Aliens: Xenomorph
Wars
written by Tim Kennedy
What if there were an alien species tougher than the
Aliens? And what if they were at war...
Chapter 1
The air in the corridor was hot
and moist. Out of the darkness, a black figure emerged. It was one of the
most horrifying killing machines man had ever know; it was the Xenomorph.
The outside of its body was as hard as any kind of armour that could be
found on Earth. Stealthy, the alien moved down the corridor. Xenomorphs
lived for stealth; it was their main advantage. Nothing gave an Xenomorph
more pleasure than to drop down on its prey, the whole time, the prey not
even knowing it was there.
However, this alien wasn't here
doing an routine job. Heck no. It has sensed something; something that
had spooked the Queen. An alien's first instinct is always to protect the
Queen. She was the lifeblood of the brood. She dies, and the aliens lose
all sense of command. They would sacrifice a hundred of drones if they
thought, even for a brief moment, that it might save their Queen.
The drone looked down the dark depths
of the corridor. I must protect the Queen. One step at a time, it
began its journey down the long metal hallway. It was about then, that
something caught the drone's eye. Actually, something went right through
the drone's eye. Sending the telepathic alarm to the rest of the pack,
another long arm picked the drone up right off the floor. I must protect the Queen. I must protect the Queen.
the drone's head. But this time, it wasn't the drone who thought of it.
It was almost as if it was forced into its mind. Your Queen is mine,
it said. You are nothing. In any case, that was the drone's last
thought before its head ripped clean off, splattering green acidic blood
all over the corridor. The strange creature slipped back into the darkness
it had originated from. Looks like today was a bad day to be a Xenomorph.
The Sun's rays was just coming over
the horizon, casting various shades of orange and yellow across the land.
From his bedroom window, Captain Robert Taylor watched every minute of
the sunrise, making sure he saw every ray that found its way over the distant
mountains. Even though it was the dead of winter and a white blanket covered
everything in sight, the sunrise seemed to bring a angelic light. Birds
and small creatures that usually weren't around in the snow were up and
about today. Yup, life was good.
Robert decided to go downstairs
and fix himself a nice cup of hot coffee. Putting on his robe, he found
his way out into the hallway and then down the stairs towards the kitchen.
When his bare feet touched the linoleum tiles, Robert jumped at the wave
of coldness that swept over his body. Quickly, he tip-toed across the floor,
and retrieved the canister of coffee beans that were on the counter. Suddenly,
he felt someone watching him. Spinning around, he found himself face to
face with his wife Emily.
"Morning sunshine," she said to
him as she wrapped her arms around him.
He kissed her in response. "Stephanie
still asleep?"
"Last time I checked." A smile came
over Emily's face. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh," Robert replied as he tugged
at the strings on her robe, "no reason."
In one quick swoop, Emily and Robert
were on the kitchen table locked in the heat of passion. Robert had his
tongue deep in her mouth when, to his surprise, she pushed him away.
"What's the matter, honey?" he asked,
curious as to what was going on.
"I don't know. I just don't feel
to good all of a sudden."
"Is it the flu? It seems to be going
around a lot. Couple of my friends back at the Academy just got sick."
She looked at him with a look of
dread. "No, it's not like that." She placed a hand over her chest. "It's
just my chest, it feels weird."
Did she say chest? Oh shit! Robert
knew what was coming, but it was too late. Emily's chest burst open sending
blood spraying all over the kitchen and Robert. From the cavity, a small
creature emerged, teeth barring down on Robert. No! Not those things again!
Robert tried to escape, but was frozen on the spot in terror. All he could
do was watch as the thing jumped at him and bit him in the neck. A stream
of blood covered Robert's face as his world turned red.
"Fuck!" Robert woke up screaming.
It was just a dream. He looked around his quarters, and at the black void
called space outside his window. He chuckled to himself. Just another fucking
dream.
In the vastness of Space,
an immense chunk of metal known as the Space Station Orion made
itself known on the Conistoga's scanners. Inside the bridge, the
two pilots, Lieutenant Lisa Morgan and Lieutenant Eric Mallory, checked
over the readings.
"Establishing approach vector,"
Morgan announced to her co-pilot.
