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Alien Isolation: Not Alone
Chapter 10: New Friends, Same Problems
Mils and Ripley exit the elevator and immediately notice a loud banging coming from a door to their lower left, they exchange looks with one another.
"Someone's still alive Mils!" Ripley says heading for the door
"Rip wait a minute...something's wrong...the knocks...they're too perfect" Mils says grabbing her arm
"Too perfect?" Ripley asks with her hands on the hips
"The knocks are hitting the same spot...at perfect intervals...I think there's an android in there" Mils concludes
"Prove it" Ripley says with a slight smirk, and folded arms. Mils sighs slightly and walks down the small staircase, and stands next to the door. He leans against the wall next to it, and yells.
"Hey I know you can hear me automaton...but in the off chance you're not an android...stop knocking...I repeat stop knocking" Mils yells at the door, the knocks continue at regular intervals.
"See?" Mils points out
"Fine, but if you're wrong their bloods on your hands" Ripley states as the two walk over towards the main control panel
"I think you mean their milk will be on their hands" Mils replies with all the humor present in his voice, Ripley just gives him a look and shakes her head.
"Okay should be a simple process just type in the emergency override code" Ripley says as she types in a few commands into the keypad in front of the three terminal screens, which are in front of a large main screen across from Ripley and Mils, almost immediately after she enters said code, the three screens begin to flash with red symbols indicating that the power has been shut off suddenly.
"Someone's shut everything off David..." Ripley trails off
"Or the code didn't work..." Mils retorts
"No...that code would have surpassed any form of firewall protocol, the only way it would shut down is if someone found out about it..." Ripley says, but is interrupted by an unknown man
"Hello...I know somebody is in here" The man says entering from where Ripley and Mils originally came from. The man looks around the room briefly not noticing Ripley or Mils who have taken cover behind the terminals, the man moves over towards the door with the banging noise.
"Calm down in their you android fuck" the man yells, Mils hids a smirk at the thought that he was right about the android, Mils smirk dies down knowing what he must do at present moment. He trains his pistol sights on the man's head and closes his eyes briefly saying a short prayer of forgiveness, he opens his eyes, and pulls the trigger, the bullet slams into the back of the man's head, his body falls with a thud, Ripley and Mils cautiously get up.
"Nice shot" Ripley says as she pats him on the back
"Thanks let's hope that's the last one I'll have to fire for a while..." Mils states not looking to happy about his handy work.
"Alright...David this should be an easy fix...the restart lever should be nearby..." Ripley explains
"And that should reactivate the secondary terminal, which we'll use to reactivate the main console, which should...emphasis on should...get transit back up and running" Mils lays out the plan
"The lever should be over here Mils" Ripley states looking for the lever planted in the wall, she finds it and lowers it, it lights up a terminal to the left of the main terminal on the level below.
"Hey Rip over here, Mils says as he takes up a position near a locker, watching her from afar, intently watching a vent above her, she arrives at the lit up terminal, and enters the reboot code into the keyboard in front of her, the main terminal lights up as power restored to the areas around them, unknown to Mils the door holding the android back has opened, the android steps out and immediately takes notice of Mils who is focused on the terminal coming back to life.
"Good job Rip...let's get this place back online...so we can..." Mils begins to say, congratulating Ripley, but is interrupted when he is grabbed from behind by the android and suddenly thrown into a nearby locker.
"Mils...David!" Ripley yells as she sees the android pick Mils up with both it's hands on his throat. Mils gasps for air as the android's grip tightens on his windpipe, David's gun has been dropped in the fight and lies nearby, Ripley runs to help, but trips and falls. The android notices this, looks over towards Ripley's form and states chillingly "I'll be with you shortly". Ripley slowly regains consciousness, and see Mils' eyes begin to roll back into his head, she releases a hushed "no" as she witnesses the state of her friend in the clutches of the killer working Joe (as opposed to the non killer ones), she grabs her electric prod and charges towards the bot.
Mils meanwhile is trying anything to fight the android, he tries to poke its eyes out with his thumbs which does little damage, he begins to fade when suddenly, Ripley arrives shoving the electric prod into the android's neck, the android seizes up, spitting out it's milky blood, and convulsing as it falls to the ground, Mils falls as well with a thud, barely conscious. Ripley is slightly stunned by the encounter with the android. Ripley immediately tends to the breathless Mils.
"David...David you're okay...you're okay...breath, breath!" Ripley says holding him slightly with her left arm around him as her other hand lays on his shoulder, he breathes slowly, trying to catch his breath.
