Chapter 1
Trapped
"Sergeant?" a voice asked, " Sergeant are you all right?"
A man stood up. He looked around at his surroundings. He was in a small tunnel. He looked behind him and saw the other end of the Tunnel was blocked up.
"Sergeant?" the voice asked again. The voice was coming from the man Headset Radio.
"Sir I am here!" the man answered. The man was around twenty-five but he looked forty. He was face was covered in scar and burn marks.
"Thank God Sergeant Hallgins," the voice was calm but relieved, " the tunnel caved in and you where the only one left. The atmospheric processor will blow in 24 hours and the only way out is the Elevator in the middle of the Complex!"
Hallgins looked around him, he had no weapons, Hallgins and the rest of his squad where Super-Human. Bred for fighting they were the first of their kind. The USMC had genetically engineered them with human and other animals DNA. They changed their appearances so they looked Human and in the most they almost were.
"The Elevator is however surrounded by another bug hive like the one in the atmospheric processor, but no Queen is present," the Voice informed him.
"LT I've got no weapons," Hallgins told his superior.
"Down the hall, second door on your right. It's a security storage," LT told him.
Hallgins walked down the Corridor to the second door to his right. He opened the door and it rose with a soft hiss. Hallgins stepped inside the room and looked about. Crate after crate.
Hallgins opened one of the crates and pulled out the contents. An old MP5, a gun. Hallgins opened the next crate. It was full of P90's.
"LT. The weapons are old Projectile Weapons. No Plasma Cannon's or Multifacial Rifles!" Hallgins exclaimed into his Radio.
"I know Hallgins but that is all the Colony has. Grab a Backpack and every piece of Ammo you can find," the LT instructed Hallgins.
Hallgins slung the P90 around his shoulder and grabbed a bag. Hallgins put as much P90, MP5 and Pistol Ammo as he could. Hallgins slammed two Clips' into two Pistols, one Clip into his P90 and then one Clip into the MP5. He also noticed a crate of C4 and a crate of Clamore, and a crate of Frag and Time Release Grenades. He pushed as many as he could push into the bag. He put the two Pistols into the two Pistol Holsters hanging at his hip. He put the Bag on his back, the P90 over his shoulder and the MP5 at his waist.
"So LT, you gonna walk me through this?" Hallgins asked.
"I am. The rest of the squad have returned to the Ship. They sent down the second Drop-ship," LT informed Hallgins.
"OK then lets go," Hallgins said enthusiastically.
The LT told Hallgins the next set of Directions, and Hallgins proceeded down the Corridor.
Hallgins took every step carefully. He edged around every corner. After half an hour of walking, he heard the sound of bleeping - the sound of a Motion Tracker. Hallgins started to jog towards the sound of the Motion Tracker.
He went around to the next corner to find a body of a dead Colonist, the Motion Tracker at his side. Hallgins picked up the Tracker and looked down. The Tracker was bleeping faster, and more white Spots appeared on the Trackers Monitor.
Ten signals, fifteen, thirty signals, all heading for Hallgins. They where coming from the front and were closing in fast, at about 20 Metres.
Hallgins quickly placed a line of Clamores in front of the Colonist. He placed four sets of C4 on the walls back a few metres from the Clamores.
27 Metres....24.....20....17...15....Hallgins lifted his MP5 to waist height...12...9...6...2...0. The sounds of hissing and scrapping filled Hallgins ears. He opened fire.
Streams of hot metal flew from the Barrel of his MP5 towards the on coming Xenomorphs. The Bullets tore through the Xenomorphs, severing them from the waist. Some used their hands to continue attacking; other just lay there and died while the rest continued their attack.
Hallgins set off the Clamores, and a wall of fire erupted from the floor. Like a Tidal Wave the fire engulfed the Xenomorphs. They acted like Flares for Hallgins giving him more light to see with.
Hallgins released another wave of Bullets from his MP5. The smell of burning metal filled the air. More and more Bullets flew from Hallgins weapon. Click..Click.
The MP5 was out of Bullets. Hallgins grabbed a Frag Grenade from his Bag of pulled out the pin, and tossed it through into the flood of Xenomorphs.
Hallgins quickly pulled his P90 up on Semi-fire and pulled down on the Trigger. Another wave of Xenomorphs flew towards Hallgins, they where like a plague of Locusts, never ending.
Hallgins quickly searched his pocket and pulled out a Tennis Ball sized ball from his pockets. It was a thermal ball. Designed to emit Thermal Signatures.
Hallgins threw the ball into the crowd of Xenomorphs and they all turned and watch the ball bounce. Hallgins pulled several Frag and Time Release Grenades from his bag while the Xenomorphs where distracted. Quickly pulling the pins from the Grenades, Hallgins threw the Grenades into the Xenomorphs.
Quickly reloading his MP5 and P90, Hallgins drew his newly reloaded MP5 to his waist. Just as the Grenades went off Hallgins fired his Rifle again. That was the last of the Xenomorph's attack.
Hallgins disarmed the unused C4 and put it into his Bag.
"Hallgins? Hallgins?" the LT's voice came through the Radio.
"I am here," Hallgins answered.
"What happened? You weren't answering me?" the LT asked his voice concerned.
"I just fought an onslaught of Xenomorphs and I won," Hallgins walked over to where the Clamores had laid and looked down, " but the amount of acid these buggers bled have burnt a hole the size of Texas in the floor!"
Hallgins leaned over the hole and spat, " any chance you can jump it?" asked the LT.
"It's about 30 Metres," Hallgins answered.
"Well you can then, being a Super Soldier," LT's voice answered sternly.
Hallgins stepped backwards a few metres then ran forward. His legs swinging as he soared through the air. He landed with a thump.
Checking his Weapons were loaded, Hallgins went around the corner.
