Dyson
Dyson and his cohorts marched down the steps. It was dank and certainly humid, with a bit of sewer mixed together. "Wait a moment." It was that stick figure Sniper. He had vanished when they were fighting the guards, and now he was there. "'Sup guys? Having fun?" Dyson growled, but it was cut short as the entrance to the steps slid shut over them. "Now we'll never get out..." moaned Shaddix, but Grid slapped him. "Dude, the only way to get out is to keep going…" Dyson stepped on another one of the ice-cold steps. Jeez, these were COLD. Like freeze-your-feet-off cold. But they didn't, so he kept trudging on. "How much longer do I have to spend in this hellhole!?" Shaddix whimpered. This time Dyson slapped him. "STOP MOANING!"
Saying that was a mistake. They heard a hiss, and another hiss, and a roar. Then a Xenomorph landed in front of them, hissing and growling.
"AAAAAHHHHHH! IT'S A GODFORSAKEN XENOMORPH!" Dyson tackled the thing and both beings tumbled down the ice-cold stairs. Dyson punched the Xenomorph in the head, while the thing tried to stab him using its tail. As it was spitting acid, he grabbed its ridged neck and snapped it. This rang with an audible CRACK. Slightly panting, Dyson threw the corpse aside. "Oh shoot."
There was a Praetorian Xenomorph and several Xenomorph Warriors.
"Attack!" the Xenomorph commander hissed telepathically. Fortunately Grid tackled the commander and both fell in a writhing heap. Shaddix punched the beast fifteen times. The Praetorian groaned and grabbed Shaddix. Shaddix yelled and kicked the thing in the ribs. It kept its deadly lock on him, but it kept him subdued.
Meanwhile the rest of the team engaged the Warriors in combat. Dyson overturned one which rushed at him. Wolf attacked and defeated another Warrior. Grid and Miranda brought down another Warrior, and the last one was tranquilized by Sniper with a well-aimed shot to the head. Everyone rushed down to assist Shaddix, who by then, had subdued the Praetorian, handcuffed it, and roughly pushed it against the wall.
"Who are you?" Miranda asked the Xenomorph.
"Why should I tell you, foul human? You came here only to destroy my hive… or did you?" The Xenomorph replied telepathically. "No, we're not. We're going to free your hive from Weyland." "Really. Well then, my name is Marcus, and I will take you to my leader." Shaddix released the Praetorian. He was larger than any Praetorian Dyson had ever seen. He was almost as tall as a Queen, being about thirteen feet tall. He had a long scar across his crest. He was greyer than any other Praetorian he'd ever seen. "Follow me, then." And the Praetorian walked off into the steps, followed by the team.