Hello all and welcome to the first chapter or...prologue of my third fanfiction and my second Alien series fanfiction. FYI for those who haven't please go and read my first fanfiction ALIEN ISOLATION: NOT ALONE, I would really appreciate it.
Now onto this story is the sequel to the priory named fic, the majority of the story will (spoiler alert) take place over the course of 1986's Aliens. Now as much as I am dedicated to keeping canon intact I will be changing some details found within the movie's context, nothing too major, but still fairly noticeable.
Anyway enough of my talking, NOW ON WITH THE SHOW!
ALIENS IS OWNED BY 20TH CENTURY FOX/DISNEY
THE OCS (ALL FOUR OF THEM) ARE OWNED BY ME.
ALIENS: NOT ALONE
Prologue
The darkness of space, a mixture of blues and blacks, stars and asteroids. Against the darkness of space a lone dot floats across it.
That lone dot belongs to a small shuttle, known as "NARCISSUS", formerly it served as the escape shuttle for the USCSS Nostromo. The ship itself went missing over fifty years ago, the Narcissus has been at drift that entire time.
Inside said craft are the three survivors of the Nostromo tragedy.
Of the eight members of the crew, six of them were dead...
The ship had received a distress signal on its way back to Earth, said signal led the crew to a meteoroid now dubbed "LV-426". During their quest to find the signal, they stumbled upon what looked to be a nest of countless eggs of some sort. The discovery brought instant regret as executive officer Kane was attacked by some sort of parasite, said parasite launched onto his face, shortly after they had left the meteoroid, the parasite appeared to die and fall off Kane's body. However during dinner a creature unlike any the crew had seen emerges from Kane's body killing him in the process, one by one the crew are killed by the creature, first Brett, then Captain Dallas, then Parker and Lambert, but to make matters even worse Third Officer Ripley along with Chief Tactical Officer Mils discovered that Weyland Yutani wanted the creature to be preserved as it was deemed the "perfect organism" by the ship's Science Officer Ash, who was revealed to be an android sent to protect the creature.
Out of desperation the surviving member of the crew decided to blow up the ship, and escaped on the Narcissus. Though they succeeded at blowing up the ship, the creature somehow survived, and cornered the two survivors on the shuttle, Mils is wounded by the creature while Ripley dawned a spacesuit, the two of them worked together to finally eject the creature out of the shuttle and into the path of its engines.
With the creature dead, both Ripley and Mils finally breathed a sigh of relief...they have laid inside the chambers now for almost sixty years, untouched by time, waiting to be found.
That day has finally arrived as the Narcissus is discovered by a massive salvage ship, the small shuttle is sucked up into a holding area of the exterior of the ship and is clamped to it with a thud, the door to the shuttle is cut open and a robot emerges. Once inside it scans the surrounding area, once the scanning cone of vision washes across both Mils and Ripley's forms it turns it's scanner off and backs out of the doorway it came from. Three men all wearing protective suits emerge from the doorway and begin searching the interior of the shuttle with large industrial flashlights. One approaches the hypersleep chamber containing Ripley and her cat Jonesy. He runs across the dust covered dome hull of the chamber revealing the pair a little more clearly. He checks a terminal nearby and sees that Ripley's life readings are still strong.
"We've got a live one here...cat's okay too" one of the salvage crew say to the pair to his left checking on Mils' pod.
"Same goes for the one over hear" one of the two men add, the leader of the crew takes off his mask and breathes a sigh of slight disappointment.
"Well there goes our salvage boys...better get the Captain down here..." he says as his compatriots take their masks off.
Within days of the Narcissus being found Weyland Yutani and the US government are contacted separately, it was the equivalent of finding a lifeboat from the Titanic only all the people in it were still alive and hadn't aged a day. There were now two witnesses to what happened to the Nostromo and the other members of the crew.
Now all that mattered was if the two survivors would wake up...
...
