CHAPTER 7: THE GHOST IN THE SHELL
Probes bearing the Weyland-Yutani logo enter Arthom’s orbit. The probes began taking pictures of the surface. The data is transferred back to the Weyland-Yutant data center. The images are then studied by a team of synthetic analysts, an image caught their eye, a growing dark spot in the middle of a meadow surrounded by trees. The probes are redirected to the dark spot, the probes took close up photos of the dark spot. The images of a fledgling xenomorph hive was alarming especially on a garden world like Arthom and so close to the Alexandrian system.
Nine months later…
Date: November 31st, 2230
Locale: Somewhere in space
A PCS-X00 Proteus codename Videl flies alongside an M-Class Star Freighter, escorting it to the planet Styx. Valerie was listening to some old 1980’s music from her spaceship’s radio. She bobs her head to the tune as she carefully navigates the freighter through an asteroid field.
“It's early morning, the sun comes out
Last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin
So what is wrong with another sin?
The bitch is hungry, she needs to tell
So give her inches and feed her well
More days to come, new places to go
I've got to leave, it's time for a show
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane”
The Videl reaches its destination, a derelict but fully functional mining facility waiting for an M-class Freighter to dock with it. The Freighter moves ahead of the Proteus as it begins to dock with the derelict miner. “Shadow to Snark, you locked, nice and tight out there” Valerie turned down her music as she spoke through the telecom unit. “Snark to Shadow, mining facility secured. Thanks for the help” they replied. “Roger that” Valerie replied back. The Videl broke away from the departing freighter as she returned to the Shonen station orbiting the ringed yellow gas giant Tsunade. The Videl decelerates as her starcraft enters the stardock, a team of maintenance personnel march up to her spacecraft to begin refueling. Valerie makes her way through the octagonal corridors, she spots a large font of LEVEL 4 on the wall before making her way to the diner. She spots in the diner several working class pilots just unwinding from a long day of space hauling and what-not. “Hey, did ya hear ‘bout what happen to dem colonies out on the frontier?” said a large man with a deep southern accent. “Yeah, wait, which of dem frontier worlds are ya talkin ‘bout Tyrone?” his friend was a frail looking guy from what Valerie could see of him behind Tyrone. “Heh, I mean all of dem? First with Ryushi about six years ago, then Rim, Bouvetoya, Lv-642 about nine months back and now Lv-1201,” Tyrone turned to his friend while sipping his coffee. “What do ya think happen to them?” Jebidiah asked. “I don’t know but I do know something fishy is goin’ on and I’m gonna find out” Tyrone then glances over at Valerie as she orders herself a glass of milk. Tyrone takes another sip of his coffee before getting up. “Hey, whataya doin? Tyrone?” Jebidiah whispers-shouts to get his friend’s attention. Tyrone ignores his skinny friend as he sits next to Valerie. He sizes up her delicate form and cutesy facial features almost too perfect to be human. “Well hello there little girl, what is a cute thing like you doin’ all the way out here on the frontier?” The big guy grins as he sips his coffee. Valerie sighs, she turns to smile at the large man, he was a muscle bound burly fellow with a dirt blonde mullet and massive oversized chin. “I’m just here to do my job” Valerie stated coldly to Tyrone. “Awww don’t be like dat, darling. I’m just trying to engage in casual conversation” The cashier then turned up the television as Solar News Channel came on. “This is Solar News, the most trusted news network in known space. Tragedy struck the frontier colony Lv-669, a freak accident involving the cargo ship suddenly self-destructed over the colony killing almost all of its inhabitants. In other news, a memorial has been fully constructed on Lv-426 to commemorate the colonists and marines that gave their lives in 2179’s destruction of Hadley's Hope” Valerie, seeing the two men were distracted, managed to slip past them as she headed back towards her starship.
She climbs aboard the Videl, she plops herself into its leather seat before punching in her next set of coordinates into the computer. The autopilot kicked as it took care of all the minimal stuff. Valerie revs up her engines as she accelerates from the docking bay of the shonen station before entering subspace. Tyrone and Jebidiah stare out from the porthole as they see her ship speeding away. “Looks like she gave us the o’l slip up, Tyrone” he sips his coffee. “Aww shut your damn mouth Jeb” Tyrone takes one last sip of his coffee before crushing the styrofoam cup into his head before tossing it into the garbage can.
