This is something i started and dunno if i want to complete,
's full of spelling and grammer errors which i'm not worried about,
anyone think i over describe stuff? i feel always get lost in
description and when i dont, i feel like its undercooked?
(i'm not a big fan of 'scripting' ^_-)
whatever....
-df
Known Aliases : Dark Fiber, Virulent Dragon, Entropy.
Known Affiliations : You need not know them currently.
email: entropy@break.com.au
http: http://www.break.com.au/~entropy
ftp: ftp.break.com.au/user/e/entropy
'ware! .sig fic incomming....
Amber: Well, I *AM* a Banshee after all
df: but did you have to keen so loud, that was the ninenth fishtank this month
Amber: Am I to go against my nature now? <<deep intake of breath>>
df (paling significantly): no,no, of course not dear.
Amber (poting): Feh, your no fun.
df: [pouting? eeew, those wrinkled undead lips]
Amber (growling): Hey I heard that!
df: [oh gods gnashed teeth, a ticked off undead elven banshee as my wife]
df: sorry dear.
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---/\-[ Part 1 : Invitation only ]-/\---
Summer in MegaTokyo, dusk. The city reeked of decay, decay of
morals, values, and freedom, these things were the invisable halos
that hugged the plexiglass skyscrapers and permeated the air. It was
the only way to survive... Well, it was not the only way to survive,
but it was by far the easiest way, and those who lived by the other
side of the coin, for them, life was tough, as was nesecary, for the
weak are consumed and easily turned.
Summer in MegaTokyo, dusk. There are few views of the city
that you would call beautiful, this is not one of them. I put my
forehead to the glass, the heat of my body misting it a little where
it contacted.
"This city is such a fucken pigsty" I said, it was the truth, as I
saw it.
"Priss, dont be so negative" said Nene. Nene was one of those
people, optimists i think they are called, always looking on the
bright side of life, always perky. I took in the view again, the
shiny skyscrapers reaching up, all glassed and reflective, devoid of
feeling, then i looked below me to the ground level to see narrow
roads of pot holed bitumen, cracked sidewalks, dark alleys and
prostitutes trying to ply their trade.
"Oh yes, Nene" I remarked sarcastically "its all honey and roses."
Nene came and put her arm around me and her head to the glass too.
"Sometimes..." she paused, "sometimes, it can be bad, but the more
you dwell on it, the greater it weighs." I tried to look at her
without moving my head, she was looking up, into one of the towers. I
could see it too, reflected, we could both see some of the brighter
stars peeking through the embryo that would become night.
"Ohh, quick, lets make a wish!" she whispered. We watched a
shooting star trail across the face of the building. We both wished
for different things. We both smiled.
"Yes, sometimes, it weighs a lot, but other times, it needs to weigh
a lot in order to do the most good." I said. Somtimes it took
something really bad to bring out the best in anything. Stupid cliche's
Bubblegum Crisis vs Aliens & Predator
or....
("Gee Linna, I bet you could wear one of those perdators out in bed!")
*warning* major characterisation liberties have been taken
Part 1 : Invitation Only
by Entropy
entropy@break.com.au
entropy@mpx.com.au
Sponsored by the Australian Beer & Fanfic Association...
[ btw, were all out of the liquid gold! :~( ]
Alien(s) & Predator are (c) by Twentieth Centry Fox film corporation.
Bubblegum Crisis is (c) artmic (i think....)
Authors obnoxious commentary:
( This is just to prove I'm capable of doing better crud than
BGC-Dun Undah in Neu-Zoolund ^_^ )
Inspiration for this came from just finishing the
Aliens vs Predator omnibus, Prey & Hunters Planet.
Notes:
Yautja - The species name for Predators.
Ooman - What the yautja call us humans in their own tounge.
Hard Meat - What yautja call Aliens, them black, buglike, bannana
headed, acidic blooded creatures....
Blooded - This means a warrior has fought and won against a Queen egglaying
alien and had his mentors mark burned into his forehead with the
Queens acidic blood mixed with his spit.
Black Warrior - The yautja's version of the Grim Reaper.
