United States Colonial Marines Files.
Aliens: The Wolf Soldier
Chapter 01
Hmm, yes, this was how it always was, the acrid metallic taste of the chemical vapors flowed around him; his keen sense of smell detecting the activation agent that the pod was releasing to wake him up from his long sleep.
Artorus McNealand flinched and slowly opened his eyes as the hatch above him was lifted up by the pod's mechanical arms. He groggily sat up and stretched, sticking out his muscular arms as he did so. He looked around and saw the other hatches had opened, but that no one else was completely awake yet, like him. Because of his enhances senses, he was able to detect the vapors first.
He looked around the large room. There were sixteen other chambers besides his in the room. All of the other marines were twitching and rolling around as they were just starting to wake up from the vapors.
Artorus stretched, flexing his muscles and showing off his sharp canines as he opened his mouth for a yawn. He looked around the room, waiting for someone else to wake up. After a few more moments, Swanson- the demolition officer- pulled himself up and rubbed his eyes. ".Is that you, McNealand?" The stocky man with the crew-cut asked, rubbing his eyes.
Artorus looked at him. "Yeah, it's me, Swanson." He replied simply.
The man grunted and lay back down. "Too bad, I was hoping I'd wake up next to a beautiful woman." He replied with a sigh.
"Sorry to disappoint you." He replied with a sore smile.
Swanson eventually sat back up and looked at Artorus. He remembered that he was not a normal Marine. Artorus was unusual, his body was covered in short gray fur, with black tufts on his shoulder, chest, forearms, and on the tips of his long, wolf-like ears on the side of his head, there was white fur on his chest and stomach, and his the under sides of his upper arms and inner thighs (which was covered by the black shorts he was wearing). Most striking, were his piercing yellow eyes on his furry, human shaped face. "They were the eyes of a hunter, a real predator." Swanson thought to himself.
Artorus propelled himself out of the pod and stretched. His physique was similar to typical lupine's- broad shoulders, slender waist, strong legs and arms, sharps claws on the tips of his fingers and toes (he had five digits on each hand and foot, like a regular human). Standing at alert, he reached his full height of six feet and four inches. He ran a hand through his pale blond hair and scratched the back of his head.
Rita woke up in her pod; some of the other marines were already awake and starting to get up. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. She looked around to see if any of the others near her were up.
She reached down and shook the female marine next to her. "Wake up, Cathy." She spoke.
The Marine known as Cathy O'Bryan, muttered and eventually opened her eyes and looked up at her. "Oh, hi, Rita." She replied as she sat up and stretched. Cathy was pale skinned and had red hair, not surprising as she was mostly Irish.
Rita got out of her pod and stretched again. She was fairly tall for a woman, at five foot- nine. She had pale skin and long, shapely legs and a narrow waist. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly in a short pony tail behind her head; her eyes were a pail green color. She was wearing a pair of black panties and a matching top.
Rita shivered slightly when she felt the chill of the air hit her skin; the pod chamber was kept cool to ensure that nothing went wrong with the chamber.
By now, most of the marines were awake and talking- and complaining of "post stasis hangover"- with one anther.
Artorus looked over to see the Unit Leader, Sergeant E. Blake, come walking up to him and the rest of the marines.
Blake was your typical Unit leader- clean cut, orderly, charismatic, and a born 'leader-of-men'. He was a tall black man with a shaved head and a military mustache.
He looked around at them. "Glad to see you decided to get up and join me this fine morning." He remarked sarcastically. He then glanced over at Artorus. "Too bad you all can't be as punctual as McNealand, here." He added with a smile.
"Not everyone is a genetically engineered super-soldier, like Artorus, Chief." Swanson moaned.
"And not everyone's lazy, like you." Replied Amanda Jaeger- the tall, blond- haired 2nd Officer- as she walked up and stretched.
"The Lady speaks the truth." Blake inserted with a laugh.
Several other marines laughed in response to the quip as well.
Artorus looked over to his side and exchanged a look with Swanson. "Sorry, buddy." He spoke with a smile.