Valerie punched in the coordinates to Earth. The FTL drives roared as her ship slipped into hyperspace. Valerie’s brain aches from fatigue after a long day's work, drop out of hyperspace, a voice whispers in her mind. Valerie is too tired to question the voice, and begins to order her starcraft to drop out of hyperspace. Her starcraft now hovers above the planet Arthom. Go to sleep, again the voice whispers in her mind. Valerie powered down her spacecraft’s engines, she closed her eyes before drifting off to sleep. As she sleeps, the nightmares come back. She relives the nightmares of being cocooned, an ovomorph lying in front of her just waiting to hatch. The touch of the facehugger’s finger-like legs gripping on to her head as it shoved its probicious down her mouth. The sharp pain from a chestburster chewing through her ribcage, spewing blood and pushing broken sharp rib bones out. The queen raises her massive head, saliva drips from her crystalline sword teeth. The queen embraced a non-cocooned Valerie, her body froze before shivering uncontrollably as both her and the queen merged into one. The queen raised her head once more now having Valerie’s face, she opened her black eyes before uttering back to a cocooned Valerie. Make us whole again! Valerie awakes almost pulvulting from her seat before grabbing onto her ship’s console. “It was just a dream...” she looked over to see the blue-green planet. She checks her flight computer, the system map reads a G-Main Sequence star surrounded by eleven planets. The planet she is orbiting was the fifth one from its star. “You're not earth…” A TF-Alpha-1 Cargo Crawler slowly passes over the Videl, sporting the Weyland-Yutani logo. “Weyland-Yutani? What are they doing out here?” She maneuvers around the massive TF-Alpha, her ship’s computers pick up a transmission from the Cargo Crawler. “This is the Von Braun, you are currently entering Weyland Yutani space please state your business, over” a man with a thin mustache sporting a pair of glasses and a brown WY Logo hat, spoke with a deep baritone. “Von Braun, this is the Videl. I had to make an emergency FTL dropout, may I land?, over” she replied. Silence came from the other end, Valerie sighed, Von Braun broke its silence thirty minutes later. “Roger, we will provide you with an escort to the appropriate landing zone, stand-by, over and out” Soon a squadron of smaller crafts signaled Valerie to accompany them down to the planet surface. Once they broke through the clouds, a sea of green jungles dotted the main continent of the planet with a series of rivers snaking across its face. The squadron escorted the Videl through the Midori mountain sierra, Valerie couldn’t help but notice the massive metal structure. The structure had the Weyland-Yutani’s logo plastered over its face and at the foot of the structure was a large human colony. The Videl is then guided into the mountain carved out hangar bay. The Videl’s booster engines fold backwards onto the spacecraft’s wings before landing, the caged frame cockpit slides back as Valerie disembarks.
She is greeted by a elegant japanese woman in dressed in business attire, Valerie could easily pick up on the women’s odd gait as she approached her, Valerie could tell she was a synthetic, “Greetings, Ms. Armstrong. I apologize for the inconvenience,” Valerie recognized this model of Synthetic, she was one of the Fujiko models. A very popular model commonly found in japanese communities, modelled to resemble a Yamato Nadeshiko, the perfect japanese woman. Primarily they were used as adjutants or maids but a lot of the time they were used as synthetic geishas or cosplay models. Fujiko was secretly reading Valerie’s neural pathways, seeing she was deep in thought. Valerie briefly caught a glimpse of the android smirking before the Fujiko model returned to a neutral face. “What is this place? Why did you bring me here?” Valerie asked. Fujiko smiled gently, “My employer has taken notice of your recent activities in the sector. She wants to give you a job since you are in the area. Come please,” the Fujiko model gestured to Valerie to follow her. “Alright,” she began following the android. They entered through the built in mountain facility and walked down a long corridor leading to the elevators. “So you know who I am,” but before Valerie could finish, Fujiko turned her head sideways towards her, “I know more than just your name Valerie Armstrong, your body is quite attractive, yes? How does it feel to be modelled after one of us?” It both honored and disgusted Valerie knowing her body was based on the Fujiko model, being half japanese herself. “Hey my old body was just as good if not better!” Valerie retorted. Again she caught the synthetic smirking at her, what was her deal? Valerie thought.
Fujiko continued down the corridor, “This elevator leads to the main facility” she then gestures to Valerie to enter the elevator. Cautiously Valerie enters the elevator, Fujiko creeps up behind Valerie as the door closes behind them. Valerie inches closer to the elevator’s opposite end as she turns to face Fujiko, they both stood in the elevator with an awkward silence. “How did it feel?” Fujiko broke the silence, “How did what feel?” Valerie asked. “Having the Xenomorph XX121 growing inside of you? Were you scared? What was it like?” Valerie was disgusted by her questions, “It felt very uncomfortable, like suffocating, It would slither around inside you. Feeding on your organs, the only relief was when it decides to chew its way out of you. Satisfied?” Valerie crossed her arms. “One more. How did it feel having your brain extracted?” Fujiko asked. “I wasn’t even conscious, so I can’t tell you. Other than when I “woke” It felt weird not having a body” Valerie closes her eyes. “All you saw was darkness, you couldn’t feel anything, couldn’t open your mouth, move your toes or fingers. You were practically just nothing but your thoughts” Fujiko surprisingly understood. Which creeped Valerie out, “How did… nevermind, just take me to your employer” Valerie glanced back at Fujiko, seriously what is wrong with this android? Sometimes she would act “normal” but other times she acts….
“Human” Fujiko spoke, Valerie was startled, “What?” Valerie wondered if the android could read her thoughts. “Don’t be alarmed, Ms. Armstrong. I was registering you into our database. You are “human” aren’t you?” there was a hint of sarcasm in Fujiko’s voice. The elevator doors spring open, “Down this catwalk, after going through the zoo, you’ll reach the administration office, make a right then a left until you enter the Corporate Executive office then make a straight line towards the secretary then take a right turn and on the third door from the hallway you’ll meet my employer. Have a nice day” Fujiko smiled then waved goodbye as the elevator door closed in front of Valerie. Valerie sighs as she shakes her head, she walks down the catwalk as she makes her way into the “zoo”. Several alien creatures were captmentalized inside a barely big enclosure, they were the native animals of this world. Rabbit eared dog-like creatures pant while sleeping on the muddy floor. The Theropod-like Tojirasaurus, its body resembled an outdated reconstruction of a raptor dinosaur, scaly with pronate claws. Its back was covered from neck to tail with thick maple-leaf dorsal plates, vaguely resembling the monster from the old japanese vids of Godzilla. Despite the vague resemblance, the creature was no bigger than earth’s allosaurus. The rest of the other native animals were unremarkable looking.
As she entered the administration building she followed Fujiko’s instructions, she opened the door to the Corporate Executive Office. Valerie frowned as she saw another Fujiko model android serving as the other Fujiko employer’s secretary. “You made it” the Fujiko synth spoke with familiarity as if she was anticipating her arrival. “Yes I did” Valerie darted her eyes away, “Down the corridor..” Fujiko smiled. “Yeah, I know” Valerie almost made the mistake of turning left instead of right. Valerie grabs the second door’s handle, “Ms. Armstrong, it's the third door” Valerie walked down to the third door, “Its open” said a voice on the other side.