Meanwhile thousands of miles above Earth a large, a gun metal covered ship makes it way towards a military space station for some shore leave, the ship carries a small strike team of a little more than a dozen United States Colonial Marines.
The name of this ship is the USS Sulaco, an Conestoga Class Transport ship, it's current a cargo were the marines of the 2nd Battalion more specifically Bravo Team.
In the crew quarters which also counted as a "lounge" of sorts the fifteen members of the team were scouted around the large area.
At the poker table Corporal Cynthia Dietrich, Private First Class William Hudson, and Private Ricco Frost were playing a rather casual game of Texas Hold Em' with Hudson trying to keep a cool head despite being on a losing streak.
"Awh shit man...if we were playing for real I'd be fucked!" Hudson says adjusting his reversed baseball cap.
"Hudson you know this isn't a practice round..." Dietrich says not keeping her eyes off her cards.
"Wait...what?" Hudson says with mock shock as Frost shakes his head chuckling as he takes a sip of his beer.
Privates Tim Crowe and Trevor Wierzbowski were sitting by their lockers, Wierzbowski leafing through a Porn Mag while Crowe was busy trying to get a rather sleazy image of his girlfriend off the back of his chest armor cursing silently to himself yet nodding with approval at every page Wierzbowski showed him from his reading time.
"Hey check this one out Crowe...pretty nice huh"
"Didn't know your sister posed for Playboy Ski..." Crowe replied rubbing away at the faded porn on his armor
"Aww Fuck off..." Wierzbowski replied half heartedly
Corporal Dwayne Hicks was quietly dozing in a comfy chair near a muted Television, Corporal Ferro was in the hanger doing some last minute maintenance on one of the UD-4L Cheyenne Dropships located in the hanger, she would annoyingly kick her co-pilot Pfc Daniel Spunkmeyer in the shoulder for not paying attention when she needed a different tool it probably didn't help he was reading a comic book at the time.
"Ow Ferro what was that for?!" he asked rubbing his shoulder
"I asked for a size six socket...you handed me the blow torch Genius" Ferro says
"You and I both know I didn't get hired for my brains...but for my looks" he replies handing her the proper tools
"Considering you were drafted I'd say neither really are a factor"
"Funny..."
Meanwhile in the weight room section of the ship, Private Mark Drake and Pfc Jeanette Vasquez were lifting weights constantly challenging each other to go up on the weight they were each lifting. Being the two smart-gun operators they had to be in top physical shape.
"Come on baby one more rep...one more rep" Drake says spotting Vasquez on the bench
"Alright Estúpido...you want it you got it" She replies as she lifts the heavy weight up from her chest with a grunt.
"There we go!" Drake yells at the top of his lungs the yell is heard from all in the ship who respectively turn their heads, towards he noise only to turn their heads back to what they were doing with a sigh.
In the rec room near where Hicks is sleeping a pair are currently in a battle of wits in a game of checkers, with two black pieces gaining up on one red one. One of the participants turns her head towards the sound of Drake's exclamation. Her short blond hair and strong blue eyes raise in surprise, as she turns back towards the game she sighs as she sees her competitor hasn't advanced at all on her one lone piece. Her name is Pfc Ashley Stone, nicknamed "SPARKS" by Hudson due to how bubbly and excitable she can be at seemingly all points, despite several drug tests that stated otherwise many of the Marines in her unit thought she was on speed or coke half the time.
Though she was generally friendly towards all the Marines in her unit she had gotten close with were Hudson, ironically Vasquez and Hicks despite the pairs best attempts to remain distant or at least not super close with the short marine, but her best friend who was currently trying to defeat her in a game of luck and logic was Corporal Christopher Mils who was solely focusing on the beer in his hand and the board in front of him.
Mils was rather tall in fact he was the tallest member of the squad edging out Frosty by just a few inches at 6'4, tallness ran in his family as both his mother and father were fairly tall. He was given the nickname "stretch" due to how tall he was, his hair was a dark brown and his eyes were a tint of gray like his father's.
