Let The Games Begin..

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Slightly steaming chapter ahead, you have been warned. Rated MA for a reason..

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The rapidly escalating ringing beep of the tracking unit had him totally shitting bricks but not for one instant did the boyish shit eating grin stop twisting his lips. Big fucking signal sure but he was fully loaded and able to totally kick ass. Acidic ass. Synthetic ass. Even bat shit crazy whiteys with their freaky high IQ’s would NOT be able to like totally matrix out and bend away from the bullets, grenades and harsh language that would be coming their way. Hudson cocked a look over to his left flank and then at his right.

The new friends were just stood there as if he’d just communicated that it was a bunch of busty babes coming to meet them and not a handful of alien bugs. Shaking his head and eyeing his tracker again he felt the nervous twitch start off in his left eye. He wasn’t scared.

He WAS not afraid.

Oh boy was he not afraid of the black sons a bitches.

Hudson flicked the sniper sight of his pulse rifle and then compressed the grenade launcher, priming the nozzle for manual firing. The haunting beeping was getting close together and if the readings were right there were possibly a maximum of six, six for fucksakes, bug fuckers that were strolling towards them. Scratch that, there they were.

Hudson spat as the bulbous elongated heads came into view. Only three of them. Hmph. Raising the muzzle of his weapon and compressing the trigger, Hudson brought the rain. Whooping and hollering he managed to scream “Contact” into the communication unit before the whooping and hollering commenced again.

He grinned as their bodies were torn apart by his peltering. Their death screams were orgasmic to him. A cross between a shriek and a hiss that was uttered full pelt and then just died. Like them. If he had been closer he would of probably made a face at the smell of the acid that was now starting to eat through the surrounding area. Taking care of three took only a handful of seconds, especially in an open space where ambushes were made easy.

Cocking a look over his shoulder he discovered that the new friends were still stood there, weapons raised, extended whatever the hell as if waiting for him to fuck up.

Grinning Hudson yanked the comm. unit clear and gave the all clear.

“First and second clear. Waves clean. Yo Johner where you and Hicks at, man.”

There was a mediocre static buzz before he was answered. Johner sounded about as pleased as he was.

“Yo man, four of the bastards. Heading in further. Not a big place on top. Labs near the launching bays according the schemies. Ripley, Call already there. Kid and Vaz are scouting for the synth. Too easy to get in here man. Hicks says Forth and Long, 2 minutes.”

Hudson wiped the sweat from his brow and with an easy move slung his pulse rifle and took out a shotgun. After LV426 like Hicks, Hudson kept one of these handy for close encounters. He looked at the two hunters that had his flanks and grinned as he walked past.

“Time to go see the candy man..”

Hudson trod carefully. Trust Johner to fuck with him and send him down death alley where he had to avoid the carcasses of the bugs. Fucking a’hole. Looking down the corridor he sighted a flashlight doing a dance at the end and whistled twice.

“Yo, somebody call for an exterminator or what?”

He picked up the pace when the two shadows behind him suddenly over took him, bounding over the still slightly smoking bodies blocking the way and landing gracefully along side others that had come along for the party.

“Vaz and the Kid?”

“Call’s working on the power and they are walking the ‘rim. Trackers are saying it’s clean. Whole place is an ode to Dawn of the dead pre zombie attack and I don’t like it.”

“Hicks man, what’s to like? Bug shit.”

As to emphasis the point Hudson hocked a loogie and spat it at the nearest bug head that hadn’t been blown to bits.

H’tch was slightly disappointed. There was prey here but not a lot. Most of them were in hiding. The ooman pack had said they could hunt whatever the found, ooman and alien and confusingly something they referred to as ‘synths’. This he did not understand. There had been brief explanations; the most prominent was that they could kill whatever moved as long as it wasn’t them. The ooman technology through amusing and somewhat primitive was too bulky for his tastes and they seemed to rely heavily on projectiles.

