A piercing white light filled the room, blinding its occupants, at least those that were currently conscious. The room was all white walls, with little black orbs in each of the corners, most likely cameras. There were a few operating tables set out, in a strange sort of circle in the middle, looking like a bunch of people were about to be sacrificed. That assumption wasn't far from the truth though, the truth was that it was more of a birthing chamber, although the people would most surly die. They would die while the babies were brought in to the world, or by the bullet to the head that followed everyone afterwards. A strange noise could be heard coming from one of the walls, and at that moment a part of the wall seemed to open up, looking much like a doorway of sorts.
Footsteps could be heard entering the room, and surely enough a group of people entered the room, dressed in what seemed to be surgical gowns. Following them were people dressed in military uniforms, pushing trays full of tools that looked like they had been taken straight out of a horror movie. Each of the ten surgeons stood at a patient each, holding a scalpel eagerly in their hands, a few of them seemed to be trembling slightly, most likely with excitement. The men that ad pushed the trays in disappeared back through the opening that the wall had created, which was shortly after closed again. Once the door was closed the surgeons began work immediately, most of them began cutting open the stomachs and chests of the people in front of them, but three or four had to knock out the patients that were awake.
A few minutes had passed and all of the patients in the room looked like a dissected frog, and had someone else's hands running through their insides. A few of them seemed to twitch, as if the surgeons were hitting nerves of some kind, which they most likely were. The whole thing was overall messy, blood covering just about all of the surgeons up to the elbow. One of the surgeons gasped as if they head made a discovery, causing three of the other nearby surgeons to stop what they were doing to look over. The surgeon that had gasped was holding some sort of creature in its hands. The creature was a bright brown orange looking colour, and looked almost as if it were dead.
The surgeon holding the creature quickly walked over to the wall, took off one of their gloves, and held their hand against it. A blue light seemed to show underneath their hand, shortly after a piece of the wall popped out, revealing a small tube of plastic looking material. Inside was a gun, with their clean and they took the gun and then placed the creature inside the tube. They pushed the container back into the wall and walked back over to the patient. The patient seemed to have stopped breathing, but still the surgeon held the gun up against their head, almost point blank, and pulled the trigger. A dark red splattered all over the floor because the gun had been held against the side of the patient's head, instead of aiming the barrel straight down like they should have.
Another surgeon on the other side of the room was now standing against the wall, a faint blue light could be seen coming from in front of them. At that time yet another surgeon seemed to find a creature, and just as the other two before them, walked over to the wall. There was a gunshot as two more surgeons pulled out a creature, seemingly at the same time. They both walked over to the wall and did what the previous two had done before them. This continued for about six minutes, before there were only two people left. One of them pulled out a creature and silently walked over towards the wall, as the last surgeon continued working.
All of the surgeons seemed to group around him as he continued working, some of them occasionally giving advice of where he could look to find it. But it seemed that no matter how hard he looked, he wasn't able to find it. After a few more minutes he noticed movement up near the patient's throat, causing a few of the other surgeons to jump back in surprise. One of them immediately began waving at one of the cameras, signaling a problem. Almost instantly the door opened and several armed men rushed into e room and aimed their guns at the patient. The surgeon felt sweat begin to form on their forehead as the felt the pressure getting to them. They were nearly shoulder deep, shoving their arm inside somebodies chest, trying to reach up to their throat.
He let out a sigh finally and started pulling his arm back out of the patient. "I got it guys" he said as he showed it to them triumphantly. The armed men lowered their guns and looked at ease as he slowly started walking to the wall. He took a glove off and pressed his hand against the wall, waiting as the blue light washed over it. He reached in for the gun but when he went to put the creature in it bit down in his thumb, sinking its sharp teeth into his skin. He yelled out in surprise and jumped back, trying to get away from the pain. He shook his arm violently trying to dislodge the creature from his skin, and he did. He sent it flying across the room and into a wall.
But the creature still had some fight in it, and started crawling towards the doorway, that for some reason was still open. The men and surgeons began shouting and running towards the creature certain that it would get away. But just as the creature seemed to reach the doorway the wall seemed to slam back into place, scaring the creature, making it screech in surprise. The surgeons were yelling at the armed men to do something but it seemed that neither one of the groups was prepared to go near the creature. A few of the surgeons had gathered around the one that had been bitten. He kept telling them that he was ok, but they persisted that they could help him. He had finally had enough and walked over to where the creature was, and grabbed it around the body, squeezing it tightly.
