Jenny's Audio Diary Log

I tried to go after him... I tried my best to catch up to him... I wanted so so badly... in the worst of ways to tell him how sorry I was... Things shouldn't have ended like they had... but I'd let it... I didn't know how it would've made things better. He wouldn't have accepted it, but still... I still had to let him know... that I was sorry... That I regretted letting him go... But I couldn't... I was too late... By the time I made it outside the colony ,the way Jon had left... he was gone... He'd left behind his pouch... All that was in it was his Bible, his crucifix, his broken bio-mask... and his mother's necklace.

He'd gone in alone. He was going to face Dad and the swarm by himself. I'd seen my Fire Angel do amazing things before. I'd seen him hold his own against multiple xenomorphs in close quarters combat, and strangle a Boa-Viper to death. I'd seen him take on groups of yautja single handedly, sometimes without any armor or weapons. I'd seen him kill two Predaliens with his bare hands. I'd seen him fight Goliath in a losing battle and win. He'd even come back from the dead! I didn't doubt that he could handle himself against the massive hoard of aliens, nor was I worried that he'd find and kill Daddy. I wasn't worried about any of that. But when he talked with Stacy. He sounded so sure... so sure h-he was going... going to... that he was going to die...

J-Jon looked so happy... He didn't deserve that! No one should have to go through such pain to want to die! That's one of the reasons why I pitied him so much when we first met! He'd been through enough! He didn't deserve to go through this! He shouldn't have been put through so much! He shouldn't have needed to go through all of this, at least not by himself! He didn't deserve to be alone!

Jon wasn't even a full grow adult, he was still just a teenager! He was just a kid! And he was doing something a kid shouldn't have needed to. He done this all his life! He didn't need to do anymore! He was hurt! He was weak, but he was still fighting! Even when it shouldn't have been his job to! This wasn't his fight! It never should have been! He shouldn't have had to do any of this, this was our mess, not his... B-B-But h-he... h-h-he was still helping us...

Why?! I kept asking myself that question each time I thought about him. Each time I thought back to that caring worried look he gave me. Why did he still care about me?! After everything I did to him?! Why is he doing this for us?! After all we've done to him?! I'd abandoned my poor Fire Angel but he hadn't abandoned me! Why?!

Before long Rachelle caught up to me and managed to talk some sense into me. Ch'ris had to stay behind so he and Hadrick could direct their troops. "Listen to me my sister. Listen to me Mei'jadhi!" Rachelle addressed me. "R'ka Bhu'ja forgave me, and Yeyin Ju'dha, and his father for our trespasses against him! He still cares for us even though we do not deserve his affection! If he still cares for us, I know he must still care for you! I know he does! I can tell!" She bellowed over the sound of the thunderstorm. "Listen to me my sister! You know he still loves you! I know you know this! I agree, you should've said you're sorry! But that isn't important now! You've done what you can for him! We all have! I know it is not fair, and he should not have to do this, but he is giving his all for us! We mustn't let his sacrifice go in vain! Please ,Mei'jadhi! Please understand this! I know it is painful, but you must let him go!" Rachelle said. For as hard as it was to admit, she was correct. Jon was sacrificing himself for us. I wasn't helping matters by crying about it. I needed to get up and help.

I wiped away my tears and gave her a firm nod. "Thank-you." I said with a mopping frown. Rachelle could understand I wasn't actually thankful, but that was just to tell her that I understood.

"Good! Come!" Rachelle said as she helped me to my feet.

I'm sorry Jon. I'm sorry. Those words repeated in my head painfully, as I looked back at the jungle. "Good-bye Fire Angel." I sobbed.

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Things were just as busy inside the colony when I came back. No, things had gotten even busier. Everyone was scrambling all over the place, carrying boxes and supplies of all types and putting them into vehicles to be transported to the line. It was madness watching it all happen like it did. Thankfully this wasn't the first time the marines had been in a desperate situation, so they new how to move and stay calm at the same time, and the yautja, although very different from the marines, could maintain themselves. In fact given the past couple of weeks they spent together, they were operating like a cohesive unit. It was very amazing to see.

