Prologue: My time in Hell
As Private Dwain Hicks walked down the hallway he quickly realized how grim the situation was. He was a United State Colonial Marine. He and a platoon of other men were sent to LV-1218 when communication was lost several months ago. He had no idea why the hell Weyland-Yutan would want to colonize such a shit hole. Every one was dead who lived here, he knew that, so did everyone else sent here, and they knew what killed them too. Every single man in the Corps had heard about what happened on LV-426; damn Xenomorph's killed every single Marine sent there. Here he was on a planet known to be infested with Xenomorph's, and walking down a dark, cold, and musty hallway. Thank god we're outa here tomorrow he thought. He was woken from thought by a blip on his motion tracker. He looked down at it and saw a medium sized blip on the screen; it indicated there was something moving around about five hundred feet down the hall. He griped his M-41A Pulse Rifle tightly and began to walk down the hall. The M-41A Pulse Rifle was the standard issue rifle to all Colonial Marines; it consisted of a Pulse Rifle and a grenade launcher. The Pulse Rifle part of the weapon could accommodate 99 rounds of 10mm explosive caseless armour-piercing rounds. The Pulse Rifle ammunition was housed in a magazine clip allowing easy reloading of the rifle. The grenade launcher consisted of a 30mm launcher capable of holding four grenades.
As the blip moved closer to him, he stopped and rose the Pulse Rifle to his shoulder and turned on the 750-candle power lamped mounted on the left shoulder of his M3 personal body armor. It lit up the entire hall and he could see to the end. The blip on the motion sensor was gone, and there was nothing in the hall that he could see. He took a few more steps forward and heard a clinking noise coming from behind him. The motion tracker wasn't picking anything up, but that was because it only worked in the area it was pointed at. He quickly spun around expecting to see a Xenomorph, what scared him is that he didn't. He didn't see anything at all. "I've got movement in the Lab hallway" he said into the microphone on his helmet. He was at all times linked to the HQ in the hanger. How I wish I was in the hanger, playing cards, drinking he thought. But no. I'm walking in a dark hall at 3 am, boy ain't life grand. "You have a positive ID?" a voice came over the radio.
"No, if there was I would have shot it" Hicks shot back at the man on the other end.
"We need a positive ID"
"Fuck you, you know as well as I do that this place is crawling with Morphs" Hicks responded icily, "So just send a few guys here to help me look around"
"I'll see what I can do," the voice said.
"You do that" Hicks said, then closed the link.
"What the hell am I doing here?" Hicks said aloud as he walked back to the other end of the hall so he could meet up with the back up. He was beginning to get very scared, which was rare for him. He could hear noises coming from the ceiling and the hall behind him. The motion tracker wasn't picking anything up and every time he turned around there was nothing there. I might as well turn the lamp off, don't wanna run the batteries dead he thought. Just as he turned the lamp off the motion tracker lit up like a Christmas tree. There were at least ten to fifteen blips on it. And they were all moving toward him.
As Corporal Michael McPherson walked toward the door leading to the Lab hallway he heard the distinct sound of the M-41A Pulse Rifle firing from inside the hall. He cocked his Pulse Rifle, squatted about seventy- five feet from the door, aimed his rifle at it, and then put a call into HQ. "I have shots fired from Lab hall, over" he said into the microphone.
"Repeat that" a voice said.
"I have shots coming from inside the Lab hall, send more back up" McPherson ordered, then cut the link. He could hear clinking noise caming from somewhere in the hall. Damn it, why didn't I bring a motion tracker he thought angrily. He turned on the shoulder lamp and began to scan the hall when the door to the Lab hall flew open and a man came running out. He had a look of pure horror on his face. His M3 body armor appeared to be melted, as was his helmet. The man was looking back at the door and ran right into McPherson. "Whoa, Hicks" McPherson said as he pushed himself off the ground, "What's going on?"
"We gotta get outa here!" Hicks yelled as he bolted down the hall. McPherson started to jog after Hicks when he heard a hissing sound coming from behind him. He toggled on the lamp and spun around with his rifle at the ready. When he turned around he saw a creature approximately two feet from him. It was about eight feet tall, a jet black color, had spines coming out of it's back, a scorpion like tail, a long dome shaped head, skinny legs, and skinny arms tipped with claws. It had no eyes, and a mouth full of razor sharp teen. Its whole body was coated in a mucus like substance. It began to open its mouth and another small mouth came out of it. McPherson backed up a few steps and fired a burst into the creature's head. The head exploded sending its acidic blood flying everywhere. It struck the walls and floors with a sizzling sound. A few drops struck McPherson's hand causing him to scream out in pain. He quickly turned and ran full speed after Hicks.
