Holy Jesus Crackers… 190 reviews and over 16,000 hits! Christ all mighty, when did that number get that high? Now I'm hoping to make it to 200 reviews by the end of this story.

Anyway: Time to continue on the cliffy from the last chapter. Will this be the end of Drake, Rebecca, Scarface and everyone on the Colony?

I'd like to add that Dachande is named after the Yautja in the novel AVP: Prey. I think.

Yautja, Predator, Aliens, Xenomorph, and all related characters and trademarks are © 20th Century Fox. Drake is © Zillah 91. I think.

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WAR ON TWO FRONTS

Drake extended the Glaive again, entering a fighting stance.

"Don't you lay a finger on her, you piece of filth!" He snarled.

"Oh, I don't intend to." Yutani answered. "I just aim to kill you and keep an eye on her until her little 'carriage' can hatch."

"Hatch?" Rebecca gasped. "What does he…"

"That's why I have to get you back to the ship," Drake answered. "We can get that thing out of you without killing you, but if it hatches…"

"Drake, what is it?"

"A Xenomorph," He answered flatly. "Come on, we have to get out of here--"

Yutani suddenly shot forward, elbowing Drake in the face and sending him flying back. He felt the pain shoot through his cheekbone, seconds before he slammed into the wall.

A second later, he felt Yutani grab him by the neck and throw him back to the floor on the other side of the room.

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"Well, we can't do much good in here," Dachande sighed. "For God's sake, hurry it up, man…" As if Drake could hear him.

A loud scraping sounded from outside.

"They definitely want to come in…" Deadstreak nodded. "We have to try and fight them off."

"No!" Scarface ordered. "We stay in here. Is that understood?"

"What, and wait for them to rip us to pieces? Or put one of those facehuggers on us?"

"Either that or go out that and get ripped to pieces right away! We wait here."

"Drake will be back," Dachande interrupted. "He's our only chance. We trust him, Deadstreak. Why don't you?"

Deadstreak paused.

"Is it because he's human?" Scarface finally asked.

"No." Deadstreak insisted. "I know Drake will come through. But which one will take longer- Drake getting back here, or those things breaking through?"

The metal on the door in front of them began to rend and tear.

"That answers that," Dachande nodded, priming his plasmacaster.

"We have the advantage," Scarface informed them. "That's the only point on the ship they've broken, and not many can come through at once. We can pick them off as they come in!"

The second the Xenomorphs began to pour in, blasts from Plasmacasters, Spearguns, Smart Discs, and Fire Bombs filled the air, along with the screeches of the Xenomorphs.

After a second, however, their yellow-green acid-blood spewed over the sides of the door and walls, beginning to eat through it.

In about a minute, parts of the wall suddenly broke off, more Xenomorphs pouring in…

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"Drake!" Rebecca shouted, running over to him. A second later, Yutani suddenly threw her back.

"Sorry, my dear," He smirked, "It's a long story, but I think it's about time I killed your little boyfriend…"

He kicked Drake in the ribs, walking calmly around him.

"I can't believe your kind…" he hissed. "Destroying such amazing things as the Xenomorphs…" he kicked him again, right in the gut. "And to think, a rational human would side with those things…" Another kick. "Siding with those freaks!"

He kicked him again, then leaned down, forcefully pulling off Drake's mask in time to see him cough up blood.

"Tell me…" Yutani snarled, "How do you think your parents would fell if they saw you alongside those things?"

He pulled back his leg to kick him again…

Drake suddenly grabbed his leg, flipped him up, extended his wristblades and slashed him across the chest. Yutani staggered back as Drake stood up, his face looking suddenly calm.

Yet something seemed suddenly different about him… he looked… cold.

Except his eyes.

They glowed with a fierce rage, driven by a fury burning deep inside him.

"You wretched boy…" Yutani hissed, "Die!"

As Yutani struck, Drake grabbed his wrist, span round and elbowed him in the face. He kicked Yutani's legs from underneath him and, grabbing his head, he brought his knee up and struck him in the back of the neck, before throwing him across the hospital room.

"Drake!" Rebecca shouted again, running up to him. "Are you OK?"

Drake suddenly blinked, the fire in his eyes subsiding. He looked almost… shocked.

"I... I think so…" He stuttered, "What…"

He looked over to Yutani's still, unmoving form.

"…What happened…?" He finally asked.

Rebecca's face suddenly froze, her hand going up to her chest.

"I… I can feel it," She gasped. "In my chest… oh my God, what is it? Drake what's inside me…?"

"We can get it out," Drake told her. "But only if we act right now."

Rebecca simply stood still.

"It's moving…" She gaped. "Drake, I can see…"

"What?"

"Those things… trying to get inside the metal shell, ready… ready to take them."

"Take them? Take who?"

"Their enemies… their enemies for ages, the creatures, the hunters… and they're winning, they've almost got them. They can't hold them back much longer, can't hold back her children…" Tears suddenly began to well in her eyes. "Drake, what's happening?"

"It's maturing," Drake thought out loud. "It's in control of the Xenomorphs, but it's still inside you… maybe we can use that."

"…How? This thing inside me…"

"Exactly. Inside you. As long as it's in there, it's a part of you. You can use it. You can call them off. Those three, they're my kind, they can help you. They can get this thing out, but not if they're dead."

"…Ok…" Rebecca breathed. "I—I'll try…"

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The swarms of Xenomorphs surrounded the Yautja, pouring inwards…

"Hold them off!" Scarface shouted as they tried to beat back the great cloud of the monsters.

"There's too many!" Deadstreak yelled back. "There's nothing we can…"

Suddenly, the Xenomorphs stopped around them. Not tense, just… standing there. As if hearing something.

And, a second later, they moved away. Pouring back out in one uniform, black mass.

"Drake…" Dachande gasped, barely standing with all the long, green cuts on him, "Whatever the hell you just did, it worked…"

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"Come on," Drake said quickly. "You're controlling the Xenomorphs. That can help us. But that means it's almost mature. We're running out of time."

With Rebecca holding onto his shoulders, Drake leapt from the hole in the window, to the opposite rooftop.

Beside him, though, the still form of Professor Yutani moved, and began to stand…

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OK, a few notes:

1: Exactly why Drake suddenly seemed to somehow change, kicked the crap out of Yutani and had no memory of it, is for you to ponder. It will probably be explained at some point.

2: (Important) Due to the great success of this story, I plan to write a sequel to this story. I have a few ideas for this story, which will more than likely feature a Bad Blood, and we'll definitely have some new Yautja characters. If I write a sequel, I'd probably continue developing Rebecca's character as well, and Drake would most likely continue to improve his skills. Beyond that, I'll just say I have some nasty plans for Deadstreak.

3: I have a few ideas for this- how do you think I should conclude this story with respects to the relationship between Drake and Rebecca?

All Reviews Welcome!