Thread: New Breeds? No Problems. ((Razerwing/Communist))

RE New Breeds? No Problems. Trystan raised an eyebrow as the attack stopped, kicking a dead Xeno with his foot before the voice came into his head again. Honestly, we're going off of the regular Xenomorph stereotype. You know, hostile, deadly, follows the orders of the Matriarch without hesitation... Oh, and the acid blood. Can't forget the acid blood. The leader tilted his head, chuckling as the talking Xeno made their reasons clear. So, you don't want to be Predator bait either? That makes two of us. You know, if your kind would piss off, we could have had the Predator situation under control, but no, you had to interfere and start a three-front war. You know what? The Xenomorph's asked for this when they started attacking Marines. Just as he was going to tell team two to report in, the comms exploded with the sound of gunfire and screams. Trystan's brow furrowed deeply as he listened in, and eventually, the screams stopped. His team of six had suddenly gone down to a team of three. Everything had gotten real quiet then, not a single ping on the tracker for the longest while. Then, the faintest hint of movement about 45 meters ahead. The Captain just shook his head, tapping both of his remaining men on the shoulders and signalling a fall back. It seems they found what they were looking for, and that could just be a very, very bad thing. Alright, you know what? I see how you want to play this game. Sounds like you only killed one guy. Mark my words, I'm coming back for the others, and you are sure as hell not going to like what I bring with me. Trystan shook his head, readying his pulse rifle once more, strapping the shotgun to his back. Team 1 beat a hasty retreat to the Typhoon, where the pilots were waiting for them, donning standard issue combat armor and holding rifles in their hands. Looked like they heard what had happened over the comm. Tryst walked up to one of the pilots, patting him on the shoulder. This bird have guns? The pilot nodded, lowering his rifle to his side. Armed with some light guns, got a missile pod on both sides. Ya gotta remember Cap'n, this bird was meant as a transport into combat zones. It'd be one big suicide mission to send it in unarmed. Trystan chuckled, nodding his head. We might be needing her. You know we've got guys trapped somewhere, this bird may just be their ticket at a new lease on life. Alright, Team 1, I want you to keep your rifles, but seeing as how we'll be going into what I think is a Xeno hive, pack the flamethrowers and a lot of gas. Jack, you too. We're leaving the Smartgun here for now. Jack sighs, picking up the flamethrower. Alright, you guys get the Typhoon into the air. I'll be activating the ping system, I want you within at least a 25 KM range. All the guns have to be loaded. The pilots shoot each other a look before hurrying onto the Typhoon. Once everyone was ready, and the engines were warmed up, Trystan ran a quick check on the Sentry positions, ammo levels, and operation. With a satisfied grin, Trystan and his team, this time accompanied by their air support, made their way back to the spot where they had been attacked before. Hello? Xeno-All-Mighty? He called out, searching the trees with a small grin on his face. I brought some friends. You wouldn't happen to be in a talking mood now would you? I do need my guys back, and I don't think you want me to burn through this planet to find them.