Enemies or Friends
Prologue
Hi, my name's Ron Stoppable. I am basically your normal teenager; I go to high school, I'm the star football player, and I'm dating head cheerleader in school. But I have a secret: I am a xenomorph. So I was born by erupting from the chest of a man, actually a tour guide. Some things you should know about my species, the Alien series gives us a bad name, we are not blood thirsty, mindless monsters, we have advanced over time, we are now civilized. We still attach to peoples' faces and burst out of their bodies. Another thing is our families are not led by a signature queen, but another cast, a male called a General; they control the whole house and mate with the female. There is still a cult hive of xenomorphs. I am a drone, but I'm training to become a warrior. Now, I bet your wondering why we are here in the first place, we are here because millennia ago a spaceship of our arch enemies the Yautja crashed on this planet a group of facehuggers escaped. We hate the Yautja; they consider themselves the greatest species ever. We are constantly targets of their hunts, and even many years after we escaped, we still live up to the hatred in our hearts. My parents warn me if I ever see a Yautja do not hesitate to attack, before it sees you, and try to stay on top, because one your on it, you can kill it easily. I always help save the world with my girlfriend.
Hi, my name's Kim Possible. I am basically your normal teenager; I go to high school, I'm the head cheerleader, and I'm dating the star football player. But I have a secret: I'm a Yautja. So we are the famous hunting species who will hunt anything who are a minor species. Unfortunately some sightings of the hunt have created movies that gave our species a bad name. I constantly save the world from evil, with the help of training from my grandmother, who is an Elder, and father, who is a veteran. All the cheerleaders at my school are Yautja, so I am among my own species. I have not yet gotten the markings of adulthood, which I gain by drawing a symbol on my mask and forehead with xenomorph I killed. You see we hate the sight of a xenomorph, which is not dead. We hunt them down for a rite of passage, and then return home as adults. We still hunt minor life forms, but only ones that have proven themselves worthy of the hunt, and if they manage to injure us we let them live. My parents always tell me and my little brothers if I see a xenomorph kill it instantly.