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If the gashie are the predators, then this is our xenomorph. Sort of. In contrast to xenomorph, these guys can be downright civil at times but they are the total-war scary race of the Company. Well, some of the time. There's also a bit of the Thing of John Carpenter fame in there too but no outside morphing, their form is perfect as is so no face-hugger or anything like that and no hiding in plain sight. When you see one of these guys, that's already a lie. You won't see them, they'll see you.

The one on the left is a senior security officer, about the equivalent of a colonel, whose served at least two tours and earned the Medal-of-Awesome for excellent service in the line of duty. In the Company, you get a medal just for surviving a tour or campaign. They're actually more like achievements than medals and you can get them for non-combat related feats like sales or meeting production quotas but never mind that.

The one on the left is a bog standard viroprimus security enforcer, he's the guy you'll see if you've done goofed up one too many times. The company might employ them in basic security details but make certain, they don't deploy these guys lightly. From the moment a viroprimus steps foot on an alien world, a war starts to wage between the many trillions upon trillions of virion, loose virus particles, that make up it's body and any and all cellular life it comes in contact with. Unlike previous species, this employee is sporting a full suit of Company Armor. As standard with all suits made for the viroprimus species, it has a built-in hardlight pulse-thagomizer used primarily for swipe or spinning attacks. Their claws are perfectly capable of cutting through most organic or even inorganic matter but they include the weapon as alternative means of attack if the viroprimus should need to think outside the box. He's also sporting a pair red and blue lights, most militant factions of the company's security forces are required to wear these when operating on company compliant worlds. Both as a warning to associate and client species, and as a means of giving company employees in the legitimate side of business a fair chance of escape or fighting back. Though if you see one of these guys coming, if, and he's not with a group of Kroakers or Darnodes security guards, then you've stepped on the wrong toes one too many times.

He's armed with a virus rocket launcher that is actually carrying a payload of virus particles siphoned off from his own sort-of blood stream, or rather what would constitute a blood stream in virological being such as they. When armed for more open warfare aginst non-compliant entities, these guys are often loaded up like living artillery or striped completely for infiltrating enemy bases. Many a poor freedom fighter, renegade space marine or disgruntled office employee has met their end by mistakenly getting close to this apex predator. Or by drinking a can of Big-Prime soda, marketing really dropped the ball with that one...

Description
If the gashie are the predators, then this is our xenomorph. Sort of. In contrast to xenomorph, these guys can be downright civil at times but they are the total-war scary race of the Company. Well, some of the time. There's also a bit of the Thing of John Carpenter fame in there too but no outside morphing, their form is perfect as is so no face-hugger or anything like that and no hiding in plain sight. When you see one of these guys, that's already a lie. You won't see them, they'll see you.

The one on the left is a senior security officer, about the equivalent of a colonel, whose served at least two tours and earned the Medal-of-Awesome for excellent service in the line of duty. In the Company, you get a medal just for surviving a tour or campaign. They're actually more like achievements than medals and you can get them for non-combat related feats like sales or meeting production quotas but never mind that.

The one on the left is a bog standard viroprimus security enforcer, he's the guy you'll see if you've done goofed up one too many times. The company might employ them in basic security details but make certain, they don't deploy these guys lightly. From the moment a viroprimus steps foot on an alien world, a war starts to wage between the many trillions upon trillions of virion, loose virus particles, that make up it's body and any and all cellular life it comes in contact with. Unlike previous species, this employee is sporting a full suit of Company Armor. As standard with all suits made for the viroprimus species, it has a built-in hardlight pulse-thagomizer used primarily for swipe or spinning attacks. Their claws are perfectly capable of cutting through most organic or even inorganic matter but they include the weapon as alternative means of attack if the viroprimus should need to think outside the box. He's also sporting a pair red and blue lights, most militant factions of the company's security forces are required to wear these when operating on company compliant worlds. Both as a warning to associate and client species, and as a means of giving company employees in the legitimate side of business a fair chance of escape or fighting back. Though if you see one of these guys coming, if, and he's not with a group of Kroakers or Darnodes security guards, then you've stepped on the wrong toes one too many times.

He's armed with a virus rocket launcher that is actually carrying a payload of virus particles siphoned off from his own sort-of blood stream, or rather what would constitute a blood stream in virological being such as they. When armed for more open warfare aginst non-compliant entities, these guys are often loaded up like living artillery or striped completely for infiltrating enemy bases. Many a poor freedom fighter, renegade space marine or disgruntled office employee has met their end by mistakenly getting close to this apex predator. Or by drinking a can of Big-Prime soda, marketing really dropped the ball with that one...