Summary:
Rewrite of old story. What if Hicks, Ripley, Newt, Drake, Vasquez, Bishop and Gorman survived LV-426? Chaos ensues! ER/DH, JV/MD parings. Death of a minor character. Mature content warnings for death, violence, language, intimacy and gore.
Disclaimer:
I do not own anyone or anything out of the Aliens franchise, and hence receive no money for my writings. (Though I'd love to own Hicks lol)
"Where's Vasquez?" Hicks yells, barely audible over the loud screeching of aliens who were fast approaching. Drake and
Gorman looked around, fear beginning to creep into Drake's eyes. The sound of screaming and a small arms' fire quickly
drew their attention. "I'll go!" Gorman shouts, spinning around and quickly crawling back down the air shaft towards the
screams. Drake stands frozen, unsure of what to do- stay and wait or follow Hicks. Shaking his head he yells to Hicks, "go"
giving him a shove in the direction Ripley and Newt disappeared. Drake waits only moments after Hicks takes off after
Ripley to turn around himself. Quickly as one could crawl he traces Gorman's steps, the pain from the acid burns on his face
and chest temporarily forgotten as adrenaline floods through him. The sounds of now two people screaming can barely be
heard over the deafening sounds of the screeching aliens. Around one corner and then another Drake rapidly moves until he
finally sees Gorman crawling backwards, dragging Vasquez with him. "Come on!" Drake screams to the pair, hoisting his
Pulse Rifle up, and shooting past them at the approaching black, screeching mass. Seconds seem to drag by until Gorman
and Vasquez finally reach him. "We've got to get out of here!" Gorman shouts, voice shaking with fear. "Go! I'll hold them
off, find Hicks!" Drake yells back, moving to the side so they can get past. Not needing to be told twice Gorman rapidly
crawls backwards, Vasquez cursing him all the way. Drake once more faces the aliens, who were ever intent on killing them,
rapidly backtracking down the shaft after everyone else, occasionally firing rounds at aliens who grew closer then he would
like. Somehow sheer dumb luck was on his side however for within a minuet or two he reached the exit where Ripley, Hicks
and Newt were waiting.
"Could use some help over here!" Gorman yelled to Hicks as he struggled under the weight of the openly cursing spanish
woman. Hicks quickly moved back over the fan like structure, helping pull Vasquez over the gap. "Ripley over there!" Newt
yelled, pointing to a vent from where she hung onto a ladder. Ripley turned, kicking her foot out to bust open the vent. A
few tries later and the metal gave, flying out and away. Gorman, with Vasquez in tow went through first but as Ripley was
about to follow Drake finally reached the same opening, shooting a grenade into the shaft in an attempt to buy them some
time. The explosion shook the shaft to the extent where Newt lost her balance, falling away from the ladder and into the
gap, barely able to grab onto a pipe. "Hicks, get her!" Ripley cried scrambling onto the fan to try and catch her. Hicks was
moments behind, shoving his rifle into the fan, temporarily stopping its movement. "Drake, get Gorman and Vasquez to
Bishop!" Hicks yelled as he fought to reach the small girl. Drake nodded, escaping through the exit after Gorman and
Vasquez.
Hicks & Ripley POV:
Ripley just barely managed to grab onto Newt's jacket, before Newt slipped. "Hold on Newt!" Ripley called, trying to pull the
jacket and Newt in the process to her. She was just making progress when Newt slipped from the jacket, sliding down the
opening, her faint voice echoing up "Ripley!" "NO!" Ripley screams as Hicks tries to pull her up and away, the sounds of
aliens closing making it urgent to get moving. "We'll find her I promise but we've got to go, NOW!" Finally he managed to
pry her up and the two fled out the same exit, the tracker beeping as they went, trying to find Newt.
Drake, Vasquez and Gorman POV:
After Drake caught up to Gorman and Vasquez, which mind you wasn't difficult because the two had stopped to bicker at
each other, and after a minuet or so of more bickering they finally decided that the two of the would take turns carrying her.
The three finally got moving again, the screeching of aliens good incentive to move quickly. Luck remained on the side of
the trio and before long they reached a door, fleeing outside and in the direction of Bishop. It wasn't long until his pale
shape became visible, the looming presence of the drop ship behind him. "How much time?" Drake asked, panting as they
reached him. "Plenty, 40 minutes" Bishop quickly responded. "Good we're not leaving yet, Hicks and Ripley are on their
way." Bishop nodded, taking Vasquez from Gorman. "For fucks sake put me down! My legs may hurt but I can fucking
walk!" Vasquez promptly yelled at him, forcing herself out of his grasp and onto her own two feet. That didn't happen to be
the best idea however for she promptly let out a scream as her legs gave out under her. Drake rolled his eyes, catching her
moments before she would have hit the ground. He picked her back up, protests and all and carried her onto the drop ship.
Gorman tagged along after, and then Bishop followed who planned on treating their wounds while waiting.
Hicks & Ripley POV:
The two quickly ran down the corridor, speeding up as Newt's screams reached their ears. By the time they reached the
area where she had been she was already gone, the signal that was once strong was quickly fading. Ripley promptly
starting screaming "they don't kill you, she's alive, god dammit she's alive!" "Come on we've got to go, we'll find her!"
