Fandom Aliens: Fallen Angel

[Kameron Esters-]

Biograhpy is still unfinished but its what i got for the time being

 

[WanderingScribe]

James gripped the plastic bucket of the bin as he emptied the contents of his stomach, vomiting into the container. He groaned and wiped his eyes, still groggy from four month cryosleep. Around him his fellow marines milled around in the EEV room. Some were putting on their BDUs, others bantering while a few still lay in the open cyrotubes trying to get some shuteye before muster. He wiped his mouth as he rested his hands on his knees. He almost jumped when he felt a cold hand on his shoulder, but held his composure.

“Are you alright?” The man asked. He was tall, an appeared to be in his mid to late forties with brown hair and a receding hairline, bearing a striking resemblance to the Weyland-Yutani programmer bearing the same name.

“I’m alright Bishop. Just some cryosickness is all.” James said to the android as he straightened up, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He groaned and walked over to his locker, opening the metal door as he watched his battalion. All around the ship other groups were waking up getting ready to board the ship. Hell a few already left. Still feeling the sickness he put on his shades to avoid the bright lights. Then a booming voice echoed in the room. If anyone was still asleep they were wide awake now.


“ALL PERSONAL REPORT TO HANGER BAY 5! NOW! IF ONE MARINE IS ABSENT THE WHOLE BRIGADE WILL BE SPRINTING LAPS AROUND THE MOTORPOOL!”

The intercom seemed to reverberate as the colonel’s voice boomed over the speakers. James sighed and finished buttoning up his BDUs. He looked around and sneered at some of the newer folk. He didn’t like having this many new faces. Lots of ex army. More military cutbacks. More wars being fought in space and offworld then back home. The Army and Navy soon found themselves letting soldiers and sailors go only for them to re-enlist in the Colonial Marines or the Space Force. He didn’t like it. Sure he was a soldier first but he enlisted to kill on exotic worlds, not just to pay the bills. Speaking of which, he walked over to Weaver. James thought he was a decent fellow, they’d been in a few firefights together and occasionally even got along in the real world.

“Weaver, trust these new guys? I mean like as people not as fighters. That new asshole Jagger he’s some ex special forces fuck, you really think we can trust this asshole not to cut and run to the brass when he hears something he doesn’t like?”

 

[RandomGuyOffTheStreet2475]

Richmond popped awake as the obnoxiously loud intercoms came on. He rubbed his eyes and face groaning “Fuck sake...” he hadn’t really talked to anyone yet, but he didn’t really mind them. He slowly stood up putting his hands on his knees as he did so, he quickly put his BDU’s on as he heard a little ways away,

“That new asshole Jagger”
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He looked over to the two, too tired to really care at this point, but what had he done to this point to warrant that, he was generally quiet around everyone. He grabbed his M41A Pulse Rifle and walked at a slow pace towards the two of them, so when finally got there he grinned “so hows it going boys, cryosleep really messes with you don’t it.” He held his M41A Pulse Rifle down by his side in a leisurely manner. He stretched slightly as he awaited their reaction, oh how badly he wants to embarrass them.

 

[WanderingScribe]

Richmond popped awake as the obnoxiously loud intercoms came on. He rubbed his eyes and face groaning “Fuck sake...” he hadn’t really talked to anyone yet, but he didn’t really mind them. He slowly stood up putting his hands on his knees as he did so, he quickly put his BDU’s on as he heard a little ways away,

“That new asshole Jagger”
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He looked over to the two, too tired to really care at this point, but what had he done to this point to warrant that, he was generally quiet around everyone. He grabbed his M41A Pulse Rifle and walked at a slow pace towards the two of them, so when finally got there he grinned “so hows it going boys, cryosleep really messes with you don’t it.” He held his M41A Pulse Rifle down by his side in a leisurely manner. He stretched slightly as he awaited their reaction, oh how badly he wants to embarrass them.

“I mean think about it man, Weyland-Yutani terraforming outpost goes down, and a merc ship from the Three Worlds Empire just pops up in orbit and then some black ops spook shows up in our brigade?”

James asked leaning on cryotube. He popped an unlit cigarette into his mouth, chewing on it. He didn’t like this, He didn’t like this at all. He grinded his teeth into the paper rolling of the cigarette. He raised a lighter to the cigarette, but stopped. Probably not a good idea not to light up around a room of flammable objects. James tucked the lighter into his pockets and continued on with his theory.

“Just sayin’, normally I don’t care who we kill or why but this whole thing it screams conspiracy the-“ he paused when the new guy interrupted him. James sighed and looked over at him. He shook his head and ignored him, but took the rifle from his hands checking the chamber to see if it was empty.

He shrugged he handed it back, “No weapons in the cyroroom. Lots of wrong can happen with that combination.” James stared at the wall and drummed his fingers along the window of the cryotube. He tapped his feet along the ground waiting for their sergeant. Speak of the devil. Sgt. Ford walked into the room in full combat gear. He was the marine’s marine. His armor was pristine, his face shaved clean and already barking orders.

He was already shouting for the marines to head to the armory to get their gear and weapons, Something to do with their sister battalion already boarding the ship and how the colonel requested them in the hanger bay. James was about to leave when he realized Jagger still had the rifle in his hands.. Ford started screaming for Jagger to get on his hands and start pushing all while screaming insults and asking him if protocol meant anything to him and how this wasn’t the army anymore. Ford grabbed the rifle from his hands and told Jagger if he did this again he’d be sent back to basic and stuck on a rock for the rest of his career. James looked at Bishop and shrugged as a small crowd formed around Jagger being forced to do pushups as Ford screamed at him.

 

[RandomGuyOffTheStreet2475]

As his rifle got tugged from his hands Richmond got down in position and did them while the crowd gathered. His arms felt like boulders, his mind was still a little fuzzy, and the sickness from the cryosleep was making him want to give out altogether, but he was better than that. He kept pushing through as more marines gathered, that alone angered him not to mention the insults that were spewing from Fords mouth. His arms felt like he just walked a mile carrying earth above his head, but he decided he would not give up. He kept going, kept fighting through the pain, the insults, the anger, until finally Sgt. Ford yelled for him to get up and head to The Armory before he changed his mind. You better believe Richmond was gone, off in a blur.

When he got there he grabbed all his gear, loaded up on ammo, and headed off to Hanger Bay 5 where he stood with the rest of the Marines and waited hoping he did not make that mistake again.