Space was always thought of as the final frontier, endless miles of darkness that yielded countless un-thinkable discoveries. Many had been thought of as great strides for the advancement of mankind… but some have been nothing more than a nightmare. A nightmare that moves like an ebony shadow of death, razor sharp silver teeth that glint with the dimmest amount of light, the only indication of the terror about to be faced by those unfortunate enough to encounter this parasitic species of monsters.
Few knew of their very existence, which was well enough, the very thought of a creature as terrifying as the xenomorphs was enough to drive most people mad with fright, those who had fought against and managed to survive the xeno's were few and far between, and most had become consumed with their destruction, having seen first had the sheer destructive and deadly force these blood thirsty messengers of death could pose upon the universe. Yet not all those who bore witness to the awesome ferociousness of the Black Death were hell bent on seeking their destruction. Some were content to sink into an existence away from the cold and endless confines of space, and into what they could only hope was a some-what normal existence… yet Newt knew better. The nightmares of the shadows on LV-426 never ceased to invade her dreams in the long hours of the night. She had distanced herself from the rest of society, having witnessed first had what mankind can become when pinned into a corner by impending doom. No, she would prefer to spend her days alone, away from mankind, where the possibilities of running into another nightmare like that on LV-426 where her family was slaughtered and the "saviors" in the form of soldier had been taken down one by one until she had been left alone with just her and her sudo-mother Ripley who had latter abandoned her on her very own quest to destroy the black plague of deep space, were far less likely to make a devastating appearance.
Of course fate has an interesting way of weaseling itself into those "far less likely" spaces, and as Newt sat atop the sandstone boulder cap of the canyon cliff that she had just scaled, watching the stars and the sky that she knew held such a horrifying secret, some how, as if a sixth sense, she knew that fate was about to intervene with the raising of the hairs on the back of her neck and the bottomless sensation her gut was currently feeling. Suddenly as if tearing a hole in the very sky above her head she watched as the heavens birthed four silver cylindrical tubes, which cascaded down to the Earth beneath her with furious speed. Slamming into the forest some twenty miles away, disturbingly near the small settlement she called her temporary home.
Fear gripped at her heart, because Newt some how knew the monster she had been running from for so many years had finally caught up with her on this remote, back water planet. Her thoughts reeled and her body began to react with out her minds instruction. She was up and running before she even realized her feet had hit the ground, pounding down the game path that winded its way around the cliff face to the bottom of the small canyon. Newt scrambled into the cab of her 4x4, jamming it into gear and tearing down the side of the mountain trail toward her home near the edge of town. Her only thought was to arm herself against a threat she was not entirely sure existed on this planet… yet that sinking feeling was telling her to get the hell out of dodge before it was to late.