Broken Makes Perfect

by Desvendapur

Science and emotion transform everything. From human to xenomorph, that is the plan, but what happens when outside forces intervene with the changeling? And what happens when the subject becomes the Key that would allow the Perfect Race to consume all?

1. Chapter 1

Broken Makes Perfect – Part 1

"My goal is to make something beautiful out of the broken. If there are things that don't serve a purpose to society the way they are who's to say we can change it? My goal in life is to make sure that everyone, and everything serves a purpose that shall improve our quality of living as an entire race" – Professor Anton Duke

"The concept had been to engineer them, to make them the way they saw fit. This was the concept behind the scientists who were under the employ of Lancer Industries. Take someone who was…broken, and make them into something that was perfect. Some people weren't meant to be let out into the world, some were meant to be locked up, forever, constantly monitored. What a waste that is, I mean, look at the facts, you're going to have millions of tax payer's dollars going to the care of these maniacs, yet this gives the community nothing in return. Let's get something out of these folk, and in turn make them a helpful part of society." – G.B. Lancer

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MONDAY OCTOBER 12, 2203

12:58 P.M. – ORBITAL PLATFORM 'JULIO' ORBITTING JUPITER 2

OPERATING CLASS DELTA FIVE SIXTY

LICENSE #2349-6789-11245-980167

PURPOSE – BIOLOGICAL RESEARCH AND ENGINEERING

ORIGIN – LANCER INDUSTRIES

FIVE PRIMARY LAB COMPLEXES

THREE CARGO BAYS

ONE INDUSTRIAL SIZED CRYOGENIC FREEZER

CREW LIMIT 500 SLEEP CHAMBERS

TYPICAL ACTIVE MAN CREW 236

ACTIVE PORT FOR COMPANY SPACECRAFT

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MONDAY OCTOBER 12, 2203

1:23 P.M. – PHOENIX CLASS CARRIER 'SPACEHAWK' APPROACHES ORBITAL PLATFORM JULIO

1:25 P.M. – SPACEHAWK APPROVED TO DOCK ABOARD ORBITAL PLATFORM JULIO

SPACEHAWK CARGO APPROVED BY USCPS

1:45 P.M. – SPACEHAWK CARGO TRANSFERRED TO JULIO CARGO BAY

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Well, I see my package has arrived on schedule. "Mercenary Express" typically doesn't give you two week delivery.

Professor Anton Duke looked over the sealed containers as they were wheeled in by the crewmen of the mercenary vessel known as the Spacehawk. The men were of Asian descent, and liked to keep under the radar, and for good reason, but the cargo? Now that was a totally different story. What they wheeled into this station was of the very special type, and if the government were to find it there would be life-sentences all-around!

Good thing the government is owned by the corporations or things like this would prove difficult to accomplish. I mean you'd think no one would agree to transport captive humans for a profit. Almost reminds you of slavery…

The cargo was from an under the table bribe involving the government, and local law enforcement agencies, all being very hush-hush. This all being part of the grand scheme of things, and necessary for the success of his operations in the Julio labs, for it was his job to tamper with the laws of good ol' Mother Nature.

This is all part of a very good day's work. They are social rejects, and have no worth to society, so why shouldn't I be allowed to get something out of their rejection?

"Give me the files on the lot of them," Anton called to one of Julio's deckhands. Taking a sip from a soda he'd acquired from a nearby vending machine. Anton had never much liked the taste of coffee. It always was so hot, and took forever to cool, and then unless you put in what seemed like a cup's worth of cream it would taste incredibly sour.

Of course the order I just received is rather sour in nature, he thought to himself, taking another sip from his beverage. At least I don't have to drink any of these poor saps who have unwillingly become a part of my little experiment.

The cargo was of cryogenic freeze chambers. Within these tubes were contained a multitude of psychopaths, lunatics, and they were all here on special order from the local government of the LV planets. The fact that these men and women came from the LV planets came across as being a funny coincidence in the mind of the professor, and would be even better if they were the first successful test subjects.

The LV planet regions: Most infamous system for xenomorphic researchers. Kind of like a Holy Grail of illegal genetic and military research.

"Here you go, Professor Duke, sir," the professor's assistant, Ernest stuttered, nearly tripping as he ran over to Anton, clipboard and papers in hand. "A-all tubes are accounted for."

"Thank you kindly, Ernest," Duke replied, flicking out some reading glasses to prepare to go over the small print of the files.

Ah yes, my boy Ernest. He is a lovably clumsy idiot…

Anton Duke read from the list of names aloud. "Daniel Moore, schizophrenic murderous psychopath declared mentally insane before being transferred to an asylum on LV-3X45…Nope, that's not what I need. I like dealing with one person at a time."

Schizophrenics have multiple personalities, right? No, maybe that was bi-polar….Aw, fuck it! All loonies are the same, and the names were meaningless.

Scanning across the paper, his mind randomly choosing the files he read. Soon he had settled on another to read aloud. "Maria Quinn, multiple homicides of husband and two daughters believing they'd been possessed by demons and that she had to destroy them and eat their hearts to save humanity…also… located to LV-3X45 asylum…she used a shard of mirror and a toothbrush…well, give her points for originality. I think we may have a winner here! Pull her aside to be relocated to my wing of the station."