Not everyone, he thought darkly. His little female was nowhere to be seen and neither was Di’Sha. She was quick, agile and perfectly capable to defend herself but he got the distinct impression that she was used a primary point of attack. How could the youngest of a clan be used such? What happened to skill coming with age?

The mouthy male Hudson was very ungracefully spitting in the direction of fallen hard meat while flapping his lips about ‘bug shit’ and ‘how pissed off he was’. Not bothering to greet the new bloods shadowing their ooman team member he narrowed his eyes when the talk was switched to the females. Aa’Ro was with them and for that he supposed he should be grateful should they get into trouble. It was his experience that while females of any kind could have the potential to be every bit at being as adept as the males they had an uncanny knack of attracting or finding trouble.

Unable to ignore this fact he activated his communicator.

“Aa’Ro. Status report.”

“.. Ahh. H’tch. I am currently surrounded by an abundance of female flesh. Your little female certainly is feisty but not as much as the one that will be honored by my perseverance at the victory feast. Mmm.. Delightful smelling beings aren’t they.”

“I did not ask you for a report on the ooman females, Status. Report.”

H’tch didn’t bother keeping the biting hiss from his words. Delightful scents indeed. Fighting the urge to force the ooman pack males to immediately descend on their females H’tch walked straight past them and knocked aside the barrier they were trying to pry away. He was able to walk through the mess that the perfect prey had left behind, mangled messes of what was once oomans, each with a whole the size of his head through their chests or the heads in some cases. Here and there weapons were strew across the floor and the lights from behind him illuminated the casings that each had spat in an attempt to cull the tide.

A swift head count and a second of mathematics had H’tch wondering. So far they had discovered varying pockets of those that had been used for hatching and those that had either chosen death or had been fallen upon. This latest brought the count to nearly thirty. A sizable hive if there was one. No queenly signature had been found nor no nest site. Puzzling. It was as if the hard meats were cultivated. Cultivated better than he and his would normally do.

A burst of static suddenly had his ooman compatriots whirling and huddling together just as a series of monstrous booms and the heavy sound of ooman weaponry resonating through the quiet skeletal structure.

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She heard them, their voices soft, beckoning not only her but she heard them whispering to her mother as well. Ripley had told her that she was to announce her presence, something she had never done before and wait for them. Under the pretence of getting power back to the facility Call would arm the bombs in case things went south and that at the first sign of trouble she was to pick up sticks and run, causing the horde to panic and follow wherever she ran to.

She didn’t like the slick whisperings or the unfamiliar thoughts. They saw Vasquez beside her. They hissed their displeasure and sadness when they were barred from her physically by another door or barrier. Chase was sure she would have a headache from listening to them talk. There was not chaos just a boring singularity. A single impulse for unity. Glancing at Vasquez she wondered if she voiced what they wanted, what they were saying would she turn that interesting shade of green white that Hudson did when shit usually hit or if she would be angry.

A faint scrabble behind her had her whirling. They had made another hole. Glaring down the dark corridor she sent this aggression into her thoughts, it was enough to make them slow down but not to make them stop. I don’t like this..

Turning Chase started to herd and push Vasquez along panic was not something she had felt before but things were different now. She had never ever been allowed free rein when clearing a world of aliens and she was not sure if she liked it. It was too easy to become swept up in the need to wipe them out, the territorial urge almost swept her mindful state clean but mother was there soothing and then scolding when she tossed Vasquez up the flight of stairs and yanking her along the smallish air vent in an effort to lose them.

And then there were the thoughts about the jerks. They were hesitant, not fearful but they gave them more mind than they did her. It irked. Scrap that it properly pissed her. Narrowing her eyes at the pitch that was still there and then eyeing the hatch that led to where the others were waiting in ambush she was struck by a wayward thought. It was not her own. It was warm. No other way to describe it. Confused she dithered on the ladder until the soft beeping started to up in tempo.

Vasquez hissed at her.

“Shit, no time for sight seeing. Move ass.”