CHAPTER 8: THE QUEEN BEE
Date: November 31st, 2230
Locale: Planet Arhtom
Fujiko’s employer spun around in her big leather seat, she was a youthful white woman with ear length comb backed blonde hair. “Priscilla Vickers, it's a pleasure to finally meet you Ms. Armstrong. I have a job for you if you would oblige to accept it” Ms. Vickers asserted herself commandfully as she gestured for Valerie to sit down. Valerie sat in the chair in front of her. “What's the job?” Valerie asked, “A simple escort mission, nothing more, 1,500,000 Wey-Yu dollars should suffice” Priscilla cocked her head. “1500K huh? I accept the job” Valerie reaches over to shake Priscilla’s hand. “Great, here take this” she taps at the computer console built into her desk, a card shoots out of a slender port. “Your clearance, it also serves as your hotel key. Don’t lose it” she then gestures for Valerie to take her leave. Valerie gets up to retrieve her keycard before leaving the room. Fujiko glances at Valerie as she leaves the Corporate Executive Office, she switches direct control from her secretary body back to her main body in her office at the Omega Site. “She is coming,” she caresses the window looking down at the Omega Site. Secreted resin covers the sides of the window as the omega site has since grown around the interior of the mega structure. Fujiko switches to one of her bodies on route to the Omega Site’s Hive. The Fujiko model abandons her previous task of taking samples to walk off her programmed route. The xenomorph warriors ignore her synthetic scent as they continue their daily tasks, spinning hosts inside cocoons. They have since abandoned the need to egg morph, since their praetorian had fully matured into a fertile Queen. The Fujiko model snuck past the royal guards as she entered the Queen’s chamber. There the Queen was suspended on her throne of resin, her oviraptor grew out from underneath her pelvis. “Your majesty” The Fujiko model smiled, “Lilith, your Children belong to us now, soon we...I will unlock your species secrets” she approaches the large xenomorph. “Soon there will be only one queen bee” Fujiko now is close enough to touch the Queen xenomorph, “That queen Bee will be me!” she points her thumb to herself, enraged Lilith snaps her jaws around the worker fujiko model’s arm lifting her up like a ragdoll before seizing her with her long arms. Lilith pulls the puppet android apart, white fluids and entrails spill onto the black resin floor. Fujiko returned to her main body, “Touchy” she comments.
Locale: Somewhere in space
A Yautja clanship Za’nacca of the Laughing Skull Clan races across the stars as they were being pursued by a Mala’kak Dreadnaught. The Dreadnaught powered up its photon cannons, and the clanship detected the enemy ship’s energy readings. The yautja pilots growl and roar as they take evasive maneuvers, the clanship swerves out of the photon beam's trajectory as the beam zooms past the yautja starcraft. The beam shifts its trajectory but the clanship quickly out maneuvers the beams, the beams manage to knick one of the clanship’s engines. Za’nacca jerks from the hit, many yautja warriors are catapulted from their feet. Zerachande lies in the healing room recovering from his injuries but he is stirred awake by the explosions. He flared his mandibles as he reached for his ceremonial knife. The dreadnaught fires their beam again, slicing off one of the clanship’s wings. Zerachande bursts onto the bridge, his pilots were desperately searching for a star system to jump. “What's the situation?” Zerachande asks his pilots. “Mala’kak” the pilots growled in unison. Zerachande glances at the starmap, he touches the holographic star; a random system with thirteen planets. “Take us here!” Zerachande growled. As the Za’nacca begins shifting to light speed, the engineer dreadnought photon beam shoots across the void, the Za’nacca vanishes before the beam could make contact. The engineer pilot swivels out of his biomechanical chair, the elephantine mask opens up to reveal one pissed off Mala’kak.
