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Aliens vs. Master Chief Part 1
Posted By: Spartan058-Halogeeky<youngartist2151@yahoo.com>
Date: 26 October 2005, 12:32 am
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Aliens vs. Master Chief
Lieutenant James Parker pushed a crate slowly down the hall of the Selik Space Station. He was mumbling to himself in frustration as the noisy crate-on-wheels kept thumping over every crease in the grated path. The light's faulty wiring kept going on and off, and was constantly being replaced by the dark red back-up lights, giving the tunnels a creepy feel to it. The same dead path, that same awful smell of rusting or melted metal made him wince. He had done this too many times; delivery. It was always delivery…ever since his last major assignment at least. They had laid him off for awhile, to jobs Lieutenants don't normally do, so that no one would suspect him. He was clearly starting to get fed up and aggravated. That same line, that came in somewhere along his journey; the stereotypical "Be careful with that son". He was a glad that he was to be escorting these crates to the Margos Taken research labs; finally a new environment. But this time was a little different…he had no idea what he was delivering. Usually they'd tell you. Fragmentation grenades, ammo, fuel, some wacky battle armor for the freak they love so much…but not this time. He had considered opening the crate to take a little peak, but the big red letters on the side did say "CAUTION: DO NOT OPEN." If they wasted the paint on warning you…well then, you'd better not open it. Perfect logic.
He rounded the corner out into the Pelican Bay. The bay was just a big open room, with people working on the fork-lifts and oil stains on the floor. It had loose wires hanging from the ceiling, rusted crosswalks outlining the walls and a few cargo crates stacked up in the back, near the huge shuttle bay doors. Not much else. To put it this way: It's definitely not where the tourists would go. Why couldn't they at least hire someone to clean up the filthy place? It looks as if they hired everyone else.
I mean, I'd do it if I was paid more...
He smiled and nodded at the people who greeted him…he'd been doing this so long people recognized him. He curled his lip, and started for the Pelican that was going to deliver the crates. Five other Pelicans were in the shuttle bay. Some where refilling fuel tanks, others were assigned for minor repairs, and only two were excepting delivery. As he got closer to his assigned Pelican, he held his breath as the awful stench rolled over yet again. Fuel, exhaust, humidity and sweat all combined; it was awful. The people could at least get rid of the sweat part by taking a shower…either that or install a little A/C. He walked up the ramp to the assigned Pelican and looked around the cramped storage space. Five other crates had the same "CAUTION: DO NOT OPEN" sign that he had come to know and love. He scoffed as he secured the crate, and told the pilot that he was ready for take-off.
Derek was on his sixth trip to the laboratories with the mysterious crates that had arrived to the Margos Taken research ship this afternoon. He wondered what the other scientists were working on that was good enough to be called "classified". He had been working for the Margos Taken labs for two years now, and he still was confined to mini-jobs and research. It wasn't because he wasn't good at what he did; it was probably because he had a tendency to be a little "careless". He didn't like to admit it, but there were quite a few times that he had made major mistakes.
As he continued to walk down the quiet halls, he listened to the tranquil pattern of thuds the crate made on the way down the tiled hallway. He sighed inwardly as a new breeze of chemical smells leaked out into the narrow hallway. Every five feet or so, a new door, a new laboratory, and a new smell would waft into the hall. People would probably call him crazy but…he enjoyed the smell and the general cleanliness of the laboratories, since it was rare that he would even get to enter one. As he continued, he watched as the bright lights shined every four feet and became a pattern of light and shadows as he passed under them slowly.
