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Louis "Caveman" Riggs

*Pulls out flask* "Why couldn't the Marines have Captains? I mean really?"

0 · 535 views · located in Baltroid Prime (Aliens Vs Predator)

a character in “AVP: Embers Of Fate”, as played by Raidose

Description

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Birth Name: Louis Martin Riggs

Nickname: Caveman (Wants to be a Captain.... for obvious reasons)

Serial Number: A03/TQ7.0.15618E4

Height: 6'6"

Weight: 240 lbs

Occupation: Smart Gun Operator

Rank: Lance Corporal



Weapons and Tech:

-M56 Smartgun ("Cavey Jr.")

-Smart-Weapon user interface

-M50 Combat Harness and Gyro Mount

-M3 Combat Vest and Flashlight Mount.

-ZX-76 Combat Shotgun..... for Close Encounters.

-VP-78 Pistol

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Appearance:
Image A large man with many tattoos, a friendly grin on his face, and a strong smell of cheap whiskey. Caveman is never seen without his trademark bandana and some kind of facial hair. In his earlier days this was just a neatly trimmed goatee, but lately he's taken to just letting it grow out till it becomes unmanageable. Often seen with a small braid of hair coming off the back of his head and two gold earrings in his left ear. He's never worn a sleeved shirt in his life, and his armor is no different. His dark brown hair is probably the only thing that's maturing on him, with a light grey tint starting to show through. One look into his big brown eyes, however, will tell you that he's still a teenager at heart.



Bio:
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Louis was born in Austin Texas 32 years ago. From the minute he could, he was a partier and a trouble maker. Drinking, gambling, roughhousing, you name it. His primitive nature earned him the name "Neanderthal", but that was a bit to hard to remember for a plastered 16 year old, so his friends shortened it to simple "The Caveman". While most would consider him a fun loving and care free sorta guy, his father was none to amused by his lifestyle, eventually having him shipped off to Military School in an a attempt to break him of his frivolous ways. It didn't work, and instead Louis discovered that marine boys are fun to hang with. He eventually enlisted by the age of 18 and thanks to his strong body guild was selected to take part in Smart-Weapon Operations Training for 2 years. Since then Caveman has been to nearly every habitable planet in the system, shot at tons of indigenous species, and had a pretty damn good time doing it.

Being a veteran of Bug Hunts before, including the infamous BG-386 incident, Caveman is usually looked up to by the newbies as an original badass. And even though he's getting close to his 33rd birthday, he's still just as rowdy as ever, which always seams to keep moral high. If not, then there's always that flask he hides from his sergeant.......

RP Sample: (I may make one later, but not now.)

So begins...

Louis "Caveman" Riggs's Story

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Character Portrait: Louis "Caveman" Riggs Character Portrait: Subject X "Klaw" Character Portrait: Mark Daniels
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Klaw

Subject X dashed through the caverns of the hive, the head of the group of 5. The hive was connected to all of the mining tunnels, which allowed much mobility throughout the southern end of the colony. Mining Shaft 4 had its entrance right in the center of a group of jungle themed hotels and commercial buildings, and it was here that Subject X was headed. If someone were to be watching the caverns, they would see complete darkness, that is until, the lightning lit them up and revealed the monsters within.

When the group reached the the Entrance of Mine Shaft 4, Klaw slithered along the outside walls of the entrance and then into the drainage chambers, which ran just under the surface of the area and were visible if standing above them. The group, following Klaw, made their way into one of the smaller hotels, where they could smell the cowering humans in the basement. Thunder crackled as they burst through the front window, and like a single unit, scurried into the ventilation shafts. The ventilation system swooped down into the basement and circled around it, and without a sound, the xenomorph pack quickly surrounded the basement while staying hidden in the vents.

The basement was in the shape of a rectangle, about 35 by 40 feet. The stairs came down straight along the east wall. The room was empty of furniture, save a TV, a coffee table, and 2 couches, one of which was barricading the door and the other facing the TV. The only light came from the TV, which was connected to a small generator. Cans of food covered the coffee table. There were five civilians in the basement, 3 men and 2 women. They were all wearing rather expensive clothing, but for them it was probably casual. The first man, a young white man, was leaned up against the east wall at the bottom of the stairs with a rifle in hand. He held the rifle with his right hand and let the end of the barrel touch the floor. In his other hand was a cigarette, which he'd occasionally take a drag of. The second guy leaned against the back of the couch, watching the TV. He was an older white man with gray hair now, but had tight facial features from scowling. He held a pistol in his right hand, which hung at his side. The last man, a young black man, sat in the middle of the couch with his legs crossed on his lap. The two women sat on both sides of him, and they were identical, twins.

