Disclaimer. I hereby acknowledge that I do not own Kim Possible and Alien, neither am I profiting from this work of fiction. This story is based upon the final story treatment written by Dan O'Bannon and Ronald Shusett, with scenes based on the Alien film but some dialogue has been altered based on the characters used for the story.
Warning: This story has scenes of strong violence, gore, horror and foul language. Rated M for Mature readers only and not to be read by anyone under the age of 18 years.
Author Note: I decided to launch this story early, with later chapter's being released when ready and if my schedule is not too hectic. Hope you all enjoy!
A STORMCHASER90 PRODUCTION
Elizabeth Director
Ann Possible
Adrena Lynn
Eddie Lipsky
Montogomery Fiske
Eric #901
& Lontaine Load
in
XENOMORPH
A KIM POSSIBLE/ALIEN FUSION
The space of an uncharted star system remained untouched by the presence of intelligent life for many years, well...uncharted by human life that is. The system once did see those of an unknown species of great intelligence and power pass through, and perish mysteriously.
On a small planetoid in the system, the doomed vessel of theirs became a monument to their passing, laying still for many years. But not quiet. Shortly after the extra-terrestrial collosus had crashed it communed with the cosmos, signalling the stars but receiving no response. Over and over it repeated the routine as hours turned to days, days to weeks, weeks to months, then finally to years. Nothing answered the call, until now.
Far from the system, where the transmitted message had weakened over such vast distances, it was picked up by the highly sensitive external sensors of a small towing vehicle.
The Kepler.
On a long journey through deep, the most advanced sensor array designed by the Hench-Nakasumi corporation was installed on all their towing vehicles; the sole purpose of which was to watch over the vital systems of the ship, the cargo and the cosmos itself for any anomolies. While the crew slumbered away in the protective cocoons of the Hyper-Sleep chambers, the intelligent computer designed to watch over them repeated continual checks on all vital systems to the ship.
From major systems like the life support systems and plasma engines, to ones that looked unimportant like the tiniest screw and circuit board. Nothing remained unchecked.
Even the vast cargo being towed, a large fully automatic chemical refinery with cargo tanks able to store 20,000,000 tons of raw minerals and ores. Over the long journey back, the refinery would convert the raw materials into petro-chemicals used in the manufacture of industrial plastics. Towing vehicles and the advanced refineries they towed were of great importance for powerful companies, searching the stars when the last oil rigs sucked up the last drops of oil.
The external sensor net searched the surrounding space for threats and obstructions, making course corrections when necessary. Picking up traces of microscopic solar dust and gases, it was a textbook journey of several months back home. It was then that the computer detected the signal. It didn't match the known background noises of the galaxy, plus the way the signal was comprised indicated possible intelligent life behind such a signal. It was a fascinating mystery which peaked its interest, curiously scanning the signal but learning nothing more about it.
Further investigation was needed, as it followed proceedures placed into its programming in the event of such a scenario. Diverting the ship off its pre-set course, the ship ventured into the unknown.
-Chapter I-
Strange Transmission
Throughout the corridors of The Kepler, the atmosphere was void of oxygen that had been vented back into the life-support storage tanks. For many months the interior recreation and dining rooms were incapable of providing a suited environment for life. On the bridge of the vessel, the darkness was illuminated by the glow of vital buttons; a mix of blues, greens, reds, yellows, plus the soft light of the distant star of the very solar system the vessel entered a few short weeks ago.
The silence was broken when blank computer screens flickered to life, a series of command functions appearing on the screen as the ship begun the task of making the interior habitable for life, they wake the crew from their dreams.
A steady hiss of air came out of the vents, pumping in fresh recycled oxygen throughout the vessel. Internal monitors probed the interior of the ship, waiting until the interior of the ship's atmosphere had reached optimum saturation levels. Once again the Kepler was now habitable for life, the computer executing another command to the Hyper-Sleep room.
Seven chambers surrounded the central life support system, tasked with monitoring the vital functions of all eight sleeping occupants; a small poodle dog slumbering with one of the crew assigned to share their chamber.
Three women. Four men. All wearing the same underwear the day they went into Hyper-Sleep.
The crew of the commercial towing vehicle, The Kepler.
In charge of the ship was Captain Elizabeth Director or Betty to her friends. She had some experience with mining and towing missions in the Sol system, ferrying Helium-3 from Neptune to Mars Colonial Station. An accomplished pilot, she commanded her ship the Kepler on every mission. But they didn't compare to the unknown conditions of deep space prospecting, of which she had experience on three missions which included the one her crew nearly completed.
