It's me again! Well, I did it…I got to the Xenomorphs and over 50 reviews before the end of the Easter holidays…but I've got to go back to school tomorrow! Therefore, to lift my spirits, I may well post another chapter tomorrow.

Anyway, enjoy this here chapter. I also figured I'd explain what's coming up in this story. Well, there's more action (obviously), then when Drake gets back to Earth…well, I won't spoil it. But there'll be violence. And drama. And romance.

Enjoy!

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THE SWARM

"Oh…C'jit…"

The three Xenomorphs, hissing savagely, leapt down toward the three warriors. They instinctively rolled to the side, just as one of their tails grabbed Deadstreak by the leg and hurled him into a wall. Drake whipped out his speargun, but the monster dodged just as another one slammed into Drake's back, knocking him to the ground. Drake rolled across the room just in time to dodge the claws of the beast.

Meanwhile, Deadstreak extended his wristblades and severed the end of the Xenomorph's tail. Deadstreak leapt back and prepared to fire his plasmacaster, but one of the Xenomorphs grabbed him and pinned him to the wall.

Drake pulled himself free from the grip of another creature and fly-kicked Deadstreak's opponent in the head.

"Come on!" Drake yelled as he desperately tried to fend off one of the Xenomorphs, "We have to go!"

He fired a burst from his Plasmacaster toward a Xenomorph standing in front of a passageway. The demon leapt to the side, allowing Drake and Deadstreak to run down the passageway.

"Hey!" Deadstreak yelled, "I'm not running from those bugs!"

"For Christ's sake," Drake snapped, "How about using your head for something other than using your mouth? Like Scarface always said: 'even the bravest warrior knows when a fight cannot be won'. And besides, we're not trying to escape. We're just putting some distance between them and us, so we can come up with a plan before they rip us to pieces!"

At that moment, Deadstreak looked back to see the three monsters tearing through the cave after them. He fired a bolt from the Speargun, which cut into the side of one of the Xenomorphs. It hissed angrily as its acid blood sprayed all over the cave wall. It leapt forward, just as Drake leapt forth and swung his Glaive toward the beast. It cut through, sending acid blood flying in a wide arc.

The two young warriors ran to the end of the passageway, and then quickly turned round, quickly firing a bolt from each of their plasmacasters. The searing, white-hot blasts struck the front of one of the monsters in a shower of flame and sparks. After a brief second, its charred corpse fell to the ground.

Another one ran forward through the smoke, only for Deadstreak to kick it in the face.

Unfortunately, they turned round to see themselves backed against a wall.

"Not good," Drake commented, "Now what?"

"What do you think?" Deadstreak answered, taking out his spear.

"One each. You ready?"

Drake shrugged. "What the hell."

They both leapt forward, slamming into the beasts and taking them by surprise. Drake struggled against the Xenomorph's strength as its foul claws tore at his flesh and its inner mouth leaned back.

With a monumental force, Drake kicked the monster in the ribs, hurling it away. However, it leapt forth again. Drake ducked, slashing at its underside with his spear. The monster stopped not far from him, allowing Drake to quickly shoot it in the side with the Speargun as it turned.

A few feet away, Deadstreak leapt up as his enemy ran at him. He fired a large net from his netgun, catching the monster and hurling it into the wall. It hissed in fury as the net cut through its flesh, until the netting finally melted away. However, as it leapt out, Deadstreak fired a bolt from his plasmacaster, instantly frying the foul monster.

The other Xenomorph sped toward Drake, who fired a searing plasmacaster bolt at it. The blast hit it right in the face, causing the entire head to explode in a shower of acid blood.

The two young Yautja stood there for a second, sighing heavily. Deadstreak leaned against the wall. Drake turned to see the wound in his side again.

"You didn't heal it?" Drake asked.

"When did I have the chance?" Deadstreak shrugged. He took out a Medicomp dagger and jabbed it into his side, howling in fury in the few seconds it took the injury to heal.

"Come on," Drake said, "We'd best get moving."

They set off down another passageway. As they journeyed further in, the caverns became increasingly dark. More and more bizarre webbing appeared over the walls.

"We must be near the middle of the hive," Deadstreak commented, "So…where are the Xenomorphs?"

"Good question," Drake shrugged as he looked round, "I don't hear anything…I smell them, but all this stuff smells like them."

They slowly entered another part of the cave, covered in webbing.

"See anything?" Drake whispered as they looked round.

"No…" Deadstreak answered, "Wait…Look Out!"

Drake turned round as, in the blink of an eye, another Xenomorph leapt down, striking him in the chest. Deadstreak grabbed the creature's tail and pulled it off, only for it to thrash its tail and slam him into the floor.

Suddenly, the rock beneath them gave way. They and the Xenomorph collapsed into the darkness, amidst a vast cloud of dust and debris.

All Drake could see was Darkness. Then, finally, some kind of light…barely enough to see by…to see…

"Eggs…" Drake realised. "Oh no…"

"What?" Deadstreak asked as he slowly got up.

"Those are eggs," Drake answered, "And that means…"

Deadstreak finished for him: "We're in the nest."

Something on a wall suddenly caught Drake's attention.

"Dachande!" Drake gasped, running over to the wall. Dachande was pinned to the wall in dense, green webbing.

"Look out!" Dachande grunted.

Drake turned round as the egg behind him split open. What looked like a huge, fleshy spider or crab with a long tail leapt forth.

"Facehugger!" Deadstreak yelled, as Drake swung his wristblades through the air, cutting through the facehugger.

"Did any of them get you?" Drake asked.

"Of course not," Dachande answered, "I've still got my mask on!"

"Hold on- I'll get you out."

Drake and Deadstreak pulled on the thick webbing, tearing it from the wall.

"What happened to the others?" Deadstreak asked.

"They got them…" Dachande gasped, "Tu'Thaka and I met up with Lua'Kia and Kura'Ki…and they just…Paya…they came out of nowhere. We were all blindsided…"

"Where are they?"

"Found them!" Drake called, as he ran over to the other three, who were still pinned to a wall.

"They've still got their masks," he called, "They haven't been facehugged. Give me a hand here!"

The three of them tore away the webbing in a few seconds, releasing the other three Yautja.

"Thanks…" Lua'Kia gasped as she got up, "Where are the Xenomorphs?"

"Good question," Drake answered. "Come on, let's get out of…"

Drake was cut off by a loud hissing from above him.

The three of them slowly looked up as a black, writhing mass seemed to rapidly descend from the walls.

As they looked up, they saw what the mass was: Dozens of hideous, monstrous Xenomorphs.

All around them, the tops of the eggs began to open and thin, orange-yellow legs started to emerge.

"Whatever you do," Tu'Thaka instructed calmly, "Don't panic."

Another, even louder, hissing and screeching began, above and behind them.

The six young Yautja turned round to see a huge, monstrous Xenomorph Queen.

"OK," Tu'Thaka sighed, "Now we can panic."

TO BE CONTINUED!

Next Chapter: Six amateur Yautja Vs. an entire Xenomorph hive, including the Queen!

More of this story is coming soon. Sorry for the cliffhanger, I just love an exciting end to a chapter.