Topic: Kainde Amedha (RPG)

Xenomorphs+Yatuja+Republic+Collonial marines =KEWL!!!!)

You know the rules, if not check the first post on an RPG by BFFC-Mel, or some one.

Sheet:
Name:
Species: (sory no Xenomorph players)
Gender: (Yatuja are male only, its just how they are)
Occupation:
Rank:
Weapons:-(You better be able to carry it)
Personality:

Story:
In space............
Staff Sergant Michale Kain sat in the security booth. "God, I hate my job..." he said to himself. He was a colonial marine, not a corprate security guard. He was supposed to be on the frontier, killing new and deady extraterrestrials. not sitting behind some booth, watching civvies. the comm buzzed. He answered boredly "Yeah, secruity"

John Samson was exited, he found a ship, not just any ship, but a XT ship, this ment millions of things, he could get out of here, get a new better job, Hell, he thought I could quit working all together! He buzzed his supervisor, and then security

3 days later

The ship was full of sentient beings. It was a millitary ship, with soldiers. Cloned soldiers. There were civilians, many of them non human. This was an amazing discovery, so many new species. All peacefull, docked at the station.

2 days later

"Ok sir, at 0200 hours the Schreiber is set to dock. Havent got any messages or confirms from the ship, but its out there. Probly got hit by raiders or something." "Ok, get a containment team down there, dont want to get any spaceborne viruses from any survivors"

0200 hours. standard earth time

Captain Dominic Sanchez's eyes snapped open, he was scared. He felt like he was hanging from something, and looked aroung, he was stuck to a wall by some......."Oh god..." he said to himself. He remembered everything. He felt a odd sense in his chest, like somthing was moveing around
A calm, deep voice echoed through the empty halls "Five minutes until dock with station 58729"
"Oh god. Father, No!" He screamed. Father was the shipboard computer, responsibe for axilaries, and autopilot functions. He felt  a sudden pain in his chest. He yelled out, and coughed. The pain came agian and he coughed up blood, screaming. His chest was bleeding now. His screams were cut off. The small snake-like creature emerged from its host, and cried softly. Telling its guardians it was here.

"Okay, I want a nice clean operation you know the drill, Standard procedure." Sgt Kain said. His team was suited up, and they enterd the ship. The doors began to close behind them.

Robert Johnson turned down the volume on the moniters, he had been working double shifts for the past three days, he was tried "Just standard" He said to himself, kicking his feet up, onto the desk, he closed his eyes and fell assleep.

It had been about five minuets since the squad split up into two groups of two. The ship was big, in one group it would take hours, this cut the time in half. Lights were off, but they had shoulder lamps so it was fine. There was a hole in the deckplates. Kain's  partner looked downward, saying "Hey, sergent, look how far this goes" Kain was looking upward, into the darkness. "how far?" he said but his answer wans at all what he expected, there was a scream over the comm, and from right next to him. He looked to se what happend, yelling over the comm for a status report, but he was cut off, as the dark, clawed hands pulled him to his death.
no one, can hear you scream...

Dachande stood on the bridge, he clicked his mandibles thoughfully, holding his mask. The Kainde Amedha infested ship had reached a ooman space station. This was bad, the ooman were good prey, cunning, and able to make weapons, But they were arrogant, and stupid in many situations. The hard meat would spread fast.

(Dachande is my character, heres the sheet
Species:Yatuja
Gender:Male
Rank:Leader (possibly the highest rank a yatuja can obtain.)
Weapons: Combistaff, Dual shoulder burners, Wristblades, Disk, Speargun, Hand Burner (just a hand held plasmacaster) and dont forget the all powerfull overloading computer/bomb/thingy
Personality:Strong harsh unforgiving, the boss.

Name: Spade
Species: Genetical Enhanced Human Clone
Gender: Male
Designation: CT-3802
Occupation: Clone Elite Infantry
Armor: Standered Clone trooper armor. (episode three type) emblazoned with Legion color. (splashes of black on shoulders and chest)
Legion: 531st Elite Infantry
Rank: Private
Weapons: DC-17m (straped to leg) DC-15A, and clone trooper equipment.
Personality: Looks down on all non-clones. Likes to explore. Professional.

