by Knight Errant » Sat Oct 16, 2010 12:24 pm
((Riiight I look at this, and I yawn. Plus it is not living up to what I wished for... that being an Alien-esque horror movie RP with hot alien chicks. Yes we have hot alien chicks... but they arent very scary. Creepy? Yes... but not pants crappingly scary. SO! I have a shift in mind that will add some much needed spice to this bland but hearty soup.))
The young girl Stryker fires at... is shot! She goes from looking at him curiously... to crumpling onto the ground of the dimly lit alleyway.
Hawkins looks to Chris. "As previously stated... we will be splitting into two teams. One to go to the colonists and lead them to the surface... the other to get to Claudia's dropship and up to the Hyperion for extraction. We will do this as soon as everyone ceases this rediculous display and listens."
Razor speaks up. "N-no offense, sir... but... the situation isnt that simple."
He looks at her cooly. "Every situation is simple... humans just have the tendency to overcomplicate."
Hawkins pauses, looking up at nothing in particular for a few moments, then snaps his head down. "The Sergeant will lead the team to the colonists. Along with him will go Christian, Chris, and Stryker. The shuttle team will be comprised of myself, Paula and Claudia, Bendack, Razor, Blade, and our captive. Any questions?"
The blue alien looks from Bendack, to Claudia. She looks up from the young girl's pistol... up into her eyes. "You were not meant to be this, child... I would offer to help, but..." She glances at Paula. "You have already bonded. To break that would be a sin..."
She looks to Christian. "You accepted our gift... your bodies react to our seed, shaping and reforming into our image. Your minds are open to our words... your thoughts molding under our care until you think like we do. Not every species we encounter can be shaped... but it is our duty to try. So we tried here... first. And your bodies responded... accepting us. I know how you might think... that you don't want this. I know there will likely be a war... but it will be necessary pain. Like a mother giving birth... your species will be reborn in our arms... It will be bloody, but the result will be beautiful new life..."
Her gaze turns back to Bendack. "You are not finished... but... I trust my seed. I feel it has taken root... and we have... time..." She trails off... as if suddenly listening to someone. Then her eyes widen... her placid features turning to shock... and fear as well. "Or maybe we don't have time..." She whispers...
Bendack's wrist and hand finally cease tingling... only to have it spread further up his arm. Under his uniform, his wrist and hand definitely look smaller. And he can even feel it... his skin softer and smoother. If he took off his glove... what would he see?
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
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