Past
She let out a shaky breath and grimaced at the busted shovel blade. Megan dropped the weapon, and shamefully stepped away from the humanoid alien. The deep gashes in his chest were oozing a vibrant yellow blood. There had been no reason to act out so violently and waste her stregnth-the alien looked like it was going to die anyway. She crawled up out of the remains of the house, and started limping towards the nearest vehicle.
She searched the car for keys, but didn't find anything. The next truck down the street was locked. Megan wiped her eyes, surprised to find that she was crying. She took in a steadying breath and kept trying, searching vehicle after vehicle, knowing that she didn't have much time. One of those evil black creatures was bound to find her.
Finally, she found a little magnetic box hidden in one of the wheel wells of a vehicle. She scrambled to get out the key, but an eerie hiss sounded from behind her. Megan turned, finding one of those black creatures dripping saliva near her feet. She braced for a fight, but then odd waves of blue electricity distracted her. Another one of those humanoid aliens apeared, crouched on the roof of the truck.
She couldn't beat them both. Just when she thought she was doomed, a spear extended in the aliens hands and he plunged it down into the black creatures head. The creature thrashed and hissed, but then dropped dead on the sidewalk. When she looked back at the truck, the humanoid alien was gone. Megan hopped into the truck, confused.
The engine roared to life with a rumble, and she didn't waste any time. She floored it, heading out of town as fast as she could. She had to slam on the brakes though as one of those black creatures ran into the road. A bulky humanoid alien slashed at it with its serrated blades, and the pair tumbled out of the road in a fight. Megan knew now that she had been wrong-the humanoids were killing the black creatures, not comanding them.
She'd hit one of the humanoids in the face with a shovel, and he'd likely been trying to save her from the black creatures. It nagged at her that he was possibly still alive and in serious need of medical attention. Her mind warned her not to get involved, and knew that he was likely dead already. Her heart ached though, knowing what she'd done to him when he was only there to help. Megan sat in middle of the road, feeling conflicted.
Finally, she knew that she had to go back. Megan found the house with the caved-in roof, and climbed into the rubble. He was there were she'd left him. Megan began clearing the debris off him, then tried to tug on his arm and drag him out. He didn't budge. He was huge, maybe eight foot tall, and her shoulder ached with pain.
She didn't know what to do if she couldn't move him. She was likely to lose her own life if she stayed in town much longer. Still, she had to try harder. Megan went to the truck, and rummaged around in the back. There was a few short lengths of chord for tieing down stuff in the back. She fastened them together, then to the truck hitch.
The rope barely reached him, but she managed to gently pull him out with the truck. Still, she had no way of hauling him up into the vehicle. She had to wake him up, and see if he was able to stand. Megan grabbed water bottles from a nearby house, and kneeled beside the humanoid. Her heart was pounding as she tugged on the metal mask.
She was expecting something more human-looking since its body was more normal, but no. She was horrified to find a face with a huge ridged forehead, pincher-like mandibles, and eyes that looked like burning coals. Though it was startling, it wasn't exactly ugly. She lifted it's head and poured water down into its mouth.
Gunshots from a few streets over reminded her that she was still in danger. Town was crawling with those black creatures. Megan began to shake the alien, but only when she slapped him across the face did he jolt to life. His arm shot up and his claws tightened around her neck. She was surprised to find how much stregnth he still had.
"Please, I'm just trying to help you." She choked.
He didn't belive her. It was the same ooman that had been trying to bash his face in before he'd blacked out. It was not his mission to kill any oomans, but she was the exception. A xenomorph was approaching though and he had to focus on his actual mission. Corthos had killed the badblood, but not before he'd freed facehuggers in the desert. They'd managed to find the ooman town just as his backup arived.
He should have just blown the area up before they found hosts, but it was too late now. A small bomb could still be used though. It would be an honorable suicide, and would take down the ooman female and at least one xeno. He released the females throat to begin setting the bomb. The female shrieked, finaly alerted to the xeno's presence.
Megan grabbed a sharp metal disk from the humanoid alien, the only weapon she could find. With one whip of its tail though, Megan was knocked across the yard. The black creature headed for the wounded humanoid. It was going to finish him off. Megan threw the disk like a frisby, and it sliced through the creatures neck like it was butter.
The disk returned like a boomerang and Megan had to clamor out of its way before the same thing happened to her. Corthos stared at the tiny ooman, wondering how she could have possibly killed two xenomorphs while he was on his back with holes in chest. She was technically iniciated by yautja standards. She'd killed a xeno and that was the yautjas first and most important chiva.
Megan hobbled back over to him, "Can you stand? We have to get out of here before another one comes."
Corthos let out a growl. Oomans wern't supposed to defend yautjas or help them. She hadn't picked back up his smartdisc, or he would have tried to choke her again. He couldn't kill her now; it would be considered unhonorable. Though, he was deaming her potentially dangerous, even without a weapon.
As the ooman began to untie the straps around him, he finally noticed that he was no longer in the building. She'd already started moving him, and he didn't like that. Corthos snarled at her, getting her to back away some, and he tried to stand. The blood loss made him dizy. Megan went to the truck and opened the door, but he was having trouble getting to his feet.
She went back to him and tried to help. He was growling and grumbling, but was able to stand. She urged him towards the truck, but he stumbled in the other direction. If he could just get to his ship, he could heal his wounds and keep fighting. The ooman wanted him in the ground vehicle though, and she was currently supporting much of his weight.
Megan helped in into the seat of the truck, even though he didn't fit. His knees hit the dash and his head hit the ceiling. Then, she speed away from town, as far as the vehicles current gas volume would take them. She didn't feel like she could get far enough away from that place without getting on a plane. Now, she just needed money.
She stopped in at a gas station, hoping like hell nobody noticed the alien riding shotgun in the truck. Megan asked to use the phone, and reported that her bank card had been lost. She was so glad that her bank offered an emergency cash service, and they gave her a code number to type into the ATM. After putting more gas in the truck, she stopped in at a small motel and bought a room. Megan poked the alien man and let out a sigh. He was unconscious again.
