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It’s been four days since Colony 34 been infested with the Xenomorph. Upon entering the silent courtyard Cross was surprised and relieved to see no bodies in sight. Looking over her shoulder, the Captain watched as General Cage had his men closed the gate behind them. At the sound of a hum meant they’ve activated the electric shield, closing off anything trying to escape.

“No bodies in sight,” Percy muttered, cocking his Franchi SPAS-12.

“This is nothing new to me,” Victor snarled, his hand adjusting the visors over his mask. “I’ve seen this hundreds of times, the Xeno have taken everyone deep into the hive they created within the Colony.”

Constantine frowned behind his mask. “Are you saying everyone’s dead?”

Victor grunted. “It’s been four days; it’s most likely everyone’s is.”

At the news, Cross’s gut dropped. Thinking of the families living here now dead, awoke something inside the silent Captain. Looking around the courtyard she can easily image children running through here playing with one other while their parents watched over them. Their death could’ve easily been prevented if only those damn scientists and militaries didn’t bring in those parasites! All of this could have been prevented!

Cocking her Olympic Arms OA-93, Cross threw her protective mask over her face before heading toward the entry of the Colony. Her men followed her close behind, their watchful eyes scanning the area around them. Entering the code on control panel, Cross quickly took a stepped back when the doors hummed before opening. A dark gasping hole was the only thing to greet the cautious team.

“Constantine.”

At her word, her Lieutenant stepped forward and threw out his flamethrower and fired. The entrance lit up at the angry red flame, but it was enough for Cross. As the fire died, the Captain signal for her men to turn on their infrared on their visors. Pressing the button on the side of her mask, Cross’s vision went from pitch black to clear as day.

“Make sure your weapons are loaded,” Cross ordered before entering the code to lock the door behind them.

Her men nodded, their weapons resting on their shoulder. Cross scanned the room they were in and winced at the sight of blood, they were practically all over the floor and walls. And still there wasn’t a body in sight.

“At least they cleaned up after themselves,” David, the explosives expert muttered and got an elbow from Ethan, the sharp shooter.

Cross shot him a glared; unfortunately he couldn’t see it with her mask on. “Keep your humorless opinion to yourself,” she growled.

The explosive expert tensed but nodded. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

“What are those things covering the walls?”

At Percy’s words, Cross’s eyes glared at the black slimy sustains coated all over the walls. It almost reminded the Captain they were entering the belly of a beast. Beside her, Victor approached the wall and pressed a gloved finger to it.

“I’m still not sure, but the drones coat the stuff all over after they’re done taking over a territory.” Victor explained.

“Percy, scan for any life-form that are human.”

At the ordered of his Captain, Percy brought out a small flat screen device and activated it. The screen lit up and instantly the sound of beeps can be heard.

“Life-form confirmed, Captain,” Percy reported, “The signal is faint but there are some still alive in the Colony.”

Victor grunted but still didn’t say anything.

“How far are they?” asked Cross.

Percy ran his fingers over the screen. “Not far from us, but we still have to venture deeper to get the survivors.”

Cross nodded. “Good. We should go.”

“Lieutenant, we should split into teams,” Cross said. “Rescue teams and bomb team.”

At her words, he scowled. “Absolutely not, we stick together.”

“Things will be done quicker if we split into teams.”

Constantine rolled his eyes. “Haven’t you seen movies where people split up and everybody dies because of it?”

“Now isn’t the time to base things on movies,” she snapped.

He bit back a cursed. “Strength in numbers, Captain, that’s what we need.”

Constantine wasn’t about to tell Cross the real reason why he didn’t want to split. Just the thought of having her out of his sight was enough to cause a panic to his poor heart.

“Listen to your Captain, Lieutenant,” Ethan, the sharp shooter, growled. “You will follow her orders.”

Constantine growled a curse. “We will not…”

“Enough, Constantine,” she hissed and turned to her men. “David, Percy and Ethan, you three will go below and set up the explosives. Constantine and Victor, you will stay with me and find the survivors.”

At her words, Constantine’s body relaxed, it was suddenly easy to breathe again.

“Aye, Captain,” the three men saluted.

Cross nodded. “Good luck and return safely. Remember we only have an hour and thirty minutes.”

