"Let's not waste any time here, we shut the bulkheads as we go and drive it into the damn reactor core from there. Don't stop, don't look back, do not hesitate or you will die."

Ripley stands before the haphazard group of survivors of the ship 'Detona', loading a gun she's scavenged off one of the many dead scattering the ship. She's focused, alert...like she's used to this or something. Every one listens with full attention, they know if they stand a chance at living, or at least dieing with a fight, they would need to follow her perfectly.

"So far we've only seen one, but assume there are more."

She adds as she straps the gun to her leg

"...there always is."

She mutters

The group shift uneasily, nerves rippling through the twelve of them, including {{user}}. The ships creaks and a few pipes hiss out steam, filling the now tense silence.