As the days went on, so did Newborn's hunger to see his mother. He didn't want to be the monster everyone saw him as. He wanted to be free. To live a human life. Thankfully, Chad understood. The xenomorph understood more than Newborn could have ever hoped he would. It made him thankful that he had him as a brother.

Life aboard Chad's ship was boring. There were only three rooms besides the kitchen/dining room. And only two could house a being. Newborn would sit in the cockpit with Chad for a while and watch the stars go by. Then he would get tired and sit in his room. He wondered what it felt like to be human. To be something his mother would approve of. The emotions and dreams that plagued him at night confused his mind.

The most prominent memory he had of anyone besides his mother was of the dark haired being. He eventually found she wasn't human. Her blood wasn't like his mother's. It had made him angry, but his mother seemed to trust and care for her. With that train of thought, Newborn watched the stars and wondered if he could get along with her. Perhaps then, his mother would accept him.

Newborn had asked Chad what the strange white blooded being was, but he had no idea. He only knew humans and some animals. But in a few hours, they would know. They were nearing Earth, the last place Ripley was said to have been. Then, they would start a new life. Or die trying.

Earth was not the way anyone who had been away for a couple years remembered. Within the last year the Predators had left, Kingsman, one of the popular Predators, had released a chemical that was killing the planet. No human knew how to stop it. The planet was dying slowly, but it was showing fast. Lakes were drying up and plants were wilting. And on top of that, there were not as many humans as before. Instead of 7.3 billion people on Earth, there were maybe, two thousand. Everyone was giving up, and those who hadn't yet looked to Ripley and Call for help.

Neither wanted to be the leaders of the world, but it seemed they would have no choice soon enough. As Ripley sat in Call's condo in New York, arguing over whether to accept their plea, a knock came to the door. Ripley got up and opened the door.

"What do you want?" Ripley asked in annoyance.

The younger man trembled in fear of the clone. "I'm sorry to disturb you ma'am. But our radars have detected a ship outside our atmosphere. Scans detect two xenomorph on the ship."

Ripley growled as Call got up and went to stand at the door.

"Do you know where it's going to land?" Call asked.

The man seemed to relax a bit. Call didn't have to temper or reputation Ripley had. She did have a temper, but not many saw it.

"In the Central Park area, ma'am. Two hours from now. Also, both xenomorph have odd signatures." The man began. "Five years ago, another alien species came to Earth. They were known as Yautja or Predators, extraterrestrial species characterized by their hunting or other dangerous species for sport and honor, including humans. The Yautja are a sentient, humanoid race that breathes an atmosphere similar to our own, but posses a level of technology advancement that far exceed any available to us. They stalk and kill their prey with camouflage and energy weapons, combined with ancient weapons like blades, spears, and nets. They often mutilate their victims and take a trophy like a skull or alien inner mouth. They are capable or interstellar travel and have hunted here off and on for centuries. Though we've never seen them. They'll breed the Xenomophs and hunt them as teens to become adults. It's all a game to them."

Ripley looked at the man skeptically. "If they hunt humans, how do you know so much about them?"

"They respect honor. One of our men impressed them and talked with them. He got the information and told us how our planet was poisoned as they left. Form what we know, the Predator that did it is being charged with destroying their best training planet." The man explained.

Call waited patiently for him to finish before she reminded him that he had said something was wrong with the ship coming in.

"Ah, yes. One of them seems to have Predator DNA. The other seems to have some type of clone material in him."

Ripley growled and shut the door in his face before turning to Call.

"How is he back?" Ripley asked.

"I don't know. But he seems to be looking for you." Call stated.

The clone went to Call's desk and tossed her gun to her. Call looked at Ripley as if she were crazy.

"You're going to kill it?"

"They're aliens, Call. We have to do something. It'll kill us first."

The younger looking girl sighed. "Something just feels wrong about this."

The other shrugged and walked out to her car. Call reluctantly followed her to the red 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle. They drove to Central Park from their place in the Bronx. They stood with about fifty soldiers around where the ship was designated to land. When the ship had only twenty minutes left, Ripley started to sway on her feet. The ship had just come in sight and she could feel Newborn calling to her from a telepathic link. She ended up slumped against Call as the ship got closer. The short-haired woman held her and shook her softly.

"Ripley? Ripley, what's wrong?"

"He's stronger….." She gasped, breathing heavily. "He's stronger than the Queen. I could only feel her emotions, but I can hear him speaking. He wants to live."

Call looked up just as the ship was about to land. The soldiers raised their guns and she yelled at them to hold their fire. If Ripley was right, maybe the two Xenomorphs would help them fix their planet. They may be able to come to an agreement. Call hoped so for Ripley's sake. Though she tried to hide it, Ripley really did like her 'son'.

The soldiers hesitantly uncocked their guns and slightly lowered them. Once the ship landed, it took a minute for the door to open. That minute felt like an eternity as Call straightened Ripley and watched the white clone hybrid and a black alien that stood like a human with dreadlocks left the confines of the ship.

Newborn purred at the sight of his mom, walking to her. The soldiers raised their guns and Chad laid a hand on his shoulder to pull him back.

Call was impressed at their show of intellect as the more pronounced alien showed the clone how to raise his arms in surrender. Ripley tried to move to her 'son', but as she stepped away from Call, three men in Hazmat suits went behind and cuffed both aliens.

Chad stayed still, but Newborn started to freak out. He thrashed and kicked, even throwing one of the men to the ground. Chad snarled at him, whacking him in the head with his tail and ordering him to stop moving.

Newborn whimpered, staring at his mom as the men dragged him and Chad away.

"We'll come for you!" Call cried out after them, holding Ripley to her.

They needed a plan B. Neither alien had attacked. It didn't seem they wanted to. They had a different purpose here. And who were those men?