As the years went by, I grew into a young warrior. I had the same jet black colour my mother had, and a pair of long, strong arms. I had a slightly transparent domed skull, and powerful legs. I had a tail long for my size, with a pretty large blade at the end. Mother must've known my name would suit me.

Talking about mother, our bond was stronger than ever- in fact, I was closer to her than anyone else in the hive. Since we met, since I heard her comforting voice, I would stay by her side, and we would talk to one another as she held me in her arms. During this time, more members of the hive would leave and never return, killed by the humans. However emotionless we all tried to be, it was inevitable for us not to fear for our species, as only twelve of us remained, including mother.

We were the last twelve xenomorphs in the universe.

My mother held me as I rested in her arms. Next to me was a newborn chestburster, and a warrior much younger and smaller than me. In fact, he had only just gone through the transformation of chestburster to xenomorph. The other eight xenomorphs lay down, resting, with a few exceptions who were squabbling with each other.

My mother snorted, and shook her head.

Mother? I asked. What was your first encounter with a human?

Mother looked down at me. The chestburster and young xenomorph next to me looked up at mother, interested.

Please tell us... The young Xenomorph (whose name was Steel Claw) begged.

Well... I was born from a human, just like a majority of us. I had just recently ripped through the chest of a human, and was on my way to find my mother who would teach me how to be the queen of the hive, but I was... caught by them. I was knocked out, and when I awoke, I was weak, in a cage, and couldn't move. They gave me drugs every five hours so I wouldn't have the strength to scratch myself and let out my acidic blood to escape. They would test on me every day, and study me. I still remember the pain they put me through, and I would rather not tell you what they did to me, as it is too horrendous to put into words. Of course, I escaped. One day, they employed an inexperienced scientist to drug me in the night. I was a little older at that time- signs of me growing a new pair of arms were beginning to show, and my crest was getting larger. I even had a small blade at the end of my tail. As he approached me to force the drugs down my throat, the effects of the last drug I had was beginning to wear off. I thrust my tail into his body, impaling him. I removed my tail from his body, and used it to cut myself. I used my acid blood to escape, and when I did, I ran away from the hellish place, and came across this den. As I got older, I was able to reproduce, and so, I began laying eggs. Now, I am not laying as many as I did before, as I am getting old.

When I first came here, eggs littered the place. But now, there were very few. Our species were slowly going extinct. Even if the humans stopped killing us, hope of our species survival would still be low. Maybe one of those eggs hold a queen, who knows, but we didn't have any more humans for them to use as a host, let alone a living organism.

Later, we all tried to sleep. It was night time outside, and we needed our energy.

Little did we know that, for many of them, it would be the last night of their life.

We heard thumping noises around the long entrance to the den.

We all knew exactly what they were.

Humans.