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Updated - 01/06/2016
2 Mouths of Madness Pt1
The darkness, the cold, the voices.
They spoke to her.
They whispered to her in a seductive tone.
Why had she been so foolish?
She had never known the utter bliss that the Hive could offer to her.
If she had, she would have offered herself much sooner.
Offered…. funny, she needed the help of another in order to join the hive that she had come to love.
The help of a pathetic human.
She wasn't human.
She was no longer herself.
But neither was she a monster.
She was…new.
She was better.
She had stretched beyond the boundaries of what it meant to be human and into realms that humans could barely comprehend.
She could hear the voices of her grandchildren, scurrying around her.
She could hear the voice of her daughter, the Queen as she gave birth to more of the beautiful lifeforms whose blood she carried within her veins.
She was no longer a Myrmidon.
She was a Queen Mother.
The former Myrmidon sat deep within the confines of her Hive, surrounded by Drones as they cleared corpses of former hosts over to the feeding pile where the warriors, flyers, brutes, Predaliens and the many other variants of Xenomorphs filled their bellies on the flesh of the deceased hosts.
She sat on the resin covered remains of the Cryo pod that had once been both the grave of her Myrmidon self and the cradle for the creature she had become.
If anything the transformation process was much more kind to her than her brothers, whom had been reduced to the postures of slathering beasts, having lost the ability to speak or vocalize, their voices limited to feral snarls, growls and hisses.
Too much Adrenaline and Testosterone…that was the problem they had.
She had the perfect mix, her Xenomorph and Myrmidon characteristics perfectly blended as if they were meant to be together.
She smiled as she stroked the domed head of a nearby Drone, a little one that purred at the touch of the one that sired its mother. She had found a place to belong within the hive, she was no longer a human nor a Myrmidon.
Though all the Joy that she felt, being a part of the glorious hive, was only matched by her annoyance. She wanted to wreak havoc on the ones that killed her children, to make them pay, make them suffer.
Make them pay back what they owed in blood and flesh.
All she had to do was wait.
Wait for her brothers to act.
The hallways were quite, sterile and lifeless. No signs of the human beings that had previously occupied them aside from papers, clipboards and discarded trash that had been left unattended.
Then the Hell hounds came into view, trying to find a scent on the ground, saliva dripping from their jaws as they tried to find the tantalizing smell of Human blood with a hint of Kamad mixed in. Though all the hounds could find was the residual scent of Xenomorph blood, an unpleasant smell to say the least that was harsh on the nose of any creature that smelt it.
"What did you find my lovely? What did you find for daddy?" Yul'Tran asked the largest female of the pack as he pated the Hell hound affectionately on its head. The Black Yautja was obviously very in touch with his hounds, as Hell Hounds were never known for being friendly or particularly well-tempered creatures.
Yul'Tran was probably the only Black Yautja tracker that had a pack relationship with his Hounds. He had raised them since birth, and had been imprinted as the Alpha of the pack, this made him just as acute to trails as his hounds, it was what earned him the title of 'Tracker'.
"Yul'Tran! Any signs of them?" Tra'Kan yelled from the saddle of his Hell Steed. The naming conventions of the hounds and Steeds were always meant to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies, the hounds and steeds did look intimidating as all hell when they homed in on a target.
"The Scent of Kainde Amedha blood is too strong, its covering their tracks. They were here though…recently" Yul'Tran said as he sniffed around the same as his hounds, scanning for whatever clues might help recover the trail.
"Don't leave a stone unturned, we don't go back without having spilled their blood" Tra'Kan growled, clenching his metallic arm.
"Well seeing as how we have a bit of time to ourselves…I suppose we should talk strategy" Qul'Tan announced. The younger of the Pale Twins was the voice of the two, being the only one with a tongue.
Tra'Zen and Qul'Tan; the Pale Twins, were infamous for their deadly hunting tactics and strategies, their brutality and merciless personalities were not uncommon amongst the specialized Hunters of the Black Yautja. But they were perhaps the deadliest pair of Hunters that their race had ever produced.
And they specialized in one prey:
Kamads.
"All right then, enlighten us" Mh'Jax smirked as he shouldered his mace.
"Kamads may seem un-killable due to their regenerative abilities, but they are flesh and blood, they can be killed if you know where to strike. Sever their tails from their bodies and you will bring them unbalanced, a strike to the neck can cause them to bleed out faster than they can heal…but most of all the best way to kill a Kamad is by striking their heads from their shoulders" Qul'Tan spoke, highlighting the weaknesses of a Kamad to his fellow hunters.
"That's all well and done, but they are strong fighters all the same. How pray tell do you expect us to achieve this without getting cut to ribbons?" Lin'Theiw asked, wrapping his serpentine tongue around his words.
Qul'Tan smiled as he took a small cylinder from his saddle bag. It didn't look special, just a simple detonation device, a Black Yautja equivalent of a Grenade.
"These are special designs of ours, they are filled with hyper acidic toxin that melts the Synapses in the nervous system attributed to the sense of smell. To a Kamad, a working sense of smell is vital, even blind or deaf Kamads operate just as well through their sense of smell. If you cut off a Kamad's sense of smell they are fighting at a third of their normal capacity, they panic, they cannot concentrate, they cannot see an attack coming as easily…a Kamad that cannot smell….is a dead Kamad" Qul'Tan explained with anticipation in his voice.
"And just for this special occasion, for the prince I have these" Qul'Tan further explained, taking out an arrow.
"I have tipped these arrows with special toxin that will neutralize the healing abilities of both Kamads. These will hurt them, cripple them, weaken them, and make them all the easier to kill" Qul'Tan smiled. The Toxin was the venom from a Scorpion like creature that originated form the Kamad Home world of Arkadia Prime.
There the creatures needed to either kill in one attack or have a way of breaking down their Prey's healing ability. As the majority of animals that lived on the planet had accelerated healing abilities, including the small reptiles that the scorpion fed upon.
They were very hard to get a hold of, luckily Qul'Tan had gotten his hand on a few mated pairs and bred them to create the toxin he required. Killing a Kamad was easy when you knew the ways of breaking them down.
"What if we don't want them to be weak?" Mh'Jax asked. The Breaker always did like a challenge; a worthy opponent was always a welcoming sight to a warrior of his stature.
"Then you can get your head sliced from your shoulders, it makes no difference to me. Some of us Will die…that is a certainty, but our tricks will make it that we'll be returning to Lord Zen'Tau with trophies worthy of praise" Qul'Tan replied.
Mh'Jax, Lin'Theiw, Tra'Kan and Yul'Tran were all experienced Hunters that were a credit to the skill of their race. But they knew better than to ignore the Twins, who were the best Kamad Hunters on the ship, besides their Master of course.
