Post by Malum on Jul 12, 2006 23:16:49 GMT -5
((Okay, this is similair to "A Strange Thought" only not. We are the main characters. This takes place in the Aliens vs Predator universe (of course) and I know that not all of you are walking AVP encyclopedias like I am, so I'll explain some things.
Note: If you are killed off do not take it personally. This story has predator in it, lots of people must die!))
The shuttle makes it’s way towards the loading dock. I sit in the window seat, looking as Stalwart slowly disappears. I was on vacation there, and now we’re headed to the next spot on our trip. For a brief moment I feel homesick. But then memories of recent political issues rise in my mind, and the homesickness is replaced with nostalgia. I won’t miss Stalwart as it is now, but I certainly will miss it how it was only a few days ago.
Weyland-Yutani, a vicious company more powerful than the United States government, has finally taken over this planet. They’ve wanted it for years. No one knows why. Personally, I think they’re just going to test their latest weapons on it or something. But whatever they do, I don’t want to be part of it. I’m glad that part of our vacation is over.
Then again, they’ll probably just release a xenomorph hive on those who live there.
The thought sickens me.
Xenomorphs (more commonly known as “Bugs” or just “Aliens”) are sickening creatures twice the size of a grown man that live in ant-like societies. Weyland-Yutani has lots of fun with them . . .
I shudder, thanking the Lord that I’ve never seen one in real life.
I feel something warm touch my hand, which rests at my side. Turning my head I see my beloved Elizabeth, her hand upon mine. I feel a smile upon my face as I look into her brown eyes for a brief moment. Then, I turn away to take a final glance at Stalwart.
I’m seventeen, she’s sixteen. We’re nearly old enough (by United Nations standards) to go out on our own. But for now we have to stick with our parents, who are at home, worrying about us no doubt. Everyone is surprised we were aloud to go on this trip. It’s something the school funded. An educational trip to teach us about the United Nations Planetary Corps and the United States Colonial Marines.
With a sigh I look back at Lizzie. She is reading on her personal desk. It appears to be a fantasy book of some kind. I smile, this brown haired girl of mine is always reading. I look at her for awhile, staring at her long hair and tall body. Then I look at my friends, who sit next to her.
Allison Grimm (who we call Miss Grimm for various reasons) sits silently. A great writer and an even better friend, we’ve known each other for a long time. Actually, we first met over the unimatrix. We ran a company together . . . funny how things work out sometimes.
Janessa sits next to her. At the time Grimm’s best buddy isn’t on a sugar high, so she sits still, talking to Min and Ooska, my other friends. We try to keep her away from sweets and the like. Because when hyper, Nessa can be slightly . . . uh, bipolar. But still, she’s intelligent and good to have around for a little friendly conversation.
Min is my obsessive, oblivious friend who I’ve known longer than anyone else sitting in this back row of seats. He and I have discussed and debated topics ranging from Biotech’s cloning and the Chinese’ use of synthetics to the shape of forks and humor of the morning funnies. We’re both into any nerdy comic, game or book you can name. He’s intelligent, inventive, and totally ignorant of everything around him that isn’t politics or entertainment.
Ooska is our third leg. He’s just like Min and I. Only, a little more inventive than me, a little less oblivious than Min, and a little less concerned about ethics than either of us. His real name is Henry, but we stopped calling him after we realized that it’s just too simple a name for someone so . . . weird.
“I’m just saying that you can’t be one hundred percent sure about anything,” I hear Janessa say.
Since we left orbit twenty minutes ago she, Min and Ooska have been arguing about whether or not the xenomorphs are going to escape the Chinese labs in New Hong Kong. I try not to listen, not wanting to worry about aliens of any kind.
“We’re nearly there,” calls the pilot.
Elizabeth puts her desk back in her backpack after book marking the page she’s on. She leans her head on my shoulder. “I’m tired.”
“I can’t wait until we get to Lartal,” I say. “I hear that you can still go down in the old bunkers there.”
Lartal was once a military planet when the UN was in war with China. The war lasted a year, ending when the xenomorphs were brought into things. Neither side won.
