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So, as you read in the previous chapter, Ripley and Hicks definately have something goin' on between them! Hope you oh so loyal readers wanted that! Now, things will begin to unfold as they prep to enter the atmosphere of HELL! MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

WARNING: CONTAINS A NUDE SCENE.

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Chapter Four

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The next few days seemed to drag on and on and on. The marines trained relentlessly. Ripley felt something akin to pity for them. No amount of gunfire or bombing could hold those Alien bastards back for long. They just came back. They always came back. Ripley sighed and left the training area. Hicks saw her out of the corner of his eye and ran to follow her. When he was beside her, he slowed his gait. He put a hand on her shoulder.

"Ripley, what's the matter?" he asked, concerned. Ripley stopped. She stared at him like he had been struck stupid. What's the matter?

"Are you really that stupid?" she asked. "Those idiots in there are training for a war they can't possibly win even with the most advanced technology available!" She sighed. "God! What doesn't that...(she struggled to find the word)...damned company get? They keep on trying to get one of those monsters and every time it ends in failure!"

She breathed deeply. Hicks stared. She was right. She always was. He took her shoulders in his hands. She looked in his eyes. He smiled.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think the company is full of bullshit as well," he said. Ripley laughed slightly.

"Damn straight!" she said. Hicks hugged her, both laughing at the stupidity of the W. Y. C.

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The next day, Ripley awoke before Hicks. She sat up in the bed. Hicks groaned and turned on his side. Ripley smiled when he pulled the blankets over his head. She yawned and raked her hair with her hand. She got up and found clean clothes. Today, they drop down to the planet. She headed for the shower.

The hot water felt good on Ripley's cold skin. She sighed. She still opposed this damned mission with every bone in her body, but she wanted revenge on those bastards for what they did to Newt and Hicks. She closed her eyes and let the water flow over her naked body. When she opened them, an Alien was in her shower. The water made the ridged crest glisten wetly. It hissed at her. Ripley let out an earsplitting scream that immediately alerted Hicks. He leapt out of bed in only his underwear. All trace of sleep disappeared when Ripley screamed. He heard the shower running, so he headed that way. His six pack abs contorted with his body.

When he entered the shower, Ripley was on the floor naked, shaking in terror. Her legs were splayed, showing her nethers. The water continued running. She noticed Hicks and started sobbing.

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The devoid planet loomed closer. Ripley was still in shock from the shower incident. Hicks held onto her, comforting her. Soon, the colony appeared. It was just as Ripley remembered it. Silent, foreboding, waiting. It was here that Hicks nearly lost his life. An Alien had been shot, and the acid had sprayed on Hicks' face. Now he had a permanent reminder. Ripley really wanted to kick those Alien bastards' asses back to Hell.

Hicks grimaced as the shuttle-craft landed on the rocky surface. The struts groaned. Wind battered the craft and blew dust around. The marines and Hicks and Ripley exited it. Hunter was the last to exit. He carried a large hunting knife in a sheath strapped to his leg. Also strapped to his legs were holsters for the twin SMG's that rested there. To complete the getup, he carried two Berettas. A pair of black shades topped it off. Yep. This was one marine with an attitude that screamed mega badassery. Mega badassery times a billion.

"Wha'ch y'all waitin' for?" He cocked his Berettas at the same time. "Let's rock this shit!"

Yep. A total badass. And nothin' but.

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Hunter was pouting when they returned. He had not been able to shoot anything. They had not encountered any hostiles. Or any civilians either. Ripley was glad. About the no hostiles part. The group was almost to the shuttle when a coughing sound emitted from the blackness. A shape took form. It was a colonial. Half-starved, half dead, and very bloody. She was covered in bruises and dirt, and her clothing was little more than tatters.

"H-help...me!" she rasped. She coughed again. Corbin, a Private, rushed over. Ripley made a grab, but missed.

"No!" she shouted. It was too late.

She heard a cracking sound. The woman gasped. More cracking. Blood spread. She choked. Corbin stopped, aghast. The woman let out a scream and her chest exploded, sending gore flying everywhere. A small Chestburster was jettisoned out of her chest, screaming with her. The woman seemed to stand there. The Chestburster poked its small head out and chittered. The woman slowly fell back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She landed with a thump. She was no more than a hidey hole for the little demon inside her now.

"Oh SHIT!" shouted Corbin.

Oh shit, indeed.

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