Yes, I'm a bloke, and I'm writting from Priss' POV "sorta" :) but she
is tomboyish enough for me to get away with it anyway ^_-, but its not
just her POV, otherwise we would not know what the others are doing....
Nevermind, I'll just chalk this up as a failed experiment.
---/\-oO[ Chapter 1 ]Oo-/\---
Oomans were the ultimate hunt. Not like other game in the
universe, unlike the Hard Meat, these oomans fought back, they had
intelligence, and they had a limited technology too. Nowhere near as
tough as the Hard Meat with their acidic blood and adaptability, no,
nowhere near as tough, but these oomans bred like the Hard Meat, even
without a giant Queen to lay eggs, they still reproduced enough. An
bleached white ooman skull on any blooded warriors trophy wall was
always a showpiece. Kul'sek mused to himself, "If there were no
worthy oomans to hunt in this cycle, I shall return next cycle and see
if any of the newly grown oomans are any better." Most oomans were not
warriors, and were by the laws, not allowed to be hunted, the laws
were strict on this.... "I will have a worthy ooman skull before I
meet the Black Warrior!" he snarled.
The cloaked alienesque ship landed on the oomans homeworld, in the
northern hemisphere.
- [*] - [*] - [*] -
"Got anything yet Nene?" I heard Sylia ask her. "Nothing, except...
Well, there is some form of low level interference, not on any of the
usual frequencies."
"Any direction on it cyber girl?" I asked, swinging my visor to look
in her direction.
"Um... yeah! Looks as if its about two blocks down."
"You think its anything to worry about?" Linna looked over to Sylia.
"Probably someone playing with a new tv antenna" I said.
We made our way slowly down the outside of the building, first
Sylia, then me, Linna with Nene last. Our heads were swinging, trying to
take in all directions, you dont realise how handy peripheral vision
is, until its restricted. There was no banter, just business, cold
and calculated. We trust Sylia to do most of the calculating for us.
But a car needs four wheels to operate, not one.
"Move it slowpoke," I got a nudge from Linna.
"Sorry, just thinking" I said.
"Quiet you two, were getting close to where Nene detected the
interference. How close is it Nene?"
"Ummm. Somewhere in the vicinity of the next building"
"Its our lives Nene, cant ya be a little more precise?" I barked,
Sometimes I let the little things get to me, I know Nene is doing the
best she can, but for all this technology we live with, 'somewhere'
isnt even close to the precision with wich we use to stick nanotech
into peoples brains. "Got any movement yet? Could the interference
cloak it?" If this was new tech, it usually came with a price. blood
price. fucking boomers always bring death.
"Nothing. It could be anything, I dont have any idea" she was
shaking her head slightly.
Too fucking late now to analyse it I thought as four BU-88's broke
through the old brick wall, facing us straight on.
"Holy fucken shit, lets move!" I shouted. Linna darted left, while
I went with Sylia to the right. Nene must have already been out on the
edge of the fray.
- [*] - [*] - [*] -
"Whats news Kate?"
"Sir, something broke the upper atmosphere last night." Kate was a
little uneasy bringing this information to Mason. It could be
something, it could be nothing. Bringing notice of trivial
information often resulted in missing personnel.
"And?"
"Well sir, the break was only recorded for 3.1427 seconds, not long
enough to be any of the commercial supersonic airliners, and too
precise to ignore."
Mason narrowed his eyes. Kate had served exeptionally well, when
compared to everyone else who had come and gone under his
manipulations.
"Satellites reported the break originating in the upper atmoshpere,
not the lower region of the upper atmoshpere"
"Something entered earthspace?" he breathed. Kate held her tounge,
he was obviously running over hundereds of thoughts.
"Radar reports showed no objects of any size within a one hundered
and twenty kilometer radius of where the break was pinpointed."
"NOTHING??"
"No sir."
"Activate seven of the new ST-42's and have all operatives report
anything out of the ordinary"
- [*] - [*] - [*] -
"Gaaaa" my scream was cut off as one of the bastards crunched my
backward into the old brick wall, accidently firing off some of my
railgun spikes. "Come and get me boomer scum!" I abused at it