Mallory reached over and flicked
on the comsystem and spoke. "Captain, we're approaching our primary destination."
It took a second, but Robert answered
back. "Affirmative, Mallory. Take us into docking bay six, then meet me
down here at the loading bay ASAP."
"Will do, Captain," Mallory responded.
Flicking off the comsys, he returned to doing his piloting duties. Looks
like this was shaping up to be another great day in the Corps.
Robert strode out into the docking
bay as his Marine squad formed up in front of him. God how he loved to
be commanding a marine squad. They weren't a heavy assault team by any
means, more like a standard security force. At any rate, they liked each
other, and they also knew what each of them was capable of. A handy situation
when something big came up, but that usually never happened to this squad.
Nope, this squad found itself flying around the galaxy doing the Corporation's
shit work. Oh well, could be worse.
"Alright marines," Robert yelled
out, " we all know what we're hear for. This station is going to be decommissioned
in three weeks. We're here to evacuate the remaining personnel before the
Corporate demolition squad gets here."
"Oh, yeah. This sounds like a doozy,"
one of the marines in front, Private Greg Howard, spoke out. Robert casually
found his way over to him.
"You find this funny, Private?"
"Uh...no, sir," Howard responded
with a lump in his throat.
"Good," Robert shouted at the rest
of them, "because I'm personally getting sick of all your bullshit! You're
Colonial Marines for Christ sakes! Act like them!"
That pretty much shut everyone up.
Robert didn't feel the least bit sorry for them. To him, they were all
a bunch of pussies. They wouldn't know how to defend themselves if a fly
came up and bit them on the ass. But that was Robert's goal, to break these
bastards in.
"Now," Robert said, getting back
to their agenda, "Private Howard and Private Morris, you two have the task
of meeting our contact in the staff lounge. If you two assholes aren't
back here in fifteen minutes..."
That was all he needed to say. Morris
and Howard ran off through one of the docking bay doors and took off down
the corridor.
"And that leaves the rest of us."
The clunking of Morris' and
Howard's metal combat boots echoed down the long corridor. They were almost
at the staff lounge now, just a few metres ahead.
"I don't know what crawled up the
Captain's ass and died," Morris stated. Her long blonde hair swayed back
and forth as they walked down the corridor.
"He's just looking out for us, that's
all."
Morris looked down at her Motion
Tracker and came to a stop in front of a large metal door. "This is the
room."
As both of them approached, the
sensors automatically opened the doors, revealing the carnage on the inside.
"Holy shit," was all the Howard
could say. Inside the staff lounge, there were some remains on the floor
which should have been their contact. Their were several small holes in
the walls around the room. Howard stepped in and began to inspect them.
"Small arms fire," he stated. "What
the fuck happened in here?"
"You've got me. Looks like our contact
was hurt pretty bad."
The contact's body that was on the
floor was missing its lower body. From what was left of the upper torso,
it appeared something had exploded from the poor bastard's chest.
Morris and Howard glanced at each
other and spoke the same word in unison, "Xenomorphs!"
"I think we better radio back to
the Captain," Howard suggested.
"Good idea."
Morris and Howard were so intent
on radioing the Captain, they never noticed the shadow looming above them.
The alien drone looked down on them with its unblinking eyes, watching
their every move. Then the telepathic message came. Kill them. Kill them all.
"Captain?" the voice shouted from
over the comsystem. It was Morris.
Robert responded into his shouldercom.
"You guys should've been back by now."
"I know, but Captain, we've got
a problem."
Here it comes, another lame ass
excuse. "What is it this time, Morris? The bogeyman?"
"Actually, its---" The voice suddenly
cut off. What came on next shocked everyone. There was no further conversation,
but instead, sounds of screaming and handgun fire.
Robert screamed into his shouldercom.
"Morris! Howard! What the fuck is going on? What the hell are you doing!"
"Captain!" Howard shouted back.
"It's Xenomorphs! Fucking Xenomorphs! Get the hell outta here while you
still can! Aaaahhh---"
The com went dead. Apparently, so
did Morris and Howard. Robert ripped off his shoudlercom and sent it smashing
into the metal canvas.
"Shit!" he yelled. The rest of the
marines stood there in total shock. Looks like it was shaping up to be
a bad day for the Marines also.