AUTHOR'S NOTES:

We have always been hearing the same "Beauty and the Beast" in any form of fiction where it's the female that's 'beauty' and the beast that's the 'beast'. When it comes to writing, or creating anything, I always try to not be obvious. Women always somehow find attraction in the monstrous type while the monster sees the uniqueness in the woman from all the other females of his or her kind. Well I say to myself, "Why not have the same things with a monstrous female and a human male. It's less popular and less likely but still there is the possibility. The Predator is my favorite character, and when I saw the females, "WHOA, are they hot."

So enjoy the out of routine and less obvious.

Chapter 1:Busy Bees, but Not Seen by Anyone

Location: Hanzer 6115 Mining Colony and Military Scientific Research Base

Population: 673 (345 workers) citizens, 261 soldiers, 98 scientists

Time: September 2, 2159 (Earth's) Day 1 of the Incident (arrival of host and parasite)

It is actually the first planet we discovered with life, living life that is, being bacteria. Who cares? With terraforming we can introduce bigger, better, and far more interesting life than what any planet could grow. In time, people have said, we will have a new Earth to replace our current one that has been under every meltdown imaginable. What we call an apocalypse which instead we aren't killed, we linger.

And who said it would be better living in a colony? Terraforming takes decades to at least make the air breathable and, just temporarily, at least room temperature. All that the people hear about is a stable climate. After the planet's climate gone haywire, stable is all they want to hear. Earth has gone from stable, comfortable to unstable and unbearable, but who says living on stable planet would automatically be labeled comfortable as well?

We're here for mining. Any planet that's minable has more natural resources than Earth has now. Miners to get the resources, scientists to study what has already been studied and what hasn't been studied yet.

Only a couple broadcasters occupy the communication center. Any communication coming to them would be at the end of the month with the commercial towing vehicles once every 4 to 8 months. And since it's just at the beginning of the new month, why spend an entire day waiting for any communication when there four weeks until to receive any? But not today.

Transmission: "For Weyland-Yaunti science personals' eyes only."

"Hey, Jizz, come here. Get the lead lab geek. Tell him that this is for him and other geeks' eyes." A broadcaster says to the other once reading the transmission. Jizz, the broadcaster's African-American partner, leaves the dark, black room into a bright, white hall way. Ah, the irritating eye adjustment.

Six minutes, he hums a tone. Forgets the fact his partner is absent and of the transmission when he takes a look at girls flashing on his screen. The doorwhooshes. First instinct that triggers: X-out of that now! Who entered was Lead Scientist, Dale Thump, arrives, followed by a few other scientists. Jizz waits anxiously at the door out in the hall. "May I please ask that you all leave this room, please?" The broadcaster, without a moment to ponder, gets up and leaves with Jizz down the hall, to life.

"Ever wonder what all the things, they don't want even let us employees doing our job know, that are the 'goings on'?" Jizz says with a teasingly, spooky manner. "No", the broadcaster responds annoyed and unamused, "As long as we don't get our noses into it, no trouble will come of it. Damn it, half our concerns in life, are from things we are better not bothering to know. Come on, let's use this offered 55 minutes before lunch break."

Meanwhile, Dale Thump enters the secret access code, to enter the locked transmission.

Transmission: "Foreign element, codename: Perfect Organism, found. Status: Stage 1. Attachment to host: 3 hours. Has been in the freezer, so incubation process has been successfully stalled, as predicted. Need base to refresh low supplies, debrief of crew and to isolate from those who should remain unknowledged, and to start on studies of 'it'. Arrival time: 2 hours. Awaiting response."

Dale Thump stared wide-eyed, keyed up by all this. "I've never though I'll ever get involved working on the Xenomorph species", He says in his mind. "Uplift in salary that's what I'm talking." He typed the words for their authority to land.

"Dale, what is codename: Perfect Organism?" The female scientist of the group said. She's about 22, but don't let that fool you that she couldn't have just earned a 6 year degree at the age. "You'll find out.", Dale replies,"But, this is not for the civilian or military to know, Okay?" "Alright, just send them in", she says. Oh darn, top secret, not for the people, not well to anyone,period.

