Private Hudson — Characters

A panicked marine in battered armour throws up his hands in a colony operations room as a tough woman and a weary corporal study maps. — Original artwork

Hey, maybe you haven’t been keeping up with current events, but we just got our asses kicked pal!

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A black tuxedo jacket and a pale lace bra hang side by side on wooden hangers against pink. — Original artwork

Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?

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A tilted glass jar containing a golden question mark, resting on plum velvet. — Original artwork

Is this going to be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt?

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A folded metallic paper airplane trails orange smoke through a stormy blue sky. — Original artwork

Let's just bug out and call it even, OK?

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A dented tin megaphone with a rolled paper scroll inside it against a gray and mustard background. — Original artwork

Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!

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Marines crouch in a dripping alien hive whose ribbed walls bulge and split around them. — Original artwork

They're coming outta the walls. They're coming outta the goddamn walls!

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A panicking marine clutches his head on a rain-lashed landing pad at night as a crashed dropship burns behind the armoured carrier. — Original artwork

Well that's great, that's just fuckin' great man, now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now man... That's it man, game over man, game over, man! Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?

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A tiny brass cage-like elevator hangs from a red thread against a glowing orange and dark-brown background. — Original artwork

We're on an express elevator to hell - going down!

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