Elizabeth was glad she had a few officers that worked with her before on this mission. It felt comfortable working with someone you knew, that way when the worst happened you knew you had someone trusted to watch your back. Fiske, her Executive Officer served with Director on a few of her flights in the Sol System, and the missions outside of the system. Same went for her Navigation Officer, Lynn, who had a tendency to get stirred up in stressful situations. But if someone saw past those flaws, they would see what Director saw. She was good a plotting a course and even helped co-pilot the ship a few times, even taking over for Director on some missions.
The engineers of the ship, Load and Lipsky, served with them for all three outer-system missions and were experts in all things technical. Although Eddie Lipsky was just as skilled as Load in engineering, he held the rank of Engineer Technician due to lack of seniority command experience, which Load had. The two of them worked and complained together on every deep space mission they signed up for, always in it for the money but making less than the senior staff, earning a half share compared to the full shares all her senior staff were expecting at the end of their mission.
Before they all set forth on their expedition, two crew members were replaced at the behest of company orders at Mars Station. The Science and Warrant Officers.
They got to know the Warrant Officer during the mission, Lt. Ann Possible. This was her first deep space mission but her experience on several missions in the Sol system served her well, logging the materials mined and sent to the refinery they were towing. Pushing papers wasn't exactly the only thing she did however. When Director and other senior officers were on away missions, Possible was in command and she proved to be just as good as Director. If she played her cards right, she could end up with a Command of her own one day.
But their Science Officer, Eric was something Director couldn't figure out. Although his first deep space mission, he had experience on a few system runs and as part of the team that established a research outpost on Europa. But when reading his recommendations and reports from officers he served with, it was like reading fiction. It was like it was his very first mission or something and someone with a lot of pull got him on their roster. Maybe he had a relative who worked higher up in the company, using their power to help him out despite his age and experience. Still, he was pretty good at his job with analysis and managed to score some big mineral deposits for them to mine. At first they thought it was luck but the calculations he made, although not as good as the ships computer he was the best science officer to serve with Director in years.
Plus they had what they called the ships mascot, a poodle called Puddles which Ed brought along with him. It wasn't uncommon to bring pets on deep space voyages, a little animal therapy was good for the crew.
Deactivating the internal life support functions, the chamber doors slowly rose into the air like petals of a flower greeting the morning sun. The cold air recently pumped into the room had no effect on their semi-naked bodies, still chilled from their stay in the chambers. Their temperatures were dramatically lowered while in Hyper-Sleep to slow their metabolisms, aging them only a few days at most. Montgomery Fiske was the first to come out of their months long slumber, groaning weakly as his aching muscles protested against his slow movements. He welcomed the aches, for it was a sign that he was still alive.
'Heating system should be kicking in any second now,' Fiske thought, hissing as his bare feet made contact with the ice cold floor. Still, it helped making him alert. Padding into the communal shower area of the vessel, Fiske hoped a nice hot shower would warm him up as the rest of the crew begun to wake.
Puddles lay happily on the floor, chewing on a toy bone while the crew ate together. Already the internal heating systems kicked in but it would take time until they felt warm enough, not surprising considering the internal temperatures their bodies were at for the past couple of months. Taking a sip from what passed as freshly brewed coffee, Captain Director was glad to see that the crew were in good spirits. She just hoped it would remain that way.
During the course of their mission, the engineers complained to her about the pay they were contracted for; not that she blamed them or anything. Although they did most of the grunt work in tough conditions, she and the rest of the crew mainly had what Lipsky liked to call 'Seriously Cushy Desk Jobs'. That wasn't strictly true as most of the senior officers had to do their fair share of the heavy lifting too.
"I still feel cold," Lynn complained. "Damn heating system takes forever to warm up the place."
"Yeah, well I feel dead," Fiske added weakly, sighing from the pounding headache he usually got from leaving Hyper-Sleep.
"Anyone ever tell you that you look dead?" Lontaine joked, provoking much needed laughter to lighten their spirits. It didn't help numb his headache but Fiske found himself chuckling anyway.
It was a stressful job hauling deep space cargo, being away from home and loved ones but they were all glad it would be over soon. Catching Lipsky mouth something to Load, Director knew immediately what it was.
'Great. This is just what I needed,' Director thought.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me," Lontaine said. "Before we dock I think we should go over the bonus situation. With all the hard work me and Ed put in, we deserve full shares."
"Yeah, seriously, I feel like the whole bonus thing has never been exactly equal to everyone."