"What is it with you taking my breath away..." He says with a smirk letting her know he's okay.
"Do you need a minute?" she asks with a sigh, Mils shows signs of hesitation and finally answers
"No, let's get going" Mils responds he stands up, shows signs of faint, but Ripley catches him, the two stare once again into each other's eyes, Ripley's green eyes staring into David's grey ones, the two share this moment together, not wanting it to end, the two slowly lean closer to each other, but unfortunately their moment is ruined by Waits who breaks in over the radio.
"Ripley, Mils, what's your status?" Waits yells, the two blush slightly as Mils gives mumbles something sounding like "killjoy".
"Give us a few seconds Waits...we ran into some trouble...transit will be up soon" Ripley says trying to compose herself
"Hurry Ripley!" Waits responds showing a mix of both impatience, and paranoia. Mils and Ripley move quickly to the terminal, Ripley attends to the console, while Mils covers her from the rear. Within seconds the rest of the area around the two lights up, Mils and Ripley look with smiles on their faces as the whole area lights up, they look at eachother Mils slapping Ripley on the arm with a look of approval on his face, the duo is interrupted once again by Waits.
"Ripley, Mils, the transit's here, and we're waiting for you" Waits states, Mils answers
"You better take off, we ran into some trouble, it's gonna take us a while to get back" Mils responds
"We can wait..." Waits retorts, showing a surprising sign of selflessness.
"But Taylor can't Waits...we'll catch the next car" Ripley interupts
"Your call" Waits begrudgingly states. Mils and Ripley look around the room for an alternative exit, Mils spots an emergency hatch.
"Hey...Rip looks like we've got an emergency hatch over here, if we can find a welding torch we can open it up" Mils announces
"Let's check in here Mils, we may find something" Ripley says pointing to the room that the android came from
"I've got five bucks saying we're going to find a dead body"the duo walks into the room a reserved sense of shock fills the tight space, as they walk in they immediately find a dead body, by now they had become slightly immune to the sight itself, but they still grimace a little.
"Jesus these damn androids...they're out of control" Mils states looking at the the body of a middle aged woman who looks as if she went one on one with a velociraptor, Ripley tries not to pay attention to the corpse, she'd seen enough death for one day. They walk through a second door to the right of them, inside the small work station they find another blood covered corpse.
"Okay...so I wasn't wrong about finding corpses...I was just a little off on my numbers" Mils states trying to add a little humor into a world seemingly devoid of it, Ripley chuckles at the remark.
"For someone who just got shot, and knocked almost unconscious in the last hour, I would've thought you would be a little more serious" Ripley says as she looks back at Mils as they walk towards the workbench.
"Serious isn't really my thing...now when people I care for are in trouble, then I get serious" Mils explains
"Aww..." Ripley remarks under her breath as she picks up and examines the gas torch on the table, the torch was standard issue, she had used many like it during her time as an engineer.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors you for it?" Mils asks as he eyes up the torch, Ripley gives him a "are you serious" look.
"Okay...okay you get to keep it" Mils says holding his hands up in defeat, the two retrace their steps back to the emergency hatch. Ripley immediately activates the torch and begins to cut the hatch cover off, Mils meanwhile watches her six, and specifically has his gun trained on the android laying on the floor "dead". Finally, Ripley finishes cutting the hatch off, but she has trouble lifting the cover off, Mils takes notice and steps in holstering his gun, and grabbing the cover.
"May I?" Mils asks, Ripley nods and steps away from the Hatch and watches as Mils lifts the cover off with relative ease, despite being fairly skinny, Mils arms show signs of definition and muscle, Ripley blushes a little as she stares at the young man, she's snapped out of her trance when Mils drops the cover to the side.
"Phew...alright that's off and...fuck me" Mils says under his breath, standing in front of him is the entrance to a dark, abandoned, vent.
"Makes sense...it probably will lead to a main vent or even back to some elevators" Ripley says, Mils still sighs a little as he turns his flashlight on, and steps into the vent.
"Well from what I can tell it's like...well every single vent we've been in" Mils states sarcastically
"Hardy har...scooch over Mils" Ripley replies as she enters the vent behind him, they make several turns through the vent, till they arrive at a ladder, Mils descends down it first, the ladder is longer than he would have thought as it takes several seconds for him to reach the bottom, once he reaches the bottom he immediately notices a vent exit, he goes through it and checks the surrounding area around him before giving Ripley the okay from below.
