When The Tigers Broke Free
An: Adventure by: Riley S. Madison
Chapter 2: A look Into Hell
"Three miles and closing" the cold metalic screen replied to Medford. "Okay begin atmosphere testing type J5 please" Malcolm said typing in some figures. "Okay sir we should be at the moon in another minute. We just need to probe for oxygen. If there is any then a buzzy must be set up" Malcolm said to me in a orderly manner. "Okay increase the speed I want to know for sure whats out there. Jordan bring up the telescope." I said to Jordan who was toying with his metal hand. "Yes sir" he said snubbing yet another one of his fag's out. Jordan began to hit a punch of buttons near a metal counter top where we draw our morning cofee. Soon a large metal object would project from the left side about 25 feet. It aloud us a large view about as far down as the tops of buildings from out side the atmosphere in other words far.
"Aye think it's soyf to say we areeee clear frooom ani entellegance officers" Grunswick said in his deep scottish voice. "Were not looking for that" I said slumping down next to Medford. I could now see the world more clearly. Definetly lights but know sighn of movment and no welcolm signals either. "Atmosphere comes back as oxygen!" Hopps said reading from a green screen next to Malcolm. "Excellent!, Jordan look to the north of the planet whats that area with a big glowing ball" I said. It was quite large maybe a tower or point of high population. "Sirrr may aye ask what are we hare far" Grunswick said putting on his glasses. A nice touch to his character if I may say so my self. He was are best sniper yet he was lame in the eyes. "We want to make sure non of these infamous creatures are here to suck out are brains!" the room broke out into laughter all except Weatherbee. "Hey you would be catious too if you heard what I heard" he said angirly. "Theres proof what about that prision with brits like us one of those things did that. "All rubbish" I said flapping my hand at him "an american liutenant went awol and shot them all. The agency gave clear proof". "ha! the agency is just covering up" he said pointing at the agency logo imprinted on one of our stolen hand guns.
"Whatever" I said turning to Jordan "Is that telescope been matched at the proper trajectory" I said with ergency in my voice. " Yes sir I think it's a tower of some sort dosen't seem to be anything moving around thou" he said passing the scope to me. It was a tall tower with many lights all around it sat piles upon piles of flats, probably for the workers. Nothing was moving all cars where parked and not a monerail was speeding on by. "Nothing!, nothing at all!" I said turning to Jordan. "Well what do you want me to do about it" he said with annoyance in his voice. "I want you to stop being a wise ass and help me think" I said. "Damn it your suppost to be the second in command here!" I said leaving the pilot area and going towards the pantery for cofee. "If you to would stop bickering I want to know what we will do about the synthetic" Wriggley said grabbing a energy bar from the cabinet. "I don't know" I said shrugging my shoulders and pouring some coffee. "Well I think...." Wriggley was about to say more but Jordan rudley cut him off. "Your not paid to think your paid to pull the trigger". "Shut up Blanks!" Wriggley said making an angry face. "You will call me as either Jordan or sir. You have no right to call me that". "This is'nt your damn Marine Core this is an army of criminals and exisles your rank means nothing" Wriggley said walking away to the cargo room. "Damn him!" Jordan said walking to the scope controls. "Permission to close scope!" he said turning his head towards me. "Go ahead " I nodded.
The scope came back with a clanking noise on each section slowly withdrawn into the saftey of the ship. "Okay I want the cruiser ready where gonna try for the top of that landing pad" I said to Malcolm. "All people to locker room lock and load" Malcolm said over the intercomm. There came an assortment of foot stomping as all but the two pilots suited up. We left the comfort of sneakers and fitted ino the sterness of combat boots. traded bare scalp for helmets and caps. T shirts for flak jackets we wanted to create the illusion of being normal everyday MC cargo personnel. We looked and acted the part as we have had to do this standard procedure every once and awhile. All we had was our handguns and the two clips for each man. As soon as we where fixed up I went to the pilot area. "Okay! penetrate atmosphere" I said to Medford who in turn shifted the drop off ship into the artifical atmosphere. "Be careful if we hit anything Gage is'nt around to fix it!" I said decreasing the speed a little.
"Jordan move the men to the hull and load them into the car" Jordan nodded to this command and started to shout. "Everyone to the rover!" once evryone was properly exited I gave my final commands. "Okay just park it and wait in on the pad we should be only 25 minutes or more depending on what the problem is" I said. Of course we had problems we kept on getting sucked in and a rescue team was coming in two months. "Okay sir me and Malcolm will take chance to fix the century guns" he said getting up and going to the cargo. "I'll land us and open the hatch" Malcolm said sternly. I nodded and left thank god we had a license for the century guns they may not have fit with Gage.
