Prompt Me! (Version 2)

[TheMusician321]

I'm trying to get my writing skills, and in extension my RPing skills sharper, so give me a scenario to work with, think of something like /r/WritingPrompts and i'll write you a little story.

[Imperator_Titan]

Ed Trevor being dragged off into the darkness by a queen who solo-screeched him because she decided that Trevor is just too much of a worry.

[NoahKirchner]

two marines on a non-hostile planet, bored, with one bottle of booze and a handgun

[TheMusician321]

Ed Trevor being dragged off into the darkness by a queen who solo-screeched him because she decided that Trevor is just too much of a worry.

AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CEEEENAAA dut duru du

The horrible screeching noise of John Xeno vibrates through my body as I feel my very soul shivering in fright, as I fall to the ground I was able to take a quick glance around me, my SADAR cluttering uselessly to the side, I am alone. the thought rings in my head as my heart pounds against my chest, I feel the cold, slimey, claws of John Xeno dig into my flesh as I am dragged off into the dark, a hugger slapped on my face as my world fades to blackness, before I hit the big red X a single thought rings out in my head fucking hugger combat.

[Helgraf]

Jon 'Houndslayer' Svarlson in an HG round.

[TheMusician321]

two marines on a non-hostile planet, bored, with one bottle of booze and a handgun

"Damn it Waffles, you just had to blow that pipe up did you?" said Trevor as he kicks the hull of the escape pod, It totally wasn't my fault we were now stranded on an uninhabited island, I mean, how was I to know that pipe controlled the coolants for the SM, Totally wasn't my fault. I lean back on a palm-like tree "It'll be fiiiiiiine~ Things couldn't possibly get worse from this now can it?" I say casually as I twirl the pistol around my finger, safety on, of course, Trevor drifts towards me as he opens the bottle of booze and takes a swig from it, I open my hand gesturing for it, he passes it over and I take a nice long drink from it before handing it back.

"What now?" He says, I get up from my position and begin tearing into the escape shuttle, welding tool ignited as I begin tearing pieces from the hull, I motion for him to do the same as he begins deconstructing the windows, First I start off with the southern hatch, that needs to go. I tear down the airlock and with a couple of sticks, some padding and some good old elbow grease I set up a makeshift tarp to collect rain water, I glance over at Trevor and see him building a miniature stove. (AN: I'll do more of this in a bit.)

[Eenkogneeto]

Squad leader leaves for a quick smoke while the squad sets up a FOB on ice colony, and when he returns the specialists smart gun is telling him the SL is a hostile.

[TheMusician321]

Squad leader leaves for a quick smoke while the squad sets up a FOB on ice colony, and when he returns the specialists smart gun is telling him the SL is a hostile.

RATATAT went my spec's smartgun as three bullets lodge themselves in a young runner, slowed down by the sand it didn't stand a chance against my squad's superior ranged capabilities, as it begins the stages of death I draw my boot knife when suddenly I notice the Spec's smartgun aimed towards me, "The hell you pointing it at me for?" I say, almost annoyed at him, "The HUD's telling me you're hostile, SL." said the Spec, a murmur goes out through my squad, "Ah hell." I say, as my arm morphs into a blade, the boot knife in my hand suddenly finding it's way into the Spec's cranium, my body becoming a blur as I one by one my squad falls to the ground, necks are cut, veins are ruptured, and soon all that is a bloody smear on the ground as I absorb them into me, I sigh in annoyance at having to clean my uniform, I turn towards the Young Runner as it begins frantically screeching in fear, as quick flick of my wrist quickly ends it misery, Utilizing my enhanced speed I quickly drag a couple of lizard corpses to my position before the rest of the marines come, As I finish moving the last of the corpses, I pull out a packet of cigarettes and light one, taking a long drag before noticing the marines coming, "Just in time." I say with casual swagger as they notice the destruction all around me, everyone thinks I was simply the lone survivor, Nobody expects more than one antag. Nobody.

[TheMusician321]

Jon 'Houndslayer' Svarlson in an HG round.

