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Aliens: Survival of the Fittest
Prologue
The warm feeling, it was all around me. The feeling was wonderful, until it started to get tight. I moved around to try and get comfortable again, I then heard my host moan. I turned in the other direction and heard it moan again.
I felt like I was waking up from a long sleep, a really long sleep. I was tired and uncomfortable, I had to get out.
I nudged my surroundings, red, warm soft flesh, and I heard my host moan again. I opened my mouth and poked the flesh again. I coiled my tail and jumped forward with my mouth wide open. I started chomping on the flesh and heard my host scream.
I jumped again, and started to eat more flesh. Each bite, my host screamed louder and longer. I ate more and more, until I came to a hard material. I tried biting this material; I could not bite through it.
I coiled my tail and jumped again. I jumped again and again. My host screamed more and more as I leapt into the hard material. Suddenly the material burst outward and I was released.
Slowly I crept out of my host using my small arms. I looked around to see where I was. My host's remains where lying on a soft material, on a rectangular platform. The room was coloured white, apart from the blood stained areas around the rectangular platform. Another raised rectangular platform was in the far side of the room. This one was raised on four wooden legs.
Being as I was still hungry, I started to eat what was left of my host. It was for filling and soon enough I was no longer hungry. I looked around and still no one was in the room with us, yet I still sensed danger. The door of the room was closed so there was no way for me to know if anything was outside.
I started to move around the soft material, the blood of my host leaving a trail on the white colour. In my larva form, I was the size and shape of a small snake. My teeth where hard as diamonds, but my inner jaw was still soft, only a stump in my mouth about two centimetres long.
I got the sense of danger again. I needed to leave this room, but I couldn't find a way out. I could not open the door, nor did I see a window. I did however see a small opening in the wall. It was big enough to allow me to get through. The opening was above some shelves past the table.
Quickly, I leapt onto the table and looked at the shelves. I then leapt with all my might onto the top of the shelves. I landed softly and looked at the opening, and then at the door. I sensed the danger again, and then the door opened. It slid upwards and a creature walked through. I could smell its pheromones, telling me it was a 'Soft skin' or Human as they call themselves.
I quickly crawled into the opening. I looked behind me and heard it yell to someone.
"Holy shit, what happened?" the Human asked as is saw what was left of my host, "Tom get the fuck in here!"
I crawled back a little, so I was out of view.
"What the hell happened?" a new voice asked.
"I haven't a clue," the first voice answered.
The look on the soft-skins faces told me they where frightened but their voices where calm. One of the soft-skins faces had turned white and it was starting to bend over.
"Do you think it has anything to do with that Spider thing that attached to his face, Ben?" the human called Tom said.
"Probably," Ben answered, "I have heard a creature that bursts out of a person's chest."
"Do you mean that spider laid an egg in Norman's chest?" Tom asked.
"We can check the security vids to see what happened and if it was the creature I know about. We can try and find out about it," Ben informed Tom.
They both walked out of the room, and the door slid down to leave me alone with my thoughts again.
What did I have to do, where did I have to do and where am I? I searched my mind for answers. Somehow I knew. I had to get to the Queen and protect her, but I couldn't hear the Queen. She wasn't talking to me. Where was she?
"I am here," a voice spoke into my mind, "I am here young Frithli'ssat."
"How do I get to you great Queen?" I asked.
"You can not," came the answer, "you are stuck on the Flying Hive."
"What will I do then?" I asked.
"You are full of questions, Frithli'ssat," the Queen mused, "yet your questions make sense. You must kill all the soft-skins and then go into hibernation until a Queen senses you, and always remember the name Oliss'thss that is my name. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do," I confirmed, "but I can not kill in anything. I am so small!"
"You will grown into an Adult soon," Oliss'thss continued, "but until that happens keep out of sight from the Soft-Skins……."there was a long pause, "the flying hive is moving, go and hide now, Frithli'ssat!"
That was the last I heard of my Queen. I was on my own again. I started crawling again down the hole. While I was inside my host, I heard it speak and I learned everything it knew. How I did, I didn't know, but I knew the safest place to hide would be the 'Cargo Bay' of this flying hive.
Ship that was what the soft-skins called this thing. I was onboard a mining ship. The ship had come to my planet to pick up supplies from the Mining Outpost there. My host was infected while exploring. It fell into the Hatchery and got contaminated.
Why did I know this information? I did know it was knowledge I gained from my host. I would have to think about it later, but for now my main concern was the cargo bay. I was in the circulation vent, the vent that delivered oxygen around the ship; I had to go down three levels to get to the cargo bay and the circulation vent would get me there.
