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(( I'm assuming I'm the prey? ))

Eli heard a clink, and spun around to face the door, "Dammit!" he yelled, taking a deep breath before the smoke reached him. Moving behind the large chair in the center of the room, he took cover, then took one of the rifles off his shoulder, firing out the door where he could see a group of aliens, hoping to take a few down at least.

He already know he wasn't going anywhere, though, aside from wherever they wanted. He was trapped now, cut off by at least four of them from what he could see, not to mention the green smoke that was quickly filling the room. He was quickly running out of breath, and knew it wouldn't be long before he had to either pass out from lack of oxygen, or pass out from inhaling the stuff.

He slung the second rifle off his shoulder, thankful for the strength upgrades he had, allowing him to more easily wield both guns at once, and he continued to fire wildly into the doorway. Shit... can't hold my breath... he thought, inhaling a little when he couldn't help it any more. Almost immediately he felt his vision start to blur slightly, and then he fell forwards, "Son uv ah b...

As the gas cleared, the Aliens dropped from the walls, their breath now completely audible from the respirators.

"Operation success. You guys should finish mopping the place up for the transports." The voice crackled through the respirator. The Alien looked at the body of the cyborg, and looked back at his squad mates. "Secure the corridors, and make sure this area is sealed off."

Moving towards the unconscious Flesh-encased-in-metal-bag, the Alien took out a needle from his sidepouch, as liquid nitrogen vapour spewed out of the container. He proceeded to recklessly jab the needle into the cyborg's cheek, injecting a day's sleep of tranquiliser.

"Resistance neutralised." The Alien spoke quietly, picking up the Plasma rifle that the cyborg had dropped. "Mak'sua! Take a look at this!"
An extra terrestrial head poked round the corner of the door.
"Yes?"
"Peculiar! They have cybernetic technology, but they are still using plasma as a munition!"
"That's nothing peculiar. We use charged ions, yet our cybernetics are incredibly limited. If you look at this from their point of view, we're incredibly peculiar."
"Mak, their technology is ancient, yet advanced to us, and we are fighting a war with them?"
"I know. Ever since I was a hatchling, I wished there were lifeforms other than that of the Empire. Shame really, that we're going to eradicate them."

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the scientists fled, running to their blast protected quarters, leaving her on the table to . . Well, pretty much die. It didn't bother her. She knew they were under attack, all the video cameras had cut out just as the door shriveled away and the aliens had stepped through. She jumped off the table, flicked a cigarette into her mouth, lit it and grabbed a shotgun and another odd looking weapon from the stash in the cupboard. She flipped through the drawers until she found the 4th prototype of the drug. It wasn't as effective as the new stuff but there was no blackout and no extreme pain. It would need to work.

She ran to wards the main hall, shooting 4 regular doses of the drug into her wrist as she ran along. She stopped, noticeing a man through the door with medical equipment scattered along the room. She ran in, hopeing for some help and noticed the cybernetic equipment this man carried. She gazed down, looking at the mechanics, Can you hear me? Respond somehow if you can. She stared at the man's face, the cigarette smoke coiling up around her face.

[[Question, exactly what do these aliens look like? (Description would work, picture if necessary.)]]

His wrist, which is opened, galvanizes into action, running the pistons. He is unable to respond, due to his vulnerablity during the EMP strike. Slowly the movement spreads through his body, and eventually he is able to slide off the table. "Thank you... i suppose" he grunts through his teeth. He runs the gun change on his right arm and flex's, testing his joints.

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Question. You want do die? She says, walking backwards out of the door and looking down the hallway, I wouldn't be surprised if they showed up now. She takes the cigarette out of her mouth and points it down towards the entryway, Alien raid.

"Die? No. Of course not... but its harder to kill me than most expect." He walks out with her and looks at the doorway, as an alien or two barge out, he shoots them both in the face. And looks back, at an alien directly behind. He swings his fist and it falls short. The alien laughs, and so does he. He quickly initates blade change, impaling his arm on the alien.

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(( Well, I had the image of a sentient Geiger Alien mixed with a more crustacean look. 2 arms, 2 legs, One head, a tail. ))

"Supervisor, I've received a direct report that the Left's mission has succeeded. Tell them to pull back, I wouldn't like to go through the recruitment process again."
"Yes, Admiral."
"Prepare the Salvaging contraption. We'll want to take a look at this human."
"What, we're taking him aboard the ship?"
"Of course. I have a few questions to ask, myself."
"Fair enough."

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Sector Theta-59
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A lone alien sat atop a destroyed wall of the ruined city of Taipei. The EMP really had done the humans there.

"Oi, Hel'ski! I told you to help clear up the mess!"
"Hey, chill, I'm just breathing some oxygen!"
"What, you want to be punished for abusing addictive substances?"
"Nah, I just want to have a break."
"Get. Off. Wall. Before I fry you."
"Alright, alright."

The Alien got off the wall, putting on his respirator, and slinging his rifle over his back. Looking beside him, he stopped, and waited for the Tripod to cross, as he crossed the road, hurriedly, following his Captain.

"So are we meant to set base up here?"
"Of course."
"What's going to happen to the local wildlife?"
"Hmm."

The Captain stopped, and pulled out a small, handheld device, and stared at it for a few seconds.

"Extermination of resistance, and enslavement of the workers. Sounds just like the usual."
"Whoa, we've really started to do a few things wrong here."
"I don't care. They're not one of our species."
"But the whole enslavement thing is just wrong! I oughta go to the supreme council and say this."
"And you think they'll listen to a Vakkorian Oxygen smuggler, who has spent 30 cycles in prison, resisted arrest, and still continued substance abuse afterwards?"
"Ouch."
"See me after the war, I'm going to get your arse handed to the Disciplinary sect."

The two aliens carried on walking, as various other soldiers walked past, carrying equipment, or clearing up debris, or setting up barricades.

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You have a plan? She says as she looks around, searching for any more hostiles. 'Cuz I really don't. She puts the cigarette back in her mouth and takes a puff before flicking it onto the ground.

[[Well I have no idea what you mean by that, so for now I think I'll just imagine them as the Brute's from Halo without the mouth flap thingy.]]

"Plan?" He says as he scans through his CPU. He finds 35 Random Alien-Brigade attacks programmed by D.N.A And cycles through them, explaining each of them.

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She looks kind of weirded out, Whatever. Follow me. she says as she walks out of the room and takes off down the hall. There might still be some outside.