Life couldn't get more intresting

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Eerily lit by the bioluminescence around a larger pod, above which the queen towered, a true giant, like Hell itself using Heaven as its throne. Many were looking around in awe, getting pulled into the hypnotizing organic geometry that threatened to drive a mind mad if concentrated on too closely.
The queen's pod glistened and oozed with the stuff people would kill for, royal jelly.
Most of the people there licked their lips in anticipation all eyes pale with green greed. Most soldiers themselves were all ready addicted to the bugs they were missioned to kill, xeno-zip pulsed through all of their veins providing the courage they lost in the first strike the Aliens had brought.
The stuff would make Rodman an incredibly rich man, that would give the armed forces what they wanted, that would give success to this bloody campaign.
The queen seemed... "out of it, she doesn't even know were here!"
"Shut your trap and lets keep it that way!" Browne pointed at the Goddess of Death, Centanu and shot. Only a flicker of a second and rifles were going up, squeezing off a round of their own.
It hissed and wailed, a hole blown in its thorax. Its blood rained down and boiled into the ground.
The alien started toward them, forelimbs clutching and seeking.
17 wished for a weapon herself as it still came forward.
Finally one of the soldiers that looked like Thors twin tossed her the canon taser that had awakened her the first time they all met, which seemed eons ago.
Her blasts joined the others and the mother's head burst open like one of the eggs themselves, releasing a torrent of spurting acid. She writhed and spasmed in great death throes.
Everyone backpedaled, avoiding the destructive death decoction.
A steady buzz seemed to calm all the Jarheads. 17 though was wondering just what had caught the beast attention. She knew from experience that queens were definitely not that easy. They were walking into a trap, like the Fellowship of The Ring going to Moria, both bad ideas and both ending in disaster, or going to.
"We've hit the mother-load ladies, lets get the tank filled." The butterboy leapt onto the vehicle and pulled out the vacuum tap. Only when the cargo drones tank was topped off, did the marine pull the tap out of the membrane. There was lots of jelly. He jumped down and patted the metal. "Can't take anymore sir, i think its best if we hightail out of here, sir."
The platoon leader grinned, "Getting scared already Private Baker!" The troops laughed, releasing the tense atmosphere by a degree.
A roar filled the cavern. And another. And another. Till everything was silent.
Thor gulped. "I think that's our Que to leave."
Sargent Browne pointed at the tunnel the roars had crawled from, the same tunnel the Marines themselves had aparated from. None of it was good. 17 knew there would be trouble, Xenomorphs don't make sounds. They don't do anything but kill. The martians were black assassins, taking orders from their Queen, but she was dead and her minions were going to find the source of the dry Intel. And dry Jelly. It really was time to leave.