---As a reviewer pointed out, my story is VERY wrong. So, I'm just going to go along and say that nothing had happened since 2145, forget the whole 'Resurrection of Evil' Expansion pack. And the fleet from Earth. I'm sorry about my HUGE screw-up. ---

Raylen: Don's sister isn't a marine, so I don't think she would NEED to be 18 years old. Communications (I don't think) require an age of 18; I think it starts at age 16 in real-time-army restrictions.

'Video Link-up requested. Video Link-up requested. Video…' The metallic voice of the computer rang over and over. Don paid no attention to it, a song playing through his helmet. It had been about 2 weeks since they got there, And everything was normal, All but the disturbing words on the wall, No more creatures had been found, Surveillance tapes checked, Brandon's body buried outside on the Martian Soil; It seemed everything was normal once more.

'Video link-up requested. Video Link-up requested…' It still rang, annoying as ever. Finally Don got up; knowing it probably was a recorded message from the UAC, Not just live. He couldn't ignore it.

"Damn it. I hate talking to these corporate fucks…" He muttered, entering in his name, ID number and the UAC com line transfer code, which wasn't even hidden. Hell, half the population of Earth could know the code, only one channel was hidden. And that was reserved for councilors.

Don waited for the pre-recorded message to play. He saw a beaten man, Face soaked with blood and scars, wearing the regulation scientific lab coat.

"This is Doctor Frederick Addams, I am stationed at the moon base of Earth…We were just attacked by some… element. Some 'wave' of death and destruction… It was……"

Don signaled with his hands the closest two to come watch. Martin and Patrick one of the councilors had paid them a visit, walked over, watching the message.

The doctor on the other side had just finished explaining the wave, and was moving on. "Then… These odd creatures appeared, we presume they are some odd experiments from our Exlo labs, but they seemed… out of place, beyond experiments… completely alien to a reason of existence. A few of these creatures, We presume via security tapes are some sort of 'queen' shot from the east of our facility and got past our turrets, and managed to get through the moon's ozone layer, Towards Mars. I myself am okay; I just got hit by flying metal and debris. I have sent this to all available com systems on Mars, Earth and our other stations scattered across Earth. Moon Facility 4 out."

Don was already gone, Digging around for his radio frequency disk, as he had replaced it with old 1990s music, tossing the disk from his helmet and replacing it with the frequency disk, He shouted as loud as possible so all of the small craft orbiting them could hear. "MONICA! WE HAVE JUST RECIVED A REPORT from EARTH'S MOON! SOME SORT OF CREATURE SHOT FROM THEIR FACILITY AND—"

"Don. I'm not stupid, I saw it too. We're coming down now. Gather everyone to the storage room and brace for any attack that could happen."

"You're starting to sound like mom, Monica…."

His shouting, However, Had drawn all of the Marines back. "Did you really need to shout so loud? I was trying to fix the turret," Morta complained.

"Morta, Patrick, Britney, You three goes find shelter in the safe room."

The safe room was the only room they had been able to mold out of the stainless steel supplied by the UAC, It was small and could only fit 5 people, but it was called the safe room for a reason, it was safe.

The three weaklings nodded and wandered into the safe room, closing the door.

This left Don, Martin, and Jim to defend the room. They were all armed with a wide arrangement of weapons; Don had it light, Pistol, Sub Machine Gun, Shotgun and the all famous grabber. Marin carried the Pistol, of course, the shotgun, Plasma Gun and SMG, And finally Jim. Jim had EVERYTHING, up to and including the BFG, Making him the slowest mover but strongest fighter. The room, However, Was silent. Nothing made noise but the howling Martian wind outside.

Then they could hear the hatch open up outside, Close and for another minute: Silence. Once more, the sound of pressure releasing from inside, Out came Monica, Arnold, and the pilot who was still in his full suit. Monica carried a laptop at her side and a chain gun packed into her backpack. Arnold had a whole computer that he pushed in front of him, and the pilot was carrying the Satellite Dish that hooked up to the computer & laptop.

"Monica, Where is Doctor Betruger? Haven't you heard from his team yet?"

"Sorry, No. They are nowhere to be found, most likely on the other side of the base. But…. His bodyguards will protect him. Don't worry." She replied in a worried but confident tone.

Don and Monica began to talk about their condition as Arnold was hooking up the communication equipment behind a large number of metal boxes. "Oh shit!" He muttered, Don and Monica coming to check what he was talking about. "Huh?" Don asked, looking at the computer. "Watch…" Arnold replied, Eyes still glued to the screen. It was a live surveillance camera that overlooked the east part of the city. Something shot past the camera, Something inhuman, Followed by a larger group of odd fleshy beasts with wings, Spikes and such erupting from its' body.

The ground shook. The attack had begun. Once more.

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