General Jason Lee and General Andrew Paul Jackson stood on the platform, watching with hate filled eyes as the clothing and metals of their comrad Commander Arthur Victor Anthony burned. Several months before, a predator had taken down Commander Anthony with its plasma caster and had killed two colonels and a high ranking air force captain. The two colonels, Gene Green and Henry Walters, had had the the usual burial but Captain Lawrence Kebicobie didn't. Captain Lawrence Kebicobie's family had insisted on cremating him.
"Paula really took it hard." General Lee said.
"His wife was a trooper, but when he died..." Timothy O'Brien sighed.
"Anything on his killer?" Charles Ignopo asked.
"Nope, nothing but air." General Lee said. "Angela is on the case."
"Did you hear?" Daniel Cross asked. "Her clone died."
"Yeah, the savages put her to sleep." General Jackson sighed.
"Angela sure was pissed." Daniel sighed. "But I guess I would be too."
"That clone was like her daughter." Timothy said. "Angela wants revenge."
"Revenge, no she made that clear last night." General Jackson said.
General Andrew Paul Jackson was a tall man, forty years old and full of experience. He had been working in the military for alomst twenty years, and he didn't expect to quit any time soon. He had a wife, Gertrude, and three sons. His eldest son was stationed in Iraq, and he wished him luck. His youngest son, Alexander, worked as an oil operator. While his other son, Benjamin, worked as a electrician for Verizon. He and Commander Anthony had been very close, so close that they were considered brothers.
General Jason Lee was a fifty year old man with greying sideburns and glassy green eyes. He was no taller than Daniel Cross, who was five foot eight inches, and he was as skinny as a pole. His wife, Andrea, and he had one child, a girl, who was twenty years old. He and Commander Anthony had had some tough times, but they got along. Almost thirty years ago they had been called in to work on a project of extreme importance.
Charles Ignopo was a medium sized man with yellow blond hair and blue eyes. His favorite hobbies were hunting, fishing and military. He had gone into the military when he was twenty-one years old and had met his wife, Clare, at age twenty-six. Clare and he had two little boys who were three and seven years old. He and Commander Anthony had never gotten along, but after he had heard about his death he had felt some remorse for the old man.
Daniel Cross, a brown haired man with brown eyes, stood off to the side. He was trying to hold back the tears, Commander Anthony was like a second father to him. Having joined the military at a really young age, he had felt very much out of line. That was until he met Commander Anthony. Commander Anthony understood him, and had introduced him to his fiance Kelly.
Timothy O'Brien, a balding man with blue eyes, stood upon the fence and watched as the flames licked up towards the ceiling. He and Commander Anthony had never gotten along because one had different views of military life. Commander Anthony had looked down on him after he had written a few books about Viet Nam. Timothy had a wife named Elizabeth and three children who he was very proud of.
"Everyone to the lab, everyone to the lab."
With heavy hearts, the five men left the fire and walked up the flight of stairs. They had no idea what was going on, Angela had stormed out of the facility when she had received the message that her clone was dead. After a few hours, she had returned and had called a meeting. At the meeting, she had insisted that everyone let the situation fall into her hands. Rounding a corner, General Lee passed by a metal cage, were one of Angela's experiments roared.
"Angela, I didn't expect for you to be here." General Lee exclaimed.
"No questions, just listen." Angela rasped. "How long has it been?"
"Three months ma'am." Andrea Yutani said.
"Three months ago we started our little project, and it is now complete." Angela rasped.
"What project again?" Daniel asked.
"The super hybrid." Angela hissed.
"What about the super hybrid?" General Jackson asked.
"It is now ready for release." Angela growled. "Ready the arena."
"Will do." General Lee exclaimed. "Okay men to your positions."