"Aye, aye, sir!" Ernest shouted, waving for one of the chrome crates to be pulled aside as Anton continued to go down the list, taking another sip from his cold beverage.

Good boy, Ernest, you simple-minded twit.

"Carlos…last name unknown, known murderer of ten prostitutes on the planet of 'Redemption' – great irony that is – and was located to Carson Asylum on LV-34T9. Oh what the hell! This bloke will work just fine."

Taking off his glasses he waved to Ernest, "Take these two and get them in the gene pads. Hook them up nice and good and I'll been around momentarily to begin stage one of the process."

"Alright sir, I, I got you," Ernest replied, the two chrome crates being placed on a trolley which hovered a few inches from the ground. "What do you want to do with the other eight of 'em?"

"Put them in the freezer for spares. Jesus, it's the same routine as last time, Ern'."

Ah, good 'ol boy Ernest. Probably would misplace his head if it weren't properly screwed to his head. At least he's good for physical labor.

Duke watched his bumbling assistant haul the two specimens away as he finished his drink, crushing the can with a squeeze of his fingers. Ernest was a nice young lad, but not very bright, which was great because he never asked many questions about their work. Still, it would feel better if he was in the company of intellectuals, such as himself.

I really wish this wasn't such a hush-hush operation, because I would do anything to work beside someone on the same thinking plane. Just someone who can understand what the fuck I'm doing here and why it's important! What is the point of revolutionizing the field without having someone who could appreciate it to the fullest standing around?

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MONDAY OCTOBER 12, 2203

ORBITAL PLATFORM JULIO MERGED WITH CARRIER SPACEHAWK

2:30 SPACEHAWK DEPARTS FROM ORBITAL PLATFORM JULIO

ENTIRE SPACEHAWK CARGO DEPOSITED ABOARD JULIO

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Wake up, Maria…WAKE UP, MARIA!

Maria's green eyes widened as she felt her nude frame immersed in some form of viscous material; almost like jelly. She was seemingly suspended from the center of a small orb, two men looking in on her from the outside; the lights were off, obscuring her vision. This reminded her of the ocean, at least what she'd been told about the ocean. She'd never actually been to one, but they sounded wonderful, and this container was not at all comforting to be in.

Where am I? What is this stuff? Ewwww! It's all over me! I can feel it up my nose and- no it's everywhere end me! This stuff is IN me!

What was this? It couldn't be her home. The men who helped her into that uncomfortable white "comfort" jacket had told her that they'd take her home, but this certainly wasn't home. Had they lied to her, after she'd saved them from the demons that'd possessed her family? They should thank her! She'd saved the entire world by killing her family. Maybe this was a bonus, a new form of spa treatment, or something like it.

This is when she noticed the tubes connected to her arms and legs. Eyes widening she knew they were in her flesh, she could feel little teeth piercing her to the bone. She'd seen a movie like that once when she'd been younger, and she knew when things were sticking into your body it wasn't a good sign.

Oh, no, no, no! This is where the aliens come out from behind the curtain and dissolve my brain a drink it up all like SLURP SLURP!

Thrashing she tried to call to the people outside the bubble, but a tube down her throat kept anything from escaping; she hadn't noticed this tube until just now. The mechanism churned as liquid was pumped into her arteries and she tried to cry out in protest. She belonged at home, reaping the benefits of being a hero. Everything went blank before she could further display her distaste of the situation.

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Anton smiled a bit, but it was a nervous smile, not one of joy. We have a fighter here…not a good sign. He thought to himself.

"She woke up, sir," Ernest muttered in an apologetic under his breath, turning on the lights of the room once Maria's eyes had shut in controlled sleep. "The ch-cha-charts said she'd be out until we administered the sedative, so I don't know what w-w-went wrong. Sorry, it's, it's probably my f-f-fault."

"It doesn't matter, at least you got her stable before she made a mess of things," Anton replied, his hand not too far away from the pistol hidden beneath his desk. They'd woken before and he'd had to take action many times. Rule number one was being prepared when dealing with theses specimens.

Let's just hope there are no more problems, Ernest…

"Any problems with the male specimen upon exit from cryosleep? Any convulsions, or sudden movements, or inner organ twitches?"

"No s-sir, Mister Carlos is just f-fine. He's sleeping like a baby, and probably ready for our first stage of genetic reconstruction. What are your orders, Professor Duke?"

As much as I appreciate your help, Ernest, I occasionally swear that I want to put a bullet in your simple little head. "If I only had a brain"? Ah yes, that's the song for Ernest.

"Start them both on numb-ers, and then give them protein stimulators with a side of basic softener," He tilted his glasses down and threw an awkward glance over to his aid. "You got all of that, son?"

"Would you like fries with that?" Ernest retorted turning some knobs, causing lights to flicker on and off as liquids began to flow through various plastic tubes before entering the lines connected to the two specimens.