I started forwards through the vent, forever wondering. Ok, so I was stuck on a mining ship, what is mining? Again I searched my mind for the answers and found them. Mining was the process in which a planets earth was searched for minerals and fuel.
For some strange reason I also knew about my family, my planet and my kind. We call ourselves the Kigjoct'ali, the Son of the Creator. I was what was known as a Juuiekat'ka, the protector of the hive, a Warrior. Our planet was called Hillua by us LV 619 by the soft-skin.
Our hive had been on Hillua for over a thousand years, while the soft-skins outpost had been there for about two years. The soft-skins had never known about our hive, we left them alone, occasionally abducting somebody for a host, but they had never suspected we lived there.
I was still continuing through the vent, I didn't realise I had gone so far; I seemed to crawl by instinct. My little legs didn't carry me very fast but they got me where I wanted to go. I also had little arms, they couldn't lift anything right now, but I knew that when I grew I would be strong.
I kept on crawling; instinct drove me forward for another half an hour, until I came to a grate in the floor of the vent. Beyond that where Ben and Tom gathered around a wall. They appeared to be looking at something on the wall. It was giving off light and the two soft-skins where talking. I put my face closer to the grate to listen.
"Well from what I can get on the Public Data Net, is that that the beast is called a 'Xenomorph'," Ben continued, "they are a parasitic race, breeding inside a large living host."
"How do they get inside the 'host?" Tom asked.
"A spider type stage," Ben told Tom, "the spider inserts the Embryo inside the host's chest, through some sort of tube it rams down the poor suckers throat."
"That's a mean bastard," Tom said.
"That's not the end of it," Ben kept speaking, "we saw how the thing gave birth in the vid, well it grows more," Ben started touching the thing on the wall, "it grows into that!"
"That is one ugly bugger!" Tom stated flabbergasted.
"Thing is the xenomorph is armed with two sets of jaws, which mean two sets of teeth and look at the things teeth," Ben paused, "that thing could kill everyone on the ship if we don't stop it."
Tom bent down and picked up a near by object and chucked it at the vent in which I was hiding. It hit the area just in front of me and I heard the metal crack.
"We best get the guys together and try and capture it," Tom started to sound worried, "we got some Pistols and some Flamethrowers. We should try and capture it before it gets bigger!"
The vent started to crack again, but I took no notice and started to move forward again. As I passed over the cracked area, the vent burst open and I fell to the floor. I let out an almighty yelp as I crashed to the floor. I had grown greatly in the time I was in that vent.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ben as he turned to see me on the floor, "case it. Get the gun!"
I got that sense of danger again, and I looked around the room for a quick second and saw my escape from the soft-skins. Another hole, bit in a tube of some sort this time, but it was across the room, so to me it was a long way. I luckily there where boxes and crates for me to hide behind. I didn't hesitate, I went as fast as my small legs and arms would take me, to the nearest crate.
I heard the soft-skins running somewhere in the room and heard them speaking. I looked around the corner of the crate and saw that both Tom and Ben had their back to me. I saw my chance and crawled over to the nearest crate.
I saw the soft-skins fumbling with something and I made another run. Unfortunately they heard me this time and Ben had turned to where I was running, brandishing something. All of a sudden, something made a loud bang, and something impacted the floor beside me. I kept on running, weaving in and out of the crates, trying to dodge what was being shot at me.
I turned around another crate and headed towards the hole in the floor. More bangs went off and more objects hit the floor. The object appeared to be hot metal pellets. When they hit the floor, the pellets left dints on the floor and sometimes holes in the crates and boxes; I didn't want to get hit by one of the pellets.
I kept crawling and was almost there. More pellets hit the floor around me. I curled tail and leapt. I landed right on target, inside the hole. I didn't wait to see what the soft-skins would do, I just ran.
I wasn't to far from the cargo bay. I still knew where I was going. The knowledge I had gained from my host flooded my mind, instructing me where to go. I continued down the tube, a left, a right, foward two metres, two more left and out of another hole.
I was in an extremely large room. Giant boxes all around me. I looked for a dark wide and hidden space for me to grow. I knew that if I went a sleep for another day I would soon grow big, and be able to kill the soft-skins.
I found a nice area, in the farthest corner. It was dark, large and surrounded by the boxes. I knew that if the soft-skins did thing to look in here, they would never get into this area. The boxes where that tightly together, that I only fit in. The soft-skins would have to move the boxes with a machine, and the noise from that would wake me up. Once I grew bigger I would be able to climb out of the area by the walls, my species had the ability to walk on walls and other surfaces.
I curled up the corner, and somehow drifted off into a deep sleep. A sleep that would make me stronger, faster and bigger.