Once we met back up with Ch'ris and Hadrick I immediately asked them what I could do to help.

"Take her to the carriers Rachelle." Hadrick said after taking a quick glance at me. He didn't even need to look at the splint to know my leg was broken, he'd already seen it.

"What?!" I asked.

"Miss Weyland, you're leg is broken. I'm sorry." He said to me, before looking back at Rachelle and telling her to take me to the carriers again.

"You don't think I don't already know that?!" I screamed at him.

"Miss Weyland. I appreciate all you've done for us, but right now we need to get everything in order ,yesterday. We appreciate you're offer, but you're injury is only going to make you a liability." He told me.

"Jenny, please understand. I don't mean to say this to hurt you, but Hadrick is correct. You'll be more trouble than help." Ch'ris said.

"How do you know that?!" I bellowed at him.

"We know, trust us. Just go to the carriers, you won't add to the problem if you do." Hadrick said. By that point I'd had enough of both of them. Jon has a broken leg, one eye, a bad ear, and both of his arms are busted up, but is he going to the carriers with everyone else?!" I bellowed. That got Hadrick's attention. For as mean and scary as he looked ,especially with as angry as he was, I didn't budge. Out of the mother of all coincidences, someone came in just then and said they needed someone to pull up some satellite images from one of Dad's orbitals. They needed to get a fix on the swarm, figure out just how big it was, and find out how far away they were. I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't happy to hear that. "Fine! Get us some images of that hoard, and make it quick! And if you start to slow anybody down, you're going to those carriers! No if's and's or buts! Got it?!" He bellowed. I gave him an angry nod. Before Rachelle and I left to do that though, he called me back for one last remark. "Hey, Weyland. It's good to see you're nothing like your dad."

"Thank your son for that." I added. I didn't stick around long enough to see his reaction, but if I had to guess he was either really angry, or really confused ,probably both.

After getting ahold of one of Dad's orbitals I was able to give Hadrick and Ch'ris their images. After that I was able to find a place helping out on the line. Munition runs. Having to help tote ammunition cans that weigh anywhere between 20 to 80 pounds gets exhausting and painful really really quickly, especially when you have a broken leg. I'm pretty sure Hadrick did that to me just to make me see reason and get me to go to the carriers. Either that or he just did it to be an asshole. Either way I made it my point not to quit just because he wanted me to.

Finally ,after what felt like hours of preparation, the xenomorphs had arrived. We could see their black forms leaping and twisting out of the trees in a wave like form. The scene was terrifying, even more so than I'd imagined it to be. Luckily this wasn't my first time. I double checked my to make sure my hearing protection was secure, before checking my magazine. My pulse rifle counted out to 99 rounds.

We all took aim at the hoard as the order came. "FIRE!" Hadrick shouted, before we opened up everything we had on the swarm. The noise of all the gunfire around me was so loud, my ear protection did nothing to stop my ears from ringing, but at the time I didn't care. I was to worried about finding a target and making sure it wasn't a target anymore. This was just like Cardona Valley all over again, only on a much larger scale. Xenomorphs of all shapes and sizes pouring out of the wood work, only to be hit with a wave of caseless automatic rounds and plasma bolts. The carnage was so intense we were literally forming a wall of bodies which the xenomorphs quickly began climbing over, forcing us back as it happened. Thankfully we had enough ammunition and fire power to keep them at bay long enough to gain enough distance from them. Heck, it looked like we could keep this up forever. Or at least that's what I thought.

Damn! I never thought I'd actually get done with three chapters in one day! That's a record! At any rate. I have nothing much to say about this chapter really, it went by just about as quickly as the last one, but again, I'm not complaining, this was long overdue. Also NeverNeverGirl, I got you're comment on chapter 63 and it's timing was impeccable. Seriously thank-you very much for replying when you did because it helped me stay motivated to get this one done! Also I'd really like to talk to you about somethings concerning the story. If their is any way we can communicate with each other beyond this, I'd really like to try that so we can talk, if that's alright with you. Anyway, thank-you again. And I'll be very happy to announce that in the next chapter, Jon and Weyland finally go head-to-head, and if it goes like I'm hoping for it to, it's going to be amazing!