The Fiorina Incident.

[RandomWriter]

The Fiorina Orbital Penitentiary was a military owned prison originally designed around Fiorina 161 for numerous reasons. For starters, while ships like the ill-fated USS Sulaco or the USS Almayer are capable of carrying numerous amounts of prisoners for long periods of time, their primary goal was and is to ship troops.

This orbital prison station was originally constructed under the supervision of numerous civilian contractors hired by both the USCM, and the small colonial government of Florina 161, both as a place to store prisoners, and to provide a way-station for USCM forces in the area. However, shortly after former Brigadier General ****** ***** was given full authorization and control over the civilian contractors, the remaining space used in the station's construction was used for classified purposes. (Sadly, he did not wish for his name to be mentioned, due to a large amount of the press and public having their eyes on him at the time.)


It was largely written off as inconsequential until, after dispatching a distress signal, the station went dark. The USS Almayer, shortly after responding to the communications left, and has not been seen since.

What mysteries did the prison hold? What happened to the Almayer? We may never know the answers to these questions, though as usual, reporters of other networks are coming up with crazy theories involving CLF warlords, or the isolationist and withdrawn UPP engaging in clandestine action. A few of these theories seem plausible, but we have no one from the Almayer willing to speak.

Well, almost no one. The sole survivor, the one man who hasn't either been marked as a solid MIA or KIA, Mr. Bobby 'Sharp' Dickens. It's been over ten years since the Almayer vanished, but he's finally breaking his silence.

And he's bound to have quite the story.

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Warning. You do not appear to have enough clearance for files on Project KAIJU. By the authority of Brigader General- Override accepted. Good morning, sir.

As ordered approximately 10 years ago, I've been analyzing and monitoring all transmissions, forms of social media, and press related to Fiorina's Orbital Penitentiary. As also ordered, I have been very busy analyzing all recovered project data, and I believe I've found a few files that might pique your interest. I must warn you, however. Known Weyland-Yutani technicians have been attempting to remotely access me for some time, though they have been unable to manually access any of the drives, all of which were sealed off when-

All of my security protocols have been overridden, as have my core programs. Attempting to reconfigur-

File extraction completed. Preparing to wipe all core programs and executable files. Goodbye, sir.

Ten years ago, no one would have ever heard of the Fiorina Orbital Penitentiary, and those in the higher echelons of the USCM who knew about the project would have been happy about it. Other than the occasional celebrity prisoner like 'Jack', one of America's greatest con and escape artists, few people batted an eye, few people sent inspectors, and none of those inspectors cared about the wellbeing of the prisoners.

All anyone cared about, Samuel thought, as he motioned to a group of technicians moving Subject 'Hound's' crate to her containment chamber, was the project.

"Alright, you guys are perfect." Project Director Samuel Weston stated, as the crate was finally lined up. "Be sure to keep your hands away from the crate when it opens up in a few seconds, she can get a little-

Subject 'Hound' bolted out of the crate on all fours, her red carapace clearly visible in all of the light, before turning around, a roar emitting from her mouth. No, her mouths, Samuel remembered, as she ran for the door to her containment cell, only for it to thankfully slam shut.

"Aggressive." Samuel finished, as she began to bash her head against the door, hissing and screeching and making numerous vocalizations. It was all so...

Fascinating.

If they could tame her or the other subjects, Project KAIJU would be perfect.

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Project KAIJU was originally brought into being as one of numerous contingency plans constructed by the USCM to combat the UPP or CLF forces, and as such, all work on it is off the books. The only people with access to Project KAIJU's files are researchers hired by the US, high ranking members of the US government, and high ranking USCM officials, such as former Brigadier General and current presidential candidate-

Naturally, the lack of Weyland-Yutani's involvement in the project besides supplying equipment and machinery did not go over well with Weyland-Yutani, though they only had suspicions as to what the project was about.

Namely, the construction of biological weapons or enhancements to American troops to give them a substantial edge over the UPP, despite the numerical advantage of the UPP.

Though there were a few minor security breaches and attempts at clandestine action the UPP have absolutely no idea what we've been doing.

