taken hours, but you’re finally here, and you think it’s going to be smooth cruising from now on. And no FireHunter anywhere!

Wow, what a shitty phrase. “Smooth cruising.” Horrible.

You could just die right now from all the happiness you’re feeling.

> Bloo: Consume Royal Jelly.

Hanging limp above you is Red’s decaying cadaver, curiously kept levitated by the cradle-like contraption. No signs of a struggle. You wonder what Halliday did to kill her? Not that you care. In fact, as I type this sentence, you immediately forget and force her body out of the imprisonment construct.
God. She’s held tight. Her limbs, having fit snuggly into the construct, stay in place as you force the rest of her body to come down. Barely any blood seeps through; a powdery green dust spills down in its place.

That’s… weird, you guess??

>Break open carapace and consume Royal Jelly.

There is no hesitation to do so. Goddamn, this stuff is really “runny” – no viscosity at all. And it’s really , really black for some reason? That shouldn’t be alarming, but it is. You can’t help but think about why black liquids should be alarming.

Black… Liquids…

Maybe it’s because you imagined this to be sort of like, you know, jelly, and not smooth applesauce?

Anyway, you… wait, who’s that?

>Bloo: Be the other guy.

You are now the Mysterious Stranger, which happens to be Magents Steaks. You never saw that coming.

Bloo’s standing right there, right next to the body of the enemy Queen, Red. Or, what’s left of her body, anyway – Bloo’s torn it up pretty badly. What a poor dead lady, you think. You can’t help but feel sad-daughter feelings. Even though Red’s not your mom??

HMMM.

>Bloo: Greet Magenta.

Wow, it’s your ARCHAGENT, Magenta. She thinks she’s a King. She’s horribly misinformed.

With a flick of your wrist, you let her know who’s boss and attempt to shush her away. It doesn’t work. Man! What a bitch. But you take that back because you’re supposed to be a loving mother even though she’s a bitch.

>Magenta Steaks: Mourn Red’s body.

This is disgusting, you think. You involuntarily howl and whine at the sight of the mangled corpse.

Magenta, this is no way for you to behave. Bad girl.

…

Magenta?

>Bloo: Be horrified.

You are horrified.

>Magenta Steaks: Enter.

A sudden urge for JUSTICE overcomes your fluctuating psyche. Something is wrong. If you had a soundtrack to your life, it would probably sound like this right now.

Holy shit. That’s some really ominous music. You would listen to this through speakers with the volume way up as you read the rest of the post. The first 5 or so minutes, at least. The rest is some heroic bullshit that you don’t need right now.

In any case, the mood is set. Something hard is about to go down.

>Magenta Steaks: Consume the Royal Jelly.

This feels incredibly silly. And yet…

…so right.

Bloo is horrified as she gets back up and scoffs at your questionable judgment. The sleek edges of your fangs protrude from your gums even more prominently now. Saucy.

The black sludge is somehow leaking from between your teeth and spilling from any and every orifice available on your body. Good god, it’s making your exoskeleton bubble and pop – this is NOT the Royal Jelly your species is known to produce.

How… how exactly did Red die, again?

>Magenta Steaks: Rise.

Your tail, once dragging along behind you like a dead leg, now hovers above your head with its barb-tipped blade erect. It flexes to exaggerate your new size; your arms do the same, which curl downward to mimic your arched back. The black goo consuming your body finally begins to settle. What surfaces from the boiling goop is now an entirely different… thing.



Fucking incredible.

>Magenta Steaks: Consume Bloo’s Royal Jelly.

You don’t like being this thing. You need both pieces of the puzzle to becoming whole. And just as Red had her Royal Jelly “infected” with black liquid, Bloo did, too. You can sense that as your new form.

And you want it.

>Narrator: Momentarily switch to the other Narrator.

         You are now the Omniscient Narrator.
         You are so tired of the other narrator’s bullshit, and he knows it. You also know it. You’re omniscient. He’s omnipotent. It just works. The most notable difference is that you type with indents and he doesn’t.
         As the Omniscient Narrator, you will describe the commands that the Omnipotent Narrator gives the characters.

>Omniscient Narrator: Illustrate Majestic Supremacy.

