When The Tigers Broke Free
An Adventure By: Riley S. Madison
We are now five miles away from the mining planet B59. Being full on rations and supplies from our last stop we sit in Idol aboard the drop off ship. Grunswick and Hopps have adapted nicley to the small living quaters quite nicley. As for Jordan he sits alone in a dark corner of the loading bay next to the weapons cache. Adjacent from him is Wrigley or wallburg. His nick name originates from his nasty habit of chewing Wrigley gum out of
order. Next to him sits Weatherbee, a scrawny little complex is he. The best medic I hae ever seen thou. Then we have Medford and Malcolm the two pilots. Finally toiling away at a smart gun in the machine room out of site is Gage our synthetic. An old one at that too. He usualy fixes rather then brakes. We are Mercinaries part of an order asked by some sort of probe team. I would not usually jump at anything more than half a mile out of the galaxy but at 500 currency a day I cannot resist. Than again my one motto
has always been the higher the pay the higher the stake.
"Dying is not the problem. However, dying poor is". Weatherbee said full of his strange enthusiasm and misplaced excitment. "Well than if thats
the problem we will not have to worry. We sit Idol for a half a day and
travel while the evening sky is still kissing the sun goodbye!" Hopps praised displaying his trademark coin flipping. "If ya doont stap flipen that coin Aye ripp ya off while ya slip" Grunswick said grabbing the coin and tossing it in the waste. It was true if not noticed by now that we are all from Europe. A lapse of fortune if not hard to beleive. " There she is boys a real mine" we came to a beautiful sphere shaped crystal with many moons surrounding it. About fifteen I could count at best and all with a strange glow. The area which our little ship travled through had a feeling of deep space with the soft curls of the edge of the Milkyway. "I do not
think it is logical for us to begin the search without a report to the agency. Once we reach the atmosphere all contact will be impossible" Gage
said putting a strap on the gun. "We can't the authorities already now about the pulse rifles why let them see the smarty or the grenades" I said "or the synthetic". Jordan said letting a hardy puff on his cigarette out.
I just nodded agreeingly and Gage just blankly stared.
We moved slowly threw space with little a problem I took time to study the
many moons. Some of them had lights I was not sure if they had citys on them or not. Everyone was at workexcept wriggley who kept on checking his rifle. He had a habait of being clingy to hardware. He was always a little strange. He is the oldest of us at the ripe age of fourty. Everyone else sits in their twentys including me. My name is Jacob and I am captain of these men all unique in their own way. Weatherbee is always happy and full of cheer. Grunswick and Hopps are the best of friends who both listen to
rock. Malcolm and Medford are always arguing over something like a map. Jordan, well Jordan dosen't talk to much but when he doe's it's buisness as
usual. Gage is a useful tool or thats what Jordan says.
"What the hell the ship won't stand Idol" Malcolm said atending to some red lights on the panel. "Shit! where being pulled in, damn it! I told you not
to fly to near the atmosphere" Medford said pulling a lever. "Get the weapons out of the locker and put them in the pods" Jordan said flickering out his cigarette. "What the hell are you doing?" I inquired grabbing his wrist. "Where sending out a destress beacon we can't have the USMC hanging
around here with Illegal weapons" Jordan said hitting a button. The
control panel opened and every body shoved the pulse rifles, grenades,
smartgun, and the synthetic inside the space pod. "Gage when you get to earth I want you to put on your beacon so we can find you make sure your well hidden" I said stuffing a pulse rifle into his arms. "Okay" he coldly replied. Thank god I caught Weatherbee with a load full of pistols "no!" I
quickly replied. "We can have those we just can't have military power. "Okay capin" he happily replied putting the box down. "Okay everyman gets a pistol and two clips" I said passing them around. "Launch?" Malcolm asked with his finger tips on the pod button. "Launch!" I said nodding. Malcolms
hand went down on the button and a noise like air escaping from a fire extinguisher echoed outside. A glowing ball brighter then the moons started to slowly make it's way towards B59. "Attach to one of those moons" I said pointing to a dark one. "Everyone to the cryo room we should be under only
about two months atleast" my mind suddenly painfully flashed. "Shit!" I
muttered to myself. "We left them behind sir!" Hopps said with
disapointment in his eyes.