The planet is still military. But the older parts are open for tourists.
“That’s nice, Malum,” she says tiredly.
That’s me, Malum. Another nickname. It’s Latin for evil. She gave it to me a long, long time ago. I used it as my screen name on the unimatrix. So Miss Grimm and Janessa still call me that. Ooska and Min have gotten into the habit as well.
Personally, I really like it.
“Get ready, kids,” the pilot calls back, “We’re docking with the loading dock.”
I feel a slight rush of adrenaline. Soon, we’ll be aboard a cruise liner to another solar system, as far away from home as possible.
The shuttle lands inside the giant bay next to the other shuttles.
“Everybody off,” the pilot says, opening the door.
And we step out into yet another adventure.
“That one?” the man asked.
“Yes, the cruise liner,” the older man replied.
The first man, short a dark haired leaned on the railing of the bridge. They were aboard the Weyland-Yutani ship: Exposure. It was a first class battlecruiser with enough firepower to take out an entire city in a matter of days. It also had a very large cargo hold, with some very important cargo.
“But it’s a civilian ship, sir,” the younger man interjected.
The older turned to his companion, “Has that stopped you before, Jonathan?”
“No,” Jonathan said. “But we don’t have the proper equipment to keep this kind of thing under wraps.”
“Look around you, Jonathan,” the old man turned to gaze the high-tech bridge. “Who the hell would challenge this might?”
“But sir, the UN has a military base not far from here, they could take us out in a heartbeat,” the shorter one reminded.
The old man folded his arms behind his back and walked to a different area of the bridge, closer to the main screen. He talked as Jonathan followed, “I think that they will be a little too concerned with our ‘friends’ to think about harming us.”
The main screen showed the picture of a strange, long ship. It’s tip looked like a beak, and it was shaped in an aerodynamic way characteristic of the beings who used it.
“The Yautja?” Jonathan asked.
“Who else, Doctor?”
It’s starting to feel like a reoccurring dream now. The excitement is gone. We’ve boarded and deboarded ships on and off since our trip started. And though this ship is so large that we each have our own rooms, it still feels the same.
I throw my junk onto the comfortable-looking bed and leave the room to go hang out with my friends for awhile. Though the rooms are really nice, the halls are dirty, metal, and dark. As I walk down to Lizzie’s room the clank under the pressure of my traveler’s boots. There are doors on each side of me. I just know that Elizabeth’s room is next to mine, and the others are down the hall.
Pressing the buzzer to her room I wait for my girlfriend to come out.
The door slides open on electric hinges, revealing my dearest.
“Hola,” she says to me with a retarded little wave.
I smile at her weirdness and return her gesture, “Howdy.”
“Sorry to break up this romantic interlude,” Miss Grimm stands next to me. “But you’re blocking my way of the dining hall. Not smart.”
I smile and step out of the way, “Mind if we come?”
Walking briskly away she calls back to us, “Suit yourself.”
Soon the whole gang is sitting at a table in the massive galley. There are other kids, all from different schools and different planets. But we keep to ourselves, as usual. Some people think us rude or closed off. But we’re not, we just don’t like very many people.
“I heard that food on these kinds of places sucked,” Grimm remarks. “But seriously.”
A lump of porridge-looking . . . stuff, sits on her plate. She’s the only one of use who has gotten anything yet. The rest of us are waiting until after the ship leaves dock.
Ooska laughs, “Let’s poke it.”
We spend awhile enjoying each other’s company and trying to guess what’s in the food. It has almost been thirty minutes when the pager informs us that it is time to return to our bunks while the ship leaves dock. Doing so we say our goodnights, for we are not allowed out of our rooms until the next morning. It’s 11:06 AM in our area’s standard time already, and take-off takes awhile for a ship so large. So they just consider this bedtime.
Hugging Lizzie goodnight I go into my room and shut the door.
Pushing my junk away and laying down on the bed I await the morning.
Note: If you are killed off do not take it personally. This story has predator in it, lots of people must die!))
