Alien Isolation: Not Alone
Hello all my name eap404, and well this is my first real fan fiction, so go easy on the rookie, I decided to start off with Alien Isolation for my first fanfic, I would like to point out that I started this with a decent amount of knowledge of both the game it's plot, and the plot of the original Alien. However I would like to add that I try to keep to the original script as best I can, but do take some liberties, I would also like to point out that my OC David Mils is actually the son of another OC who was on the Nostromo, which is another fix for another day, I would also like to point out that though it is technically a romance fic, it won't develop for some time, so sorry for those looking for a one shot ,anyway sit back relax and enjoy the show.
FINAL REPORT OF THE COMMERCIAL STARSHIP NOSTROMO THIRD OFFICER REPORTING
THE OTHER MEMBERS OF THE CREW KANE, LAMBERT, PARKER, BRETT...ASH, AND CAPTAIN DALLAS
ARE DEAD...
ONLY MYSELF AND OFFICER MILS HAVE SURVIVED….
CARGO AND SHIP DESTROYED, WE SHOULD REACH THE FRONTIER IN A FEW WEEKS…
WITH A LITTLE LUCK THE NETWORK WILL PICK US UP
THIS IS RIPLEY
SURVIVOR OF THE NOSTROMO SIGNING OFF...
ALIEN ISOLATION-Not Alone
Prologue
15 years after the disappearance of the USCSS Nostromo
Above the orbit of the freelance zoological planet Phara, a large freighter sits in the docks of a small freeport simply known as 7G2.
The freighter's name is the Quincy Jones.
A tall lanky man walks through the halls of the freighter, his mission was to inform the only daughter of Ellen Ripley of the most recent development in the hunt for the missing freighter, the USCSS Nostromo, the ship had been missing for over 15 years, most of the members of the crew had no family in regards to children, Lambert had a sister who had been estranged from her since their childhood, Parker had a girlfriend or...two, Chief Tactical Officer Mils had an ex-girlfriend who had somehow temporarily become his benefactor, only to be replaced later on. Kane had a few divorces under his belt, none of whom produced children, and Brett, Brett had a parrot named Harry. Then, there was Captain Dallas who had an ex-wife that couldn't be located. Only Ellen Ripley had a member of kin that could be contacted, and that was good enough for him. He entered the large hanger area to see a young woman working on a piece of rundown engine.
"Ripley?" He called out, the woman in question merely tilted up her welding mask, giving the man a skeptical look, "I'm Samuels, Christopher Samuels…. I work for the company" he continued, and with that she put her welding mask back on and went back to work.
"It's your mother, we think we may have found her, Amanda" He stated, with this Amanda stopped what she was doing rose to her feet
"A commercial vessel the Anisadora, has recovered what we believe to be the flight recorder unit from the Nostromo" Samuels explains
"Where?" Amanda finally spoke with her question, as the two walked over to a workbench.
"Zeta Reticuli" Samuels answered, she turns to look at him.
"What did it tell you?" She asks.
"We don't know, the unit was taken to Sevastopol station, it's proprietorial material so the company wants to retrieve it as soon as possible…." He explains though the last hint of the statement earned a slight glare from Ripley.
"Sevastapol's a supply depot in the region, it's a permanent freeport.."
"I know what it is" She said interrupting him, and turns towards a refreshment station, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"There's a courier ship called the Torrens, we're going to travel out..."
"We?" She said surprised, interrupting him again.
"Myself and another exec, and you if you're willing." Samuels responded, Ripley didn't say much, but still handed him a freshly brewed cup of coffee. He gently accepted the hot beverage, before he continued.
"Look Ripley, when this job came across my desk, I checked the case history. I know why you asked to be stationed out here, it's the same place she went missing, I have been granted clearance to grant you a place on the Torrens, if you come along, maybe they'll be some closure for you at least." Samuels explained.
Ripley grabs herself a cup of coffee, looking down at the brown liquid in her cup, with a quick glance to Samuels, she takes a sip, and with a raised eyebrow asks one simple question
"When do we leave?" She asked. Samuels smiled as he nodded gladfully.
"Five days, though we might be able to expedite our departure…." He explained, Ripley continued to sip on her coffee.
"Expedite?"
"Well, this being a company funded endeavor, I could probably suggest to my higher ups about….throwing in a bonus of sorts."
"I'm sure the crew of the Torrens would like that…" Ripley said with a smirk, being an engineer herself she knew the word "bonus" would make anyone in her line of work perk up like a dog hearing the words "walk" or "squirrel".
"Indeed, I suggest you bring the bare essentials, we'll most likely be in cryo for the majority of the venture." Samuels advised.
"Right, I'll just get my things from my locker. I won't be long…" Ripley said as she walked away to grab her possessions.
"I'll notify your captain…" Samuels said with a smile and a nod.
….
Meanwhile at the St. Clair freeport near the Iovis Voca sector near the outskirts of Jupiter. The Torrens sat peacefully as it was refueled from its five month journey to deliver sand deposits from the desert planet of Gao III.
In the mess hall, two of the crew were lazing about as their Captain was off finalizing the delivery.
"I can't believe we didn't get stay on Gao III longer, I wanted to at least get a little R&R." The navigator Conner said, as he cut away at a piece of wood with his pocket knife. His compatriot was lying down, reading a comic book about Cowboys Vs. Aliens.