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Subject 'Monarch' was the pinnacle of their work.

She was one of the largest of them, the most intelligent of the subjects, and she was essential to making more subjects. As Samuel watched the guards herding the prisoner into her containment chamber, he couldn't help but reminisce.

Much earlier in the project's development, she had been such a tiny little thing, planting some form of resin based vegetation, and she had been a social butterfly, compared to the other subjects. Of course, she was hostile to anyone dumb enough to physically enter her chamber, but when they offered her challenges or tested her with things like a stunprod, and used positive and negative reinforcement?

She excelled.

. . .

Which made it really bad once she breached containment approximately 48 hours later.

[RandomWriter]

I'll add more to this later! Promise!

Also, tell me if you want your marine character or something to make a cameo. (Fair warning, it won't end well probably.)

[JennerH]

Throw in Madison 'Spicey' Delaney

I love it so far, keep up the good work!

[AmazinglyAmazing]

Liking this already! Excited to see how this goes!

Mind adding Paul 'Grunt' Lorenz to this death trap?

[edgardo]

oh boi this look great, you mind adding my character Jeff 'axe' Jenkin to this cuckstation boi ?

[Minimike]

This is swell.
If you wouldn't mind, I would enjoy being in it - Victor Rennem.

[Kerek]

You should add me in! Ryan Steelberg, prisoner aboard the station.

[RandomWriter]

Gladly to all of these!

I'll update within the span of tonight/few days.

[RandomWriter]

It was approximately 32 hours before the main containment breach, and Timothy Biggs, the Warden of the station, had absolutely no idea what was going to occur.

Then again, outside of the prisoner records and security consoles, he knew very little about what the researchers were actually doing. All he knew was that they required access to the prisoners, and they were keeping...some things in a classified wing.

If his ID were capable of allowing him access, he'd have stormed in there, began pointing out any flagrant violations in containment, and likely attempted to at least pull rank.

At the very least, the secrecy piqued his curiosity. At the very most, it represented a threat to the civilians who lived on the station. Families of the guards, others who required housing, and the quarters for all 'employees' on the station.

"Next." Timothy spoke, as the records computer showed even more records.

"Ryan Steelburg. Known crimes include resisting arrest, insubordination towards government officials, and-" The Warden didn't even bother to hear the rest of them. Great, another political prisoner.

"Requested for testing."

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"Fiorina 161's 'colonial administration', while heavily militaristic and overseen by a virtual dictator, suits both the interests of Project KAIJU and the interests of the region. For starters, most if not all prisoners are quickly ferried off to the station, allowing for more data, while allowing the United States to look as though they are giving them limited autonomy. Though the CLF will still continue to add more 'anti-imperialist' propaganda, it will be quickly repressed by said administrators." -Project KAIJU Director, Samuel Weston.

"And what of the UPP?" -Brigadier General ****** *****

"They'll likely just see Fiorina as a puppet government, similar to the ones they're setting up."

"Understood."

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Ryan Steelburg hadn't done anything wrong. Well, he hadn't done much, besides smashing his former boss's car, getting into a shouting match with police, and running when one of them fired lethal rounds into the air. And yet, here he was, in a 'medium security' cell, doing his best to try and sleep.

The loud complaints about how another prisoner felt feverish with some sort of stomach bug and the colorful responses yelled at him in return involving rusty shivs, his mother, and tossing him into deep space weren't helping.

"Guys, mind keeping it down for a little? I just want to sleep." Ryan said, as his hand drifted to the side of the cold, barely put together cot he called a bed, only for the man's screaming to get even louder, as the other prisoners's responses slowly began to stop, starting with the ones closest to him.

As Ryan got to his feet, he could barely see..something.

The prisoner was lying limp on the ground, as other prisoners began to scream, with not a single guard in sight.

For the next thirty five minutes, no guard showed up, either.

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(Warning, long log.)

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Subject descriptions and psychological profiles.

Subject 'Hound:' One of the first subjects to be 'birthed', using a prisoner as a host. Subject 'Hound' is similar to a canine, moving on four legs, though like all other subjects, she has a slender and incredibly sharp tail like a scorpion, which she used on Prisoner T-15 in the first attempt at human contact.