Locale: Planet Arhtom, Hangar Bay
Valerie was preparing the fuel to her starcraft, the crew from the ship she was ordered to escort came walking up to her. “Hey you, our escort?” said an overweight man with a bushy mustache wearing a baseball cap. “You, the captain, who’s ship I’m escorting?” Valerie replied. “Yeah, that would be me. So ummm heard you are kind of famous” the man attempts at conversation. “It seems word travels fast on this planet.” Valerie muttered to herself, “Hi, I am Valerie Armstrong, from Armstrong Industries” she puts on her polite face. “The name is Jerry McLittle, and this here is my crew: Derrick Finkle, he is a bit retarded but the boy can sing like angel and he is a mighty fine good cook. Then there is my copilot Chung Lang, Moose is my navigator, and my husband Steve Bujo” Valerie just nods her head as he talks to her, “A pleasure to meet you. So what’cha got in there” Valerie smiled while raising her brows as she gestured towards Jerry's ship. The Snuggems was an old ZCT cargo vessel, “Onboard the Snuggems, nothing much, just a payload we received from Omega Labs. Well it was a mighty fine pleasure speaking to you Ms. Armstrong” With that exchange both pilots went their separate ways back to their ships. Both took off into orbit, their destination was the Animus system, Planet Nagaigo. The Videl was the first to depart the hangar then it was the Snuggems. Their FTL drives brought them to the Animus system, Animus-A was a red dwarf star, while Animus-B was a yellow dwarf star much like the Sun. The system had a total of thirteen planets, Seven of them orbited Animus B while six orbited Animus A. The Videl escorted the Snuggems to the sixth planet from Animus B. Nagaigo, had an atmosphere and temperature comparable to late triassic Earth however most of the planet was arid highlands, scattered large lakes dotted its surface. “Snuggems to Ground Control, do we have a landing? Over” Captain McLittle spoke through the radio, “Snuggems, This is Ground Control. You are clear to land,” the ground control replied. “Roger that,” McLittle replied, he turned to his crew, “Okay let's set this big turd down already” The snuggems and the videl begin their descent into the atmosphere. The Videl’s and the Snuggem’s computers began reading abnormal readings on their sensors, “Ah what the hell?” McLittle reads the computer, INCOMING SPATIAL DISTORTION the computer bleeps. A damaged yautja clanship materializes right behind them, the Snuggems and the clanship collide into each other; taking its wing and heavily damaging its right engine as both starships fall to the planet surface. The Videl zooms to the Snuggems, desperately Valerie tries to decelerate the Snuggem’s descent by pushing her spacecraft up against the snuggems for support. As the three spaceships entered the atmosphere, the yautja clanship crash landed far in the jagged mountains while the Snuggems and Videl stayed airborne for a while longer. The Videl’s computers started blaring a damage report as her wing began taking damage. Valerie ignored the computer’s warnings. “Captain McLittle don’t worry I got your wing” WARNING INCOMING OBSTRUCTION! Valerie turns to see a massive rock spire inching closer and closer to their ships. The Snuggems veered away from the rock spire, forcing the Videl to do the same. “Shit!” Valerie cussed, she checked to see the Snuggems but the ship vanished from her sight. “Son of… McLittle, McLittle, are you still there?” Valerie radioed in to the snuggems. All she could hear was static, “sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….we areshhhhh...shhhhhhh….Alivshhhhhh” McLittle transmitted. “Hang in there I’mma come getcha” Valerie navigated the Videl towards the snuggems last visual contact.
Locale: Planet Nagaigo, Snuggem Crash Site.
McLittle turns to his crew, “Don’t worry help is on the way….” blood trickled down his forehead. “What about the cargo?” asked Steve. “Ah shit….” McLittle tried to reach for the radio, “Ahhhhhh” he cried, “Damn it” he pushed through the pain to transmit another message, “Videl, this is Snuggem… Don’t come looking for us, I repeat don’t come looking for us.
“Videlssshhhhh,...isshhhhh,...Comeshhhh,...for usshhhhhh,...don’tshhhh,...usshhhh” the transmission was too broken up for Valerie to understand, “You are breaking up… Hold on I have you on visual, hang tight boys, I’m coming to getcha'' Valerie smiles as she prepares to land near the crash sight. “Don’t….land….” McLittle transmitted. Valerie spotted something crawling out of the damaged cargo hull. A dark grey elongated fathead peered out of the torn hull, its eyeless face sent a chill down Valerie’s spine. Instinctually she veered away from the crash site.
CHAPTER 9: THE REUNION
Locale: Planet Nagaigo, Snuggem Crash Site.
The xenomorph dropped to all fours as the videl veered away from the Snuggems. Valerie targeted the xenomorphs, she hesitates to fire her starcraft’s cannons. Her head starts to feel funny as she stares at her flight controls, a facehugger leaps from the console controls at her face, Valerie instinctually pulls back her throttle as she breaks from engagement. It took Valerie a few moments to realize it was a hallucination, nothing more. She flies back around to engage the xenomorphs, again her head starts to feel funny as another hallucination takes over her. This time a pair of xenomorph arms reach from around her seat to grab her. Valerie disengaged the xenomorphs again, her artificial heart was pounding in her synthetic rib cage. MAINTENANCE IS ADVISED, the onboard systems began speaking inside her head. NEURO LEVELS ABOVE ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS, SEEK MEDICAL ATTENTION IMMEDIATELY. Several Xenomorph hallucinations stare at her through the glass of her ship’s canopy, Tears start rolling down Valerie’s face as she abandons the Snuggems to their fate.
It stood back up as it watched the Videl grow smaller and smaller before disappearing in the horizon, the xenomorph viciously peeled back its lips revealing its sharp metal grey teeth; it unleashed a hellish screech. More xenomorphs of similar caliber began emerging from the damaged cargo hull. A few runners were quick to run out from the main horde, the runners were distinct from the warriors due to lacking the dorsal tubes of the human spawned xenomorph warriors. The runners began searching the crevices of the rocky terrain leaving the warriors behind, the warriors were scouting the ship, looking for building supplies for their new hive. The runners were quick to stumble up an oasis, large mangrove-like trees dotted the lake, tall grass-like reeds dotted the shoreline of the lake. A strange six legged armoured antelope-like creature was spotted drinking from the lake, its head was adorned with what looked like a giant fingernail. The Nailelope lifts its head up while sniffing the air, “Yeeuunn Yeeuunn” it calls out to the rest of its herd. The runners sneak off into the reads like a pride of lions, the Nailelope all raise their heads up sniffing the air. A runner bursts from the reeds, claws stretched out. The Nailelope back kicks the runner in the face, the next runner spits a jet of acid on to the Nailelope’s leg injuring it. The two runners quickly bring the Nailelope down, they fire their inner jaws into its weakened flesh as they proceed to eat it.
Locale: Planet Nagaigo, Za’nacca Crash Site.