Trapped
"Sergeant?" a voice asked, " Sergeant are you all right?"
A man stood up. He looked around at his surroundings. He was in a small tunnel. He looked behind him and saw the other end of the Tunnel was blocked up.
"Sergeant?" the voice asked again. The voice was coming from the man Headset Radio.
"Sir I am here!" the man answered. The man was around twenty-five but he looked forty. He was face was covered in scar and burn marks.
"Thank God Sergeant Hallgins," the voice was calm but relieved, " the tunnel caved in and you where the only one left. The atmospheric processor will blow in 24 hours and the only way out is the Elevator in the middle of the Complex!"
Hallgins looked around him, he had no weapons, Hallgins and the rest of his squad where Super-Human. Bred for fighting they were the first of their kind. The USMC had genetically engineered them with human and other animals DNA. They changed their appearances so they looked Human and in the most they almost were.
"The Elevator is however surrounded by another bug hive like the one in the atmospheric processor, but no Queen is present," the Voice informed him.
"LT I've got no weapons," Hallgins told his superior.
"Down the hall, second door on your right. It's a security storage," LT told him.
Hallgins walked down the Corridor to the second door to his right. He opened the door and it rose with a soft hiss. Hallgins stepped inside the room and looked about. Crate after crate.
Hallgins opened one of the crates and pulled out the contents. An old MP5, a gun. Hallgins opened the next crate. It was full of P90's.
"LT. The weapons are old Projectile Weapons. No Plasma Cannon's or Multifacial Rifles!" Hallgins exclaimed into his Radio.
"I know Hallgins but that is all the Colony has. Grab a Backpack and every piece of Ammo you can find," the LT instructed Hallgins.
Hallgins slung the P90 around his shoulder and grabbed a bag. Hallgins put as much P90, MP5 and Pistol Ammo as he could. Hallgins slammed two Clips' into two Pistols, one Clip into his P90 and then one Clip into the MP5. He also noticed a crate of C4 and a crate of Clamore, and a crate of Frag and Time Release Grenades. He pushed as many as he could push into the bag. He put the two Pistols into the two Pistol Holsters hanging at his hip. He put the Bag on his back, the P90 over his shoulder and the MP5 at his waist.
"So LT, you gonna walk me through this?" Hallgins asked.
"I am. The rest of the squad have returned to the Ship. They sent down the second Drop-ship," LT informed Hallgins.
"OK then lets go," Hallgins said enthusiastically.
The LT told Hallgins the next set of Directions, and Hallgins proceeded down the Corridor.
Hallgins took every step carefully. He edged around every corner. After half an hour of walking, he heard the sound of bleeping - the sound of a Motion Tracker. Hallgins started to jog towards the sound of the Motion Tracker.
He went around to the next corner to find a body of a dead Colonist, the Motion Tracker at his side. Hallgins picked up the Tracker and looked down. The Tracker was bleeping faster, and more white Spots appeared on the Trackers Monitor.
Ten signals, fifteen, thirty signals, all heading for Hallgins. They where coming from the front and were closing in fast, at about 20 Metres.
Hallgins quickly placed a line of Clamores in front of the Colonist. He placed four sets of C4 on the walls back a few metres from the Clamores.
27 Metres....24.....20....17...15....Hallgins lifted his MP5 to waist height...12...9...6...2...0. The sounds of hissing and scrapping filled Hallgins ears. He opened fire.
Streams of hot metal flew from the Barrel of his MP5 towards the on coming Xenomorphs. The Bullets tore through the Xenomorphs, severing them from the waist. Some used their hands to continue attacking; other just lay there and died while the rest continued their attack.
Hallgins set off the Clamores, and a wall of fire erupted from the floor. Like a Tidal Wave the fire engulfed the Xenomorphs. They acted like Flares for Hallgins giving him more light to see with.
Hallgins released another wave of Bullets from his MP5. The smell of burning metal filled the air. More and more Bullets flew from Hallgins weapon. Click..Click.
The MP5 was out of Bullets. Hallgins grabbed a Frag Grenade from his Bag of pulled out the pin, and tossed it through into the flood of Xenomorphs.
Hallgins quickly pulled his P90 up on Semi-fire and pulled down on the Trigger. Another wave of Xenomorphs flew towards Hallgins, they where like a plague of Locusts, never ending.
Hallgins quickly searched his pocket and pulled out a Tennis Ball sized ball from his pockets. It was a thermal ball. Designed to emit Thermal Signatures.
Hallgins threw the ball into the crowd of Xenomorphs and they all turned and watch the ball bounce. Hallgins pulled several Frag and Time Release Grenades from his bag while the Xenomorphs where distracted. Quickly pulling the pins from the Grenades, Hallgins threw the Grenades into the Xenomorphs.
Quickly reloading his MP5 and P90, Hallgins drew his newly reloaded MP5 to his waist. Just as the Grenades went off Hallgins fired his Rifle again. That was the last of the Xenomorph's attack.
Hallgins disarmed the unused C4 and put it into his Bag.
"Hallgins? Hallgins?" the LT's voice came through the Radio.
"I am here," Hallgins answered.
"What happened? You weren't answering me?" the LT asked his voice concerned.
"I just fought an onslaught of Xenomorphs and I won," Hallgins walked over to where the Clamores had laid and looked down, " but the amount of acid these buggers bled have burnt a hole the size of Texas in the floor!"
Hallgins leaned over the hole and spat, " any chance you can jump it?" asked the LT.
"It's about 30 Metres," Hallgins answered.
"Well you can then, being a Super Soldier," LT's voice answered sternly.
Hallgins stepped backwards a few metres then ran forward. His legs swinging as he soared through the air. He landed with a thump.
Checking his Weapons were loaded, Hallgins went around the corner.