"You'll get what you're contracted for," Director tiredly said, wondering how many more times if they were going to bring it up. "Just like everyone else on this ship."
"Yeah, well everyone else looks set to earn more than us, seriously," Ed muttered, as he finished fixing up what passed for a hoagie sandwhich.
Director really didn't want to go into another debate over payment, when she felt Eric nudge her elbow to get her attention.
"Mother wants to talk to you," He said, indicating the solid yellow light on the wall.
Solid yellow meant information for the captain of the ship, either it being a security or hazard report or a few systems having failed while they were all asleep. Whatever it was, Director felt glad to at least got out of discussing the engineers money woes.
"I'll see what she wants," Director said, getting up as she put on a beige flight jacket before picking up her coffee mug. "Alright, lets get this ship into dock. Lontaine, you and Ed get to work on a maintenance sweep of the ship. We'll discuss the bonus situation later, okay?"
"Fine, just let me finish my coffee first," Lontaine said. "It's the only thing that does have some taste to it."
Director sighed tiredly as she left the mess room, taking another sip of her coffee while she went to the main computer core room; access restricted to those with authorization. Clocking in her biometric data card the door opened, allowing her to step into a small hexagonal room with advanced computer databanks circling the chair in the center. Sitting down and punching the start up button, Director watched as the neon green screen menu appeared, weblike data lines criss-crossing to form readable text. Curious to what the computer needed her to see, she punched in a query.
[What's the sitch, Mother?]
She chuckled with disbelief at what she typed, figuring she subconciously used a mannerism Ann's daughter used frequently whenever she asked what was wrong; from one of the conversations she had with Ann while getting to know new crew members. Luckily the computer A.I. had advanced vocabulary software, allowing it to understand slang and lingo humans tended to use. Immediately responding to the input, the computer brought up the Kepler's diagnostic and communication logs, highlighting a row of text that raised a quizzical eyebrow from Betty.
"What the hell?" She whispered to herself, as she investigated further. Opening the sub-menu, she let out a low whistle at what she saw.
Their mission had just got interesting.
The bridge of the Kepler was slightly more larger than the mess hall but with different command consoles and molded flight seats, it was easy for someone to catch their leg on something if they weren't paying attention. Taking their respective positions on the bridge, the senior flight staff were eager to begin final approach to Earth. With Director currently occupied in the computer room, Fiske was next in command and was tasked with bringing cargo and ship to dock. Possible took her seat at Comm's, placing headphones with microphone attachment on her head while Eric begun monitoring his science station.
Lynn slumped into the seat behind the main navigation console, her fingers dancing across the controls as she brought up a request for current position and flight vectors. Almost immediately she froze at the console, staring at the navigation radar screen to her right; displaying nothing but unfamiliar constellations. A quick double check revealed that it wasn't a glitch or anything in the nav systems. They were in the wrong place.
"Uh, where the hell is Earth?" Lynn said, wondering
"Don't ask me, you're the navigator," Fiske said, just as puzzled as he looked at the readout on his console. "Scan the area, find out where we are."
Watching the screen, she saw unfamiliar stars scroll aside as the ship sensors probed the surrounding cosmos.
"Oh this is so fur-eaky," She sighed under her breath, trying to remain calm despite the gravity of their current situation.
Fiske took the next course of action, figuring Possible was right that they came out of light speed too early. Resting his chin on a closed fist, he calmly looked out the main window before giving his next order. "Contact traffic control. See if we're still within the communications network. If so then we should expect a response quickly."
Adjusting the headphones to make final checks for clear communication, Possible kept her voice calm and professional before speaking. "This is commercial towing vehicle, The Kepler, out of the Solomons. Registration number one eight zero niner, two four six zero niner. En-route to Earth with bulk refinery and petrochemical cargo. Contacting Sol/Antartica traffic control. Do you read me? Over."
The message was broadcasted on standard hailing frequency in omni-direction, hoping it would be picked up on a deep space communication bouy. While Possible repeated the message, Lynn had been working on calculating their current position by using scans of the surrounding star systems with astro-navigation charts stored in the ships computer. The only one not too fussed about navigational concerns was Puddles, who was lying down beside Possible while chewing on a dried piece of jerkey.
"No response," Possible said, sounding perplexed with just a hint of worry.
"Keep trying," Fiske ordered, positive they would work out what was going on soon while turning to Lynn. "Try calculate our current position. Find out where we are."
"I'm trying but it's not easy. This isn't exactly on any official flight plan."