"Fine" Mh'Jax murmured. He was disappointed, he wanted the pleasure of crushing a Kamad at their peak.
"I agree" Lin'Theiw replied, he thirsted and craved to taste the blood and flesh of a Kamad. His tastes were sick even by the standards of his people, but he was not one to care. There were stories about the Butcher, that he gnawed his way out of his mother instead of being born in the normal fashion.
People would have thought it was complete crap…. except…. he never denied it, he simply smirked when people asked him if it was true.
Yul'Tran had a social disconnect of sorts from most sentient beings. Yes, he spoke Black Yautja, but he was closer in personality to his hounds than anything.
Tra'Kan only wanted the Prince and Hybrid's heads hanging from his belt. Anything that got him closer to that goal was worth agreeing to.
"Good…now, Yul'Tran, do we have a lead?" Qul'Tan asked as he sheathed his arrow in his quiver.
The Tracker was still busy trying to find a positive lead, he had already thoroughly inspected the corpses of two Large Predaliens that had been slain by their quarry.
"These two Hybrids. They were killed in very different manners. This one died from a quick and clean strike to the head, resulting in immediate death by decapitation" Yul'Tran said as he inspected the Predalien that Erik and Rezeal had killed.
"This one was killed in a very…. Unskilful manner, no technique was involved in the furious stabbing motions that broke through the skull plate and pierced the brain…though skill was involved in the clean cut that severed its front leg" Yul'Tran continued, inspecting the Predalien that was killed so ungracefully by Norma and Sha'ra, the latter of whom only had a hand in severing the leg.
"I don't care how the Pauking Abominations were killed. Have you found any trace of our quarry?" Tra'Kan asked, gritting his teeth.
Yul'Tran scanned the area further, not finding any traces of blood or sweat anywhere. But then he found something much better and much more useful than blood or sweat.
A few strands of Brown hair, belonging to Norma.
"Ah….Beautiful" Yul'Tran smirked as he picked up the hairs and inhaled the scent they gave off before handing them to his hounds.
"The Hybrid's hair…the scent is still strong" Yul'Tran said.
"The find them" Tra'Kan growled. All the Hell Hounds perking up and growling deeply as they found the scent trail again.
"FIND THEM!" Tra'Kan roared at the top of his lungs as he reared his Hell Steed. The animal giving out a feral roar of its own that echoed throughout the halls of the ship.
The hell hounds all let out a collective howl before they ran after the scent trail, hot on the tails of their quarry. The Black Yautja, every last one of them spurred their hell steeds before they began to gallop down the hallways.
The Hunters were gaining on their prey.
Very soon, they would catch up.
Very soon, they would have their trophies.
Erik sat alone, in the observation room, tinkering with the Pulse rifle lying in his lap. While most people relaxed by reading a book or having a nap or simply watching the stars; Erik liked to modify his weapons and armour to make sure they were in peak condition.
He was a bit attached to his weapons.
Boys and their toys after all.
Erik was very attached to the Pulse Rifle of his. Once a Myrmidon had been on a few missions it was only inevitable that they would customize their weapons to suit them tactically while adding a personal touch.
Erik's pulse rifle had an advanced tactical scope, laser sight, under barrel attached Grenade Launcher, and not to mention the ammunition he used could pierce through plated armour, Kevlar weave, flesh and bone like it was scrap paper. Myrmidon weapons were top of the line, state of the art equipment that humans could not get a hold of, even if they tried they wouldn't be able to use it to its full potential.
The kickback of a Myrmidon class Pulse Rifle would dislocate a regular human's shoulder from a single round. Then there was the fact that making said weapons was extremely expensive, and put a hell of a lot of pressure Myrmidon corps training program, every Myrmidon had to be worth it.
Erik had ended the lives and killing sprees of many a Xenomorph, Brotherhood acolyte and Zealot in his time as a Myrmidon. And every time he killed one, he had a point to be sure they were dead, usually putting more than one round in their heads or with a good swing of his broadsword.
Needless to say he was very proud of said weapons.
Erik was defiantly not Humanities' greatest Soldier, but he was defiantly within the top 10.
It was only natural that in a life of battle and warfare, that Erik would become moulded into a weapon himself. Efficient, deadly, lethal, precise, all were words that described Erik perfectly.
Be it an infiltration, Reconnaissance, Combat, Assassination, all were aspects that Erik was an expert in.
"Mind on something?" Came a voice from behind the Major.
Erik didn't need to turn to tell who it was, and simply patted the seat next to him, beckoning the Huntress to sit with him. Sha'ra smirked as she heeded the silent order from the Myrmidon. She sat down beside him, laying her mask on the empty spot next to her, along with her folded up Glaive.
"I'm just thinking, quite the situation we have found ourselves in, am I right?" Erik grinned, earning a chuckle from the Huntress.
"Let me see? Not only is this the first time in recorded history that humans and Yautja have stayed within a considerable distance without killing each other, but we are on board an ancient alien ship infested with Xenomorphs, overran with Black Yautja with only 7 human Super soldiers, a Hunting Party of Yautja, 2 human scientists, a Human/Kamad Hybrid and 2 Kamads, one of whom is a Prince standing between them and…whatever the hell it is they want with this ship…. did I miss anything?" Sha'ra smirked.
"Nope, that about sums it up" Erik chuckled, astounded as just how Human she sounded right now.
With every conversation, Erik found himself getting closer and closer to Sha'ra. Not to mention she put a whole new spin on the thought process that divided Humans and other beings, up to now, the only sentient beings that Humans knew of besides themselves were the Yautja, and in that regard it was a very loose interpretation as the majority of humans saw Yautja as blood hungry savages that couldn't be reasoned with.
The war tended to leave scars like that on many people.
"How are things on your end?" Erik asked.
"They could be better. My Uncle doesn't want any part of any momentary alliance with Humans or Kamads, but he swore to me he won't try to kill anyone or give orders to do so until Yeyinde is recovered" Sha'ra replied.
"Does that put us on a Timer?" Erik asked.
"No, No, my Uncle is usually all talk. He won't kill you or your squadmates if it gets on my bad side. That and Yeyinde will most likely want you alive when he wakes up" Sha'ra spoke with a smile on her mandibles.
"Why would that be?" Erik asked.
"You saved my life…Yeyinde would want to give you a hug for that. Fair warning though…My brother has been known to have a grip like an Earth Anaconda" Sha'ra smirked.
"Oh…..Yippee" Erik sarcastically cheered, getting a chuckle from his companion.
"How about you? Are the Myrmidons in favour of working together?" Sha'ra asked, hoping that Erik had more luck than her.
