Aliies
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(This was some-what rushed, the RPG was given permission as Coleman's idea, I offered to get it started...)
CHAPTER 1: The Colony...
The cabin began to shake violently as the dropship broke through the atmosphere, those amoung the passengers asleep were frightened awake; they had been operating only on five hours of sleep each night after the cruiser was hit by an asteroid in mid-jump...
I was a routine mission; the colony on IGX-926 was an isolated Weyland-Utani colonial world, too far out of the central core-systems to maintain contact, these frequent Marine visits by the company were merely to check up on progress...
The boat finally leveled off and the hull began to creak and moan as the cool-air hit the red-hot nose-cone; the Pilot was an ace, to say the least, he knew exactly were they were going despite the thick fog that entrapped the terrain. About seventeen-minutes of smooth sailing, the pilot spotted the landing beacons, a small group of colonists stood ready to recieve them, though they could barely stand as the wind picked up to a gale.
The side-door slammed open, hitting the marines with the ice-cold biting breeze of IGX-926 as they filed off, one-by-one... "We are so glad that the company hasn't forgotten us..." a portly man wearing the yellow/black Weyland-Utani uniform of a Colonial Governor, "Come, let us be rid of this wind..." he directed them to follow into the peak of the facility, warm air curtains hit them upon entry, shedding the shiver and leaving the marines comfortable again.
"Ah, My name is Governor Allritch, I manage this colony as we do our best to terraform this wasteland..." he sounded off, proud of what he does, apparently, "...Though I must say that I'm surprised that your team is a month early, not like the company at all, not at all..." he continued on, leading them at a shuffling-pace through the main entrance of the vast facility, into the habitats and towards the barracks.
The Marines kept pace without breaking a sweat, the Governor had to stop three times to catch his breath as the walk was a long one, after thirty-seven minutes they finally found themselves in the Barracks, the Marines were used to scenes like this; it hadn't been used for over a year and was left in a disgusting state from the last lot of military residents.
"Ah... yes, you'll forgive me for the state of this section, we are told not to interfere with the Company's military division so the last unit that resided here left it in this horrid condition... If it makes at all up for it, I hope you enjoy your stay..." he muttered, none of the Marines were listening, more or less horrified at their Habitat...
Corporal Caltridge ws the first to speak, soundly kicking one of the mess-hall tables upright with a single hit, "Shit, trust the grunts to get the worst part of the deal..."
(This was some-what rushed, the RPG was given permission as Coleman's idea, I offered to get it started...)
CHAPTER 1: The Colony...
The cabin began to shake violently as the dropship broke through the atmosphere, those amoung the passengers asleep were frightened awake; they had been operating only on five hours of sleep each night after the cruiser was hit by an asteroid in mid-jump...
I was a routine mission; the colony on IGX-926 was an isolated Weyland-Utani colonial world, too far out of the central core-systems to maintain contact, these frequent Marine visits by the company were merely to check up on progress...
The boat finally leveled off and the hull began to creak and moan as the cool-air hit the red-hot nose-cone; the Pilot was an ace, to say the least, he knew exactly were they were going despite the thick fog that entrapped the terrain. About seventeen-minutes of smooth sailing, the pilot spotted the landing beacons, a small group of colonists stood ready to recieve them, though they could barely stand as the wind picked up to a gale.
The side-door slammed open, hitting the marines with the ice-cold biting breeze of IGX-926 as they filed off, one-by-one... "We are so glad that the company hasn't forgotten us..." a portly man wearing the yellow/black Weyland-Utani uniform of a Colonial Governor, "Come, let us be rid of this wind..." he directed them to follow into the peak of the facility, warm air curtains hit them upon entry, shedding the shiver and leaving the marines comfortable again.
"Ah, My name is Governor Allritch, I manage this colony as we do our best to terraform this wasteland..." he sounded off, proud of what he does, apparently, "...Though I must say that I'm surprised that your team is a month early, not like the company at all, not at all..." he continued on, leading them at a shuffling-pace through the main entrance of the vast facility, into the habitats and towards the barracks.
The Marines kept pace without breaking a sweat, the Governor had to stop three times to catch his breath as the walk was a long one, after thirty-seven minutes they finally found themselves in the Barracks, the Marines were used to scenes like this; it hadn't been used for over a year and was left in a disgusting state from the last lot of military residents.
"Ah... yes, you'll forgive me for the state of this section, we are told not to interfere with the Company's military division so the last unit that resided here left it in this horrid condition... If it makes at all up for it, I hope you enjoy your stay..." he muttered, none of the Marines were listening, more or less horrified at their Habitat...
Corporal Caltridge ws the first to speak, soundly kicking one of the mess-hall tables upright with a single hit, "Shit, trust the grunts to get the worst part of the deal..."
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