Lucinda Stared as the black shelled beast that was supposed to kill her was suspended mid-air, limp and life-less.

Looking past the beast with wide eyes, she saw that Pauk was holding the shaft of a spear with one bulging arm. The spear was impaled through the chest of the serpent. The blood dripping down missed Lucinda by inches, landing past the calves of her legs. She watched in amazement as the blood sizzled and burned through the floor, creating dents.

Unexpectedly, Pauk suddenly let loose a terrifying roar of victory!

Lucinda stared as his head was cocked back and his mandibles were spread wide in triumph. He flung the now dead carcass above his head and shook it with pride as he continued to roar. Blood flew everywhere and melted at the walls and floor of the room around them. A couple drops landed on Lucinda and she yelped in pain before backing up against the wall in the hopes of avoiding it.

Chopper abruptly stopped and stared at her.

Realizing what he had done, he sheepishly approached the child and knelt down by her side. He saw that her eyes were trained on the carcass wearily and he came to an understanding that he had accidentally burned her.

Speaking of which.

Standing back up, he dropped the body on the floor with a huff of effort. Kneeling down, he cut off one of the fingers of the R'ka. Lucinda crawled back even further from him, but he made no motion to come closer to her. He just assumed she was trying to avoid the thwei.

He brought the finger to his forehead and began to mark himself.

Lucinda watched in surprise as the beast before her harmed himself. 'He's crazy!' She thought to herself. At least, she assumed it was a 'he'. The beast was gritting his teeth hard enough to nearly chip them. His mandibles were curled in on themselves in pain and Lucinda could only watch as he burned a lightning bolt into his forehead and then his mask.

'He's a masochist. He's got to be!' She thought.

When done, Pauk stood up and looked down at her. He cocked his head at her and she wearily stared at him.

Without warning, he reached a hand out to her.

Lucinda stared at his hand for several seconds in unresponsiveness. Growing irritated, he made several rapid clicking sounds at her that made her get the hint that he was growing impatient. Snapping out of her shock, Lucinda reached up and took his hand. With a strong grasp on her palm, he hoisted her to her feet and stood her near his side.

But he didn't let go.

Lucinda was once again thunderstruck, but to Chopper it was perfectly logical. She was a child that needed protection. He could get her to the surface and hopefully drop her off with some more responsible, maternal oomans that would do a better job of watching over her than whatever oomans brought her down here. He knew it would take a while, and his clan would not be happy with the delay, but their code demanded it. There were manners he needed to uphold.

Almost dragging her along, he kept walking forward while she stumbled along with him.

Lex stared at the alien she had just killed. Impaled on the end of her temporary spear, it sagged in her arms until she could no longer hold it up. Dropping the carcass to the ground, she shakenly stood up and watched Scar fight the alien that had attacked him.

When Scar managed to scare the xenomorph off, he finally attached his gun and started shooting.

Lex stood by his side and simply watched while transfixed as the swarm of beasts were killed off.

Athena gasped in sudden shock as a tail of one of the crawling creatures wrapped around her neck and squeezed.

A huff of angry air from the humanoid above her directly into her mouth showed that he was having no better luck.

Celtic had completely engulfed her face with his in the hopes of creating an airtight seal between the two so the face huggers couldn't impregnate them. He huffed angrily at her when he felt her open her mouth when her throat was being squeezed.

'Fool! Keep your mouth closed!' He viciously thought but couldn't voice out.

He felt one of the little freaks wrap a tail around his throat and fought with his instincts to keep from opening his own mouth in response to being suddenly strangled. He hardly noticed how the ooman underneath him was squeezing his hands for dear life.

Athena soon found out why he had locked their faces together.

As soon as she saw some flesh like tube protrude from one of the crawlers, she wanted to scream. It prodded at her cheek and tried to force its way underneath the humanoid's mandibles to get to her mouth. Not having that, she pressed her face even harder against his. Her nose was being squished, and that added to her already growing problem of having a hard time breathing.

Time passed and both were rapidly losing their strength.

From previous CPR classes, Athena knew an adult human had around ten minutes worth of stored oxygen still in their lungs. By now, both were holding their breath. She didn't know how much the humanoid above her had in his lungs. She didn't even know if it could breathe oxygen!

Athena could still breathe through her nose, but with extreme effort. Celtic didn't have that. He had been holding his breath the minute he had latched his face onto hers. Athena felt him begin to slightly sag against her and loosen his grip on her.

'Oh no! He's losing his breath!' She began to panic.

Wrapping her fingers tight around his, she squeezed his hand and tried to encourage him to continue fighting. He didn't respond for several seconds, but they felt like minutes. Athena began to panic.

Then he squeezed her hand back and her heart gave out a thump of relief.

Author's note: Translation time!

-Pauk: Fu**

-R'ka: Xenomorph

-thwei: Blood

-oomans: humans

So because I had such an absent weekend, you all get two chapter updates today! Yay!