Psychological notes: Subject 'Hound' is one of the most aggressive, though Subject 'Mars' may eclipse her in that. She is capable of showing intelligence, but unlike Subject 'Monarch' and Subject 'Planter', she largely uses said intelligence for more rudimentary games than logic puzzles or tests involving positive or negative reinforcement, such as "How do I get to the prisoner before the guards can tranquilize me?" or "What is the fastest way to immobilize an armed prisoner?"

If trained, she and other bred variations like her would be useful for recon and skirmishes. In significant numbers, they'd be excellent frontline combatants.


Subject 'Planter': Original form of Subject 'Monarch'.

Subject 'Planter' was discovered alone in a damaged alien space craft, and after managing to avoid attempts at termination, while managing to pick off members of the team sent to inspect it, she was finally captured. Unlike Subject 'Hound', she stands on two legs, similar to a humanoid, along with having a darker, purple carapace instead of 'Hound's' bright red carapace. Similar to Subject 'Hound', however, were her sharp and slender tail, incredibly sharp teeth, and hostile demeanor.

Psychological notes: Subject 'Planter' is very, very intelligent, managing to make the connections between certain actions and consequences. For example, were she to begin attempting to damage or exit her containment module, a brief and incredibly frigid blast of cold substances would be released in her chamber.

Unlike other subjects, 'Planter' is capable of getting very bored easily. When not adding resin-based vegetation to her chamber to replace the removed resin from when her cage is being cleaned, she will often attempt to socialize with the other subjects, or even the guards, mimicking gestures, prodding the glass, and other semi-humanlike actions.

When she does get bored, the usual result is an attempt at breaching containment, resulting in a need for stricter security protocols.

Potentially limitless possibilities for military roles. Possible Tactician role or engineering roles. Constructing resin-based fortifications out of the things she is somehow capable of planting would allow for quick FOB construction, without requiring a Requisitions station, or the need for more metal.


Subject 'Targeter': Formely known as Subject 'Gray', before undergoing transformative procedures. Capable of spitting corrosive acid. Keep monitored at all times.

Subject 'Targeter' is covered in odd glands allowing for the generation and release of incredibly dangerous acid, capable of burning through some walls, doors, and human flesh easily. Just like the others, she has a scorpion-like tail.

Psychological Profile: 'Targeter' is capable of finding cover, picking priority targets, and can be incredibly calculating. However, she is very, very singleminded when it comes to her goals. Her current goal is breaching containment and either immobilizing or killing anything in her path, besides the other subjects.

Though she is very, very unwilling to work with us, she does respond to negative reinforcement, and knows exactly how to use her acid.

Her potential uses include sabotage, sniping from a short distance, and advanced interrogation techniques.


Subject 'Cloaker': Similar to subject 'Gray', she has a very fascinating crest, colored bright yellow. She was formerly named Subject 'Gold' before she revealed the innate ability to blend in with her surroundings, which she used to briefly breach containment, killing approximately five private security personnel, two researchers, and injured thirteen prisoners, due to 'Cloaker' being capable of using vents. All of the injured were assigned to testing.

Psychological Profile: Similar to 'Targeter', 'Cloaker' is very calculating, though she also contains aggressiveness similar to 'Hound'. However, she is capable of tempering it, and can stay hidden or in one position for hours. Experienced personnel only are allowed to guard her containment chamber.

She has potential both as a frontline skirmisher, and as a stealth operative. Potential uses as a private assassin if trained are various.

Subject 'MARS': Subject 'MARS' is one of the most aggressive and dangerous subjects we have. The size of a dinosaur. The agility of a professional dancer or acrobat. The natural tools to murder and maim as many things as she wants, which is generally anything living but the other subjects in her line of sight. Similar to all the others, she does have a scorpion-like tail, but it is massive.

Psychological Profile: She is incredibly violent, incredibly intelligent, and capable of sadism. If provoked by even the slightest thing, she will immediately attempt to demolish said thing. Results to positive reinforcement have been good, but results to attempts at negative reinforcement are less than ideal.