Out of your entire time you serve, only 0.001 of that time is on the events that made you sign to serve in the first place. Exaggerated? Nope. You get a call of terrorists, or even above average robbery believe me on that they rather not pay extra for cops and security, so you pack. An hour to prep yourself, another hour at the location, and at best ten to twenty minutes of action there. Have that add to 720 hours in a month alone.

I'm not the type who's in it for just the action; I went in for a purpose. To defend what matters. My friends, my family, my upcoming fiancé, my country, hey I'm well aware of how governments run on not being true to their word, but they do have a care.

We are supposingly defending this colony from possible terrorist attacks. Please. As ignorant as it sounds, despite how common they say they are, they rarely happen to the common person. Car crashes are a hundred times more common than terrorist attacks and they rarely happen, yet the responsible driver is scared by being a victim.

I, not sounding selfish, and the rest of us are so ignored. We could---

Tryger "Hobbes" Filks' thoughts get interrupted by the lunch bell. He raises his 6 foot 4 inch body, one of the tallest of the whole colony, from bench he laid on. His hands ran through his dark brown, buzz-cut hair. Everyone else was working out, but him. He was already top-form military standard when he joined so he just does daily stretching and some lifting to keep his body primed. Doesn't need the build-up program that everyone needs for what need is that. It's optional but he doesn't want that look of heavy lifters with like 90 of their body mass muscle. 20 inch biceps are just ridiculously over doing it.

In the line with the rest to the cafeteria, where there is a whole variety of crap to be filled. There is just one cafeteria to the public, which served the majority of all the working standards, unless you're one who paid extra for the multi-room apartments with kitchens included.

He goes to find Jizz already seat at their table. Usually he himself is first by about ten minutes.

"Hey, Jizz." He greets his friend dully. "Why are you here early?"

"Well, me and my partner have got a transmission which says, 'for science personnel eyes only', so we got the lead scientist, Dale you know, and he given us from then till lunch off." Jizz thoroughly explains with interest.

"What did you do, with the free time?"

"I was clueless on what to do with it. So use to being in the office and do the next thing with 5 minutes in between." He draws nearer to Tryger and lowers his voice. "I did notice a lot of activity going in the inner hallways. Some are in rush. And not mention some crawlers have been sent out. And out of the regular, or even the rare occasion, course."

"Well that's some doing something that I would like doing, being stationed here. Damn, I would like to resign at the next opportunity."

"That wouldn't be the right direction that'll please everyone. And I mean besides Uncle Sam. Your fiancé having the scientist's job with the company would certainly have a bad impression on her and you with you as the loather."

"I don't need to prove my love to someone by just doing what impresses everyone at the expense of my individuality. She's got a job that she likes. I got a job that everybody else wants that has been having me use the shit side of myself."

"Shit side? You are in the Marines. You grew up with guns. And all the other weapons, from a chipped rock of the first brain-functional man. You examine a lot of weapons more or less, whether you will master or near die trying and never will master. You lived life on the edge with the stunts in sports, hunting, and even plain, stupid showing off, with scars to prove it. Dude, you are the alpha white male, European breed."

Tryger can't help but to agree. Being born in Ukraine, lived some in Germany, than to the United Americas. He loved his growing up years. He has, in some form or another; from at least acceptable as passing to perfection never seen before. Like he is a good boxer, but not so at Kung Fu by being too large, but no matter, he learned from it to prepare from those who have mastered it. Whatever man can learn to use his muscles and his mind of hunting, survival, and endurance, he learns what he can from it. He can be a part of anything there is in the world. By that he fits in anywhere, calling himself an international man. People quite often compared to as Daniel Day-Lewis in the Last of the Mohicans.

But that was all before literally selling his soul to the assembly line.

