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Having arrived with a bunch of loud and crazy marines, it was nice to finally be off the ship. Gillian had gotten most of the kinks out of body from cryo-sleep. He slipped between the marines and looked upon the planet P-13.

"New hunting ground" he exhaled softly. Gillian flexed his hands and quickly moved his hands to his gun holsters and then quickly to various areas where he had blades. He placed his hand on a metal rod on his right thigh. It was his portable spear. It would help give him an extra reach when it came to close combat.

He looked back at the other marines who were still being loud and laughing at being assigned to such a place. They figured it was some drill but those he didn't became sober and silent when looking about the world. They knew or had an idea that death was waiting for them. Gillian was used to death and was not willing to let some random incident take his life. He had to be and would be a perfect killing machine. He knew the dangers and the risks of killing up close, but he had figured that those loud and messy automatic machine guns would cause more mess and injury than his methods.

Time would tell who the survivors would be.

"Nothing I can't handle..." Zeke tried to sound confident. Everyone assured him that it was just a drill, but Zeke was convinced that it was just a drill. He'd hacked through his teens, and he'd found some weird shit in the government's data banks. Why else would so many marines be sent?
Zeke checked over all his gear one last time and looked for someone to talk to. "Hey Gillian, how are you?" He said in an almost whisper after moving towards him. "I see you came a prepared." Zeke said, looking at all the things Gillian had with him.

"It is my way. I can carry more than most simply because I'm not carrying such huge ... noise makers" Gillian said as he pointed to some marines with flame throwers and huge machine guns.

"Besides, if what we have been told is true, then if we end up going in making a lot of noise we may have more than we can handle." Gillian spoke quietly because he knew most marines were hot-headed and short tempered and believed there was nothing they couldn't handle and/or kill. Gillian didn't feel like making a scene here. He especially didn't want to have to kill anyone already because of it.

Gillian eyed the marine talking to him, and attempted to assess what kind of person he was, whether he would be a help or a hindrance. Gillian decided to wait and see. The walking continued until the marines had entered the hanger bay and were greeted with a mixture of expressions from the inhabitants of the planet. Some relief, some dread, some just looked hopeless.

Well, this explains a lot. I may have to try to extract some information from some of the locals

"Thats why I brought these." Zeke showed his silenced sniper rifle and SMG. Zeke tried to keep pace with the person he was talking to. "I uh... Yeah... All these big things," He pointed to the gyro arm-assisted machine guns and such, "only make 'em slower." Though, he wasn't much to comment on one's speed when he came in almost dead last on the run tests he had to pass to join the marines. But he didn't know why people with is job had to run.

A spokesman stood up and cleared his throat into the microphone.

"Welcome to P-13. Thank you for coming so soon and with such a large number of you." he babbled. He continued like this for some time talking about people being scared and some going missing and having to lock certain areas off.

Gillian noted the names of the areas that had been sealed and the number of missing people. He was told what happened to those he usually went missing. Food or host. Gillian calmed his nerves and suppressed his shudder.

Focus on the task at hand

"Anyways gentlemen. We have made arrangements for all of you to have your own rooms but we were told that your superior officers would be bunking you up with three other people. Some colonists and some marines. You will be filled in shortly after I'm done here. Dinner will be at 19.00 hours. Thanks again for coming.

Gillian looked around and found the officers that were assigning room numbers. It made sense. Safety in numbers. These people needed protection.

"Well, ...uhm sorry. What was your name?" Gillian asked the man he had been talking to before the briefing.

Zeke walked off to find what room he was supposed to be assigned to. The three other people were all colonists. Dammit! He swore to himself. If there was anyone he could have bunked with, why had it had to be colonists?
Afterwards he backed back into the crowd and looked around waiting for something, anything, to happen. Zeke hated being bored.

Gillian had gotten bunked with a marine that enjoyed tabacco and smoking a little too much and two colonists. A couple, man and woman. Gillian moved to an empty corner that was behind the door when it opened.

Always be prepared he told himself.

He wondered if they were start searching the quarantined areas tomorrow. I guess they would find out soon enough.

(were u waiting for me to post? If you were then sorry...)
Zeke went off to his room to prepare, and claim his bed before the colonists arrived. (sorry for the one liner but I can't think of anything better!)

Specimen Zero awoke in a bunk bed inside the Marine Base camp. "wha...what the hell hapened?"

Early morning.

Gillian had had a long night. The marine and couple were very talkative, if that wasn't bad enough, they all snored. All of them, even the woman!

Gillian stretched and grabbed his stuff. He decided to wait in the cafeteria for everyone to gather.

"But maybe I could have a look around first." So he went to explore the areas that had been closed and sealed off. He was a shadow. He passed the colonist guards without them knowing he was there. He arrived at the sealed corridor and studied for a bit. There were bullet holes in it and some areas had been covered with another plate of metal. "Covering up acid holes", he said silently. "So they got this far in huh?" Gillian realized that this was closer than the marines have been told. The aliens could be much closer or even inside the compound any day.

As he turned away from the sealed door, he heard something from the other side. "Please, help me" came a soft voice.

They had locked people on the other side. Gillian quickly made it back to his room and then continued on the way to the cafeteria. He would tell the commander when he arrived later.