IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE. There are two versions of this story, revolving mainly around the lemon scene. The actual word count of the story is roughly 18.3k words, but I decided to make two different lemon scenes, so the word count is inflated. There are two versions of chapter 2, chapter 2A and chapter 2B. Chapter 2A the xenomorph has human anatomy, chapter 2B the xenomorph has a cloaca. Choose whichever one you prefer more, or read both, though do keep in mind the ONLY thing changed between the two chapters is the lemon, and the changes are small.
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Uploaded on 8/19/24.
So, that was it then.
He was the last engineer aboard the Sevastopol space station. His last remaining coworker, a woman named Emma, had not responded to radio calls in two days.
Him and his coworkers had worked tirelessly to keep the station from falling apart, repairing failing systems and trying to keep the air filtration systems working. It was a massive effort for him to keep his sector repaired, but he had been able to do well, despite the hostile gangs and the creatures that roamed the station and had started this entire mess.
He was very proud of the fact that he was able to keep the water system running, and he made sure to take advantage of it after long days working in uncomfortable environments.
It was soon to be all for nothing though. The station was falling out of safe orbit around a gas giant, and it was slowly being pulled closer.
Systems that fueled and operated the thrusters that kept it in safe orbit had failed, and Emma had gone to the lower decks to check on some pumps that supplied fuel to the thrusters. This was two days ago though, and he had not heard from her since.
They had been a massive crew awhile ago, numbering just above 30 for the station, but it had slowly dwindled down as people started disappearing.
He had been trying to get to some control boards that controlled and monitored the station, but he was held back by multiple sealed doors, and hallways that were too rundown to safely pass, some having electrified puddles, and exposed piping sometimes blasting jets of hot steam out.
He raised the radio up, calling in one last time. "Emma, are you there?"
Down in the lower decks, his voice echoed through the halls. The halls were not the typical steel one would expect to see though. The walls and floor were covered in an odd resin, and several egg-like objects were littered all around, some of them spread open.
Next to the radio was one such egg, and next to that was the engineer that the man had been hailing. She would not respond though.
She was bound to the walls, only her head and part of her chest sticking out, the rest of her restrained by the resin. Next to her was a weird, almost crab-like creature, and it was clearly dead. Next to it was a pool of red blood, and just above that was the engineer, her uniform torn open, her exposed ribs and skin jutting through it.
She was dead. She had fallen prey to the creatures that stalked the station, countless other victims lying near her, pained and horrified expressions painted on all their faces. Near the engineer's corpse, sat a jet black creature, with a long, domed head, 4 long tubes jutting out of its back, and a long tail that was piled around it.
It had been listening to the man's voice, silently clutching the radio. She shook, desperately wanting to cry, to call out, but the ability was no longer there. She let out a pained screech, slumping to the ground, letting the radio fall to the ground.
She looked down at her hands, looking at the long, spindly fingers in front of her. There were 6 there, and it felt odd having the 6th one there, almost functioning as an extra thumb.
She looked up at the corpse in front of her, looking at the terrified expression frozen on its face. The pain felt had been unbearable. She had never felt such a horrible pain and terror in her life. She still didn't understand what she was looking at either.
The dead woman in front of her had been her.
She had felt her life slip out of her, watching as a hideous creature emerged from her chest, tearing apart the delicate organs in the process. Then the pain had disappeared, replaced by her taking a deep breath.
She had fallen to the ground, and she hadn't moved since then. