This is my first story on Fanfiction so we'll see how it goes. I spent a while writing this and I hope it pays off. Now, just to clarify, this story is supposed to be a sequel to Prometheus but a prequel to Alien. There, now that that's sorted out, enjoy. Please R&R when you have some time too please.

Chapter 1

January 17th, 2094. It was a monument. Well, almost. The biggest corporate building in the world thus far. The Weyland Yutani facility stood a whole three miles long in all directions. With enough space inside to house an entire civilization. Though that was not the companies business. They were pioneers in space exploration and technological advancement. The companies power was matched only by the wealth of its CEO, Karl Bishop Weyland. The man who was now richer than the late Bill Gates and equally as respectable. Sometimes he liked to look down on the world from his penthouse suite at the top of the building, looking down on all the employee's arriving. Some late, some on time, some early. But all of them trustworthy and keen to work for the biggest corporation on the planet. Amongst the arrivals today was the head of the Space Exploration Division, Ian Scott, on his way to a meeting with the rest of his division colleagues. Ian had been told that it was to be conducted by Karl Weyland himself so it must have been important.

The meeting board room was dimly lit during meetings so people could see the presentations and briefings on the holo-screen much easier. When Ian entered he saw they were all waiting on his arrival. Everyone else was seated. Barbara Taylor, a woman in her mid-twenties with long brown hair and brown eyes to match. She wore a black leather jacket like she usually did. Taylor wasn't exactly your average girl. She definitely knew how to put up a fight if the need to arose. Callum Dickens was the kind of person who you would associate with trouble in a joke like manner. The kind of person who probably got into trouble frequently at school but couldn't care less about it. He too had brown hair, in fact Ian, Taylor and Dickens all had brown hair, the difference was in style and shape. Dickens in particular had a beard that climbed up his cheeks and connected with his sideburns. Well, he said they were sideburns but they weren't. More like two bits that the hair dresser missed every time he had a hair cut. No one commented though, it was what made Dickens Dickens and nobody wanted it any other way. Dickens preferred the more casual style of clothes. The sort of clothes an everyday bloke would wear walking down the street in the summer. Occasionally he wore a long sleeved top but mostly he wore a t-shirt with slightly longer than average sleeves. A slightly more than average man but not quite a thug, that was Callum Dickens. Ian wore the traditional white shirt and tie whenever there were meetings. Even though there were no company regulations stating a dress code, he thought it looked more professional than his colleagues' outfit. However, in space he tended to opt for a jumpsuit or something similar. Practical and fashionable for his job. Perfect, he always thought.

"Glad you could join us, Scott." Karl wasn't an impatience man but he had been kept waiting maybe a minute too long, waiting anxiously to share an obviously important subject.

"Please, call me Ian" A simple, friendly reply.

"While on company grounds everyone will be addressed by surname." Evidently a man of formality too.

"Whatever you say. Well sir, I've read through the briefing, most of last night actually. I have to say, this sounds like a big project."

"Indeed it is. Now if you would like to take a seat."

Ian respectively obeyed and took a seat between Taylor and Dickens. Dickens was chewing gum as per usual. The lights were already dimmed so there was no warning before the screen flashed to life with Karl's pre made presentation. A series of images related to a recent voyage were displayed on the screen to accompany Karl's voice over.

"Now, as you would all have seen in the briefing. This job concerns the disappearance of the exploration vessel the Prometheus. It began its journey to the planet LV-223 in January 2091, and by Christmas 2093 it was reported that they had reached their destination. However, after three days on the planet the reports ended without any warning. Three weeks later we recovered the flight recorder from the Prometheus. There were a lot of attached files from the missions synthetic, David. And some rather interesting security footage." A well thought out opening speech.

"Get to the damn point already!" This could only have come out of Dickens' mouth. Nevertheless Karl continued after a very short interruption.

"I will, be patient. You need to know this information. As I was saying. Here is the footage from the security system of the life boat pod."

On the screen behind him a video began playing. The quality wasn't great but what was happening was still plain to see. An alien corpse of some kind being forced open from the inside by something large, which then proceeded to stand up after emerging from the chest cavity. Completely black with a few Grey blotches, an elongated head that stretched backwards but it had no visible eyes yet it still managed to scan its surroundings. It opened its mouth like animals do and a second appendage of some sort shot out. The appendage looked underdeveloped and more like a big shrivelled up tongue than anything else. The creature let out an inhuman screech before the video feed went dead. No one spoke before Karl.

"Very interesting I think you would all agree."

"What the hell was that?" Ian never usually found anything the wealthy businessman had to say or offer interesting, now was an exception.

"Well that's just it. We don't know. Now like I said there were many different files attached to the flight recorder by the synthetic. The one the company saw the most interest in however, was what appeared to be coordinates and a data file."

"Coordinates for what?" Taylor was also not accustomed to asking questions very often. In fact there were a lot of similarities between Taylor and Ian. They both had brown hair and eyes, they both took their work seriously and they both went to the same university. Certain jokes often emanated from Dickens regarding these facts, but they just ignored him.

