Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Love Hina: Aliens ❯ Things are never easy ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Havoc80 
Orders are given.
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.05.2008 | Updated On: 01.05.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 289 | Status: Work In Progress
Orders are given.
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.05.2008 | Updated On: 01.05.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 289 | Status: Work In Progress
Aliens.
A/N: I do not own Love Hina only Ken Akamatsu does. Aliens is owned by 20th century Fox and not me.
*Side Note* well another chapter to my very first x-over story. I feel that this will be a pretty good story, well at least I hope it will. So enjoy.
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Chapter-2 Suprising situations.
The meeting with the General took nearly 4 hours.
Everyone was exhausted, alright. They all walked out the General’s quarters feeling as if they’d been sucked in through and airlock and then re-pressurized a second later. (A/N now honestly I doubt that can really happen but..oh well.)
The reason for this wasn’t the time spent in the General’s company. If anything, they WERE grateful for the information. Without it, their next assignment would pretty much be disastrous…for the lack of a better term.
Keitaro, specially did NOT like where they were going in next within 3 days. According to the reports that came in, this particular planet wasn’t something to take lightly. If seen from orbit, LV-639 looked a lot like Earth…but down there, the planet was more than 80% thick jungle, with temperatures above 50º and winds that blew over 20 miles per hour, and a ridiculously high level of humidity.
The Sarge himself wasn’t a happy camper either. He had been given several of these reports, which dated back as far as 6 months prior, and Reigns didn’t like out-dated intel.
As he made his way to his quarters, he skimmed through the first document, and what he read definitely pissed him off.
Dr. John Meyers, Xenobiology and Genetics.
Scientific Findings Report, Day 1.
The Company has been finally able to supply us with the specimen requested some 3 months ago.
The Alien Species commonly known as Xenomorphs, is highly adaptable to most environments, and in order to study these creatures, we have built a special chamber that the specimens will habitat.
In this chamber, we will be able not only to regulate temperature, but also a variety of different environments, including the vacuum of space. (Which leaves the theory that the Alien can be killed if thrown out into space, as a total blunder)
This is most exciting, yet troubling at the same time. I am also glad to report the replacement for the late Dr. Chris Spelling has arrived today and is already asserting himself into the works left behind by my recently departed colleague.
End Report.
Dr. John Meyers.
‘Bullshit’ Sgt. Reigns thought as he finished reading. He knew how to read between the lines. He knew damn well what those bastard bugs were capable of, as well as the implications of even TRYING to study a creature like that. ‘Those ugly, big-headed sonsabitches are impossible to keep in a fuckin’ test tube…’ the Sarge thought. Those guys were so deep in shit…
A long time ago Reigns resigned himself to do whatever he can to keep those things from getting out of hand…but he failed to realize that Weyland-Yutani was perfectly capable of going to whatever lengths necessary to get what they wanted.
And scientists and Marines were expendable, when it came down to it
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Private Konno, Mitsune's quarters.
Kitsune was lying on her bed thinking about the past day’s events.
She knew the mission was a complete scew-up, yet she also knew it wasn’t her or the squad's fault, since they were given the wrong information…and honestly, she felt they had been set up to be possible casualties.
‘But what could they possible get in return for getting’ us all killed in the first place?’ The voluptuous woman thought to herself.
A few minutes later, a knock on the metal door snapped her out of her musings. Kitsune sighed, got up and went to see who it was. She pressed the OPEN button on the panel next to the door, and it slid open, revealing Haruka standing in the doorway.
“Hey” the older woman said with a wave of her hand.
“Oh…hey Haruka-san! Wassup?” Kitsune greeted her, waving back. The smoking Marine raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I’d like to talk to you about something, but I would rather not talk out here in the hallway. ‘Know what I mean?” Haruka said, letting the words linger. Kitsune sweat-dropped.
“Oh, damn! Sorry ‘bout that. Ya just caught while thinkin’, that’s all” she apologized and stepped aside, allowing Haruka to walk past her.
The door hissed shut and Kitsune turned to look at her former boss at the Tea Shop and now fellow soldier.
“So...what is it?” she asked, looking at Haruka as the older woman sat down at a small, metallic chair next to Mitsune’s desk.
“It’s about Keitaro” she began, making the foxy lady’s eyes open half-way. “I think there’s something bothering him and yet, I can't figure out what IS going on with him. I’ve asked him about it, but so far, he just changes the subject all of a sudden, or says he has to do something else. So, I was hoping you could possibly help me in trying to get the answers I’m looking for.” Haruka was not even looking at Kitsune at this point, but instead studying a picture, sitting on the small table at the back wall of the room.
Instead of replying to Haruka’s request, Mitsune stated about the picture.
“Those were some good times, weren’t they…” the older woman puffed a small cloud of smoke from her standard issue cigarette.
“Yeah...they were. I just wish we could go back to that time…” her eyes turned from the picture to Kitsune. “But enough of that. So, will you help me?”
“Y’know it, old lady!” The fox-woman cheerfully replied, making Haruka wish she had her M65 to bash the younger woman on the head with it. She let it slide for now. Kitsune walked up to the older woman and put her hand on her shoulder. ”We both know he’s pretty damn stubborn when it comes to talking about his own problems. He’s still the caring, clueless guy we all know…” Kitsune’s cheeks took the slightest hint of pink as she said those words. She shook her head continued. “So, it’ll Take the both of us… if not more to get’im to open up” she analyzed with a broad grin, which made Haruka’s lips turn ever-so-slightly upwards.
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Private Urashima, Keitaro's Quarters.
“AAAACHOOO!” he sneezed all of a sudden as he walked along the corridor. His teammates, Kelly and “Brooklyn” backed away from him, brushing off whatever mucus that fell on them.
“Shit, K-Man!” Bloomfield said, “’care to warn us next time yer gonna do that?” he asked with sarcasm. Kelly fixed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“As much as I hate it, Kei…Brooklyn’s right, man!” he commented, making the Marine from the Bronx roll his eyes. Keitaro wiped away any traces of saliva from his hand. He gave them a sheepish smile while rubbing the back of his head.
“S-Sorry guys” he sniffed. “Boy, ‘hope I aren’t going down with something…” he then looked at his teammates. “Well, guys. I have to go and check some field reports the Sarge dropped in my room. See you guys later”
“Yeah, sure thing. We’ll be down at the shooting range” Kelly replied. “Brooklyn” grinned. “Word, man. I wanna brake the record I posted last time!” he laughed at his own joke. Both Kelly and Keitaro shook their heads.
“You’re full of it, Brooklyn” they chorused.