Little did I know we would need every weapon imaginable Illegal or not
Author's Note: Once Again I do not own Aliens or Fox. Oh how I wish I did
Ps: REVIEW! I LOVE THEM
An: Adventure by: Riley S. Madison
Chapter 2: A look Into Hell
"Three miles and closing" the cold metalic screen replied to Medford. "Okay begin atmosphere testing type J5 please" Malcolm said typing in some figures. "Okay sir we should be at the moon in another minute. We just need to probe for oxygen. If there is any then a buzzy must be set up" Malcolm said to me in a orderly manner. "Okay increase the speed I want to know for sure whats out there. Jordan bring up the telescope." I said to Jordan who was toying with his metal hand. "Yes sir" he said snubbing yet another one of his fag's out. Jordan began to hit a punch of buttons near a metal counter top where we draw our morning cofee. Soon a large metal object would project from the left side about 25 feet. It aloud us a large view about as far down as the tops of buildings from out side the atmosphere in other words far.
"Aye think it's soyf to say we areeee clear frooom ani entellegance officers" Grunswick said in his deep scottish voice. "Were not looking for that" I said slumping down next to Medford. I could now see the world more clearly. Definetly lights but know sighn of movment and no welcolm signals either. "Atmosphere comes back as oxygen!" Hopps said reading from a green screen next to Malcolm. "Excellent!, Jordan look to the north of the planet whats that area with a big glowing ball" I said. It was quite large maybe a tower or point of high population. "Sirrr may aye ask what are we hare far" Grunswick said putting on his glasses. A nice touch to his character if I may say so my self. He was are best sniper yet he was lame in the eyes. "We want to make sure non of these infamous creatures are here to suck out are brains!" the room broke out into laughter all except Weatherbee. "Hey you would be catious too if you heard what I heard" he said angirly. "Theres proof what about that prision with brits like us one of those things did that. "All rubbish" I said flapping my hand at him "an american liutenant went awol and shot them all. The agency gave clear proof". "ha! the agency is just covering up" he said pointing at the agency logo imprinted on one of our stolen hand guns.
"Whatever" I said turning to Jordan "Is that telescope been matched at the proper trajectory" I said with ergency in my voice. " Yes sir I think it's a tower of some sort dosen't seem to be anything moving around thou" he said passing the scope to me. It was a tall tower with many lights all around it sat piles upon piles of flats, probably for the workers. Nothing was moving all cars where parked and not a monerail was speeding on by. "Nothing!, nothing at all!" I said turning to Jordan. "Well what do you want me to do about it" he said with annoyance in his voice. "I want you to stop being a wise ass and help me think" I said. "Damn it your suppost to be the second in command here!" I said leaving the pilot area and going towards the pantery for cofee. "If you to would stop bickering I want to know what we will do about the synthetic" Wriggley said grabbing a energy bar from the cabinet. "I don't know" I said shrugging my shoulders and pouring some coffee. "Well I think...." Wriggley was about to say more but Jordan rudley cut him off. "Your not paid to think your paid to pull the trigger". "Shut up Blanks!" Wriggley said making an angry face. "You will call me as either Jordan or sir. You have no right to call me that". "This is'nt your damn Marine Core this is an army of criminals and exisles your rank means nothing" Wriggley said walking away to the cargo room. "Damn him!" Jordan said walking to the scope controls. "Permission to close scope!" he said turning his head towards me. "Go ahead " I nodded.
The scope came back with a clanking noise on each section slowly withdrawn into the saftey of the ship. "Okay I want the cruiser ready where gonna try for the top of that landing pad" I said to Malcolm. "All people to locker room lock and load" Malcolm said over the intercomm. There came an assortment of foot stomping as all but the two pilots suited up. We left the comfort of sneakers and fitted ino the sterness of combat boots. traded bare scalp for helmets and caps. T shirts for flak jackets we wanted to create the illusion of being normal everyday MC cargo personnel. We looked and acted the part as we have had to do this standard procedure every once and awhile. All we had was our handguns and the two clips for each man. As soon as we where fixed up I went to the pilot area. "Okay! penetrate atmosphere" I said to Medford who in turn shifted the drop off ship into the artifical atmosphere. "Be careful if we hit anything Gage is'nt around to fix it!" I said decreasing the speed a little.
"Jordan move the men to the hull and load them into the car" Jordan nodded to this command and started to shout. "Everyone to the rover!" once evryone was properly exited I gave my final commands. "Okay just park it and wait in on the pad we should be only 25 minutes or more depending on what the problem is" I said. Of course we had problems we kept on getting sucked in and a rescue team was coming in two months. "Okay sir me and Malcolm will take chance to fix the century guns" he said getting up and going to the cargo. "I'll land us and open the hatch" Malcolm said sternly. I nodded and left thank god we had a license for the century guns they may not have fit with Gage.
Little did I know we would need every weapon imaginable Illegal or not
Author's Note: Once Again I do not own Aliens or Fox. Oh how I wish I did
Ps: REVIEW! I LOVE THEM