"They are still a little sore about the fight. But at the end of the day, any one of Alpha Squad would readily take a bullet for me, they're like my family. Wherever I lead, they follow" Erik replied.
"Well, at least you got some results" Sha'ra smiled, genuinely impressed at the Loyalty of the Myrmidons to their Major.
"Either way, we don't have many plans on how to blow this ship to smithereens. Now that there is an infestation of Xenos, it'll be deadly trying to make our way to either one of the cores. And with the Black Yautja in control of the ship, it's safe to say that they have control over many of the systems, which will only make our mission all the more difficult" Erik said with a heavy tone.
"Well…I can think of ways things could be worse" Sha'ra said, admitting that there defiantly ways that the situation could be unsalvageable. At least her people and the myrmidons weren't killing each other, at the very least there weren't any deaths caused by either side.
At the very least, she could try to convince her Uncle that the Myrmidons could be trusted, thought that was a long shot, with him having lost his arm to a Human in the war.
"Yeah, I guess they could" Erik smiled as he loaded his pulse rifle and slung it onto his back, the magnetic clamps keeping it in place. Next for a check-up were his revolvers, he gave his right revolver a western style twirl as he un-holstered it.
"Why do you do that?" Sha'ra asked with a raised brow.
"Do what?" Erik asked.
"Twirl that weapon around? It seems pointless" Sha'ra asked.
"…Hehe, yeah…yeah it does doesn't it? It's just a little thing from my childhood, my dad used to tell me stories about the Gunslingers of Earth. I was born on an off-world colony so I had only seen Earth on the vids and in storybooks. But those Gunslingers always tickled my fancy for some reason. Loners, men without a cause roaming the wilderness with nothing but the clothes on their backs, the knowledge in their minds and a loaded Revolver at their side…I always wanted to be one, so I did this all the time with squirt guns and such, my dad always found it funny…." Erik paused as he looked at his revolver, his face changing from one of childhood nostalgia to one of a deep longing and sadness.
"…Then…." Erik began before he squeezed his eyes shut, remembering something terrible.
Sha'ra could tell he had just remembered something from his past, bringing up his past seemed to have opened up an old wound. His own words 'we all have our reasons to become Myrmidons' came to mind, what were his reasons?
Erik then felt a soft, scaly hand touch his, holding his hand softly and tenderly. The Myrmidon opened his eyes to see Sha'ra softly looking at him, a comforting gaze that somewhat reminded him of his mother.
"It's ok…. you can tell me" Sha'ra asked, softly.
"I grew up on this little colony outside the Sol System. Tiny little place, simple mining town, nothing of real worth except the resources we dug up. My father was a miner, he made just about enough for us to live a comfortable life" Erik said as he began to inform his companion.
"But then one day…it…it all changed. My father came running back home one day, much earlier than usual, the other miners were running home screaming, covered in blood. My mother thought there had been a cave-in, some kind of accident…but it was far worse. My father's colleagues uncovered a Xenomorph Hive underneath the ore veins, and when it was uncovered…well…. the screaming had already started" Erik continued, the images of his father sprinting back home, covered in blood and soot still fresh in his mind.
"Uncovered?" Sha'ra asked, her experience with Xenomorphs, while great was not as great as Erik's.
"It happens all the time. Usually the Brotherhood hides hundreds of Eggs underneath Colony's nose and lets them go to work, sometimes its smugglers stashing eggs before transporting them, wanting to sell them on the black market, only their cargo would get to them first" Erik explained to the Huntress.
"My dad wanted us to get off world as soon as possible…it would be a while until any help could arrive, the closest Myrmidon outpost was 5 days in hyperspace away. But we couldn't make it out the house fast enough before….it came to the door…" Erik's eyes narrowed as he remembered it.
A sight that scarred him for life.
"My dad opened the door when we were ready to get to the evac site… but there was something waiting for us outside the door. It just sat there until it stood up on its hind legs, towering over my father before it began to hiss, sliding its lips over its silver teeth…. I felt my heart stop at that moment. My dad slammed the door as hard as he could, but that didn't stop it from ripping it from its hinges…" Erik's eyes began to tear up as he remembered that sight.
"I couldn't hear anything from my father when my mother pushed me into the nearest open air vent, I asked her 'where's daddy?' she told me he was fine…but I could see the tears in her eyes…I knew she was lying, and…. she shut the panel. Before I could do anything I could hear her screaming at the top of her lungs, through the shades I could see those…things…. dragging her away, clawing at her legs, drawing blood as I was left alone in the vents" Erik said as a tear ran down his face at the memory of his mother being dragged away.
"For the next 5 days, I cowered in the ventilation shafts, hearing those things screech, hearing the other colonists scream for their lives…hearing those goddam bugs scurry around the colony, looking for more prey. So many times I thought they would find me and drag me away to a slow horrible death along with any other colonists they had found" Erik said before he wiped the tears from his eyes.
"On the 6th day, I started to hear gunfire. I scurried through the vents to look where it was coming from, but when I found the source of it, I couldn't believe my eyes. A squad of 6 men and women head to toe in Black armour, gunning those bugs down like they were nothing. If any of those Xenomorphs got close, they would get sliced in half or get broken in two. I couldn't believe my eyes, I thought I was hallucinating when I saw them, they were like the Greek demi-gods I would always hear of in storybooks..."
"When they found me I was in a bad shape, I had cut my arms crawling through the garbage chutes, many of the cuts were infected by the time they treated them, but mentally I was worse. To this day I still carry the scars on my flesh and my mind, a young boy barely out of pre-school seeing everything he loves get torn away…that leaves you with some serious mental issues" Erik finished his story.
"I'm…sorry that happened to you" Sha'ra said with a sad look in her eyes.
"What for? It wasn't your fault. Once I got recovered I left Norma and her father and I signed up for the Myrmidon corps, been killing Xenos by the thousands ever since. There is nothing I would rather do with my life" Erik said without a hint of remorse as he un-holstered his left Revolver and began to tune it up.
Sha'ra wasn't surprised at Erik's origins. From the moment she met him she could tell he wasn't like the Humans her Uncle told her stories about, even the black armoured Myrmidons that fought in the war against her people. Erik's eyes where what tipped her off, those sky blue eyes held so much within them, pain, sadness, loss, but also Strength, Courage, Bravery.
If Sha'ra had to put Fearlessness in an image, it would be the Myrmidon sitting in front of her.
It was easy for a Yautja or a Kamad to fight a Xenomorph one on one, or even to take on a hive. But for a Human to Physically alter themselves and take on a species of creature that survived by preying upon their species like they were cattle; it took no small amount of either bravery or insanity.
