Chapter 05
The marines were gearing up for the mission.
Artorus finished buttoning up his fatigue jacket and slipped on his plated combat boots and began lacing them up. He then put his belt on and attached his side-arm (his IMI Dessert Eagle) and extra clips. He slipped his smaller SigPro into his jacket, in his shoulder holster. He rolled up his sleeves and then put on his plated bracers on his arms and gloves on. He then slipped on his armored chest plate and buckled it on the sides.
Swanson joined him as he checked his pulse rifle, making sure that it ammunition display read 100% and that the grenade rounds were all in and loaded properly.
"Never take chances." Artorus commented to his friend without looking up.
"The more we arm, the better we live." Swanson replied with a smile.
"Hopefully, we wont have to see any real fighting, but just in case, I'm taking enough firepower to make the Xenomorphs wish they'd never been born." Artorus replied as he brushed his short, blond hair out of his eyes and put his helmet on.
Swanson got his things together as the wolf-like marine next to him made sure that he was carrying enough M1 Hand grenades and extra clips for his rifle.
***
Rita buckled on her chest plate and pulled her hair into a ponytail and put on her helmet. She then tucked her Walther into her pocket and loaded her pulse rifle. Behind her, Cathy finished gearing up.
"You ready to kill some bugs?" Cathy asked as she cocked the grenade launcher on her pulse rifle.
"I guess so." Rita replied simply. "I don't want to go looking for trouble, though." She added.
"Trouble's our middle name." Frost inserted as she walked up, holding her flight helmet under her arm.
***
Jaeger and Blake were decked out in full gear and were watching the marines file past them, into the docking bay of the ship.
"Alright leatherheads, move out!" Blake instructed the men. "In few minutes, we'll be boarding the drop ship." He announced. "I want you all inside the APC in a orderly fashion." He added.
Artorus adjusted his helmet, which had "DerWolf" written on it. He looked over to his side and stopped Rita as she passed by.
"You nervous?" He asked her demurely, making a sincere smile.
"A little." she replied.
Artorus smiled and looked at her. "Don't be, I'm here." He replied triumphantly.
She smiled and looked into his eyes. "Thanks, I feel better now." She replied with a smile.
Artorus watched walk away, showing no emotion as he did so. Swanson walked up beside him and smiled.
"You shouldn't tease your prey like that." He said jokingly.
"I don't know what you mean." Artorus replied with a smile as he walked off.
Able watched as the last of the marines entered the Drop-ship and then began walking onboard himself. He preferred to maintain some distance between himself and the soldiers.
***
It didn't take long for the marines to board the Drop Ship get into their seats.
Rita walked over to where Artorus was sitting and saw, over his shoulder, that he was holding a picture in his hand. After closer inspection, she saw that it was of a dark-haired woman and sandy-haired man. Though, the most interesting thing about the picture was that they had a child with them- looked to be about eight or nine years old- that had fur and pointed ears.
"Can I help you?" Artorus asked with a predatory smile, eyeing the female marine keenly.
Rita jumped back slightly. "How'd you know I was there?" She asked in astonishment.
"I heard your breath." He began. "And I recognized your scent." He added, pointing at his slender nose. "And I like the new perfume you're using." He added.
Rita blushed at the strange complement. "Who are those people in the picture?" She asked him.
"It's me and my foster parents." He replied simply.
Rita beamed at the new piece of information. "Oh wow!" She exclaimed as she looked closer at it. "You were such a cute child." She remarked. "I never would have imagined that you had grown up like that." Rita remarked. But then suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by her comment.
"After I was 'born' in the labs," He began explaining. "I was placed in the care of a foster family on the military base where the labs were." He added. "They had lost their own children in an accident and agreed to raise me as their own son." He then finished.
***
Frost and Redford had just finished receiving clearance for deployment as they began prepping the engines.
"Primary and secondary ignition at full power." Frost informed Redform as she pulled down her visor.
"Advanced Gyro-stabilizers fully operative." He replied as he imitation her by pulling down the visor of his helmet as well.
A voice came on over the radio. "I am now authorized with final confirmation, the hatchway doors are now in retraction." Came the information from the Docking-bay control tower.
"Roger that, control." Redford replied quickly.
~End of Chapter 05~
Okay, so it took me a really long time to finally get this chapter out, but I did do it! Anyway. I hope you will all enjoy it greatly.
Thanks to Zinic, Blackdawn, Black Adder, and all of the others that reviews this story.