It took Lynn a few minutes of careful calculation and double checking until she found what their position, although it wasn't a position they wanted to hear.
"Got it...and us," Lynn said in disbelief. "Just short of Zeta-II Reticuli. We not even reached the outer rim of the system yet."
"What are we doing this far out? This is way off the programmed course."
Before any of them could answer Fiske, the internal communication speakers broadcasted Director's voice throughout the ship. "Attention all crew, this is your captain speaking. Report to the mess hall immediately for emergency briefing."
"Guess we're about to find out," Possible said.
A steady pulsing hum reverberated through the maintenance corridors; power cables and coolant pipes snaking along the metal plated walls. The thick smell of oil and industrial lubricant helped cover the scent of sweat, which the engineers did a lot in such humid conditions. Hearing Director's message, the two engineers made their way to the living quarters while discussing what the meeting could possibly be about.
"Man, what the hell kind of meeting are we going to? It can't be to discuss the bonus situation," Load spoke loudly, barely registerable over the noise of the machinery.
"Like Director would seriously discuss our money with us," Lipsky sighed.
"Hey, she may be the captain but she could put in a good word for us. We put our blood and sweat into keeping this bucket flying, probably doing more physical work than the others. If anyone deserves full shares its us."
"Like they would give full shares to people they don't take seriously."
"They don't take you seriously," Lontaine said. "C'mon, you do air guitar all the time, make hoagies with what passes for food, hell you even brought that damn poodle on board..."
"Hey, in my defense I only brought him along since my cousin can't look after him!"
"Whatever man, let's just find out what the captain wants."
Arriving at the mess hall, the two engineers found that the senior staff were waiting. As soon as the engineers were seated, the captain informed her crew of what Mother shown her.
"As some of you may know, we're not yet arrived at our solar system," Director said. "In fact, we're actually halfway there."
"Seriously?" Lipsky said, wondering if it was something to do with a computer error that woke them up or a mechanical failure. Before he could ask, Director gave the reason for their early wake up call.
"Seriously. It seems the computer is programmed to bring us out of hyperdrive and wake us up in the event certain conditions arise. Well...they have," Director explained, the crew listening intently. "Our long range sensors have picked up a transmission in this sector."
"A transmission out here?" Possible said. "What kind of transmission?"
"An acoustical beacon, which repeats at intervals of twelves seconds," Director told them.
"Lke an S.O.S. distress call?" Possible inquired.
"Mother isn't too sure but it's an assumption," Director said, figuring her Executive Officer was going to ask the million dollar question. She was right.
"Is it Human?" Fiske asked, curious but dreading what the might be.
"Again...not to entirely sure," Director honestly said, ignoring the nevous chuckle from Lontaine with just a hint of a derisive scoff.
Leaning back in his chair, Director could tell he clearly didn't know much about the contract he signed from his act of defiance. "So what? We're a commercial ship, not a rescue team or something. My contract clearly doesn't state this kind of duty. I mean, if the company wants me to give us money for this I'll gladly be up for it but I'm not going to volunteer for this for free."
"Actually, according to subsection..." Fiske tried to say, completely cut off by Lontaine.
"Anyway me and Lipsky want to go over the bonus situation again..."
"Uh if I may say something but you're forgetting one thing actually Lontaine," Eric added to the debate, interrupting the engineer. "There is a clause in the contract the specfically states, in the event of the discovery of any systematized transmission, it must be investigated..."
It wasn't what Lontaine wanted to hear and his childish attempt at speaking over Eric was the last straw for Director, reaching her boiling point when he slouched in his chair. "Hey, I don't wanna hear it man! I wanna go home to my wife and kid!"
"Load, will you just shut up and listen to him?!" Director snapped, her harsh tone demanding his utmost professional behaviour.
Not wanting to push her further, he sighed with defeat and waved his hand for Eric to continue. The young man smiled as he finished his sentence, reminding everyone why exactly they had to investigate.
"...Failure to do so will result in the total foreiture of all shares," Eric finished, registering the look of surprise in Load's eyes. Eric found it almost funny of how good a motivator money was.
"You got that?" Director sternly spoke, getting only a slight nod from Load in response. "Alright then, everyone to their stations. We're going in."
Xenomorph - Behind the Scenes with Kim & Ron
Part 1
Seated on two foldable chairs before a large red velvet curtain, the spotlight revealed the two teen heroes Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. Instead of wearing their typical casual clothing, they wear dressed for the occasion in wearing custom flight uniforms in the film.
"Hi, this is Kim," Kim said.
