Disclaimer: I do not own Alien vs Predator and do not own any of the character. Evita and Cestus are my original characters.

I warn you now that the story is going to have a slow start. Also I apologize if I butcher the Yautja language.

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Somewhere off the Ross Ice Shelf in Antarctica

Lex point of view

The propellers of the helicopter had put me to sleep hours ago, but now due to some annoying clicking and flashes I was starting to wake up. 'Uhh are we finally there yet?' I thought trying to fight off my slumber. Although it wasn't comfortable to sleep on a helicopter after scaling the side of a cliff for hours anything sounds comfortable.

After I had got into the helicopter Mr. Maxwell had informed me that we needed to pick some one else up before heading over to see Mr. Weyland. However he did not mention that it would take so long to retrieve the other person. After the third hour passed I decided that I was starting to like that man less and less as time goes by. 'This is going to be a long expedition if that man tries to be alpha all the time' I thought, my eyes finally opening.

As I lifted my head up I noticed three things. One that I was still on this damn helicopter 'So much for being there already.' Second that Mr. Maxwell was no longer on the helicopter 'Thank god'. Third that instead of Mr. Maxwell there was another guy across from me taking photos.

"Oh I'm sorry," he says with some type of accent, realizing that he his camera had woke me up. "I should have switched the flash off."

As I stretch my arms and legs the magazine I was reading about Weyland industry fell off. I had wanted to see if I could get any leads on what they may need me for, but so far nothing. Just a bunch of useless information about how good the company was doing. "

Oh here is your magazine." Hmm was all I could say as I finished sctretching.

"Excuse me" he asked, probably thinking he offended me.

"Hmm that's okay." I said, shaking off the last of my sleep as I get the kinks out of my neck.

This guy was nice so I knew it was safe to assume that he didn't work for Weyland industry. 'Probably another expert brought in for this expedition.' I thought.

"I'm documenting the trip for my boys." He held up a picture showing two young teen boys and him standing together. I looked at the photo and smiled they looked so happy.

"Could you take a photo…want to show my boys that I wasn't always boring."

"Sure" I said taking the camera "Smile". I wasn't really focusing on the photo so I just took the picture even though he wasn't looking. It was a nice natural photo and I gave him back his camera. "There you go." Making it clear that I wasn't going to take another one.

"Thank you." He said, taking his camera back looking at the photo with a smile.

I didn't want to be rude, but there were more important things at the moment than taking photos for his sons. That's when he introduced himself. "Graeme Miller, mechanical engineer" he says extending his hand.

"Alexa Lex Woods, environmental technician and guide." I responded shaking his hand. 'Mechanical engineer…just what is Weyland planning.' I thought.

"Do you work for Weyland industry?" He asked.

I laughed a but 'Like I would work for a power house company like that.' But I smiled and said "No I spilt my time between working for a small environmental group and taking scientist on expedition on the ice."

"Lex you and your friend bulk up we are going to hit some turbulence." The pilot shouted.

"Thanks Jack" I called out already getting my seatbelt on.

"Friend of your" Miller asked.

"Of my dad's…my dad trained most of the pilots down here." I said, keeping the lump out of my throat as I talked about my father.

Again Jack shouted "Just past the P.S.R."

"Thanks, Jack." I said, fully secure.

"Oh, damn! I wish I got a picture." Shouted Miller trying to look out his window as far as his seat belt would let him.

"Of what?" I asked, 'all there is, is ice out there.'

"Uh, the P.S.R. I wish he'd call it out before we passed it." He says still looking out the window.

This time I had to laugh. These scientist guys were the best in their field, but this was my domain. "The P.S.R. is the point of safe return. It means we've used up half our fuel so we can't turn back." Miller's face seemed panicked for a moment.

"Right, but if something went wrong, we could uh... land presumably." I thought about it for a moment.

"We could ditch." Miller seemed to be relieved by this news

"Yeah, ditch" he muttered.

"But the temperature of the water would kill us in three minutes." Miller's face fell again, and I could tell he was trying not to panic. 'If this is what all the scientist are like I'm doomed.' I thought, taking advantage of the silence of the helicopter.

It seems I had scarred Miller because I think he was secretly praying for a safe landing. At least that's what I think he was mumbling about to himself. It wasn't much longer until the helicopter landed on the ice breaking boat names Piper Maru. 'Well Mr. Weyland just what do you have in store for us.'