Quote from: Nostromo on Oct 25, 2016, 12:01:34 PM
Quote from: John Doe on Oct 25, 2016, 08:22:00 AM
Great info Hicks. Now i can image something like this:
I think the Engeneers live in caves under waterfalls to avoid pods.
Nice looking art/pics!
Wondering if we'll finally get an explanation as to why that misty green laser cloud cover was apparent aboard the Detelict in Alien where the eggs were. Maybe it acts as a containment field. Awww man this airborne spore stuff is going to spread like wildfire across the Alien world...
I think the 'green mist' is a combination containment device, security device, and trip-wire...
...and just to be clear, the spore propagation in Gibson's 'ALIEN III' makes MUCH less sense...
From the script after some have been inhaled...
"
WELLES
The Anchorpoint phase of the project is terminated,
Rosetti. You'll keep Hicks and the android in
solitary until they can return with us to Gateway
to stand trial for treason.
TRENT
The Anchorpoint phase? What do you mean? We
have no more material to work with...
FOX
You have no more material to work with, Trent.
In any case, it's become obvious that you aren't
quite the man for the job. We took the precaution
of obtaining our own samples. They're on their
way to Gateway.
WELLES
(with cold satisfaction)
... and everything, every move each of you have
made, since our arrival, is going to be gone
over with a fine toothed c-c-c-c--
As Welles begins to stammer, her eyes betray a terrible consternation. She
rises from her chair, lurches forward, catching herself on her hands. The
C-C-C-C-C phases into a chattering palsy as a thick strand of blood-streaked
drool descends toward the table. Fox, seated to her left, has instinctively
shoved his own chair back, ready to run. Everyone else is frozen with shock.
As the chittering tooth-burr becomes a shrill SHRIEK of inhuman rage, the
transformation takes place. Segmented biomechanoid tendons squirm beneath the
skin of her arms. Her hands claw at one another, tearing redundant flesh from
alien talons. Then the shriek dies. She straightens up.
And, rips her face apart in a single movement, the glistening claws coming
away with skin, eyes, muscle, teeth, and splinters of bone... SOUND of ripping
cloth. The New Beast sheds its human skin in a single sinuous, bloody ripple,
molting on fast forward.
An instant of utter silence as the featureless mask moves. From side to side.
Scanning.
Trent vomits explosively. The Marine guard snatches his pistol from its
holster and FIRES wildly across the table. Blind screaming chaos.
OVERHEAD SHOT
as the directorate plunges, like a single panicked organism, to the far side
of the bubble. The thing is on Fox before he can get up from his chair.
CLOSE
On his scream as the sucking, fanged tongue plunges through the orbit of his
eye.
ANGLE
A Marine with a flamethrower bursts through the door, torching Fox and the New
Beast, setting fire to the bubble's acoustic foam baffles.
"
Sure NOBODY would want THAT!!