Act 1 - Another Glorious Day in the Corps!

Bronx swears loudly and drops his shoulder into bull's back, trying to push him through the grid into the room beyond. "I'd swear somethin' crawled up there and died ... about 2 weeks ago by the smell of ya." he says through gritted teeth. "Mah eyes are waterin' back here, move ya arse along and stop usin' gas warfare on us!"

Pushing out of the grate into the room beyond Bull lands with a small thud of his boots echoing over the empty chamber. The room is bathed in the low emergency lighting as everywhere else casting shadows into every corner and object making it hard to see the entire place and what may lurk within. After a few moments you gather you have entered a bedroom of someone who once was here on the station, a pallet on a metal slate with the bare essentials needed for sleep, some pictures around the room and draws contacting clothing, one open with some of the clothes littered around in before it. The only other exit is the door leading out to the right of the ducts.

As Bronx lands into the shadowy room he hears a audible beep from his belt, followed by a constant flow of them. The Motion Tracker is registering movement.

"Holy f#$% ... we got contacts guys ... a shit-tonne of them ... coming from over there. About 20 clicks or so .. just outside the door and heading this way ... I think" he points in the direction of the contacts as he scans the viewscreen. He grabs for his rfile with his spare hand, continuing to watch the MT.
Wait .. wait, there must be some interference... "Bronx adjusts a few settings on the MT, and as it resets it shows a slightly different picture. "The contacts are moving away from the rooms door, hmm theres only one, at ... holy fuck ... it's quick ... it's are heading to a contact about 100 clicks from us ... that one is slowly heading this way ... holy f#$% f#$% f#$%!!"
"get on the radio .. might be human..? Warn it .."
lookin around briefly, Bronx decides to do his own dirty work and activates his helmet comm gear'
+This is private Bronx, Colonial Marines. Anyone out there got an ear on this? over+

8-Ball drags his sorry ass out of the vent system rolling clumsily to the floor. "Now what the F**K died in there...? Bull.. Was that you? You're f**king dog-meat pal." he drags himself to his feet and swings up Betty, his MG back into its harness, securing it to the gyroscopic mount.

Swinging round to Bronx, a visage of disbelief shrouding his stubbled face
"What the f**k! Humans. You're f**king kidding me right?" 8-Ball looks around the room "Did I.Q's just drop sharply whilst I was in there? There ain't no f**king humans out there, sh*t even we don't wanna be here. What do you think they're doing huh? Sitting round a camp-fire singing f**king hallelujah! Them aliens man, and they're coming to tear you a new asshole. Well maybe not Bulls asshole, I think he tore his own out back in the vent.

Bronx gives the Mt a slight shake "I dunno 8-ball, that contact out further is movin' pretty slow-like .. and that quick con is makin a damn beeline for it .. I'd say if it was human .. it ain't gonna be for long.." He looks down at the display once more. "Its about friggin' on it now.'

As the fast moving contact is just about to reach the other it disappears. Leaving only the slow moving contact about 80 foot just outside the room still moving forwards.

"Well sh*t why don't we stick up some disco lights and have ourselves a f**king party. No, howabouts we stick on the stations tannoy 'Hello Aliens, there are humans on level one. All aliens please proceed to level one'!"

8-Ball moves a bit further away from the door. "I say we send Bull. He smells like he's dead anyway. Perhaps they'll leave him alone".

Roy drags himself of that duct. "Whoa... being a dark large hole that stinks brings back memories or dating your mum Bull Guess thats where you get from." Checks over his flamer making sure nothing was leaking and readjusts the rilfe that he "adquired". "So we got more those things huh? Lets go and say hello! Nothing more friendlier then a good old fashioned cook out. I bring the heat and they are the meat.!

Bronx grins broadly." yeh f#$% it lets cook the f#$%er while its just one. Be easier than if it gets more o' them back here." His confidence is seemingly boosted once more as he watches the MT display closely.

