Old Auntie Ellen-8 & Jonesy
So this stems from a single line of the novelization of Alien: Resurrection (much better than the movie btw) and it sparked in me a magical idea that I would desperately love to see, but that would be difficult to ever come about in the real world, but hey, in this Post-Archie vs Predator world, who's to say what's impossible?
Anyway, the idea came about from the scene when Ripley first encounters the hideous Newborn and is rightfully revolted by its gene spliced mutant form and size. She remarks upon just how big this creature could grow to be, a question which is destined never to be answered. But what if, in alternative reality fashion, the newborn wasn't killed? And what if it was, in fact, like its Chestburster cousins who share the baby-ish traits of light skin, small size, exaggerated features and a head still unformed and melded with its body, before its first skin shedding?
This creature clearly loves and is protective of Ripley-8 having imprinted with her, so what if she and it lived on together and, in the fashion of Clifford the Big Red Dog, she and it roamed the raggedy edges of humanity unavoidably causing havoc wherever they find themselves. With echoes of Daenerys the Mother of Dragons, the creature is cute and sweet with Auntie Ellen-8 but intentionally or perhaps just clumsily murderous and destructive with anything or anyone else aside from Ellen-8 and maybe friends. Like a more f**ked up, femme'd up, Iron Giant story.
If you've ever owned a cat, Manx or otherwise, you'll understand their dual traits of affection and bloodlust, sometimes goofy, always independent personalities. I figured with our cloned mutant hero's half memories of a life long gone and not her own, that she'd have to come to peace with her new reality, and naming her new friend and clearly unshakable companion "Jonesy" would be a perfectly natural thing.
The idea delighted my twisted heart and I came up with some figures about just how big our halfbreed Jonesy could get, based upon the changes a human-bred Alien goes through in terms of size, proportion and developing features. This is what I came up with,
I'm not an artist but I'd love to see a better realized version of this old cat lady and her friend many years down the line doing their best to stay off the radar with mixed and occasionally comedically disastrous results.
It's safe to say that they'd likely pick up more standard sized earthly cat friends over the years, possibly the only survivors of the many disasters left in their wake. And equally likely, any degree of peace Old Auntie Ellen-8 would be able to find, in her new and uncommon existence, whenever she decided to retire to a less adventurous life would undoubtedly be with the aide of a healthy and regular intake of cannabis. Because. by then. who's got time for the Galaxy's bullshit? Ain't nobody got time for that.
Would you be willing to draw a rad picture of these two together? Maybe even chilling at Tea time with some other regular cat friends they've picked up along the way?