Cast
Malum
Lizzie
Grimm
Nessa
Ooska
Min
Chin Wu
Sara
Kyle Diim
Tech
Comm
Professor
Trigger
Doctor Jonathan
Cadet Wood
Doctor Sonja Franceschi
T'liom
Sle-kaun
and more to come...
Malum
Lizzie
Grimm
Nessa
Ooska
Min
Chin Wu
Sara
Kyle Diim
Tech
Comm
Professor
Trigger
Doctor Jonathan
Cadet Wood
Doctor Sonja Franceschi
T'liom
Sle-kaun
and more to come...
Aliens
vs
Predator
Forgotten Planet
Chapter 1
vs
Predator
Forgotten Planet
Chapter 1
The shuttle makes it’s way towards the loading dock. I sit in the window seat, looking as Stalwart slowly disappears. I was on vacation there, and now we’re headed to the next spot on our trip. For a brief moment I feel homesick. But then memories of recent political issues rise in my mind, and the homesickness is replaced with nostalgia. I won’t miss Stalwart as it is now, but I certainly will miss it how it was only a few days ago.
Weyland-Yutani, a vicious company more powerful than the United States government, has finally taken over this planet. They’ve wanted it for years. No one knows why. Personally, I think they’re just going to test their latest weapons on it or something. But whatever they do, I don’t want to be part of it. I’m glad that part of our vacation is over.
Then again, they’ll probably just release a xenomorph hive on those who live there.
The thought sickens me.
Xenomorphs (more commonly known as “Bugs” or just “Aliens”) are sickening creatures twice the size of a grown man that live in ant-like societies. Weyland-Yutani has lots of fun with them . . .
I shudder, thanking the Lord that I’ve never seen one in real life.
I feel something warm touch my hand, which rests at my side. Turning my head I see my beloved Elizabeth, her hand upon mine. I feel a smile upon my face as I look into her brown eyes for a brief moment. Then, I turn away to take a final glance at Stalwart.
I’m seventeen, she’s sixteen. We’re nearly old enough (by United Nations standards) to go out on our own. But for now we have to stick with our parents, who are at home, worrying about us no doubt. Everyone is surprised we were aloud to go on this trip. It’s something the school funded. An educational trip to teach us about the United Nations Planetary Corps and the United States Colonial Marines.
With a sigh I look back at Lizzie. She is reading on her personal desk. It appears to be a fantasy book of some kind. I smile, this brown haired girl of mine is always reading. I look at her for awhile, staring at her long hair and tall body. Then I look at my friends, who sit next to her.
Allison Grimm (who we call Miss Grimm for various reasons) sits silently. A great writer and an even better friend, we’ve known each other for a long time. Actually, we first met over the unimatrix. We ran a company together . . . funny how things work out sometimes.
Janessa sits next to her. At the time Grimm’s best buddy isn’t on a sugar high, so she sits still, talking to Min and Ooska, my other friends. We try to keep her away from sweets and the like. Because when hyper, Nessa can be slightly . . . uh, bipolar. But still, she’s intelligent and good to have around for a little friendly conversation.
Min is my obsessive, oblivious friend who I’ve known longer than anyone else sitting in this back row of seats. He and I have discussed and debated topics ranging from Biotech’s cloning and the Chinese’ use of synthetics to the shape of forks and humor of the morning funnies. We’re both into any nerdy comic, game or book you can name. He’s intelligent, inventive, and totally ignorant of everything around him that isn’t politics or entertainment.
Ooska is our third leg. He’s just like Min and I. Only, a little more inventive than me, a little less oblivious than Min, and a little less concerned about ethics than either of us. His real name is Henry, but we stopped calling him after we realized that it’s just too simple a name for someone so . . . weird.
“I’m just saying that you can’t be one hundred percent sure about anything,” I hear Janessa say.
Since we left orbit twenty minutes ago she, Min and Ooska have been arguing about whether or not the xenomorphs are going to escape the Chinese labs in New Hong Kong. I try not to listen, not wanting to worry about aliens of any kind.
“We’re nearly there,” calls the pilot.
Elizabeth puts her desk back in her backpack after book marking the page she’s on. She leans her head on my shoulder. “I’m tired.”
