Disclaimer: I don't own aliens. I do however own Scar, Snarl, and every other character in this fiction. The new alien race is also my creation

Chapter 1

Jungle Horror

The alien drone glanced behind it as it charged recklessly through the moonlit jungle. The clearing behind it was filled with the smoking and disemboweled bodies of its brothers. The creature responsible for the devastation hadn't been seen. It had managed to sneak up on a pack of xenomorphs, a very difficult feat.

The drone was running in fear. A very strange thing since normal drones didn't know fear.

The drone looked ahead of itself and ran face first into something. The drone was knocked to the ground and the creature it had run into looked down at it. The creature bent down and lifted the struggling drone off the ground. The alien rammed its tail into the creature, but it bounced harmlessly off with a metallic clang. Soundlessly, the shadowed monster ripped the drone in half. Dropping the creature into the hissing puddle of its own blood, the monster turned and left.

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Close by, in an inactive volcano, a large metal ship rested. It was a large freighter type vessel, but its purpose was really a science ship.

Inside the ship was pitch dark, its inhabitants were used to the darkest ocean depths so they didn't mind the darkness. Two of the creatures stood in front of a computer screen. They had just watched the whole chase from the assailant's point of view.

They were brown-skinned humanoids. They had large yellow eyes that were slotted like a cats. They wore skintight white suits over their skinny frail bodies. They were a little shorter then an adult human and their skin was froglike.

"So, what do you think?" One of them asked sounding pleased with himself.

"Are you sure about this idea?" the other asked skeptically. "There were only a few of the skitir and your creation had the element of surprise. If introduced to our planet how do we know that it won't make things worst? I recommend more testing."

"Come now, Ordion," the first said. "Shouldn't you have dropped your petty jealousy of me by now? Just because you flunked out of the university is no reason to condemn my work."

"Remember your place, Esiki," Ordion growled. "I merely have the best interest of our people in mind, not that of my own ego!"

"My ego?" Esiki fumed. "You are not the only one who wants to liberate our planet from the insects! The longer we leave them there the more lives lost!"

Silence followed as the two aliens glared at each other. Finally, Ordion said. "If your creature can survive a few more encounters with the planets skitir, then we will put them into mass production."

"Fine," Esiki said turning to the shadows of the room and watching as his creation emerged. The mass of ivory metal and black chitin held still, the only indication that it was alive was the slow breathing coming from it.

Esiki grinned evilly exposing his sharp teeth.

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Xena gasped as she bolted awake. She glanced around her chamber nervously. The dream had been terrifying and worst yet it wasn't the first one and she suspected it wouldn't be the last. She climbed to her feet as she attempted to recall the nightmare's details.

It had been hunting xenomorphs this time. All the time though it was calling for help even as it ripped through the aliens. It always called for help. But what was it?

Shaking it off, she decided to go to the swimming hole, rather then back to sleep.