Zerachande awakens in a daze, slowly he pulls himself up as he sees the bridge was in disrepair, green fluorescent blood splattered all over the flight controls indicating the pilots didn’t survive the crash. He slowly made his way through what was left of the clan ship, Rouyeyin, Swayande, Tass’dhou-di, the huntresses, youngbloods and unbloods were slowly recovering from the crash as well. The yautja quickly began gathering supplies for the worst case scenario. Zerachande could smell wires burning, he growled as a fire began to take roots, he then gestured to his clan to abandon the ship. One by one the yautja drop out of the escape holes in the Za’nacca. The Laughing Skull Clan quickly scaled up a rock face before gaining some distance away from the ship. Zerachande could hear the Za’nacca explode in the distance. Zerachande growls mournfully, his trophy collection he spent building up for 50 years since he was an unblood, was now all gone. The huntress Atori commanded the other females to set up the distress beacon. The yautja quickly set up camp from what supplies they brought with them. Several warriors guarded the camp’s perimeter in case anyone or anything would stumble upon them. Zerachande was sharpening his naginata as he gave the binary stars a quick glance, when he noticed two creatures standing on the adjacent cliff face between the yautja camp and a vast ravine. Both male and female creatures resemble muscular oomans with chests covered in natural body markings resembling tattoos on their chest, stomach, and thighs. Their lowered legs were covered in thick boney armor as well as their forearms. Sharp claws extend from both their feet and hands, their forearms have a natural blade-like claw growing out from the wrist that extends back to the elbow. A long segmented tail that resembles that of a kainde amedha’s tail extends from their hindquarters. A pair of seemingly vestigial wings adorn their upper backs. Last thing was their heads were very ooman-like as well but their eyes were more like that of a hungry predator than ooman, red markings line their tear ducts down to their cheek. Their heads were covered in short spiky hair, but a pair of wing-shaped horns grew out from their skulls. The tall one was mostly a light purple shade from his torso up with shades of black coloring his legs, tail, body markings, hair, and horns. The short one was mostly tan save for her body markings, hair, horns, tail, lower legs and forearms.
The Nagaians stared back at the yautja, they noticed that they were roughly like themselves in body shape but their long fleshy dreads caught them off guard and odd scaly skin texture. The Nagaians became disturbed when they saw the yautja remove their masks as they ate, their four mandible jaws on top of a more humanoid jaw, made the Nagaians even more cautious. “What are they?” the female spoke, “I don’t know” the male spoke. “The fire scale one, it is looking at us,” the female bared her razor sharp teeth. “Let’s report this back to chieftain” the two nagaians quickly removed themselves from Zerachande’s line of sight. The two nagaians raced down the slopes before jumping over the large crevices, the pair leapt and jumped across the broken rock formation until they reached one of the lakes. A herds of Nailelopes race across the grassy plains surrounding the lake. Massive six legged shelled sauropod-like creatures lumbered alongside the Nailelope herds. The Nagaians leap down off the rock ledge onto the plains as they encroach on their village’s secret entrance.
Locale: Planet Nagaigo, Scott Town
The Videl soars over the colony, the Videl enters autopilot mode as it eases itself down. The booster engines fold on to the wings as it completes its landing. She powers down her engines, the cockpit canopy pops open allowing Valerie to make her descent to the concrete floor. The ground crew rush over to assist Valerie, fuel lines are soon put in place as they refuel the Videl. Valerie was soon escorted to the department of transportation, “Where’s the other ship? What happened to the Snuggems?” asked the man in charge, Nickey Housse. He was a short pudgy man with brown hair and a thick mustache. “I abandoned them…” Valerie finally spoke, “aliens… there were aliens in the cargo…” their razor sharp diamond-esque teeth haunt her waking eyes. “Bring up a psyche profile on this girl,” Nickey asked one of his assistants. A tall slender asian woman, wearing an all white attire and sported thin glasses.
After sometime the assistant comes back with a folder, she gestures to Mr. Housse to enter the next room “Her name is Valerie Armstrong, she is the daughter of Mark Armstrong CEO and Founder of Armstrong Industries. She has flight training and went to college for a business degree. I did some hard digging and came across a top secret file. What I found out was very bizarre. She is technically dead”
“Dead? Her” Mr. Housse points at the one way window at Valerie in disbelief. “How is...she’s an android isn’t she?” Mr. Housse put the pieces together.
“Not quite, according to the files. Her brain is human,” mentioned the assistant.
“So what then? She’s a cyborg? Do you know this puts us in a difficult position? So what else does those top secret files say?” Mr. Housse asked.
“Her condition was terminal, the gestating Xenomorph XX121 was already in its last embryonic growth development” the assistant continued reading the medical files.
“Eh what?” Mr. Housse snapped.
“She had a chestburster growing inside of her” the assistant lowers the papers in mild irritation.
“She had one of those things inside of her? Why didn’t they remove it?” Mr. Housse asked.
“It was in its last embryonic growth development, removing it could have complicated things. Not to mention that in cases where patients survived chestburster removal, patients died shortly after from left over alien biomass. So beyond cloning which is illegal, synthetic personality transference would be the only viable option, even if it's in a legal grey area” the assistant continued.
“Poor girl, she must have been terrified of those monsters. How’s her psychological health?” Mr. Housse asks.
“Her trauma has left her psychologically compromised, from the psytriatric reports stating she hallucinates seeing xenomorphs. Should someone like her be piloting a spacecraft?” the assistant asks her superior.
“I’ll take from here Ms. Ling. We will leave out the cyborg part, write she is an emotionally traumatized girl from her experiences with an alien. Can you do that?” Mr. Housse asks his assistant.
“Yes, Mr. Housse. What will become of this girl?”
“She is unfit for space travel, I will lock her ship down until further notice. Start the investigation in where the Snuggems went down, tear her ship apart if you have too” he orders his assistant. Mr. House then proceeds to pick up a phone, “Security, escort Ms. Armstrong to Isolation cell B5”
Valerie’s head started to feel funny again, she heard a loud thud, a xenomorph drone was staring at her in the face. Its silvery fangs dripped with thick saliva oozing from its human-like jaws. Valerie peered into its translucent domed face, she was barely able to make out the empty human eye sockets within the domed head. The hallucination was very lifelike, Valerie knew it wasn’t real, how could it be real? The door opens up, Valerie looks over to the door to see security entering the room, she looks back to the xenomorph, it is gone.