“I can’t wait until we get to Lartal,” I say. “I hear that you can still go down in the old bunkers there.”
Lartal was once a military planet when the UN was in war with China. The war lasted a year, ending when the xenomorphs were brought into things. Neither side won.
The planet is still military. But the older parts are open for tourists.
“That’s nice, Malum,” she says tiredly.
That’s me, Malum. Another nickname. It’s Latin for evil. She gave it to me a long, long time ago. I used it as my screen name on the unimatrix. So Miss Grimm and Janessa still call me that. Ooska and Min have gotten into the habit as well.
Personally, I really like it.
“Get ready, kids,” the pilot calls back, “We’re docking with the loading dock.”
I feel a slight rush of adrenaline. Soon, we’ll be aboard a cruise liner to another solar system, as far away from home as possible.
The shuttle lands inside the giant bay next to the other shuttles.
“Everybody off,” the pilot says, opening the door.
And we step out into yet another adventure.
* * *
“That one?” the man asked.
“Yes, the cruise liner,” the older man replied.
The first man, short a dark haired leaned on the railing of the bridge. They were aboard the Weyland-Yutani ship: Exposure. It was a first class battlecruiser with enough firepower to take out an entire city in a matter of days. It also had a very large cargo hold, with some very important cargo.
“But it’s a civilian ship, sir,” the younger man interjected.
The older turned to his companion, “Has that stopped you before, Jonathan?”
“No,” Jonathan said. “But we don’t have the proper equipment to keep this kind of thing under wraps.”
“Look around you, Jonathan,” the old man turned to gaze the high-tech bridge. “Who the hell would challenge this might?”
“But sir, the UN has a military base not far from here, they could take us out in a heartbeat,” the shorter one reminded.
The old man folded his arms behind his back and walked to a different area of the bridge, closer to the main screen. He talked as Jonathan followed, “I think that they will be a little too concerned with our ‘friends’ to think about harming us.”
The main screen showed the picture of a strange, long ship. It’s tip looked like a beak, and it was shaped in an aerodynamic way characteristic of the beings who used it.
“The Yautja?” Jonathan asked.
“Who else, Doctor?”
* * *
It’s starting to feel like a reoccurring dream now. The excitement is gone. We’ve boarded and deboarded ships on and off since our trip started. And though this ship is so large that we each have our own rooms, it still feels the same.
I throw my junk onto the comfortable-looking bed and leave the room to go hang out with my friends for awhile. Though the rooms are really nice, the halls are dirty, metal, and dark. As I walk down to Lizzie’s room the clank under the pressure of my traveler’s boots. There are doors on each side of me. I just know that Elizabeth’s room is next to mine, and the others are down the hall.
Pressing the buzzer to her room I wait for my girlfriend to come out.
The door slides open on electric hinges, revealing my dearest.
“Hola,” she says to me with a retarded little wave.
I smile at her weirdness and return her gesture, “Howdy.”
“Sorry to break up this romantic interlude,” Miss Grimm stands next to me. “But you’re blocking my way of the dining hall. Not smart.”
I smile and step out of the way, “Mind if we come?”
Walking briskly away she calls back to us, “Suit yourself.”
Soon the whole gang is sitting at a table in the massive galley. There are other kids, all from different schools and different planets. But we keep to ourselves, as usual. Some people think us rude or closed off. But we’re not, we just don’t like very many people.
“I heard that food on these kinds of places sucked,” Grimm remarks. “But seriously.”
A lump of porridge-looking . . . stuff, sits on her plate. She’s the only one of use who has gotten anything yet. The rest of us are waiting until after the ship leaves dock.
Ooska laughs, “Let’s poke it.”
We spend awhile enjoying each other’s company and trying to guess what’s in the food. It has almost been thirty minutes when the pager informs us that it is time to return to our bunks while the ship leaves dock. Doing so we say our goodnights, for we are not allowed out of our rooms until the next morning. It’s 11:06 AM in our area’s standard time already, and take-off takes awhile for a ship so large. So they just consider this bedtime.
Hugging Lizzie goodnight I go into my room and shut the door.
Pushing my junk away and laying down on the bed I await the morning.