Feb 26, 2621It has taken me some time to edit out the progress I made in my interview three weeks prior. In that time Kj has been away from the facility on duty. Since Weyland's death several containment breaks have been made by the xenomorphs, including the ones he deliberately released before his subsequent demise. As such the planet is once again infested with xenomorphs. As this is primarily Kj's story I've been waiting for him to return to continue my interview with him. We chat some as we walk over to what was once his containment enclosure. Kj looks at the enclosure very dispassionate smile. Nothing has changed about the enclosure since his absence. Their are two trees parallel to each other in the center of the containment cell, with bushes covering the floor. His smile faids as he looks at the ground. He invites me to sit down on a bench as he stares intently at a silver memorial affixed to the glass wall that held him and his mother in the enclosure. It says "In Memory and Honor of the Mother of the Hero of KJ147, Ma-ek'laa. Kj sighs and looks at the ground before he begins.21 years. Damn, if that doesn't feel like an eternity. Especially when you miss someone that you love very very much.

He sighs again looks at the memorial and looks back down at the ground again.

I was seven years old when Mom died. I had progressed rather quickly in my adolescenc. I was mature and more understanding of mature topics. I was learning quickly. You already know all of this but Mom did that to me so she could make sure I could take care of myself in this seemingly alien world with the Oomans. She knew she couldn't protect me forever so she taught me how to protect myself. Even more than that, she taught me how to attack, although she taught me to reserve those methods of violence unless I could afford to take offensive measures. Her main priority was keeping me safe not getting me to kill myself. She also taught me about the Yatja's code of honor and the rules that followed. You get the gist.

Don't kill unarmed or weak prey unless it in itself is dangerous without the need for weapons.

Give honor to your opponent, unless they are dishonorable in which case the former is optional.

Killing young prey that is incapable of defending itself is dishonorable.

Falling victim to your prey is dishonorable.

Abominations are dishonorable and must be slain. That one kind off hurts when I think about it, since I am technically an Abomination.

If you dishonor yourself you bring shame upon the clan, in which academy you kill yourself.

Allowing your technology to fall into the hands of your opponent is considered dishonorable unless the elders or the clan leader rewards them with such gifts.

And taking someone else's trophy is dishonorable.

And do I need to mention what happens to you if you try to run from these rules.

"Death and or Banishment."

Mostly death, but yeah banishment is also an option.

But at any rate the scientists studying me brought up some learning tests of their own. If I passed them we were given extra food and at least a little more privacy. If not we didn't get anything. Those tests were mostly on learning the Ooman English alphabet, and form sentences with them, as well as learning numbers and math. I did rather well on those tests. I only really remember failing four of the exams but that was still a good score for someone like myself who wasn't taught very many ooman things that are normally taught to their sucklings. Then there was speech therapy and recognition courses, where they brought up the image of something, and what my reaction to it should be. Oomans I was to be passive towards. Androids, same. Weyland I was supposed to submit to but I never did. I was his property not his Bh. Xenomorphs I was either to capture or kill. With the ones I was supposed to capture I just made a killing gesture. The reprimand I got when I messed that one up were nothing short of a sever electric shock. Boy did those hurt. I never messed anything up in that learning experience because I was ignorant of how to answer them but because I was just to stubborn to answer correctly. There were also a few things Mom had to learn to. She learned that trying to escape or cause any disorder, even in the enclosure would result in pain. Mom never learned when they disciplined her, though so they beat me instead. While I was almost the size of an average human male at the time, I still didn't retaliate, mostly because there were to many marines to fight back against and I was afraid that they'd do the same to Mom if I did. And yes they did send the marines to do it because scientistswere just to weak and stupid to know how to properly torture somebody, and the androids might do it to well and end up killing us.

And don't even get me started on the medical tests. Those were just unbearable. And no I'm not one of those big sissies who hates getting shot with needles, I don't mind those at all but the stuff in the needle is a completely different thing. That stuff burned hotter than an oven set on high. I think it was the same stuff they pumped me with when I was being augmented on. If I'd forgotten about the stuff and how much it hurt before then I wasn't going to now since the dosage was bigger. God, Even after I'm dead I'm still gonna feel that.

He rubbs his right arm painfully.

Anywho that was nothing compared to what they were building all those tests up to. If I didn't mention it before I will now but the reason why I was augmented in the first place was because I was being preped to become a weapon for Weyland. Shadow outbreaks were becoming more and more frequent. Weyland was getting tired of losing valuable assets all the time. Afterwards he'd call up the marines because who else, and each time they were given the order to take a specimen alive, the marines just ended up killing em. The reason being because of Schaefer, he was the one in charge of making sure the marines did their job and they did. Protect the colonists, and kill xenos. that essentially showed wWeyland continued to care about his little ignorant money rakers, the colonists. But still Weyland wanted those shadows. But the marines screwed em out of almost every chance, God bless each and everyone who did. That's the way they tried to stay, even after Weyland Yutani bought em as his private security outbreak team. All those other times, Ehh. I just like to think they never happened. But they did. and guess whose ass was going to pay.

He points his thumb at himself.

Yep old pussy face here. But that wasn't the worst of it. Weyland's scientists were working on this prototype that was supposed to brainwash me into doing whatever they wanted me to do for em. Which meant I was going to be protecting shadows and not killing them. Or capturing, but still saving is saving even if it means you have to capture to do it.