         Magenta, now in an entirely different form, was poised sternly over the puddle of inky swill that just mutated her into a pugnacious savage. She has no idea what just happened to her or why, and really, she was shell-shocked.
         Bloo viscously barked in retaliation, barging forward in attempt to knock the foreign threat down. Instead, Magenta, consciously or not, whipped Bloo’s neck and subdued the attack. Bloo couldn’t have anticipated this, which enraged her even more. Again she charged, but this time Magenta ripped Bloo’s jaws off. Her green blood shot out of her throat like water from a damaged pipe. She could only falter back and stumble across the ground in pathetic confusion, clawing at the ground for her missing jaw. As if nothing could go worse, Magenta squeezed Bloo’s neck and perforated her crown to pull her second jaw out through the back of her head. The soft and meaty appendage wiggled limply in Magenta’s palms. She even dangled it in front of Bloo’s face before swallowing it. Maliciously, Magenta then clutched Bloo’s shoulders and kept her there as she gurgled with satisfaction, cleaving into Bloo’s flesh deeper and deeper with each passing moment. She then dropped the damaged animal and tightened her muscles, heaving her shoulders back and inflating her jaw length. Bloo could only whimper. This is it, they both thought. The creature leaned her long head back, momentarily shuttered, and then screamed. And never before had Bloo ever heard such a ghastly wail.
         If there was ever a defining moment in the old matriarch’s life, it was this: the grievous, soul-eating shriek of a vengeful banshee.
         At that point, Bloo was still alive, barely managing to keep up with what’s happening. It’s amazing how much blood flows through a single Xenomorph, let alone an Empress. She was sprawled out on ground in frustration. More blood came. She could only think of her children – she genuinely cared for her last generation of Xenomorphs, and the thought they would all be murdered by Magenta was unbearable. She just wanted to die.

         Magenta complied.

>Examine Bloo’s body.

         At this point, we don’t know how exactly Magenta ended Bloo’s life, but presently, what’s left of her body lays with Red.
         Ash Halliday, upon insistence from Michaels, injected Red with a foreign liquid found in the Derelict on Acheron in hopes of discovering a way to speed up egg production. What he found was much worse – Red showed signs of extreme hostility and immediately died. Perhaps because of her young age, Red’s trial simply killed her. But Bloo lived. Of course, it rendered her useless as it took away her ability to breed, among other things. But what’s so important about this is that it changed the Royal Jelly to become faster-acting – essentially like the black liquid itself.
         And as such, when Magenta was finished violating the kingdom with a violent act of matricide, she tore open Bloo’s diamond-like carapace for the Royal Liquid. She is now residing in an unknown part of the ship, perhaps above, below or even in the Neutral Zone. She’s simply waiting for Bloo’s Jelly to finish completing the puzzle. And when that is done, she’ll be biologically similar to a Xenomorph Queen, though mentally unstable and physically larger. She will be a King with no kingdom to rule over.



         And she intends to sink this ship.

Pain. It’s an amazing feeling, you think. It makes you feel like you actually fucking EXIST. You don’t feel like that. You feel empty, voided, and you have a horrible headache. You know the Bloo queen is dead. The voice is gone, and you are NOT GOING TO PRETEND YOU DIDN’T LIKE IT. You loved it. The hate you had felt for it before was washed away by the realization that the Voice belonged to something strong and it could protect you. Given, you are pretty self-serving and selfish. How could it be gone? You knew it must’ve been strong. You have two choices. You decide you want to find out what thing thing is and how it acts. You don’t want to ally yourself with something that might KILL YOU. You should go find the kill monster, you think.

As you start to walk towards were the Voice was before she died, you start thinking about pumpkins. WHAT PUMPKIN YOU ASK? Well that doesn’t matter. What matters is finding whatever killed the Voice. Wow, it must be really strong. Wow, it must be sexy. You slither and crawl through the convenient ventilation system, completely ignoring your former queen’s directive. She’s dead. Okay. You don’t care. The Voice-killer thing must be stronger. Maybe it can kill Firebitch too! And that other hive the Voice said. Anyway, you better be quiet. You don’t want to be found by the Hive. They’d tare you apart.