Erik was defiantly special, considering the things he went through, not only in his childhood but on the Asclepheus. It could have been easy for him to let the Xenomorphs kill her when they had first met, it could have been easy to simply ditch her the first chance he got…but he didn't.
Erik was special, even to a Yautja Huntress that had only a handful of humans to reference knew that.
"So…where did you get those?" Sha'ra asked, gesturing to the scars littering Erik's face.
"Oh these? Well…guess you can call them trophies of sorts, you seem to have a few of your own after all" Erik said gesturing to the scars on Sha'ra's body.
It took Erik a little while to get used to seeing so much skin on the very attractive Yautja woman, so a lot of the time he had to avert his gaze whenever she flexed those tight, powerful legs, or those strong yet feminine arms, or those defined back muscles. Erik probably wouldn't ever say it, but Sha'ra had the body of a Goddess, strong, athletic and beautiful, with all the beauty of a human woman and more.
"Uuuum, Erik, my eyes are up here" Sha'ra chuckled, snapping Erik out of his trance.
"Oh, sorry about that, I was miles away" Erik shook his head.
"I don't know, looked like you were pretty invested in me for a second" Sha'ra smirked.
"…Uh…. how would you know that? Not that I was! But…uh" Erik began to get uncharacteristically flustered.
"Erik, I've lived my life being the odd one out, the female that none of the males would take an interest in… I know the look of a male that isn't interested… and you haven't shown it to me yet" Sha'ra smirked, she was wrapping Erik around her finger and he didn't even know it.
Erik noticed that smirk, she was having fun with him. Something he never thought he would see an Alien do with him. Usually aliens just snarled at him or hissed at him before trying to rip his head off, not make remarks that sounded a lot like attempts at flirting.
"Now who wouldn't be interested in you?" Erik shot back, beginning to catch on to Sha'ra's game.
"Let's just say Yautja males value height a lot in a mate" Sha'ra replied.
"Those Bastards" Erik shot back in mock anger.
"I've had quite the non-existent love life" Sha'ra chuckled in mock sadness.
"Oh fair lady, my heart bleeds for the hardships you have endured in your solitude of romance, please take my hand and I will whisk you away to a land of love and happiness for the rest of your days" Erik hammed it up. Holding out his hand with his other hand over his heart while kneeling on the ground besides Sha'ra.
"Flattery will get you everywhere Soldier" Sha'ra stood up and picked up her mask after sheathing her folded up glaive onto her back.
"Uh…. everywhere?" Erik asked with a smirk, wondering if she was implying that his cheesy playing along was actually working.
Sha'ra just looked back at him and smirked before replying "Maybe… only time will tell, little Human"
"Little? Who are you calling little?" Erik smirked as he stood up and quickly leaped in front of the Huntress.
The height difference between Erik and the Yautja female wasn't very major, in fact Erik was the slightest bit taller than her. This didn't mean that Sha'ra was short by human standards, as Erik was by no means a small man in height or muscle mass.
Then again, Sha'ra wasn't intimidated by his advantage in height.
Quite the opposite in fact.
"Oh…it sounds like someone is insecure about something" Sha'ra smirked as she leaned forward and put her hands against the biceps of Erik's chest armour. Erik didn't know a Yautja could be this playful, that he hadn't ever had this kind of attention from a woman before.
The life of a Myrmidon wasn't exactly one of romance.
Not that Myrmidons weren't allowed relationships, in fact Myrmidons were allowed quite the bit of freedom due to their many sacrifices.
"Not at all…I'm just…well…uh…" Erik began to get uncharacteristically flustered again.
"I'm just teasing you soldier…besides, we still have to work out our strategy" Sha'ra smirked before backing off and going on her way.
"S-Strategy?" Erik asked.
"Yes….the strategy of how we will get to the ship's core without our people killing each other…remember?" Sha'ra smirked and began to leave.
Erik immidiatly remembered what Sha'ra was talking about and rushed over to grab his helmet and follow Sha'ra out to their next destination.
The Myrmidon and the Huntress were getting closer and closer as time went on.
Though, they were not the only ones present for that conversation.
As unfriendly eyes were watching them from the air vents at that very moment. The smells and sounds of the watcher's movements masked by the whirring of the air vents.
"Relax…. feel the air around you…. nothing else matters, concentrate on my voice and the air thrusting out of my lungs….my musk as it moves with me…the scents of the room around you…the scent of iron and steel…the movement of the air…can you see?" Eli began to whisper as he walked around Norma.
Norma was standing in the middle of the room, wearing a blindfold, completely obscuring her vision from everything around her. Her lower lip split wide open into the twin mandibles of a Kamad, her secondary set of nostrils working overtime.
With every passing moment she was learning more and more about her new body, the traits that came with being a Kamad, or at least a Hybrid. Her eyesight was sharper, her hearing was perfect, her tail gave her a newfound balance that she didn't know possible.
But the biggest change was her sense of smell, as Eli and Rezeal had pointed out on their first meeting, a Kamad's greatest asset besides their enhanced healing was their sense of smell.
To put it in perspective, a Kamad's sense of smell would put a trained bloodhound to shame.
To a Kamad, a functioning set of nasal glands were more vital that a functional pair of eyes. Some blind Kamads could make it through life just fine with their sense of smell alone, so it was vital that Eli teach Norma to utilize full control out of her newly developed smell.
Norma then heard the doors open and heard someone whisper some words to Eli. She could tell that whoever it was, was right next to Eli, she could…feel the scent moving closer to Eli's. it was almost like she could see the odours in the room.
"Ugh…. what's that? Who just came in?" Norma asked as she picked up a new smell.
"Describe the odour" Eli ordered, wanting to know if Norma could tell what it was.
"It smells …musky…like sweat but much more pungent and salty…. It smells like Metal…and leather….it doesn't mix well; god it smells bad…. what is it?" Norma asked.
"Well…. there goes my confidence" Razeal spoke up, revealing himself to be the one who had just entered the room.
"Ive told you, that you should wash after training…you sweat like a…. a…what's the phrase again Norma?"
"Sweat like a Pig?"
"Exactly" Eli furrowed his brow.
"I'm sorry Rezeal, It's just… you smell" Norma apologized.
"Its fine, you are getting used to those new nostrils, they are pretty powerful and hard to get control of. I just came by to tell you two that Erik and Sha'ra want you two present for their little strategy meeting" Rezeal stated. Norma nodding as she understood.
"So how's the training going?" Rezeal asked.
"Very Good actually, Norma just learned something" Eli smiled as Norma took her blindfold off and retracted her mandibles back into her mouth.
"Ok…what exactly did I learn?" Norma asked.