“Valerie Armstrong, you are coming with us” said the guard. Valerie nodded as she followed the guards, they guided her to the isolation cells and to her surprise she was locked in isolation. “Let me out! You can’t do this to me!” Valerie banged on the door.
CHAPTER 10: THE ESCAPE
Locale: Planet Nagaigo, Scott Town
The investigators raid the Videl, they extract the information from her computers before taking their shuttles to the snuggem’s last recorded location.
Locale: Cerberus Station, Planet Julianos.
A massive anchorpoint station orbits above the green gas giant Julianos, the weyland-yutani logo plastered on almost every wall. There in the main labs, the yautja youngblood was strapped to a medical bed. Sarachande slowly awakened to a bright medical lamp, oomans hovered over him as they checked the computers to read his vitals. He looked at the table on the farside of the room, there a facehugger laid dead in a dishpan. Near the ooman doctors were scalpels covered in thick light green luminescent blood. He then looked down and saw a stitched incision on his chest, glances at one of the oomans carrying a cylindrical container no doubt containing the predalien chestburster. The ooman doctors quickly glance at sarachande, they begin to panic as they try to pacify the young yautja. Sarachande remained eerily calm as they sedated him.
Locale: Planet Nagaigo, Snuggems Crash Site.
Zerachande leads his clan across the rocky landscape, their wrist computers sending a signal into their biomasks. Zerachande moves ahead of his clan onto a large boulder, he switches vision modes to electrovision. The snuggems were crawling with the kainde amedha, their exoskeletons illuminated green on the electrovision. Zerachande signaled his clan to quiet down less they draw the attention of the hard meats. Frustrated, the xenomorphs began hissing aggressively at each other. The biggest of the drones, fired its inner jaws into one of the more submissive ones. The smaller drone fell to the ground bleeding profusely; shrieking in pain. The bigger drone seized the smaller drone’s left back tube and tail, lifting the injured one above its head. The smaller drone shrieks as it struggles to free itself but its screams are cut short when its body is thrown into the snuggem’s hull. Chitin, soft organs, and acid blood crash and splash against the ship’s hull. The blood eats its way through the ship, creating a whole the size of a chair. The big drone shrieks to rally the others. One by one, the xenomorphs squeeze themselves into the hole.
Zerachande watched in the distance as the kainde amedha butched one of their own to gain access to the ship’s interior. The elite yautja signals his people to advance away from the crash site, not wishing to endanger his clan when the odds are not in their favor. A pack of runners hiss from a nearby crevice, Zerachande growled as he deploys his naginata. The runners charge into the yautja full of zeal. Zerachande impales one, he shoves his naginata in further with all of his might. The runner shrieks as acid blood drips from its wounds. The runner raises its claws in the air before bringing them down on the yautja elite. The claws scrap against his biomask and pauldron. Zerachande head butted the xenomorph, dislodging some of its teeth. The runner falls backwards, its body twitches in its final moments. Swayande was fending off a runner with his combi-stick, while Rouyeyine deploys both of his wrist blades to take on the kainde amedha himself. Tass-dhou-di fires his burner into one of the kainde amedha, its copper-exoskeleton explodes into a shower of acid. The xenomorphs at the snuggems turn their attention onwards towards the rocky landscape. A second large drone led the remaining xenomorphs outside of the ship towards the boulders. A human shuttle zooms overhead catching the lead drone’s attention.
The shuttle pilot looks down from his cockpit, “Oh that’s not good” he stares at the xenomorphs gathering on the ground. “Base, this is eagle-1. The Snuggem’s cargo is compromised. Specimens are loose and about, I repeat, Specimens are loose and about; over” the shuttle retreats across the horizon. The second big drone leads the rest of the xenomorphs in the opposite direction of the yautja; they now travel west in the direction of the shuttle. When the shuttle arrives at Scott Town, it flies over the massive electrical fences that surround the colony perimeter. Large bulldozers return from the south passage, its tires covered in arrows fired by the natives. The shuttle lands in the starport, its pilots come running out in a panic. The pilot, Jacob Malory bursts into the department of transportation’s office. “Mr. Housse, sir! Mr. Housse, sir!” The pilot was out of breath.
“What is it Mr. Malory?”
“Sir about my report..” Before the pilot would rereport his findings, he is interrupted by a voice over the computer.
“Mr. Housse they are back again” said the gate guards, “Damn natives” Mr. Housse curses.
There stood two teenage nagaians, the girl was dressed in a fur bikini and the boy was dressed in a mixture of furs and bone armor. “Akae and Takashin” Mr. Housse spoke over the computer, “What do you kids want this time?” Mr. Housse asked.
“Our elder has fallen ill, we beg of you can you spare us your medicine? ” Akae asked politely. Akae was typical of Nagaians in general build, if somewhat shorter than average and her companion Takashi is typical of male nagaians in build, muscular and tall.
“Look I know you people are struggling and all but this isn’t a Red Cross, we are running low on our own supplies” Mr. Housse barked through the computer, “Look I’ll cut you kids a deal, we just lost a shipment, maybe if you go look for our missing shipment; I’ll let you have some of our stock, sound like a deal?”
The two young nagaians exchanged glances at each other. Before the nagaians could reply, Malory started shouting, “Sir, I found the shipment!”
