BERSERK: Aliens
A strange world where demons run amok, Rape, robbery and murder are a somewhat common thing now
Gutts thinks he's seen it all: all types of humans and demons, he thinks he's seen the worst of what life has to offer….he's wrong
Across the land, different creatures go about their day differently;
Human villagers attempt to go about their lives
Gutts travels across the land, hunting the creatures that are attracted by the mark on his neck
And a strange former human called 'Rosine' thinks she's queen of the elves, living in a fantasy world of her own.
But all of that's about to change…
A strange ship, massive but completely round in its design drifts slowly in space. The organization that uses this ship, as well as the 2 billion people who live on it; prefer to refer to it as 'The Cracker' though some call it the 'mother ship'.
On one side of the massive, round ship: a large cannon-like device sits, quietly humming, being prepared to do its job at any given time. Its job, and the purpose of all those on board: to collect resources from planets, and when possible, completely drain the inside of the planet and convert said planet into another 'Cracker'.
Despite its worker type lifestyle, the mobile mechanized ball was anything but defenceless, having enough fire power to take on several advanced enemy fleets. Some would call it a mobile siege platform, and it sometimes was used for such a purpose, carrying countless thousands of ships of all kinds, it could easily deploy a fairly large fleet in a matter of minutes.
But today, it had a different assignment, a simple drop off in the middle of nowhere dead space.
"Are you sure this shits safe man? I don't want my little brother getting killed because of some accident"
James questions his childhood friend Dimitri about their mission, not wanting his little brother Joseph to get hurt in anyway, despite them both being a part of the new 'children soldiers of tomorrow' program the ship had running, where they would attempt to brainwash willing children into super soldiers that don't know fear and could harness the prototype weapons and armour the ship had just created.
James skin was pale enough that he was given the nickname 'ghost', the only part of his feature that made him seem human to his comrades where his black, short cut hair and blue eyes
His childhood friend on the other hand was what others would consider 'normal' having plain white skin and brown eyes, and a few days back, he opted to have his head shaved completely, saying his blond hair got in the way.
The two were walking in one of the many hanger bays of the leviathan of a ship they lived on, inspecting the small assault class frigate they would be using as a base of operations for the 'test', it was nice enough to look at, it had a large domed platform at the top where the personnel would be going about their business, there were four hangers just below the dome area were fighters or bombers or plain shuttles could land and take off. This certain frigates main weapon was a highly destructive plasma beam that could be launched ONLY from the long spiral bottom of the ship. It, like its predecessors were used as planetary assault platforms, and this leviathan of a ship held thousands of them.
"Well, whether we like it or not, orders are orders, besides, we'll be getting the new prototypes that no one else has yet"
Dimitri added with a smile
"That there's what worries me, PROTOTYPES man, PROTOTYPES this shit hasn't been tested before, for all we know it could fail and we might end up being stranded there…..wherever the hell there is"
James says as his gaze becomes fixed upon the new warp drive and engines the ship was getting. Dimitri wasn't kidding when he said EVERYTHING was a prototype, James had never seen that type of warp drive before, saying 'it looked normal enough' would be a mistake, it had a diamond shaped outer metal casing, though it was see-through at the moment in case they needed to look inside, once it was installed, it would be too bright for human eyes to withstand and would have be covered in a special glass that makes it next to impossible to see through.
"Hey, look on the bright side, at least we won't be the unfortunate buggers that have to 'observe and document' the Xenomorphs tearing the place to shit if it goes south"
Dimitri says as he gently slaps his friend on the back in an attempt to cheer him up
"Yea well I know….it's just that ever since-"
"Oh, speak of the devils"
Dimitri cuts his friend off and points out the large reinforced metal boxes being carried to the ship by the cargo lines
"…those things man…."
James quietly mutters
"Ever since I and Joseph were orphaned cause of them….he hasn't been the same since"
Dimitri's attempts to cheer his friend up fail, upon remembering the events that occurred not seven years ago, Dimitri's own mood drops significantly
"Yea I know man….everyone on this ship remembers the containment breach…..a lot of good people died…"
James closes his eyes and calmly walks away, not wanting to even be in the same room as the creatures that destroyed he and his brothers life's
"And there's the queen bitch…..hope she doesn't wake up on the trip"
Dimitri quietly follows his friend
"HEY BE CARFUL WITH THAT FUCK NUTS, ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US ALL?!"
The security officer shouts at one of his subordinates as he knocks a face-hugger jar over
"Sorry sir, I didn't want to drop the one I'm carrying is all, sir"
The subordinate shakily responds, being fully aware of what would happen if the jar cracked and the creature got loose, his grip tightening on the jar in his hands, the creature slurping around in the container, trying to get free so it can impregnate some unwarily host
The other hanger bay workers continuing on with their work, not even acknowledging the screw up
They know that they only have to stop working if someone shouts-
"BREACH!"
