Fascinating…
Simply FASCINATING!
These 'Xenomorphs' are utterly marvelous!
Every stage of their reproduction and lifecycle simply a work of art!
Even, dare I say, to the point that I haven't been this enthralled since my discovery of biogel two thousand years ago!
Oh, Professor, you are a genius!
Simply a genius!
Cloning the Ripley nucleotides and cross-referencing genomes, I was able to make a clone of the Xenomorph Queen from only a few drops of decayed blood and tissue samples!
Those fools at Weyland-Yutani…they called me crazy.
Said that it was insane after what happened on the space station.
Even that bastard Samuel didn't believe me, and he was the one obsessed with the C-04 colony incidents! Ridiculous that the company banned me from even VISITING within a hundred parsecs of that area!
Serves him right though, that whole Last Stand incident with the DALF shutting Weyland-Yutani down.
Heard he was shot or something, who knows?
That was two thousand years ago, so why should I give a flying fuck?
They never expected that I would have stolen the DALF Xenomorph samples.
And of course, it was all too easy to procure test subjects.
My cloning stations were well-used, and the colonists I had…forcibly teleported here were more than adequate.
I only wish that I was able to procure more test subjects for the sake of variety.
After all, it does get a little old when it's the same twenty year old girl getting her chest ripped open by an alien birthed from a clone of her.
Although, there were many other things to do.
It was a good thing, in retrospect, that Chairmen Ulysses had me develop anti-acid technology. It was far too prototypical and expensive for mass-production when I was exiled, and I took all the research data with me.
So I built Substation Delta.
A small satellite station orbiting Gamma Alpha B-3249, some godforsaken Gas Giant in the Outer Crust.
It had taken a fortune, all of the money I had siphoned off of the company during my exit, which had amounted to trillions, to get the materials I needed.
But now, at least, the Xenomorph acid is completely ineffectual against almost anything on this station.
There won't be any hull or containment breaches anytime soon.
Even against me, the acid was useless. My chassis and servo motors were plated with the technology, and my brain-case was plasma-shielded.
So I could easily take one down in a straight-on fight, and deal with many others, too.
Not that there would be any containment breaches, that is.
Oh, Professor Kelvein, you are the epitome of genius!
For two thousand years I have conducted these lab tests, and never have I once tired.
But soon something would happen that would change everything…