"You can tell a lot about someone by what they smell like, that can help you analyse them while fighting them. That Salty musk means that he is a Carnivore, someone whose diet mainly consists of meat, vegetarians and herbivores don't give off a scent like that. The metallic scent, is the textbook scent of a warrior, most Kamads have a metallic scent around them, myself included, so you had better get used to that smell" Eli explained.
"Huh…I didn't think about it like that"
"You would be surprised, next time you see Erik or any of the other Myrmidons or Yautja, take a long whiff…. they reek of iron, steel and gunpowder" Rezeal chimed in.
"Come to think of it, that makes a lot of sense. I can see why you guys would be dangerous if you can estimate your opponent's abilities from scent alone" Norma smiled as she sat down on a nearby chair.
"It helps a lot. Learn how to use it better, and you might as well be a certified full blooded Kamad" Eli smiled as he and Rezeal went to the door.
"Where are you off to?" Norma asked.
"Erik and Sha'ra were going to get a plan together… Want to come?" Eli asked.
"Oh yeah, of course" Norma said as she immediately followed Eli and Rezeal out of the room.
The three made their way through the tightly knit halls. The section of the ship they were currently in was a living quarter, full of rooms that were made to accommodate the occupants. Whomever the original crew of the Asclepheus were, they were defiantly big built, as the hallways and rooms were large enough for Kamads and Yautja to walk around unrestricted.
The Yautja hunting party that Sha'ra belonged to were taking residence in the nearest mess hall, while the Myrmidons took refuge in one of the larger rooms reserved for higher up scientists. Sophie and Dr Blair were looking after Yeyinde in one of the Med rooms while under the guard of one of the Dark Blade Hunters.
The one positive of the Asclepheus was that it never had a shortage of rooms available.
"So how is Yeyinde doing?" Norma asked Rezeal.
"He's doing alright. He should be up and about on his feet in about a day" Rezeal replied.
"Good….and…Blair?" Norma asked with concern.
"He's doing…relatively well, so far he has only gotten two or three death threats today" Rezeal replied.
"People aren't warming up to him are they?" Norma asked.
"No matter how intelligent he is; the man is still a fool" Eli replied.
Norma had gotten used to Eli's disdain for the scientist at this point, it was a fact that the moment Eli laid eyes on Blair, that he wouldn't never truly like him.
At least Eli wasn't hurling daggers at Blair anymore.
"Do you want me to check on him?" Rezeal asked.
"Just make sure he doesn't get himself skinned alive" Eli told his long-time friend.
"No problem, just let me know how everything goes alright?" Rezeal asked.
"Can do" Norma smiled to Rezeal as he diverted from Eli and Norma's path.
Eli and Norma continued to walk through the hallways of the Asclepheus, both of whom were itching to be off the godforsaken ship, although both had different reasons for wanting to depart. Norma simply wanted to get away from the bloodshed, while she was still getting used to her Kamad Biology, she was a scientist at heart and a warzone was hardly any place for someone like her.
Then there was the fact that she had already been stabbed once.
Eli's reasons were unknown even to him. There was something wrong with the ship, Eli could almost smell it, something about the ship bothered him to his very core, but he just couldn't tell why. From the moment he had seen the ship from approaching outside he felt something…familiar about it, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
Something about the design of the ship was…wrong…the only thing keeping Eli from remembering what it was, were the human alterations to the design. If only Eli had seen the ship in its original state, he could probably tell what kind of ship it used to be.
It had to be something important to begin with, otherwise why would an army of Black Yautja be so eager in taking control of some random ship?
It was animal instinct really, something deep down telling him to get off and as far away from the ship as possible.
Eli just hoped he would remember what the ship was before the Black Yautja do what they came to do.
Whatever the Black Yautja had planned…it wasn't good.
"WHERE ARE THEY!?" Ma'zax bellowed at the very top of his lungs at the two Yautja guards whom looked like they were about to shit themselves.
Ma'zax stood inside the room that Captain Grey and Azarov were being kept. The chairs they were restrained to were on the floor, along with the Tensile Yautja rope that was used to bind them.
The Black Yautja Elder was not pleased, as he had just found that Captain Grey and Captain Azarov were nowhere to be found. The gaurds were scared shitless, because it was around this point of anger where Ma'zax started ripping heads off in order to get his men to stop sitting on their thumbs.
Nothing like the threat of Mutilation to get your men working at peak efficiency.
"My Lord, we don't know where they could have possible gone. Their restraints were in prime condition and they were barely strong enough to walk, yet alone sneak past our forces" one of the Guards spoke with fear for his own life.
"There is no way they could have possibly left without help…we have a traitor in our midst" Ma'zax growled as he squatted down and picked up the severed Tensile rope.
"A traitor? But my lord, every one of the men is loyal to the death, there couldn't possibly be anyone amongst our ranks that conspires against you" the second guard answered.
"Are you questioning my judgement?" Ma'zax growled deeply as he stood up, his back to the guards.
"No! No, My lord, I was simply saying that…that…." The second Guard stuttered in fear that he had angered the Elder.
"Then put out a search! I don't want any stone left unturned, any Yautja went unquestioned! Search every inch of this Pauking ship! I want to know who freed the Oomans, and I want their head delivered to me, roasted on a spit!" Ma'zax turned and roared to the two guards who listened intently to every word the Elder uttered.
"Yes, My Lord!" both Black Yautja slammed their fists to their chests and replied immediately before rushing out of the door to complete their tasks.
"And I want those Pauking Ooman Monkeys alive! They aren't any good to me dead!" Ma'zax bellowed at the top of his lungs, the guards no doubt hearing him as they ran down the halls.
Ma'zax growled, his mandibles flared out of utter rage. He wouldn't be able to sleep soundly until Captain Grey was in his possession again, he needed those command codes for 100% control over the ship's functions. Right now his men could only monitor the activity around the rest of the ship, he needed those codes to gain complete control.
Only then would the Asclepheus belong entirely to him.
Ma'zax then noticed something on the floor, a shimmer of liquid on the floor. He squatted down and dipped his finger in the liquid and took a long whiff of the substance.
'…Val'Ava…no wonder they managed to escape' Ma'zax thought as he recognised the scent of the healing medicine used so much amongst his people. The scent of the medicine only confirmed his belief that they had a traitor in their midst, the medicine was a Yautja speciality…no way a Ooman could have figured out its use.
He knew the scent from the countless times he had used it on his battle wounds, from the countless time he smelt it after long fought battles, and most recently the surgery his son had performed on Tra'Kan.
…
…
Then it clicked, the gears in Ma'zax's head went into overdrive.
It was that little Cjit.
That worthless excuse of a Black Yautja that was Ma'zax's bastard son.