A scream echoes across the hanger bay as all the security officers and hanger bay workers pull out stun buttons and Tasers and rifles and net-guns
The doc workers and security personnel in the hanger bay quickly travel to the sound of the scream and find a doc worker with a face hugger already on his face, strangling him with its long spine like tail, its long, bony finger like appendages already have a firm grip on his face
"MMM MMM!"
The doc workers muffled shouts for his associates to put him out of his misseary being muffled by the Face hugger's tube
The security officer slowly approaches the downed doc worker and draws his pistol
"Damn…..kid turned 20 today…"
The security officer quietly mutters to himself as he aims at the face hugger and fires.
The sound of the gun going off echoes throughout the hanger bay, being silenced only by the machines continuing to work.
"Alright people….back to work….and someone help me carry him"
The security officer shouts as everyone but two security troops remain to assist with moving the body
"Laugh it up ass hats"
Joseph shouts at his buddies as they finish their military training, the holographic bodies of red coloured enemy soldiers disappear with a loud zap. The blue coloured living combatants all chuckling at joseph who tripped over his own weapon
"Sorry lad, sorry"
One of the combatants approaches joseph with his hand outstretched
"Let me help you up kid"
The individual says, his throat now clear, his rough voice sounded almost melodic after all the simulated guns had been screaming non-stop.
"Thanks man"
Joseph replies, his helmet hiding his cheeks which are burning furiously
I'm never gonna hear the end of this, I just know it
Joseph thinks to himself as he gets to his feet, with a silent nod of thanks to the individual
"Aww….well….at least we won with no casualties this time, EH Virgin?"
One of the other soldiers chuckle. "Virgin" being a nick name they had given him because he was 18 and still a virgin and because they couldn't think of a different name for him apart from "cub". And besides which, it provided some comic relief to the dark gritty battle environments in which they had been
"Fuck you guys"
Though Joseph may have looked serious in his training armour and carrying the gun he had, his voice was practically dripping with sarcasm
"But then you wouldn't be a virgin anymore"
One of the other soldiers, an adult, jokes
"Does masturbating count?"
Another, a teenager like joseph, asks in a sarcastic manner
"Trial and error I suppose"
Another suggests, one could easily tell he was another adult from his muscular body build and height
"Well…let's go get cleaned up lads"
The leader of the squad suggests to which they all silently nod "yes", some more eager than others.
On the way out of the large training room, Joseph looks back at the large, stadium-like battle training ground
We should play more football or somethin'
Joseph thinks to himself, not recalling the last time they just enjoyed a game of soccer or football or wrestling even.
"Hey, Virgin, you commin'?"
The sound of his friends draws him out of the brief fantasy of playing a game for fun instead of training
"yea, I'm coming"
"Is it all prepped and ready to go?"
The officer in charge of overseeing the deployment of the ships asks in a cold calculating tone, almost like a machine waiting for a yes or no answer. Turning to look at the equally robotic looking security officer
"Almost, sir. The last of the face huggers are being loaded into the ship's cargo hold as we speak"
The security officer then shows a little bit of emotion: sadness
"there was…..an incident earlier….there was a casualty in the hanger bay, one of the face huggers got loses…..he was terminated by the officer overseeing the cargo bay at the time…the deceased was a boy who turned 19 today, sir"
After processing what his underling had said, the officer's facial expression also turns to one of sympathy.
"That's a shame….continue on. Inform once the ship and her crew are ready to depart"
The officer gives his order in a drone like manner
"Yes sir!"
The underling salutes then prepares to exit the room
"Oh! One more thing"
The underling returns to his statue pose, giving his superior his normal soulless glare which the superior returned with an exact copy
"I want you to go with them, ensure the young ones survival and well-being above all the others, he is the special one after all"
The underling simply nods yes and exits the room in his usual mindless state despite planning on what to do and when to do it
A few hours later in the ships locker room…
"So….anyone else curious as to where we'll end up?"
Joseph asks as he looks himself in the mirror in his locker as he shaves his hair: his white clear skin, clean of all dirt or sweat with pieces of his blond hair now seeming dirty and brown, his short blond hair feeling short and almost prickly, his green eyes almost glowing an eerie green aura, though that was probably the lights increasing his eye colour in the mirror, his medium muscle build body, his nails all trimmed and clips neatly.
"Nope, not curios in the slightest, but none the less, lets saddle up to kick some ass! Better to armed and armoured and not need it, then need it and not have it"
His elder brother James replies from his locker located right next to Josephs
"Yea, let, good point, I guess I'll just take a little o' everything that I can carry….just in case"
Joseph replies with a cocky smile as he begins to place on his armour and weaponry
They all have nearly identical armour and weaponry, with the exepction that they each have different armour suited for different scenarios joseph's scenario is needing to get somewhere quick, remaining hidden and brief flight if need be as well as survival. He pulls out his skin-tight pants first, specialy made to connect him to his suit which is covered in the new prototype armour gel; making it almost as light as normal clothing, but still offer enough protection to save the wearer from an extreme fall or temporary exposure to some environmental hazards that would kill a normal human.
Next was the shirt, same as the pants, it helped to connect him to his armour, the clothing being a special fabric with special electrical ports that would allow his suit to run off his own bodies energy.
