Chapter 1

Getting Ready

Rachel decide to come along with the squad. She also a Colonial Marine too. When Nigel and Patton went into space, her and Fanny thought they Missing aka MIA, but weren't. They were in the Saluco up in Space far way from. Something beeped and showing the Squad of Marines.

General Nigel Uno... Male...Active***

Lt. R. T. McKenzie...Female...Active***

Sgt. P. Drilovsky...Male...Squad 1... Active***

Cpl. D. Hicks...Male...Squad 2...Active**

Cpl. A. Lincoln... Female...Squad 1...Active

PFC. Maurice...Male...Squad 2...Active

Pvt. C. Dickson (aka Numbuh 274)...Female...Squad 1...Active***

Pvt. Ace...Male...Active

Pvt. W. Hudson...Male...Squad 1...Active**

Pvt. J. Vasquez...Female...Squad 2...Active**

Pvt. W. Gorman...Male...Active

Pvt. A. Apone...Male Squad 2...Active

Pvt. T. Crowe...Male...Squad 1...Active

After the computer gets down doing that, they started to get up. They get up and Abbby and Maurice was doing some pull ups. Nigel, Rachel, and Patton went over and talked about how they are going to do when they get there

"We might be able to bring My Squad to Sub B Level." Drilovsky told them

"Yeah that can work. But we need to find Fanny, Infinity, here. Fanny is my sister." Uno said.

"We know that. She probably wondering where here big bro is and me."

Rachel just looked at the talking.

Hadley Hope, LV-246

Cpl. Infinity and Fanny looked thereself in a Airduct cooling system. She was wondering if her big brother Nigel will come look for her and Infinity. Oh she can't forget her boyfriend missed them so much and she rather be with Nigel, Rachel, and Patton, not here.

"Fuck! This is Hell in Back" Infinity whisper to Fanny. Fanny looked at the Pulse Rifle he was holding/

"Your right, this is fucking hell. Your squad is wipeout" she hisses throw here teeth."Stoopid Boy" Fanny thought.

"It ain't my goddamn fault here."

" Figting won't get us anywhere"

"Your right" Infinity said. He wishing that there arrive soon because they won't last as long.

Fanny thought if they wont be here by now There Die Here For Sure. But Hope was only thing she can do for now. There's a downside to it, they might not even seen the distress call for LV-426.

She just sat there in silences, thinking about those fucking things are. Cpl. Infinity is still alive an only the only Colonial Marines left in Hadley Hope. She also what will happen if she did died here, how will that effect her older brother Nigel?. What will he do if she is KIA or MIA or DOA.

Saluco

All the Marines was in the Cargo Hold for what they are up against. Nigel, Rachel, and Patton walked in. Patton yeld 'TET Hut' all the marines gather and a Sualeted Nigel and Rachel because the tow are Officers, Besides the fact that Rachel the new Lieutenant for the squad of marines.

"At Ease Marines" Lt. R.T. McKenzie aka Numbuh 362 said.

"Lieutenant?" asked Pvt. Ace. Numbuh 362 made eye contact with the Private.

"What Hudson?" She said slight annoyed.

"Sir, I'm Ace" Ace point at Hudson"He's Hudson"

"Yes Ace"

"Is this going to be a stand-up fight, Sir, on another bug-hunt?"

Gen. N. Uno started to talking next.

"Xenomorph is involved. And so this is a bug hunt. We already lost a squad of Colonial Marines down there that's been order by me to protect the Colonist. There one Marine still alive with my sister. Corporal Infinity and Fanny Fulbright-Ono."

"A What?" PFC. Chad Dickson aka Numbuh 274.

Numbuh 1 looked at Abby.

"Abby"he said to her to start speaking. Because Nigel. Patton, Rachel and Abby delt with a Xeno before.

"I've dictated what I know on these-." Abby begun but soon interrupted.

"-Tease us a bit" Apone said

"Yeah...previews." Said Patton

"How about a fuck you Patton." Nigel and Rachel Looked at each other with smirks on theirs faces. Patton looked dumbfounded.

"As I was staying is It's important to understand this organism's life cycle. It's actually two creatures. The first form hatches from a spore...a sort of large egg, and attaches itself to its victim. Then it injects an embryo, detaches and 's essentially a walking sex -"

''Kinda sounds like Rachel"Chad said and that's when Nigel and Patton start luaghing.

''WHAT? THAT WAS'NT FUNNY AT ALL!'' she hissed throw her clench jaw.

"Abby Thinks Nigel and Patton going to get there ass kick along with Chad"

" Sooorryyyyyy, Lieutenant. Please go on Lincoln" he said with a smirk.

"The embryo, the second form, hosts in the victim's body for several hours. Gestating. Then it... "with difficulty"...then it...emerges. Moults. Grows rapidly -" PFC. Lincoln stop for a started to continue"-and It starts kill you off one bye one." She finishes.