Chase still hesitated on the last rung, half in and half out. She could take them. It would be easy to run, have them follow and pick them off one or two at a time. The light was suddenly blocked. Vasquez. Glancing at the furious expression peering down at her, Chase hoisted herself easily up the last six rungs and out into the sunshine.

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Ripley tightened the grip on the scientist’s neck. It, she refused to think of it as human, whimpered pitifully or at least it did until Chase seemed to shoot out of the emergency exit, preceded by Vasquez. Anticipation was rolling off her in waves and she understood the need that her young felt. The need to carve and gnaw her way through a rival hives, to make way for them. Watching the light way Chase circled the hatch and then eyed the service elevator behind her in her dancey predatory state Ripley suppressed a smirk.

She would keep one alive to tell the tale to the USM fools.

“Your Number Eight.”

A faint ‘ching’ of metal breaking off under onslaught beneath them made him silent and then look at the hatch near him. The scientist began to babble, stammering here and there until she sliced a look at him and saw the beads of sweat and smelled the rank scent that was his fear.

Shaking him, she spoke softly.

“They are your pet science projects.. Silly human. Do you expect me to piss myself like you are so close to doing? I’m no longer completely human thanks to you and yours. I find myself fearing nothing these days.”

Flinging the rambling man from her personal space it took a mere second until he found himself swallowing a bullet. A shocked gasp from the other surviving scientist had her smiling grimly.

“Twenty of them. Is that all? You’ll have to do better than that. No queen and a hand full of synthetic rejects and you expect me to be.. Impressed?”

Ripley stressed the word ‘impressed’ and noted with satisfaction that her crew picked up on the conversation. Flashing her black claw like nails at the remaining scientist she was pleased when he seemed more inclined to speak.

“They left us here. Three days and they’ll be back. I’m just a technician who signed on to make some quick cash! I don’t know nuttin! Nuttin man. These black insects got loose and started to pick us off one by one. I don’t know anything.”

“You know nothing? Well.. You’re about to find out..”

The tracker units were a flurry of noise as they all jogged to take up positions behind varying tips of machinery outside the facility.

Taking point Ripley smoothed the barrel of her pulse rifle and then ran a hand down her thigh feeling for the metal rod she kept handy at all times. Picking apart her brothers and sisters was easy as pie she thought with a mirthless laugh. Casting her eyes behind her she saw the line of hunters behind them, with the appearance of merely watching. Well boys, it will be one hell of a show.

The hatch blew open and was soon heaving with a trio of bodies. Ear piercing shrieks shattered the quiet a mere second before the full on booming voice of seven varying artillery machine guns. Ripley kept her stance over the now peeing man alternating between looking at where the aliens were trying to come out of and using the hive mind to see if any where intent on playing dirty.

The link was surprisingly quiet, there was only one train of thought and that was for them to get where she and her crew was. Casting a look to her left Ripley took in the almost regal audience they had and lifted a brow. Many of them seemed to want to storm down from where they were loftily watching them work and join in.

Chase it seemed was intent on the service elevator that was casting a shadow over her tiny frame. It wasn’t empty it seemed. Motioning with a subtle shake of her head at Hicks who immediately took her child’s flank, Ripley turned round and faced the now littered ground before her that was smoking in places and was being danced on by a victoriously joyous Hicks and Johner.

A soft chime was all the warning they got.

Whirling like a dervish Ripley’s eyes widened in alarm as another albeit smaller packs of alien drones filed out, hissing and shrieking in the rage. She smirked as a drone that was charging Hicks was sent flying and with a twirl of a small hand a set of perfectly drooling jaws were severed, their owner crumbling into the dust in a delightful heap.

Still smirking Ripley leant against the once pristine APC vehicle and watched as her young did a slide from a full pelt run that would had a pro baseball player turning green with envy and then as quick as you like shouldering an obviously young drone out of the way and viciously attacking another with the shanks she favored.

