Chapter One

Oz had been missing for weeks, not that Sir had been counting. He could've cared less. He'd didn't believe in forming bonds with his workers. He felt like he couldn't trust them. God only knows if when they were telling him stuff if they were saying the real thing or something to keep themselves working.

"Sir, have you heard anything about Oz? I mean he's been gone for quite a few weeks. Seems like he went on that one mission and disappeared." a young intern said.

"Do you think I care? He's probably just ignoring me. Getting that 'vacation' he's been talking about. You'd better believe that when he gets back here he'll be on a 'vacation'." Sir grunted pounding his big hands on his office table.

"But Sir, remember those stories about those insect things from years and years ago. What if they've come back?"

"Rosh, both you and I know that the woman who said all of those things was a nutcase. Talking about those aliens. God, if those things are so harsh then how did that woman live to tell that crud? I won't believe it until I see one of those creatures looking over my body with drool coming from its mouth." Rosh was bugged by how this creature didn't seem to buzz Sir any. Of course in the two weeks Rosh had been working at Lucius he already had a good idea of what kind of person Sir was. If he was even a person. Rosh still pondered that with androids nowadays a person could really be an android and no one would know it.

It was possible because Sir never did seem to show any emotions toward any of his worker or really anyone that was alive. With Sir people were lucky if they were called by their last names. Most of the time Sir would just point at the person and demand that they come over to his office. After a while people would grow used to it. Most of the people that worked at Lucius called each other by their last names anyway. Some couldn't even remember the last time they were called by their first name.

"Sir, remember all those other stories. The one's that other people have said that they remember battling the alien things also?"

"Well Rosh if you're so confident that those things are real that why don't you go over to Oz's ship and see for yourself."

"But Sir, do you seriously think that me being as shrimpy as I am can battle one of those big aliens by myself?"

"Yes, I do. You can't even slap a damn fly without exhausting yourself and because of this I think you can battle a god-who-knows tall thing and still have enough energy to report everything back to me IN FULL DETAIL." Sir laughed very sarcastically and harsh. Rosh looked at him puzzled. Sir was one person who was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not. "Of course I didn't mean that literally. I wouldn't leave you alone to kill an army of Care Bears." Of course the Care Bears could be a tougher army than what I have now, Sir thought. Rosh looked at Sir again with the puzzled look still in tact.

"Well what you waitin' for? Me to fight them things myself? Go back to that jail cell....I mean cubicle of yours. Go!" Rosh went back to his jail cell. Unaware of the adventure ahead of him.

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Ripley was glad to be back in the states again. But the fear still haunted her. She knew that the aliens would probably never return but the thing that scared the fuck out of her was that in a way she was one of them whether she wanted to face the fact or not.

Still she tried to maintain as normal of a livelihood as she could. Memories of the original Ellen Ripley would come to her occasionally but never the less this Ellen Ripley was just a mere clone of the original. She'd never be the Ellen Ripley. All she'd be would be is just Ellen Ripley Clone 8. At least she was mostly human with the exception of a few alien flaws. Ripley tried to push the thoughts out of her head. She lived like a human, acted very much like a human, and could do anything a human was capable of doing. Maybe more.

"You thinking about them again?" Call asked Ripley, who had the usual spaced-out expression her face. A look she had her face a lot since coming back to Earth.

"Yes." Ripley said still depressed by the thoughts of really being clone. Or more so being cloned to have the one factor of an alien that she disliked the most, the blood that could kill anything instantly or in rare cases, a long, slow death. Either way it would be hard for her to interact with other humans or any other life form. Luckily she wasn't the type who bled easily. The battle at Auriga was proof of that.

"Do you think we'll have to face them again?" Ripley whispered softly.

"I don't know Ripley. I've only faced them once and you've faced them tons of times." This was another one of those moments where Call wished that she was programmed to have emotions. To just flow through life as Ripley once did months earlier.

"Oh. True." Ripley kept her quiet tone. She kept walking more out towards the New York City street her and Cal had been walking along side for the past few minutes.

"Ripley!" Call shouted in an attempt of getting Ripley's attention.

Ripley heard Call call her name. This sparked numerous things in Ripley's memory. "I'm coming Newt!"

"Who?" Call was puzzled at why Ripley had called her Newt.

"Sorry about that, Call." There was a look of embarrassment in Ripley's face. Ripley missed Newt. Sure all she had of Newt was some memories from the original Ellen Ripley but from those memories Ripley felt compassion towards Newt, as did Newt. "Newt was a little girl that I guess was my daughter or like a daughter to me." Call casually smiled.

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Back on the Lucius...

"Sir, are you sure I should do this?" Rosh said nervously as he was about to load up to go to the ship where Oz was last seen or heard from.

"Of course I'm sure. I wouldn't have spent the company's precious money if I thought otherwise." Sir scratched his brown-graying beard. "Remember if I see that insect thing come hurdling towards my face it better be your face in front of mine." Rosh was scared stiff by Sir's harsh demands.

"Okay Sir. I'm....uh......wait didn't you say I'd have people coming with me?"

"Ugh...then I guess we'll have to stall this trip." Sir despised Rosh for many of the same reasons he disliked all of his workers, a reason that is unknown to even the smartest organism.

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The warrior looked out into the ship. For now it was empty but people would come. The warrior could sense it. It would kill them all and the best part was no one would see it coming. Heck, no one could see the warrior now even if people were in the ship. Its queen would be happy at the accomplishment. Hopefully the Ripley wouldn't ruin it for them as the Ripley did last time. This time all of the warriors will get the victory that they should've gotten in the first place. The warrior smiled at the thought.

Now I must rest, the warrior thought as it walked closer to the main hive. The resting place for most of the warrior's kind.