Author's note: I really do appreciate the reviews and the support, so thank you very much, because you certainly made me feel better. :) I always welcome ideas on how I could make the story better and more appealing.
I also might end up changing this story to M, because it might get a little bloody. But I'll try to keep that toned down if you like.
Mr. Weyland smiled smugly to himself and thought this would be an interesting and very rewarding experiment. To see this Xenomorph, who ultimately had no guidance from the Matriarch or her sisters, would prove invaluable to his studies, and perhaps with time he would find ways to integrate those studies into his weapons and technology.
But for now he needed to get Jack to the lab, so he signaled his two androids to retrieve the victim and carry him to the vehicles for quick transport. Weyland didn't like moving the body, in case he somehow damages the Xenomorph, but transporting the egg itself would have been more dangerous than moving the host. So, here he was, trying his hardest to move the subject as fast as he could before the chestburster could finish.
The vehicles rode quickly over the rocky terrain of Aiea and a few minutes pass until they make it to their destination, and begin rushing Jack to the labs and placing a glass tube over his chest where the specimen should emerge.
Weyland wiped his hand across his forehead and sighed with relief, staring into the cell with had thick glass.
Now lets see you, he thought.
Lita felt her body finally dislodge itself completely from her facehugger side and now she rested inside her host's chest. This stage of the process would take longer than it would with a normal drone
For what felt like forever, Lita waited and changed every molecule inside her, and preparing herself for the worst when she was to escape her warm blooded prison. But now was the time for her to emerge. So with a quick gauge of which way was up and which way was down and a readjustment to her position in the chest, Lita began her 'birthing'. At first she simply nudged the surface, but noticed immediately that she would need more brute force than finesse at getting out, so she pushed herself back as far as she could go then launched upward. Her head hit the ribcage causing the bones to bend and cracking them outward giving her first taste of air and the outward sounds and smells.
Lita pulled back once more and heaved all her force toward the surface, crashing through the barrier and causing her to fly a little. The freedom felt fantastic and it was like a weight of her shoulders, but as quickly as this sense of liberation came it dispersed. Lita had hit her head against something hard and impenetrable in her adolescent form. But Lita was not afraid, how could she be? She is the next queen and hive leader; she will not show fear, so like any Xenomorph, this revelation caused her to hiss so loud it hurt.
After a few seconds, Lita began to hear footpads, a rolling cart, and voices. The voices carried no meaning to her so she tuned them out and focused on the movements in the room, calculating and feeling for the warmer spots to know where the creatures were and then plotting their deaths. But her prison still held her and now she felt heat surround her as one of the creatures picked up her container and hooked a tube at the end and pump a sickly sweet scented air in her prison.
Lita tried to fight the sudden wave of drowsiness that was overcoming her by hissing and squirming as best she could in her tight space, but it was no use… Lita eventually succumbed.