Spade marched in perfect unison with his borthers, prepareing to disinbark onto the new space station. He disliked the idea of meeting non-clones, he much rather spend his time with his brothers. But orders where orders. And he followed orders to the LETTER.

Spade and the platton he was in marched to the assembly area, where the civilians of the space station and the 531st Elite infantry Legion where about to be addressed by the leaders of this space station.

Dachande walked to the Kehrite, and found his warrior's waiting for him. They would be there within the hour. He looked at the yatuja, all standing ready. "Glory to all" he said, and turned began to head to the ramp.

(And now, in the legacy of the alien quadriology. this is where the s*$t hits the fan)

Robert woke up, and looked at the helmet cams. There was nothing realy wrong, the inside of the ship looked a little weird, mabey some science porject or experiment.. He turned up the volume on the moniter. "Kain, you there? Sgt. Kain respond."  He heard some odd, muffled grunts, and the camera swung around wildy. He checked the vitals of the team. Kain, and Lutenit Varras's were looked a little rough. But those suits are hot, and kind of hard to move in, so that may be an explination. He checked Private Samson's and Mike Vaquez's. They had flatlined.
He ran twoard the docking bay, and found everything normal. "Probably just an equipment failure." he said He turned from the door, and almost sliped in something. He crouched, and ran his fingers through it. Some odd slime like stuff. Sitcky. He felt somthing drip on the back of his neck.

He looked up, and began to scream. His creis were cut short, as death itself fell upon him.

"Fierfeck this is boring......." Thought Spade as he continued to stand at full attention, while he listened to the execedingly long and boring speech provided by the officials of this space station. He wished he could get back to the action of the front line. At least there he was doing some good for the war effort, all he was doing here was "looking pretty for the cives" as his drill sergeant would put it. He let out a long and overly dramatic sigh over the comm frequency he and his 50 other platton members used for private chats. His buddies  CT-3428 and CT-3449 stifled a laugh, "stop it!" wispered 28. "your gona get us in trouble!" Spade just smiled to himself and said: "Well SOME ones gota lift the mood, I mean this guy could talk the ears off a Gundark!" 28s shoulders where starting to visiblely shake, from stifled laughter.

"Johnson hasnt reported in yet. You two get down there and check on him. Knowing that guy, I'll bet hes assleep on watch."

Two security guards were dispatched to check on the man. They didnt find him at his post, so they went down to where the ship was docked. They were talking, one of them started to tell a joke, but the joke died in his throat.
They found him. Or, what was left of him. There was a dark....thing, standing over him, riping chunks of meat from the corpse. It's eyeless face turned twoard them, and hissed. They ran, and the thing bolted after them, imposibly fast, and pounced on one of the guards. He fell, screaming, but the other didnt stop.

He had to trigger the alarm. He reached the abandond scurity booth, and slamed his hand to the button, he turned to close and bolt the door, and the creature was there, jaws open to reveal an extra mouth. It hissed, and the guard, stared into it's face. The alarm began to ring, and the alien's inner jaws shot forward, punching through the guards skull.

Dachande was ready. So were his hunters. The ship was there, they just needed to dock now. That would not take long.

Spades second joke died in his throat as the alarm went off, he didnt move intill the Platton leader said so. And when he did 24, 49 and him assumed a defensive position guard the battions left flank. "Orders sir?" He asked the captain.

Dachande's ship docked, and they were greeted by humans, who they promptly killed. Judgeing from the amount of noise, the Kainde Amedha were already out. They ran into more humans. They killed them quickly, and brutaly. They were here for the queen. Nothing else.