Aliens: Survival of the Fittest
Prologue
The warm feeling, it was all around me. The feeling was wonderful, until it started to get tight. I moved around to try and get comfortable again, I then heard my host moan. I turned in the other direction and heard it moan again.
I felt like I was waking up from a long sleep, a really long sleep. I was tired and uncomfortable, I had to get out.
I nudged my surroundings, red, warm soft flesh, and I heard my host moan again. I opened my mouth and poked the flesh again. I coiled my tail and jumped forward with my mouth wide open. I started chomping on the flesh and heard my host scream.
I jumped again, and started to eat more flesh. Each bite, my host screamed louder and longer. I ate more and more, until I came to a hard material. I tried biting this material; I could not bite through it.
I coiled my tail and jumped again. I jumped again and again. My host screamed more and more as I leapt into the hard material. Suddenly the material burst outward and I was released.
Slowly I crept out of my host using my small arms. I looked around to see where I was. My host's remains where lying on a soft material, on a rectangular platform. The room was coloured white, apart from the blood stained areas around the rectangular platform. Another raised rectangular platform was in the far side of the room. This one was raised on four wooden legs.
Being as I was still hungry, I started to eat what was left of my host. It was for filling and soon enough I was no longer hungry. I looked around and still no one was in the room with us, yet I still sensed danger. The door of the room was closed so there was no way for me to know if anything was outside.
I started to move around the soft material, the blood of my host leaving a trail on the white colour. In my larva form, I was the size and shape of a small snake. My teeth where hard as diamonds, but my inner jaw was still soft, only a stump in my mouth about two centimetres long.
I got the sense of danger again. I needed to leave this room, but I couldn't find a way out. I could not open the door, nor did I see a window. I did however see a small opening in the wall. It was big enough to allow me to get through. The opening was above some shelves past the table.
Quickly, I leapt onto the table and looked at the shelves. I then leapt with all my might onto the top of the shelves. I landed softly and looked at the opening, and then at the door. I sensed the danger again, and then the door opened. It slid upwards and a creature walked through. I could smell its pheromones, telling me it was a 'Soft skin' or Human as they call themselves.
I quickly crawled into the opening. I looked behind me and heard it yell to someone.
"Holy shit, what happened?" the Human asked as is saw what was left of my host, "Tom get the fuck in here!"
I crawled back a little, so I was out of view.
"What the hell happened?" a new voice asked.
"I haven't a clue," the first voice answered.
The look on the soft-skins faces told me they where frightened but their voices where calm. One of the soft-skins faces had turned white and it was starting to bend over.
"Do you think it has anything to do with that Spider thing that attached to his face, Ben?" the human called Tom said.
"Probably," Ben answered, "I have heard a creature that bursts out of a person's chest."
"Do you mean that spider laid an egg in Norman's chest?" Tom asked.
"We can check the security vids to see what happened and if it was the creature I know about. We can try and find out about it," Ben informed Tom.
They both walked out of the room, and the door slid down to leave me alone with my thoughts again.
What did I have to do, where did I have to do and where am I? I searched my mind for answers. Somehow I knew. I had to get to the Queen and protect her, but I couldn't hear the Queen. She wasn't talking to me. Where was she?
"I am here," a voice spoke into my mind, "I am here young Frithli'ssat."
"How do I get to you great Queen?" I asked.
"You can not," came the answer, "you are stuck on the Flying Hive."
"What will I do then?" I asked.
"You are full of questions, Frithli'ssat," the Queen mused, "yet your questions make sense. You must kill all the soft-skins and then go into hibernation until a Queen senses you, and always remember the name Oliss'thss that is my name. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do," I confirmed, "but I can not kill in anything. I am so small!"
"You will grown into an Adult soon," Oliss'thss continued, "but until that happens keep out of sight from the Soft-Skins……."there was a long pause, "the flying hive is moving, go and hide now, Frithli'ssat!"
That was the last I heard of my Queen. I was on my own again. I started crawling again down the hole. While I was inside my host, I heard it speak and I learned everything it knew. How I did, I didn't know, but I knew the safest place to hide would be the 'Cargo Bay' of this flying hive.
Ship that was what the soft-skins called this thing. I was onboard a mining ship. The ship had come to my planet to pick up supplies from the Mining Outpost there. My host was infected while exploring. It fell into the Hatchery and got contaminated.
Why did I know this information? I did know it was knowledge I gained from my host. I would have to think about it later, but for now my main concern was the cargo bay. I was in the circulation vent, the vent that delivered oxygen around the ship; I had to go down three levels to get to the cargo bay and the circulation vent would get me there.