Keitaro made his way to his bunk so he could catch up on those reports. Sgt. Reigns wanted him to study and learn those papers by heart. What for? He didn’t even knew.
As he picked up the first page he noticed a picture out of the corner of his eye. He put down the page of the report and picked up the picture. It had been taken around 6 months before the people older than 18 years old had been drafted into the USMC.
It made him smile, thinking about the day when the picture was taken. He hoped the others were doing fine. He knew that Su had gone back to her homeland of MolMol, and Shinobu had gone to live with her mother and grandmother. Mutsumi, since she had fainted the second she set a foot in the boot camp’s grounds, was promptly taken out of the program. Thankfully, she had passed the previous year’s Tokyo-U’s entrance exams, and so she decided to attend college while her former study partners shipped off to space.
“I’ll be waiting, Kei-kun. Na-chan…I’ll wait as long as I have” were the words she spoke the day they boarded the USS Rotunda. A lovely blush had graced her cheeks as she gave both Keitaro AND Naru a soft, feather-like kiss on the lips before their departure…
Suddenly his comm. went off, startling him out of his pleasant thoughts. He picked up the offending device to see who it was. The person's name in the small LCD screen came up, making Keitaro frown a little, yet decided to answer.
“Go ahead…” he said a little more harshly then he intended to.
“Now, now Mr. Urashima. It’s not nice to have a rise your voice to someone who is about to make your day a little bit brighter” came the static, yet clear and rather smooth sounding voice of a man on the other end.
“And can you please tell me how YOU, of all people, is going to make my day any better…” he hissed sarcastically.
“I have come across some...rather interresting information for you, Private. Since it, in fact DO affect your future in a direct manner, I suggest you just cut the sarcasm and close your mouth, so you can listen to what I have to say…” the man's voice still had its amused tone to it, but yet took on a much more sharper one when he told Keitaro to keep quiet.
“Alright…what is it…?” There was suspicion in Keitaro's voice, yet he waited with bated breath as he listened to the man on the other end explained the “information” to him.
20 minutes later, Keitaro clicked off his communications device before placing it on his table… where the now shattered picture lay.
You may be asking how the picture was broken. It’s simple, really.
After hearing what the man said, Keitaro was pissed. So angry, in fact, that he had picked up his, probably, most prized possession and without a second thought, he threw it against the wall, shattering the glass protecting the picture into pieces.
After finally calming down, he looked at the broken the picture. A frown appeared on Keitaro’s features as he bent down to pick up the pieces. He sat down on his bunk and started to mull over all the things his contact had told him.
Keitaro had a look of both hatred and elation on his face. He got up and started to pace around the small confines of his quarters, all the while thinking about the information that was rattling around in his head.
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3 days later.
The time for the mission had arrived.
The Sarge had always been rough with the squad prior to their missions, to get them “on the killing mood” for combat, but this time, Reigns had been actually pretty nervous and a bit “jumpy” in the days prior to this mission, and that mean extensive training for his team.
Anyway, it didn't really matter to Keitaro or the rest. They had gone to battle with Sarge a few times now, and he had learned that Reigns, no matter what or how many ugly Alien bastards they came across, he always looked out for his platoon’s safety…yet there still was that rumor he had put a hole in one of his own men’s head.
The squad of 6 were now strapped onto their seats on board of drop ship “Flying Thunder” 8-5. The ship was now entering orbit.
“Awright Marines! Just like any other time we’ve set out together! I want a nice, clean dispersal! I want this mission to go without a hitch! NO fuck ups, people! And don’t any of you DARE to die, Marines! You’re no good to me dead!” Sgt. Reigns barked out his orders and looked up at the ship-mounted camera that showed their current over-head position above the main complex.
“Ok, Bravo 2-1. E.T.A to LZ…1 minute. Remember, people. Once you get inside the complex, you’re on your own. When your Primary Objectives are complete, get out to the open and radio in” “Flying Thunder”s pilot reported.
“Copy that, 8-5! You heard it, Marines! Eyes open, safety’s off!” the Sarge barked to his team.
Stealth Ops Aoyama was tasked by the Sarge to study the blueprints of the entire complex. If the reports were correct, the blast doors as well as the weather shutters providing entrance to the complex were completely blocked off, which didn’t allow the entrance via normal means, such as a direct landing with a drop ship, so the squad would have to go in through a service tunnel, located on the other side of the main surface complex.
Being a Stealth Ops, Motoko had equipment very different to the regular USMC troops.
She wore a skin-tight, photo-sensible suit, which had modified Alien cells which allowed her suit to immediately change its standard jet-black suit into whatever tone of color was needed in different environments. Her suit had a special armor which went beneath the color-changing outer layer. She also had on a modified modular combat vest, which carried a medic kit and other utensils essential for a spy’s mission, and she also had a set of Night-vision/Heat/Motion visor on her head, which could easily switch modes at the user’s needs.
As for her weaponry, she carried a short, modular version of the standard M65 assault rifle, which can be sorted with a suppressor and a module for a laser and Reflex sight, and uses the same 9x5 AP ammunitions, as well as homing devices, in case vigilance is required.
And in Motoko’s case, she also had her loyal, specially modified sword, Shisui. Aoyama had been reluctant at first, but she allowed the Military Research Labs to manipulate her sword, and by fusing the steel of the blade and Alien bones (Which were obviously immune to their own acid blood), Motoko could now ram Shisui through an Alien, and her sword wouldn’t melt. And besides her katana, Motoko’s suit could also pack up to 4 mid-length throwing daggers, which were also acid-proof.
“Sgt. Reigns, sir!” the woman stood up and saluted her superior officer.
“What is it, Aoyama?!” The Sgt. yelled at his subordinate over the thundering of the ship’s engines. Motoko brushed some stray coal-black hairs behind her ear.
“Sergeant, if the reports are accurate, ANY direct entrance to the complex, blast doors and shutters, are completely sealed, sir! But I found us a way in! There’s a service tunnel, used for cargo vehicles, on the other side! We can use to go in without alerting the enemy!” she informed. The Sarge took off his military cap roughly.
“Damn it! That ain’t exactly what I wanted to hear, Aoyama…” he ran an armored hand over his head. “But I guess we don't have much choice do we..?” he spoke to himself…but as it always seemed to happen, he got an answer anyway.
You just HAD to feel sorry for the poor bastard to answer one of Sarge’s questions.
“Well, sir! We could always just go kicking in and blowing things up, like in the old school!” Keitaro seriously had to spend less time with “Brooklyn”. The Bronx Marine was rubbing off on him. His comment earned him more than a chuckle or two from his former tenants back on Earth. Even Motoko couldn’t help but smirk at his idiocy.
