Ripley opened her eyes to darkness, disoriented for only the briefest moment before she remembered...
She had escaped the Auriga before it had broken apart in Earth's atmosphere. Then, with Call, Johner, and Vriess, she had crash-landed the Betty on what they had thought was a desolate island...but in a matter of minutes, they were surrounded by soldiers.
The Betty crew was then transported to an underground facility - an old mine that had been reappropriated for military use. Ripley had been separated from everyone else and thrown in a cell. And while she knew she could easily break out, she was curious to see what was going to happen.
She sensed these military men were different than the ones who had created her. They looked hard and rugged, not soft and weak like General Perez had been. They had a particular lilt to their speech that Ripley knew from her genetic memories was an Australian accent. Interesting. What was Australian military doing on this little island? And why hadn't they immediately turned Ripley and the others over to the United Systems Military? Perhaps there was a little conflict between them. She might be able to use that to her advantage.
Ripley turned her thoughts to more pressing matters. By her senses, she knew that it had been a week since the Auriga was torn apart. She also knew that all the xenomorphs had had died from the heat of atmospheric reentry...but there were hundreds of frozen eggs that had not. She had a feeling that those eggs would find suitable hosts. It was only a matter of when.

Blinding lights snapped on, and Ripley jumped to her feet as the door to her cell swung open. A man in tan fatigues strode in, flanked by two armed soldiers. The man had a leathery face with dark, probing eyes and a deep-set scowl. A thin mustache accentuated his frown.
"I'm Colonel Harris," he said flatly, clearly making the introduction with reluctance. "I assume you know why we set you apart from the others."
Ripley shrugged. "Not really, no."
"Your fingerprints identified you as an officer, and the the others were nothing more than pirates. We've questioned them about what happened on the Auriga, and why they crashed here. They only gave us a crazy horror story about dragon aliens and monsters with acid blood that burst out from people's chests. Just a load of crock from a bunch of drugged up criminals, if you ask me."
"And you think an officer might give a clearer insight into what happened?" Ripley guessed.
"Under normal circumstances I would expect it. But seeing as you've been hanging around with these criminals, I can only assume your integrity would be compromised somehow. What I did come to ask, is how you managed to falsify your fingerprints to link to the service records of a woman who's been dead for 200 years. I've never seen that one before."
Ripley looked at him, unflinching under his steely glare.
"The same way the dragon aliens with acid blood were made," she said evenly. "You might even say we're related."
Harris's eyes seemed to probe her, like he was looking for any indication of a lie.
Ripley didn't budge.
Harris's scowl deepened. "Very well. You don't want to talk to me - I understand. You criminals are all the same. A few more days in lockup might change your mind."
He turned to leave, but Ripley called after him.
"Perhaps you might get some answers by running a genetic test on me. You know, to figure out how I faked my fingerprints and all."
The Colonel only grunted, and was gone.

Steelbourne Offshore Shipping Facility

Zorphus was woken by the sound of something tearing, followed by a high-pitched screech. He opened his one free eye, confused but strangely at peace. He sat up on the medical table, casting his vision over the bodies of the doctor and other medical assistants. Something was bursting out of their chests in a spatter of blood and gore. They looked like snaky lizards or little dinosaurs. They were covered in blood, and immediately began tearing into the flesh of their hosts to feed. Perhaps his thoughts were confused with the nervous system of the facehugger, but for some reason Zorphus thought these little creatures were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. It was like he could feel them, these newborn children. He could feel their precious little minds, unfocused and lost without a queen, a mother. He slowly slid off the table and approached them.

"Come to me," he thought. "And I will protect you. I will be your father."

The little xenomorphs stopped their feeding to look at him. They sensed the facehugger attached to him. They decided he was kin. They approached him and crouched at his feet, waiting for his thoughts. He told them to eat and grow. There were plenty of other humans here. He would make sure they had enough meat.