Alien - Revival

April 21,2012

I probably should've said this in the beginning, but I do not own any part of Alien, Predator, or the Crossover series. I just want to honor the great sci-fi fantasy, and perhaps add more dimensions to it in the process. This hopefully will sooth some of your advanced questions, as the ideas in this expanded mine. Enjoy-LongLoreLover

Dallas gasps finally slow as he slumbers in an abandoned building. Dark blood hangs from the ceiling, but he slumbers in the doorway, afraid that he will not see an Alien, crawling above, ready to grab him, to impregnate him. Since he left the soldiers, he hitched several rides and that brought him through Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, and finally into Ohio. There, the infestation had not reached, but Dallas was taking no chances. He stole a face mask, bought a .9 inch revolver with thirty rounds, and a sack to hide his standard-issue M16 Assault Rifle. He also bought a bottle of chilli sauce to cause heart-burn in case he gets the alien embryo inside him. Hopefully, it's not capable of surviving stomach acid. On the other hand, it'd probably melt inside him, killing too. But these thoughts were long over for Dallas, and he awoke when an icy pelt of hail hit him in the head.

The storm had been going on for over two weeks, and meteorologists everywhere were stumped. In certain areas, Katrina-Wind Hurricanes raged, completely decimating areas like New Orleans and most of Florida. Other places, like Seattle, got over eighty feet worth of water, sending dams into oblivion. Widespread floods had spread all the way down to Idaho, and the southernmost point of Oregon. Scientists were baffled, and no one could tell how Ohio was the only place without rain or storms. The real reason however, was because the top-secret institute of Weyland-Yutani Space, Science, and Weapons Industries was housed there. Of course, no one would ever figure they were causing the storm.

Unless you worked there of course.

The whole company was housed in one area, covering 20 miles above ground, and over three hundred miles underground. Thousands of hallways, tens of elevators, and almost three thousand guards who positioned throughout the complex, although only the executives had ever seen the complex in its fullest. The front gate was fairly ordinary, with only two guards and a booth to see if you had an appointment. If you did, you could pass, but if the guards had the feeling you were checking out the defenses, they let you pass. Only to shoot you when your back was turned. All your records would then be erased, and your last coordinates would be that you were on a cruise headed for the Bermuda Triangle.

Once you got passed( and wasn't dead), you were confronted with a massive building, titled in big, red letters : Weyland-Yutani Industries( Building a Better World for us all.

Inside was a thirty-thousand dollar marble floor, of black. It looked like it could've been Obsidian, but it was black marble. Rarer than most things because it was fully natural, the 300x100x20 foot block housed an impressive array of plants, security cameras, people, and most importantly, the information desk. At the information desk this day was a woman dressed entirely in black. Black blouse, black suit, black knee-skirt, black high heels with black, speckled diamonds, black shades, and black earrings. Her hair was even black! In one hand was a next three generation smartphone with holographic touch screens and built in AI to house voice commands. It also came with a taser, tracking device, and gyro-gps, which allowed you to be found based on where you are, pinpointed to altitude, longitude, latitude, and movement. In the woman's other hand was a black suitcase, with a sheen that could only be matched by metal. The woman at the front desk looked up and was jumped, startled by the individual before her.

"Hello Laurein. I trust you have my papers for me?" the woman said. Her voice was thick, yet smooth. It was knowledgeable, and the voice of someone you wouldn't want as your enemy.

"Ms. Yutani! Ah yes hello good morning. Um yes I have your papers for you right here. You also have a two o'clock appointment in the Executive Room. And Mr. Rolest also wants you to bring your suitcase with you, instead of putting it in your safe."

Laurein handed a stack of papers, bound in tire-rubber band. Yutani nodded politely and then walked off to the elevator. There, she took out her hand and put it on the door, which opened immediately. This stopped unauthorized personnel, or spies to get into the elevator, because a different one comes depending on your fingerprint, which can be changed depending on your clearance level. As a green elevator opened, looked around, to make sure she was alone. Then she elongated her nails, and tore off her face. The mask came off, revealing a Pred-Alien face, with some differences. The eyes were that of a Predators, and unlike the slits most Pred-Aliens have. Her bun fell off, and a wealth of dreads fell down, no longer suspended in her hollow bun. She breathed in the air deeply, as an Alien Queen would, and hissed lowly. Being in that mask was suffocating, and she was plagued with having to live in a world populated with humans. Uhuhhhh, how beautiful it would be to feed more than twice a week.