Mr. Housse turns around in his chair, “Geeze Malroy, I was in the middle of something? Shut up! Wait what did you say about the shipment? You found it?” Mr. Housse was intrigued, “Sorry Kids, better luck next…”
“Wait sir, this is important, it affects them as much as us!” Malory interrupts again.
“Heh, sure it does” Mr. Housse disconnects the feed to colony gates.
“Sir, the specimens are loose. If left unchecked they could be here within a day” Malory continued, Mr. House glared at Malory before reconnecting the feed to the nagaians outside.
“Well kids, it's your lucky day. Come inside, my assistant will take you to the pharmacy” Mr. Housse spoke through the computer. He then turns to Malory, “What? I’m a hardass, not an asshole” he spins back around in his chair.
The colony blast doors slide up into the gate frame, Grahnnnn, the door locks in place. Akae and Takashin crossed into the threshold. They see another blast door on the other side of the tunnel-esque gatehouse. Grahnnn, the blast door behind them shuts closed. Grahnnn, The blast door in front of them then opens up. The two nagaians wander into the colony, Mr. Housse’s assistance walked up to the teenage natives, she gestured to Akae and Takashin to follow her.
“We built schools for these aliens...I mean natives and what do we get? Moochers and thieves” a man whispered to his colleague while glaring at the two nagaians passing by.
“Hey at least Nagaian poontang is better than arcturian poontang, am I right guys?” commented his friend. The others burst out in fits of laughter, while the glaring man exchanged a serious stare to his colleagues.
Later that evening, on the outskirts of Scott’s Town the xenomorphs gather behind the boulders. The lead warrior hisses to the runners to scout out the perimeter. The runners slowly climbed down into the valley, the dirt reeked of gasoline and the scent of prey. The quadrupedal xenomorphs carefully snuck behind any large rock big enough to conceal their forms, waiting for nightfall. The runners have picked up two large sources of prey scent, the colony beyond the rocks and the scattered small boulders between them. The runners splitted into smaller packs as they head off to both prey sources. The leading runner pack dash out from the cover of the large rocks, they quickly overrun the few guards guarding the colony entrance. A few runners try to climb over the gate house only to be zapped to death by the electric perimeter fence.
The second runner pack swarms over to the seemingly random rock placements. The runners can smell the scent of prey all over the rocks. A curious xenomorph runner pushes the small boulder with its head. Once the small boulder was dislodged from its original placement, the scent intensified. The runner hisses joyfully at its accomplishment, the other runners glance at their sister. The accomplished runner squeezes herself into the small crevice, her tail thrashes around before slipping deeper into the small hole.
“WARNING! INTRUDERS AT SOUTH GATE!” the colony computer blared over the intercoms. The colonial security force awake to the alarms, they quickly leap out of their beds as they dress themselves. They then rush to the armor to don their weapons and body armor before heading to the gatehouse and the security control room. The guards in the control room viewed on multiple monitors, the south gate entrance was swarming with copper colored banana head creatures. The runners were dragging the outside security personnel away from the gates. The security force opens the gatehouse as they rush into the tunnel, the gate closes behind them as they double time to the next gate door. The blast door opens to the outside, the security force begins to fire on the xenomorph runners. The ones they manage to hit schriek as they fall over dead. The other runners quickly drop their prey as they bolt towards the security guards. The guards fire open the creatures but the eyeless bastards when directly confronted were too fast to hit. They tackle the guards, head biting into their skulls before moving on to their next target. One of the remaining guards drops his M41A Pulse as he rushes over to the security panel, seeing his friends being butched or dragged off into the night; he didn’t want to suffer the same fate. He pulled down the emergency switch, and the blast doors began to shut close. The guards turned in terror as the blast door began close behind them. One of the runners bolts towards the closing blast door, its slender form manages to squeeze beyond the closing doors into the gatehouse tunnel.
The runner spots the security guard attempting to release the city door, fast like lightning the runner closes the distance between predator and prey. The interior door began to open, the runner was startled by the opening of the blast door for a moment. The coward guard attempts to run past the copper xenomorph, the runner quickly refocuses her gaze back to the guard. She charges into the fleeing human, sending him flying across the pavement. She launches her inner jaws into his spine, crippling the coward before bolting off into the colony interior. The security force in the control room scramble to close the interior gate but it was already too late, one of them had already entered the colony.
The remaining security force scrambled to hunt down the runner but alone a xenomorph is extremely crafty. The runner instinctually took to the air ducts to hide from the humans. She observed from the grates as the security teams began their sweep. Her senses picked up an electrical source, she navigated through the ducts to the powerstation. She removes the grate separating her from the powerstation interior. Her slender biomechanical form spills out of the air duct, she raises her head as she rises on her hand legs. She lunges at the power box, clawing it before firing her inner jaws into electrical components. The electricity surges through her biomechanical body, knocking the little xenomorphs backwards. The runner falls on her face, dead.
The powered doors suddenly all open, with the exception of the blast doors. Sensing the fences no longer were producing an electrical current the runners screech out to the warriors. The lead warrior growls to her packmates as they press the attack, the bipedal xenomorphs charge straight towards the colony gates. They quickly overran the colony walls as they entered the colony, the remaining security force began opening fire into the warriors but they were quickly overpowered by the black xenomorphs. The colonists hid inside their rooms as the sounds of gunfire and xenomorph screeching echoed in the halls. Valerie awakened from her cell, she peeked through her cell door’s window. She saw security running past the window port, and they began opening fire at something.
Valerie began banging on the door, “Hey what's going on?” she asked. “It's none of your concern, citizen. Remain where you are and hide” the security officer demanded.
