[Author's Note: Hey, how's it going? I'm stuck about the idea for Chapter 3, but I also think that this story shouldn't be just about Lance. Sure, it seems is about him but it is actually 'centered' around him. So while I'm writing a new chapter, I'll publish this so that you guys won't be waiting so long for the next chapters. And these "extras" will be different as it is told from third perspective. I decided to not publish Behind the Scene chapter, because it's pretty much kind of a bullsh*t. Like I think it won't worth the wait from your persepctive. Anyway, enjoy.]


It was three days after The Hive successfully defended itself from the invaders. Now, The Queen planned to tip the scale in her favor by sending her Warriors to slaughter the humans. To strike them with fear. Among many of her fearsome Aliens, there was one Alien. Her name was Grace, a female Warrior who had served the Queen that she earned The Queen's trustworthiness, along with other 'veteran Aliens'.

Grace was racing down the cave tunnels, the Queen had summoned her once again.

"What is your order, your highness?" The Queen turned her head at Grace.

There you are. The Queen snarled. Torque and his group have just arrived from their patrol, they have found an encampment. I want you to eradicate the human's presence there.

Grace was grinning on the inside, she really likes this kind of challenge.

At first glance, an impossible task. Then again, I do know how you love a challenge. You are alone in this task. The Queen growled. Now, go.

"Loyalty is my honor, your highness." Grace left for her mission. However, Valil turned to the Queen with worrisome looking on his 'face'.

"My Queen, I think it is unwise to send her alone. She-"The Queen interrupted him.

Do not worry, she has done this multiple times. I know she can take care of herself. The Queen smiled. She reminds me of my younger self.


Grace was racing through the woods as the night took over the sky. The snowstorm has stopped a few hours ago, but the air was still icy cold. Like other Xenomorphs, she was no stranger to cold. It was hard to see for humans, but not for her.

Outside of the compound was decently lit. A few work lights, about seven marines with mounted flashlights, and a turret. Inside the compound, however, was very bright. Going in right off the bat would be a suicide for her.

After Grace scouted the area, she started to form a plan in her head. She hide behind one of the buildings, her skin blended in well with the surrounding darkness.

She could sense two civilians in the building, both of them were unarmed. She sensed that they are not looking at the windows, she leapt up onto the roof.

"What's with these turret manuals?" Grace paused for a bit. Two marines were talking to each other.

"I would read it if I were you." Grace observed them while remain hidden. Could be something useful. "This thing is prgrammed by a computer." He pointed at the small cube on the side of the turret. "This thing here is its 'friend-or-foe detector'. If this gets damaged, you won't like standing in front of it."

Interesting. Grace silently jumped to another building's roof. She saw a lone marine, standing all by himself. She silently dropped behind him and grabbed him.

She covered his mouth to silence him before she stabbed him. She didn't thrust her tail through his body, she thought that it will leave a noticeable amount of blood. After his body stopped moving, she looked around if there was anyone near her. It was all clear.

But as she was about to move, she sensed a human approaching. He was unarmed, thankfully. But she would not let him see the dead marine she just killed. However, he entered the building, which was a storage.

The technician entered the storage, but as soon as he tried to turn the lights on, the lights went out immediately.

"Oh, come on. Really?" He walked to the side of the building and saw that the power box was broken, as if it was stabbed by something.

What he did not know was that Grace was already inside the storage. She jumped onto the ceiling, she tried to find something to lure him.

She saw a metallic canister on the shelf. This will make some noice. She slowly extended her tail, using her tail blade to slide it off the shelf.

And it worked as she expected. The mechanic walked into the building to investigate. As soon as he looked up, her tail blade went right through his neck.

Foolish, as always. Grace dropped down and shook him off her tail. Seven humans left. She slowly walked towards another building, using the darkness as her shield. It seems that the technician left the door opened. With none of the marines paying attention, she quickly darted into the building.

It looked like some sort of temporary living quarter. Another technician was typing something into the computer, seems to be completely unaware of his surroundings. Grace approached him for a kill, but he stopped typing as she was about six feets away from him. She knew he stopped typing to do something else, she tried to find somewhere to hide. As the man turned to look at the door, she quickly hid behind the desk and kept her head low.

"Dan, how many times I've told you to not leave the door opened." He muttered. Right after he closed the door, Grace leapt out and slashed his throat. Another human down. As she was about to make her next move, something unexpected happened.

"Jack? Jack! There's a bloodstain on the window!" Grace looked at the window, it appeared that her slash caused the blood to sprayed on it.

"Well, this was a disappointment!" She growled as she heard the Marines running putside, she decided to escape through the back entrance. But as the door opened for her, a marine ran right up to her. Both of them were startled for a moment before she slashed his leg and sunk her claws into his chest.

She leapt onto the roof and saw two marines standing in front of the turret. 'Friend-or-foe detector'. Grace leapt off the roof. The marines were checking every possible hiding spots, behind the crates, the bushes, in the car, everywhere. A sound of something hitting metal broke the silence, one of the marines looked back and before he could shout, he was riddled by the turret. Another tried to take cover but to no avail, his speed could not dodge the hail of bullets. Grace, satisfied about her kills, stabbed the laptop with her tail to deactivate the turret.

Three humans left. She saw one in the living quarter, he appeared to be checking the body. Grace wasted no time to slowly walked towards him, but as soon as she got near him, he started running. Grace chased him down but he closed the door before she could get to him. She tried to cut him off by charging towards the window but the shutters were activated ad she found herself ramming into an iron wall.

She got up. Dazed. Before she could do anything, the marines locked her inside the quarter. She fell for their trap. She could hear them taunting her from the outside.

"Well, what do we have here? We caught ourselves one huge bug!" Grace growled in annoyance.

"Little bitch ain't so happy now." Grace tried to find a way to lure them in. She ran around the quarter, trying to come up with a plan. "What are you trying to do? Give up. You're surrounded."

"All I am surrounded by is fear and dead men." She snarled, even though she knew they won't understand her. Suddenly, she started to smash every light sources in the room with her tail, leaving the quarter in pitch black darkness. She hoped that they will come in to search for her.

"Uh...Houston." The marine spoke up. "We got a problem. I have a feeling it is trying to play a game with us."

"What is it? Play tag you're fucking dead?" Another marine chuckled. "Whatever, we're going in. You cover my back, okay?" Grace did not believe it, it worked. She grinned, on the inside, as they entered the building, they are in for a surprise. The marines were cautious every move as they scanned the area. 'Houston' went to check the bedroom, Grace was not there. He turned to ask his friend.

"Ey, Terry. Is it okay back there?" No response. "Terry?" Houston turned corner and saw Terry's body, his chest had what appeared to be a stab wound. His throat was slashed.

Just before he could say something, Grace's claws met his skull. Only one left.

"Guys? Guys! Oh shit." The last marine shivered in fear as he realized he was the only one left. Grace did not feel sadistic nor ferocious about ending him, she decided to end it swiftly by a quick slash to his torso.

"Another task accomplished." Grace said to herself before she left to return to the Hive.