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