Greetings one and all! This is the sequel to Alien: Metamorphosis, a fanfic which proved to be popular. In the two years I've worked on it I feel as though it could have been executed more artfully. I've measured my progress as a writer, and I promise to strive to write something better this time around. Please understand that there are certain things you will not understand right away from just reading this, this is a sequel and some things are written down in the prequel.
And the updates will come everyone now and again, I am lazy and have a lot of work to do. Please be patient.
Enjoy
-The Varajan
Planet Fall
The systems on a standard dropship not unlike the ones of the Auriga can have their power supplies dormant for a three hundred years. After that, the power simply wastes away.
Firing its one remaining engine the dropship's computer set them on a path to the farthest possible star system in known space. And after that, it kept going into the unknown.
And the string of escape pods of the Auriga followed its wake.
Literally falling off the edge of the map, the little caravan shot their engines towards their abysmal trajectory and then shut down, letting space take them.
For four hundred years of real time, the ships and the escape pods continued; their cargo in suspended animation.
After four centuries, all the reserves of the ship were an ounce away from completely disappearing. The creature awoke from suspended animation as the pods awake their cargo in case of such a contingency.
The eyeless creature that could still see like a human looked at the sputtering computer and the images before him.
With one long, sand colored talon it tapped a few keys and asked a query.
"Which planet is most likely to contain oxygen based life?"
The computer slowly pointed one out. It was a green planet, kind of like what Carkalo must have looked like once.
The creature set the computer to make planet fall.
In the months at a time that the creature could spend awake in mind but suspended in body it pondered. It reflected and thought and considered and wondered.
The young man inside the body of the monster was still there. His warmth and kindness gone, his jovial nature and benevolence long since evaporated.
Something gnarled, cynical and dark took their place. The being considered what it would be like to cause misery. He knew what it was like to be noble and what it was like to be a martyr. But what would it be like to be a tyrant? To be heralded as a monster?
The thought pleased it
As the ship shot towards the blue planet with whatever power it had left the creature briefly considered what it would have been like if he had brought the Xenomorphs to this virgin planet.
He had no illusions that nature would take its course. They were swarming parasites and they would do what nature commanded them to.
And he had absolutely no illusions that he would spare the planet that fate simply out of spite for the Xenos.
Of course, he had killed all of them minutes after the explosion that sent them swinging into space. He hated them, he hated what he'd become and he hated the universe.
In waking from the nightmare of the Auriga he found himself alone. Incapable of ever living alongside the humans again and incapable of ever tolerating those of his new species.
Followed by the pods, the dropship broke atmosphere and shot towards the oceanic lakes of the biggest continent on the planet.
Deep in the jungles, orange eyes traced the fall of the meteor and its little sister objects, something holy came upon the world from the stars themselves. Perhaps the Gods had come?