The woman to the right of the black man looked over to the man by the stairs. "Jim, when can we go back up? We've been down here for days now and nothing has tried to break in. I think those things are gone now." She tilted her head and gave Jim the sad eyes.

Jim took another drag before answering. "Well, we should probably wait for the storm to pass. Don't want to be running around in the rain, we'll ruin our clothes. You remember what happened last time we got caught in the rain, don't you Lucy?"

The older man, James Sr., looked at them both like they were stupid. "Are you two stupid? Those things smacked Jerry around like he was a rag doll." He looked back to the TV. "There hasn't even been an alert on the television, what the fuck do the people in the city think happened down here? We can't even contact them, not since the power down here was cut." He snapped his head to Jim. "If you want to go out there and find out if those things are still out there, be my guest. But that door is locking behind you, and don't expect me to open the door for you when you're crying to let you back in."

There was a vent right behind Jim, and Klaw positioned himself right in the vent. Two of the other xenos were already on the ceiling, blending in with the darkness. The remaining two slowly started to creep up from behind James Sr.

Jim, in response to his father, took a few steps forward and held the rifle with two hands. "Now I'll have you know I am one of the best shooters out there, and no ugly ass alien is going to stand a chance against that." Jim kicked a nearby bucket over to the other side of the room.

Using the sound of the bucket to stay hidden, Klaw cut through the vent quickly and crawled out like a snake. Klaw stood up on both legs behind Jim, its head touching the ceiling.

Jim continued on his cocky rant. "In fact, if I ever see on again, I'm going to splatter its brains all over-" He stopped his rant short when he saw the bugged out eyes of everyone else in the room that were looking behind him. He slowly turned his head. He began to raise he rifle and let out a "Fuck!", before Klaw grabbed the rifle with its right hand and back handed Jim in the stomach with its left hand. The gun let off a loud bang that blended in with the crackling of thunder. The hit sent Jim across the room and into the opposite wall. In perfect synchronization with this, the other xenos each tagged their target and lunged for them. The civilians were all knocked unconscious, except for Jim, who was now starting to get up, and James Sr., who was impaled from behind when he brought his pistol up the shoot Klaw. Jim, who got to one knee after struggling to get up, looked forward to see what was going on. Unfortunately for him, Klaw's face makes a better door than a window, and once he realized he was face to face with this monster, all he could do was shake with fear. Klaw brought its tail around to the side of his head and slammed it to the floor. He was kept alive however, but was now probably a vegetable.

They dragged the living civilians back to the Mine Shaft 4 entrance, leaving them only a little further than the entrance. They secreted pheromones on the bodies so the drones of the hive would come get them so that they could be used as hosts.

After leaving the bodies, Subject X took his pack down into the southern sewers, looking for more hosts...

Daniels

Mark looked at the faces of the other marines before they landed. They were all ready, but few had anything close to a smile on their face. The strong impact of the rain could be heard hitting the aircraft. The ride was a little rough, and the landing wasn't much better. The marines poured out. They stood still, lined up, awaiting orders. They had landed in a small clearing in the jungle, very close to the southern end of the colony. The rain seemed to land like bombs, exploding with water when they landed. There were 5 squads in the clearing, with a tough-as-nails black man, Master Sergeant Banks, taking position in front of everyone.

He stared at the squads for a little, until finally barking the orders. "Your orders are to sweep the northern part of this jungle until you arrive at the colony. From there you are going to make sure the civilian zone is clear of all threats, and then you will report in to me. Is That Clear!?"

The response was a thundering "Yes Sir!", loud enough to be heard over the thunder itself. The squads all checked their gear one last time, then stood in their formations.

Sergeant Bills once again looked over the marines. "We are talking this very seriously, and after what happened at the Garring Colony, are making sure we have the manpower to keep any more incidents from occurring again." He cracked his neck. "You all know what route you are taking, Now Move Out Marines!"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Louis "Caveman" Riggs Character Portrait: Mark Daniels Character Portrait: William "Bill" Alexander Character Portrait: Mr. Cade
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#, as written by Raidose
Mr. Cade



The rolling thunder and biting rain muted out all sounds within his beautiful city. It's gray misery blotting the perfection it cascaded upon. It poured from roofs and ran down drains, running down the windows of Mr. Cades office like a water fall. Inside bickered two devils of a different sort.

"Mr. Weyland, there isn't any need for alarm, I assure you. The instance occurred in the Southern hemisphere of the planet, miles away from here. All Synthetic recon teams report that the old hive was destroyed. There is no need for the marines."

"The old hive, yes. But the xenomorphs thrive on the threat of extinction. They will rebuild, and that's not a risk I'm willing to take. The marines stay as a precaution."

"There are none left to rebuild, Mr. Weyland. Please, your being paranoid."

"Paranoia is a powerful tool, it can keep you alive, Mr. Cade. As a soldier, you should know. It's how we survivors persist. And that's why I want you to close this down."

"Mr. Weyland, you know that you can't afford that. All you and Weyland-Yutani have lost over the years in your pursuit to study these creatures, these xenomorphs....... It's cost you billions. This world is a prime for exotic plant life, more potent than any that use to flourish in Earth's rain forests. The local wildlife has an amazing amount of longevity and youth, which we attribute to the high mineral concentrate in the majority of the water sources. This city, My city, will be the focal point for a new breakthrough in health and cosmetics. This is your chance to make a gain, Mr. Weyland, and we both know you can't risk losing it."

"Can you really delude yourself into believing that? That this city of yours is safe? I thought you'd be the voice of reason, but it seams this project has become your Modern Prometheus. It's time to end this."

"With all due respect, Mr. Weyland, I will not end this. This is my fucking city. I will not see it be lost on some childish fear of monsters in the jungle. I will Not let you end it!"

"Fine. Enjoy your little playground. Burn with it. But the marines are going to stay, and that is final. Good bye, Mr. Cade."


The transmission cut out, as did the last ounce of Mr. Cade's restraint. In a fit of rage, his arm smacked the monitor off his desk. Pain shot through his forehead, causing him to grasp at his eye, trying to ease the throbbing aches. He gazed out his window at those eye sores that loitered on his landing pads. In large, white letters, U.S.C.M. was scrolled on each of their sides. Mr. Cade could feel a slight trickle of blood inch it's way from his nose, but was able to catch it before any droplets stained his shirt. The voice from his front desk chimed in over his comms.

"Sir? I have a Major William Alexander here. He wishes to speak with you, Sir."

"....... Yes. Yes, send him in."


Wiping the last traces of the blood from his nose, Mr. Cade turned to see his guest. He was by no means grateful for their presence, and did little to hide his contempt. He motioned for the Major to take a seat, sitting down himself with his hands crossed behind his desk.

"Before you speak, let me make something abundantly clear. I did not ask you here, and I do not want you here. Your presence is merely a formality to put my superiors at ease. I do not want you grunts littering my streets and scaring my citizens. You are to patrol around my city, investigate the colonies surrounding us, and then report back that you have found nothing. Am I undertsood?"




Louis "Caveman" Riggs



The drop ship finally touched down on solid ground, all it's occupants happy the ride was over. The high turbulence from the storm had made the trip down harsh.

"Jesus, is it me or is that ride getting longer and rougher?"

"Heheh, just like ridin' yer mamma, Miguel!"

"Hey, fuck you, Riggs!"

"Both of you lock that shit down! The man's about to make his speech."


The marines turned to their leader, hell, their role model, Master Sergeant Banks, as he gave his orders.

"Your orders are to sweep the northern part of this jungle until you arrive at the colony. From there you are going to make sure the civilian zone is clear of all threats, and then you will report in to me. Is That Clear!?"

"Yes Sir!"


There voices resonated throughout the jungle. Their moral was high. They were all anxious for some action. Bug hunts were the single most dangerous detail a marine could be assigned to, but for those proud veterans of xeno battles, this was the rite of passage. Banks cracked his neck, before giving his last words of encouragement.

"We are talking this very seriously, and after what happened at the Garring Colony, are making sure we have the manpower to keep any more incidents from occurring again. You all know what route you are taking, Now Move Out Marines!"

"Man brings a tear to my eye every time."

Caveman had nothing but respect for that man, having to wipe an actual tear from his eye.

"Yeah, that's not homo at all."

"You'd know, Miguel."

"Fuck you, Riggs."

"I'm sure you'd like to try."


Carlson strode behind the two bickering marines, giving both of them a firm smack on the shoulder pads.

"Alright, love birds, knock the shit off and save it for the xenos. You can have the make-up sex on the ride home."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eversor Character Portrait: Louis "Caveman" Riggs Character Portrait: Mark Daniels Character Portrait: William "Bill" Alexander Character Portrait: Mr. Cade Character Portrait: Matthew "Pete" Peterson
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#, as written by Endgame
Ire (predalien, just changed the name)

Time: 5/21/2083,10:53 am
Location: Outer Colony of Baltroid Prime, 14 miles from from the City
Weather Pattern: Storming, estimated 45.8 minutes until cloud break through

The monster of a creature moved through the rain like a snake, its xenomorphs harvesting like a well oiled machine. Many thoughts raced through the hive mind mostly just the queen was getting tired of waiting. The predalien hissed hurrying the xenomoprhs along before sensing the pheromones of Klaw and his hunting party. Ire's head twisted before grunting at two drones to drag away the hosts, he had other things to do. His pheromones were going crazy to an area just north of here

He growled circling up to the to the area were he had sensed the pheromones and found Mr. Cade's scout team.

"Yes, Mr.Cade we've found nothing.... no sir there is nothing in hell out here that even resembles a xenomorph." Oh how wrong they were.

Ire slithered down behind the first two, they were easy, the predalien rammed its razor like claws through the to synthetics chests allowing their blood to spill out onto the ground. The other turned to see what was happening, another mistake. The predalien was on the others in a flash, one pulled up his gun to shoot but the monster grabbed the end of the barrel pushing it upwards towards the sky allowing the burst of the bullets to travel harmlessly into the sky. Ire then rammed its tail through the synthetic snarling as the next synthetic pulled its gun to fire another burst the bullets tearing through the air barely missing Ire. The creature turned to this new opponent and grabbed both of the small creatures arms and tore the synthetic in half as the thing screamed.

The next target fired the bullets tearing into the predaliens back, Ire roared in pain before turning to synthetic. The poor humanoid tried to get of another shot but the beast was upon him quickly, its acid tearing through its body. Ire watched the synthetic quivering to death as the acid tore through its vitals.

Ire seemed to sit gloating in its victory before leaving to go to regroup with Klaw's group, they had much to do and the Queen would not wait much longer without information on what was going on. The abomination crawled its way down into the mines after Klaws pheromone trail.

Sgt. Matthew "Pete" Peterson

Time: 5/21/2083,10:56 am Zulu Time
Squad: Kessler 1-3
Location: Outer Colony of Baltroid Prime outlet district, 14 miles from the City
Weather Pattern: Storming, estimated 43.6 minutes until cloud breakthrough

Pete passed by the cold shopping centers as his squad moved slowly through the outlet mall. It would have been crowed with people, but now it was barren and void of life. The rain kept falling in sheets of wet ice as it ran down the gutters of the facility and pooled on the ground. "Check your corners boys...." He muttered over the comm link before looking inside an abandoned shop. Pete turned his head outside the shop before making his way to the regrouping point, it had gone well so far, nothing notable. Pete looked around silently before the rest of his squad grouped up.

"Anybody have anything to share....?" Pete asked quietly but only received a shake of heads, then it happened.

The sky broke lose with sounds of gun fire "to point men, get eyes on with the target before you fire..." Pete growled charging through the dense brush towards the noise, and there he found the carnage....

"my god..... what the fuck could have done this?" He muttered as his men circled around the dead synthetics, he quickly press the link on all coms including Mr.Cades "This is Sgt.Peterson..... I've found some casualties outside the outlet mall... they look like Cade's scout team... they're torn to shreds and I'm having trouble even making out which body part is which, whatever the hell did this... its not human...." he grunted before seeing something strange. "Holy shit..... is this...." the com went silent before Pete answered through. "Cade.... you better start praying to every god in existence, because we have some kind of infestation of bugs on are hands.... and the thing that killed your androids.... it an't a normal bug... no warrior could have ripped a synthetic in half. I'll swing the bodies by base camp see if we can't figure out what the hell did this.... Pete out." Peterson looked around silently and he had a sickening feeling on what happened to the marines.

(still waiting for the other preds to post....)