As one, we activated our cloaking sheilds and advanced into the forest, weapons at the ready, while the transport shuttle cloaked and returned to orbit. With shocking suddeness, the forest just gave way to a group of small but numerous structures immediately ahead. This must have been the city out-skirts. A row of simple white fences lined our side, though they weres so small and simple they would probably have served more as boundary markers betweeen the living spaces of the squabbling humans more than devices fro restricting movement. Beyond them, and in the distance we could make out the shapes of larger, more rectangular structures-'sky skappers', or something similiar- standing out against the night sky. As we passed over the fence and entered the city proper, it occurred to me that this place was too quiet and peaceful for a large, busy human settlement, even at this hour. Furthermore, I had studied human anatomy enough to know that they had terrible night-vision, and the city was devoid of artifiacial illumination for them to see by. And it was quiet. Too quiet... As I strode across the small, grass-covered open space beside one of the buildings, I heard a series of pained grunts issue from within. I stopped abruptly, and put my hand up beside my head, fingers spread in universal 'hold' gesture. I turned and climbed up beside a clear section of wall-a 'window'-and peered in. Inside was the house's main common, or living, room. It was plastered with exenomorph mucus, with a human corpse embedded in the wall, and a newly hatched Alien wriggling on the floor amidst several eggs and face-huggers. Several other bodies are also fixed to the walls, all with incubating exenomorphs within them, so I break the glass and climb through the window, ready to 'fix' those pesky little problems before they can start. I slide out my long, jagged wrist blades-a pair for each arm- and start to go to work, smashing eggs, detroying the incubating aliens, and butchering face-huggers. I keep alert though, and am not surprised as a furious hiss sounds from the other part of the room.
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