"Also there blood is acid" Sgt. P. Drilovsky told the marines.

"Any Question?" Numbuh 362 murrurred.

"Alright people. I want this to go smooth and by the numbers. I want DCS and tactical database assimilation by 0830." some of the Marines groans . "Ordnance loading, weapons strip and drop-ship prep details will have seven hours..." Numbuh 1 told the Marines.

Ext. Space – Acheron

They have arrived. From orbit the planet looks serene...Pearlescent cloud cover masking the environmentaltorment beneath. The SULACO floats, its MANEUVERING JETS FIRING. A bluish glow. Then twice more, rapidly.

INT. Bridge

Hudson is installed in his command seat, hemmed in by instrumentation. Hudson got on his mike. " Attention. This concluded final maneuvering operations. Thank you for your cooperation. You may resume work.

INT. LOADING BAY - TIGHT ON MASSIVE FORKS - CARGO LOCK

Sliding into a heavy ordnance rack with an echoing CLANG. PULL BACK as the rack of tactical missiles is lifted, REVEALING two powerful hydraulic arms.

Ace, seated inside a POWER LOADER, swings the ordnance up into a belly nacelle of the DROP-SHIP where it locks into place. As he exerts pressure with his hands against the servo-controls the hydraulic arms move correspondingly...but with a thousandfold increase in power. The forklift-style CLAWS on each arm can crush with tons of pressure. The loader has an open ROLL CAGE to protect the operator, and is supported by squat HYDRAULIC LEGS which also move correspondingly with the driver's movements.

You have never seen anything like this before. Advanced as it is to us, it's only an old forklift to them...battered and well used. Covered with grease. Repainted many times. Across the back is stenciled "CATERPILLAR."

Ace's machine swings out from under the drop-ship and we become aware of the intense activity throughout the cavernous loading bay. Marines on foot or driving TOW-MOWERS, OVERHEAD LOADING ARMS...all in motion.

Drilovsky checks off items on an electronic manifest.

INT. READY ROOM – ARMORY

Gorman, Maurice and Lincoln are fieldstripping light weapons with precise movements. Around them, in racks, is an arsenal of advanced personal artillery. Lincoln likes the feel of the guns, the weight...the authority. Her hands move without hesitation. CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. She swings one of the SMART-GUNS out on a work stand. Using a body brace and GYRO-STABILIZED SUPPORT ARM, it is a computer-aimed, video targeted automatic weapon. The futuristic equivalent of a .30caliber light machine gun. Sort of a steadicam that kills.

INT. LOADING BAY – DRILOVSKY AND MCKENZIE

"Still nothing from the colony?" Numbuh 362 asked Numbuh 60.

"Nothing. Dead on all channels" he replies to Numbuh 362.

INT. READY ROOM - ARMORY

The Marines are suiting up for the drop. Strapping on their bulky COMBAT-ARMOR...interlocking plates like football padding. They tape their wrists. Draw on segmented boots. The sole cleats CLACK like hoovers on the deck plates. Lockers SLAM.

WEB BELTS. PACKS. HARNESSES. HELMETS. COM-SETS.

Their fingers move methodically over the fastenings. It has its own rhythm...CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

"Let's move it, girls! On the ready line. Let's go, let's go." Sgt. P. Drilovsky shouted. The Marines was on the wall lined up. "HHHHH, A bunch of BADASSES, PACK IN MARINE."

INT. DROP-SHIP – APC

Ace and Gorman, wearing a flight jackets and headsets, files into the ship with the hulking troopers. Inside they pass directly into the APC we saw loaded earlier and take seats facing each other across a narrow aisle. They will drop already strapped into their ground vehicle forrapid deployment. A KLAXON SOUNDS, signaling depressurization of the cargo lock.

Dickson prowls the aisle, his movements predatory and exaggerated. Rachel watches him working his way toward her.

"I am ready, man. Ready to get it on. Check-it-out. I am the ultimate badass...state of the badass art. You do not want to fuck with me. Hey, Rachel, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you. Check-it-out..." He slaps the SERVO-CANNON controls in the GUN BAY above them. "..Independently targeting particle-beam phalanx. VWAP! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart-missles, phased-plasma pulse-rifles, RPG's. We got sonic eeelectronic ballbreakers, we got nukes, we got knives...sharp sticks –'''

Hudson walked over the Nigel, Nigel grabs Hudson by his battle harness and pulls him into a seat. His voice is low, but it carries.

"Save it."

"Sure, General."

Rachel nods her thanks to her boyfriend, Nigel. MOTORS WHINE and the craft lurches. Burke, next to Ripley, grins eagerly like this is a sport fishing trip.

"Here we go." Pvt. Crowe said.