He had to have been the one to have set the Oomans free.
No one would have noticed him or paid any attention to the little Parasite!
He was the Traitor!
Ma'zax stood up and let out a long and enraged roar, a roar that every Black Yautja within a mile would have heard. A roar of pure unadulterated anger and rage.
He should have torn the little bastard to pieces the day he was born!
It just seemed like Tra'Kan and the Twins would have a little extra work to do after all.
Eli didn't expect a maintenance room to be the sort of place where a strategy could be formulated with any kind of finesse or practicality. After all, Kamad maintenance rooms were so loud that one could barely hear themselves think, yet alone talk about strategy. Apparently the maintenance rooms of the Asclepheus were made to be silent, either humans valued the silence or the previous crew did, either way the room was much quieter than Eli thought it would be.
This particular Maintenance room was very well equipped for what the four of them needed; an illuminated table, security camera control and most importantly: hard copy schematics of the ship's layout.
The computer systems of the ship were all but useless now that the Black Yautja had control over the main AI and control systems. Any attempts at using the computers would only alert the Black Yautja to their position.
Erik, Sha'ra, Norma and Eli were all gathered around the table, one of the Schematics of the ship was spread open on the table, allowing the four to plan out what their next route would be.
It made sense why it would be these four talking strategy, Erik represented the Myrmidons and was a great tactical mind by himself, Sha'ra was pretty much the only Yautja willing to stay in the same room as the Myrmidon Major and was the Yautja party's representative, Norma was a member of the crew and thus knew how many of the systems worked, and besides Blair she was the most experienced crew member available, and finally Eli, as being the oldest person amongst them gave him quite the bit of experience in tactics and he was pretty much the only expert on Black Yautja present.
"So are you sure the Trams are completely out of the question?" Erik asked.
"The amount of time it would take for us to get a Tram up and running, would be enough time for the Black Yautja to inform their forces to position themselves at every stopping point between us and our destination. The Trams weren't built for transport to the core" Norma explained.
As the only person present that served as a member of the crew, Norma knew the Tram System like the back of her hand, after all she had to use it non-stop for the past few years.
"Wouldn't using the Trams in the lower sections work? They don't seem to be connected to the Computer systems like the regular Trams are" Sha'ra asked.
"True, the Lower Trams aren't connected to the computer systems because the static given off by the Cooling tunnels would interfere with the technology used to run the computers. The computers are Human technology, but the Cooling tunnels are Alien in design so they don't mix" Norma explained.
"I would say that's a safe bet, but there is a very probable chance that those cooling tunnels are filled to the brim with Xenomorphs, those things love the cool air" Eli tapped his clawed finger on the schematic.
"Alright…so the Trams both below and on the standard decks are a no go. One rings the dinner bell for the Black Yautja…" Norma spoke.
"…And the other means walking head first into Kainde Amedha Territory" Sha'ra sighed, not exactly thrilled at the aspect of feeding herself and all of her people to bloodthirsty Xenos.
"Ok…so both of those options are fucked…we could try using separate Trams to reach the cores. If we split into two teams we could lessen the chance of the Black Yautja catching onto our plan" Eli assumed as he leaned on the table.
"The trams won't work like that. The ship as of the invasion had been in partial lockdown, so only one Tram is going to work at a time, it was designed like that to avoid collisions during a security crisis" Norma explained.
"I would also rather we not split up, in the off chance that we run into Black Yautja or Xenos, we want to have as much firepower as possible" Erik replied, Eli nodding in agreement.
"Is there…any way we can get around the computer systems? So that the Trams don't immediately tell the Black Yautja were we are" Eli asked.
"In a lockdown…no…the only way someone could hack into the computer systems would be if they were a high ranking member of the crew, unfortunately the only people that high up are Captain Grey and Dr Isenberg" Norma explained.
"And seeing as how every other crew member is probably dead…I doubt we can put any stock in either of them being alive right now" Eli proposed. Black Yautja weren't known for leaving survivors in the wake of their raids, so the Kamad Prince doubted they would start now.
"Well…. the only option open is to stick together, and make our way to the Cores on foot" Norma concluded.
"That's going to take a few days at least, even more since Yeyinde is still bedridden. How much longer before Ramirez and Hanzo are healed?" Eli asked Erik.
"They heal quick, they're Myrmidons after all. They should be up and running in…a day" Erik replied.
Hanzo and Ramirez's wounds, though serious, were not as serious as Yeyinde's. Hanzo may have suffered a slight concussion and some internal bruising, a concussion would usually keep a normal human out of action for at least a month, but Myrmidons recovered at staggering rates. Ramirez only suffered the blunt of a Yautja Plasma Bolt, to which his armour took most of the impact.
Yeyinde however took one of Ramirez's sniper rounds to his chest, a feat not many had the luxury of walking away from. Myrmidon sniper rounds were made to pierce Xenomorph hide and heavy armour with maximum damage, the amount of shrapnel that the rounds produced would shred the innards of a Xeno until there was barely anything resembling organs.
Lucky for Yeyinde, his skin wasn't as tough as a Xenomorph's carapace, and the round didn't have as much impact to fragment inside him. The Yautja would live to see another day, albeit with quite the scar, something he could show with pride.
"Well, our luck isn't completely fucked. We can at least say that we haven't lost anyone" Eli concluded.
"My men are tough; it'll take more than a mild scuffle like that to keep them down" Erik leaned down on the table.
"A mild scuffle? I'll have you know my people could have done worse if we hadn't intervened" Sha'ra replied, seemingly offended that Erik attributed a fight with a Yautja hunting party to a mild scuffle.
"It was as much of a scuffle as it could have been, no one got killed, and barely anyone got hurt that badly. Your brother is alive, my men are alive, and you are lucky Vlad didn't beat your uncle within an inch of his life" Erik retorted, getting a bit defensive.
"Excuse me!?" Sha'ra near shouted.
Eli and Norma just stood by and watched with wide eyes, the grin on Eli's face however showed his amusement at seeing the Yautja and the Myrmidon trade verbal blows like that. It was something for the history books to say the least, the first human to have a full blown verbal argument with a Female Yautja and vice versa.
"My god, you two are perfect for each other" Norma honestly smiled, clasping her hands together.
Norma's 'brother' and the Huntress both stopped in their squabble and flung their heads in Norma's direction, neither wearing their mask or helmet, meaning it was easy as all hell to tell that Norma's statement flustered the two of them.
"Wow…straight to the point as always Norma" Eli smirked with his arms crossed at the straight forwardness of the Hybrid.
"Alright, alright, I know exactly what this looks like, but now isn't the time to be making jokes" Erik replied defensively.
