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Prologue
One of the most elite squadrons of the marines had been overwhelmed by the xenomorphs. Among the last of the survivors was Derek, and he and two other of his squadmates were the only ones still alive. They chose to stay behind, for the civilians to evacuate the capital city of Jericho.
He had failed. Half of the civilian population was killed in the evacuation, and Weyland-Yutani had already abandoned the planet. He and his two remaining squadmates were the only ones left, and had fought their way into the xenomorph hive.
An inhuman scream pierced Derek's ear. They had caught up. Looking behind himself, Derek saw a huge crowned xenomorph plowing toward them. He and his teammates readied themselves and shot all their weapons at it, but it didn't even look fazed by their weaponry. It quickly overwhelmed the three of them. The last thing Derek saw before going unconscious was a facehugger jumping toward his face.