The Sarge, though…was not laughing or smiling at all. Well...that was before he retorted back with his statement. He shouldered his M65 and grinned.
“Ah! The Kid here, has decided to speak up. I DO believe that deserves a reward don't you, Marines?” Reigns was now smirking evily.
Much pain and humiliation were to come in Keitaro’s near future… well, he thought otherwise…
“S-Sir, I-I d-didn't mean t-to speak out of l-line” He was having trouble not stumbling over his own words as he tried to apologize to his commanding officer. The rumors about the Sarge were rushing through his head.
‘OH SHIT! He’s gonna blow my brains out! H-Help…!’ he cried mentally.
“Oh! Don't worry Urashima. I promise you WILL like this reward” He took his M65’s safety off and his index finger was nearing his underbarrel shotgun’s trigger…and he then shoulder his weapon at seeing Keitaro’s horrified expression. “When we get back…YOU, Kid are on John Duty!” Keitaro's and almost everyone else’s faces paled at the reward Keitaro just recieved.
EVERYONE knew that John Duty meant you would be forced to clean EVERY single toilet on the ship you were currently stationed on… And since the USS Rotunda wasn’t exactly the newest ship in the fleet, Keitaro just knew he was going to have the WORST time of his entire young life.
“Bravo 2-1, get ready. 10 seconds to LZ…” the pilot’s voice came through. The squad began checking their equipment. Keitaro saw Narusegawa checking Motoko’s gear, but he soon felt Mitsune’s hands on his back.
“Don’t worry, sugar. I’m here for ya” he barely heard her honest and…loving whisper?
The ship touched down and the ramp lowered onto the muddy ground of the planet.
The Sarge spilt the group up into 3 groups: Alpha, Bravo and Charlie.
Alpha team consisted of Keitaro, Kitsune and Haruka. Bravo followed up with Reigns and Naru, leaving Charlie Team with their Stealth Ops.
“Alright, people” Reigns spoke as “Flying Thunder” 8-5 took off. “NVG’s on! Alpha, move up front. Bravo, we’ll bring up the rear. Charlie, I want you far ahead and sneak ahead. If ya see a hostile on its own, take it out. Understood? I don’t want any ambushes or shit like that”
Motoko nodded, slipped her special goggles on and activated her suit’s camouflage system, neatly becoming the green-reddish color of the thick jungle.
The temperature of the planet was high, but that didn’t mean the air wasn’t breathable. Their armored suits had their own cooling system, which kept the soldier’s body at an ideal temperature, according to the outside atmosphere and the user’s body heat. The same system was applied to their helmets. The wind was a minor element.
The way towards the complex surface installation was pretty much uneventful. The occasional blip on the motion tracker and “area clear” reports from their Stealth Ops would call their attention, but so far, no hostiles had appeared.
Keitaro, however, had started to sweat awhile back, even with his armor’s cooling system. His aunt and fellow Marine noticed this and walked over to her team leader and nephew to try and see what was up with him.
“Hey, Kid?” her voice was low and subtle.
“Y-Yeah, Aun...” he stopped himself from calling her “Auntie”, yet again. It also helped his revelation, the fact that Haruka had her M65 in perfect position to whack him over the head.
“Yeah, w-what is it…?” he asked, letting out a quiet sigh.
“What’s wrong with you, nephew?” Haruka went straight to the point.
“W-What do you mean?” he faked confusion, though he felt nervous. ‘What if she found out about that conversation 3 days ago…?’ As she was a specialist in communications, it wouldn’t be difficult to intercept that call and overhear it…but her next comment put his fears at bay.
“Well, for starters I HAVE noticed a change in the way you carry yourself lately, and add to that, the fact that you’re sweating like a pig inside your suit. What’s wrong, Kid?” Keitaro winced at her abruptness, but yet he heard the concerned tone in her voice. He shook his head and kept moving forward.
“It’s just...something feels wrong about this place2 he looked around as he spoke. Haruka blinked twice and shrugged her shoulders.
“Keitaro, that’s normal. I mean, all sorts of top secret and shady deals go on here all the time. It’s only natural if you feel this way.” Haruka saw him visibly shudder in the gust of wind that just kicked up.
“T-That’s not only it Haruka” he stopped for a moment, so he could think of what words to use. It then suddenly hit him. He even smiled a little when he said this.
“It’s kind of like how I felt every time I had an 'accident' back home, and I KNEW either Narusegawa or Motoko-chan would be right there to beat the living hell out of me”
It was Haruka's turn to smile ever-so-slightly at his analogy, but at the same time she knew what usually happened when Keitaro had that feeling. And Haruka KNEW it would turn into something bad. Just then both their comms. crackled to life and Motoko’s voice was heard.
“Alpha, Bravo...I think you all need to see this…” her voice was cold and emotionless. Alpha and Bravo Teams headed over to Charlie, using their HUD’s map to follow Motoko’s signal.
The sight that greeted them was not un-common, yet not any less disgusting.
A badly mutilated corpse was strewn across the ground; the name tag was still attached to the badly-ripped white lab coat. It read: Dr. Alice Johnson, Genetics. It looked like she had been there for quite sometime, since her skin had already started to wilt from the exposure to the outside elements.
Kitsune was not the squeamish type, but even this pushed her to her limits. She took off her helmet, dropped to her knees and threw up. Naru came over to the older woman and helped her friend up.
The dead scientist’s lower jaw was completely ripped away, and her right arm was just hanging by a strip of flesh at the elbow joint. On her forehead was a gaping hole.
The Squad knew just WHAT did that; An Alien's secondary jaw impact. Right there and then, Keitaro knew they were all in deep shit. Sergeant Reigns shook his head and turned away.
“Ok, people. Move out. ‘Nothing we can do here…” he spoke.
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Sgt. Reigns was leading Bravo team a few clicks behind Alpha, as they made their way through the thick canopy. Again, nothing spectacular was happening on their way to the service entrance.
Naru was moving at the point of Bravo Team, when she suddenly saw through her NVG’s a black, reptilian figure leap off of a jagged tree branch onto another. She looked down at her motion tracker, and when she saw nothing, Naru figured it was just her imagination playing tricks on her.
It was a nighttime, after all. The fact they were at war with deadly creatures would tend to put your mind at unease.
Motoko was moving a bit farther from Alpha Team, but her visor’s sensors suddenly started to regularly pick up inhuman life signs. She stopped and radioed in her teammates.
“Sergeant, my sensors are picking up multiple non-human signals. Up ahead, 1000 or-so feet. Do I move in closer, sir?” she reported.
