Since this isn't my first Alien/Predator categorized fanfic, I suppose I should definitely warn my readers about this. It is not connected to The Interceptor's Survivors or The Madness Within. I am not accepting OCs this time around, to my regret.
I am doing this in collaboration with IluthraDanar, closing the gap between The Guardian and Thicker than Blood. I highly suggest you read the two, since this story will make ZERO sense if you haven't any familiarity with her works on the subject.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Uh…Mr. Chairman?" A feminine voice crackled through my intercom.
"…Yes, Madison?" I sighed, taking a puff of my cigar.
"The expedition to the colony…well, the report arrived." She sounded nervous.
"Put it in my mailbox…" I answered dismissively and took another puff, sending a ring of smoke across the room.
All the shades were pulled down, and the only light that existed in the room was the dim glow of my computer screen.
"It's important, sir. The mission, well…the mission failed." She finally blurted through the com.
I twitched as she spoke the words, crushing the cigar in my hand.
"…Failed. Our men failed." I smiled, but I was seething with anger inside.
I stood from my desk and opened a drawer.
"Call Drayden here. I believe he was the one who coordinated the expedition." I put the remains of the cigar in my ashtray, and pulled out a shiny metal object.
It was long ago that people had stopped using the conventional .357 magnum, but I still felt a certain sense of conformation with the outdated weapon.
I ejected the inner case and checked to make sure it was loaded, and cocked the hammer.
"Yes, sir. I will call Mr. Frederick here immediately." She coughed timidly, and the com clicked off.
The blinds opened, revealing my face.
I was, as the human scientists would put it, an anthropomorphic wolf that stood upright like a human. I had a brain that rivaled the best military strategists, the most conniving politicians, and the most effective businessman on the planet.
I shifted about, readjusting my lapel. I wore tuxedos all the time, preferring the formality and the comfort that a tux, a pair of black slacks, and a bowtie offered.
My bushy tail flicked about briefly, my yellow eyes adjusting to the harsh light.
"Failed…expedition." I gritted my canines and closed my eyes, sliding the hammer back into the safety and tucking the weapon in my coat.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Business plans fail. Hostile takeovers fail. Schoolchildren fail. However, Drayden Frederick, when colonies infested with unknown aliens that could make the company trillions…you do not fail." My voice was calm and friendly as I paced across the room.
"Y-yes, I know that, Chairman Samuel." He was breathing hard and sweating as he looked downwards.
"…Why did it fail? A hive of aliens were expected. Your men were trained to deal with them. Why did it fail?" I asked forcibly.
"…Major…Major Richard Tanner, sir." He answered with a gulp.
I drew my revolver and cocked the hammer while my back was turned to him.
"Richard Tanner…he was the US military's commanding officer during their initial attempt to retake the facility. Why would he have stopped you?" I let out a chuckle with my back still to him.
"…A woman…she…she…a human woman…she became their queen…and Tanner helped them." He tried to explain.
"…Inconvenient, Mr. Frederick. I'm afraid your usefulness has been outlived…and there is only one way out of your job." I turned finally, shifting the gun behind my back and approaching him from the back.
"S-sir, I swear it! Chairman Samuel!" He begged, his last words deaf to my ears.
I shifted back, revealing the magnum. Just before he could attempt to move, I pulled the trigger.
His head practically exploded across my desk, the rest of his body slouching over and falling to the ground.
"Hmm…this newer, larger caliber seems to be working out quite well." I blew the smoke from the barrel of the gun and slid it into my coat.
I leaned down, removing the object from his pocket.
The recording he had recovered from the incident.
"…Major Richard Tanner…he is a dead man." I muttered, taking a look through the file.
My secretary, Tracy, burst in.
"Mr. Chairman, I heard gunfire—AIIE!" She let out a gasp of terror when she saw the corpse.
"Ms. Mable, I would suggest you call the cleaning crew up here. Poor Mr. Frederick here needs a nap…in a trash compactor." I told her pointedly, not looking up from the data tablet from Drayden's pocket. Tracy let out another squeak of affirmation as she disappeared.
Then I saw her.
A young woman that appeared to be leading the aliens in battle, the attack having apparently started after the death of the queen.
"…Who is this woman?" I wondered out loud and slid the tablet into my pocket.
One way or another…I would find out her name, and she would pay for the insult she has dealt me and Weyland-Yutani.
So promises Head Chairman Samuel Ulysses of Weyland-Yutani Corporation.