-Bojack727
The marines were gearing up for the mission.
Artorus finished buttoning up his fatigue jacket and slipped on his plated combat boots and began lacing them up. He then put his belt on and attached his side-arm (his IMI Dessert Eagle) and extra clips. He slipped his smaller SigPro into his jacket, in his shoulder holster. He rolled up his sleeves and then put on his plated bracers on his arms and gloves on. He then slipped on his armored chest plate and buckled it on the sides.
Swanson joined him as he checked his pulse rifle, making sure that it ammunition display read 100% and that the grenade rounds were all in and loaded properly.
"Never take chances." Artorus commented to his friend without looking up.
"The more we arm, the better we live." Swanson replied with a smile.
"Hopefully, we wont have to see any real fighting, but just in case, I'm taking enough firepower to make the Xenomorphs wish they'd never been born." Artorus replied as he brushed his short, blond hair out of his eyes and put his helmet on.
Swanson got his things together as the wolf-like marine next to him made sure that he was carrying enough M1 Hand grenades and extra clips for his rifle.
***
Rita buckled on her chest plate and pulled her hair into a ponytail and put on her helmet. She then tucked her Walther into her pocket and loaded her pulse rifle. Behind her, Cathy finished gearing up.
"You ready to kill some bugs?" Cathy asked as she cocked the grenade launcher on her pulse rifle.
"I guess so." Rita replied simply. "I don't want to go looking for trouble, though." She added.
"Trouble's our middle name." Frost inserted as she walked up, holding her flight helmet under her arm.
***
Jaeger and Blake were decked out in full gear and were watching the marines file past them, into the docking bay of the ship.
"Alright leatherheads, move out!" Blake instructed the men. "In few minutes, we'll be boarding the drop ship." He announced. "I want you all inside the APC in a orderly fashion." He added.
Artorus adjusted his helmet, which had "DerWolf" written on it. He looked over to his side and stopped Rita as she passed by.
"You nervous?" He asked her demurely, making a sincere smile.
"A little." she replied.
Artorus smiled and looked at her. "Don't be, I'm here." He replied triumphantly.
She smiled and looked into his eyes. "Thanks, I feel better now." She replied with a smile.
Artorus watched walk away, showing no emotion as he did so. Swanson walked up beside him and smiled.
"You shouldn't tease your prey like that." He said jokingly.
"I don't know what you mean." Artorus replied with a smile as he walked off.
Able watched as the last of the marines entered the Drop-ship and then began walking onboard himself. He preferred to maintain some distance between himself and the soldiers.
***
It didn't take long for the marines to board the Drop Ship get into their seats.
Rita walked over to where Artorus was sitting and saw, over his shoulder, that he was holding a picture in his hand. After closer inspection, she saw that it was of a dark-haired woman and sandy-haired man. Though, the most interesting thing about the picture was that they had a child with them- looked to be about eight or nine years old- that had fur and pointed ears.
"Can I help you?" Artorus asked with a predatory smile, eyeing the female marine keenly.
Rita jumped back slightly. "How'd you know I was there?" She asked in astonishment.
"I heard your breath." He began. "And I recognized your scent." He added, pointing at his slender nose. "And I like the new perfume you're using." He added.
Rita blushed at the strange complement. "Who are those people in the picture?" She asked him.
"It's me and my foster parents." He replied simply.
Rita beamed at the new piece of information. "Oh wow!" She exclaimed as she looked closer at it. "You were such a cute child." She remarked. "I never would have imagined that you had grown up like that." Rita remarked. But then suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by her comment.
"After I was 'born' in the labs," He began explaining. "I was placed in the care of a foster family on the military base where the labs were." He added. "They had lost their own children in an accident and agreed to raise me as their own son." He then finished.
***
Frost and Redford had just finished receiving clearance for deployment as they began prepping the engines.
"Primary and secondary ignition at full power." Frost informed Redform as she pulled down her visor.
"Advanced Gyro-stabilizers fully operative." He replied as he imitation her by pulling down the visor of his helmet as well.
A voice came on over the radio. "I am now authorized with final confirmation, the hatchway doors are now in retraction." Came the information from the Docking-bay control tower.
"Roger that, control." Redford replied quickly.
~End of Chapter 05~
Okay, so it took me a really long time to finally get this chapter out, but I did do it! Anyway. I hope you will all enjoy it greatly.
Thanks to Zinic, Blackdawn, Black Adder, and all of the others that reviews this story.
-Bojack727