His gaze slightly drifted away from the board to the fairly attractive woman sitting across from him, though he had known her for several years by this point he was finding it harder and harder to suppress his feeling about the woman he had called his squad mate. They had joined up at the same time, went through boot camp and advanced training at the same time. They were inseparable, though their personalities were different as (like Hicks in a lot of ways) Mils tended to be quieter and lead by example which also was in contrast with the squad's commanding NCO (Non Commissioned Officer) Master Sergeant Al Apone who tended to bark orders out loud like a drill sergeant.
He was snapped out of his gaze by Stone's observation of Vasquez and Drake's situation.
"Sooo...either Vasquez and Drake have finally decided to consummate their Core Marriage or she finally benched Drake's weight goal on bench.." Stone said like a scientist who had just observed a new type of behavior in a bacteria under a microscope, Mils only grunts in response as he's busy ogling Stone's figure, probably didn't help that she had her Marine Core Jacket unzipped revealing her tank top which currently housed her...
"Hey Chrissy!" Stone yelled to get her friends attention.
"Uhh...sorry guess I was daydreaming" Mils responds blushing like crazy
"Uh huh...look I know that staring at me is part of your schedule and all, but could you maybe make an exception just for once"
"Ahh sorry Sparks...now where were we?"
"I think we were trying to finish the game we started six hours ago!"
"It hasn't been that long" Mils says moving his two pieces into position
"It's called hyperbole big guy!"
"I know and it's your move"
"Oh..." Stone says as she plans to execute her movement on the board
"Ya know it'll be good to get some shore leave after the last mission..." Mils states trying to distract Stone
"You said it...after all the shit we've been through a week seems like a vacation"
"Technically it's eight days...but I get your point...oh it's going to be good to sleep in a normal bed!" Mils says leaning back with his hands on top of his head, stretching with his eyes closed, with a smirk Stone quickly moves her red piece over both black pieces, not only kinging the piece, but winning the game.
"King Me...Match set...your winner, the beautiful and talented Private First Class Ashley Nicole Stone!" Stone yells surprising Mils and getting everyone's attention.
"Ahh son of a bitch!" Mils says with a mix of mock anger and shock!
"And the loser who's buying all his squad mates a round of drinks...Corporal Christopher Mils!" Stone yells to the rest of the squad who all yell with excitement, all except Hicks who wakes up from all the commotion.
"Only covering the non-alcoholic beverages" Mile yells half heartedly as the rest of the squad celebrate, Master Sergeant Apone walks in on the racket chewing on his cigar with the team's synthetic Bishop next to him.
"Now that is a damn good sight right there...a damn good sight!" Apone yells getting the attention of the squad, unlike with an officer the squad doesn't snap to attention standing stiff and straight, they act as if the captain of the football team had just walked in.
"What's the op top?" Hudson asks adjusting his hat as Apone walks into the rec room, with the group gathering around him in the center of the room, expecting an epic speech.
"Now as you all know there is nothing I love more than the good and glorious Core, every meal a banquet, every paycheck a fortune and for now...every shore leave a vacation!" Apone finishes as the squad high five each other in a celebration.
"So when we arrive at Jackson (Space Station)...you are as free as birds, you scraggily asses are free for 200 hours, but know this people if you're late to roll call on Monday morning at 0500 your ass will become space dust...do I make myself clear..."
"I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR MARINES!" Apone yells taking his cigar out of his mouth.
"SIR YES SIR!" They all yell in unison as Bishop approaches Apone with the Marines gathering their things.
"They definitely look happy to be off duty..." Bishop states
"Happy Marines...happy squad leader...happy android?" Apone asks looking towards Bishop
"I suppose I could be considered content"
"You know Bishop you could go with them!"
"I'm fine staying and watching over the ship Master Sergeant...and this message came for Corporal Mils" Bishop says as he hands Apone a piece of paper, he briefly looks at it and sighs while chewing on his cigar some more.