“Negative, Charlie. Stay put. We’ve got nothin’ on the tracker…’you sure ya saw somethin’, Aoyama?” the Sarge asked the Stealth Ops.
“Yes, sir. I am. It could have been anything, though…perhaps” she spoke again. Deep down, she was damn sure that Alien scum was roaming around there…
“Ok…Charlie, pull back to Alpha’s position. I and Nayu-shit. Naresega-damn it!” Reigns complained again. Naru shook her head. “Sir, it’s N-A-R-U-S-E-G-A-W-A!” she groaned in defeat. It was useless…the Sarge just couldn’t get her name straight.
“Err…yeah, ‘Segawa. You’re with me. Charlie, pull back to Alpha. Bravo’s moving in…” Reigns tapped Naru’s shoulder and they moved on. She was watching through her sniper scope as she walked slowly, praying God Motoko was wrong…Keitaro’s voice through the comm. brought her and Reigns out of their scouting.
“S-Sir...we have a situation here that needs your…attention” came his voice.
“Report, Kid! What situation?” The Sarge replied.
“Ah, sir…I-I, ah…I can’t really tell…you just have to…see for yourself, Sarge” with that said, Reigns and Naru followed Alpha’s signal in the HUD, and what he saw confirmed his fears.
They were not alone. Not at all.
“It’s fresh…” the Sarge shook his head. An Alien bastard had just had a midnight snack…”Alright people! It’s official now. We’ve got Alien presence here! We’re no longer separated! Everyone, keep tight, and stay sharp! Move out!” Reigns ordered before taking the point, and led the team off into the darkness…
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Main Complex Service tunnel.
The squad had reached the door to the tunnel in no time at all. No resistance had been encountered on the way, but their motion trackers tended to go off more frequently then before they made the last rather grizzly discovery.
Intelligence had proven to be correct concerning the entrances to the complex were in fact, sealed. However, they didn’t foresee that the door of the service tunnel had no power.
“Shit…” Sgt. Reigns punched the emergency open button, but nothing happened. “Alright. Urashima!” he turned around and waved at the older sibling. “I want you to run a bypass and get this thing open! The rest of you, cover her!” he barked.
Everyone took a cover-fire position around Haruka as she did her thing on the door. Within just a few seconds, the door slowly parted open to reveal nothing but blackness as far as the eye could see.
“Geez, go figure…” Kitsune muttered. ”ALWAYS a long, dark tunnel! Why isn’t there a nice, short illuminated hall?” She couldn't help but snigger at her own comment. Keitaro chuckled as well.
“Not now, Konno. It’s bad enough when Brooklyn is around. Let’s move in. Keep tight, watch all angles. Let’s go” The Sarge's voice was low and threatening, but was not really intended for them. He was getting the all-too-familiar feeling of apprehension…this didn’t sit well with him. Specially after he read that report 3 days ago.
The squad made it’s way down the long, dark passageway, where not even their Night Vision Goggles were able to see beyond 5 feet ahead. It felt claustrophobic and stifling.
They pressed on, however; they had a important mission to complete, and only death would stop them. And as the Sarge had put it when the Hinata Crew were assigned to his squad: “The name’s Reigns! There’s just 1 rule. Rule nº 1: you’re no good to me dead”
15 or-so minutes passed by in silence, when the squad was met with another sealed door. Haruka did her magic, and the door then started to slowly slide open, with a flashing, red light on the ceiling. Haruka pulled back and stood next to the squad as the door finished opening. Steam and silence was their response.
Sarge waved at Kitsune to move ahead. She gulped but moved nonetheless. The second she completely crossed the door’s threshold, a Drone Alien suddenly fell upon her with a shriek. Kitsune’s M65 fell away from her on the floor and she struggled to stop the Alien from ripping her apart with it’s claws.
“Help! HELP!” the woman cried.
“Shit!” Reigns shouted and took quick aim. “Open fi-“ he was cut off as a flying dagger wheezed by his head, and imbedded itself into the Alien’s skull. Another dagger followed, which pierced the creature’s neck. Still, it refused to go down and Sarge quickly aimed again.
A continuous burst of automatic fire fell upon the thrashing Alien on top of Kitsune, and it’s body was blown apart by the armor-piercing ammunition.
However, while the Alien’s dying body twitched on the floor, Mitsune was crying out for God.
“Man down! Man down!” Nobody knew who said it, as the squad rounded about Kitsune. Keitaro was the first to run up to her and see her state; acid blood had fallen on her left forearm armor pad, which quickly disintegrated, and the Alien bastard’s blood had reached the woman’s flesh.
Thinking quickly, Keitaro grabbed one of his own medic kits, which contained a small, 50lm canister with neutralizer; an antidote for the Xenomorphic creature’s blood, which was delivered to all USMC toops.
The Private didn’t think it twice and slammed the canister on a thrashing Kitsune’s wound, shattering the device and therefore, effectively spraying the chemical on her flesh.
“By the KAMI…that HURTS” the woman spoke with a strangled voice, and her breathing returned to normal as the anti-acid made it’s work and eased the pain, as well as cauterizing the burned flesh.
“I know, Konno. Believe me” the Sarge told her while Keitaro took a bandage from Mitsune’s medic kit, and then placed on her wounded arm. The woman looked up at him and smiled in gratitude. Keitaro made an effort to smile back.
He was terrified: one of the most important people he’s ever met was about to die a horrible, painful death at some bastard Alien’s blood! The shock and fear then turned into anger and despise for those murderous, wild beasts…
The Sarge spoke as Keitaro helped Kitsune up to her feet. Motoko, meanwhile, was extracting her daggers from the Alien’s corpse.
“How you holding up, Marine? ‘You still can use your gun?” he held her M65 out to her, which he had picked up from the ground. Kitsune nodded at Keitaro and he released her. She grabbed the gun’s hilt. She winked at the Sarge and grinned.
“Hell yeah, Sarge. ‘Just like I can sit on a stool and drink.yes sir. And all thanks to the Kid’s motherly ways, here” her grin turned into a warm smile, and she looked down at the tourniquet on her wounded arm. Keitaro thought she was using sarcasm, again.
‘C’mon, I’m not that bad…I did well in Medic’s training…’
The Sarge nodded and shouldered his M65. “Hoo-rrah, then. Alright, people. Secure this room, ASAP! I don’t want ANYONE else doin’ somethin’ stupid like this, ya hear!?” the squad members nodded and he walked off to the older Urashima sibling, to see if she could get the complex’ Computer back online.