He could hear the creatures running after him. He was terrified; he had never been so scared in his life. He was usually not scared of anything, but this was something that would scare the shit out of anyone. As he neared the end of the hall he saw Hicks punching buttons on a panel next to the exit. "It won't open," Hicks said as he turned. He had a look of utter terror on his face.
"What the hell are they?" McPherson asked as he backed up to the door.
"Xenomorph's" Hicks responded as he popped a new clip into his Pulse Rifle.
"What?"
"Aliens" Hicks said looking down at his motion tracker. It had twenty to thirty blips on it. McPherson tried his radio but all he got was static. "Comm. link doesn't work," he said trying to conceal his terror.
"Your Comm. Unit's fucked up" Hicks said. McPherson looked down the hall and didn't see anything. The hall was completely dark except for the light coming from the lamp on his shoulder. The lamp on Hicks shoulder appeared to be melted. McPherson didn't see any thing coming down the hall, and the beeping on the motion tracker had stopped. "Where are they?" McPherson asked tensely.
"Be quiet" Hicks commanded. A light clanking noise could be heard coming from the ceiling above them. Hicks aimed his Pulse Rifle at the ceiling and fired a long burst, complete silence followed. McPherson could hear his heart pounding, and wondered if Hicks could hear it too. Suddenly a thundering crash came from the darkness of the hall in front of them. McPherson shown his lamp on the origin of the sound and saw a vent cover, and he saw his lamps light begin to fade. He looked at the battery and saw it had holes in it, most likely from the acid blood of the Alien he shot. There was nothing he could do but wait. He stood clenching his Pulse Rifle, feeling every muscle in his body tense up and start to cramp. He watched the light fade, and wondered what would happen when it died, then the light went out and there was complete and total darkness.
As Private Dwain Hicks walked down the hallway he quickly realized how grim the situation was. He was a United State Colonial Marine. He and a platoon of other men were sent to LV-1218 when communication was lost several months ago. He had no idea why the hell Weyland-Yutan would want to colonize such a shit hole. Every one was dead who lived here, he knew that, so did everyone else sent here, and they knew what killed them too. Every single man in the Corps had heard about what happened on LV-426; damn Xenomorph's killed every single Marine sent there. Here he was on a planet known to be infested with Xenomorph's, and walking down a dark, cold, and musty hallway. Thank god we're outa here tomorrow he thought. He was woken from thought by a blip on his motion tracker. He looked down at it and saw a medium sized blip on the screen; it indicated there was something moving around about five hundred feet down the hall. He griped his M-41A Pulse Rifle tightly and began to walk down the hall. The M-41A Pulse Rifle was the standard issue rifle to all Colonial Marines; it consisted of a Pulse Rifle and a grenade launcher. The Pulse Rifle part of the weapon could accommodate 99 rounds of 10mm explosive caseless armour-piercing rounds. The Pulse Rifle ammunition was housed in a magazine clip allowing easy reloading of the rifle. The grenade launcher consisted of a 30mm launcher capable of holding four grenades.
As the blip moved closer to him, he stopped and rose the Pulse Rifle to his shoulder and turned on the 750-candle power lamped mounted on the left shoulder of his M3 personal body armor. It lit up the entire hall and he could see to the end. The blip on the motion sensor was gone, and there was nothing in the hall that he could see. He took a few more steps forward and heard a clinking noise coming from behind him. The motion tracker wasn't picking anything up, but that was because it only worked in the area it was pointed at. He quickly spun around expecting to see a Xenomorph, what scared him is that he didn't. He didn't see anything at all. "I've got movement in the Lab hallway" he said into the microphone on his helmet. He was at all times linked to the HQ in the hanger. How I wish I was in the hanger, playing cards, drinking he thought. But no. I'm walking in a dark hall at 3 am, boy ain't life grand. "You have a positive ID?" a voice came over the radio.
