Alien Isolation: Not Alone
Hello all my name eap404, and well this is my first real fan fiction, so go easy on the rookie, I decided to start off with Alien Isolation for my first fanfic, I would like to point out that I started this with a decent amount of knowledge of both the game it's plot, and the plot of the original Alien. However I would like to add that I try to keep to the original script as best I can, but do take some liberties, I would also like to point out that my OC David Mils is actually the son of another OC who was on the Nostromo, which is another fix for another day, anyway sit back relax and enjoy the show.
FINAL REPORT OF THE COMMERCIAL STARSHIP NOSTROMO THIRD OFFICER REPORTING
THE OTHER MEMBERS OF THE CREW KANE, LAMBERT, PARKER, BRETT...ASH, AND CAPTAIN DALLAS
ARE DEAD...
CARGO AND SHIP DESTROYED, I SHOULD REACH THE FRONTIER IN A FEW WEEKS
WITH A LITTLE LUCK THE NETWORK WILL PICK ME UP
THIS IS RIPLEY
LAST SURVIVOR OF THE NOSTROMO SIGNING OFF...
ALIEN ISOLATION-Not Alone
Prologue
15 years after the disappearance of the USCSS Nostromo
A tall lanky man walks through the halls of a freighter known as the Quincy Jones, his mission was to inform the only daughter of Ellen Ripley of the most recent development in the hunt for the missing freighter the USCSS Nostromo, the ship had been missing for over 15 years, most of the members of the crew had no next of kin in relation to children, Lambert had a sister who had been estranged from her since their childhood, Parker had a girlfriend or...two, Chief Tactical Officer Mils (an oc) had an insurance policy made when he had joined the company twelve years before the ship went missing, and Captain Dallas had an ex-wife who couldn't be located. Only Ellen Ripley had a member of kin that could be contacted. He entered a large hanger like area to see a young woman working on a piece of derelict engine.
"Ripley" He called out, the woman in question merely tilted up her welding mask, giving the man a skeptical look, "I'm samuels I work for the company" he continued, and with that she put her welding mask back on and went back to work.
"It's your mother, we think we've found her, Amanda" He stated, with this Amanda stopped what she was doing rose to her feet
"A commercial vessel the Enisadora, has recovered what we believe to be the flight recorder unit from the Nostromo" Samuels explains
"Where?" Amanda finally spoke with her question, as the two walked over to a workbench
"Zeta Reticula" Samuels answers, she turns to look at him
"What did it tell you" She asks
"We don't know, the unit was taken to Sevastopol station, it's company property so it's top priority to retrieve it" He explains though the last hint of the statement earned a slight glare from Ripley.
"Sevastapol's a free port of sorts, it serves as a.." "I know what it is" She interrupts him, and turns towards a refreshment station, pouring a cup of coffee
"There's a courier ship called the Torrens, we're going to travel out..." "We?" She interrupts him again
"Myself and another exec, and you if you like, look Ripley I know why you're stationed out here, it's the same place she went missing, I have been granted clearance to grant you a place on the Torrens, if you come along, maybe they'll be some closure for you" She hands him a cup of coffee, grabs one herself looking down at the brown liquid in her cup, with a quick glance to Samuels, she takes a sip, and with a raised eyebrow asks one simple question
"When do we leave" She says
End of prologue