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A/N well another chapter come and gone, I do hope that this meets to your satisfaction as Me and my Beta-reader Major Mike Powell III worked very hard to bring you a good chapter. So please send out those reviews and let us know how we did and what we can do to improve.
A/N: I do not own Love Hina only Ken Akamatsu does. Aliens is owned by 20th century Fox and not me.
*Side Note* well another chapter to my very first x-over story. I feel that this will be a pretty good story, well at least I hope it will. So enjoy.
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Chapter-2 Suprising situations.
The meeting with the General took nearly 4 hours.
Everyone was exhausted, alright. They all walked out the General’s quarters feeling as if they’d been sucked in through and airlock and then re-pressurized a second later. (A/N now honestly I doubt that can really happen but..oh well.)
The reason for this wasn’t the time spent in the General’s company. If anything, they WERE grateful for the information. Without it, their next assignment would pretty much be disastrous…for the lack of a better term.
Keitaro, specially did NOT like where they were going in next within 3 days. According to the reports that came in, this particular planet wasn’t something to take lightly. If seen from orbit, LV-639 looked a lot like Earth…but down there, the planet was more than 80% thick jungle, with temperatures above 50º and winds that blew over 20 miles per hour, and a ridiculously high level of humidity.
The Sarge himself wasn’t a happy camper either. He had been given several of these reports, which dated back as far as 6 months prior, and Reigns didn’t like out-dated intel.
As he made his way to his quarters, he skimmed through the first document, and what he read definitely pissed him off.
Dr. John Meyers, Xenobiology and Genetics.
Scientific Findings Report, Day 1.
The Company has been finally able to supply us with the specimen requested some 3 months ago.
The Alien Species commonly known as Xenomorphs, is highly adaptable to most environments, and in order to study these creatures, we have built a special chamber that the specimens will habitat.
In this chamber, we will be able not only to regulate temperature, but also a variety of different environments, including the vacuum of space. (Which leaves the theory that the Alien can be killed if thrown out into space, as a total blunder)
This is most exciting, yet troubling at the same time. I am also glad to report the replacement for the late Dr. Chris Spelling has arrived today and is already asserting himself into the works left behind by my recently departed colleague.
End Report.
Dr. John Meyers.
‘Bullshit’ Sgt. Reigns thought as he finished reading. He knew how to read between the lines. He knew damn well what those bastard bugs were capable of, as well as the implications of even TRYING to study a creature like that. ‘Those ugly, big-headed sonsabitches are impossible to keep in a fuckin’ test tube…’ the Sarge thought. Those guys were so deep in shit…
A long time ago Reigns resigned himself to do whatever he can to keep those things from getting out of hand…but he failed to realize that Weyland-Yutani was perfectly capable of going to whatever lengths necessary to get what they wanted.
And scientists and Marines were expendable, when it came down to it
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Private Konno, Mitsune's quarters.
Kitsune was lying on her bed thinking about the past day’s events.
She knew the mission was a complete scew-up, yet she also knew it wasn’t her or the squad's fault, since they were given the wrong information…and honestly, she felt they had been set up to be possible casualties.
‘But what could they possible get in return for getting’ us all killed in the first place?’ The voluptuous woman thought to herself.
A few minutes later, a knock on the metal door snapped her out of her musings. Kitsune sighed, got up and went to see who it was. She pressed the OPEN button on the panel next to the door, and it slid open, revealing Haruka standing in the doorway.
“Hey” the older woman said with a wave of her hand.
“Oh…hey Haruka-san! Wassup?” Kitsune greeted her, waving back. The smoking Marine raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I’d like to talk to you about something, but I would rather not talk out here in the hallway. ‘Know what I mean?” Haruka said, letting the words linger. Kitsune sweat-dropped.
“Oh, damn! Sorry ‘bout that. Ya just caught while thinkin’, that’s all” she apologized and stepped aside, allowing Haruka to walk past her.
The door hissed shut and Kitsune turned to look at her former boss at the Tea Shop and now fellow soldier.
“So...what is it?” she asked, looking at Haruka as the older woman sat down at a small, metallic chair next to Mitsune’s desk.
“It’s about Keitaro” she began, making the foxy lady’s eyes open half-way. “I think there’s something bothering him and yet, I can't figure out what IS going on with him. I’ve asked him about it, but so far, he just changes the subject all of a sudden, or says he has to do something else. So, I was hoping you could possibly help me in trying to get the answers I’m looking for.” Haruka was not even looking at Kitsune at this point, but instead studying a picture, sitting on the small table at the back wall of the room.
Instead of replying to Haruka’s request, Mitsune stated about the picture.
“Those were some good times, weren’t they…” the older woman puffed a small cloud of smoke from her standard issue cigarette.
“Yeah...they were. I just wish we could go back to that time…” her eyes turned from the picture to Kitsune. “But enough of that. So, will you help me?”
“Y’know it, old lady!” The fox-woman cheerfully replied, making Haruka wish she had her M65 to bash the younger woman on the head with it. She let it slide for now. Kitsune walked up to the older woman and put her hand on her shoulder. ”We both know he’s pretty damn stubborn when it comes to talking about his own problems. He’s still the caring, clueless guy we all know…” Kitsune’s cheeks took the slightest hint of pink as she said those words. She shook her head continued. “So, it’ll Take the both of us… if not more to get’im to open up” she analyzed with a broad grin, which made Haruka’s lips turn ever-so-slightly upwards.
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Private Urashima, Keitaro's Quarters.
“AAAACHOOO!” he sneezed all of a sudden as he walked along the corridor. His teammates, Kelly and “Brooklyn” backed away from him, brushing off whatever mucus that fell on them.
“Shit, K-Man!” Bloomfield said, “’care to warn us next time yer gonna do that?” he asked with sarcasm. Kelly fixed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“As much as I hate it, Kei…Brooklyn’s right, man!” he commented, making the Marine from the Bronx roll his eyes. Keitaro wiped away any traces of saliva from his hand. He gave them a sheepish smile while rubbing the back of his head.
“S-Sorry guys” he sniffed. “Boy, ‘hope I aren’t going down with something…” he then looked at his teammates. “Well, guys. I have to go and check some field reports the Sarge dropped in my room. See you guys later”
“Yeah, sure thing. We’ll be down at the shooting range” Kelly replied. “Brooklyn” grinned. “Word, man. I wanna brake the record I posted last time!” he laughed at his own joke. Both Kelly and Keitaro shook their heads.
“You’re full of it, Brooklyn” they chorused.
Keitaro made his way to his bunk so he could catch up on those reports. Sgt. Reigns wanted him to study and learn those papers by heart. What for? He didn’t even knew.
