Chapter 1: The Mission

The hatch door opens, revealing a huge circular arena. A blond hair woman dress in a white lab coat walked in, grabbing a quick glance around the area. Computer consoles surrounded her left and right, all concentrated toward the middle of the area, where hundreds of screens floated in mid air, viewing the entire complex she was in.

The other scientists around the area turned to greet her as she walked past them, checking out the specs, and making sure everything's ok, she took notes of the current progresses of the specimens.

"Miss Summer, the report!" a male scientist said as he passed her a file with a few documents inside.

Another male scientist walked up to Summer, peeping at the report.

"How's the specimens coming along?" she asked.

"Coming along fine." The male scientist replied.

"I heard the transformations were a success."

"Yes. The animals and insects all have survived the mutation."

Summer turned to the male scientist. He was a red head and had a very dim face.

"Brad, I heard recently that you did a test on the Queen. Why did you?" Summer asked,

"We have a few; why not just try it out?" Brad asked. "We have successfully implanted the D.N.A of our selected subjects into the Xenomorphs and also the other way around, why not the Queen herself?"

"The Queen is dangerous, and there are always side effects. The Queens are the source of our specimens. Losing one will cut down the amount of Xenomorphs needed for testing, meaning slower rate of growth." Summer explained.

"Need not worry, as you should know, the Queen is doing perfectly fine. There is an increase in strength and agility far superior to the other Queens." Brad reported. "So far, it has a successful mutation."

"What about Subject 345?" Summer added as she tossed the report toward a flickering console.

"That subject? That is a prisoner." Brad reminded. "That thing got three of our guards killed. It's staying below, and its weapons away from it."

"I heard the big guys want a test report on Xeno119's combat analysis. We could use Subject 345 for it. After all, that subject is…very skill in the art of combat."

"Too risky..." Brad said, shaking his head. "The moment we hand that thing his weapons back he'll find a way to break out of here. Worse is that his left arm is a time bomb. He could just activate that bomb anytime."

"I see."

Suddenly, the room light started to turn red and a siren started wailing loudly.

"What the hell is going on?" Brad asked.

Suddenly, everyone heard a loud screech nearby.

24 hours later…

An aircraft flew across the desert, carrying a group of armed soldiers.

Inside the aircraft, were twelve, ten on them were heavily armed. All of them wore combat boots, bullets-prove vest with an addition of armor over the vest and helmet over their head. Each of them carried different weapons from Pulse rifles, shotguns, and even machine guns. Two of the remaining individuals were slightly different. One wore blue jeans, a white t-shirt inside and brown leather jacket over it. He had blond hair and blue eyes.

The other seemed very dark. He was somewhat between American and Japanese but had black hair, wearing black pants, shirt and a black leather trench coat that stretched to his ankles. He wore half finger gloves and sunglasses. In his hand, he held a long samurai sword protected by a black shiny scabbard.

They were all squeeze in together as they headed their way across the desert.

"Hey man, before I go in blowing my ass, can you give us the highlights to this mission?" a soldier with a punk tone sitting at the very end requested.

All of them looked at the other end, where the squad leader was looking out with the pilot at the cockpit.

He turned, revealed himself, a pale man with moody eyes. He stepped down and looked at the people before him.

"Our mission is simple. I was informed by headquarters that they had lost contact with a hidden base in the desert. Like all movies you watch, it's practically the same. Go down, find out the problem, and get it fixed."

A female soldier turned to Serge who was a black man sitting opposite her. "I thought this kind of scenarios always involve monsters inside." She laughed.

"Where did you get that kind of runt out idea of a scenario, Linda?" Serge barked.

"I bet she got that from the movies." A Chinese looking man answered.

"Who asked you Tofu?" Serge snapped sarcastically

The captain of the group shakes his head in disbelief. "Alright people. To make it as specific as possible, I believe this laboratory in the dessert was conducting some sort of experiment, a bio weapon for the government." Captain continued. "Sadly, I don't know what weapon it is. The idea of this mission is just to get our butts in there, find out why the communication problems are down, and then with our man, Specs, he'll fix the communication problem and we can head home and have a vacation."