She could have closed her eyes listening to the vibrant little snarls that she easily picked out from the rabid hissing and high pitched shrieking. It was over in a matter of minutes, four alien bodies in heaps, Chase stood in the center of them not even appearing to be out of breath or have broken a sweat. Looked like one of the aliens had gotten lucky, Ripley’s eyes traced a wicked trio of claw marks that started at the chest and ended below the ribs.

The ripped fabric fluttered softly in the wind.

She would have Call check the injury but it would be healed in a matter of hours. The slight figure of her daughter stayed that way for a few moments and then seemingly shook herself and looked over her shoulder at her mother.

Ripley inclined her head and turned, the sign for job well done. A sickeningly moist squelch was heard then and Ripley suppressed a smile as Hudson immediately went into man PMS mode. This was fucked, that was fucked up, that was gross and why did she always have to take the tongues, maaaan?

Ignoring it all Ripley nudged Call who immediately tapped into the lab system, sending an automatic distress beacon. They had after all gotten what they needed now. They would raid the galley, hit the yard for parts and whatever else took their fancy.

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It appeared that both species shared the same ideas when it came to celebrations. Too much alcohol and enough food to make you sick and then get some more booze.

They had been welcomed back as heroes, the kid dragging a drone behind her and Call carrying a dozen inner mouths. The kid was sent to their quarters injured and despite the fact that she had made a friend, Vasquez lips twitched at that, it seemed obvious that Ripley was not prepared to let her go to the ‘victory feast’ or whatever if the others were intent in joining in the festivities.

The way the big alien that had given her and the kid a beating from hell seemed to sort of hover and stare at Chase reminded her of a lion stalking a gazelle. Grinning she wondered if Chase would know what to do if she was hit on.

A loud yell pulled her from her train of thought.

Despite the fact that only they had actually tangled with a bug they all acted as if in some way they were all responsible for the successful almost ‘orientation’ clearing of a bug planet.

Stupid Penedjo’s.

A satisfyingly drunk smile was plastered across her face as she waded through the re-in enactments, they were seriously a bunch of pretentious pricks the lot of them. Acting all big and bad and for what? SHE was not impressed.

She was drunk and bored, a bit of a lethal combination if you were named Vasquez. The booze had an unfamiliar taste but this didn’t stop her stop her random walking, instead she dropped her neck back and sucked on the tube, the fiery liquid delightfully tumbled down to her stomach.

The clicking was annoying. Narrowing her eyes to her left she snarled at them.

“Hey! Yo cago en la leche de tu puta madre!!”

It was then that she realised that she had wandered down an unfamiliar corridor, this one looked like the others, covered in black metal and such but it was not one that she had ever been down before. Feeling more than a little bit frisky and comforted that she was packing Vasquez half skipped down the metal rabbit hole and found herself wishing that there were someone apart from Hicks, Hudson and Johner to celebrate with.

The kid had been sent to bed early to recover from receiving a wicked looking scratch and Call, Ripley and Vriess were content to ‘talk’ (as much as one could with the crabby guys..) instead of letting loose. Johner, the asshole ignored her pouty come on so here she was alone, instead of tucked up in bed with a big hunk of man seeing to her needs. Punching the wall, Vasquez made up her mind that she was going to get what she wanted, willing or not.

It was then that she suddenly felt warm breath against her neck and a pair of hands on her waist. Smiling to herself she leant back onto the rugged chest and surrendered to her hulking mans embrace.

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Aa’Ro could not take his eyes off the feisty warrior female. There hadn’t been any chance for him to make a successful assignation and she did not seem impressed by him showing his strength in the wrestling matches or by how much food and alcohol he could consume. Having been abandoned by an almost pouting H’tch upon learning that the female he desired was not attending Aa’Ro had almost given up until she walked away from the throngs and appeared to be carrying a bottle of his favorite brew. Unable to pass up such an opportunity he stole away after her.

He was impressed that she had made it as far as she did, after all oomans did not have the stomach to keep drinking real alcohol. But this female kept on impressing him. Her body, through short was hardened with muscle and the scattered scars that littered her body made her all that more irresistible.

A powerful female.