Sometimes, the cravings became so much she fed while public, inviting a man or cook or anyone outback. Now however, she could exist and not have to put that abysmal mask on for a couple hours. Yutani secretly thanked John Rolest for his telepathic abilities; he always could tell how she was feeling. This meeting would surely serve all the flesh she'd been craving. And she had some things to tell him. Walking forward, she boarded the elevator, and hit the Executive Room button.

The room was already full of all thirty executives when Yutani walked in. Some of them turned their heads as always, while the others' faces switched to horrified. On at the head of table smiled and stood. His pressed black tuxedo and pants gleamed from the pure silk, and his $80,000 shoes shimmered as he walked, his steps fluid and silent. He moved over to Yutani and smiled. "It's good to see you my dear. Please sit. The meeting is now able to start." he said charmingly. His voice was that of an honest gentleman, who knew he was rich and was full of self-esteem. Yutani obliged with a soft growl, and then took her seat right next to . A platter of blood-red meat moved towards her, with some skulls, bones, and skin still attached. The guests gagged, but Yutani's mouth salivated more than usual.

The food was raw, but fresh, and Yutani could smell no impurities in the blood. She turned to Rolest, who simply answered, "We all deserve the best. We're rich enough, aren't we?" Many people nodded in agreement, but then turned away as Yutani started to feed. Her mandibles closed around the food while her teeth shredded it apart. She ate with gusto, and the platter was done in half a minute. Rolest snapped his fingers for more, and sipped some of his vintage 1920 White Olive Wine. Another platter returned, a bowl of fingers and one one whole leg, but Yutani waved for Rolest to start, almost slicing her head in the process with her six inch claws. Rolest stood, his wine in hand, and announced, "Thank you, all of you, for joining me and here today. Your contributions to this company are what made you billionares over-night, and helped us push the barriers so now, we have more information about the cosmos than NASA."

Rolest clapped, and the room followed, transfixed by his charisma and voice. Of course, it was also his powers that allowed him to have his hold. All they had to do was get sucked in. Yutani chewed another finger and turned back to Rolest, who was now talking about how what they were doing here today.

"I called you here today because we have found other life in the Universe, besides Miss Yutani of course. Thanks to our storm pods, no one knows that the Nuke that hit Gunnison, Colorado was a dud. I mean sure, the explosion was real, but for years, the Weapons division has been creating a weapon that can do all the damage of a Nuke to those outside of it, but protect those inside. Therefore, Gunnison was spared, but the survivors think it is gone. The storm is fiercest there, so none can venture back to find out the truth. However, Miss Yutani's race has expanded past the borders due to a new queen. Now, they are spread out through ten states, and quickly growing. By the end of this month, they should've have taken up a permanent colony in Colorado, Wyoming, Idaho, Nevada, Oklahoma, Kanas, and Arkansas. The Storm Pods will have ended by then, and the world will soon find a good sixth of America to be colonized by Alien control. They will nuke all the areas, and that will be end of it, except these Xenomorphs dig, and so move through underground passages. Because of this, not all of them will die, and they will continue to spread while a good portion of American remains uninhabitable.

The main problem however, is that a group of Predators have landed on Earth." Yutani's heard perked up, and she growled angrily. Everyone jolted out of their trances, and were scared to see Yutani angrily. The Yautija had been hunting Yutani and her brethren for centuries, ever since a lab accident allowed them to escape scientific research. Once they had lost the trail of Predators, Yutani had thought lifetime of running was over. It was her who entered the pyramids so long ago and freed her brethren while killing the Youngling Yautija. Without their plasma weapons, their fighting skills were no match for her. Now, those who followed the Elite Predator must be part of his clan, and for him to have gone meant he was the most expendable, and worst fighter. These new Predators would be harder, and driven by rage. What if they go back to Gunnison, as weather was nothing for Yautija? What if the Predator comes to retrieve his weapon? Yutani's grip on the suitcase tightened while Rolest continued, "They will most likely come for the Plasma Gun, and we have yet to isolate its power source, it can only be activated by a Predator, or the first organic thing that touches it.