As he picked up the first page he noticed a picture out of the corner of his eye. He put down the page of the report and picked up the picture. It had been taken around 6 months before the people older than 18 years old had been drafted into the USMC.
It made him smile, thinking about the day when the picture was taken. He hoped the others were doing fine. He knew that Su had gone back to her homeland of MolMol, and Shinobu had gone to live with her mother and grandmother. Mutsumi, since she had fainted the second she set a foot in the boot camp’s grounds, was promptly taken out of the program. Thankfully, she had passed the previous year’s Tokyo-U’s entrance exams, and so she decided to attend college while her former study partners shipped off to space.
“I’ll be waiting, Kei-kun. Na-chan…I’ll wait as long as I have” were the words she spoke the day they boarded the USS Rotunda. A lovely blush had graced her cheeks as she gave both Keitaro AND Naru a soft, feather-like kiss on the lips before their departure…
Suddenly his comm. went off, startling him out of his pleasant thoughts. He picked up the offending device to see who it was. The person's name in the small LCD screen came up, making Keitaro frown a little, yet decided to answer.
“Go ahead…” he said a little more harshly then he intended to.
“Now, now Mr. Urashima. It’s not nice to have a rise your voice to someone who is about to make your day a little bit brighter” came the static, yet clear and rather smooth sounding voice of a man on the other end.
“And can you please tell me how YOU, of all people, is going to make my day any better…” he hissed sarcastically.
“I have come across some...rather interresting information for you, Private. Since it, in fact DO affect your future in a direct manner, I suggest you just cut the sarcasm and close your mouth, so you can listen to what I have to say…” the man's voice still had its amused tone to it, but yet took on a much more sharper one when he told Keitaro to keep quiet.
“Alright…what is it…?” There was suspicion in Keitaro's voice, yet he waited with bated breath as he listened to the man on the other end explained the “information” to him.
20 minutes later, Keitaro clicked off his communications device before placing it on his table… where the now shattered picture lay.
You may be asking how the picture was broken. It’s simple, really.
After hearing what the man said, Keitaro was pissed. So angry, in fact, that he had picked up his, probably, most prized possession and without a second thought, he threw it against the wall, shattering the glass protecting the picture into pieces.
After finally calming down, he looked at the broken the picture. A frown appeared on Keitaro’s features as he bent down to pick up the pieces. He sat down on his bunk and started to mull over all the things his contact had told him.
Keitaro had a look of both hatred and elation on his face. He got up and started to pace around the small confines of his quarters, all the while thinking about the information that was rattling around in his head.
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3 days later.
The time for the mission had arrived.
The Sarge had always been rough with the squad prior to their missions, to get them “on the killing mood” for combat, but this time, Reigns had been actually pretty nervous and a bit “jumpy” in the days prior to this mission, and that mean extensive training for his team.
Anyway, it didn't really matter to Keitaro or the rest. They had gone to battle with Sarge a few times now, and he had learned that Reigns, no matter what or how many ugly Alien bastards they came across, he always looked out for his platoon’s safety…yet there still was that rumor he had put a hole in one of his own men’s head.
The squad of 6 were now strapped onto their seats on board of drop ship “Flying Thunder” 8-5. The ship was now entering orbit.
“Awright Marines! Just like any other time we’ve set out together! I want a nice, clean dispersal! I want this mission to go without a hitch! NO fuck ups, people! And don’t any of you DARE to die, Marines! You’re no good to me dead!” Sgt. Reigns barked out his orders and looked up at the ship-mounted camera that showed their current over-head position above the main complex.
“Ok, Bravo 2-1. E.T.A to LZ…1 minute. Remember, people. Once you get inside the complex, you’re on your own. When your Primary Objectives are complete, get out to the open and radio in” “Flying Thunder”s pilot reported.
“Copy that, 8-5! You heard it, Marines! Eyes open, safety’s off!” the Sarge barked to his team.
Stealth Ops Aoyama was tasked by the Sarge to study the blueprints of the entire complex. If the reports were correct, the blast doors as well as the weather shutters providing entrance to the complex were completely blocked off, which didn’t allow the entrance via normal means, such as a direct landing with a drop ship, so the squad would have to go in through a service tunnel, located on the other side of the main surface complex.
Being a Stealth Ops, Motoko had equipment very different to the regular USMC troops.
She wore a skin-tight, photo-sensible suit, which had modified Alien cells which allowed her suit to immediately change its standard jet-black suit into whatever tone of color was needed in different environments. Her suit had a special armor which went beneath the color-changing outer layer. She also had on a modified modular combat vest, which carried a medic kit and other utensils essential for a spy’s mission, and she also had a set of Night-vision/Heat/Motion visor on her head, which could easily switch modes at the user’s needs.
As for her weaponry, she carried a short, modular version of the standard M65 assault rifle, which can be sorted with a suppressor and a module for a laser and Reflex sight, and uses the same 9x5 AP ammunitions, as well as homing devices, in case vigilance is required.
And in Motoko’s case, she also had her loyal, specially modified sword, Shisui. Aoyama had been reluctant at first, but she allowed the Military Research Labs to manipulate her sword, and by fusing the steel of the blade and Alien bones (Which were obviously immune to their own acid blood), Motoko could now ram Shisui through an Alien, and her sword wouldn’t melt. And besides her katana, Motoko’s suit could also pack up to 4 mid-length throwing daggers, which were also acid-proof.
“Sgt. Reigns, sir!” the woman stood up and saluted her superior officer.
“What is it, Aoyama?!” The Sgt. yelled at his subordinate over the thundering of the ship’s engines. Motoko brushed some stray coal-black hairs behind her ear.
“Sergeant, if the reports are accurate, ANY direct entrance to the complex, blast doors and shutters, are completely sealed, sir! But I found us a way in! There’s a service tunnel, used for cargo vehicles, on the other side! We can use to go in without alerting the enemy!” she informed. The Sarge took off his military cap roughly.
“Damn it! That ain’t exactly what I wanted to hear, Aoyama…” he ran an armored hand over his head. “But I guess we don't have much choice do we..?” he spoke to himself…but as it always seemed to happen, he got an answer anyway.
You just HAD to feel sorry for the poor bastard to answer one of Sarge’s questions.
“Well, sir! We could always just go kicking in and blowing things up, like in the old school!” Keitaro seriously had to spend less time with “Brooklyn”. The Bronx Marine was rubbing off on him. His comment earned him more than a chuckle or two from his former tenants back on Earth. Even Motoko couldn’t help but smirk at his idiocy.
The Sarge, though…was not laughing or smiling at all. Well...that was before he retorted back with his statement. He shouldered his M65 and grinned.