"Jokes? You two are the ones that smell of pent up sexual aggression" Eli smirked, tapping his nose with a clawed gauntlet finger.
"THAT's what that smell was?" Norma asked.
"It's hell on the sinuses isn't it?" Eli nodded to Norma.
"Ok, Ok, I'll say that's enough fun for today, alright?" Erik put his hands up in defence as he rolled the schematics up and put them back where he had found them in the first place.
"I'll second that" Sha'ra agreed.
"Of course you lovebirds would agree with each other" Eli smirked, slapping Erik on the back.
"Fuck off" Erik gave a friendly punch to the arm of the Kamad who smiled and chuckled.
"Can we go now? Or do you two want to have another testosterone filled fight?" Sha'ra put a hand on her hip.
"I gotta say, the Testosterone smells way worse than the pent of sexual aggression" Norma put an arm around Sha'ra's shoulder.
The four chuckled at the back and forth banter, a good sign that the four were getting closer in such a short span of time. But regardless of the talk of testosterone and the joking at the relationship of a Myrmidon and a Yautja, there was one thing that all four failed to notice.
One thing that Eli and Norma failed to pick up with their enhanced sense of smell.
One thing that Sha'ra and Erik didn't notice with all their advanced equipment or training.
One thing that never noticed.
The creatures watching them from the air vent.
Now was their opportunity!
The air vents above the four practically exploded open, and from it rained a pack of at least ten xenomorph warriors. The majority of which found it vital to try and take down the largest threat: The Nine foot Kamad Samurai.
Six of the Xenomorphs immediately started clawing and biting at every piece of Eli they could, Blue luminescent blood spraying on the floor and walls as the Kamad was slammed into the wall by the force of the assault. Eli didn't have enough time to register the threat and immediately went into a defensive stance, shielding his face and throat with his heavily armoured arms.
Erik, due to the brunt of the Xenomorphs attacking Eli, had three split seconds where he had time to latch his helmet over his head and un-holster his pulse rifle. But the moment he had it in his hands, the biggest of the remaining warriors pounced on him and pinned him to the ground. The Myrmidon Major only had time to raise his rifle up in his defense to keep the Xeno from biting through his faceplate, its secondary mouth literally a hair away from piercing his only line of defence.
The last three xenomorphs whipped their heads towards Norma and Sha'ra and hissed before leaping forward to attack.
"What the PUAK!?" Sha'ra shouted as a Xenomorph leapt at her, jaws bared and lips slathering with slime. She barely had time to raise up her glaive in defence before the Xenomorph's tail lashed it from her hands and grabbed her left hand to slam it against the nearest wall.
Sha'ra kept the Xeno's gnashing jaws away from her face with her free hand, her Yautja strength more than enough to do the job.
Norma not knowing what to do in this situation, lashed out with her right fist as one of the Xenomorphs leapt at her. what surprised her was that when her fist connected with the creature's face, it resulted in at least half of the Xeno's teeth being knocked clean from its mouth.
Norma just stood in complete shock at the strength she didn't know she had. But in that momentary lapse of judgement. Four other Xenomorphs dropped from the ceiling, and she only vaguely recognised two from the descriptions that Erik had given them.
The two she recognised, had pulsating green tubes on their crests and stingers on their tails.
Alarms went off in Erik's head as he saw those Xenos; they were infamous for tranquilizing their victims in order to hive them later on. Many a Myrmidon and colonial marine had met their fates at the end of creatures like that.
Myrmidons nicknamed them Vipermorphs. Due to the fact they usually hatched from serpents and other venomous creatures.
The last of the warriors rammed Norma into the wall while the first of the Vipermorphs lashed its tail out and stuck Norma in the arm with the syringe on the end of its tail. Norma yelled out in pain from the initial stab and in doing so, wrapped her hands around the warrior's head and squeezed.
The squeal of pain that the warrior gave out was proof that Norma did some damage as it stumbled around before dropping dead on the floor.
Norma then dropped to the floor, unconscious as the toxins did their work, coursing through her bloodstream, going to work on shutting down the majority of her motor functions. Usually one of these Vipermorphs would only have to stay connected for a few seconds to knock a human out cold, but the Vipermorph was pumping in enough toxins to knock out an elephant.
The other two Xenomorphs that had arrived where different however, and once Erik saw them, his eyes widened to their fullest. He knew exactly what they were, but how the hell could they have possibly gotten on the ship, his team were the only Myrmidons sent to the Asclepheus weren't they?
They were easily identifiable by the heavier muscle mass, long, stringy black hair, slathering jaws that didn't seem to belong to the rest of their heads and the black lifeless voids that were their eyes.
The two of them were obviously males from their animalistic stance and the lack of any sentience in their eyes. Once great warriors turned to mindless, slathering beasts, bent on serving a hive.
Erik began to stuggle more as he saw one of the Xeno-Myrmidons walk towards Norma and fling her unconscious form over its shoulder and begin to carry her away.
"Ngh! Gah! Motherfucker!" Erik growled in anger as he tried to push the Xenomorph off him, but the creature seemed much more intent on keeping him pinned rather than killing him.
Then lightning struck Erik's mind…. the Xenos didn't want to kill them…. this was an abduction.
This was confirmed when one of the Vipermorphs began to advance on Sha'ra and ready its tail.
Erik was not the only one to see this, as Sha'ra's eyes widened to insane proportions. She recognised the Vipermorph from her and Erik's earlier encounter with one, she knew what they did and she did not want to become subject to the birth of an abomination, that was not how she wanted to die.
She began to struggle all the more against the Warrior pinning her to the wall. She couldn't use her wrist blades or Plasma Caster when it was so close, otherwise its acidic blood would eat through her until there was nothing left.
She raised her foot up as far as she could and kicked the warrior from her and lunged at the Vipermorph with her wristblades drawn. If she was to die, she would go down fighting.
But her hopes at a glorious end were cut short when one of the former Myrmidons lunged out and seized her by the throat. Its other hand grabbing her by the wristblades to keep her from shedding any blood.
Sha'ra gasped as her air was immediately cut off by her assaulter, she could practically feel her strength fading as the elephantine strength of the creature was at least three times that of a regular Xenomorph warrior. The claws of the creature penetrated the Huntress' skin, and her glowing green blood dripped onto the floor.
The Vipermorph's tail found its mark as it sank deep into Sha'ra's abdomen and began pumping its paralyzing toxin into her veins. Erik struggled more and more against the warrior that kept him pinned, yet his efforts seemed in vain as Sha'ra went limp and fell into the arms of the second Xeno-Myrmidon, which hoisted her up, bridal style.
