RPG: In Space No One Can Hear You Scream - SW vs Aliens (Page 2 of 4)

Rolland continued to soar through space towards E34-JC when his comlink went off. He answered before it finished ringing.
"What?"
"Rolland, it's me. I've pulled up the file on the planetoid you're going to. It's really nothing special. It's just a dusty old moon." said the voice on the other end of the comlink.
"Your point?We're going underground for the mission, so that's a moot point."
"Jeez, sorry. What's the 'mission', anyway?"
"Go there, get a sample, get out."
"Wait, you're gonna actually let one of the Xeno's live?"
*click*
Rolland felt like an idiot. He was going to assisst the LIVE capture of a Xenomorph. That was unacceptable. He'd only let a xenomorph live once, and that was his queen friend. He sure as heck wouldn't do it again. What would he do?

The larty shuttered as it hit a patch of turbulence, josteling the commandos inside. Aarcee unbuckled and walked up towards the cockpit.
"How far to the designated LZ?" he asked holding himself up with the back of the pilot's chair.
"ETA 3 minutes sir." the pilot replied not taking his eyes off the controls. "Now you might want to have a seat sir, we've hit a patch of rocky air and it's gonna get bumby."
Aarcee nodded and returned to his seat next to Jag.

Gustavo watched as a mercenary finished off one of the specimins. The mercenary nor the alien had been aware of his presence. He cautiously approached the damaged door. " Don't shoot" he said, leaning against the wall next to the door. "I'm on your side."

"Heh....How did you get here? I gave no one security clearance to get in this base. But it doesn't matter now. We're gonna need all the help we can get....It seems we have a problem. Name's Mattias...Mattias Nilson, and I'm head of security around here. Well, exept for Alien Containment, but that's a different department. And you?" Nilson asked.

"I'm Gustavo Perez, I'm a bounty hunter and I've come to capture one of those specimens alive. Shouldn't be too difficult, considering this place is full of 'em. Where are you headed? I might be of assistance, and maybe you could help me capture one of those things, considering you work here."

"Touching down." The pilot of the LAAT/i said over the COM. "Good luck out there boys, radio if you need an extraction."
The doors of the larty slid open and the commandos jumped out onto the surface of the dusty moon.  The instalation was little more than a large duracrete bunker complex, barely rising off the surface. Aarcee's transponder began to ping as he studied the structure.
"That's the place all right, pity they couldn't drop us off at the front door." he said unshouldering his carbine and racking the charging slide. The other commandos did the same. "No sense in waiting outside while the mercs do our work eh boys? Now do remember we need at least one speciman alive. I wont get my shebs chewed off by command if we come back empty handed, understood?"
The commandos nodded silently. Aarcee slid open his grenade launcher tube and popped an HE round into the breach and slammed it shut.

Rolland brought his ship in for landing with the latty and hopped out. He strapped on the holsters for his vast armory of weapons, and placed them all in their correct areas. He followed the clonetroopers as they headed towards the base. Rolland went ahead & pulled out his Carbonite Freeze Gun, just in case of a surprise attack. It was crunch time.

"Well, is that it?" Rolland asked. "We just gonna snag one of these & leave?"
One commando nodded. "I guess so." The commando approached a keyboard and attempted to open one of the vats without waking the creature. He pressed the wrong button. Every vat opened and the aliens awoke.
"Oh..." Rolland muttered obscenities under hsi breath as he drew his EE-3's.

Aarcee let the merc take the lead with his caronite gun, that type of weapon might be very useful he thought to himself.
The other clone commando, Aden was it? missed the latty leaving just Jag and himself. He wasn't too worried he would watch Jag's back and hopefully he would return the favor. Aarcee shook his head as the image of his seargent bleeding in his arms floated back.
They approached the bunker like complex. Utterly silent accept for the scrape of gravel and dust under his boots.
There was only one way in and he didn't like that, he could also tell by the way Jag tilted his head that he wasn't too happy either.
The three approached the door, he expected it to be locked but to his suprise it slid open with a small hiss. Aarcee stepped inside, his carbine sweeping the room for hostiles. He was only met by numberless tubes of the aliens suspended in some kind of liquid.
"Well, is that it?" the merc said. "We just gonna snag one of these & leave?"
Aarcee nodded. "That's the plan." he pulled out his datapad from his belt pouch and approached the keyboard.
Taking a small cable he attached it to the keypad. Command was supposed to have programmed the access codes into the device, making it a simple job.
The merc and Jag stood by as Aarcee began to access the keypad. He frowned inside his helmet. The system was locked down attempting to open one of the vats could trigger the entire sector; and that would be bad news.
Aarcee contacted Jag through a private COM channel. "Jag this is not good, the scientists must've panicked and locked the system down." Aarcee said watching the screen. "If we attempt to open one of these vats, the whole sector might leave containment."
"That's really not what I wanted to hear." Jag replied. "Give it a go anyways I suppose, we have no other choice. We need at least one alive."
"Acknowledged." Aarcee replied. "Here goes." he punched the access code into the keypad.
An alarm began ringing as the entire room of vats opened and the aliens flopped onto the floor, dripping in the fluids from the vats that held them.
"Fierfek!" Aarcee said ripping his datapad back and grabbing his deece.
"OUT, NOW OUT!" Jag shouted firing into the hissing mob of aliens. Aarcee followed suit taking out 3 with a burst of laser fire.
Jag grabbed the merc and threw him outside as Aarcee walked backwards towards the door, desperately trying to hold back the tide of black horrors that rushed their position.
His deece clicked dry. "Damn it all." He said to himself not bothering to slap in another charge. He turned and ran towards the door, doing a perfect shoulder roll outside just as the door slammed shut.
Jag and the merc were panting on the ground as the sound of hundreds of the creatures slamming into the door reached them.
"Don't these things have acid blood?" Jag asked picking himself up.
Aarcee nodded. "That's what intel says." he looked over his shoulder at the door, large dents were appearing. "Once those things realize they can't break through, they'll use that nasty acid of theirs to get out." he turned toward Jag and the merc and slammed another charge into his carbine. "It won't hold them for long."

((Heh....I'm in the base on the moon. That's why I fought an Alien, Not on some random cruiser. I'm not sure where you got that, MA.))

(Grov also has a ryyk blade)       
          The Phantom's Revenge touched down on the small, dusty moon. Grov surveyed the seen before him. There were two clone commandos and one mercenary besides himself. Grov left the cockpit and headed for his armory. He shouldered his explosive pack and his disruptor and picked up his bowcaster with the ryyk blade.
          The clone troopers turned as a new ship landed in their midst. The other merc gazed silently at the door. A robust man descended from the ship onto the bleak moon. His was covered in armor with a gas mask and large pack on his back. He had a bowcaster in his arms and a blade on his hip.
          The merc approached the group and addressed them, "Name's Grov Vontross. Need any help?"
          One the commandos eyed him and said, "You're just in time, my friend."....

(( Sorry guys!  Man I'm such a newb.  First RPG, and I'm already messing up... Not good))

Finally, the shuttle landed at the installation.  Aden had been anxious to get off, so he quickly (but sincerely) thanked the pilot, gathered his equipment, and jumped out of the LAAT-1.  He surveyed the area with a quick and practiced eye, and, finding no immediate threat, tried to triangulate the signal from Jag's commlink.  If it was successful, he would be able to home in on his superior's location. 
Finally, over there!  The signal was weak, so he'd have to trek a long ways.  But at least he knew where his commander was.  Aden only hoped he wasn't to late.