Ashbury-Heights, San Francisco, Terra
Mission Time: 00:01:25 Local Time: 08:56:24 P.M.
Video Log: Corporal van Hold, Nathan Security Clearance: Green
Dutch felt the pod slam into the ground, and quicker than he thought possible, he unlatched himself from the pod and drew put his rifle as Coyote opened up the pod doors. He went out, and almost immediately started shooting xenos. One by one, the rest of them fell out, adding their own firepower to the mix. Dutch quickly looked around, and saw that they were behind a police barricade, and they were about to be swarmed by xenos, and those God-awful husks from Tau Ceti. Behind them were drop pods from the 82nd Airborne, all of them advancing and adding carnage to the hell hole they were already in.
"Thor, Iceman, I want you on fire support for those cops! Dutch, SEAL, get on that rooftop and give us some overwatch! Everyone else, keep the fucking pressure on!" Coyote yelled, nailing a xeno in the head before it could leap at a reloading cop. Dutch and Charlotte hustled to said building, avoiding the fire going over their heads from their comrades. Breaking down the door, Dutch ducked so that Charlotte could blast the xeno inside to hell. The two of them went in, and headed up the stairs. Reaching the roof, Dutch all but flew over to the side of the building overlooking Piedmont Street. He could almost watch dispassionately as he witnessed the horde of aliens crawling over buildings to get to them.
"Sir, requesting we have an airstrike! Shit's getting too damn hot!" Charlotte yelled into her comm, doing her best to snipe with her own pulse rifle.
"THEN PAINT THE TARGET DAMMIT!" Coyote yelled back, his pulse rifle thundering away. Charlotte shook her head and activated the targeting laser on the side of her gun. Dutch however was viewing his ninth target in his new rifle's crosshairs, and fired an 8.65mm magnetically accelerated FMJ round into the head of something that may have become a boiler somewhere down the road. About twenty seconds later, an F/B-32 Widower flew over and delivered a twin set of five ton bombs. The resulting explosion cleared out a majority of the xenos, and resulting buildings, from the immediate area.
Dutch looked over at Charlotte. "Overkill much?" he asked her jokingly.
Charlotte shrugged. "Dunno. Never did this before," she answered. Dutch could only nod in agreement.
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Video Log: 2nd Lieutenant "Coyote" Security Clearance: Red
Mission Time: 00:05:10 Local Time: 08:59:59
Coyote looked down the street and fired a single three round burst, sending yet another xeno down to oblivion. He walked up to the nearest cop and slung his rifle away. For now. "Sitrep," he said, watching the cop's reaction of awe.
"We got Golden Gate and Eisenhower blocked off, and everything from the southwest end of Golden Gate Park to Chavez Street is barricaded. So far all of our units are holding, thanks to you all and the Marines," the cop said hurriedly. "Our drones have another wave of those things about ten minutes out. What do you want us to do?"
Coyote looked up. "I want you to tell any birds of yours up in the air and armed that nothing that ain't human passes the barricade. And I want to know the quickest way to Wey-Yu HQ," Coyote replied. The cop beckoned Coyote to follow him, and the two of them walked over to a small table with a map of the Bay Area.
"We're here," the cop said, pointing at Ashbury-Heights on the map. "Wey-Yu is here in the bay, so best route for you guys would be to go head onto Castro Street, take a left onto 16th, and drive straight down to the docks. Wey-Yu has a maintenance tunnel there, take you right there into their front lawn." Coyote nodded.
"Thanks. You there, Private!" Coyote yelled, pointing at a nearby private who froze up. "Hand me your target designator!"
"Sir yes sir!" the private yelled back, tossing the device over to Coyote. Catching it, Coyote dimly noted that it was made by his company and handed it over to the cop.