After that the two teams went their separate ways. Beside her, Constantine brought out his device to scan for the survivors. Upon walking deeper into the dark corridors, Cross made sure to have Constantine scanned for any alien life-form before turning the corners. Entering a room, they came to a halt at the horrible sight in front of them.

“Like I said, they capture you and bring you into the breeding chamber.” Victor spat out bitterly.

Cross’s eyes darken at the sight of bodies cocooned to the walls, some with their chests already busted opened with three foot eggs in front of them. Others already had Face Huggers attached to them much to Cross’s dread.

“Here we go,” Victor growled.

At his words, Cross frowned when the wall came to life and two big Xenomorph jumped down from the ceiling. Like the picture her father shown her, these creatures were seven foot in height with a long elongated cylindrical head. Their bodies had a skeletal structure to it and their tails was almost as long as it’s body with a scorpion like hook at the end. The Xeno hissed their glinting silver fangs at them.

Cross shouted the first thing to come to mind. “Kill them!”

All three sent rounds into the Xeno; the parasites hissed and climbed the wall. Cross quickly ordered Constantine to use the flamethrower, without hesitation her Lieutenant loaded the flamethrower before firing it off at the two Xeno. The creatures screeched before falling back down, their bodies engulfed in flames. Aiming her Olympic Arms OA-93 Cross put one in both their heads before watching it explode. At Cross shout to cover, all three drive behind an over turned bench. Three quickly backed away at the hissed and sizzles and watched the bench melt into nothing before them.

“Next time, don’t do that,” Victor huffed, his wide eyes staring at the two dead Xeno.

Constantine got to his feet, his hazel eyes scanning the room for any sign of the acid blood hitting the cocooned civilians. He was relieved and disgusted when he noticed it only hit the dead bodies.

“Constantine, burned up the eggs,” she ordered.

He nodded and re-loads his flamethrower.

Cross quickly walked over to the cocooned civilians with no Face Huggers and scanned them for any signs of infestation while Victor did the same with the others. Out of the twelve cocooned civilians, only three were cleaned.

“What do we do with the infected ones?”

Cross’s brow furrowed in concerned. “Isn’t there a way we can save them?”

Victor nodded. “Aye, but we don’t know how long those things been implanted in them.”

No sooner did those words leave his mouth when a blood chilling scream came from across the chamber. Everyone jumped at the sound and turned to see a young man struggling in his cocooned. His agonizing scream was enough to send chills down her spines. Already Cross can see something trying to ram it way through his chest. Without hesitation, she withdrew her Bersa and fired one in the suffering young man. The bullet went through the man’s head and quickly ended his pain. But unfortunately, the Chestburster came blood splashing out of the dead man’s chest and came screeching on the floor. Victor aimed and fire at the little Xeno, the creature instantly dropped dead.

“Ugh, nasty little bugger,” Victor shuddered.

Still staring at the Xeno, Cross couldn’t take the chance of one of those things birthing and escaping on their way back to base. Killing a man because he was in agonizing pain was one thing, but having to do it while they’re unconscious was another. Glancing at Constantine and Victor they, too, wore the same look.

With a nod, Cross turned away. “Victor…can you take care of it for me?”

Noticing the distress in his Captain’s voice, the older soldier nodded. “Aye, Captain, just leave it to me.”

Cross helped Constantine cut down the three clean civilians while Victor put the infected civilians out of their misery with a single shot to the chest. Cross noted the three to survive was one man and two women. The older man was in his late thirties while the two women were younger, both in their twenties.

The first one to awake was the brunette and she didn’t wake up gently. The girl woke up with a hysterical scream, instantly Constantine retrained the girl who continues to bite and scratched at his arm. Her eyes wide with fright while she continue to fight the Lieutenant.

“Calm down, miss, calm down!” Cross repeated the words over and over again in hopes she can get it through her head that nothing bad was going to happen to her.

Unfortunately the screaming didn’t stop even with Constantine’s hand muffled over her mouth. Fear that it might attract more Xeno Cross rear back her hand and gave the hysterical girl a sharp slap across the face. Her screaming lessens to pathetic whimpers.

“I need you to be quiet and calm down,” Cross hissed behind her mask.

