Four years later, I was in my room. Yautja trophies lined the walls. I chuckled.
How stupid the Yautja were. They had brought their deaths upon themselves.
I had warned them not to hunt my people and they had anyway. Now they paid the price with their lives.
I had married Aristae and taken Carlin as my son. I was hailed as a hero by the other Xenomorphs and known across the universe.
The Yautja race hunted for entertainment. Entertainment would be there death. For I was the Xenomorph Warrior.
Mufasa came in. "Three Youngbloods have landed," He said.
"You can deal with them," I said. "They will be no problem."
I admired my trophies.
Yautjas used to take my people as trophies. Now my people were taking them as trophies.
All around the universe Xenomorphs were prospering. They could defend themselves.
I looked at Israel's mask mounted on my wall. I looked back at the day I changed history.
Aristae and Carlin came in.
I nuzzled them.
It was good to have a family. The Yautja race didn't know that the Xenomorphs had feelings.
They thought of them as nothing but prey.
But now we were the ones who were the hunters I chucked as Mufasa returned with the severed heads of the Youngbloods who had arrived to hunt.
I nuzzled my family again. Then I looked up at Israel's mask and thought back to that very day when I saved my people.
There it is the final chapter in my story. And Nikolai adopting Carlin was for hartman227. He wanted Nikolai and Carlin to form a father and son relationship.