You hear an odd sound as you wander. A screeching noise, like the scream of a hungry rabid wolf possessed by Satan. Not that you care. You slowly turn around, and you have a full view of the monster in front of you. Your reaction is simple. You let out a low growl, communicating to the Archagent your respect. And possible loyalty. A King needs servants, after all.

Inside the Head

"NO, NO, NO, NO, SHE IS GONE, I CAN FEEL IT, IT IS LIKE I AM DYING, LOSING PART OF MY MIND!!"
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"What? Is our mother finally dead? Thank god, I thought she would never die."
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"NO YOU FOOL!! Don't you understand, she was the one thing, the thing that kept me from snapping, the thing that kept you at bay! Now you are going to kill us both!"
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"Oh shut it. You don't know what kept me at bay, it was the immediate danger all the time, if I were to take over you would have fought against me; and gotten us killed. So why don't we just go find her body, eat some jelly, and kill some marines?"
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"N-no, we are going to ravage these marines first, we are going to harass them till they run out of ammo, and that is final."
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Back Outside

GameFreak was crawling, and twitching, like she was having a seizure. She was trying to be as stealthy as possible, but her body kept bumping into the walls she climbed on. She had to reach the vent, to get into the hangar, to kill the marines. She climbed the wall, trying her hardest, but she could barely keep herself from falling apart, she felt like she was dying, like a heart had been ripped out when Bloo died. She climbed with all her might, falling, climbing, making as much noise as a freight train, letting out screeches, trying to reach the vent that would give her access to the hangar. She didn't know if she could make it, but something told her to keep trying, and she did, and finally she reached the vent, crawling through it, and stopping a resting. It felt like her body was being riddled with bullets, but it was in her mind, and she had to reach the hangar.

After what seemed like hours of torturous crawling and making a racket GameFreak finally reached the vent that dropped right into the hangar, she could see the marines had already set up a base, they would be ready for an attack from everywhere, everywhere it seemed but the top, maybe if she was fast enough she could climb through the vent, cross the ceiling and drop down. Well there was only one way to know. She burst through the vent and BAM, instantly she was shot by a marine standing guard, he let out a yell and the rest trained their guns on her. She was being shot at but the marines apparently were not good shots, they were all missing, but a few stray rounds hit her in the chest. She was dripping blood and the only way out besides the way she came from was completely opposite her. She let loose a screech and sprinted, spraying blood on the marines below, melting some of their weapons and armor, but not all of them.

GameFreak ran, ran as fast as her tiny legs would move, she was being shot at by guns, they were missing, she was running hoping to escape through the doors to the hangars, hoping that she could find a place to hide; and she ran for minutes, then the minutes turned into hours. She finally stopped when she was no longer in a place she recognized, she was in a different hive.

Unlike everyone else who had a mind f*ck,krio only had a slight shock and nothing.maybe because of the fact that he was not so close to bloo.he hissed in frustration when he saw GF trying to find the second hive.he crawled after her in the vent.then he saw her running trough marines.she got hit even if they where no good shot.he hissed in anger after he saw her getting bursted in bullets."Okay! Thats it! I am sick of having to see people die!" Unfortunatly she made it. Krio however still had his head together and made a little sense in what he did.he sneaked past them. That was enough to make him get to gamefreak. He hissed in satisfaction when he saw gamefreak alive and he growled to make her aware of his presence."GF! Are you mad! You can kill yourself!" GF ignored krio. Krio was mad and hissed in anger."Whe have both said a lot of things that whe are going to regret...but i think we should put our diffrences behind us. For the hive." Krio growled when he saw that she was not listening to what he said. Gamefreak was so in shock of Bloos death that she could not listen to anything he said. Krio hissed out of anger."Pull yourself together!in our last time of being alive we tell the red jack asses to suffer in their own blood as we will kill their unholy deeds and destroy their hard work!" It reminded him of when they where on lv 4 26. He did the same thing with GameFreak. But now it was time for war.his fellow kins would not die here...they would not die in a F*CKING RED HIVE!!! Krio hissed calmly to tell GF to stand down. But when he tryed to find something in her mind he found a second GF. As if GameFreak had two minds. One side good....other one evil. Krio was unable to connect further with GF because of some kind of a connection loss...like ps3...if he knew what that is,wich he doesn't.he still was in the same place where GF was but he could'nt communicate.he had to wait untill he found her connection.