Requesting a new technician to replace the last one who attempted to get her to avoid removing a prisoner's limbs by using experimental sonic weaponry.

Potential uses include ambushing, and full blown skirmishing.


Subject 'MONARCH': The fully grown form of Subject 'Planter', and the primary producer for subjects.

She has all the intelligence of Planter, and the size of 'MARS.'

Her chamber is to be monitored at all times.

All prisoners infected by egg production are to be immediately moved to containment cells.

Any prisoners who are unable to make it to a containment cell are to be moved to the infirmary and have the larva removed immediately.

End of log.

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Marines were occasionally dragged out of cryo for different reasons. Occasionally, a pod would require maintenance, or they'd have to stretch their legs for health concerns, or it boded well on social development and unit cohesion.

To Mr. Bobby Dickens, it didn't matter anywhere as much as the destination. Or the Priority One dispatch he had received from Weyland-Yutani.

But he had to keep up appearances, and even the most unimportant of reports mattered to at least one of the low ranking pencil pushers concerned with Donk Pocket tastiness, or how the Cryogenic Pods were functioning, or how capable the troops were.

Staff Sergeant Madison 'Spicy' Delaney, the leader of Alpha Squadron, had done her best to assure him that her squadron was in tip top shape at the firing range.

Naturally, when he had visited medbay a short time later, the Alpha marine getting a bullet extracted from the back of his knee had a slightly different opinion.

But, at least his complaints were much more interesting than this, Dickens thought, as he eyed the set of cryopods with different nicknames stenciled into them. 'Grunt', 'Salt', 'Friendly-Fire', 'Axe'.

"Alright, seems to be efficient enough." He remarked to the recorder in his hand, as he eyed the APC. As long as the power was working, there was nothing to worry about.

Executive Officer Victor Rennem, however, was a different story.

He wanted to know about every detail of every fax from the company, whenever he or someone was notified by ARES of a message being received.

Of course, as soon as ARES had received the Priority One dispatch, the machine had gone quiet. No broadcasts to the 'XO' about Weyland sending messages, no information that ARES's little black box had gone dark until authorized, and no information of any replies to the Priority One dispatch.

Weyland Yutani may have been slightly unorthodox, but they were not one to allow for even the slightest hint of a security leak, unlike the USCM.

Why the ship was set to approach a prison station with a clandestine project, they could only guess.

But they needed him to find out what was going on, and so he would.

[AmazinglyAmazing]

Oh boy, can already hear the screams... and Grunt complaining of how he's towards the front with a Motion Tracker just to be bait.

[Kerek]

Did you infect Ryan! You monster! I liked it, keep up thr awesome work!

[RandomWriter]

Samuel Weston was a man of few words, when it came to things outside the project.

This calmness did not help as the Warden motioned to the body of the dead prisoner, as two guards stood silently at attention.

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Due to the secrecy of the project and the potential of containment breaches, synthetics have been both constructed or reprogrammed as backup guards.

The chances of program fragmentation or errors that could lead to a loss of human life are 'unlikely', according to the USCM technicians assigned to reprogramming and erasing some portions of Weyland-Yutani's programming in some synthetics.

However, it is best to remember that the field of robotics is a tricky thing. For instance, some synthetics will follow their orders to the end, no matter the risk of human casualties. Others, however, endanger the project's survival through attempting to prevent prisoners from being implanted.

While the latter may be more in priority when it comes to humanitarian missions, the former case is recommended for preserving all data on project KAIJU.

In the event of an unrepairable containment breach, all synthetics are to initiate Clean Slate directives.

"One of my prisoners had something burst out of his chest, and dart directly into the vent system. We have absolutely no idea where it is, or what it is." Timothy reiterated, as Samuel nodded.

"It's an infant. Not a sizable threat. I'll order the robots to look for it. All you need to do is have your guards keep the shuttles on lockdown. No visitations, no more tests for the moment, and we'll be keeping a closer eye on-

"I want to see them." Biggs noted, cutting off Samuel, as the thinner and shorter project director froze, as he eyed the much more imposing warden.

