War is Hell (IC)

[Chuckles]

Cain said something about a ghost and pissing it off and then the captain ordered them hold fire. Lincoln looked at the four holes that he had put in the ceiling directly where the things body should have been. Scott grabbed what turned out to be a power line that wasn't even attached to anything. "A ghost, the thing wasn't swinging itself." he decided it didn't matter enough to say anything.

Greenway punched his shoulder, attempting to be friendly about it. "You really showed that chord a thing or two."

"Remind me next time to ask the next fucker that jumps out of a ceiling on top of you if it's a threat or not before firing." Was all he said. He closed his eyes and reset his thinking. He hadn't come into this prepared for an enemy of this nature, the first encounter told him what it was, this told him what it was capable of. He cleared his mind, took in everything he knew so far about what ever it was he was facing. The things were far smarter than any primal creature, and his suits sensors weren't picking them up well so he would have to depend heavily on his own senses.

Susan explained how they had set a trap, she then went on to explain why the chord was obviously placed and asked why someone hadn't noted anything around the loose ceiling plate. This put Lincoln slightly off edge, "Because nobody cared to inform Spec Ops that the cockroaches in this damn building are eight feet long and enjoy jumping out of the fucking ceiling trying to kill us." again he didn't say anything.

He put himself in check. It was mission time, he mentally upped his expectations, the things were using passages that would be unaccessible to any type of suited contact, that fact alone jumped the threat level greatly.

"Ready Captain."

[Kyon1]

As the woman introduced herself and explained her story, Zak walked over to the two dead beings on the ground. Blood was Oozing out of Kane and the Alien. "Capsule" Zak muttered silently. A small crystal clear vial appeared out of his wrist armor. He pulled it out and extracted some of the alien blood quickly and stood back up ready, inserted the vial back in his wrist. Scanning the room, a regular routine he moved around the troops.

“I’ll take point. Lieutenant, cover Corporal Susan. Sergeant, your up front with me. Rest of you; cover the rear light up anything that moves. Lets move out.”

Zak moved in position in front of the woman without a word. He held up his silenced and muzzle flash suppressed A12-SUB and scanned the area silently.

Zak's weapon was up again pointing into the steam as the clanking emitted from the hall. The "tail" flung around and the marines opened fire. Zak held his finger steady ready, not firing. He wasn't gonna shoot at something he couldn't even see.

"Son of a bitch...it's playing with us."
"Game's called shoot the bastard Greenway.

Greenway and Lincoln, typical marines. The doctor began talking about the creature, nonchalantly, so he lowed his weapon, there was no immediate threat.

It was an electrical chord.

“Alright... who the FUCK built this place?! Who puts electrical cording next to a steam pipe?”

He stormed back.

“Keep an eye out marines… the steam line didn’t rupture unassisted. These bastards are smart and Greenway is right, there toying with us.”

Zak just stood there, ready, awaiting orders, his cold quiet attitude as usual. He didnt' approve of his captain losing his cool so much..

[Lerro]

"Remind me next time to ask the next fucker that jumps out of a ceiling on top of you if it's a threat or not before firing." Lincoln responded.

He obviously didn't think any of this was a joke, and Greenway understood that completely. He nodded, shrugged and said, "Point taken."

His attention shot back to the girl as she began to speak to the captain again. Greenway was not known for sitting and paying attention to someone for more than fifteen seconds, so Susan had already lost him at, "You fail to notice two things..."

By this time, Greenway's mind was already in explore mode as he walked ever closer to the Aeronautics Wing door that Susan had emerged from. He had always been like this since he was a child, impatient and full of curiosity. He could barely sit through school all day and his teachers always had trouble grasping his attention. The same problem occurred here as Susan continued talking away about "stupid marines" and "brilliant people" and more fuss about the "alien tail that was actually a cord."

Once Susan had finished all her detailed sentences and random talking, Greenway smirked, "Is that all, Sherlock Holmes?" he joked, then fell silent so that he could hear Susan as she continued talking.

"...we have to go through the Aeronautics Wing, where I came from. Because trust me, the Docking Bay is out of the question." He saw her finger move to the Military Wing on the map. "Me and Gregory stopped their a small while before Edward was killed. It had a heavy door, its built like a safe. He may be safe if he made it there."

"Alright then, sounds like we got ourselves plan. What are we waiting for?" The young marine asked as he walked forward towards the Aeronautics Wing.

[Incognito]

Captain Scott advanced along side the sergeant into the passage to the aeronautics wing; Each wing was separated by an airlock with two doors, only one of which could be opened at a time. The lack of the primary power generator would limit their ability to run most of the systems. Even boosted, they could probably only keep two sentry guns online. That was if they were lucky.

“Fall in, secure the airlock. Last man in seals the door.”

The Marine team did as ordered. Luckily, the airlocks were relatively lacking in vents, cords, and other places any nasty xenomorphic could hide. It was similar to being locked inside a shoebox, the darkness was suffocating and the air was stale. Most of the complex used recycled air, but this smelt damp and unclear. The Captain recalled a mission on Zeta Four, a thick jungle covered planet that he had been forced to trudge through on foot. The air was similar there. Wet, thick, and smelly.
He heard he thick blast door screech and groan in protest as the heavy gears turned, forcing it upwards until it met with the top of the frame and sealed shut. The heavy booming of the six locks sounded as they fell into place. Scott searched for the control panel to the other door, trusting his marines would keep him covered while he did so. He found the computer and pressed the power button. Nothing happened. After kneeling down with a slight groan he discovered the power couplings to the panel had been slashed.

“Susan, read in the report you were your team’s tech. Could you reconnect these wires and get this door open?”

He pushed himself up and moved out of her way. The Captain idly checked the digital read-out on the side of his shotgun. 17 rounds left. He had spent two shooting the creature on top of the recently deceased Pvt. Part of him was actually glad the Military wing was their next stop… Perhaps they could get more ammunition and medical supplies.