(A/N: This is a three-chapter starter.)
Trapped This is a fan fiction to the popular movies, books, and comics of
Alien vs Predator. It is by no means an official sanctioned story and
is a work of fiction by Justin Wehunt and Sean Sierra. This will be
an ongoing story so be sure to check back regularly for updated
chapters. Also, bear in mind that the authors are by no means experts
on the Alien vs. Predator universe, so if there is an inconsistency
between our writing and what has been stated before in the books, by
all means send us your input so we can make a correction. Thank you. Prologue The year is 2350. Mankind has not only
stepped into the void of space, but they have mastered a new form of
travel that makes travel between space faster, safer, and more
effective; this is known as the E-drive. Using the E-drive, the
colonists of mankind are able to slip into areas of the galaxy
otherwise unreachable and set up mining colonies, agriculture plants,
and even some living colonies to support the ever expanding human
population. Mankind has slipped the bonds of the earth and traveled
the stars as if it were the sea. Perhaps one of mankind's
most crowning achievements are constructions that are known as the
"Star stations"; massive living space stations hundreds of miles
in diameter, with their own self contained atmosphere and
recycle-systems to help grow food and maintain themselves almost
entirely on their own power. Within these Star stations, thousands if
not more people live, work, and create lives for themselves, living
happy day to day lives. Unknown to all though, the Star
stations have attracted the attention of other visitors, visitors who
see these places not as home, but a grand opportunity… A
self contained hunting ground… This is where the nightmares
of children become reality, the thoughts of the deranged and mad
given flesh and blood, where man becomes the prey, and the mysterious
forces known as the Predators hunt. * * * * * * * * * * * *
** "Damn it, Trezice! Give up on that lift suit! We had three
mechanics look that suit over trying to fix it but they can't find
out what's wrong. This thing is going to the scrap heap" came the
loud, irritated voice of Captain Drendle. In the mechanics
bay of the Space Forces, Lieutenant Charles Trezice worked diligently
on a lift suit, a mechanical suit ten feet high designed to make the
lifting of heavy crates and shipping supplies possible without the
constant need for a crane. The suit wasn't functioning, it wouldn't
even start, and everyone else had already given up on it. Charles
took it as a personal challenge to find out what was wrong and fix
it, haughtily knowing he was better than everyone else. He had to
work for everything he got in life, he had to fight tooth and nail
for every scrap of dignity he could get, and he wasn't about to let
some know-it-all captain tell him how to do his job. "Could
you keep it down? I think I have an idea what might be wrong but I
can't concentrate when you're screeching like a damn banshee"
he responded, looking away from his work for the briefest of seconds
to see the captain's face turn a bright crimson hue. Charles Trezice
was a tall and lanky man in his early twenties, scrawny and skinny,
which was the exact opposite of his superior who was short and
overweight with a bald head and bad attitude. He couldn't help but
think how much like a bowling ball this man resembled, which caused
him to smile to himself as he reached his hand in the power core of
the unit, feeling around for what he was looking for. "YOU
WORTHLESS PIECE OF HORSE SHIT! I SWEAR TO EVERY LIVING POWER OUT
THERE IM GOING TO---" he started when Charles grabbed hold of what
he was looking for, pulling it out and examining it closely. The fuse
to the starter cells was shorted out, something that never seemed to
surprise him every time they missed it, since only someone who spent
hours skimming over schematics and electrical flow charts would even
think to look at it. "Got it, Captain. Hook me up with a
1.5 Hilowatt fuse would you?" he said, showing the busted fuse to
the rapidly draining colored face of Captain Drendle. "How
could--there's no way--you sabotaged it to make our department look
bad, didn't you?!" he blustered, grasping at straws so badly the
only other person in that bay burst into laughter. "Give it
up, Captain, no one on the whole station is better at this shit then
Trezice. The guy could run this whole shop on his own if he wanted to
and you know it," Sergeant Manuel Sierra spoke up from his reclined
spot in a chair. He was a fairly average height man also in his early
twenties with tan skin, body covered in muscles, and a menacing
looking pulse rifle slung over the back of his chair, a weapon that
fired condensed bolts of electric energy instead of bullets. He was