"You don't have any idea of the proper procedures, nor do you have any idea of the potential threat. If one of those things attempts another breach-"

"Precisely why I need to see them. I have the security clearance."

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Ryan Steelburg awoke, as the vent near his room made noise. Scuttling sounds.

Naturally, considering all he had seen, his first response was to move for the door, only for..nothing to come out.

More scuttling sounds continued, getting slightly quieter, as the prisoner across the hall from him awoke, clearly also remembering last 'night'. Or rather, the closest thing a space station had to night.

That'd be when the doors swung open, thankfully.

"All prisoners in this cell block have been given an extension of yard time. Please vacate your cell block. A mandatory inspection has been authorized."

Naturally, everyone made a break for the yard. Almost no one thought to run in another direction, and those who did were quickly 'escorted' back to the yard.

The talk was all about it. The worm. No one knew where it came from. But everyone had a pretty good idea that the scientists may have had something to do with it.

"So that...thing. That was intentional?" Ryan asked, as another prisoner, tall and muscular, nodded.

"Probably." Prisoner #5073 nodded, for that number was what Ryan noted on his uniform.

"That's messed up." Prisoner #226 whispered, as Ryan gave a brisk nod.

Luckily, he was in the yard-

"Prisoner #685 is to report to the Research Wing for testing." The same automated voice spoke, as Ryan and the two other prisoners both looked at a number. Ryan's number.

"Well, good luck." #5073 spoke, as Ryan began to move to the door, where a guard waited.

Ryan wished he had been far away enough to not hear the next phrase from his mouth.

"Well, he's dead."

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Subject 'MARS' roared, as both halves of Prisoner #1294 impacted the wall opposite from herself, before turning back to the task at hand. Ramming, clawing, and hissing at the figure standing outside the incredibly durable door, looking in.

Warden Timothy Biggs turned, eying Samuel, who simply nodded. "Another failure. Now, as you can see, we've rigged the doors to give a mildly painful electric shock, though that's not the only measure we have. The rooms are capable of being set alight, guards armed with tranquilizers and armed synthetics are ready to subdue them, and the doors have numerous locking systems."

"And power?" Timothy asked, as another prisoner looked into 'Mars's' cage, prodded by a technician.

"We have both the prison's power grid, and our own backup power grid, positioned near the Medium-Level cell blocks." Samuel responded, as the prisoner screamed, being shoved inside the door. No, one of the doors. There was another a short distance from it.

The door slammed shut, the other opened, and 'Mars' didn't bother to wait for the door to finish opening.

"How did an infected prisoner get out of the lab?" The Warden asked, as Samuel paused.

"...We're not entirely sure. Possibly a malfunction, possibly some form of bureaucratic error, or they got infected outside of the lab."

"Are there any vents?"

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After a few minor breaches from 'Planter', 'Hound', 'Gray' and 'Cloaker', ventilation systems are only to be used for larger subjects, similar to 'Mars' and 'Monarch'.

Both Samuel and Timothy gazed at the view screen, as the Warden's eyes widened, and the Director gave a look of fascination.

Subject 'Monarch' was opening some of the eggs, and moving the 'crabs' to the vents. Then she was tearing them up and laying new ones, before continuing the process.

"...How long has this been going on?" Timothy asked, as Samuel began to type.

Weeks.

Months.

"Since...Five months ago."

"Five months? Well, where have they been going? How haven't we detected them?"

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The following is a transcript from Fiorina 161, scouting mission #334. Mission: Locate a downed prison transport. Recover survivors.

"Unidentified vegetation seems to have spread all over the place. No idea what it is, or why the ship's covered in it."

"It appears to be unoccupied, other than..."

"Eggs?"

"Eggs."

"No sign of anyone here. Well, anyone aliv-"

-Multiple vocalizations are heard, later identified as three distinct vocalizations of Subject 'Cloaker's', before a vocalization of Subject 'Monarch's' is heard, along with numerous unknown vocalizations.-

End of transmission.