Mom was not going to let that one slide. The day when they came to take me away, she fought the scum bags back. She hid me in a little hole she dug for me in case something like this did happen situated right up underneath the end of that tree facing away from the glass door, covered in bushes so that they wouldnt find me. If they found me anyway, well then they were going to end up in a body bag. If not from her then from me. Mom taught me how not to show weakness to the enemy. Show no fear, no mercy, nothing. And I was skilled enough at the time to do so. I'm glad I didn't have to though. That applied not just to the shadows but to the humans and their killer toys to. Boy, now that I think about they were practically just going to make me into another one of their combat androids.

He shudders discomforting at the thought.

There were to many for Mom and I to take together so she hid me an hoped they'd be stupid enough not to find me in the hole she dug for me. They held her down drugged her with some tranquilizers, which wasn't enough to stop her completely especially when she was fighting desperately to protect me, but it did weaken her enough for them to completely immobilize her. After that they began to search for me. They would have found me to if it weren't for a convenient group of black d#ck heads who just so happened to escape containment at the time. No alarms were sounded before hand so they must have gotten past their security systems detectors some way before anyone could notice. After wards they made a B-line to the closest exit, which at the time was in my enclosures general direction and began booking towards it through the vents, one of which just so happened to be in in the roof of my enclosure.

He points to the torn out hole in the ventilation system above his cell which is yet to be fixed.

It was the every first time I saw a real xeno and it was terrifying. I remember Mom telling me about them and how fearless, merciless, and relentless they were but I never got a full demonstration until I that day when I saw it pin down a scientist and head bite him several times. The androids put it down quickly, but that one was just to serve as a distraction while the others ambushed the two combat androids. They went down. Then they went for the other two scientists. and they managed to get em, but not before the two moronic white coats activated a manual alarm stationed just outside our cell. Then they went for Mom but she nailed them before the could get ahold of her. Even with losing seven years of practice, and having tranquilizers flowing through her system, Mom still managed to end those shadows quickly. It also helped that she used a rock and a sharpened stick. Once she was done she saw her chance. Like the dumb asses they were the scientists left the enclosure wide open, allowing Mom to make her escape. I'd seen what'd happened and was determined to follow Mom, but she held me back and stuck me in the hole again. She gave me a kiss on my forehead, and told me that everything would be okay, and that she loved me. She was smiling. But I could see it in her eyes that she didn't mean she would be alright. There was absolutely no guarantee she was going to make I out of this alive. But there was still hope for me so she kept me hidden. Somehow I knew that that was going to be the last time I saw her. She wiped away my tears hugged me, and then like that-

He snaps his fingers.

-she was gone.

I didn't know much of what happened after, until later on, but apparently she'd gone for the lab area where they kept the prototype devise they were going to control me with along with our clans technology, which they used to make it with. Mom destroyed the prototype. Stole back what little of her technology she could, and burned the rest of the lab. After that she fought through some marines didn't kill any other them, and managed to make it to the hanger where she killed some shadows and found a convenient dropship with which to escape in. The parts where she destroyed the Lab, fought the marines, killed the xenos, and stole the drop ship I watched years later on servailance footage caught on by the hundreds of cameras stationed around this place. Everything after, I managed to see outside that window. I came out of my hiding hole and watched as the dropship carrying Mom lifted off. It had just made it out of the hanger doors when this fing shadow bounced of the open door and landed right in the thruster. The xeno exploded I to acidic bits, which ate through the thrusters themselves. The dropship spun out of control and landed somewhere beyond not to far off into the jungle. I saw smoke pillaging out of the treeline direction her dropship went. she must have been pinned down, by somethin, whether it was marines or shadows I don't know. but it was enough to cause her to honor kill herself. I saw a flash of light, followed by an electric mushroom cloud, and an obnoxious BOOM! that followed a second after. The explosion had happened about a mile away and had been set to such a high enough level where it vaporized anything within the radius of it while also not going far enough to harm the facility. In that instant I knew what Mom had done. She wasn't about to fall victim to her prey a second time and was going out with her honor. Unfortunately she left me behind. But she knew I would die if I went with so, she made me stay with the hope I wouldn't die. The thick bulletproof glass door was still open, but I was to depressed to leave. As I saw the mushroom cloud rise over the horizon with electric sparks shooting all around it, my eyes began to fill with tears. I was to sad to cry. To sad to do anything but watch as that cloud rose up and up before it just vanished. Afterwards I gave my mother one last good-bye.

Words couldn't begin to describe the sadness I felt at that moment. I didn't care if one of those f ugly shadows popped out of nowhere and took my head off. or if one of those f ugly androids came and put a bullet in my head. Hell I was actually hoping they would, but my hope for death went unanswered. The outbreak was contained, and Weyland spent the next couple months repairing his lab, all while holding me responsible for what happened. He sent some marines in every now and then to give me a thorough ass whooping, followed by little to no food within those, periods of time, which lasted for about three months. In that time I was just to depressed to fight back and I just let them hit me. I cried myself to sleep every night for the past three months after she died with new bruises and scars running up and down my body. I could've cared less about that, part though or the part about starving to death. I was scared and alone. Only mom could've fixed those problems. I just wanted her back in the worst way, but I knew she was never going to. At least she told me that she loved me before she left.

Tears begin to trickle down his eyes, and I end the interview for his convenience. He thanks me, and stays back watching out the window in his enclosure. I can hear him say as I leave.

"Good-bye Mom."

A moment later the alarm sounds.