"This is a D86 MJOLNIR Orbital Designator," Coyote explained. "This thing is hooked up to a pair of satellites up in orbit, one of which contains thirty-" A massive boom was heard coming from the north. "Twenty-nine rocket propelled, cobalt tipped tungsten darts. They will go off with the same amount of force as forty battleship shells going off at the same time, in the same place. Minimum distance is a hundred meters, am I understood?" The cop nodded. "Good. Now, I'm going to get my men and pay Mr. Weyland a visit." Coyote opened up his squad comm and whistled. "Fall in to my position, on the double!"
The squad soon scrambled over to Coyote. "Sir, what is it?" Dutch asked. Coyote smirked under his visor.
"Corporal, how good is your driving?" he asked as he eyed a pair of vehicles; an M15 LRV Puma, with chaingun in the back, and a heavy-duty flatbed truck.
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Video Log: Corporal Hicks, Dwayne Security Level: Blue
Mission Time: 00:08:30 Local Time: 09:03:19 P.M.
Beaver Street
Hicks was not having a good day. First of all, he had been 'reassigned' to menial duty by the USCMC, courtesy of The Company, and now, as he fired his lovingly remade Ithaca 37, he was almost forced to relive the events of LV-426. Both events, to be precise. Currently he was firing at a group of nearly two dozen xenos, all of whom were over one hundred yards away, and closing fast.
Suddenly, a God-awful noise came into being. Hicks, along with the xenos, stopped to simply wonder what the hell was going on. What, was that…?
"Jesus, what the hell is that music?!" Hicks cried out, seconds before an Army issue Puma came flying around the bend, the passenger and gunner screaming for their lives. The driver, on the other hand, was laughing like a madman. The jeep hit the pavement, and the gunner opened fire, tearing the xenos apart with ease. Ten seconds later, a truck came out as well, and the two vehicles stopped, giving Hicks a good look at the occupants. They were all wearing some kind of advanced armor, and one of them looked like a walking tank, considering the giant multibarreled cannon on the soldier's right arm. The driver of the Puma came up to him.
"Need a lift?" he asked. Hicks just looked at the soldier and noticed his lieutenant's bar.
"Sir, I'm just wondering where you're going," Hicks drawled. The lieutenant shook with amusement.
"We're going to Wey-Yu HQ, kill a few bugs on the way. Just want to know who you are before you get on."
Hicks cracked his neck and headed to the truck. "Name's Hicks sir. Corporal Hicks, formerly of the U.S.S. Sulaco." The entire squad looked at each in shock and awe. Now this guy was a legend! The driver put out his hand.
"Coyote. Now get on the truck and give Thor some cover fire, just in case. We aren't really breaking for anything, except to kick Weyland's ass," Coyote ordered. Hicks nodded and rushed off to the truck in question. Climbing onto it, Hicks sat next to Thor's leg and waited. Seconds later, the vehicles started moving again.
"So, how did you make it off of 426 alive? Better yet, why ain't you dead on Fury 161?" Dutch asked from his spot in the truck's driver seat.
Hicks groaned. "Long story," he said simply. Iceman huffed.
"With all due respect man, we got time," he said. Hicks sighed.
"Alright, I guess I owe it to you guys for pulling my ass out of the fire like that," he admitted. "So we get the call a couple of years back that the colony on 426 went dark…."
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Weyland was starting to panic. Most of his staff had either been turned to xenos, were impregnated, or were getting eaten by xenos. And to make things worse, that thing in his basement…well, it was eating the smaller xenos, and it was burrowing through the walls. And it was what was on the other side of that wall that Weyland was worried about. For the first time in his family's history, a Weyland was having doubts about the creature taken from Gunnison. Better yet, Charles Bishop Weyland should never have gone to Antarctica in the first place….
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Oh dearie me, I've done it! I've put in a member of the Official Aliens crew, and I am sincerely hoping I did Hicks justice in this! Although when I saw the youtube video of the reveal, I was actually expecting Hudson. But, now that I think of it, I think I saw his corpse down in the sewers, right before Winter meets the Boilers. Oh well. Anyway, this is the author, signing out for now! And keep reading and reviewing trooper!