"Yeah, not two hours planet side, and we're hoofing it back here…" The man says, he was younger than Conner at 27, but was just as experienced when it came to ship-fairing. He had been an engineer like his father before him, for almost 10 years now. He was tall and skinny, but was in good shape, having to toil through various physical tasks during his time on the ship. Their banter was interrupted by the approach of their captain, Diane Verlaine. She ran the ship with a laid back atmosphere, but still knew when to crack the whip.
"Well, don't you two look comfy…." She said looking at the two crewmembers, she walked over pouring herself a cup of coffee. She was holding some files, all of the folders had the Weyland Yutani logo. Her engineer took notice of this.
"We were Captain, though I think Mils has a bit of sunburn…." Connor pointed out with a laugh, the engineer just shook his head in annoyance.
"Jeez, why don't you tell everyone Con…" Mils replies with a cough as he places the comic down, revealing a cigarette in his mouth.
"Tell me that's not a cigarette…." Verlaine says in a form of annoyance.
"It's not a cigarette." Mils flatlines, however upon getting "the look" from his Captain he dashes the cigarette out with a grimace. Cigarettes were highly regulated in their existence following the introduction of anti-tobacco laws, modern cigarettes lacked nicotine, and many of the harmful ingredients that traditional cigarettes carried. They now contained minute forms of relaxing chemicals not unlike THC. It relaxed the person, but didn't hinder them in going about their daily tasks, perfect for Mils a hard working engineer.
"So what's with the WeYu stationary?" Mils asks, referring to the folders in his Captain's arms.
"Well boys, if you must know, this is why our little vacation was cut short… we've been contracted by Weyland Yutani to deliver some personnel to Sevastopol…." Verlaine states, this catches both Conner and Mils' attention.
"Great…get to deliver some pampered VIPs…." Conner grumbles.
"Anyone important Di?" Mils asks as Verlaine sits down across from her crew.
"Let's see, member of the legal department…Taylor, she's cute….might be up your alley Mils…" Verlaine says with a laugh.
"Yeah, I'll pass….Conner here on the other hand might be needing some loving…" Mils says putting an arm around Conner.
"I've already got that covered…" Verlaine says as Conner blushes, unannounced to Mils the pair had engaged in a little "stress relief" in the past. For crews aboard freighters like Torrens, it was common for crewmembers to engage in sexual relationships.
"Ugh, really? I'm gonna be sick!" Mils says in mock disgust, Verlaine continues the makeshift briefing.
"Another exec by the looks of it, Samuels….works for their case department, mostly handling foul play situations or lost ships…." Verlaine states, this catches Mils attention.
"Which ones?" Conner asks as space ships disappearing or wrecking was not uncommon as Space was to some "The Final Frontier" of exploration, and adventure, which came with a price for some.
"Whose lucky number 3?" Mils asks, Verlaine looks perplexed at the third person's file.
"Looks like a civilian, oh she's an engineer, could maybe hire her….give you some help." Verlaine reports, looking at Mils. Though he did a heck of a job, it often came at the cost of sleep, and on some occasions his physical wellbeing in the form of the occasional injury.
"She?" Conner asked as Mils laughed at Verlaine's suggestion.
"Yeah, looks like a….let's see, Ridley? S. Ridley….wait a minute there's some grime on here…..aww there we go….it's not a S it's an A, and it's not Ridley it's….Ripley." Verlaine states, this catches Mils' attention right away.
"Ripley?" Mils asks bewildered at the potential of it being someone related to that Ripley.
"Yeah, Amanda Ripley…don't know why she's coming along, she's not WeYu."
"Maybe, she's a tech or something? I'm mean why are we transporting them again, I mean they could have gone through a normal travel bureau." Conner says, not sure why they weren't be tasked with transporting some execs, no matter what the company they come from.
"We're getting paid double what we'd usually get for salvage, plus a nice bonus, as for why we're going to Sevastopol, it says here they're retrieving a flight recorder of one of their ships… The Nostromo." Verlaine says, this causes Mils to look at her in surprise, he had a personal connection to the Nostromo, and it's fate, his father was Chief Tactical Officer on the ship, though he had never met him in person he felt a cosmic connection of sorts with him, how could he not, they were father and son.
He also realized that the nostalgic feeling he got when he heard the civi's name, Ripley. Could she be related to Ellen Ripley, the Nostromo's warrant officer. It was highly probable, he knew that whoever she was, the two of them had something in common.
"Weyland Yutani's Cyclops….wow it's been a couple decades almost." Conner said, referring to lost warship back on Earth, while also referencing that the Nostromo had been missing for a decade and a half.
"So, when do we leave?" Mils asks, now looking somewhat forward to meeting another Nostromo descendent.
"Soon as we're refueled, Conner plot the course for Phara, then get the numbers right for Sevastopol station." Verlaine ordered.
"And you! I want you to double check the number three's coolant, it almost overheated last time." Verlaine added towards Mils.
"I hear ya..." Mils says as his crewmates exit the mess hall, his hand lays on top of Ripley's file, he picks up the file and heads towards the engine room, taking his reading material with him.
….
Within a few days the Torrens had picked up the Weyland Yutani group, and within a few hours were on their way to Sevastopol Station, where their special cargo awaited them.