Name: James Fortesque (a descendant of Daniel Fortesque, my quarantine character)
Species:Human
Gender:Male
Rank:Sergeant Major
Weapons: ZX-32 Rifle with shotgun attachment, grenades, combat knife, .44 magnum( a more futuristic one of course)
Equipment:Heat vision goggles, Jet boots, Carbinox armor/full bodied assault armor(helmet extends from back of neck over the head for traversing space, 30 min of oxygen)
Personality:Expert tactician, excellent combat skills, easy going, man of honor

Stasis tube's lid hissed to life and eased open. Fog from the chamber spilled out and James breathed in his first manual breath in 3 months. He walked off the muscle cramps and rubbed his eyes. Looks like they reached Earth finally. He yawned and got to a computer console, turning it on. He looked around. There was no one in the room. When hes released from hibernation theres supposed to be an attendant. The computer switched on and showed condition red was active. "Oh Jesus...." he thought. The only other time he is supposed to be woken is in emergencies. Condition red automatically released him to defend the station. "Not good, not good..." He thought. He activated the comm link on the computer and tried to page security, no response. He ran to the storage cell next to his stasis tube and inputed the code. His valuable equipment was extremely important now. The cell door slid up and he grabbed his most important thing, his state of the art Carbonox armor, only given to exceptional Sergeant Majors. He put the pieces of the armor on and activated the helmet, which slid over his face and activated the HUD to see if everything was working. It was and he deactivated the helmet. He checked the energy levels of his jet boots, they were operational and automatically recharging from the armors power cell. He strapped his grenades, .44 magnum, and his combat knife to his belt and grabbed his ZX-32 Rifle with shotgun attachment and ammo. He was ALWAYS prepared. He checked himself once more and then walked to the Stasis room door with his rifle leveled. The door slid open and revealed the hallway to be bathed in blood and gore, lights flickering and dying above.
"Dear god.........."

Dachande was in the front. This would bring him more honor, as, he ws the leader.He walked slowly, wary of any traps. All over the station doors were lacking, and now, lights were failing. Soon the hive would spread. It was absolutly nessicary that they made their way ti the queen and retrived her before this happend.
There was a grunt from behind him. He turned and saw Ka'rochta looking up He followed his gaze upward.
Above him there was a ragged hole in the ceiling. He switched visionsetings on his mask. He could clearly see at least five xenomorphs above Ka'rochta.
They poured out of the hole, and the battle began.

(btw my guy's armor looks like this, just no spikes and a bigger HUD http://www.gamespot.com/users/golden_eagle93/view_image?id=bIJat0sv7hmU5RDi )

Fort, as he is sometimes refered to, slowly walked through the horrific hallway pointing the light on his rifle around the dark corners. He couldn't recognize anyone from what was left of the body parts. He did find something interesting however. Amongst the strewn body parts and blood he found several spots in the floor and walls that had been eaten away by kind of chemical subsance. He noticed no plasma residue, so whoever did this wasn't using plasma weapons. His HUD however showed traces of bio fluid. This was secreted. Alright well now he knew what he was dealing with. A beast like alien who secreted some kind of powerful acid. This meant he'd have to keep his helmet on at all times to the carbonox armor could protect him against it. He couldn't swim in the acid of course, if he wasn't careful the acid would eat through, but it isn't the best protection money can buy for nothing. He moved on, heading for Security Level B7, the closest one.

(Dachande: http://avp.ugo.com/pictures/showPicture.php?n=Alien%20vs.%20Predator&i=6&l=/images/comics/&t=17&c=Comics&sc=Alien%20vs.%20Predator&p=Pictures)

They were all dead. Dachnade had fell through a hole in the deck, along with five of the aliens. He killed them all with his staff. He could hear the fighting still going on above, but he could not get back up. He activated his shift suit(cloak) and went down a blood staind hallway, marked with acid, looking for the hive.
(headed your way Valthonin.)