Meanwhile back at the squad lockers the squad prepares for shore leave.
"So where you going for Shore Leave Vas?" Stone asks Vasquez as they both change into "normal" clothing.
"Eh don't really know.,.as long as there's a gym, a bar and a shooting range I'm just fine..." Vasquez responds
"I thought you'd wanna be away from guns for a while considering all the action we've seen" Dietrich added putting on a new shirt and jacket.
"Something about a gun just gets me going ya know" Vasquez adds taking her lucky headband off and putting it in her locker
"You and Drake both share that trait" Ferro says putting on some small earrings, Vasquez turned around towards the pilot.
"Like you and Maistrodon't share a love for all things with an engine" Vasquez points out
"Among other things..." Dietrich says under her breath which causes Stone's eyes to widen and for her to form an O with her mouth.
"That's the only we share... Spunkmeyer's sweet but not exactly the smartest guy, good copilot though real good copilot...and that's not an innuendo Sparks... And don't look at me with those puppy dog eyes you've had a thing for Mils ever since basic" Ferro retorts with Stone's face showcasing a shocked expression.
"Oh come on that's just not fair!"
Meanwhile nearby tell male squad mates equally look forward to shore leave Hudson going on and on about all the women he's going to sleep with.
"I'm telling ya man the ladies are gonna be all over old the ultimate badass tonight!" Hudson yells loudly celebrating as he takes off his Marine shirt.
"I swear the bigger you boast the worse you end up losing in the end Hudson" Frost says shaking his head
"Aww come on it's not that bad, I always score on a few colonists who need to lose their virginity.." Hudson argues
"Yeah and every time you do, you end up being discovered by said colonist's father or boyfriend or both!" Crowe points out
"And every time that happens you call upon us for the evac" Spunkmeyer ironically points out putting his dog tags around his neck after changing shirts.
"Ahh come on it hasn't happened that many times has it?" Hudson says sarcastically
"It's in double digits at least" Wierzbowski states putting deodorant on under his shirt.
"That many...no way" Hudson asks
"Face it Hudson you are fucking hopeless...if you had a face like this the ladies would be all over you" Drake points out
"Only Vasquez finds that face attractive!" Spunkmeyer mutters
"Fuck off!" Drake says
"No really how many times have you guys pulled me out of the fire?" Hudson asks with a more serious tone.
"Eleven..." Hicks speaks tying his boots while holding a cigarette in his mouth
"We've or should I say I have pulled your ass out of the pussy lit fire eleven times, twice it was just me, five times with the whole squad and four times with Stretch tagging along" Hicks points out as he finishes the knot on his boots.
"Shit I really am hopeless...I guess I need to have a tracker on me or something" Hudson says grabbing a pair of aviator sunglasses, just then Mils walks up with his hair wet from taking a quick shower.
"You would remember where we put it, and knowing how tech savvy you are, you would probably end up hacking it or something" He says jokingly
"Ehh there's the bartender; I'd like my first drink to be an ice cold..." Hudson begins before he is interested by Apone.
"Stretch...get your lanky ass over her son!" Apone yells from across the room near his locker, Mils instinctively jogs over to his squad leader.
"What's up Sarge?" Mils asks as Apone holds up a piece of paper with a few paragraphs of info printed on it, the Weyland Yutani logo in the middle of the top of the page as a header.
"Got a little detour for ya Stretch, Weyland Yutani found something so important you have to go check it out, must be some shitty time capsule you sent up while in the girl scouts I reckon. Anyway once we dock your to head to Outreach station ASAP, don't worry it should take only a few hours to get there and planetside...that is if they don't try to recruit you...here" Apone says as he hands Mils the letter.
On said letter a message detailing an "insurance policy" related to a distant family member of his. The letter is signed by A "Carter J, Burke".