Cheeky bastard…

"No, that will be all for today," Anton moved around the councils, and typing in the code to open the door. "We'll let them cook a day or two, then come back and see if we can get anything done with 'em."

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After Duke had left the room Ernest just waited, staring at the body of the female, whistling softly to himself. It had been a while since he'd seen such a fine physical specimen up close. Too bad she was crazy or it would have been nice to meet her on the shores of some beach.

"Boy, too bad you're crazy, or else we coulda' had somethin'." Shrugging he watched liquid enter her veins, causing her body to lightly quiver and shake in her restraints. "Oh well, at least you're going to be part of something the doctor's been excited about for some time. Smile, honey, you're going to be the professor's lucky break! Now stay asleep, damn it….going to make me look bad, and my life depends on not looking bad."

Ernest dreaded the thought of the professor losing his head...nothing, not even Duke's mad experiment could scare someone more that the thought of angering the man…but deep down he knew something that no one else aboard the Julio was aware of.

"You just enjoy yourself, Professor Duke, you just enjoy yourself." Ernest locked down the computers with a small smirk, his voice becoming more confident as he spoke to himself. "Do not slip up, Professor, just don't you mess up your operation…mankind needs this operation to succeed.

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What must I do now? Ernest has promised the lock up the lap while I move out…Maybe Amanda is available and up for some fun…No, I'm in no mood for fooling around with them dumb, meaningless whore. Tonight I should probably keep to myself.

Anton Duke continued thinking about how he was going to spend his evening. Since the operation hadn't actually entered an actual development stage yet it gave him a load of free time.

Maybe I have a wee-bit too much spare time…

Moving out the door Professor Duke adjusted his coat, leaving Ernest to run the routine job of applying basic chemicals and drugs. That sounded important, but it really wasn't, and even an idiot could make sure the lab's A.I. had enough energy to operate through the night.

Naive bastard better not go and kill her on an overdose…No, even Ernest can handle the simple matter of administering drugs.

Anton Duke had finished his work for the day and he realized it was time to write the first entry in his project log. The project log was where he was allowed to elaborate on the progress of his operation for the reading of others years from now. This was a great step towards perfecting the biologic functions of the human race would no doubt be an important document someday when people wanted to research and find out how he pulled this entire thing off in the first place.

You just have to hate those scientists who don't even bother doing a log. Or the ones that give such little information that you're better off coming up with your own theories, yes; those ones are the worst of all. It is always one thing or another that gets fucked up along the road to discovery.

Formula had been worked on for awhile, so he'd probably manage something with this batch, considering he had no restraints. These individuals were going to be killed by the government anyways, so why not get some use out of them?

Why couldn't they have given me prisoners of war, or someone with a good, thinking brain? Putting someone in their right mind under these conditions may prove to be fruitful if done right…No that would really violate human rights.

You had to make do with what you had and that would prevent this experiment from being a success. Their minds may be fragmented, but he'd take those pieces and make something perfect.

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Operations of Professor Anton J. Duke Log

Written Project Log For: Broken Makes Perfect

October 12, 2203

Entry #1

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Hello, I am Professor Anton James Duke, and this is the progress log for the genetic operation that has been entitled "Broken Makes Perfect." The concept of this operation originated in my mind when the first widespread outbreak of xenomorph species XO31 hit the human controlled space, starting of course with the records of LV-24 and the colonists who died at the hands of these vicious creatures. What I found most interesting about this in particular species of xenomorph is their uncanny ability to adapt and survive under the harshest of conditions. I soon realized that if we could study these animals we could revolutionize man's understanding of medicine and disease.

The problem I run into early on in my attempts was the fact that these creatures are just plain mean, and that's the fact of the matter. When you get down to it they will kill just about anything that lives if they're given the chance. Catching them in the wild was near impossible, and since they have been added to the list of Illegal Genetic Specimens I had to conduct my research in a very secretive setting. Of course being the intelligent individual that I am I was able to come up with a solution to our problem collecting specimens.

This species is a parasite, and their youth develop in the chest cavity of their hosts. During their developmental, or incubation stage they will take useful traits from their host and use them to enhance their biological blue prints. It was here that I realized it would be a simple task to take these genes, modify them and use them on a human to cause a transformation. At first this speculation was laugh at, and for good reason, but soon I was able to show the theorem out in full-detail and I quickly gained trust from the board of directors at Lancer Corporation who funded me, and provided me with human specimens to be used for the experiment.

Well here we go; this is the first entry in the log recording the progress of what I hope to be the landmark achievement in my diverse career in the field of genetics. I have two lab specimens right now and I am just beginning the genetic procedure. If all goes well I expect to see a complete genetic alteration by the end of this week. I have both of them on heavy sedatives and they should feel no physical discomfort during the transformation, but I can't anticipate the reaction the mind may have during the change.

If they make it to the final transformation stage I will have their stasis cells moved into the main enclosure where they will be awakened when the change is complete. From here my real work shall begin. Once I have a full transformation I will begin the medical research that brought me here in the first place, and could be out of here in a matter of months.

Once one of them has transformed I will begin my tests, but until then we wait.

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End Log Entry #1

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