Hey...an actual person who likes the story? Hm........ guess I'll continue. Sorry if the aliens seem cartoonish, but I'm just weird. Yeah, so it's not like me to write such violence, but heck, gotta vent rage, eh?
The horrible sound of the things...why was it so loud? Komos thought, the sound of human voices beating in his head. His whole body ached, and he was weak from all the blood he lost. But...where was he? No longer could he hear the comforting padding of the gentle feet from his people on the dirt, just the talking of the awful aliens. There was no wind around his body, in fact, the air was so still, he felt that if he moved he would disrupt the entire balance.
He groaned and turned over, only making it half way before screaming in terror at what covered his body. Flimsy material tightened around his form and twisted shards of metal were clamped onto his limbs. Trying to struggle, he found his tail fastened to the table he was on. He was surrounded by a hard, clear, substance, and was raised three feet in the air on a soft surface. Komos lifted his arm and tapped against it, soon scratching at it. He was trapped. He cried out in fear, for the others, for his queen, for his family.
"What's it doin'?" asked a well-built man.
"I-it's waking up, General Dedrin." Said a meek, scrawny man.
"Good. So what now?" Dedrin asked with a sneer. "Why didn't ya kill the darn thing, Cotrin?"
The man twitched his thick brown mustache and adjusted his thick-framed glasses, swallowing. "I needed it for sc-scientific research. Th-the more we learn about it, the easier-uh er-easier it is to, well, fight." He stuttered.
"You just better know what yer doin'." He said, staring at Komos with a stare of disgust. "Cripes, it looks like a giant armored wolf." He licked his teeth as he observed the alien's huge canines.
"Ac-actually, Sir, it's more like an insect."
"Whatever." Dedrin scoffed. "Just come up with somethin' useful." He exited and left Cotrin to himself.
Once the general left, he wandered up to the glass and watched Komos, writing down every observation possible. Komos, feeling threatened, made his best effort to attack. He opened his jaws and extended his sharp toothed tongue at the man, but it was so slow, he didn't even frighten the weakling human staring back at him who began scribbling the actions furiously on his notepad.
Komos hissed in annoyance that he could neither move nor scare away this new creature. Where was he and why wasn't he dead? So many new sensations and feelings he disliked. "Go away." He snarled in desperation.
The human made a very amused sound, tapping on the window to try and get another reaction. Komos leaned his head back. How long was he going to be here?
Tyaka sat at the entrance, awaiting one of his friends to arrive back. Rain hit his hard head, sliding off as though it were disappointed it could not stick to him. A streak was seen in the distance, visible due to a streak of lightening. Two more joined it, and soon the little pack of xenomorphs were in front of their friend.
"We have seen two aliens carry Komos away to their ship." Said one to Tyaka. "And he is alive."