"Great...fan fucking tastic"
"Relax sweetheart...way I see it the beer you so graciously will be paying for will still be cold when you get planetside, just remember...You're a marine and a damn fine one, don't let this bureaucratic shit get in the way...Hear me?" Apone says walking away with his cigar in hand, Mils keeps looking over the letter spectacly, wondering why he's being told about an insurance policy now of all times.
Once the Sephora arrives as Jackson Military Space Station, the squad of Marines embark into the departures section, all looking forward to the next eight days.
"Shore leave here we come...express elevator to PARTYTOWN going down wooh!" Hudson yells as they move into a shuttle, Mils however stays on the station.
"I'll catch you guys in a few, got some business to attend" Mils says holding his duffel bag over his shoulder, Stone walks up to him before she gets on.
"What's up Chrissy?" she asks
"Would you stop calling me that!" Mils stresses
"Okay Stretch..." Stone surrenders, still achieving slight victory by using Hudson's nickname for Mils who sighs at the retort.
"I've got some business to take care of at Outreach...I'll catch up" Mils explains
"Well don't be too long, and you better not cop out on the free round you owe everyone!" Stone says punching MIls lightly in the arm, he smiles and comically salutes the squad as the doors to the shuttle close and they descend to Earth. Mils waits for the shuttle for Outreach to arrive, unsure at what news awaits him.
...
Meanwhile across the spectrum of space, on the usually desolate meteoroid known as LV-426, there is a human colony funded and owned by Weyland Yutani, the purpose of the colony is the discovery of salvage, but perhaps more importantly is the gathering of minerals in the 'roid's crust. The colony contains a little over a hundred colonists with basic security, science, medical and administrative teams. For the colonists life is cramped, but still worth living as many live on the colony with their families.
The name of this colony is Hadley's Hope.
In the science building of the colony a few scientists work on some soil samples to see if the colony could produce any form of agriculture. One of the scientists working on the samples is a Doctor Valerie Dillon who is currently comparing the soil of the meteoroid to that of the Earth's.
She looks over to her colleague a tall woman with brown hair and a pair of glasses on. She holds a small clipboard and pen jotting down a few notes, about the specimen of grass she was currently studying.
The woman's name is Ellizabeth Amanda Ripley, she was named after a friend of hers parents and her grandmother. Her middle name coming from her Mother's first, while she took her mother's maiden name as her last when she left college, her form of Independence.
Both, he brother and he wanted to tour the stars, though they went through it in different ways, her brother went into the military and she went into the civilian core as it were, going into the scientific sector of Weyland Yutani, which at the time brought the ire of her parents, especially her mother.
Though she was younger than most scientists at the Colony, she made up for it with a very well versed knowledge of her field which ranged from Agriculture to Zoology. Her age also brought the occasional flirtatious intern or assistant...or in one case a janitor. As a scientist she thought she would face the unknowns of space, maybe even discover a new alien species or something of that nature (no pun intended). Only now was she facing the reality that her job consisted of nothing more than looking at cups of soil and grass and determining what grade it should get based on how fertile it could be, Ripley was just going through another day in paradise.
She was snapped out of her daze as she looked towards her colleague Dr. Dillon who was celebrating her recent discovery.
"Yes! The soil is retaining 70 percent water, in theory if we keep the soil hydrated for a longer period of time it should produce a healthy specimen."
"In theory?" Ripley questions raising a skeptical eyebrow towards her friend, who looks sheepish at the sight.
"Well we'd have to work out sunlight, which we haven't had in some time...but as much as it rains around here, we should have plenty of water for the next months" Dillon explains
"Sounds like all we need Val...is a giant heat lamp" Ripley says taking a sip of her coffee
"If that's all we need I'm sure maintenance will give us the parts" Dillon humorously suggests which causes the pair to laugh, Ripley checks her watch, noticing that the duo has been working for over ten hours nonstop.
"Well Val...it's late we should probably grab some dinner or at this hour it's probably an early breakfast" Ripley says
"Too true my friend...too true though drinking coffee this late might be counterintuitive..."