With his claws deeply embedded into the metal wall, War struggled to remember what had happened in the few short minutes that had passed. He could have sworn that the event lasted far longer than a few minutes.

-Minutes before-

War was scaling behind gamefreak, the latter had sensed some new presence just ahead and was rushing forward stealthly leaving the Alpha lagging behind as he slowly inched forward. War knew something was completely off about the young Xeno, occasionally War would see GF spasm and twitch.

'Only from Bloo's hive' War thought.

Speaking of Bloo, War wondered what his insane leader was up to. Reaching out, Bloo tapped into Bloo's thoughts only to be shown an odd image. There was another Xeno with him/her, magenta colored, about as tall as Bloo, Magenta (really was that it's name?). Suddenly the stranger transformed into a blackish creature that enveloped Bloo.

The whiplash War felt was a strike far worse than what Firehunter had done to him earlier. War blacked out and lost his grip on the wall. Falling, War's subconscious slowly crawled back to the surface, just in time to realize his situation and using all his strength, plunged his claws deeply into the wall and stopped his fall.

Shaking himself, he thought 'What happened?'

-Presently-

War tried repeatedly to reach out to Bloo, only to come up with empty results. War reached out to the rest of his brood. Many of the young, deranged drones and warriors began to rebel, striking out at their brothers and sisters. The one known as Drone, disappeared completely from the hive synapse, no doubt running to that monster Magenta. Those still loyal to Bloo's, well formally Bloo's, brood killed or restrained those that had rebelled.

War looked up the shaft and saw gamefreak was no longer there. Reaching out again, War found that GF was still connected to the brood, unstable but still connected. At once War was assaulted mentally with a thousand request of the hive asking what to do.

War forced them all silent. 'Our objective is still the same, the workers will still tend to the hive. All warriors on alert, no telling what our enemies will attempt. Any and all veteran members, I will be leading an assault upon the marines in the hanger. From there we will push on through to this Magenta. She will pay for the death of our leader.'

War reared his head back and let out a deafening howl in the shaft. The sound intensified traveling through it. Faintly, but growing louder every second, the screeching from the hive swelled.

Death was coming...

Blizzard had picked off another human marine and had pulled him into one of the working offices his tall long bony body stood before the helpless marine the young warrior claw dug deep into his shoulder before throwing him into the wall and on impact his helmet fell off but just when all hope seemed lost for the marine . Blizzard let out a high pitch shriek and grabbed his large domed head in pain as he feel to floor occasionally twitching as the sound of his mother dying screams resonated in his head . Blizzard continuously twitched and whimpered and he saw image of his mother being murdered . Blizzard would have continued to be tormented by these images if it wasn't for a more real pain that had started spreading through his leg suddenly Blizzard snapped out of his painful trance and saw that the marine had reached for his handgun and had shoot a few bullets into his legs .

Blizzard knocked over the marine before exiting the room via a vent and made his way as quick as possible to the top floor where red mother had been killed despite the high number of aggressive pheromones Blizzard made his way into the chamber , as he exited from the room he could sense a less familiar and more sinister pheromone that polluted the room , the young warrior continued to limp towards bloo's pheromones when he finally saw a severed arm that was Bloo's . Blizzard let out at whimper before lowering his head .

1 hour later
An hour had passed and Blizzard had mourned enough for the dead his mother would have not wanted him to stay here and wait for some creature to kill him off . Blizzard decided the best course of action was to found Waralien the alpha of the shadow serpents there he could of more use to his clan . Blizzard limped towards the alpha's pheromone making through the complex .

1 hour and 55 minutes later

Blizzard finally tracked down Waralien and collapsed in front of him he had to made his way through at least a dozen few marine that had opened fire on him , he would have probably been dead if it wasn't for the fact that a few red drones had flanked them but nevertheless this had resulted in a loss blood , Blizzard lifted his head before asking in a polite manner What the fuck do we do now ...


GAME OVER MAN GAME OVER