The girl’s wide and frightened eyes snapped to hers. “Calm down? Calm down!” the girl screeched, “You just slapped me across the fucking face!”

Without warning Cross’s hand shot out and clapped around the girl’s annoying mouth. Leaning closer to her until their noses were inches apart, the Captain growled. “If you don’t shut that mouth of yours I will personally shove one of those Face Huggers down your throat, you get me?”

Whimpering the girl quickly nodded, it was a good thing to Cross that the girl was a quick learner. Releasing her mouth, the Captain stood up and glanced at the other two survivors.

“Percy, are you there?” she spoke through the little microphone implanted in her mask.

After a few second, a static replied came. “I’m here, Captain.”

Cross sighed in relieve. “Good. How is everything?”

“We ran into some Xenomorph action,” the eager voice replied. “Other than that we’re good here. We were even able to plant one of the explosives; we’re on our way to the other side.”

“Good,” she muttered and glanced down at the time ticking on her wrist band. “We have an hour left, Percy, make it fast.”

“Roger, Captain!”

Turning off the communicator, Cross walked over to the small group and said. “We have an hour left, I will carry on and look for more survivors, I need a volunteer to take these three back to base camp.”

Both men hesitated and even with the masks, Cross knew they were glaring at each other.

Victor spoke first. “I have more experience with these parasites than you, I will watch the Captain’s back.”

“And I’m not questioning your skills, Private,” Constantine bit out impatiently. “But I’m not leaving the Captain’s side.”

“Victor,” she gave the Private a nod. “Take the civilians back to base.”

Victor hesitated, even with her mask on; Victor didn’t need to see that the General’s daughter was giving him a determined look. With a sighed, he nodded. “Aye, aye, Captain. But I expect you to leave your com open for me.”

Ushering the tired civilians up, the Captain watched the Private lead them down the dark corridors. Glancing over at her Lieutenant she couldn’t help but grin.

“Stubborn,” she muttered before reloading her twin Bersa.

Constantine chuckled and did the same.

“Ready?” she cocked her weapon.

Her Lieutenant switches his weapon from flamethrower to M576 buckshot. “Ready.”

Going into the next chamber, they made their way down the dark corridors. Almost immediately they were greeted by screeching Xeno charging towards them. The two quickly took aimed and fire, each hitting their targets from safe distance until one suddenly jump down the ceiling and tackled a surprised Cross. With a grunt Cross kicked the slimy creature across the face before jumping to her feet. The sprawl Xeno lunged towards her. Quick as a cat, Cross unsheathed her Dragon Claw’s katana and brought it down the creature’s banana-like head. The Xeno continue to squirm underneath her blade and swipe at her with its claws. Scowling, the Captain grasps her Bersa and fires a couple more into its head. The creature wiggling a bit before dropping dead at her feet, unfortunately its acid blood had splattered on her chest armor. Cursing, the Captain tore flung the armor off her and watched it melt on the ground.

Killing off the last Xeno, Constantine rushed to his Captain’s side. “Are you hurt?” he looked her up and down for any signs of wounds.

“I’m fine,” she brushed off his concern. “C’mon, we don’t have much time, we need to keep moving.”

The need to check his Captain for wounds was overwhelming, but knowing they were on a time limit was more important.

Glancing down her watch every five minutes, Cross cursed when she’s realized they’ve been running for fifteen minutes with no other sign of other life. Dodging and killing any Xenomorph and Face Huggers that got in their way, Cross suppressed her frustration when they kept running into those damn parasites! The bodies they found were either dead or already infected.

It wasn’t until they came across a door that Cross halted in her track, beside her Constantine frowned. “What’s the matter, Captain?”

Cross shook her head, her glowing purple eyes staring at the words embedded above the door. She couldn’t shake off a weird feeling that something was behind this door. Looking down at the scanner, it showed one life detected behind the door, but the life-force was unknown.

“Sector Zero,” Constantine read off the door. “That’s where the scientists’ personnel go.”

Cross grunted. Than that must be where they experiment on creatures, she thought with disgust. Whatever was in there needed to get out like the rest of them…no matter what it was. Entering the code, the door hummed before sliding open. Scanning the dimly lit quarter for any signs of Xeno, Cross sighed in relieve when it beeped green.

