The small Xenomorph group hid inside a cave.

They had made a fire to keep themselves warm.

"What will we do now?" Aristae asked. "We have shelter but no food."

"Don't worry," Carlin said. "From what I've heard, Rim is home to human colonies and Xenomorph colonies."

"So what are we supposed to do?" Khan asked. "We could go and take some of the humans who have been harvested," Carlin explained. "It's not like it will be a crime."

"Your right," Lamia said. "We could use the humans for food."

"I will go out and get some food," Carlin said. He got up and walked out of the cave. Unbeknownst to him, two figures were watching him from above.

"There he goes," Ripoll said. "Should we follow him?" Garget asked. "No, you fool," Ripoll sneered. "We will lead Acacias to the cave and attack before he returns, and then kill him when he arrives."

"Good idea," Garget said. The two walked away.

Meanwhile, Captain Branson was having a cup of bear with two other marines. One of them was the one with the Mohawk.

"So, boss, when are you going to bring out the beast?" The other marine asked. "We will bring him out when I say so," Branson replied.

"Why don't we bring him out now," Mohawk asked. "Because I am patient," Branson said. "And so should you."

"I don't want to be patient!" Mohawk yelled, getting up from his chair. "I want you to bring that stupid monster out for training NOW!"

"Shut up, you fool," Branson snarled. "I don't want to shut up!" Mohawk yelled. "I'm warning you," Branson sneered. "No, I'm warning you!" Mohawk yelled. No one could see Branson reach for his gun. "You will send that monster out right now, or else I will-!"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. For Branson had grabbed the gun and pointed it at him. Before he could react, Branson pulled the trigger. Everyone stopped moving to stare at the scene. The bullet flew at Mohawk. The bullet seemed to be going in slow motion. Finally, it struck Mohawk directly in the chest.

The bullet made its way into his body, and collided with his heart. Mohawk couldn't do anything. His heart had been punctured. His mouth was wide open, as if trying to scream. His body looked like it was frozen.

Finally, he fell down. He fell onto his chair, which broke under his weight. He crashed to the ground, blood oozing out of his chest and mouth. Everyone gasped, except Branson. He just said, "May that be a lesson to you all. Anyone who talks back will be put to death. Do I make myself clear?"

Everyone nodded quickly. "Good," The captain sneered and walked away, leaving Mohawk's corpse on the ground.

Branson walked up to two marines. "Take the creature out for training he said. "Yes sir," The marines said at once.

They marched towards my cage. I immediately flung myself at the cage, trying to get out. Big mistake. One marine took out a tranquilizer gun. He pulled the trigger. A dart with a sharp needle-like point flew at me. I tried to dodge it, but it struck me in the shoulder. I collapsed on the ground. I could feel the poison being released from the dart. It traveled around my body.

Soon, I was unconscious. "Sweet dreams," The marine with the tranquillizer gun said. The marines came in and dragged me away.

"Stay strong," Mufasa said. I was dragged into a huge arena. It was then that I woke up. I was surrounded by marines. They pointed fingers and laughed at me.

I was about to launch myself at them, but I couldn't. I turned around. I was chained to a huge boulder that was twice my size. Branson was sitting on it, a whip in his hand.

"Walk," He ordered. I didn't do anything. "I said walk!" Branson yelled, raising the whip over his head. Then he brought the whip down on my back. For a split-second I didn't feel a thing. Then the pain from the whip traveled through my body. I gave a yelp of pain and immediately started walking.

I could barely move thanks to the boulder, but Branson kept whipping me. So I used all my strength to move. Surprisingly, the boulder started moving.

I groaned as I pulled the boulder. Branson's mouth dropped open. Then I stopped to catch my breath. Branson yelled and whipped me. I started pulling the boulder again.

Every time I stopped, even for a moment, Branson would whip me. So I pulled with all my strength. Unfortunately, that strength was fading. After ten minutes of pulling the boulder, I couldn't take it anymore.

I collapsed on the ground. Everyone booed and jeered.

One marine threw a rock that struck me in the head. Then the two marine from earlier came into the arena to take me back into my cage.