“Ah! The Kid here, has decided to speak up. I DO believe that deserves a reward don't you, Marines?” Reigns was now smirking evily.
Much pain and humiliation were to come in Keitaro’s near future… well, he thought otherwise…
“S-Sir, I-I d-didn't mean t-to speak out of l-line” He was having trouble not stumbling over his own words as he tried to apologize to his commanding officer. The rumors about the Sarge were rushing through his head.
‘OH SHIT! He’s gonna blow my brains out! H-Help…!’ he cried mentally.
“Oh! Don't worry Urashima. I promise you WILL like this reward” He took his M65’s safety off and his index finger was nearing his underbarrel shotgun’s trigger…and he then shoulder his weapon at seeing Keitaro’s horrified expression. “When we get back…YOU, Kid are on John Duty!” Keitaro's and almost everyone else’s faces paled at the reward Keitaro just recieved.
EVERYONE knew that John Duty meant you would be forced to clean EVERY single toilet on the ship you were currently stationed on… And since the USS Rotunda wasn’t exactly the newest ship in the fleet, Keitaro just knew he was going to have the WORST time of his entire young life.
“Bravo 2-1, get ready. 10 seconds to LZ…” the pilot’s voice came through. The squad began checking their equipment. Keitaro saw Narusegawa checking Motoko’s gear, but he soon felt Mitsune’s hands on his back.
“Don’t worry, sugar. I’m here for ya” he barely heard her honest and…loving whisper?
The ship touched down and the ramp lowered onto the muddy ground of the planet.
The Sarge spilt the group up into 3 groups: Alpha, Bravo and Charlie.
Alpha team consisted of Keitaro, Kitsune and Haruka. Bravo followed up with Reigns and Naru, leaving Charlie Team with their Stealth Ops.
“Alright, people” Reigns spoke as “Flying Thunder” 8-5 took off. “NVG’s on! Alpha, move up front. Bravo, we’ll bring up the rear. Charlie, I want you far ahead and sneak ahead. If ya see a hostile on its own, take it out. Understood? I don’t want any ambushes or shit like that”
Motoko nodded, slipped her special goggles on and activated her suit’s camouflage system, neatly becoming the green-reddish color of the thick jungle.
The temperature of the planet was high, but that didn’t mean the air wasn’t breathable. Their armored suits had their own cooling system, which kept the soldier’s body at an ideal temperature, according to the outside atmosphere and the user’s body heat. The same system was applied to their helmets. The wind was a minor element.
The way towards the complex surface installation was pretty much uneventful. The occasional blip on the motion tracker and “area clear” reports from their Stealth Ops would call their attention, but so far, no hostiles had appeared.
Keitaro, however, had started to sweat awhile back, even with his armor’s cooling system. His aunt and fellow Marine noticed this and walked over to her team leader and nephew to try and see what was up with him.
“Hey, Kid?” her voice was low and subtle.
“Y-Yeah, Aun...” he stopped himself from calling her “Auntie”, yet again. It also helped his revelation, the fact that Haruka had her M65 in perfect position to whack him over the head.
“Yeah, w-what is it…?” he asked, letting out a quiet sigh.
“What’s wrong with you, nephew?” Haruka went straight to the point.
“W-What do you mean?” he faked confusion, though he felt nervous. ‘What if she found out about that conversation 3 days ago…?’ As she was a specialist in communications, it wouldn’t be difficult to intercept that call and overhear it…but her next comment put his fears at bay.
“Well, for starters I HAVE noticed a change in the way you carry yourself lately, and add to that, the fact that you’re sweating like a pig inside your suit. What’s wrong, Kid?” Keitaro winced at her abruptness, but yet he heard the concerned tone in her voice. He shook his head and kept moving forward.
“It’s just...something feels wrong about this place2 he looked around as he spoke. Haruka blinked twice and shrugged her shoulders.
“Keitaro, that’s normal. I mean, all sorts of top secret and shady deals go on here all the time. It’s only natural if you feel this way.” Haruka saw him visibly shudder in the gust of wind that just kicked up.
“T-That’s not only it Haruka” he stopped for a moment, so he could think of what words to use. It then suddenly hit him. He even smiled a little when he said this.
“It’s kind of like how I felt every time I had an 'accident' back home, and I KNEW either Narusegawa or Motoko-chan would be right there to beat the living hell out of me”
It was Haruka's turn to smile ever-so-slightly at his analogy, but at the same time she knew what usually happened when Keitaro had that feeling. And Haruka KNEW it would turn into something bad. Just then both their comms. crackled to life and Motoko’s voice was heard.
“Alpha, Bravo...I think you all need to see this…” her voice was cold and emotionless. Alpha and Bravo Teams headed over to Charlie, using their HUD’s map to follow Motoko’s signal.
The sight that greeted them was not un-common, yet not any less disgusting.
A badly mutilated corpse was strewn across the ground; the name tag was still attached to the badly-ripped white lab coat. It read: Dr. Alice Johnson, Genetics. It looked like she had been there for quite sometime, since her skin had already started to wilt from the exposure to the outside elements.
Kitsune was not the squeamish type, but even this pushed her to her limits. She took off her helmet, dropped to her knees and threw up. Naru came over to the older woman and helped her friend up.
The dead scientist’s lower jaw was completely ripped away, and her right arm was just hanging by a strip of flesh at the elbow joint. On her forehead was a gaping hole.
The Squad knew just WHAT did that; An Alien's secondary jaw impact. Right there and then, Keitaro knew they were all in deep shit. Sergeant Reigns shook his head and turned away.
“Ok, people. Move out. ‘Nothing we can do here…” he spoke.
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Sgt. Reigns was leading Bravo team a few clicks behind Alpha, as they made their way through the thick canopy. Again, nothing spectacular was happening on their way to the service entrance.
Naru was moving at the point of Bravo Team, when she suddenly saw through her NVG’s a black, reptilian figure leap off of a jagged tree branch onto another. She looked down at her motion tracker, and when she saw nothing, Naru figured it was just her imagination playing tricks on her.
It was a nighttime, after all. The fact they were at war with deadly creatures would tend to put your mind at unease.
Motoko was moving a bit farther from Alpha Team, but her visor’s sensors suddenly started to regularly pick up inhuman life signs. She stopped and radioed in her teammates.
“Sergeant, my sensors are picking up multiple non-human signals. Up ahead, 1000 or-so feet. Do I move in closer, sir?” she reported.
“Negative, Charlie. Stay put. We’ve got nothin’ on the tracker…’you sure ya saw somethin’, Aoyama?” the Sarge asked the Stealth Ops.