He arrived at laboratory 23 and slid the thin I.D card through the slot. The door "beeped" green and opened. He rolled the crate inside with the others. As he pushed the crate farther back into the lab, maneuvering it past garbage can and a couple of counters, he noticed a computer on one of the desks. It had a file opened on the screen that someone had probably forgotten to shut down. He let go of the crate and looked around; no one was here. Finally curiosity caught him in his own snare. He leaned over and read:
>FILE ENCRYPTED/SPECIEFIED EYES ONLY /DR.CELCOVY, DR MADISON, DR.BELLINGHAM /18827596057431-SA
>DERCRYPTION KEY: [OPERATION: CLASSIFIED]
>SPECIFIC INFORMATION-[UNKNOWN ALIEN FOUND]
>SENDER/ SELIK SPACE STATION
>
>
>>Professors,
>
Six unknown egg-like organisms have been sent to you for your analyses. We believe that these organisms are hostile and should be examined with great care. One of our scientists has already tried to examine one, but was later found with something attached to his face…some sort of parasite. Soon after the parasite seemed to die and fall off. We don't know what happened, but the scientist is currently under quarantine. We shall get back to you when the results come in, for further information. Until then, do not examine these organisms.
>
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION/:
>
One of the eggs we have sent you is larger, and a darker brown. We do not know what is different about this egg so please take extra caution when around it.
>
Thank you
>>
>>>Lieutenant Stafargler
>>
[END FILE:/]
Derek leaned back and frowned. He looked at his watch; 3:03 pm. He had to get back to work soon. Thinking about it will just have to wait until after his shift. Perhaps he'll ask one of the doctors about it. He gave a puzzled look to himself, but as he turned around to leave, he noticed that one of the crates was open and its lid was on the floor.
"Hello?" He called out. No one answered. He looked around again and slowly walked over to pick up the lid, but before he closed the crate, he peered inside. He suddenly took a step back as the large dark brown egg opened four flaps releasing a horrible smell. Derek winced and considered going to get help, but his curiosity got the better of him. He slowly bent over and glimpsed inside again…a red hand, or claw started to craw out. Derek started to turn around and run but it was too late.
The thing jumped onto Derek's face and curled its tail around his neck….Darkness covered him.
It had begun.
Derek woke up and gasped for breath. He clutched his chest, closed his eyes, and took in a deep lungful of air. He let it out through his nose, in an attempt to calm himself down, and remember what had happened; nothing yet. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was sitting in a corner, on the floor, in some lab. He looked at his watch: 3:19pm. How long had he'd been like this? His memory had started to come back to him piece by piece. He closed his eyes again and the pictures of his memory flashed. He went through the scene as though he were watching a movie. He couldn't remember much; he saw the number 23, a door opened and he saw some crates, a computer (he tried reading what was on the screen, but with no luck.) He looked back and he saw an open crate. The last of the "mind movie" was something jumping toward his face. He opened his eyes in a flash. He remembered everything now. He started looking for the bug-thing in a panic. He glanced to his right and gasped. The parasite was one the floor next to him. He tried to push himself farther into the wall he was leaning on. The parasite didn't move.
Is it dead?
He leaned closer to take a better look. It was all curled up like a, well, a dead bug. He sighed with relief, leaned back, and closed his eyes yet again. Suddenly he clutched his chest again as he felt immense pain in his ribs. He broke out into a cold sweat and he looked around with frightened eyes as the chest pain grew worse. Derek let out a last scream as—
The young Queen Chest-Burster screeched as she drew in her first and wonderful breath. She quickly observed her surroundings as her vision adjusted to the new light. The Queen slithered out of her host and scanned the area as she saw and compared heat sources and hiding spots. She quickly determined that under a desk across from the dead host, would be best. It had the darkest lighting, and it was in a place where she could see everything. An alarm sounded in the background and she heard footsteps outside; she knew something was coming. Someone burst through the door and ran over to her dead host. The man, who had just come in, yelled something like "help". She silently approached this yelling person and jumped onto his back. She used her teeth and her jaw to dig herself a hole in the human. The "Yeller" cried out again as she crawled inside another host. This would provide both food and shelter for her survival. She felt him crash forward onto the floor, and all her highness had to do now, was feed, and wait.
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