Swanson turned to the assembly and frowned. "You guys can laugh all you want, but it'll be different once you need someone to blow shit up for you!" He shot back. "Then you'll give me respect." He added. "You'll all call me 'Mr. Swanson'." The man exclaimed to the others.
"Keep dreamin', Swanson." Blake replied. He then turned around and called out across the room. "Alright, I want all you sweethearts up and alert in five minutes." He instructed them. "I'll be waiting for you all in the mess hall, you've got fifteen minutes!" He exclaimed as he stepped back and watched the marines run past him, filing out of the room.
***
Rita walked across the room, along with the other marines, she wasn't really paying attention as she was walking along, so she didn't expect it when she bumped into the shoulder of another marine.
She looked up to see a pair of keen yellow canine-like eyes looking down at her. She realized that she had bumped into the wolf-like marine called Artorus McNealand. The few secants that passed between them caused her to suddenly feel small and awkward beside the strange man looking at her.
Then, just as fast as it happened, it was over and he had gone on past her, without saying a word to her.
Cathy appeared behind her. "I see you met McNealand." She remarked.
Rita looked over her shoulder, at the woman behind her. "What is he?" She asked her.
"Artorus is a Genetically engineered soldier, human genes were spliced with genes from a wolf and he was made. He's a Bowman's Wolf, courtesy of Gen- tech." She replied.
Andy Hernandez and Mia Einrich walked up, they were close with each other, they were the "Pig Men" for the unit, they were the heavy weapons officers. Hernandez was Hispanic and had dark hair and eyes while Einrich was fair- skinned with straw-colored hair and blue eyes.
They liked the same things and thought the same way; the two of them had their own little "click" going between them.
"I hear he's supposed to be some kind of damned Super Solder." Hernandez remarked.
"Yeah, they those Bowman's Wolves are dangerous." Einrich added.
"So much for what you two know, you guys got it wrong." Cathy replied, stepping forward.
"What you talking about?" Asked Hernandez.
"Artorus is a good person." Cathy replied.
"Yeah, if you can even call him a 'person'." Einrich replied with a chuckle, Hernandez mirroring her action.
"So, that's what they're like." Rita murmured to herself as she left the room.
~End of Chapter One~
Aliens: The Wolf Soldier
Chapter 01
Hmm, yes, this was how it always was, the acrid metallic taste of the chemical vapors flowed around him; his keen sense of smell detecting the activation agent that the pod was releasing to wake him up from his long sleep.
Artorus McNealand flinched and slowly opened his eyes as the hatch above him was lifted up by the pod's mechanical arms. He groggily sat up and stretched, sticking out his muscular arms as he did so. He looked around and saw the other hatches had opened, but that no one else was completely awake yet, like him. Because of his enhances senses, he was able to detect the vapors first.
He looked around the large room. There were sixteen other chambers besides his in the room. All of the other marines were twitching and rolling around as they were just starting to wake up from the vapors.
Artorus stretched, flexing his muscles and showing off his sharp canines as he opened his mouth for a yawn. He looked around the room, waiting for someone else to wake up. After a few more moments, Swanson- the demolition officer- pulled himself up and rubbed his eyes. ".Is that you, McNealand?" The stocky man with the crew-cut asked, rubbing his eyes.
Artorus looked at him. "Yeah, it's me, Swanson." He replied simply.
The man grunted and lay back down. "Too bad, I was hoping I'd wake up next to a beautiful woman." He replied with a sigh.
"Sorry to disappoint you." He replied with a sore smile.
Swanson eventually sat back up and looked at Artorus. He remembered that he was not a normal Marine. Artorus was unusual, his body was covered in short gray fur, with black tufts on his shoulder, chest, forearms, and on the tips of his long, wolf-like ears on the side of his head, there was white fur on his chest and stomach, and his the under sides of his upper arms and inner thighs (which was covered by the black shorts he was wearing). Most striking, were his piercing yellow eyes on his furry, human shaped face. "They were the eyes of a hunter, a real predator." Swanson thought to himself.
Artorus propelled himself out of the pod and stretched. His physique was similar to typical lupine's- broad shoulders, slender waist, strong legs and arms, sharps claws on the tips of his fingers and toes (he had five digits on each hand and foot, like a regular human). Standing at alert, he reached his full height of six feet and four inches. He ran a hand through his pale blond hair and scratched the back of his head.