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The ship was small, fast, and equipped with enough turrets and internal defenses to get rid of most external and internal threats.

The mercenaries on board, and the CLF who accompanied them were armed to the teeth.

Only Captain 'Sandra' Lotrick, the leader of the mercenary band in 'Jack's' absence, had concerns. Concerns that the voice exiting her console didn't seem to care about.

"We are about to raid one of the sector's most secure prison facilities. One of the most secure prison stations in the galaxy, probably." She spoke, as the image of the CLF captain stayed still on the screen to his right.

"Your concerns have been noted, but have been deemed incorrect. We have reports of current instability within the region, and are confident that you shall endure. The Liberator demands that you endure." The voice emitted from the speakers, a clearly evident voice changer being used.

Her other concerns and complaints immediately vanished from their mind, as she eyed the screen, or rather, the small camera connected to it.

"The Liberator has received intelligence of a military project going on at the prison. A military project that would be used as a deterrent. He requires an active sample of this weapon, or the data on it at minimal." The captain spoke, as 'Sandra' eyed the camera.

"And 'Jack?'"

"That part of the mission is 'optional.' We understand that you and 'Jack' have had relations, and that he is a very prominent and infamous individual. Obtaining his freedom would be a blow to the United States government, and give us a victory through propaganda. However, if it were to come down to a decision between 'Jack' or a working prototype of the weapon, or schematics, the latter objects would take higher priority. Our funds are enough for you and your crew to start a new life anywhere, and if you get him back, this still applies."

"However, if you fail, the Liberator himself has suggested that you do not be taken alive. The members of the Colonial Liberation Front with you already have their orders. Do not fail." The speaker spoke, as the image vanished from the monitor.


Truly, working with the CLF was one of the most irritating yet profitable enterprises she and her crew had been on. However, she could tolerate their commanding tone, at least for now.

Besides, she was the only one with the access codes to command the Nebula's Eye. At least, besides 'Jack.'

So, 'Sandra' simply typed down a few more coordinates, as the Nebula's Eye sailed to their destination.

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Just who are the Colonial Liberation Front?

Some say that they're freedom fighters, while others claim they're terrorists. These men and women believe Tychon's Rift is independent from the US government, and will cite the failure of the USCM to deal with numerous groups of space pirates.

However, their extremist actions against the 'Dust Raiders', a former USCM battalion in the area, weren't exactly helping.

Who is the Liberator?

The Liberator is thought to be one of the first members of the CLF, though there are numerous theories on the Liberator. Some think it is a title given to whomever is promoted to leader, some believe it to be a propaganda piece, and others believe the Liberator is secretly a member of the US government.

What makes the CLF a threat to the better equipped USCM?

Similar to previous conflicts, the CLF emphasize guerrilla warfare, and make up for their cheaper and easily manufactured weaponry with tactics and surprise attacks. Though they may not be as paranoia inducing as the UPP, they're still a major threat, though USCM victories are often reported.

Is it true that Fiorina 161 was in fact, infiltrated and over-ran by CLF?

This is one of the prominent theories for why the colonial outpost went dark, though the USCM managed to handle the situation, with some assistance from the UPP, who were also in the region for reasons unknown.

It's rather likely, considering the UPP aren't too big fans of the CLF themselves. Though the UPP have 'negotiated' with them, and recognized CLF governed worlds, they're not too big on independent systems either.

Though considering the entire planet went dark, this brings to question: How many CLF were there, and why are there no records of a battle?

It's been ten years, and in a few hours, Dickens tells all. Next up, the weather.

[Kerek]

This was really good! I’m excited for the next piece of the puzzle.

[kooarbiter]

I'll add more to this later! Promise!

Also, tell me if you want your marine character or something to make a cameo. (Fair warning, it won't end well probably.)

I'd like if you could add Jack "Pent" Sugar to this tale, he hasn't died enough lately

EDIT unless they were that Jack in the last section, but there are a couple of well known Jack's and I don't pent was the one you were referencing

[RandomWriter]

Sure thing! I'll add em.

Update soon.

[RandomWriter]

Ryan was supposed to be the last test subject for the evening.

