"But we're not gonna last seventeen *hours!*".This mod is made with multiplayer in mind! I'll always try to keep a server up and if you feel like it, run a server too! I'll have a list of the best maps we've found that work with it best at the bottom of the post. No humans, no combat synthetics, no angry security systems and no predators, the only thing you'll be going up agains is the hordes of the galaxies biggest, baddest killing machines! Welcome to the Colonial Marines, soldier! We're here to tell you exactly how things are run around here! Shivers and many others who have joined me for testing and given me tips and what I needed most to make this happen: Direction. Welcome to Aliens, my little pet project I've been working on for a while now with the help of everyone who's decided to pitch in on the zandronum IRC, including Mike12, Sgt. This is going to be anything but a routine mission. As you step onto the drop-ship you wonder about how this is going to be another routine "sweep and clear" and how boring its bound to be.
You are quietly laughing to yourself about how stupid of a thing a bunch of dumbass scientists would have had to do to warrant the cavalry coming in to save em', and how its probably something as simple as what happened back on the "Euchre" outpost. You were supposed to be headed back home, back to the small colony established in the "outer veil", RN-229, in orbit of a particularly pretty main-sequence star where you have been stationed since you joined up.Īfter briefing and a quick rundown, you still have no idea what on earth you've been woken up for, or whats been put between you and a nice warm bed at home apart from 130 light-years.Īccording to the CO though, it's a distress call from some big dead rock in the ass end of nowhere. You and your fellow marines have just been awoken from hypersleep, you are given time to shower, dress, eat and suit up before being crammed into the hangar for briefing on why the hell you've been woken up three weeks early.
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