"Fuck me." I mutter under my breath as I slowly realize what the fuck had happened, Big ass jamaican space pirate ninjas kidnap me, now they're forcing me to fight my fellow space ninja abductees, I immediately make a mad dash for one of the armored domes in the distance, the thick foliage slapping against my skin, causing a couple scrapes, a cut here and there, once inside of the dome I crack open a crate and lo and behold, a fucking sword. My heart leaps to my chest in joy as I am now armed, I give the sword a few swings to test out the balance, satisfied with my loot I put it in my backpack, moving towards a window I spot a flash of light in the distance, squinting I can barely make out a faint outline of a person, I duck as the light sweeps over, putting my ear to the ground I hear the thick thumping of foot steps, Quickly acting, I get up from my prone position and charge towards the footsteps nearly tripping over myself, drawing the sword I take a quick look into the eyes of my prey, a look of horror flashes on his face before I bring down my sword, his clothing rips as his chest turns red, he stumbles backwards surprised by the sudden attack, I waste no time in following up, taking advantage of his position, I see him reach for a revolver tucked away in his belt, I quickly slash at his hand cutting his fingers clean from the knuckle, he screams in pain and agony as I bring my sword to his chest, a stab through his heart quickly ends his screaming, I quickly pick up his revolver and tuck it away in my belt, I strip him of his backpack and begin making my way to Nexus. This'll be a long day I think to myself as I start walking off in the distance, blood dripping from my ill-gotten gains.

[Eenkogneeto]

The contents of your personal locker on the sulaco. The little knickknacks, items from lost friends or photos of family, that kind of thing.

[TheMusician321]

The contents of your personal locker on the sulaco. The little knickknacks, items from lost friends or photos of family, that kind of thing.

The pitter patter of boots on the metal flooring fills my ears as I follow the swarm of marines towards Prep, taking my ID out of my pocket, I scan it over the Alpha Prep room and quickly make my way to the very end, taking my ID I quickly slide it through the scanner lock holding my precious loot from previous operations, my eyes drift over to the alien dagger in the corner, one of many of my ill-gotten gains from my tours throughout the USCM, I shift my gaze onto the precious guitar I brought back from Earth, it's mahogany body connecting with phosper-bronze strings creating a nice and warm tone, perfect for relaxing post-op, I gazingly look into the bag full of gold and diamonds, mentally calculating how many Booze-o-Mat vendors worth of alcohol I could buy, with that, I pick up my uniform and begin gearing up for my next operation...

[Snypehunter007]

A corporate liason desperately sends faxes all round and suddenly one comes in, but it delivers bad news...

[TheMusician321]

A corporate liason desperately sends faxes all round and suddenly one comes in, but it delivers bad news...

"What do you mean THEY are here?" yelled Commander Jack Knight as he slams his fist on the table.

"Yes, THEY are here." replies the Liason, handing a black folder with a big Wey-Yu tag on the front, the sounds of muffled gunfire can be heard from the distance with the occasional explosion.

Jack grabs the folder and begins reading it, his face turning from his usual stern demeaner to a horrified one, he looks up to the Liason, mouth agape and asks "Is this real", the Liason nods his head.

The commander slowly turns around, and with skills honed from years of experience quickly draws his ivory handled m4a3 pistol and shoots the Liason inbetween the eyes, a dull thud can be heard as he walks towards his charges, valiantly firing into the horde of xenomorphs charging down the hallway, he raises his gun and proceeds to fire a round into each of their heads, the sound muffled by the louder gunfire, the xenomorphs, now unhindered by the lack of gunfire begin charging towards him, he raises his pistol and fires a shot into his own head, the folder dropping to the floor laying open for all to see, inside was only one sentence, it reads: "Commander Jack Knight, we are sending your in-laws to assist you on the vessel, Signed, Wey-Yu Special Projects Director."

[SagaSword]

The Alien Queen gets black mailed by W-Y because she was much of a dickhead to their research

[TheMusician321]

The Alien Queen gets black mailed by W-Y because she was much of a dickhead to their research

As explosions ring out in the distance, the tall figure calmly walks past the line of sandbags, trudging through the sea of corpses and broken helmets, he calmly flips open a zippo lighter and closes it quickly, he repeats this as he trudges on, the red blood coating his once shiny shoes, in another hand, he withdraws his zippo into his briefcase, in the distance behind him he hears the yelling of marines and his personal entourage begging him to come back, he ignores their yells as he reaches into his armpit holster, he draws out a silver gun with a gold trim and quickly fires a round into an approaching xenomorph, he walks forward, calmly firing into the horde, with a loud screech an even bigger lizard seemingly controlling the swarm calls them back, the man halts in his steps and motions for the giant to come forward, Unafraid, it strolls towards him in large towering steps, it comes to stop in front of the man, curiousity painted on it's well-worn face, He drops the briefcase as it dramatically opens in front of the towering giant, The man looks at the xenomorph as he picks up a single picture, he asks "We know what you did." he says, as he lets the picture fall, the Queen takes a step back and nodding it's head, it recalls the swarm as they return into their holding chambers, it cannot let her children know, it's secret will be kept in exchange for obedience. The man strolls back into the lines, the marines part with their jaws open in amazement, his personal entourage of yes-men and secretaries cheering for him as he retreats back into their shuttle.