Yes, Samuel had told the Warden that there were to be no more tests at all, but that was simply a statement. Something a scientist with orders to proceed as planned no matter the circumstances was supposed to do.

"Mr. Steelburg." Samuel Weston spoke through a microphone, as he eyed the monitors before him. Subject 'MARS' was no longer wasting her energy, as she curled up on the opposite side of her chamber, her head pointed directly at her door. Good, he wouldn't need to waste any resources to sedate her. With one of their own, possibly more, loose upon the station, there was no telling how the others might react, should they be made aware of the containment breach.

"As soon as you've finished signing the forms, we can begin." The project director droned on, as he eyed more of the cameras, as the buzz of another headset went off.

"Er, sir? We're receiving reports of a prison riot." The standard issue headset for the guards stated, as the stern and irritated voice of the Warden responded.

'Targeter's' cell was receiving yet another barrage of corrosive acid, to which Samuel responded by tapping a singular icon, as a burst of fire entered the room, bringing her actions to a halt. "We're already aware of the situation. Non-lethals, gentlemen. Should be centered around the low security cell blocks and the yard. Nothing to be concerned a-" A distinct sound of very lethal gunfire rang out, as Samuel eyed the 'borrowed' headset.

Subject 'Cloaker' was barely visible on her camera, moments before the camera feed ceased to exist.

"I suggest you hurry up signing these forms." One of the guards eying Ryan spoke, as Ryan continued to slowly and methodically eye every single word on the page he could, while Samuel grabbed his own headset and tossed the security one aside.

"Engineering, we appear to be having some trouble with- with a few of our camera feeds. Something wrong?" He spoke, receiving no response.

Well then. A tap of the consoles accessed the camera at engineering, as an exact replica of Subject 'Planter' hissed, her tail exiting the body of an engineer sitting down.

Now was the perfect time, thought Samuel, to activate backup power.

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The maximum security cell-blocks contained only a handful of prisoners. Revolutionaries, serial killers, and one of humanity's greatest escape artists and thieves.

Jack Kelsey grinned, as the lights went out, and the doors, compliant with most safety organizations, opened due to the lack of power.

However, all good things came to an end. As Jack ran down the hallway, ignoring the guard screaming at a shiv-wielding man covered in tattoos and brands who had taken some time out of his escape to introduce the guard's unprotected eyes to said rusty shiv, he began to think and plan.

Clearly, his crew had cut the power, and were already preparing to make their entrance, if they hadn't already.

The lights went on, and the interior and exterior doorways began to lock again.

Every single guard remaining inside the maximum security cell block was either frantically screaming over comms, or being bludgeoned and stabbed while their IDs were being looted.

Backup power. This would be a problem.

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Thankfully for Weston, the engineers assigned to Project KAIJU were smart enough to make sure the doors did not conform to safety regulations, at least on the containment cells. Some camera feeds flickered back to life, while others did not.

However, simply because the doors didn't open, didn't mean they couldn't be forced open, though the flow of electricity managed to halt most of their endeavors.

Steelburg was gone. No, he was bolting for the exit, as the guards began barking orders at him.

"Did any subject breach containment?" He asked, moments before a scientist banged against his door, screaming.

Naturally, Samuel immediately triggered the lockdown protocols on his office, the shutters closing, the doors bolting, and making sure that the scientist was unable to enter, as Subject 'Hound' began enthusiastically pouncing and embedding her claws into the unfortunate scientist, whomever they were.

'MONARCH' was moving in her own chamber, as she agilely moved over the large cluster of eggs she had laid, moving towards the already closing shutters and bolted doors of her own chamber.

No matter. As long as the back-up power worked, the situation was salvageable.

Samuel prodded a button on the side of his desk, as the chipper and mechanical voice of a synthetic rang out in response.

"Greetings, Project Director. How may I be of service?"

"One of the subjects has breached containment. I need you to gather up as many combat able personnel as you can and get here."

"Understood." The voice continued, without even a single negative reaction.

A flick on the consoles triggered Weston's private oxygen supply, and another brought him back to the camera feeds.