After watching her assault the wall and mumble in ooman tongue Aa’Ro made a decision, he would begin the game. It was easy to sneak up on her and when he began to squeeze her waist, emitting his mating musk upon her neck he felt a moment of triumph when she submitted so easily and snuggled into him. When she began to grind her backside against his crotch, he was hardening to the point of pain and let out a ragged growl of need. It was then that the female stiffened and pulled away slightly.

Aa’Ro kept his gaze level when she turned and faced him. He growled lowly and rubbed her shoulders while resting his forehead against hers and spoke in her tongue.

“..Pretty.. ooman..”

He watched with baited breath and noticed that she had indeed drunk a very substantial amount of special brew. Her gaze through still sharp was softer than he had seen it and her eyes were almost all pupil.

Feeling bold, the yautja slid a taloned hand down her shoulder and lightly scrabbled his claws against the soft rise of her hidden breasts, lowering his head to the female’s neck, rattled off another growl of enticement. A surge of pride in himself went through Aa’Ro’s body when he felt the first if timid response. The female moaned and closed her eyes, relaxing in his hold. It was all Aa’Ro needed.

Sliding an arm behind her shoulders and then kneeling to do the same behind her knees, swept the spitfire of a female off her feet and made a break for the elevator at the end of the corridor and then making a beeline for his quarters.

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The growl in her ear was a surprise but she had been enjoying the soft cuddle and wandering hands. It wasn’t Johner. She was further surprised to discover it was on the new friends and from the look in its eyes, a look the woman in her recognised, it wanted to do more than get its ass kicked or have a friendly chat.

It had started to knead her shoulders and when he had lowered its head to rest on hers she felt almost intoxicated. The warm breath took hers away and left her feeling strangely warm inside and not the familiar warmth that accompanied a good fuck or a six-pack of bourbon. She was drunk enough, she supposed then to not care that the one in front of her that was now kneading her breasts and doing so very well, was not human. It was male and obviously wanted her, unlike a certain oblivious asshole that was probably still carousing.

Vasquez resolve disintegrated completely when it told her that she was pretty. Ok, so it was a line it used in its own language as it came across so practised but it was nice being thought of as attractive. And so she had closed her eyes, breathing in that musky masculine scent and thought to hell with it. Submit. She opened her eyes again when she was suddenly bridal style in its arms and was being ran with towards the set of elevators. She stifled a smile when the male feverishly punched at the dials and growled dangerously in its throat at the slow response time.

It felt nice, despite the fact that it was an ugly son of a bitch and the crab like things on their faces freaked her out normally, the way it stared at her and brushed the sharpened points across her neck, cheeks and lips felt… dare she say it nice. It also had a bad case of wandering hands and when they were in the lift it had put her down and caged her with its body and steel banded arms, rubbing against her until all thought left her. Soon all she saw were the lust filled eyes of her soon to be alien lover and the ragged growls and rapid intakes of breath that sent her pulse racing.

A blink of an eye and they were running again, she chuckled when it punched a keypad outside a room and spun her in the doorway when it opened, practically jumping her then and there. The door closed with a whoosh behind them and the only sounds to be heard where two rapidly beating hearts and the ragged breaths both were breathing.

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Aa’Ro quickly got to work, the game had begun but the female by law could turn him away unless she found him completely suitable. Wasting no time he began to caress the female again and began to disrobe her. The things she adorned herself with were unfamiliar but was pleased when a pair of pale hands descended and quickly undid some unfamiliar looking catches and slid pieces of metal in a downward motion before doing a delightful shimmy and stepping out of them. His breath caught in his throat when the female’s delectable legs came into view and then so again when the gently rounded stomach was bared to his view, followed by a pair of perfect breasts. Shrugging out of his own now restricting lower tunic, practically ripping it from himself in his haste, pulled the female to him and growled at the feel of her soft bare skin against his chest and lower body. His cock hardened further and he nudged her stomach with it, making his intentions clear. As if they weren’t already.