"Okay Rip...coast is clear" Mils quietly mentions as he waits for Ripley he listens to a recording about a man named Sinclair giving instructions about supplies and sealing himself and his cronies off till rescue arrives, once Ripley's down the two of them move down a flight of stairs into the primary transit area that Waits and the others were camped out in earlier. Waits comes over the radio with a message.
"Ripley, Mils we heard voices as we left watch yourselves" he states
"Copy" Ripley says as she grips her gun, Mils does the same, the duo move down into the main transit and are slightly surprised that no one is there awaiting them, they quickly move over to the transit hub that will take them to the habitation center.
"Okay Rip...it's gonna get real loud in a few seconds, be ready" Mils says as he loads his gun, Ripley takes cover behind a pillar, Mils hits the call button and takes cover nearby. The transit section lights up with yellow caution lights, Ripley and Mils wait for the car to arrive anxious at how long it's taking, two men walk in having a conversation about how bad things have gotten.
"It's like we're just waiting to die"
"Maybe he's found a better site to raid"
"That or a way off this fuck-heap"
"That, or today's the day we finally seal ourselves in the habitation decks"
Just as the two men walk towards the flashing lights, a third emerges suddenly from the same corridor, he immediately notices Ripley who acts quickly striking him with the prod killing him instantly, the two men take notice and begin shooting at the duo, Mils shoots one man with a quick accurate head shot, while Ripley takes the other out with two gun shots to the ribs and chest. They quickly run into the car as it arrives shortly after the gun fight, the doors shut just as noises are heard from the vents above them. The doors shut behind them as they both exhale breaths they didn't know they were holding in. They take seats next to eachother, as the car begins to move.
"Well that wasn't so hard, was it?" Mils asks with a strong element of humor in his voice.
"Yeah...a real walk in the park" Ripley replies with just as much humor
"Well let's hope we're on the home stretch, get in contact with The Torrens, get off this damn station, and get drunk on the flight home" Mils says as he lays his head back against the wall of the head rest. Ripley takes this time to look up at the man she's shared this ungodly experience with, she couldn't deny it Mils wasn't exactly bad looking, even though his face was covered in grim, ash, and other debris from their trials. His hair was still just as oily looking as it was when they first met, though it seemed stained with spats of blood and other "liquids", the wound he suffered on his head from his encounter with the raider when they first met Axel had clotted long ago, and the blood trail had more or less blended into the rest of his face.
Ripley caught in her trance, didn't notice that Mils had slightly opened his right eye to catch a glimpse at her as well. Mils himself found the young Ripley to be quite beautiful, but knowing him he'd be too shy to say it out right, though he wanted to say it since they first met in the engine room of The Torrens, though Ripley had been through hell...both in a literal and metaphorical sense she looked stunning, her hair somehow was still kept neatly behind her ears in a ponytail, she herself had some cuts and bruises on her face, though it didn't bother Mils, not in the least bit. Taking advantage of the daze Ripley seemed to be in, uttered a simple phrase to get her back into the game as it were.
"Rip...you're gonna go blind if you keep staring at me like that" he states with a cocky smirk under his nose, this shakes Ripley out of the seance she seemed to be participating in, and causes her face to glow a beet red, though she laughs nonetheless.
"You always say the sweetest things David..." Ripley states with all the sarcasm in the universe drenching her words
"Ehh...I try...well looks like we're here" Mils states as the car begins to slow, Ripley curses silently to herself as she was secretly enjoying the little moment of admiration the two of them were having.
The duo exit the car and notice the rather clean look of the area they are in, seemingly untouched by any of the chaos of the station, the two move up the stairs as Waits "welcomes" them.
"Ripley, Mils we're in the Marshal Bureau; just turn right at the top of the stairs" he states
"No Welcome Committee?" Ripley asks with sarcasm
"Just get up here" Waits says clearly annoyed, Mils laughs whole heartily at the joke.
"Nice one Rip" Mils says patting Ripley on the back, the two pass up the Solomon's Galleria checkpoint and notice immediately the amount of graffiti now covering the various parts of the walls in the next area, including a directory wit a big red X through it, they feel even less happy when they see the entrance to the Marshal bureau spray painted with a clear cut message "FUCK THE MARSHALS".
"Huh...well they're popular" Mils states as he also takes notice of a "RIP SEVASTOPOL" spray painted on the display case showing all the marshals. The duo enter through the door into the bureau, they immediately hear two people arguing about Waits having a plan.