in charge of the mechanics bay security during the day hours. The captain rounded on the other man. "You stay out of this,
Sierra! I know you are probably in cahoots with him!" he screamed,
intent on getting Charles in trouble for proving him wrong on the
fifth piece of equipment he managed to save from the junkyard since
he had arrived. "Captain, can't you just accept I'm
better than any of the staff you have here? It will make things a lot
easier on you," Charles said, hopping down from his platform to get
the fuse himself and replacing it. The captain swelled with
indignation. "Don't give me that crap! The only reason you're
even here is because your brother the major pulled strings to get
your scrawny ass in the Space Forces! With your record you should be
scrubbing pots back on earth right now!" he said, causing Charles's
eyebrow to twitch and the captain to smile with his pudgy cheeks,
knowing he had him. Seeing the desired result, the captain
continued egging him on. "Don't think I haven't looked at your
service record. You were kicked out of every school you enrolled in,
barely graduated high school and the academy, and you're here only
so your brother can make sure you don't embarrass him anymore then
you already have," he said triumphantly, knowing he hit a soft
spot. Charles somehow managed to restrain himself and not
beat the shit out of the captain. "And I suppose the fact I had
perfect scores in every subject of mechanics and electrical
components had nothing to do with it?! I earned my right to be here,
I passed all my combat training and aced every exam I ever took along
with every physical training exercise I've had to do. Let's see
your fat ass run a mile!" he roared, flying off the handle, face
filled with rage. Before the captain could even respond
indignantly, Manuel noticed the blast door open and the man walking
in, Major Adam Trezice, the section leader of this part of the
station and Lieutenant Charles Trezice's twin brother. "Officer on deck!" he called out, jumping out of his chair
and popping a salute with trained discipline. Before the other two
could even turn around, the major waved them off. "At ease,
I heard the yelling from the hallway, what seems to be the problem
here, Captain?" he asked, locking eyes with the captain much the
same way a hawk would. "Nothing, sir! Was merely settling a
dispute with Lieutenant Trezice, sir!" he spoke with a mix of fear
and respect, not wishing to repeat any of the talk he was having with
the major's brother. "Really now? It's good to know that
we can handle things on the chain of command instead of having to get
the higher authorities involved. Now tell me, are we still junking
this suit or has it been repaired yet?" he asked casually, waving
his hand to the recently repaired lift suit. "Sir, there
was a blown fuse. It is now being replaced as we speak," the
captain answered, not skipping a beat to take the credit for what
Charles had accomplished. "Very nice, very nice. Good work,
Captain. Why don't the shift here take the afternoon off to thank
them for saving our group another million credits that we were about
to throw away?" he suggested, waving to the two on duty. "Sir,
that's an excellent idea. They will be released from duty right
now," he said respectfully, making Lieutenant Charles Trezice want
to gag at how much the captain was kissing his brother's ass. "Very good. You two heard him, dismissed!" Major Adam Trezice
said, flashing a cunning smile toward his brother, as if to say that
he owed him before walking out the room. When the blast door
closed behind him, Captain Drendle relaxed noticeably before turning
back on them. "You two get out of here before I change my
mind," he ground out. Manuel and Charles instantly took off back to
their quarters before he could do just what he said. Trezice
knew it was a good day. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Drinking down
the liquor with surprising speed, Manuel Sierra sat with Charles
Trezice in the small bar near their rooms. "I'm telling
you, man, this shit is pissing me off. Every single post I'm given,
everyone always assumes my brother got it for me, like I never earned
it on my own," Charles grumbled in irritation. Manuel waved for
another set of rounds before speaking. "Don't worry, man,
shit like this happens. We're in the Space Forces, did you think
they were going to make it easy on us?" he asked. Charles ran his
hands through his short black hair before moaning a sigh of
disappointment. "Well, it still pisses me off," he
grumbled before the set of drinks arrived. Just as he was about to
grab his mug, a swift hand snatched it away before sitting down at
the table beside them. "Hello, boys, mind if a lady joins
your drinking tonight?" came the familiar voice of Andrea Cordova,
Adam's fiancée. "That depends; where's the lady?"