He pushed his mate, at least for the evening toward his sleeping platform and when she fell back crawled over the top of her, running his hands up and down her slim and yet study legs, feeling the muscles beneath his palms jump and shiver under his knowing touch, he was further pleased when the female with out any trace of timidity began her own assault on his person and did not hesitate to growl his pleasure. He could not fathom what to say, or what would be acceptable for her to hear in his tongue and instead growled, chattered and snarled in his own language. Lowering his head to her ample breast he spread his mandibles wide and brushed against them, pleased with her breathy whimper and how she pressed her hips into his. His breath caught as his cock rubbed against her sex. By Paya she was practically already primed for him. He could smell how moist she was. He clutched the female to him, rolling his hips against hers in a parody of what would soon become and breathed in against her neck.

He felt her soft hands run down his back and settle on his rear and then growled when she dug her softish talons into his skin. Rearing back, and unable to wait anymore he lowered his head to her chest against, using his tusks to circle her nipples and slid a long finger into the slick heat. A loud moan followed by the female spreading her legs and clutching at the bedding had him smiling. Rubbing against the sweet spot that all females had he was further rewarded by the feel of her rubbing against him again, spreading his fingers against the soft folds of her female flower rubbing against her in a circular motion. The female had no mandibles to stroke him with but her lips felt just as good, soft and seductive. Aa’Ro heard it then, it was not the growling rumble of his kind but it was consent. The breathy ooman moan that became a plaintive wail gave him what he wanted.

“..Yes… Oh yes..”

Withdrawing his fingers and placing one beside the panting female and one underneath her fisting her hips, and with a deep growl slid the head of his cock towards her slick opening, growling when he felt her inner muscles start to clench around him as he moved deeper within her body, filling her with one deadly swoop.

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Vasquez screamed when her lover suddenly plunged into her. Tears came to her eyes as she felt herself tear from his assault. She reared up, arching her back as her body tried to acclimatize to the heavy and savage digs. Instinct had her try to move away but he followed her, the male intent of savaging her body tucked his head into the curve of her shoulder seeming to be the only one taking pleasure from this act, that was until the way suddenly became lubricated enough for him to slid easier against her. It was then that Vasquez started to feel pleasure.

She rocked her hips against him, trying to follow the heavy rhythm, clutching at the body that encompassed her so completely, digging her nails into his arms, shoulders and then attempting to slice through his back. Fisting her hands into the lengthy dreadlocks she yanked on them with as much force as she could while locking her legs around his hips, bucking wilding beneath him. Vasquez bit down on her lip as she stared into the euphoric golden eyes above her, the rocking motion of hips meeting hips, the slick noises of flesh meeting flesh in a frenzy of movement. The male hunched over her, his pistoning hips becoming more fervent if it was possible and her eyes rolled back in her skull as the blossoming pressure started to build within her, her muscles contracting around the steel, so hard within her. The spring that began to blossom from the pressure began to coil, so close to snapping, opening her eyes again in time to see the male splay his crablike appendages again and grunt, Vasquez squeezed her inner muscles just as the coiled spring snapped.

Vasquez screamed.

The male froze instantly, his entire body shaking above her, the growl suddenly cut off; replaced by heavy pants and she felt a rushing pressure in her nether regions as he came almost violently. Muscles and veins standing out against his skin as he reached out and fisted her hair in his hand, making her rear up against him as he plunged one final time moving so deep into her she thought he would cleave her in two.

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Incredible. Hot. Unequal able.

Those were the first words that came to mind as Aa’Ro stared at the female that was beneath him, their sweaty bodies still entwined. He stayed within her, not willing to give up the piece of paradise that he had found. Every now and then those wonderful inner muscles of hers would twitch around his softening length, making him want her again. He watched with affectionate eyes as the female stifled a yawn before her hand returned to his face again, tracing his tusks and eyes. He rolled them to one side and held her to him still. Stroking his claws down her back.

“.. Pretty.. Ooman.. Stay.. Sleep..”

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