“Cross, what are you…”

“I’ll be quick,” she assured him before walking in.

Constantine cursed but followed right behind her. Adjusting the lighting on her visors, she gasped at the sight of dead Xeno in water tubes. Both dead and alive Face Huggers were also in water tubes. They wiggling and twitched at the sight of her and Constantine. Walking further into the large chamber, Cross glance over her shoulder and watched as Constantine examine one of the dead Face Hugger. But a loud thud caught Cross’s attention, looking across the room, she noticed a square cube. It almost reminded her of the same cell glass they’d kept Connor in, except this one was surrounded by steel and a lot bigger. Walking up to it, she frowned when another loud thud came from inside the steel cube.

Her fingers twitched to press in the release codes. Could there possibly be another Xenomorph in there? Scanning it, Cross frowned when it came back unknown. If it’s not a Xeno, what could it be? Sighing Cross gathered her courage and entered the code. She quickly stood back when the cube hissed out steams before lifting open and revealing the creature inside.

Cross instantly jump back with a hissed and withdrew her katana. Her body crouched in defensive mode.

“Cross, what the…”

The enormous Yautja male, bound in chain, let loose a ferocious roar at the two. Constantine jump back with a curse, his weapon posed and ready to fire. Cross, on the other hand, titled her head to the side in a curious manner. His roar was much deeper and more animalistic than Connor’s. She was so used to seeing her son’s white scales and brown stripes that she’s forgotten what other Yautja looked like. This one’s scales was a deep shade of dark green and its stripe patterns was an even darker green. His inky black dreadlocks, decorated with gold and silver rings, nearly reached his waist. The Yautja bulky frame looked near ready to burst out those chains with just a flex of his chest. His yellows eyes glared in hatred as he stared her down.

Cross frowned when she noticed the many scars he had on his body. No, those scars weren’t earned on the battle field, they were made surgically. Ignoring his flaring mandibles, Cross walked over and reached for the file attacked to the side. Flipping the pages and quickly scanned through the writing.

“What does it say?” Constantine appeared beside her.

She shook her head. “The male Yautja was capture three weeks ago when his ship crashed landed one mile from the Colony. It was no wonder they were able to bring this big fella in,” she chuckled, looking up at the hissing Yautja. “He was unconscious when they found him and bound him in Iridium metal.”

Constantine snorted, he didn’t need to ask what was running through his Captain’ head. “You want us to free it, don’t you?”

“He, Lieutenant,” she waved a careless hand with a blushed. “Even with his loin cloth, it doesn’t hide much.”

Constantine turned to his Captain’s waved and coughs roughly with embarrassment at her indication. He turned and glared at her through the mask. “And even if we do free him, what makes you think he won’t turn on us?”

Cross sighed and glances at her watch and winced, they only had half an hour left. She was actually surprised General Cage haven’t press the detonation yet.

Ignoring Constantine’s protest, she reached for her mask and unplugged it before pulling it off. The male Yautja regarded her through hard eyes, but she knew he was studying her features.

“I know you can understand me, Yautja,” she addressed him in a firm authorized voice. “I know you’re aware this Colony is infested with Xenomorph.”

The male Yautja’s mandibles flared, his narrowing yellow eyes staring at her with intelligence and hostility. Cross nodded. “Of course you know what they are. My mission here is to find survivors and rescue them.”

That got his attention. His mandibles pulled back before letting out a curious chirped for her to continue. Cross grinned. “I’m not from this Colony and didn’t know of your captured, but since I’m here, I will not leave you here to die, do you understand me?”

The large Yautja cocked his head to the side. His yellow eyes almost seem to be piercing into her. She continued. “We don’t have much time because even as we speak I have a team settling up explosives around this place, we have less than half an hour. I will set you free if you promise to behave.”

At her words, the Yautja lifted his upper right mandibles. Cross couldn’t help but chuckled at the creature’s version of a grinned, she’s seen it many times on Connor. “I need an answer before I let you go.”

The Yautja puffed out his chest and Cross was actually afraid he might simply break the chains. But what came next surprised both Constantine and Cross.

“I will behave, ooman,” growled the muscular Yautja male.
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