Aliens: River To Hell
Note: This story takes place 5 months after the events of the film Aliens,
In an alternate universe.
Atmosphere Processor, Hadley's Hope Colony, LV-426.
Lt. Stalad was crawling through the air vents of A large facility in the colony of Hadley's Hope.
He had been called to this hellish planet on company orders. 'Damn Company,' he
thought, as he slithered, snake-like, into a thinner part of the vent. All of a sudden,
his radio crackled to life. His mission was simply a salvage, but Stalad was going out of his
way, as his colleague, Sargeant Greal, had been captured by the aliens.
"Is anyone there?," the radio cracked. "Yes, I'm here, but I am having problems getting around
down here in these vents. Just stay calm, I'll be there soon," Stalad replied, coughing as he
breathed in some of the stale air blasting floating through the vents. "Ok, see you, just be
quick, I'm hearing scuttling everywhere, oh god no, what is tha-" static rumbled through the dead
radio. "No. Greal! Greal! Greal..." Stalad called into the radio.
Stalad struggled to open his rucksack, rummaging around until he found his motion tracker.
As soon as it was powered on, he started hearing - and seeing - blips on the LCD screen,
moving slowly towards him, as the blips got faster and higher-pitched. He started slithering
again, only for the blips to come to a peak, ringing so loud that he couldn't stand it, so he turned
the tracker off. 'Whatever's moving has to be above or below me, obviously,' he thought