Angela Irene, a six foot nine inch woman with a long scar running down her left eye, growled deeply. Inside her jacket was a very muscular chest, that had five scars going all the way to the waist, and an extremely powerful set of arms and legs. She had designed the clone, that had died a few weeks before, to look weaker than she. She had suceeded by getting a six foot seven inch clone with a scar going across her eye. The new project that she was about to set free was going to be even greater. Opening her mouth and pressing in a chunk of gum, her sharp teeth chomping down and juice spilling, she walked out of the lab and down the hallway.
"Angel, the arena is ready." Andrea said.
"Good, now assist in getting the creature to it." Angela hissed.
Andrea Yutani, a short german woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, looked Angela up and down trying to figure her out. She had been contacted by Angela almost fifty years ago and had been working for her for almost forty-seven years. She still couldn't understand Angela, she sometimes shouted orders that made no sense at all. Although she got along pretty well with her, she still had some trouble in understanding her speech and directions. She knew better though to dispute her on anything though.
"Did you hear me, go get him ready." Angela growled.
"Yes, of course yes." Andrea said.
Walking to the lower level of the arena, Angela sniffed in the aroma of burning rubber and sand. She liked danger, she enjoyed adventure and she loved the smell of success. She walked towards a green chair that was in the middle of the arena and sat down on it. Inside her jacket was a stick of green goo that would put her experiment to sleep for only a few minutes. She was too proud to admit that he was head strong and capable of pulling her in two.
"Are you sure about this?" General Lee asked. "He is capable..."
"I am aware of the dangers." Angela rasped. "And I except them."
"They are having some trouble in getting him to the arena." General Jackson whispered.
"They always do." General Lee sighed.
There was a rumbling roar then a creature ran into the arena with five chains hanging from his arms, legs and neck. When he saw Angela, he stopped in place. The creature was seven foot five inches tall and had blazing orange eyes that stared out from a mandibled face that had blonde dreadlocks going around the head. This was Angela's experiment, her pride and joy. The creatures name was Rum'boli'ko and he and Angela got along fairly well. He stood up straighter, and roared at nothing. With a surge of great speed, he pulled from the hands that held him and dragged Andrea and the handlers around the arena in a circle. When he stopped, they were yelling from pain and discomfort.
"Take the chains from him." Angela raspingly ordered.
"Right boss." Andrea gulped.
Once the chains were off, the beast roared up at the sky and stretching his long legs he ran around the arena again. Angela sat down deeply in her chair, waiting for him to calm down. It had taken awhile, but she had successfully made a super hybrid of the human, Yautja and Xenomorph. He was a few months old, yet he looked to be fifty because of a special formula that she had made before he was even conceived.
"Rum'boli'ko, come to me." Angela hissed.
"Yes ma'am." Rum'boli'ko growled.
"You are a good boy, you have learned quickly." Angela rasped. "And your reward will be..."
"No more meat." Rum'boli'ko hissed.
"No more chains." Angela rasped. "You'll have free access of the grounds."
"I am proud to be allowed to romp around on my own." Rum'boli'ko hissed.
"I bet, now go." Angela rasped. "Stretch out your freedom my dear."
The arena doors were open, and Rum'boli'ko raced out of the open arena and roared, he was happy to be away from his cage, shackles and that arena. Angela smiled, but she still had one thing to take care of. She had to get her father off of her back. He wouldn't stop for no one or nothing. He'd kill everything in his path, and that included Rum'boli'ko. Standing up, she walked out of the arena and down the hallway to the contacting tower. She sent a low rumbling warning out into space and hoped that her father would adhere to it. She had too much to worry about beside him and his children.
Rum'boli'ko ran down the halls and hissed up at the moon, he was happy. His blond dreadlocks swung back, blowing in the breeze. He opened his mouth and out shot his second mouth. He wondered if he was allowed to leave the compounds, to hunt. Stepping up to the control panel, he waited. The door opened and he walked out. A fox ran by and he followed. He pounced on it and tore a huge chunk from its flesh. He ate the fox quickly, then returned to the compound. He didn't notice the shooting star that shot quickly behind him or the buzzing.
