"Head's up!"

Hannah's head shot straight up, dark eyes looking at the skies and seeing not just one, but three helicopters, dark in color. What the Miller brother's lacked in combat prowess, they made up for with eagle-eyes. Hannah set her jaw and looked around her.

"Scott, Jacob, you have to go."

"What!?"

The elder brother moved towards her, gun held up, and a look of disbelief on his face.

"You and your brother don't know how to fight, we've got three helicopter's coming and it's probably the same military suits as the last time. I don't want you dying on this mountain because of—."

"No, listen," Jacob growled, brow furrowed, "we're in this together, we all know the world will go to hell if Weyland gets his hands on this technology, I'm not going to live to a ripe-old age thinking there's something I could have done to stop it."

"Me either," Scott's voice said to her back.

Alexa blinked and shook her head laughing. When she received three confused looks, she smiled kindly at both Scott then Jacob, "you two, you're exactly like your father. He'd be proud."

Hannah wanted to smack Alexa, but instead she smacked her own forehead.

"Look, we don't have time to argue this, they're heading this way," Jacob fumbled with the action of the gun but managed to get a bullet into the chamber of his gun. He was going to die. They were both going to die. But as Hannah turned to look at the approaching helicopters she realized something. They were all going to die.

"Fine. Fine," Hannah tried to plan.

"Everyone get close to the ship, hide in the mist, if they just drop off the troops and have the helicopters leave, it will be better for us. That way we're only dealing with ground units and not the air support," as they began moving back Hannah continued, "try not to engage until they are close by, that way the air support will be as far away as possible, it won't take them long to turn around and gun us down once someone calls them in.

"We're probably going to have at least eighteen people, maybe more, we don't need armed helicopters making it that much more difficult for us."

They didn't need to survive, they just needed to stay alive long enough for Jar-hidda to leave. In the mist, she could still hear banging and clanking, and she felt a horrible emptiness in her chest. Fear. Fear that they wouldn't make it, and Jar-hidda would be captured.

She heard the helicopters and her heart began to pound. She forced herself to take deep breaths and looked over at Alexa and Jacob to her right, barely able to see either of them, and then to Scott on her left, "don't move, don't engage until you can hear them in the snow."

She spoke loud enough to be heard over the hissing behind them, but that was it. The blades of the helicopters sliced through the air and deafened Hannah. She couldn't hear anything past the vehicles, and she couldn't see through the mist. She was down two senses, and the other three were pretty useless in a fight.

"I gave you a chance Hannah," came Weyland's voice, amplified, "I'm going to give you one last one. Surrender the alien, and I promise you, you won't die."

So he wasn't aware that the others were with her. That was one little bit of surprise. Still, she made no action, and she gestured to the other three to hold and not make any moves.

"I know you're there Hannah."

No you don't.

"Come out."

No, that would be suicide. Hannah took in a breath and held it, then let it go. The helicopters hovered for a moment longer. It seemed like forever that they hung in the air. Then, to Hannah's relief, the beating blades became distant. However, she could already hear the crunching of boots in the snow right in front of them. They had deployed the soldiers while Weyland was talking.

Hannah had a split second to curse before pulling the trigger of her rifle, bullets ricocheted everywhere around them as the soldiers began firing blindly into the mist. Not all of them were firing, otherwise they would have been torn to shreds, the mouth of the cave was a choke-point, and the persons behind the front line couldn't fire in, or they'd risk hitting their allies.

The bullets smacked against Jar-hidda's ship and Hannah quickly moved her people back further into the cave. The split apart around the ramp to Jar-hidda's ship and ducked underneath it. Hannah noticed that Jacob was fussing over Scott and looked over.

"I'm hit," gasped the younger man and Hannah cursed under her breath. She switched out her rifle for her cheetah and stepped out, firing out at the people as they began advancing through the mist. Sparks flew as the bullets hit Jar-hidda's ship and the rock walls. The Weyland people had automatic weapons, the guns Hannah had given everyone were only semi-automatic. Too many people were piling in, Hannah didn't have enough ammo to take them down before she had to reload. Then she would be dead.

There was a beeping noise, a red flashing light that stuck to the ground in front of the front line. Horrified cries turned into scrambling, and then an explosion. Hannah took shelter under the ship with the others as the fire licked the sides of the ramp, and she heard thumping come down the ramp.

"No!" she yelled and ran out, "no Jar-hidda, go back, finish the ship, get out of here!" she yelled, putting a hand on his chest, "you need to go! You need to go!"

Jar-hidda put a massive hand on her shoulder, but he didn't push her away. The grey eyes of his red mask looked down at her.

"For honor," he growled and Hannah blinked, and then the massive heat from the alien was gone.

"Give me my gun, give me my gun," demanded Scott and Hannah looked back at him, "if I'm going down dammit I'm going fighting!" Jacob was wrestling with his brother to make him stay, but the younger man pushed him off, despite the wound in his chest and hoisted up his rifle again. Jacob could do nothing but hold a gun beside him.

