After finishing my afternoon interview with Kj I move onto the Lab area of the facility to speak with his wife Jennifer, the daughter of Weyland. Like Kj she was born and spent most of her young life in this facility. She is is half human xenomorph hybrid. She is mostly human though, but has obvious xenomorph traits, with her small claws, long prehensile tail with a sarated tip, and her dark grey skin color. Every other physical attributes are noticably human and femmenine. She lacks a over elongated head, acid resistant skin, and an inner jaw, and given her sense of individuality lacks any mental connection to her xenomorph lineage. She is a remarkable, and iluring specimen to say the least and greats me with a smile as she welcomes me to her office that once belonged to her father Charles Bishop Weyland.

So how was the interview with my husband?

"It went well. He's an interesting character and his backstory is most certainly dramatic."

Dramatic is an understatement when it come to what my husband has endured the past 28 years of his life. How he managed to survive such cruelty from my father I shall never know. I'm glad he did though.

She looks at me, indecisive on what to say next. "You seem troubled." I ask her as she runs her clawed hand through her orange hair.

Ohh I'm fine, I just can't believe that for the longest time I was raised by a man that was so... so inhuman and cruel. And that for the longest time I bought I to his lies that he told me. Then again what child won't believe their what their parents tell them. So where shall we begin?

"May we begin with the events that brought on your birth."

Well unlike my husband, who was born right after a war I wasn't born into any conflict. My mother was, a scientist named Julie Mekks. I never knew my mother, since she'd died giving birth to me. In some way I fell responsible because I am the cause of why she died. I feel like I'm one of those monsters that my dad kept locked away for study, whenever I even think about it.

Boy do I hate them. You can understand why I do right.

I don't completely understand why, but given their animalistic hostility, and fearful reputation as the perfect organism.I simply nod my head in agreement. "What about your hybridization?"

Ohh right, right I almost forgot that. See Julie Mekks was one of the scientists stationed on one of the moons of this planet. Uh, Talco I think it was, yeah that's its name. Anyway Galco was terriformed sometime after the xenomorph species had been discovered here on KJ147, and as a method of reducing outbreaks, and keeping colonies safe from the threat of a xenomprph outbreak They had some reasearch stations set up on Talco. My mother ,Julie Mekks was one of the head scientists stationed at Talco.

She'd been in a relationship with another scientist and the two got busy one night making me. Don't ask me who my biological father is because I don't know, which is kind of fed up to think about. During my nine months conception, there was an incident that led to a malfunction, which resulted in a containment failure with some of the Ovamorph (Xenomorph egg) specimens. Some of them hatched and the new born facehuggers ended up impregnating some of the scientists. My mom was one of those scientists.

"What happened?"

Mom was rushed back to KJ147 for surgical removal of the chestbuster. And before you ask, yes Weyland Yutani has surgical devises made to remove chestbursters. We've had them for quite a while actually, about as far back as Freya's Prospect. My dad mostly kept everyone outside the labs in the dark about it though.

"Why would he intentionally do that? Why wouldn't he have made it public to the colonies to give them assurance that it is possible for them to survive being impregnated by a facehugger?"

If my dad had done that, and everybody found out that Weyland Yutani had those all along it would imply that Weyland Yutani allowed the events of BG386 to happen in the first place. Not only that, but that they'd been studying the xenomorphs behind their own back all along. Take into account ,friend, that these are Weyland's customers, not only that these people, the colonists, were his employees, and so were there fathers before them, as well as their fathers, and the fathers before them, going all the way back to 2099 when the Weyland and Yutani Corporations pulled themselves together to become the interstellar superpower they are now. These were people who depended on Weyland Yutani for the survival of their very livelihood we're talking about. If they found out the corporation that they've been holding onto for this livelihood for the past 520 years has been secretly experimenting on the xenomorph species, it would be chaos for both parties, Dad's business would drop to zero, the colonists would be on the run searching for a new interstellar superpower to flock to destroying what livelihood they'd been holding on to for the past five centuries, just to get away from the threat of the xenomorphs, that hadn't even broken containment yet. And yes that would also happen to. Heck it had been happening all along, and the colonists never new about it.

"What about the outbreaks that did gain the colonies' attention."

Who said that those were outbreaks? And yes they were, but still, in any off those occurrences did you hear anything about an outbreak.

I shake my head negatively.

Yeah Weyland lied to the colonies, and just told them it was either that the marines had missed some xenos during the 6 year long war to retake KJ147, or it was the work of the hunters, We stilled called the Yautja ,Hunters at the time.

That was how dad did it. Yeah, and I'm still trying to clean up his mess.

But at any rate back on topic, After Julie was rushed to this facility, she wasn't actually set up for surgery, but rather a little experiment Weyland had set up at the time. A project to hybridize chestburster embryos during the pre-stages of their development.

"And judging by the fact that your here right now proves it worked."