Hicks yelled grabbing onto her and dragging her away to the nearest elevator. The screeching of aliens was quickly closing
on them as the door finally closed, the image of an alien flying toward the door just barely but off as it closed. The two
quickly made their way out of the crippled building and met up with Bishop at the drop ship. "How much time?" Ripley
yelled. "Plenty, 32 minutes" Bishop yelled back. "We're not leaving" Ripley replied, running into the drop ship, Hicks right
behind her. "We're not?" Bishop asked following them in, confused.
As the drop ship flew toward the Atmospheric Processor Ripley rapidly explained. Hicks and herself quickly reloaded their
guns, grabbed grenades, flares and other various ammo and weapons. All too soon they arrived, prepared for the battle
ahead. Hicks and Ripley exited the drop ship, after ensuring that Bishop would remain there for them. The two quickly
boarded the elevator, heading down. Hicks glanced over at Ripley, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before saying
"Dwane." Ripley looked over, confused. "What?" She asked in response. "It's Dwane" he said once more. This time around
Ripley finally caught on to what he meant. "Ellen" she said in reply. Hicks nodded, a ghost of a smile flickering on his lips.
With a clang the elevator came to a stop and the tow exited. Hicks paused, scanning around for any movement with his
motion tracker. With nothing so far the two quickly descended the staircase, the tracking device's signal growing stronger as
the reached sub-level 3. Hicks tapped Ripley on the arm, pointing in the direction it seemed to be coming from. The two
quickly advanced into the room, only to find the small wrist mounted device laying on the ground. Ripley collapsed to the
ground, crying holding the small device. Hicks bent down next to her, putting his arm around her. "We're going to have
to..." his sentence was interrupted by the screams of Newt. Both of them were quickly back on their feet, running towards
the screams.
They arrived to find an egg opening up, the face-hugger emerging to attach to Newt. Ripley quickly blasted it away while
Hicks took care of the approaching alien. With the threat temporarily dealt with the two worked on getting Newt from of her
cocoon of resign. Ripley picked her up once she was free, a smile on her face. "I knew you'd come" Newt said softly. Ripley
held her tighter, "lets go" she said before turning around and heading back the way they came. Hicks quickly fell in next to
them when an explosion rocked the building, setting fire to the path they came through. The trio quickly turned back
around to find another path back to the elevators.
They came into yet another room, and stopped cold in their tracks. Hundreds of eggs laid around them and the Queen lay
before them, breathing heavily her jaws coming out hissing for her aliens to come. Ripley set Newt down looking around,
mentally saying 'ah fuck'. Ripley looked at the Queen, an idea coming to her. She turned to the side, using the
flamethrower- sending flames through the air as a warning. The Queen seemed to understand this threat for with another
hiss from her large, gaping jaws the other aliens backed away. Keeping a close eye on the queen the three slowly backed up
until one of the eggs opened up. Ripley just looked at the Queen, as if saying 'now that was dumb.' Ripley and Hicks shared
and quick look before starting to shoot at the eggs. A few grenades and some flamethrower use later they turned on their
heels and ran. They reached elevators a few minutes later, quickly pressing both buttons. Within moments however the
sound of one very pissed off Queen hissing caught their attention. All three looked in horror as the large alien came into
view. Thankfully the elevator had the good timing of showing up but a moment later. The three quickly piled in, using their
flamethrowers to try and keep the Queen back. As the elevator begun to rise once more, both looked at their ammo
counters, empty. They looked at each other with worry, knowing that the other elevator was on its way down to the Queen.
Soon enough the reached the top, only to find Bishop was gone. "Bishop god damn you" Ripley cried out, the sound of the
other elevator rising growing louder. Ripley picked Newt up once more as the elevator opened. "Close your eyes honey"
Ripley said squeezing hers shut as well. Hicks took to standing in front of them, in a final stand- as if to say if you want
them you have to go through me first. The three had accepted they would die there when Newt yelled "look!" The two spun
around to see Bishop return, the ladder down for them with Gorman at the top waiting to help them in. Ripley quickly
hoisted Newt in, before hoisting herself in. Hicks waited until Gorman had gotten Newt safely inside before launching
himself onto the ladder as well. The Queen's scream echoed behind him as he dragged himself up, just out of reach of her
jaws. Another explosion shook the ship, sending it flying toward the structure. As soon as Hicks managed to get himself in
Bishop retracted the ladder, and took off. With only thirty seconds to spare they flew away, the explosion only rocking the
drop ship and blinding them for a moment. As soon as Bishop's voice called "it's ok, we're clear," everyone let out a breathe
of relief, thinking it was finally over. They were safe, and it was time to go home. If only they knew it was just the
beginning.
Author's Notes:
All reviews are greatly welcome, and flames keep me nice and toasty at night so feel free to flame away. I'm going to be taken some of the knowledge I gained from the movie Prometheus to fill in some blanks, so while this story and its sequels are technically rewrites of my old versions there will be a lot of differences which will be much more noticeable near the end of this story. Other than that any constructive criticism, or advice is greatly welcome for I know I'm not much of a writer.
P.S. Yes I've been told I have a tendency to jump between first and third person, it's something I'm currently trying to fix but it is easier said than done for me.
P.S.S. Thank you to all my fans for your amazing patience with me during a very long muse dry spell. I swear to update more often, my goal to be at bare minimum 2 chapters a month. Though the rewrite of my original stories should be complete by the end of July.