Next came the final touch, the armour itself. Joseph presses a button at the back of his locker and a square device opens up his locker slowly changes to allow himself to step into the machine he calls a locker, once his feet, hands and head are secured inside, the device closes with a loud metal "CLANK".
Joseph's breath quickens, he never did like this part: the lights inside the dark space he now occupies is lightened only by a very dim white light. The machine begins to assemble the armour around him. Making it so only if a sharp device were concentrated on a certain part of the suit would it come off or after the suit sustained a certain amount of damage would it fall off, no human has been able to tear the suit off of the owner before, and if the suit were to come off, its programed to only work for the owner who is "fused" with it.
Joseph can feel the machine pinching at him as it assembles the around him and slowly places It on, it would remain un-assembled in the locker so as to not take up room.
"OW the fucking thing pinched me!"
Joseph can hear the muffled voice of one of his friends from outside; Drake, comically shouting.
The suit finishes constructing and placing the suit around all of his body expect his head, which comes last
Two skinny metal hands appear at either side of his head, obscuring his vision completely as they slowly grab onto him, gently at first, but then they begin to tighten their grip, not enough to kill or harm, but enough to be uncomfortable. Then more tinny hands begin to add the inner parts of what would soon be: his helmet
Whiiir. ZAP. Zap. Click. Click. Ctzzzzz. Whiir. ZAP
The noises of the machine working around his head bombard his ears, giving him a slight headache. The one-way see-through glass visor comes into his view now, slowly powering up and running its usual start up process while the outer parts of the helmet are added.
Suit start up process initiated…
User Joseph Rein pier…
Loading user Vital signs…
Loading user communication…
Loading user stress monitor…
Loading emergency systems…
Loading backup systems…
Loading beacon system…
Loading map…
Loading user H.U.D…
Loading complete
Suit ready for combat
"Thank god that's over"
Joseph mutters to himself as the doors open
Joseph slowly exits the machine in his locker, taking one step, then another, no matter how many times someone put on a suit, it would always be shaky the first time getting out and taking your first steps again.
Joseph stands upright and brings his hands up to view, metal on the back side of the hand, soft gel on the other. Joseph then turns around and examines himself in the mirror.
His gas-mask looking helmet covered in the special-Materiel hoodie that has been designed to make him appear almost completely invisible to the naked eye, the process of the invisibility has been explained to him as "taking what's in front of him and placing it in front of him" from behind and "taking what's behind him and placing it in front of him", somewhat giving him the ability of a reptile.
His body suit also having the same material, though the armoured chest plate was still visible, though it was designed with the same material.
Looking over at his older sibling, James, he notices that he had chosen to be the 'heavy' of the group, carrying the smart gun and most armour of the group, he also has extra ammo in case he or his group run out.
Looking over to see that Brian was the field medic for the operation, which was strange for joseph because Brian never mentioned it before. He was also a fairly good melee fighter, so Joseph had expected him to be the one to take-
"Stab, Stab, stab"
Brian chants as he thrusts a large machete forward with three powerful thrusts. He then looks over at joseph
"I might need a sample of you urine virgin, medical procedure or some shit, don't remember, I dint exactly pay much attention in medical school, hahahhaha"
Well, at least there was one thing Joseph was sure of: their medic was insane
"hardy' fuckin' har, doc"
Dimitri shouts from across the room, carrying two medium sized boxes of what looked like explosives under each arm, he had very little armour so he could move his arms about freely.
"Hey, maggots, it's almost time for us to be departing, so get your shit together, a'ight?"
Their field commander Camron shouts as he enters the room, covered in pilot gear, he was the only one qualified to pilot their ship, the big one, and the smaller ones, though he had given the others some pointers and trained them to some extent, so that was something. Though they all appeared less human then normal, probably because they had covered their human faces with armour and masks and helmets, now they just looked like old-breed synthetics, the ones they used to use in combat (and some are still used in combat, just not as much).
The group all make their way to the cold, metal sliding doors of the locker room, but then again, everything was cold in a ship, unless it had a heater, space would make it get so cold you'd catch a cold if you worked long enough, but that's what happens in the cruel, unforgiving regions of space.
Joseph is the last to leave his locker, glancing at a picture he had taped to the door; his family, before his parents were killed in the containment breach those years ago.
"OH MY GOD THERE IN THE ROOM, RUN, RUUN!"
The voice of his father…..his last words to his family before getting torn apart, was him trying to save his family, he and his brother and mother from the Xenomorphs that had broken out. His mother was the last one to die, but he dint want to remember her death the most, it was the most painful for him, she, like his father; did not die quietly, only she died trying to save him in particular, the memory of their deaths, have haunted Joseph his entire life.
"yo, you commin' virgin!?"
James voice brings him back to reality
"Yea, wait up you twats!"
He shouts back his reply before staring at the picture a moment longer. He quickly grabs it in and places it securely in his chest plate, in the small space between his chest plate and suit.
Alright, let's get this show on the road, I mean how bad could it be?