( i really think we should have pictures of our characters for every RPG, helps with forming pictures in your head)

Fort continued along the bloody hallway and came upon the security terminal. It was totaled. The main comm link was destroyed so he couldnt call for help. He moved the lifeless body of a security officer off the controls and wiped the blood of the monitor. He checked the station's statis. The code red was still active and the cameras showed no life signs that he could see at the moment. He would have to go to the other side of the huge station to call for help.....damn. He left the terminal and continued down the hallway, then stopped. He heard footsteps...in front of him. They were headed...towards him, yes towards him. there was a right turn up ahead so Fort went back to the terminal and stood behind the door, looking at the corner and waiting for the unknown creature heading his way.

Dachande switched to thermal. He had heard something, and had his staff ready. He looked at a door, and crouched, walking to the door.

Fort definitely heard the steps coming very close. He didn;t have time to reach into his pack and add the heat vision attachment to his helmet. He didnt understand. He heard him, but didnt see a thing. The busted lights above weren't helping either. Wait a second...sparks from a broken light fell yet did not him the floor. They seemed to collide with something in midair. He looked closer and flashed his light on the area. He could see very minor distortions, and a trail of bloody footsteps leading up to that point. A clocking device. A one man cloaking device. Increadible. Fort had only heard myths of such things. Needless to say he also heard that the users were very deadly. He aimed at the distortion, now moving towards him and fired.

The bullets hit Dachande's armor, ricocheting off. He stood, and deactivated his shiftsuit. He drew his staff, and roared. The ooman looked suprised, but that was imposible to tell, it was wearing armor. Dachande still stood almost twice it's size.
He swung his staff, amazingly quick.

Fort ducked as the staff nearly missed his head and crushed the door frame he was next to. He ran back into the security terminal and behind the computer console. He backed up against the wall and nearly fell into a huge hole created by the acid. The alien sprung after him and Fort jumped into the hole in the wall, which sent him falling about 2 stories down. He hit the floor and looked up, he didn't recognize the room he was in, it may have just been a big office for some high ranking officer. At the end of the room however there were 2 big black masses devouring the remains of a human corpse. They were like something out of a nightmare, skinny and bony, jet black sleek skin. It appeared as it if had no eyes. One looked up at him as its spikey tail waived lazily behind it. It must have heard the fall, it hissed in anger at him and the other one looked in his direction. Fort was definitely in trouble.

Dachande looked down the hole. He could fit through. He dived downward, rolling as he landed, and killing the xenomorphs with his dual plasmacasters, he drew his staff again, and attacked the human. This was his kill. And he would not let the Kainde Amedha interfere.

(Whats Kainde Amedha?)
Fort watched the alien kill the acid spitting creatures, taking note of his weapons and technique. As he turned towards Fort with the staff again he was already running towards the door. He ran through the automatic door and tossed a grenade behind him to delay the pursuer. He ran out of the room and into a large lobby where an intense battle was being fought. There were several of the humanoid aliens and more of the acid spitting ones. The humanoid ones did possess great combat skill, however the acid spitters were numerous, agile, and ferocious. Fort ran into the fray and began to kill acid spitters because they seemed easier to kill than the smarter humanoid ones, they were also more numerous. 20 or so acid spitters erupted from a hallway and began to overwhelm the humanoid aliens. His pursuer then burst from the room behind him.

Dachande almost paniced, luckily, the human's metal was being disolved by the Kainde Amedha's blood (xenomorphs) and the grenade fell through the floor. Dachande sprinted through the door, targeting the armored ooman with his shoulder-burners. He fired.

Plasma shots began to hit Fort's armor and he ducked for cover behind the lobby's main desk. One of the humanoid aliens was shooting at him, most likely the one that was chasing him...which unfortunatly, seemed to be the biggest of them. The plasma shots were destroying the counter and it really wouldn't last for long. He crawled towards the other side of the counter and fired back.

(Not bullets, Ever see predator. big plasma bolt thingy)

"Form up!" yelled the cammander. Mutible creatures burst from the ceiling droping to the ground attacking the scattering legion of clones. "FIRE!" Yelled the cammander once more. The clones opened up, but where uncordinated and lost many solders. "This way!" yelled Spade he led his friends down a corrider. Retreating from the sounds of his brothers screams.