"Damn it all!" I said throwing my hands in the air. "We will have to
camp out we have six months worth of food" I said to Hopps. "We are now detaching towards a moon" Malcolm said turning back. "Alright once we test the atmosphere we leave the ship if it dosen't have a buzzy then we do not leave the ship" Jordan ,my second in command said. "Distress beacon sent" Medford said wheeling his chair to a radio. "I rally do hoit this when we
have to do this" Grunswick said putting his pistol in a holster of his belt. "It's better than dying is'nt it?" Jordan said putting on his helmet. "Those lags are slower than shit during R&R season" Weatherbee said loading his pistol. "I hardly think we are going to need those" Jordan said. "We probably will you heard storys of the Alien that attacked a cargo ship".
"Rubbish nothing but shit the marines tell us so we don't go ragging on
their jobs".
"Find us a proper landing zone now" Medford said to Malcolm. We where now close enough to see the surface a city could be seen. "Civillization maybe we won't have to land" I said hopefully. "I don't know but I can see
a landing zone from here. I looked and to saw a big circle with yellow lighting. Next to it stood a buzzy spewing out it's fresh oxygen. "When we land our excuse is we are a cargo ship for the USMC" Medford said opening the cargo hatch. "We can pretend our provisions are the cargo. As for the
Marines well I'll get working on sending a cancel". "Damn it!" I said throwing down my helmet. "We sent the synthetic and all the weapons away for nothing. "Are oo kidden tha por authorities would have our arse handed to us" Grunswick began to unload his pistol. "Besides we might not have to land anyways. We may have to dock on one of the receivers to gain the ships
balance but thats it. A click noise came from the corner. "I don't know about you but if I see anything suspiciopus I'll shoot it!" Wriggley said. "Exactly!" Jordan said pointing to him "I don't want to lose another hand. Jordan itched his wrist you could see where the synthetic skin left just a crack so you could see the metal. He lost when a Marine tried to challenge
him the Marine took his hand and Jordan took his life.
Malcolm flipped a switch and the drop off slowly headed towards the mysterious city.
Author's Note: I do not own Aliens or have created any background or equipment either. Only the characters and their complexes are mine all mine everything else belongs to Fox. Trust me if I owned it this would be an awesome movie with Swartzineagger playing the narrator. No Dinero well bye bye
PS. REVIEW!!!!!!!!
An Adventure By: Riley S. Madison
We are now five miles away from the mining planet B59. Being full on rations and supplies from our last stop we sit in Idol aboard the drop off ship. Grunswick and Hopps have adapted nicley to the small living quaters quite nicley. As for Jordan he sits alone in a dark corner of the loading bay next to the weapons cache. Adjacent from him is Wrigley or wallburg. His nick name originates from his nasty habit of chewing Wrigley gum out of
order. Next to him sits Weatherbee, a scrawny little complex is he. The best medic I hae ever seen thou. Then we have Medford and Malcolm the two pilots. Finally toiling away at a smart gun in the machine room out of site is Gage our synthetic. An old one at that too. He usualy fixes rather then brakes. We are Mercinaries part of an order asked by some sort of probe team. I would not usually jump at anything more than half a mile out of the galaxy but at 500 currency a day I cannot resist. Than again my one motto
has always been the higher the pay the higher the stake.
"Dying is not the problem. However, dying poor is". Weatherbee said full of his strange enthusiasm and misplaced excitment. "Well than if thats
the problem we will not have to worry. We sit Idol for a half a day and
travel while the evening sky is still kissing the sun goodbye!" Hopps praised displaying his trademark coin flipping. "If ya doont stap flipen that coin Aye ripp ya off while ya slip" Grunswick said grabbing the coin and tossing it in the waste. It was true if not noticed by now that we are all from Europe. A lapse of fortune if not hard to beleive. " There she is boys a real mine" we came to a beautiful sphere shaped crystal with many moons surrounding it. About fifteen I could count at best and all with a strange glow. The area which our little ship travled through had a feeling of deep space with the soft curls of the edge of the Milkyway. "I do not
think it is logical for us to begin the search without a report to the agency. Once we reach the atmosphere all contact will be impossible" Gage
said putting a strap on the gun. "We can't the authorities already now about the pulse rifles why let them see the smarty or the grenades" I said "or the synthetic". Jordan said letting a hardy puff on his cigarette out.
I just nodded agreeingly and Gage just blankly stared.