Rita woke up in her pod; some of the other marines were already awake and starting to get up. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. She looked around to see if any of the others near her were up.
She reached down and shook the female marine next to her. "Wake up, Cathy." She spoke.
The Marine known as Cathy O'Bryan, muttered and eventually opened her eyes and looked up at her. "Oh, hi, Rita." She replied as she sat up and stretched. Cathy was pale skinned and had red hair, not surprising as she was mostly Irish.
Rita got out of her pod and stretched again. She was fairly tall for a woman, at five foot- nine. She had pale skin and long, shapely legs and a narrow waist. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly in a short pony tail behind her head; her eyes were a pail green color. She was wearing a pair of black panties and a matching top.
Rita shivered slightly when she felt the chill of the air hit her skin; the pod chamber was kept cool to ensure that nothing went wrong with the chamber.
By now, most of the marines were awake and talking- and complaining of "post stasis hangover"- with one anther.
Artorus looked over to see the Unit Leader, Sergeant E. Blake, come walking up to him and the rest of the marines.
Blake was your typical Unit leader- clean cut, orderly, charismatic, and a born 'leader-of-men'. He was a tall black man with a shaved head and a military mustache.
He looked around at them. "Glad to see you decided to get up and join me this fine morning." He remarked sarcastically. He then glanced over at Artorus. "Too bad you all can't be as punctual as McNealand, here." He added with a smile.
"Not everyone is a genetically engineered super-soldier, like Artorus, Chief." Swanson moaned.
"And not everyone's lazy, like you." Replied Amanda Jaeger- the tall, blond- haired 2nd Officer- as she walked up and stretched.
"The Lady speaks the truth." Blake inserted with a laugh.
Several other marines laughed in response to the quip as well.
Artorus looked over to his side and exchanged a look with Swanson. "Sorry, buddy." He spoke with a smile.
Swanson turned to the assembly and frowned. "You guys can laugh all you want, but it'll be different once you need someone to blow shit up for you!" He shot back. "Then you'll give me respect." He added. "You'll all call me 'Mr. Swanson'." The man exclaimed to the others.
"Keep dreamin', Swanson." Blake replied. He then turned around and called out across the room. "Alright, I want all you sweethearts up and alert in five minutes." He instructed them. "I'll be waiting for you all in the mess hall, you've got fifteen minutes!" He exclaimed as he stepped back and watched the marines run past him, filing out of the room.
***
Rita walked across the room, along with the other marines, she wasn't really paying attention as she was walking along, so she didn't expect it when she bumped into the shoulder of another marine.
She looked up to see a pair of keen yellow canine-like eyes looking down at her. She realized that she had bumped into the wolf-like marine called Artorus McNealand. The few secants that passed between them caused her to suddenly feel small and awkward beside the strange man looking at her.
Then, just as fast as it happened, it was over and he had gone on past her, without saying a word to her.
Cathy appeared behind her. "I see you met McNealand." She remarked.
Rita looked over her shoulder, at the woman behind her. "What is he?" She asked her.
"Artorus is a Genetically engineered soldier, human genes were spliced with genes from a wolf and he was made. He's a Bowman's Wolf, courtesy of Gen- tech." She replied.
Andy Hernandez and Mia Einrich walked up, they were close with each other, they were the "Pig Men" for the unit, they were the heavy weapons officers. Hernandez was Hispanic and had dark hair and eyes while Einrich was fair- skinned with straw-colored hair and blue eyes.
They liked the same things and thought the same way; the two of them had their own little "click" going between them.
"I hear he's supposed to be some kind of damned Super Solder." Hernandez remarked.
"Yeah, they those Bowman's Wolves are dangerous." Einrich added.
"So much for what you two know, you guys got it wrong." Cathy replied, stepping forward.
"What you talking about?" Asked Hernandez.
"Artorus is a good person." Cathy replied.
"Yeah, if you can even call him a 'person'." Einrich replied with a chuckle, Hernandez mirroring her action.
"So, that's what they're like." Rita murmured to herself as she left the room.
~End of Chapter One~