Yes, but let me tell you how. See it wasn't really a success, but more or less a stroke of luck that lead to my success. Weyland had been impregnating animal test subjects, then performed the hybridization tests on them to see if it would cause an effect on the xenomorphs physical, and characteristic behavior. The project did work, but never on a human test subject, Which, yes Dad did use humans as test subjects for the project. At least none of the embryos survived. Still, the optimist that Daddy was when it came to xenomorphs decided to go ahead with it anyway and put yet another human life in the hands of this pointless experiment.

Now here's the interesting part, instead of subsisting off of my embryo the chestbuster fused with it during the creatures development. Had it not been for Weyland, I would have died from this. But at the same time I was what allowed mom to stay alive, and allowed the procedure to become a success. After Weyland did some internal surgery with my, and the chestburster's embryo, along with splicing a few other human, and xenomorph genes into my makeup, I survived the hybridization process. After my remaining months were over, I came out, and ,Julie. Mom died giving birth to me.

She sighs dispassionate about the thought of her being the cause of her mother's death. After a momment of silence she regains herself and continues.

Upon seeing the fruits of his labor, he was quite extatic about the results, in a calm way though. I don't know how, but if I had to take a guess, I'd say that It was because I was one of his first real successes with the Xenomorph species, that he loved me the way he did. I suppose he felt this sense of parental ecstasy, the way a father looks at his child when it's first born, and to a degree I can understand why he felt that way. I was the fruit of his labor. I was alive because of him. I was a newborn child that he allowed to be brought into the world. I was in all sense ,Weyland's daughter. I can only imagine the look on his face when he first saw me. I think that he may have been disappointed at first, but judging by his loving fatherly attitude towards me I don't think he was disappointed for very long.

And just like that I became the proud daughter of Charles Bishop Weyland. He named me Jennifer and treated me like I was the most prescious piece of...well...anything. He was incredibly protective of me. He never had the marines guard me, and given that I'm part xeno, that's understandable. He always had the combat androids watch over me whenever he left me alone. He always kept me locked away from everyone else except for certain people he trusted. It was pretty lonely sitting in an enclosure day in day out for the first eight years of my life. My enclosure was like Kj's, with trees and foliage and a large window for me to look out of, but not as cage like and restrictive. Mine was decked out to look more like a bedroom, rather than a cage with foliage in it.

I was a pretty smart kid. I learned to talk before I began to walk. I began learning first grade studies at three, and by six I was seven I was in high school. My dad was really proud of how quickly I learned things that took him years just to understand a fraction of when he was my age. I liked learning things, particularly mathematics, and botany. At seven I could also memorize every species of plant on this planet, along with their scientific names. When I first did this I blew my Daddy's mind. I knew at the time he acted out his amusement, but I could tell by the loving look in his eye he was proud of me.

Weyland may have never cared for any other human being besides himself before, but I knew that he loved me. He was that father that always gave his child everything he wanted because they wanted it.

"He spoiled you."

Yeah, but not to the point where I'd act like a spoiled brat, which I wasn't. He just provided me with botany and math because those were the things he knew I liked, and he had a very high amount of respect for those who liked to learn things. Daddy wasn't much of a scientist, he was always a business man, but he did like learning about things before he opened up his wallet on it.

"Did you ever ask for anything to out of his way?"

I was lacking in friends and I did want someone I could socialize with, besides blank-faced combat androids. They're not really social beings, and they're rather intimidating when they just look down at you with that same emotionless stare. Boy did I hate that. My dad had all the money in the world to pay for what I wanted. So when I made a request for a friend he gave me a sister. I say gave, more like made because thats what he did. He made me an android that I could socialize with as a sister ,Beth.

"Is she still around?"

Yes she's in the lab with the other scientists actually. I can bring her in I you'd like.

"Maybe sometime later I'm on a schedule."

That's understandable. Even though Beth's an android I still loved her as my sister. It's pretty cool having a sister thats programed with the same interests that you have. That and she'd never age to. When I did get older Daddy would just transfer her consciousness into a new body. I never realized it at first, but after living with her a couple years she looks like me. I think Dad did that deliberately.

She shrugs.

So yeah in short I was the rich kid, that got everything she wanted because she had a father who had the whole world, or at least the entire planet in his pocket.

After I was eight I was allowed to travel more freely with Beth around the complex, except for the Marine compound of course. It was right about that time that I heard about something in the marines' compound that was the primary reason for why he was so strict about me particularly going there. There was gossip around the labs going around that the marines had a hunter in their compound that they were training as one of their own. At the time I didn't know about the Predators. I knew about the Xenomorphs, but I never knew we had them in the facility, at least not until I was 12.

"How did Weyland explain that?"

"Were using these xenos and changing them to fight other xenos." He told me. He wasn't all wrong I went through his notes a couple months after his death and discovered he did have some experiments going into that at the time, but it wasn't top priority.

Dad's main concern wasn't on them breaking out. That he could handle on his own, and protect me from, but the hunter in the Marine compound, that was different. He always seemed at unease whenever it was even brought up. It never became a problem though. Actually when I was nineteen he saved my life.