"And Ron," Her boyfriend finished. "And we're here to offer a few insights into the story and a few facts behind the cultral phenomena known as the Alien franchise. Of course it can't hold a candle to our franchise in terms of fanfiction! Right Kim?"
Checking out the fanfiction website on her wrist mounted Kimmunicator, the redhead nodded in confirmation.
"That's right Ron," Kim said, looking a little smug herself. "In terms of fanfiction, both the Alien and Predator fanfictions are listed together in the movie section of the site which has about 2.6 thousand stories written, adding the six stories written for Alien Isolation in the games section. But our franchise has 9.6 thousand!"
"Boo-yah, we got Alien and Predator beat!" Ron cheered. "Well, in terms of fanfiction and TV shows but not counting the fact they got us beat in on movies, comics, official novelisations, video games and other merchandise. Still, I'm pretty psyched to see how this pans out KP!"
"Me too, I can't believe mom got one of the lead roles."
"And it leaves you up for a possible lead role if Stormchaser90 ever decides to do a fanfic based on the game Alien Isolation," Ron said. "Well, if he ever manages to beat it that is."
"Hey, that game is harder than you think!" A British voice yelled offstage.
"Even on the easiest difficulty?"
"If you don't drop it I swear to God I'm going to write a Ron/DNAmy fic!" Stormchaser90 warned, still sore about being caught out repeatedly by the game AI.
"Woah, o-okay just chill dude! I'm sorry, I crossed the line, it won't happen again!"
"Ron, let's just focus on giving the reader's some trivia, okay?" Kim said sweetly, taking out a set of cue cards. "Hey, how about I test your movie knowledge? You do watch a lot of movies."
Ron smiled at Kim, a smile that told her he was confident about nailing whatever questions she would throw at him. Leaning back in his chair, he folded his hands behind his head.
"Hey bring it on, KP. I'm a master when it comes to movies, TV and games," Ron said with confidence. "Well, anything geek."
"Okay then, question one. What was the working title of the original Alien story treatment, written by Dan O'Bannon and Ronald Shusett?" Kim asked, having to suppress a giggle when she saw a totally clueless expression form on his face.
"Uh...Acid blood killer space thing?" Ron guessed, figuring it was far from correct. "Oh man, I'm so totally wrong aren't I?"
"It's Star Beast," Stormchaser90 said off stage.
"He's right," Kim said, flipping to the next card. "Okay, how about I give you a really easy one next. What was the name of the country where Alien was filmed?"
Ron rolled his eyes at the question, figuring it was pretty obvious since it was produced by 20th Century Fox. "Kim, you didn't have to make it too easy! America!"
"Uh...Ron, that is actually wrong," Kim said, giggling at the look of surprise on her boyfriend.
"The answer is Great Britain," Stormchaser90 answered again. "The scenes were shot at Shepperton Studio outside of London, while the model of the Nostromo and miniature work was shot at Bray Studios in Berkshire...Boo-yah to the Brits!"
"He's totally right, isn't he?" Ron sighed, as Kim nodded yet again. "Aw man, give me a really easy one."
"Okay, one more then we call it quits," Kim said, looking for an easier card. "Uh...how about this one? How old was Sigourney Weaver when they made Alien?"
"Uh...let's see, she did look pretty young but not too young," Ron thought, thinking really hard about the answer. "Was she 29 when she made the film?"
"Ron...you actually got it right!" Kim said, rolling her eyes when Ron fist pumped the air in victory. "Okay, quick bonus then. What role did Weaver think she was auditioning for in Alien?"
"Has to be Lambert, right?" Ron said, fist pumping the air again when Kim nodded. "Boo-yah, I'm making a comeback!"
"Well, uh...let's skip the trivia for now and go to the thanks," Kim said, pocketing the cards before addressing the readers. "Well, thank you all for reading this first chapter of the story. Oh and do check out the story contest that Stormchaser90 will be starting in October."
Descending from the ceiling, a large white sheet with black lettering advertised the upcoming contest.
STORMCHASER90'S HEEBIE-JEEBIE HULLABALOO HALLOWEEN STORY CONTEST
BEGINS OCTOBER 1ST
ENDS OCTOBER 31ST
"Woah, look at the length of the contest title," Ron said. "Reminds me of saying 'whitem's Annual Snow Daze Holiday Story Contest', huh Kim?"
"Right, well this section went on for a lot longer than expected so we'll be wrapping this up now but if you have any questions then contact the author," Kim said, waving goodbye to the reader's. "See you at the end of the next chapter."