It squirmed and screeched, desperate to get out of his grip, but the surgeon wouldn't let go. He almost slammed the creature into the container before quickly pushing it back into the wall. He could hear clapping behind him, as if he had just accomplished some impossible feat, but he wasn't in the mood to celebrate. He was in the mood, though, for some pain killers and whisky. He had to check in at the med bay, which was standard procedure, for any injury no matter how small, even a paper cut. After getting a quick butterfly stitch done on his thumb, to ensure that his thumb would remain in one piece, he started heading back to his room. Once he got there he immediately went for the large chest he kept under his bed.
He pulled out a large bottle of whisky and didn't even bother with getting a cup, he drank nearly half the bottle before he took it away from his mouth. He wanted to sleep but he had only gotten up a few hours earlier, so he decided to go and check on how his work had turned out. He quickly got changed out of the surgeon's clothes that he had on and changed into something more comfortable. After that he made his way down a few long hallways until he found a door marked 'lab-47' and scanned his hand before entering. A few of the other surgeons were already there, and seemed quite happy that he was ok. He walked up to the window and looked inside, what he saw shocked him.
The Xenomorphs were already beginning to grow, and they had only been extracted a few minutes ago. They all had easily definable arms and legs now, and were attempting to walk with them, although they were having a fair bit of trouble. They all looked very similar but if you looked close enough they seemed to have tiny differences, such as different shaped dorsal tubes and tails, and some of them had ridges appearing on their skulls. "That one over there in the corner is yours" said one of the other surgeons in the room, nudging him on the shoulder.
He looked over to where the surgeon had pointed and saw one of them lying down in a corner, not even bothering with trying to walk. He looked at it for a bit, marveling at how fast they seemed to be growing, before exclaiming "When this thing gets older, I'm going to wrestle it and bite off the end of its thumb" everyone in the room looked at him, confusion showing on all of their faces. "See how it likes it!" he finished before leaning against a wall. "Jesus Christ, Artty, have you been drinking again?" one of the other surgeons asked "You know you're not allowed to drink down here" he said in a quieter voice. "So what if I have?" he asked, looking over to the other people in the room. It didn't take him long before he realized that all the eyes in the room were on him. He decided it was best that he left, he turned around and quickly left, hearing people start to whisper about him before the door even closed.
He started walking back towards his room but was redirected along the way as he heard the speakers call out to him "Artimus Lansder, report to office number five. Artimus Lansder to office number five" he started walking towards the office, knowing that he was in trouble. He walked slowly so that he could prolong the suffering, and enjoy the quiet for as long as he could. But before he knew it he was standing outside the office that he had been directed to. "Look I swear it was only a little" he started as soon as he entered the room. "But a little is still too much" the much, the man sitting behind the desk said. He zoned out for the rest of the time that he was in there, trying his hardest to ignore what was being said to him and giving short replies every time the person stopped talking.
When he was finally allowed to leave he made his way back to his room, he had been stuck in that cramped office for two hours arguing, and now he needed to relax. He decided to have a shower so quickly undressed and jumped in. Afterwards he went straight to bed, wearing nothing but a towel. He woke up to alarms, not alarms like noises after a hangover, but literal alarms, with flashing lights and blaring sirens. He quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the terminal that was on the wall, he checked it and it said that there had been a Xenomorph escape and the best action to take would to be to lock yourself in your room and wait until it had been captured.
He just turned around and went back to lying in bed, seeming more relaxed then he should have been. He noticed how cold it had gotten and decided that it would be best to put some clothes on, so with a grunt of dissatisfaction he stood up and walked into his walk in wardrobe. He pulled on some long pants and a shirt before making his way back to the bed, he felt too lazy to get dressed fully so he decided to go commando for the time being. It took a while for the sirens to stop and when they did the lights stayed on, showing that the immediate threat had passed but you should still stay in your room.
He was about to try and go back to sleep when he heard a strange noise nearby, he hoped for his life that it wasn't the Xenomorph. He slowly made his noise to where the noise was coming from, and ended up with his head halfway down the laundry chute. He thought that he must have imagined it so he went to pull his head out, that's when he saw the tail come out of the pile of clothes. He quickly shut the hatch of the laundry chute and ran to his room door, trying to open it. He couldn't though, because all of the doors were on lockdown once someone's bio code had been scanned into the room.
He swore under his breath as he turned around to face the laundry chute, and listened intensely for any noise. He could hear his clothes being thrown around down there and was wondering what the hell it was doing. That's when he heard the quiet thump of something hitting metal, then again, and again, all the while slowly moving upwards.