I started forwards through the vent, forever wondering. Ok, so I was stuck on a mining ship, what is mining? Again I searched my mind for the answers and found them. Mining was the process in which a planets earth was searched for minerals and fuel.
For some strange reason I also knew about my family, my planet and my kind. We call ourselves the Kigjoct'ali, the Son of the Creator. I was what was known as a Juuiekat'ka, the protector of the hive, a Warrior. Our planet was called Hillua by us LV 619 by the soft-skin.
Our hive had been on Hillua for over a thousand years, while the soft-skins outpost had been there for about two years. The soft-skins had never known about our hive, we left them alone, occasionally abducting somebody for a host, but they had never suspected we lived there.
I was still continuing through the vent, I didn't realise I had gone so far; I seemed to crawl by instinct. My little legs didn't carry me very fast but they got me where I wanted to go. I also had little arms, they couldn't lift anything right now, but I knew that when I grew I would be strong.
I kept on crawling; instinct drove me forward for another half an hour, until I came to a grate in the floor of the vent. Beyond that where Ben and Tom gathered around a wall. They appeared to be looking at something on the wall. It was giving off light and the two soft-skins where talking. I put my face closer to the grate to listen.
"Well from what I can get on the Public Data Net, is that that the beast is called a 'Xenomorph'," Ben continued, "they are a parasitic race, breeding inside a large living host."
"How do they get inside the 'host?" Tom asked.
"A spider type stage," Ben told Tom, "the spider inserts the Embryo inside the host's chest, through some sort of tube it rams down the poor suckers throat."
"That's a mean bastard," Tom said.
"That's not the end of it," Ben kept speaking, "we saw how the thing gave birth in the vid, well it grows more," Ben started touching the thing on the wall, "it grows into that!"
"That is one ugly bugger!" Tom stated flabbergasted.
"Thing is the xenomorph is armed with two sets of jaws, which mean two sets of teeth and look at the things teeth," Ben paused, "that thing could kill everyone on the ship if we don't stop it."
Tom bent down and picked up a near by object and chucked it at the vent in which I was hiding. It hit the area just in front of me and I heard the metal crack.
"We best get the guys together and try and capture it," Tom started to sound worried, "we got some Pistols and some Flamethrowers. We should try and capture it before it gets bigger!"
The vent started to crack again, but I took no notice and started to move forward again. As I passed over the cracked area, the vent burst open and I fell to the floor. I let out an almighty yelp as I crashed to the floor. I had grown greatly in the time I was in that vent.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ben as he turned to see me on the floor, "case it. Get the gun!"
I got that sense of danger again, and I looked around the room for a quick second and saw my escape from the soft-skins. Another hole, bit in a tube of some sort this time, but it was across the room, so to me it was a long way. I luckily there where boxes and crates for me to hide behind. I didn't hesitate, I went as fast as my small legs and arms would take me, to the nearest crate.
I heard the soft-skins running somewhere in the room and heard them speaking. I looked around the corner of the crate and saw that both Tom and Ben had their back to me. I saw my chance and crawled over to the nearest crate.
I saw the soft-skins fumbling with something and I made another run. Unfortunately they heard me this time and Ben had turned to where I was running, brandishing something. All of a sudden, something made a loud bang, and something impacted the floor beside me. I kept on running, weaving in and out of the crates, trying to dodge what was being shot at me.
I turned around another crate and headed towards the hole in the floor. More bangs went off and more objects hit the floor. The object appeared to be hot metal pellets. When they hit the floor, the pellets left dints on the floor and sometimes holes in the crates and boxes; I didn't want to get hit by one of the pellets.
I kept crawling and was almost there. More pellets hit the floor around me. I curled tail and leapt. I landed right on target, inside the hole. I didn't wait to see what the soft-skins would do, I just ran.
I wasn't to far from the cargo bay. I still knew where I was going. The knowledge I had gained from my host flooded my mind, instructing me where to go. I continued down the tube, a left, a right, foward two metres, two more left and out of another hole.
I was in an extremely large room. Giant boxes all around me. I looked for a dark wide and hidden space for me to grow. I knew that if I went a sleep for another day I would soon grow big, and be able to kill the soft-skins.
I found a nice area, in the farthest corner. It was dark, large and surrounded by the boxes. I knew that if the soft-skins did thing to look in here, they would never get into this area. The boxes where that tightly together, that I only fit in. The soft-skins would have to move the boxes with a machine, and the noise from that would wake me up. Once I grew bigger I would be able to climb out of the area by the walls, my species had the ability to walk on walls and other surfaces.
I curled up the corner, and somehow drifted off into a deep sleep. A sleep that would make me stronger, faster and bigger.