(you alright there mandal? my ignorance of predator isnt that funny...and the last time i saw predator was about 7 years ago....anywho ill edit that)

(you mean that "LOL" thing?)

Yes, you make meesa cry......

(no I wasnt saying LOL about that. I was saying "LOL" to the "whats a Kainde Amedha?" thing)

(You didnt know either. I told you over AIM.)
the shots would have hit Dachande, but a xenomorph pounced infront of him, trying to get at another yatuja. It was killed, Dachande charged, and dived at the ooman.

( I said "LOL" before you told me)

no, you said LOL after I told you. I told you soon after I made teh topic.

Spade raced down the corrider with 32 and 49 right behind him. They could hear some of the things where following them. They ran faster.

"This way!!" he yelled. They changed direction heading for statis chambers. Hoping to get reinforcements.

He could hear the sounds of battle up ahead...

Dachande's prey ran. He would deal with him later, the Kainde Amedha and his warrior's lives were his primary concern. He reached outward, and grabed one of the drones by the neck. He threw the creature away, and decapitated it with a quick flick of his staff. Another pounched on him, knocking him to the ground. One of his hands flew up, to hold the thing's head away from him, he rolled, pining the creature, his left leg holding the creature's legs from mauling him. He leaned to the right quickly. A black spearpoint stabbed at the air where his head was, the xenomorph's tail. He grabbed it with his free hand, and rammed it forward, killing the alien with its own weapons. he threw the corpse away, and reached his hand upward, grabing one of the hatchlings. This was bad. If the hatchlings were loose, it meant the hive had grown amazingly fast.
The station would soon be a home of the dead.

'Hostiles!" Yelled 38. "Rifles up!" they could see more of the creatures poring out of the main entrance from enginering. They sprayed there blue fire, trying to qwell this swarm of the enemie.

Fort ran out of the lobby but stopped as the door closed to the chaos behind him. He looked at the map of the station on the wall next to him. Both the long range communications room and the hengar was on the other side of the lobby, he needed to get through the battle to an exit on the other side. He walked into the lobby again and ran into the fray. He lost sight of his pursuer, he must have been fighting some of the acid spitters. He shot and killed 3 acid spitters and 1 of the humanoid ones that attacked him. He tossed a grenade into a mass of aliens in front of him and it sent corpses and acidic blood flying. He held up an acid spitters body, which seemed to be immune to the acid, for protection against the acid. He ran through the mess and to the door he was looking for. He ran a ways down and shot back at some acid spitters chasing him. He passed engineering and came upon some acid spitters being killed by men in white armor using some kind of laser or plasma rifles.

"Hold them off!" yelled Spade. He detected motion behind him. He Spun around rifle raised. But he stoped when he saw who it was. "hey you!" he shouted at the stranger. "care to help out?"

Dachande had killed many of them, he grabbed a hatchling, and held it, charging the newcomers.
he threw the hatchling at one of the white armored soldiers (the guy right next to yours Mandal) and watched as the thing used acid to burn through the helmet, and latch onto the screaming man inside, he tried to yank it off, but the facehugger was already attached, and the clone soon passed out. He fired with his shoulder burners, and his hand burner as well.
The batttle raged around him

"38!!!!!!" screamed Spade. He shot off the evil little creature that was on his friend with a skillfuly aimed blaster shot. He quickly ran to 38 side. "Brother are you a alright?" Spade asked. 38, just stared blindly into space jabbering something incoherent. "hes going into shock!' "fall back, fall back!!" he screamed, to his remaining brothers.

Three of them landed behind Dachande, they fell to the ground, blood eating through floor, dead after the Yatuja's staff cut through them. He replaced his staff, and drew his disc. He locked onto one of the oomans, and threw it, the disc cut through the humans leg, and it fell, screaming. The apparent leader tried to help, but the fallen yelled something. Dachande recorded it with his voice loop, it may be usefull later. He stepped up to the fallen soldier, who rolled, and struck out, with a wrist mounted weapon. It was to slow. Dachande grabbed the soldier wrist and crushed it. The man grunted. "Goodbye." Dachande said, the words coming out soft, and quiet. The voice was not his. But one he had recorded from a human. He raised his staff, and brought it down.