Bull stand's up looking in the direction of where the group is watching, with his pulse rifle ready he spit's out another lot of sticky chewing tobacco, he say's

"come meet ol' painless you son's of bitche's"

and cock's rifle ready to kill anything that come's in site

nuts rolls out of the vent and looks about the group before pointing his rifle at the vent he just left
"what are we doing then? staying, going... or do you f*ckers want to sit around a talk like a bunch of women at a sewing circle"

Bronx laughs out loud. "I like the sound of that .. F#$% a bunch of women .. can I skip the talkin' part?" he continually flicks his eyes back to the MT scanner, trying to keep a close watch on the remaining Blip. "I'd say if it was a human out there, the friggin Zenopoof got it!"

"I'M BORED!" yells Roy, flicking on his pilot light for his flamer and grins. He walks over to the door, pushes the button to open it, steps in to the door way and squeezes the trigger letting a torrent of flame from the nozzle.

As the door slides open the corridor snakes left and right, turning right towards the junction corner the flame jets across the only visible length of distance scorching the corner with a fiery blast. Around the corner of the junction there is a panicked female scream followed by the heavy footfalls of running on steel decking. To the left, the corridor ends suddenly at a lift door against the right hand side. Closed. As the fire's wrath fades, the corridor dims again to the emergency lighting.

8-Ball looks around the gathered few.

"We better get out and find the sarge 'cause it'll be dark soon and they mostly come out at night.. Mostly.."

as the boy's are standing around deciding what to do Bull say's

"f#ck this sh*t let's go down that way let's kill some f*cking bug's before they kill us"

pointing inthe direction that the MT was detecting movement.

"that way" Bronx points down the corridor, his head bobbing as he looks up from the MT to point and back down again.

Flamer in hand, Roy darts though the dying flames heading toward where he heard a scream.

nuts moves swiftly towards the door tapping roy on the shoulder as the torrent of flame dies down, stepping out in to the corridor nuts spins to the left and sweeps to barren coridor with his pulse rifle raised, before spinning on his heel and looking down the corridor towards the still smouldering junction.
"hope you assholes have had your weetbix" nuts says as he moves down the coridor towrads the womans scream "and for fucks sake watch my back" his eyes flicking towards roy "and if you burn my eyebrows of again im gunns kill ya"

Bronx pushes past Roy, his rifle held in one hand, the Mt extended forward in the other. "You heard the man, lets lock n load! Time to hunt the bugs."

Turning the corner the group comes up behind the footsteps of the fleeing woman almost twenty feet ahead of them now, she stops falters and nearly falls as she looks behind her and sees the Marines. She turns around after staggering to stop herself and stands upright shouting; "You ... Freaks! You just tried to kill me!" The woman might of been beautiful if it did not look like she had been living off bread crumbs and puddles of dirty water for days. Behind her, so very silently and gracefully a shadow comes alive and as it extends itself to its full size it drops down close enough to touch the woman if it so desired in full view of the gathered Marines. It's body is sleek and has a shade of black that does nothing but reflect the darkness out from the light and almost seems to travel with a shadow attached to itself while its head, if it could be called that, a long circular structure is tipped towards the front with the only other color that can be seen. A maw of jagged, pointy perfect white teeth that are each inches long. Shaking her fist at the group the woman seems completely unaware of the horror that is a mere hands breathe behind her.

Bronx swears loudly as the second contact flashes on the MT. he quickly raises his pulse rifle and sights past Nuts and the woman - firing a couple of shots. "Con!!Get down!" he fires.

Roy aims his flamer from the hip toward the moving darkness. "Come to us, hurry! grab her and I'll burn this son of a bitch and you guys mop it up! continues looking past the women trying to see an opening.

Born with a rifle in his hands Bronx's shots echo from the barrel and speed through the Team and into the pointed teethed maw of the living nightmare behind the girl, she screams but it is to late as the creatures heads explode from the impact and splattered the carapace skull into a shower of gore the woman falls to the floor in instant agony with her body partially obscured by a sudden cloud of thick smoke-like substance as the crackle and pop of a sound that resembles something being cooked in oil . Eventually the woman stops screaming and lays still, the headless body of the creature landing on the floor with a armored clunk during all the commotion.
The Motion Tracker hanging by the belt around Bronx begins making tracking noises, and many of them. Checking the read-out gives a message of one-foot away on the closest of the contacts. Right inside the corridor with the Team, however nothing is there.