Alexa looked at Hannah. Hannah heard Jar-hidda roar outside. Alexa nodded to Hannah. Hannah lifted her gun.

The four of them ran out of the mist, guns blazing and received return fire. Hannah felt herself shot once in the leg almost the exact moment she emerged from the mist. Jar-hidda's guns were going off left and right as bullets sparked against his armor, and caused bright green blood to spurt out from his flesh. Hannah's bullets hit flesh wherever she aimed. She was not honoring the 'one shot one kill' creed and was just trying to put down as many of them as she could.

"We need air support!" someone said, and it was the exact words that Hannah didn't want to hear. The man died a second after making the call. Hannah saw Scott go down, firing one more shot before his face buried in the snow, surrounded by crimson. Jar-hidda pulled his glaive out of the torso of one man and fired his gun at another, the red beam of light reflecting off of dancing ice in the air.

She could hear Jacob screaming Scott's name. Heard Alexa's guttural scream as she shot one man on the ground in the head, the alien spear fully extended in her other hand, already covered in red blood. Hannah ignored her wound the best she could, raising her gun to her shoulder and firing into more armed men.

The snow around them was painted red, blanketed in blood. Snow erupted suddenly as the helicopters arrived, raining down bullets on Jar-hidda, earning a roar from the alien. Jacob was gunned down in the spray, Hannah felt two bullets rip through her own body and dropped to her knees, and Alexa collapsed with a hole in her abdomen. All three helicopters erupted in fire, and Hannah looked up from her blood-covered hand to the helicopters, catching Weyland's terrified expression for a split second as his helicopter spun out of control, gripping the side of the door and looking down at the carnage.

Hannah smiled. She propped one knee up for support and fired at the remaining soldiers, getting shot one last time in the chest before going down. She laid in the snow, looking up at the blue sky, hearing the fight still going on around her. She couldn't take more than a little bit of breath. Alexa fell down beside her and grabbed her shoulder.

"Go Alexa," she said weakly, "you've got to get out of here."

"No," Alexa said, grabbing Hannah and hoisting her up, with one hand slung over her shoulder, Alexa lifted the woman out of the snow. Hannah kept her grip on her cheetah, and the moment she saw a gun she shot the man holding it. Alexa took two steps towards the ship when she was hit again and fell to her knees with a cry. Hannah's fingers gripped the cloth of Alexa's coat tightly, preventing herself from falling into the snow. She looked over and saw Jar-hidda had also collapsed to his knees. His body was riddled with holes, and bright green fluid was flowing from beneath his mask. He was being approached and surrounded by five men, guns all pointed towards him.

She heard Jar-hidda growl, saw him move his hand to his gauntlet.

"The bomb," Alexa gasped, "if the hunter fails… nothing survives…."

Jar-hidda was giving up? After all that, he was going to kamikaze everything? Hannah looked at the alien, the green and purple brute who would have the last laugh against these men.

Then Hannah realized, she didn't want him to die.

With a scream she raised her gun and fired at the guy who had his back to the two of them. Two of the men turned around and fired once more at Hannah, automatic fire tearing through her body. She heard Jar-hidda roar in anger, his hand moved from where he was touching his gauntlet to his glaive, whirling it around and slicing two men in half easily. His rage-induced slaughter of the remaining three men was something Hannah had never seen before, and she couldn't help but thing how pretty the blood was as it caught the sunlight.

Jar-hidda cut down the last man, red beam of light scanning the snow as he huffed and wheezed. The death of the last of this unit had been fast, but no doubt there would be more. He trudged over to Hannah and Alexa, dropping down to one knee next to the dark-haired woman. His hand moved to the many holes in her body, moving down from her chest to her abdomen.

Hannah choked on blood, coughed and then laughed shaking her head as bloody spittle colored her lips, "dying for an alien," she whispered and glanced at Jar-hidda before closing her eyes, smiling, "go home Jolly."

She was still then. Jar-hidda cocked his head and put a hand to her chest, pressing on it then lifting it and looking at the blood on his hand. He turned to Alexa, who was holding the wound on her side, her fingers moved to Hannah's mouth to feel for breath, and then to her neck looking for a pulse. Her dark eyes moved to Jar-hidda who rattled low, and she shook her head.

Jar-hidda's head bowed, then he reached forward and grabbed Hannah's body, lifting it as he stood, his bioluminescent green blood mixing with Hannah's dark red. He looked down at her serene face, then back at Alexa, who stood with the aid of the spear. She looked up at the hunter, sorrowful, plaintive. The spear in her hand retracted and she held it to him again.

"Please," she begged, "take it."

Jar-hidda rattled, shifting the woman in his arms to grab the spear from Alexa. Looking at his ship then back at her.

"You won't come?" he growled and Alexa shook her head, attempting a smile. Jar-hidda rattled and looked at Hannah's face again.

"She was a good warrior," Alexa said. Jar-hidda, stepped away from Alexa, then turned and walked towards his ship. Alexa watched his back as he vanished into the mist growling.

"She will be."