Our sources tell us that Dallas Krofen last touched it, and so, I ask that all of you make Dallas the most wanted thing on this planet. The Predators will come here, and so this place will be on lock-down. Do not return here until I call for you, and take care." The meeting was over.

Gunnison, Colorado-

Winds rage like Katrina was by them. All the buildings are weathered and flooded, but still there for the most part. The force of the explosion killed the humans, who now lay thirteen feet underwater. But Predators are made of sturdier stuff. The Twins trudge through the rain and wind, their masks switched to infra-red to Electro-magnectic vision, which highlights Xenomorphs. The is rich in green as the chain reactions from the Storm Pods fuel the storm, increasing its intensity every two hours, and range by twenty miles. The Twins come to the hospital and stop, recognizing it from Wolf's vision. The first eight floors are flooded, so the Twins scale it to the roof, wishing to give their brother a proper burial.

A waterfall flows off the sides of the hospital as the rain continues. The Twins reach the top in under a minute, and weave in between the pipes, switching to heat vision. Predators always have heat even when dead, so Wolf automatically shows up, still. However, a faint heartbeat sounds in the Twins' masks and so they stop. One of them stoop down immediately and grasp Wolf flinching as they come in contact with his cold skin, taking one of their heat packs and placing it on his chest. He shivers and a faint growl erupts from him. His eyes are still closed, so the one of the Twins take off their mask and put it on his face, keeping the water out of his system while they work on him.

One of them stick him with an anesthetic, driving it into his chest too. His chest shoots up, the whole in his chest opening up. Wolf groans lowly and the Twins start to get rid of the infection in his chest. For about ten minute, they address his shoulders and chest, repairing the armor and skin. Finally, one of them take off their Plasma Caster and break it apart, shifting it into a flat pad of metal with a trigger. They put it on Wolf's chest, which is rising faster and faster. And with a pull of the trigger, they send out an energy pulse. Wolf's chest rises so high it seems like his chest might crack and the bones, splinter. Then it sinks, and Wolf is still, the wind and rain whistling around the trio. One of the Twins retrieve its mask from Wolf, exposing his face, while the other Twin switches the pad back into a Plasma Caster. And, an instant later, Wolf's eyes fly open, pure rage mixture with a sudden flash of pain. His mandibles and mouth fly open, and he roars into the sky, as an appropriately-timed lightning strike crackles. The Twins watch wordlessly as Wolf rises, swaying ever so slightly. He rips the heat pack off his chest and throws it to the ground, it's depleted. Then he goes about retrieving his weapons. The Spiral Shuriken(it spins but becomes larger as it does), whip, combat belt, and spear. He starts for his gun but remembers that the human took it. Finally, he settles for his mask. It's an inch underwater, but waterproof and undamaged. Wolf bows low, picks it up, and with four fingers on each side and thumbs out, puts the mask on. There's a small pop, and then the mask settles on, wires attaching to his neck as the regulator draws CO2 out of the air for him to take long breaths. Once ready, Wolf strides over to the side of the hospital, and looks down at the devastation. The other Predators come up on his side flanks, and they gaze down with him.

"How long was I claimed by darkness?" Wolf asked.

"Thirteen weeks, by Earth's measure." Both the Twin's say simultaneously.

Wolf nods calmly, and asks his next question.

"Where are Headbutt and Falcon?"

"Headbutt has swung around to track any aliens that ventured east while Falcon split off from us three days ago. We were originally traveling to what the fleshlings call, Ohio, but we decided to come and give you a warriors' burial. Now, Headbutt is calling us to Kentucky as the Serpents are setting up multiple bases. We are starting to think that more Yautija must interfere, otherwise this world is doomed."

"Then let us meet with him. Has Falcon been notified?" Wolf asked, and One of the Twins bend over their gauntlet. He looks back up. "He does now. His location is the forest of Nebraska."

"Then let us go." And the Predators leap from the roof, disappearing in mid-air as another lightning strike illuminates their forms like they were ghosts. The bolt ends, and the Predators vanish from world of sight.