"Calm Down...Calm Down...we're safe now...Waits has a plan"
"A plan?...his fucking plans having worked before...nor have they done much good", as soon as they walk up a short stairwell a younger women approaches them
"W-was that you? Did you get the transit running? Nice work." She says, as the duo nod at her with appreciation, the two pass various members of the station who all look scared, tired, and trying not to loose their minds, pretty much matching the descriptions of everyone they'd run into on Sevastopol.
They move into the holding cells/medical section of the bureau, Samuels tends to Taylor in the medical room, while Waits looks down at some schematics.
"Waits..." Ripley says approaching him
"Glad to see you two made it...considering you got transit back online I'd say we're even" Waits states with a grimace
"How's Taylor?" Mils asks with concern
"Stable...Samuels is with her now"
"Ricardo?" Ripley asks
"Prepping our next move...look I'm busy, I've got Marlow the lowlife who found your flight recorder in the cells" Waits rants
"Where's Marlow's ship...the Anesidora?" Ripley asks
"He put it around the gas giant, in parking orbit...won't give us the codes to bring it in on auto. Maybe you can get more out of the unhelpful bastard. Go talk to him if you want" Waits states
"Later...we should check on Taylor Rip" Mils states as he thumbs over his shoulder to where Samuels looks over Taylor, the two enter the medical wing, Taylor looks better with a little more color than she had last time they saw her. Samuels turns to greet them.
"Ripley, Mils good to see you're alright" Samuels says shaking Mils hand and patting him on the back
"Glad to see you too Samuels, how is she" Mils asks as Ripley crouches down next to Taylor, examining her wound
"Stable, we were able to stop the bleeding somewhat, I stitched up what I could, she should be walking soon" Samuels reports in an almost textbook way
"Good...we need all the good news we can get" Ripley admits
"Indeed...Mils, you're bleeding" Samuels says looking at Mils left arm the same one that got shot, though the bullet had grazed him , the wound had been cleaned by Ripley, but most likely had gotten irritated again due to the constant action they had been through since then.
"Shit must have gotten opened up again..." Mils says looking at the wound trying to apply some pressure to it
"I should help clean it up...don't want it getting infected again" Samuels starts but is interrupted by Ripley
"I'll do it!" Ripley semi-yells, this causes both Mils and Samuels to stare at her with slight surprise.
"You may want to touch base with Waits, see if you can help him out" Ripley says acting as if she just made up an excuse to be alone with Mils
"You are right, I'll see what I can do" Samuels says exiting the room, this leads Mils and Ripley alone.
Mils begin to take off the bloody bandage placing it in a nearby trash bin, he grabs a nearby bandage, and is about to apply it before Ripley stops him.
"Here let me" Ripley says
"Ahh come on Rip, I'm not a baby, I can do it myself" Mils cries in annoyance
"Quiet down..." Ripley replies as she applies some medicine to the wound which seems to be healing nicely, Mils groans a little as the medicine bubbles and oozes into the wound, which means it's doing some good.
"Jeez Rip, your bedside manner could be a little better"
"Well maybe if you'd stop being such a macho man, I would be a little nicer" Ripley replies as she wraps his arm in new bandage.
"Well hopefully...I won't have to be for much longer."
"Just...please be careful David...we're almost done here...please..." Ripley states
"No Promises Rip" Mils replies with some seriousness in his eyes
"Then could you at least try?" Ripley asks
"Well..." Mils begins to reply, suddenly Ripley closes the gap between them, and kisses him on the cheek
"For me?" She says quietly in his ear
"I'll try Amanda, only if you'll do the same" Mils says as he winks slyly, causing Amanda to get a swarm of butterflies in her stomach.
"No Promises...but I'll try" She says mirroring his wink,
"Well then Rip...looks like we've got a Captain to question" Mils states as the two of them brush themselves off and get back into business mode, standing a little closer than they usually do, ready to take on the challenge, more than ever before.
Miles Audio Log 4
We've made contact with Waits, seems like an ass, but he's probably lost a lot of people, and can't help but feel he's lost control. We're trying to get transit back online, it's gonna be hell, I've got a bad feeling our friend is due to for a visit and those damn androids are showing up everywhere, we found a nice one earlier, but of course it didn't last. I feel like we're almost home, I'm getting my team off this damn station, we're going to live through this, so one day we can all get home safe and sound. I promise.