Spade retreated through a large door and the sealed it off with a bulkhead frying the controls with a plasma burst.

Spade took off his helmet a whiped away a few tears that where begining to form in his eyes. He stared at the little water that was in his gloved hand.
"come on your better than this!" he silently told him self.
your right he wispered.

He replaced his helmet and ran off seeking vengance, chanting in Mando'a.

Dachande was at the door, he would not be able to get through this easily. He grunted in anger. "Crafty prey" he muttered. "Your skull will make a goo-" He was interuped by a hiss. He looked up. His disk was still in his hand. He swept his arm upward, leaning his head back at the same time. The extra mouth shot out, not reaching his face. The front of the xenomorph's head fell off, and the body fell forward. Dachande grabbed it, and pressed the still bleeding wound against the door. The acid began to eat through.

Fort had retreated with the armored soldiers. They didn't seem hostile towards him and were fighting the other aliens. They could definitly help him. The one that had spoken to him had lost a comrade and was mourning him at the moment, he sure knew what that felt like...
"Who are you?" Fort asked him

Spade looked at the Marine at replyed comeing to attention: I am CT-3802 of the 531st Elite Infantry, warrior of the Grand Army of the Republic.

The work was almost done. The metal was soft, eaten. Dachande drew his staff, and thrust it at the metal breaking through. The spear came out at head level for the humans, right between them.

"sh*t"! yelled Spade as he backed away from the spear. He could see the acid eating threw the door. He readyed him self for a vicious onslaught. Throwing away his DC-15, he pulled out his back up weapon: a top-of-the-line DC-17 multi interchangable weapon system. He set the saftey to the off position, and attached the anti-armor attachment to his rifle...things where about to get messy...

Dachande came through the hole in the door, he swung the staff at the clone. The clone pointed a weapon at him, and Dachande grabbed it, throwing it to the side. The other human attacked him from behind, but Dachande ducked. He spun, kicking the clones legs out from under him, before he could go after the weapon. He stood, and backhanded the other human.

Fort didnt get the chance to respond CT-3802, the big humanoid alien had made it throught the door and a close quarters battle begun. The alien backhanded Fort's helmet and it sent him flying into the wall. However his proximity to him would allow him to use his expert knowledge of CQC (close quarters combat). He shouldered his machine gun and brought out his magnum with his right hand and his large combat knife with his left. He held them in a position that had the knife held upside down in the left hand and the handle of it below the handle of the gun. Before standing up he slashed at the alien's achilles tendon.

Dachande kicked out at the clone, bringing his head down slightly. He saw the flash of metal where his foot had been, and he turned grabbing the other human, and throwing him. He landed about ten feet away and Dachande ran forward and tackled the human, who was standing now, knocking them back five or six feet. Unfortuanatly, the ground they landed on had been near a dead alien, and the floor was eaten away by acid. It couldent hold their combined and the floor gave beneath them. The next deck, was also eaten enougth to buckle beneath them, and they fell  agian, landing two decks beneath their original position. An alien broke Dachandes fall, luckily it was half dead already.
( i dont know if that landing would knock you out or anything.)

(is this me or spade?)

You)

Fort was disorientated for a few moments and couldn't immediatly stand. His armor took most of the fall's danger away, but the fact is he just fell through two floors, and it hurt. He reached for his ZX-32 but couldn't find it. After a few seconds his HUD came back into display and he saw it. It was behind the enormous alien standing over him. Slowly, Fort looked up and slowly reached for his magnum. He'd go down fighting.

(\This is where you help me out Mandal)

Dachande saw the human reaching for something, he squatted down, and grabbed it first. He held it, looking at it, then threw it back behind him. He grabbed the human by the under ams, and lifted him.
Dachnade pointed at him, challenging him.