We moved slowly threw space with little a problem I took time to study the
many moons. Some of them had lights I was not sure if they had citys on them or not. Everyone was at workexcept wriggley who kept on checking his rifle. He had a habait of being clingy to hardware. He was always a little strange. He is the oldest of us at the ripe age of fourty. Everyone else sits in their twentys including me. My name is Jacob and I am captain of these men all unique in their own way. Weatherbee is always happy and full of cheer. Grunswick and Hopps are the best of friends who both listen to
rock. Malcolm and Medford are always arguing over something like a map. Jordan, well Jordan dosen't talk to much but when he doe's it's buisness as
usual. Gage is a useful tool or thats what Jordan says.
"What the hell the ship won't stand Idol" Malcolm said atending to some red lights on the panel. "Shit! where being pulled in, damn it! I told you not
to fly to near the atmosphere" Medford said pulling a lever. "Get the weapons out of the locker and put them in the pods" Jordan said flickering out his cigarette. "What the hell are you doing?" I inquired grabbing his wrist. "Where sending out a destress beacon we can't have the USMC hanging
around here with Illegal weapons" Jordan said hitting a button. The
control panel opened and every body shoved the pulse rifles, grenades,
smartgun, and the synthetic inside the space pod. "Gage when you get to earth I want you to put on your beacon so we can find you make sure your well hidden" I said stuffing a pulse rifle into his arms. "Okay" he coldly replied. Thank god I caught Weatherbee with a load full of pistols "no!" I
quickly replied. "We can have those we just can't have military power. "Okay capin" he happily replied putting the box down. "Okay everyman gets a pistol and two clips" I said passing them around. "Launch?" Malcolm asked with his finger tips on the pod button. "Launch!" I said nodding. Malcolms
hand went down on the button and a noise like air escaping from a fire extinguisher echoed outside. A glowing ball brighter then the moons started to slowly make it's way towards B59. "Attach to one of those moons" I said pointing to a dark one. "Everyone to the cryo room we should be under only
about two months atleast" my mind suddenly painfully flashed. "Shit!" I
muttered to myself. "We left them behind sir!" Hopps said with
disapointment in his eyes.
"Damn it all!" I said throwing my hands in the air. "We will have to
camp out we have six months worth of food" I said to Hopps. "We are now detaching towards a moon" Malcolm said turning back. "Alright once we test the atmosphere we leave the ship if it dosen't have a buzzy then we do not leave the ship" Jordan ,my second in command said. "Distress beacon sent" Medford said wheeling his chair to a radio. "I rally do hoit this when we
have to do this" Grunswick said putting his pistol in a holster of his belt. "It's better than dying is'nt it?" Jordan said putting on his helmet. "Those lags are slower than shit during R&R season" Weatherbee said loading his pistol. "I hardly think we are going to need those" Jordan said. "We probably will you heard storys of the Alien that attacked a cargo ship".
"Rubbish nothing but shit the marines tell us so we don't go ragging on
their jobs".
"Find us a proper landing zone now" Medford said to Malcolm. We where now close enough to see the surface a city could be seen. "Civillization maybe we won't have to land" I said hopefully. "I don't know but I can see
a landing zone from here. I looked and to saw a big circle with yellow lighting. Next to it stood a buzzy spewing out it's fresh oxygen. "When we land our excuse is we are a cargo ship for the USMC" Medford said opening the cargo hatch. "We can pretend our provisions are the cargo. As for the
Marines well I'll get working on sending a cancel". "Damn it!" I said throwing down my helmet. "We sent the synthetic and all the weapons away for nothing. "Are oo kidden tha por authorities would have our arse handed to us" Grunswick began to unload his pistol. "Besides we might not have to land anyways. We may have to dock on one of the receivers to gain the ships
balance but thats it. A click noise came from the corner. "I don't know about you but if I see anything suspiciopus I'll shoot it!" Wriggley said. "Exactly!" Jordan said pointing to him "I don't want to lose another hand. Jordan itched his wrist you could see where the synthetic skin left just a crack so you could see the metal. He lost when a Marine tried to challenge
him the Marine took his hand and Jordan took his life.
Malcolm flipped a switch and the drop off slowly headed towards the mysterious city.
Author's Note: I do not own Aliens or have created any background or equipment either. Only the characters and their complexes are mine all mine everything else belongs to Fox. Trust me if I owned it this would be an awesome movie with Swartzineagger playing the narrator. No Dinero well bye bye
PS. REVIEW!!!!!!!!