"The marine corps is close, yet so far, from what I desire. Being the best hunter, endured stunts, and knowledge of combat, a bit of everything in the field, people tell me I can put those skills for a bigger cause, more than my so called "entertainment". To sign in for the Marines a good portion of those skills is from my type, but how they use it is what kills what ever it has in common with it. The Marine Corps are for those who don't have the spirit to be their individual, unique selves."

"Well you could have said no, plain and simple, instead of suffering three years for it, cornbread being a mere minor factor." Jizz added that for the sake of humorous remarks.

For the rest of the meal they just sit at the table pondering on their conversation.

Jizz and Tryger have their mouths quite but their minds buzzing with thoughts. Quiet but busy. And that's just how the science personal are preparing themselves while the rest of the colony is unnoticed to even such a fury of activity.

Occasionally it's been seen in the open public but has been disregarded as mere 'printer out paper' or 'last-minute rush', but not to Jizz.

"Hey, hey, hey." Jizz pats Tryger's shoulder to break his attention to the various globs on the tray. Once he got his witness, Jizz points to all the signs of activity. "See that? That one, Chris, has his regular meal eaten in a hurry, going to expect heart-burn, and fast walks, until out the room, goes into a sprint." He points to door. "Tom took the "employees only" door, a first time, judging by our 14 months here. Now forget all the minor details. There is just one unusual presence to describe: absence. Literally the entire scientific staff has never entered the cafeteria between the bell and the 20 minutes since to this point I am having this current conversation to begin with. Something is happening and it's worth going on an empty stomach and to be in such a hurry, as if to be there an hour early for the front seat of whatever."

The lab has prepared all the equipment they know they need and even those they don't need but have just in case.

The foremost of the staff, ones informed of the arrival ahead of time, overlooked the few solid records of Xenomorphs: the infection of Gunnison, Colorado in Oct. 2004, the discoveries and outbreaks of the "Origin" specimens in 2020s and 2030s, later to be destroyed by "Apocalypse Weapon''.

"Dale, I am sort of curious about the LV-426 file. Why is it blank?" Tom asked for asked for his attention.

"Oh, no record has occurred yet from that." Dale said when finishing his previous conversation.

"What do you mean? Wouldn't it just be called failure instead?"

"Well, that case has occurred in 2122. And the ship Nostromo hasn't returned yet. Though confirmed lost, we wait. Ships get lost and refound before." Dale acknowledged him.

Tom thinks on it a moment. "Are you sure about this? By me overlooking the records, especially the 2020s and 30s, are you sure we can…contain them?"

Wind blows across the rocky, barren landscape. No life was created on this planet; rather it was colonized, by us humans. And now among the humans a new, different inhabitant has set foot here or more rather, hatched on for the ride to here.

A/N: How's this for a first chapter? I was planning on making it like 30 chapters, but judging on how I've gone in depth on this chapter and undoubtedly the next ones, it'll likely go to 40 to 50 chapters. I didn't want you to think Tryger as to having an Arnold Schwarzenegger build for him being 6 foot 4 inches. Take him as your regular, extra muscular neighbor.

The opening paragraphs about earth and records that survived the 2020s and 2030s are a part of some theory of what has caused the Space Age and explains the deeper connection between humans, aliens, predators and ?others? in the franchises. A connection that goes deeper than most back stories. In time may make it into fanfiction, but I'm saving that whole story for something better.

So many of the previous fanfictions set in space are set after ALIENS. The reason I chose it take place in between ALIEN and ALIENS is to set the story. Have the company know of the xenomorph, but not too much. Hint that will cause things go out of control: Alien3.

We will see the Female Yautja. Until I know the sources of having a name that follows the yautja language. Reason being, I say again: Most websites only have limited samples of names and everyone has taken them. You other writers have seemingly found some source where you can make your names in the true Yautja language. I wouldn't dare embezzle names that you have created with your own creative mind in your own story and then to uncreatively use them in mine. If you enjoy this story so far, please post it in your review the sources of the names so I can continue to entertain with my own, original creativity.