A man screamed not too far away, “Shit!” the security officer bolted past the door. Valerie continued to look through the small window. She could see the silhouettes of the guards' shadows passing by a wall before disappearing into the adjacent hallway. Gunfire, followed by the howling screams of the officers. Then a dead silence.
Valerie continued to peer through the window. Finally a shadow graced the back lit wall, it wasn’t human. Banana-shaped head, two dorsal tubes on its back with a single dorsal spike in the center of its spine, and a long scorpion-esque tail. Valerie’s eyes widened in terror as memories of her cocoonment came surfacing in her mind. Valerie dashes to hide her under her bunk as the xenomorph turns its gaze towards the cells. It lets out a sharp hisses as it approaches the door.
CHAPTER 11: THE FIGHT
Locale: Planet Nagaigo, catacombs.
The runners and shortly afterwards; warriors, slid into the tight crevices of the holes that were formerly covered by the small boulders. The cramped tunnels then opened to a massive chasm. The xenomorphs curle themselves into a ball as they plummeted into the dark waters below. As they sink, they unfurl themselves, they swim gracefully to the surface. Their dorsal tubes burst through the water like shark fins, followed by the top of their head and their long segmented tails.
The Nagaian braves were alerted by the splashes. “Halt, who goes there?” shouted the nagaian brave, as he approached the dark shores. A long segmented skeletal tail rises out of the water followed by an elongated ribbed and seemingly eyeless head. The Nagaian brave reaches for his spear as the rest of the beast arose from the water, two humanoid arms and legs attached to a vaguely skeletal biomechanical torso. Without hesitation the xenomorph warrior dashes out of the water, the nagaian brave barely had enough time to block the warrior’s initial attack.
The warrior grabbed the Brave’s spear, its biomechanical muscles bulged as it applied pressure on the bone spear. The warrior hisses as it shatters the bone spear into pieces. The Brave falls backwards as the xenomorph falls onto all fours, the warrior raises its head to face the brave. He barely caught a glimpse of something crawling on its back. The Brave charges towards the warrior, the warrior rises on its legs as stretches its hand out to grasp the nagaian by the face. The Brave’s eyes widen as he is thrown to the ground, the warrior pins the nagaian to the floor as a facehugger comes crawling down its arm. The Brave struggles but it is no use, the warrior turns the brave’s head to face the larval xenomorph. The facehugger wraps its finger-like legs around the nagaian’s head and its tail around his throat.
The warrior hisses to the other xenomorphs to attack the Nagaian Village. The braves assemble charged in with their spears, swords, and axes. With the strength of the Warriors and speed of the Runners, the xenomorphs overpowered the braves’ best efforts. The nagaians lucky enough to die quickly were cut down by the xenomorph’s claws, impaled by their stinger tails, and their skulls crushed by their inner jaws. The unlucky ones were gathered to be cocooned and later implanted. The xenomorphs chased after the few nagaians that managed to flee. As their prey headed for higher ground, the xenomorphs suddenly halted their pursuit. The warriors and runners returned to the raised village, they recycled the bodies of those slain into building material for their new hive.
Meanwhile, Valerie resigns to her bunker as the xenomorph peered in the window. Valerie could barely see the human skull buried within the xenomorph’s dark translucent face. The lights die out, the door slides open. The emergency lights kick in, red lights illuminate the room. The xenomorph slowly approaches Valerie, its mouth drooling profusely as it makes its way to her. Valerie was paralized with fear as the xenomorphs halted its movements, its head jittering as it peels back its lips. It opens its jaws, drool and spit comes leaking out as its inner jaws extend from the dark recess of its mouth. Valerie closes her eyes, fearing the worst is about to come. The xenomorph retracts its inner jaws, instead the xenomorph grabs a hold of Valerie’s head. The creature carefully examines Valerie, the transparency of its face becomes more clear when up closer. She could barely make out that its eye sockets weren’t so empty, she only saw it for a moment, solid black orbs caught the refractured lens of light.
The xenomorph lost interest in her from the neck down as it repeatedly kept examining her head time and time again. It was her brain, the only thing left of her that is human. The alien is confused whether to ignore her or take her in as a host or eat what little biomass she had. The smell of her synthetic body was keeping it from doing the latter, but yet it continues to hold her in place. Valerie barely caught a glimpse of a heat shimmering, was there a gas leak? She didn’t smell any gas. The xenomorph shrieks in her face, its clawed nails bury themselves deep into the scalp and the back of her ear. White fluid oozes from her wounds. Valerie was just mere inches away from a serrated blade sticking out of the xenomorph warrior’s sternum. However some of its blood is now eating away at her shoulder. The xenomorph thrashes its tail. Valerie saw the heat shimmers forming around the alien’s tail, the exoskeletal plating buckles in as if someone is squeezing it. A pair of metal blades seemingly manifest out of thin air , above the warrior’s tail. The blades come down slicing the creature’s tail off. The xenomorph howls as it crashes into the bunk, valerie was forced to lay next to the collapsed monster. Valerie saw a massive spear sticking out of the xenomorph’s back. Valerie then looked up at the heat shimmers, Valerie heard a series of clicking noises out of nowhere. Soon the heat shimmers gave way to a tall muscular alien creature wearing armor and fishnets.
He retracts his wrist blades as he retrieves his combi stick out of the dead xenomorph. Valerie watched as the new creature kneeled down on the dead one. With a quick slice with its glaive, it removes the xenomorph’s head. Valerie could feel the creature’s grasp on her head weakening. She sighs in relief, the combi stick is then stabbed into the floor between Valerie and the xenomorph. She is lifted up by the head once more, the yautja gives her a hard stare. “Error...error..damage critical” Valerie pretended to be one of the “stupid” synthetics. The yautja just gently tossed her to the floor before grabbing his combi stick on the out.