“Yes, sir. I am. It could have been anything, though…perhaps” she spoke again. Deep down, she was damn sure that Alien scum was roaming around there…
“Ok…Charlie, pull back to Alpha’s position. I and Nayu-shit. Naresega-damn it!” Reigns complained again. Naru shook her head. “Sir, it’s N-A-R-U-S-E-G-A-W-A!” she groaned in defeat. It was useless…the Sarge just couldn’t get her name straight.
“Err…yeah, ‘Segawa. You’re with me. Charlie, pull back to Alpha. Bravo’s moving in…” Reigns tapped Naru’s shoulder and they moved on. She was watching through her sniper scope as she walked slowly, praying God Motoko was wrong…Keitaro’s voice through the comm. brought her and Reigns out of their scouting.
“S-Sir...we have a situation here that needs your…attention” came his voice.
“Report, Kid! What situation?” The Sarge replied.
“Ah, sir…I-I, ah…I can’t really tell…you just have to…see for yourself, Sarge” with that said, Reigns and Naru followed Alpha’s signal in the HUD, and what he saw confirmed his fears.
They were not alone. Not at all.
“It’s fresh…” the Sarge shook his head. An Alien bastard had just had a midnight snack…”Alright people! It’s official now. We’ve got Alien presence here! We’re no longer separated! Everyone, keep tight, and stay sharp! Move out!” Reigns ordered before taking the point, and led the team off into the darkness…
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Main Complex Service tunnel.
The squad had reached the door to the tunnel in no time at all. No resistance had been encountered on the way, but their motion trackers tended to go off more frequently then before they made the last rather grizzly discovery.
Intelligence had proven to be correct concerning the entrances to the complex were in fact, sealed. However, they didn’t foresee that the door of the service tunnel had no power.
“Shit…” Sgt. Reigns punched the emergency open button, but nothing happened. “Alright. Urashima!” he turned around and waved at the older sibling. “I want you to run a bypass and get this thing open! The rest of you, cover her!” he barked.
Everyone took a cover-fire position around Haruka as she did her thing on the door. Within just a few seconds, the door slowly parted open to reveal nothing but blackness as far as the eye could see.
“Geez, go figure…” Kitsune muttered. ”ALWAYS a long, dark tunnel! Why isn’t there a nice, short illuminated hall?” She couldn't help but snigger at her own comment. Keitaro chuckled as well.
“Not now, Konno. It’s bad enough when Brooklyn is around. Let’s move in. Keep tight, watch all angles. Let’s go” The Sarge's voice was low and threatening, but was not really intended for them. He was getting the all-too-familiar feeling of apprehension…this didn’t sit well with him. Specially after he read that report 3 days ago.
The squad made it’s way down the long, dark passageway, where not even their Night Vision Goggles were able to see beyond 5 feet ahead. It felt claustrophobic and stifling.
They pressed on, however; they had a important mission to complete, and only death would stop them. And as the Sarge had put it when the Hinata Crew were assigned to his squad: “The name’s Reigns! There’s just 1 rule. Rule nº 1: you’re no good to me dead”
15 or-so minutes passed by in silence, when the squad was met with another sealed door. Haruka did her magic, and the door then started to slowly slide open, with a flashing, red light on the ceiling. Haruka pulled back and stood next to the squad as the door finished opening. Steam and silence was their response.
Sarge waved at Kitsune to move ahead. She gulped but moved nonetheless. The second she completely crossed the door’s threshold, a Drone Alien suddenly fell upon her with a shriek. Kitsune’s M65 fell away from her on the floor and she struggled to stop the Alien from ripping her apart with it’s claws.
“Help! HELP!” the woman cried.
“Shit!” Reigns shouted and took quick aim. “Open fi-“ he was cut off as a flying dagger wheezed by his head, and imbedded itself into the Alien’s skull. Another dagger followed, which pierced the creature’s neck. Still, it refused to go down and Sarge quickly aimed again.
A continuous burst of automatic fire fell upon the thrashing Alien on top of Kitsune, and it’s body was blown apart by the armor-piercing ammunition.
However, while the Alien’s dying body twitched on the floor, Mitsune was crying out for God.
“Man down! Man down!” Nobody knew who said it, as the squad rounded about Kitsune. Keitaro was the first to run up to her and see her state; acid blood had fallen on her left forearm armor pad, which quickly disintegrated, and the Alien bastard’s blood had reached the woman’s flesh.
Thinking quickly, Keitaro grabbed one of his own medic kits, which contained a small, 50lm canister with neutralizer; an antidote for the Xenomorphic creature’s blood, which was delivered to all USMC toops.
The Private didn’t think it twice and slammed the canister on a thrashing Kitsune’s wound, shattering the device and therefore, effectively spraying the chemical on her flesh.
“By the KAMI…that HURTS” the woman spoke with a strangled voice, and her breathing returned to normal as the anti-acid made it’s work and eased the pain, as well as cauterizing the burned flesh.
“I know, Konno. Believe me” the Sarge told her while Keitaro took a bandage from Mitsune’s medic kit, and then placed on her wounded arm. The woman looked up at him and smiled in gratitude. Keitaro made an effort to smile back.
He was terrified: one of the most important people he’s ever met was about to die a horrible, painful death at some bastard Alien’s blood! The shock and fear then turned into anger and despise for those murderous, wild beasts…
The Sarge spoke as Keitaro helped Kitsune up to her feet. Motoko, meanwhile, was extracting her daggers from the Alien’s corpse.
“How you holding up, Marine? ‘You still can use your gun?” he held her M65 out to her, which he had picked up from the ground. Kitsune nodded at Keitaro and he released her. She grabbed the gun’s hilt. She winked at the Sarge and grinned.
“Hell yeah, Sarge. ‘Just like I can sit on a stool and drink.yes sir. And all thanks to the Kid’s motherly ways, here” her grin turned into a warm smile, and she looked down at the tourniquet on her wounded arm. Keitaro thought she was using sarcasm, again.
‘C’mon, I’m not that bad…I did well in Medic’s training…’
The Sarge nodded and shouldered his M65. “Hoo-rrah, then. Alright, people. Secure this room, ASAP! I don’t want ANYONE else doin’ somethin’ stupid like this, ya hear!?” the squad members nodded and he walked off to the older Urashima sibling, to see if she could get the complex’ Computer back online.
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A/N well another chapter come and gone, I do hope that this meets to your satisfaction as Me and my Beta-reader Major Mike Powell III worked very hard to bring you a good chapter. So please send out those reviews and let us know how we did and what we can do to improve.