"Thanks for trusting my abilities." A soldier holding a lap top, waved.

"Stop flattering yourself, four eyes." Punk laughed.

"At least I'm good at something, unlike someone with the name of Punk." Specs mocked.

"That's my code name. You got a problem with it?" Punk laughed.

"Boys will always be boys." Another female soldier spoke out loud.

"What did you say Hazel?" Punk yelled.

"Cool it soldiers. Just to clarify, this isn't a rescue mission; this is also not a ghost hunt. We're just here to fix the damn communication." Captain said.

"But sir, if it is just communication, then why do they need so many of us for?" Forest, another soldier asked.

"Yeah, now that you mention is, why so many of us?" Adio, an Egyptian too, wanted to know.

Captain looked at the silent man named Hudson sitting opposite Punk. The silent man looked up and faced the crew.

"This may be a communication break down; however, we have the right to believe there is more going on down there. I believe something had infiltrated the base. It's a hunch. After all, this base is hidden from the world. Who would know? Our mission is also to seek out and capture the insider who could have sabotage the communications in order to get the weapon plans for the bio weapons."

"What if it's just a communication breakdown?" Errol, a Turkish soldier asked.

"Then that's better." Captain said. "Finish it, pack up and leave."

They all started to look at the two odd ones out.

A soldier looked up at the captain. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking, but why are there two civilians aboard this ship. We weren't even given the chance to properly know each other or even ask why they are here."

"Ladies and bellywags, I'd like you to know that these two fine gentlemen here are no ordinary civilians. This blondy here is Robert Remington. He's a cop who survived hell in a city two years ago." Captain said.

"What kind of hell are we talking about?" Jackson wanted to know, as he loaded bullets into his machine gun magazine.

Remington turned and looked at the curious faces of the soldiers. "I cannot say." He replied.

"Huh? Why not?" Linda asked.

Remington looked at her with his eyes focused onto hers. "You won't believe it."

"This two people here are selected to assist us. Selected, and they agree to volunteer for this job." Captain added.

"What about the man in sunglasses?" Punk asked.

"Don't bother." Remington laughed. "He doesn't talk much."

"History?" Tofu asked gleefully.

"Confidential." Captain said suddenly and quickly.

Everyone looked at the man in sunglasses.

"What about weapons?" Serge asked.

"I wouldn't mind a shotgun and a handgun." Remington answered with a happy nod.

"What about the shadow guy?" Hazel asked.

The man in sunglasses lifted his sword and then placed it on his lap, without saying a word.

"Are you kidding? A sword won't kill crap. Guns are highly more reliable then that stupid little blade." Punk insulted.

But upon saying that, the man in sunglasses was already standing in front of him, with the sword pointed right at his neck.

Punk remained still; the rest pointed their weapons against the man in sunglasses.

"Jack." Remington called. "You don't want any trouble."

Jack held his sword back and slides it back into his scabbard and went back to his seat.

"God that was fast." Tofu whispered to Hazel's right ear as he lowered his weapon

"No kidding, did you see his speed. I couldn't even catch him." Hazel replied back quietly.

Everyone remained silent after that.

Captain looked at the man with his sword and looked at the soldiers.

"Though we all don't know each other much, I'd appreciate it if you all can respect each other, and each other's culture and choices. If there really are disagreements in this mission, seek to understand, and then be understood." Captain reminded.

We've reached." The pilot yelled out. "Hold on to your horses we'll be landing in a short while."

Soon enough, the ship landed and everyone dropped off, landing hard against the scorching sand and the hot wind blowing against their faces.

The Captain waved the Pilot off as the ship then took off and left.

Everyone soon found themselves standing in the middle of no where.

"Alright people, the ship will return in 24 hours. Till then, let's just get this shit fixed and head on home." Captain yelled.

Everyone nodded their heads and stood, waiting. The Captain took out a round object with funny lightings around it He pressed onto one of the button and the ground started to shake like an earthquake passing by. Everyone got to their knees to keep balance as the ground started to open up.

Sand poured in and revealed a hole with stairs leading down beneath the desert.

Everyone soon moved in, with a mission to fix the communication…or is it?