Chapter 1
Cold Dreams
"Come on ass wipes," I bellowed to my marines, "we gotta get off this tub before it
blows."
All around us, black monsters came wave after wave, flowing over the metal walls
of the Starship Outbreak. Outbreak, how ironic. An outbreak of Xenomorphs had
occurred. It was mayhem and yet again, me and my squad of badasses had been sent to
deal with it.
Our squad has fastly became known as the best bugger killers. Heck, we won all the
competition, their were no other 'Bug Killers'. We were the best because, their were
no others.
As we rounded the corner heading towards the Dropship, several Xenomorphs
jumped from around the corner and headed straight towards us. I pulled the triggers of
my duel pistols and unleashed a deadly rain of bullets into the Xenomorphs.
The ammunition of the pistols where called slugs. They imbedded themselves into
the targets flesh and detonated inside the flesh.
Several of the slugs shot straight into the heads and the Xenomorphs crumpled onto
the floor as their heads exploded in a downpour of yellow acid.
Mandra, the smartgunner, was firing at the oncoming hordes of the black demons
from behind us and Paul 'Killalot' Vandan was trying through the Xenomorphs
coming from the front of us.
The other three members also firing at the Xenomorphs while I was trying to handle
the teenage boy rescued from the ship. His mother stood beside Mandra. Both of their
long blonde hairs flying backwards.
Mandra was a rather attractive woman, blonde hair, two meters tall. She served as
the team hacker aswell.
The boys mother, was a brunet, sported a Pulse Rifle and was blasting away. Her
name was Samantha, she had survived initial infestation of the colony vessel in which
my squad and I where on.
"Bishop?" I called the squads android.
"Yes sergeant?" Bishop answered promptly,
"Bishop?" I continued, "can you possibly access the APCs remote driver system and
bring the APC to us?"
APC meant Armoured-Personal-Carrier and it was a common accessory with the
Colonial Marines.
"Well I'll need to find a com-port, but I can, yes." Bishop simply stated.
"Samantha?" I asked turning to the beautiful woman, "do you know where the
nearest com-port is?"
Samantha turned around stopped her fire, "yes. See that panel on the wall?" I
nodded, "go through there a few meters to a vent junction. In that junction is a
com-port."
I turned to look at the vent panel, it was a simple gray vent. Big enough to fit a man
in.
"Bishop, Vandan," I said, "your up. Through the vent to the com-port. You know
what to do."
The circle of soldier backed up towards the walk near the vent, we never broke our
fire. Bishop and Vandan were in the middle of the circle getting a welding kit from
Vandans backpack.
I waved my pulse rifle around plowwing down the black demons.
"Hurry up guys," I shouted behind me, trying to be heard over the weapons fire,
"fucking hurry up!"
"WE'RE DONE!" Bishop shouted.
I fell back into the center of the circle to Vandan and Bishop
"So get to the vent junction and access the com-port," I instructed, "then bring the
APC to us here and make sure you kill a few of the bastards on the way. And make it
quick!"
I fell back to the edge of the circle and continued firing.
In the vents, Vandan shook his head and his mane of black hair flew behind him
and behind his shoulder. Sweat dripped down his brow and onto the metal grated floor
beneath his hands and feat.
Bishop was crawling steadily infront of Vandan, no sign of being tired on the
androids face. The look of concentration upon his face, his android brain focused on
the one task ahead.
The vents where the same on every USCM ship, the circular tunnels, with grated
flooring. They came upto the junction and Bishop opened the access door for the vent
and it slowly opened withdrawing into the sides of the opening.
Bishop crawled into the junction, pistol held out in front of him, he opened the
access door in the roof of the junction. Nothing there, he holstered his pistol and got
onto his hands and knees.
While Bishop took off the top of the com-port, Vandan crawled into the junction,
double checking all the access ways where void of Aliens, he settled back and raised
his Pulse Rifle, ready for trouble.
"How you doing there Bishop?", Vandan turned to Bishop.
Bishop continued to work and then turned to Vandan, his eyes locked on Vandan,
his pupils seemingly doubling. He shook his head and then turned back to work.
Vandan looked into the vent they'd came from listening to the gunfire of his
squad mates and the screeches of the dying Aliens.
After another minute Bishop got up, "OK I'm done!"
"OK, we're out of here," Vandan spoke with relief, "Hicks the APC should be
there!"
I heard Vandan over the radio and just as he'd finished speaking the APC came
streaking through the corridor and screeched to a halt just in front of us, running over
most of the aliens infront of us and blocking the rest of the oncoming horde.
"OK, into the APC guys," I shouted, "Bishop..Vandan? Are you coming?"
As soon as I finished speaking Bishop emerged from the vent access way,
followed by Vandan. They both came running towards me.
"Bishop drive," I instructed, "Vandan operate the turret!"
We all stepped into the APC and I slammed the door shut behind me.
Bishop got into the drivers sheet of the APC and he revved the engine and turned
around to head back the way it came. The sound of the 15mm turret filled the
passenger compartment of the APC.
The APC tore down the corridor, the turret rotating on the rear of the APC firing
its destructive bullets into mass of oncoming killing machines. The APC came
screeching into the docking bay of the ship.
The APC spun round in circles while Vandan took out all the Aliens in the bay
before the APC settled still and the fire was concentrated at only entrance for the
docking bay. The bullets ripped through the aliens and kept them out.
The APC door slid open and I jumped out followed by everyone.
"Bishop, get the Dropship ready," I said to Bishop, "Mandra, the rest of the squad
apart from Vandan and make a perimeter around the Dropship. Samantha, you and the
boy go get strapped into the Dropship."
I joined Mandra and the other 3 marines around the Dropship. The APC still
firing into the corridor. Suddenly the fire from the APC stopped, and the aliens
swarmed in.
"SHIT," bellowed Vandan down the radio, "out of ammo!"
"Haul ass," I yelled as I started to fire, "Bishop? Hurry up!"
The door to the APC slid open just as the aliens had smothered the APC, Vandan
came out and ran blindly firing behind him.
We all fired, hoping to provide enough cover for him to get into the Dropship but
it was no use. Vandan looked behind him and one of the Aliens lept onto him, pinning
him to the floor. Several others joined the alien and they tore Vandan apart.
Mandra slowly moved forward firing with her Smartgun. Firing into the crowd
of aliens feasting on Vandans remains. From the roof of the docking bay, a group of
alien dropped down onto her. They all impaled her with their tails at once. And while
she was hanging in mid-air, they ripped her into more than ten pieces.
I backed up, firing wildly into the mass of oncoming death.
"Bishop?" I asked panicked, "Status?"
"Almost don............"
The radio was filled with static, Bishop was gone.
I turned around to run. I didn't know where, but it didn't really matter. I would
die along with the Outbreak when it exploded.
Another swarm of aliens came bursting through one of the bay walls...straight at
me. They ran straight over me, clawing at each other to get me. I was pinned down.
One of them picked me up and carried me over to the Dropship.
The aliens also had Samantha and her son pinned to the fall, just like me. All at
the same times, the aliens holding us down opened their mouths and the deadly second
mouth, slowly emerged.
Something strange happened though, in the black of the aliens gaping mouth a
flashing red light appeared, everything started to go white....white.....