"No, if there was I would have shot it" Hicks shot back at the man on the other end.
"We need a positive ID"
"Fuck you, you know as well as I do that this place is crawling with Morphs" Hicks responded icily, "So just send a few guys here to help me look around"
"I'll see what I can do," the voice said.
"You do that" Hicks said, then closed the link.
"What the hell am I doing here?" Hicks said aloud as he walked back to the other end of the hall so he could meet up with the back up. He was beginning to get very scared, which was rare for him. He could hear noises coming from the ceiling and the hall behind him. The motion tracker wasn't picking anything up and every time he turned around there was nothing there. I might as well turn the lamp off, don't wanna run the batteries dead he thought. Just as he turned the lamp off the motion tracker lit up like a Christmas tree. There were at least ten to fifteen blips on it. And they were all moving toward him.
As Corporal Michael McPherson walked toward the door leading to the Lab hallway he heard the distinct sound of the M-41A Pulse Rifle firing from inside the hall. He cocked his Pulse Rifle, squatted about seventy- five feet from the door, aimed his rifle at it, and then put a call into HQ. "I have shots fired from Lab hall, over" he said into the microphone.
"Repeat that" a voice said.
"I have shots coming from inside the Lab hall, send more back up" McPherson ordered, then cut the link. He could hear clinking noise caming from somewhere in the hall. Damn it, why didn't I bring a motion tracker he thought angrily. He turned on the shoulder lamp and began to scan the hall when the door to the Lab hall flew open and a man came running out. He had a look of pure horror on his face. His M3 body armor appeared to be melted, as was his helmet. The man was looking back at the door and ran right into McPherson. "Whoa, Hicks" McPherson said as he pushed himself off the ground, "What's going on?"
"We gotta get outa here!" Hicks yelled as he bolted down the hall. McPherson started to jog after Hicks when he heard a hissing sound coming from behind him. He toggled on the lamp and spun around with his rifle at the ready. When he turned around he saw a creature approximately two feet from him. It was about eight feet tall, a jet black color, had spines coming out of it's back, a scorpion like tail, a long dome shaped head, skinny legs, and skinny arms tipped with claws. It had no eyes, and a mouth full of razor sharp teen. Its whole body was coated in a mucus like substance. It began to open its mouth and another small mouth came out of it. McPherson backed up a few steps and fired a burst into the creature's head. The head exploded sending its acidic blood flying everywhere. It struck the walls and floors with a sizzling sound. A few drops struck McPherson's hand causing him to scream out in pain. He quickly turned and ran full speed after Hicks.
He could hear the creatures running after him. He was terrified; he had never been so scared in his life. He was usually not scared of anything, but this was something that would scare the shit out of anyone. As he neared the end of the hall he saw Hicks punching buttons on a panel next to the exit. "It won't open," Hicks said as he turned. He had a look of utter terror on his face.
"What the hell are they?" McPherson asked as he backed up to the door.
"Xenomorph's" Hicks responded as he popped a new clip into his Pulse Rifle.
"What?"
"Aliens" Hicks said looking down at his motion tracker. It had twenty to thirty blips on it. McPherson tried his radio but all he got was static. "Comm. link doesn't work," he said trying to conceal his terror.
"Your Comm. Unit's fucked up" Hicks said. McPherson looked down the hall and didn't see anything. The hall was completely dark except for the light coming from the lamp on his shoulder. The lamp on Hicks shoulder appeared to be melted. McPherson didn't see any thing coming down the hall, and the beeping on the motion tracker had stopped. "Where are they?" McPherson asked tensely.
"Be quiet" Hicks commanded. A light clanking noise could be heard coming from the ceiling above them. Hicks aimed his Pulse Rifle at the ceiling and fired a long burst, complete silence followed. McPherson could hear his heart pounding, and wondered if Hicks could hear it too. Suddenly a thundering crash came from the darkness of the hall in front of them. McPherson shown his lamp on the origin of the sound and saw a vent cover, and he saw his lamps light begin to fade. He looked at the battery and saw it had holes in it, most likely from the acid blood of the Alien he shot. There was nothing he could do but wait. He stood clenching his Pulse Rifle, feeling every muscle in his body tense up and start to cramp. He watched the light fade, and wondered what would happen when it died, then the light went out and there was complete and total darkness.