Methos cried out when he woke up, a burning in his chest that he had
never felt before. It was like someone had grabbed his quickening and
ripped it into two pieces, leaving him with only one.
"Captain Peirson! Your alive!" A marine ran to him and gripped his shoulders, shaking him in thanks, "Oh my god, I thought that I was the only one left alive! How did you manage to stay alive?"
Methos groaned and sat up, removing the marine's hand from his shoulder, "Jacks, shut up. They're still here! Do you want to do?" He managed to hiss passed his still healing mouth.
"Sorry sir, I didn't know that they were still… HERE!? STILL HER…" Methos grabbed the marine this time and slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Shut Up" he hissed in a more menacing voice.
The marine nodded eyes wide.
"Now, were did Ripley go?" His voice was so low that the marine almost couldn't hear it.
The marine nodded and spoke fast and soft when his mouth was let go, "She went to the ship that delivered the cargo. With the captain of the ship and its crew." Methos nodded in thanks and stood slowly.
"Come on, we're getting out of here." He let go of the marine and quickly headed for the door of the room that he had just died and resurrected in. The marine followed him.
Halfway to the ship, they encountered an alien. It was small and not yet grown, but the marine didn't make it out of the fight. Methos still wore his trench coat and it still held his Ivonho. Which he used on the alien. Some of the blood managed to splash him, and though it healed, it was one of the most painful things he'd ever felt.
When he reached the ship he noticed that Ripley and her gang hadn't yet arrived. Fine, that meant that he'd just hold fort until they did.
"COME ON! THEY'RE CATCH ON US!" He heard yelled less then a minute later, coming from the east door. He rushed over the door and keyed it open for the runners. After they made it all in, he stepped out.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ripley shouted at him.
"Saving your asses. Get the damned boat going." He pointed down the hall with his Ivonho, "Come and get me you bastards!" He yelled in fury.
Ripley looked in his face for a moment then ran after the others, jumping into the ship and then she turned and waited for the warrior to finish his work. Her enhanced predator instincts told her to trust this 'human'.
Methos quickly dispatched the three aliens with his honed sword and 5500 year old reflexes. As he finished he turned and rushed back to the ship, jumping on barely in time, he rolled under the closing door and came up in a standing attack position in front of Ripley.
"Hi, I'm Methos." He put his sword away with a flick of his wrist.
Ripley smiled at him and held out her hand, "Ripley. How did you survive the massacre?"
"I guess that I'm just lucky…" Suddenly the ship rocked back and forth and the closed doors were forcible opened. Standing in the door stood the alien that was a breed of human and alien DNA, and he was crying for momma…
"Captain Peirson! Your alive!" A marine ran to him and gripped his shoulders, shaking him in thanks, "Oh my god, I thought that I was the only one left alive! How did you manage to stay alive?"
Methos groaned and sat up, removing the marine's hand from his shoulder, "Jacks, shut up. They're still here! Do you want to do?" He managed to hiss passed his still healing mouth.
"Sorry sir, I didn't know that they were still… HERE!? STILL HER…" Methos grabbed the marine this time and slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Shut Up" he hissed in a more menacing voice.
The marine nodded eyes wide.
"Now, were did Ripley go?" His voice was so low that the marine almost couldn't hear it.
The marine nodded and spoke fast and soft when his mouth was let go, "She went to the ship that delivered the cargo. With the captain of the ship and its crew." Methos nodded in thanks and stood slowly.
"Come on, we're getting out of here." He let go of the marine and quickly headed for the door of the room that he had just died and resurrected in. The marine followed him.
Halfway to the ship, they encountered an alien. It was small and not yet grown, but the marine didn't make it out of the fight. Methos still wore his trench coat and it still held his Ivonho. Which he used on the alien. Some of the blood managed to splash him, and though it healed, it was one of the most painful things he'd ever felt.
When he reached the ship he noticed that Ripley and her gang hadn't yet arrived. Fine, that meant that he'd just hold fort until they did.
"COME ON! THEY'RE CATCH ON US!" He heard yelled less then a minute later, coming from the east door. He rushed over the door and keyed it open for the runners. After they made it all in, he stepped out.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ripley shouted at him.
"Saving your asses. Get the damned boat going." He pointed down the hall with his Ivonho, "Come and get me you bastards!" He yelled in fury.
Ripley looked in his face for a moment then ran after the others, jumping into the ship and then she turned and waited for the warrior to finish his work. Her enhanced predator instincts told her to trust this 'human'.
Methos quickly dispatched the three aliens with his honed sword and 5500 year old reflexes. As he finished he turned and rushed back to the ship, jumping on barely in time, he rolled under the closing door and came up in a standing attack position in front of Ripley.
"Hi, I'm Methos." He put his sword away with a flick of his wrist.
Ripley smiled at him and held out her hand, "Ripley. How did you survive the massacre?"
"I guess that I'm just lucky…" Suddenly the ship rocked back and forth and the closed doors were forcible opened. Standing in the door stood the alien that was a breed of human and alien DNA, and he was crying for momma…