"Look at you with all the big words..."
"I am a doctor"
The two scientists quietly eat their dinner/breakfast alone in the main mess hall area.
"So with any luck Haynes will give us a little more attention with our soil theory" Ripley says biting into what's supposed to be an egg salad sandwich.
"True, but it's not like we're at the top of the food chain, from what I hear the bioweapons division gets all the attention and they have only one guy working for them...what was his name Durke...yeah Durke sounds about right" Dillon replies
"Yeah I think I know him, he's always awkward around me for some reason..."
"Probably 'cause you literally look down on him Ell..."
"Not my fault my parents played basketball and ran track"
"Still I don't think you'll have to worry about him, he left for Earth a few days ago...speaking of when's your next trip home?"
"A week from now...plenty of time to get the presentation done"
"Any plans for home?"
"Probably just take it easy...relax on a beach somewhere with an umbrella drink in my hand and not a care in the world, the question is can my assistant hold the fort of soil down while I'm gone,,," Ripley says trailing off
"I've got it covered...anyway what about your brother? Is he still single?" Dillon asks taking a bite out of her cheeseburger.
"Don't even think about it Val!" Ripley warns
"Aww come on...I can't daydream?"
"Not about little brother you can't"
"I thought you were twins"
"Yeah, but I came out first...at least that's what Mom told me!"
"I'm sure your dad told your brother the same thing"
"I'm sure he did anyway, what about you? You never talk about your family much why?"
"Well the one ex I have was a hit and run relationship and it wasn't exactly pleasurable...it wasn't for me"
"The there's my brother who hasn't called me in a few years...Family is hit or miss for some people."
"Too true" Ripley replies as she finishes her sandwich and Dillon her burger.
"Well Ell I'm going to hit the sac night" Dillon says throwing her trash away.
"Goodnight Val...see you in a few hours" Ripley says as she prepares to head to her room, once there she undresses into her night outfit which was just her normal work outfit with the top section unzipped with her shoes off.
As she lays down on her small corporately made bed, she turns to look at the family picture on her nightstand, it was taken around the time she graduated from college.
She had her cap and gown on, smiling like a goofball as always, her mother was a little teary eyed as she held her Daughter's arm proudly displaying the diploma, her father was behind the two women placing a hand on his wife's shoulder, next to her holding on to her other arm and holding up a thumbs up with his free hand was her brother, all dressed up in his marine dress uniform, this was one of the last times they would be together, shortly after that day her brother would ship out on assignment, while she would be assigned to the outer rim colonies.
Sadly the next time they were together tragedy struck as her dad was killed in a accident, and a few years after that her mother would pass from cancer.
After the funeral, her brother shipped out again this time for a longer period of time, and shortly after that she was stationed out on LV-426.
She missed her brother, though she wouldn't admit it openly, they were twins and they had a cosmic connection of sorts, they were together in the womb, so it only made sense that apart the felt a little uncomfortable in certain situations.
As she began to drift off to sleep, she thought one thing to herself.
"I only hope you're having more fun than I am Chrissy..."
Little did she know both her brother and herself would face something they never could dream of, something that their parents and their parents' parents had faced before them.
Something no one could prepare them for...
End of Prologue
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So that's a wrap for the prologue for Aliens: Not Alone hope you all like it and stay tuned for more.
Also as in Alien Isolation: Not Alone story I'm going to go ahead and identify who would play Christopher Mils, Ellizabeth Ripley and Ashley Stone.
For Mils it would be Don Johnson from Miami Vice.
For Ripley it would be Catherine Mary Stewart from Weekend at Burnie's and The Last Starfighter.
For Stone it would be Helen Slater from Supergirl (both the movie and the TV show)
Now for Andrew Mils I'm not sure because I'm not sure what role he'll play yet in the story.
Anyway thanks for all the views and I appreciate any feedback.