The creature's attention went to Erik as he struggled against the Warrior. And in that moment, Erik was that the creature recognised him…or at least, recognised his armour.
The creature actually let out a guttural chuckle and smirked, showing off its hideous maw of teeth, and slathering secondary mouth.
Suddenly a bone chilling sound pierced the air, causing Erik, both Xeno-Myrmidons and all the remaining Xenomorphs to swing their heads towards the six xenomorphs attacking Eli.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Two of the warriors fell to the ground in pieces as the other four backed away. Eli let out an animalistic roar of monstrous proportions, both his katana's drawn and slathered in xenomorph blood. His armour and flesh sizzling after making contact with the substance, but that didn't seem to bother the Kamad as his flesh healed faster than the acid could burn it.
Eli roared again before lunging forward and slicing one Xenomorph in half down the middle to his right and decapitating another to his left. The Kamad was not acting like a samurai, but more like an animal controlled by rage and anger, his mandibles flared out, showing off his serrated teeth and fearsome tusks as he seemed to relish in the blood he spilled.
The remaining warriors rushed Eli as best they could but before they could do anything, the Kamad spun around, swatting the two of them out of the air with his bulky tail.
Eli full attention was on the Xeno-Myrmidons now, and he crouched down and gave a vicious snarl, drooling from his maw of teeth as the blood of Xenomorphs dripped from his blades.
The Xeno-Myrmidons, both carrying Norma and Sha'ra gave snarls of their own in defence, as the 2 Vipermorphs and 1 warrior stood in between of Eli and his targets.
Erik capitalised on the distraction that Eli provided and drew his revolver before pressing it on the underside of the warrior on top of him.
"Eat this" Erik said before blowing the Xenomorph's brains out of its head.
With the warrior now dead, Erik flung the dead body off of him and readied his pulse rifle.
The Xeno-Myrmidons saw that the odds were no longer in their favour and took off into the open ceiling and into the air vents from whence they came. Erik immediately ran to the opening only to get cut off by a Vipermorph, which readied its tail and hissed at him.
Erik just riddled the creature with his armour piercing rounds, converting the Vipermorph from a living breathing creature into a sizzling pile of flesh.
Eli sheathed one of his katanas and used his now free hand to grab the warrior by its throat, and with a display of titanic strength, broke the warrior's neck like a twig before tossing it aside like trash.
The last Vipermorph tried to scurry away in a desperate attempt to escape from the Kamad and the Myrmidon. But it was halted when Eli grabbed the Vipermorph's tail and began to swing it around like a rag doll.
Even the most battle hardened warrior would have winced at the animalistic brutality that Eli was displaying upon the Vipermorph. It was almost sad to see the creature screech and squeal as he flung it around, bashing its head into the walls around it, breaking every single bone in its body until it flopped around, flaccid, its bones reduced to dust.
"…NORMA!" Eli shouted as he discarded the corpse and sprinted towards the opening in the ceiling.
"SHA'RA!" Erik shouted equally as loud as he ran to the opening in the ceiling.
The opening lead to a large connected network of tunnels and air vents, many of which were obviously used by the Xenomorphs.
Eli took a deep whiff of the air, and he swore he could still smell the faintest scent of Yautja blood in the air. The Kamad immediately bolted, trying to fit into the air vent and take chase.
"Eli! What the fuck are you doing!?" Erik grabbed Eli by his shoulders and yanked him from the air vent.
"I'm going after them!" Eli shouted back, desperation evident in his eyes.
"Alone!? They are heading back to their hive, going in there alone is suicide!" Erik yelled back.
"I can't just leave her!" Eli yelled back, baring his teeth aggressively.
"I know how you feel! But if the two of us went after them alone, we would be throwing our lives away too…. How would that help them!?" Erik reasoned with the Kamad Prince.
The worst thing about Erik's statement, was that he was totally right. A Kamad and a single Myrmidon couldn't fight an entire Xenomorph hive by themselves.
Going in after Norma and Sha'ra, half-cocked and not thinking straight would have been utter suicide. They would be throwing their lives away, and by extension, they would be throwing Sha'ra and Norma's lives away…and that thought sickened Eli to his core.
He Growled and turned from Erik, pacing, sheathing his katana in his belt.
"They won't kill them…we still have time to save them. But we need a plan, and backup" Erik said, already turning on his radio to call for backup.
Eli took a deep breath as he paced back and forth, his blood was like fire in his veins, the adrenaline pumping like Nitro, his heart beating like a jackhammer, his predator instincts screaming at him to rip and tear any Xenomorphs he saw to pieces.
Eli noticed the two warriors he had tail whipped earlier, crawling towards the ceiling opening. Their spines were obviously broken, due to the fact that their hind legs and tails hung limply behind them.
Eli growled deeply before raising his foot and bringing it down on both of their heads.
A sickening crack of bone and hiss of acid blood signalled the end of the last two warriors.
Erik had trouble remaining calm as well, for all he knew, the Xenomorphs were already hard at work, plastering Norma and Sha'ra on a wall somewhere in their hive, awaiting to be impregnated by the disgusting creatures and their spawn.
But he had to keep calm. Unlike Eli he didn't have massive stores of adrenaline or a few million years of refined Predator evolution keeping him from calming down and thinking things through.
But he had to get her back.
He couldn't let those things do to her what they had done to hundreds of thousands of innocent Colonists and Myrmidon brothers and sisters before.
Erik had lost so many
His father
His mother
Countless Myrmidon brothers and sisters
He could not lose Sha'ra in the same way.
He would get her back.
Or he would die trying.
OK….FUCK THAT TOOK LONG TO WRITE UP! You will have no idea how frustrating it was writing this chapter. I've hit writers block numerous times, been distracted by so many other things, had to update other stories and whatnot. So forgive me if anything seems rushed….ill probably end up updating this at a later time….just not today.
IT'S A FUCKING SURPRISE I MANAGED TO GET IT DONE TODAY….*sigh*
But hell…. better late than never eh?
Please tell me what you guys thought, what you liked, what you want to see, what you want to see elaborated on.
ALSO….IMPORTANT!: I will be writing another story (I say it's a story…more like a guide to be honest) as I have realised that the bulk of a lot of my chapters is made up of explaining new things about this universe.
So I deemed it necessary to start writing up another story that is dedicated to explaining certain things about the Asclepheus Universe. Things like the origins and structure of certain organisations like the Myrmidon Corps, the Brotherhood of Flesh, the Kamad Empire etc.
Please tell me if you guys would be interested in this idea and maybe a suggestion about what you would want to see in it. Maybe things you would personally like to be elaborated.
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YET AGAIN….I HAVE NOT ABANDONED THIS STORY….AND I NEVER WILL! Ok?
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