Manuel shot back, making sure his cup was safely in hand and taking a
large swig. "Oh, such harsh words, you truly hurt me,"
she said dramatically, gingerly drinking Charles's drink. It was a
long moment before she spoke again but it was filled with meaning and
intent. "I heard your brother saved your rear again today
for blowing up at your boss. You really need to reign in that temper
of yours," she said, sitting down next to them. "The
asshole started it---." Andrea immediately cut him off,
seemingly uninterested in his defense. "And he would have finished
your career. He's your boss, you need to play the game if you
intend on making it here" she said, taking another sip. Manuel
noticed her curled blonde hair and alluring figure that would seduce
almost any man that happened to gaze upon it for too long. Her
brilliant green eyes were in stark contrast to his own dark brown and
Charles's hazel, making her stand out even more. If it wasn't for
the fact she had a superiority complex, Manuel wouldn't mind making
a pass at her, but he let it go, knowing this kind of girl would only
cause trouble. "Did you come here just to rub this in my
face again?" Charles asked, eyes sinking to the table. "No,
I came to make sure you boys were alright. We've had some more
disappearances lately, and not just the usual AWOL. This time it's
civilians like me too. Women, children, men, all are going missing."
She spoke in quiet hushed tones. Andrea continued, "Your
brother wanted to make sure you two were ok. He really does care
about you, you know?" She drained the cup of all that remained. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said, looking at Manuel, pretty sure
he was remembering the reports on the vid-screens. Apparently there
had been a number of disappearances lately, some thirty or forty
people. His guess was a slave ring taking them off station, but it
was only a guess. "Well, I'll see you two later, I have
to go fulfill my part as fiancée to the Major" she said, intending
it for them to think dirty thoughts even though they both knew she
merely meant to give him the company reports that she ran. Their
marriage was arranged, and though they did seem to have a deep bond
for each other, it never seemed to be anything other than platonic. "Well, should we get back?" Manuel asked, offering to help
him to his feet. "Nah, I need to stop by the mechanics bay
again, I need to grab something I left behind" he said, getting up
on shaky legs before the alcohol settled in him enough to easy his
walking. "Alright, I'll go with you," he offered, not
letting his concern for his friend show too completely. Walking
out the bar door they headed in the direction of the bay, hoping that
Captain Drendle was gone already, though he probably spent his time
after hours plotting how to get them both kicked out… * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * The bastard had done it for the last time! A strange sound echoed from
outside his office, something like a banging of a metal crate falling
over. Face looking out toward the bay, he opened his door and began
to look around. The bay was silent now, the lights were all
illuminated, the crates and tools all put away in the order they
should have been. It must have been a rat, somehow they make it onto
the station despite pest control's best efforts. Not a soul stirred
around and the blast door didn't even open, so it must have come in
from the ducts. Then it sounded again, off to his left. Tired of this constant rat problem, he took a boot from a nearby
locker and stalked in the direction of the sound. These steel toe
boots were large enough that if they came down on a rat hard enough
it would kill it instantly, so he carefully and quietly sneaked on
the area of the sound. Creeping ever so closer, he could begin to
make out the sound of what must have been the skittering of the
thing's claws on the metallic floor. Smiling to himself, he crept up
on the sound, drawing ever closer till he was separated from it by a
single crate. Peeking over the lid, boot in hand, he tried to get a
good look at the rodent he was about to smash. A sudden leap
from what could only be explained as an oversized spider the size of
two palms connected to his face. He tried to desperately scream for
help, grasping at the thing to tear it off his face when it felt like
a long tube was jammed down his throat and a long tail lashed around
his neck, choking the air from him. Then suddenly, everything went
black as he faded into unconsciousness.
Earth time: 1300 hours
Earth
Time: 1800 hours
Earth Time: 1830 hours
Captain
Drendle had worked too hard on his career to watch this snot nose
brat ruin it all for him. Fuming in his office, he paced back and
forth trying to think how he could get rid of that little wart on his
side. He thought that maybe he could bring them up on disrespecting a
senior officer, but there was no way his brother would let that one
slide. He would shoot it down before it even turned into a paper
trail. He needed to find something that could go above his head,
above the major all the way to the general on board. That would take
time to think of and frame him for, but he would do it and get it
done, he would make sure of that.