"Well we've mapped out as far as we can with telescopes and satellite modules. And it appears to be another planet."

Dickens was the first to make a remark. "Aliens? I ain't buyin' this rubbish." Sometimes it was a surprise how Dickens even got a job with Weyland Yutani in the first place.

"The whole purpose of the Prometheus's mission was to find humanities creators. We had a hell of a time with the expedition leaders trying to get us to fund the journey."

"Did they find anything?" Taylor asked.

"Again, this is taken from the recording of the ships synthetic, but this is an image sent back to us of what appears to be... well. See for yourselves."

The image of a white skinned alien appeared on the holo-screen. It was almost human except for more bulky facial features and the white skin. The same creature that the black alien had hatched from in the video feed in fact.

"Doesn't look human." Ian stated the obvious.

"What about the other file that was attached?" Dickens seemed to be showing more interest than usual for some reason.

"The data file. Now that was also interesting. It seems that the crew, or the synthetic maybe is more likely, downloaded data from a structure on LV-223. We've managed to decode a large portion of the data."

"Well? What's it all about?" Taylor was really getting hooked now.

An enormous string of numbers, letters and god knows what else populated the screen. All of it gibberish computer code to everyone in the room.

"You can see here just how much information there was contained on the file. It talks about these alien beings having created some sort of substance. A black goo of some kind. Similar to amniotic fluid in that it says it could make lifeforms. The planet, LV-223, turned out not to be the alien beings home world. But instead was used by them as a testing facility."

"Testing what?" Ian asked the question on everyone's mind.

"Weapons" That word was enough to make the team significantly more aware of the billionaires presence, and by extension, the mission he was talking about.

"This black goo was apparently a new chemical weapon that the aliens had developed. And the report says it killed most of them." Karl continued.

All three members of the division looked around at each other. Each one focusing on what had just been said. Finally Ian gave a response.

"So what are we doing about it?"

"We haven't been able to decode any more of the data file, in fact the cryptanalyst's are working on it as we speak. But the company have decided to send your division to the coordinates given from the report on the flight recorder. To the planet that the crew of the Prometheus thought was the aliens home world. Your team is being sent to investigate this mysterious planet."

Dickens replied by putting a hand up in a joke like manner. The way a school student would be required to do in a class. Karl acknowledged him anyway.

"Yes?"

"Why? Why are we going?"

"The company believes that this expedition could prove very useful for their research. Even the bio-weapons division is taking an interest."

"What are we planning on finding?" Ian asked.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll discover the fate of the Prometheus. Or the aliens home world."

Taylor responded with "When do we leave?"

"In two days time." Enough time for the ship to be prepped and everything to be stocked up.

"Are we being paid for this expedition?" Dickens there, showing his usual concerns. Money.

"Yes, as always."

"Alright then." Now he was pleased.

"Everything's money with you isn't it, Callum?" Dickens never felt threatened by any of Ian's remarks. Probably just as well.

"Yep." A simple reply.

"Dickens. This is a serious mission so no messing around. You got that?" There were limits to how much silliness Weyland was prepared to take and it often depleted when he was around Dickens. Yet another childish and sarcastic reply came from Callum's mouth.

"Of course, sir. No messing around. No more than usual anyway."

Dickens let out a chuckle that turned into a full laugh for only an instant. Then Karl spoke.

"Just don't do anything stupid on this mission. Alright, meeting's over. Remember, in two days time the mission officially starts. Your dismissed now."

He pressed a button on the small remote he had been holding for the duration of the presentation and the screen faded to black, the lights came on and the three employees stood up. Dickens turned to Taylor.

"Hey, Barbara. Bet ya a tenner this is a waste of time."

"After your last bet I wouldn't trust you to stand up without making a disaster." Dickens was quite used to Taylor's quick and often witty backfires to his comments. As all three of them waltzed out of the room none of them could or did think about what was to come. To be honest, no one could predict such a scenario. Karl thought he would finally get some time alone, but just as he sat back down the buzzer on his desk sounded to alert him to a call. He pressed the button and proceeded with the conversation waiting.

"Yes. Karl Weyland speaking." The voice that replied was that of Albert Skeritt. Another division leader.

"Karl. This is Albert Skeritt. You know, the guy in charge of the bio-weapons division. We heard news of this little expedition of yours and my lot want in on this." His tone suggested that he wasn't prepared to take no for an answer.

"I can have it arranged."

"I'll be sending a synthetic on the mission to represent my division. As much as I trust your lot to send back all the information they find, anything related to weaponry I want to know about as soon as its discovered. I feel I can only trust one of my androids to do that."

"Well..." Karl was cut off from his sentence almost immediately.

"That alright with you?"

"Certainly. I'll have a place on the ship arranged for your synthetic."

"Wise move." And with that the call ended. That last remark, Karl thought, was worthy of a subtle threat. But he thought nothing of it, remembering his rank in the company. He sat back in his chair.

So, chapter 2 should be up in the next few days There are 15 chapters in total just to let you know. And remember that this is my first Fanfiction story so I'm just getting to know how everything works. Also Reviews would be appreciated, thanks.