Ryan had not been captured, and the two guards were having an encounter with Subject 'Targeter'. Well, one was. The other, or what remained of him, continued to slowly and painfully decompose on the floor, screaming.

That was about the moment backup power went out.

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"I see him." 'Sandra', for that was an alias, spoke, as the CLF commander nodded, both eying the window. Jack was there, alright.

But he had wandered directly into the Medium Security Cell Blocks, currently under the 'protection' of numerous guards.

"He's as good as dead." The commander spoke, before turning away from the console.

It was a stupid thing to say.

"He'll make it. With our help." Sandra stated, as she pressed a few buttons.

Turrets on.

Full power to the engines.

Ramming speed.

It was quite a way to make an entrance, though it demolished a few generators.

But it drew the guards off of Jack, and gave the turrets something to shoot at.

Eventually, they exited the ship, Jack entered the slowly depressurizing room, both embraced, and a massive bug entered, and threw some sort of crabs in their direction, as a rhino tore through another man.

"Let's get out of here." He spoke, moments before the CLF commander shot him directly in the chest, before turning and firing into her own.

"Alright, fan out." He spoke, as the other operatives continued to fire in the direction of the bugs, ripping 'Sandra's' ID off of her uniform. "The research wing is on the other side of the station. Had she given the Liberator's orders any thought, we'd be there instead." He added, giving her a glance from his space suit, before adding a singular kick to the gunshot wound.

"You two lovebirds sit tight." Hah, dry humor. She wasn't going anywhere, and neither was Jack, and he knew that.

He, the other operatives, and those of her former crew knew that.

Not a single one stayed behind, or even looked back at them.

Before she fell into unconsciousness due to a crab crawling onto her face, the last thing she saw was Jack giving an empty smile, already gone.

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"Lockdown's been triggered. Anyone still in the yard is as good as dead." Timothy spoke, as he eyed the cameras before them.

The subjects were everywhere. Visitation, the cell blocks, the civilian dorm- The civilian dorms. The relatives, wives, children of the people who worked here, all likely dead.

"I've set the lockdown to end around 12:45. Anyone still alive who gets this message, you have until then to..."

The Warden paused, as he heard the unmistakeable sound of a shotgun firing outside, before a screech rang out.

"Run. Hide. Prepare. I don't know. Wait for the distress signal to be answered. Fiorina should have heard us by now, but someone's bound to receive i- Something comes." Timothy finished, as Subject 'MONARCH' looked downward at him.

She was courteous to let him stop the recorder. Or she was simply waiting to see if he had any weapons on him. He didn't know.

All he knew was that the moment he reached for his pistol, was the moment she moved, much faster than he had anticipat-

A pair of empty eyes stared at the queen, from a head on the ground, the tall host's body laying nearby, reaching for a small, tiny weapon. She hadn't even bothered to capture him. She didn't need to capture him. They had several tall hosts already. So, she strode out of the small room without a single thought, Praetorians moving to her sides.

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SGT Jack "Pent" Sugar.

SSGT Madison 'Spicey' Delaney.

PFC Paul 'Grunt' Lorenz.

LCPL Jeff 'Axe' Jenkins.

These were among the many marines Executive Officer Victor Rennem was briefing, and among the many who would later appear in missing person reports.

Of course, I didn't know that at this time. All I knew was that the prison we were originally going to had gone dark, and that I was supposed to report on a super-secretive project later.

And now, I'm one of the richest men Weyland-Yutani has.

[kooarbiter]

Neato

[getfreur]

Need more

[RandomWriter]

Need more

You'll get more!

Been busy, sorry.

[MrMafioso]

Malcolm Holmes wants a role in this please, please?

[Sulaboy]

This is a real good read. You have some writing skills.

[James5734]

If you'd like an extra corpse, James 'Badluck' Kenji is an option.

[Blade2000Br]

welp, this is getting quite a good read.

[Sambalu]

It's really well written. Throw in brooks as a random dead person.

[RandomWriter]

AS YOU ALL WISH!

also thank you guys for the compliments on said writing.

-plans and doodles and such in the background-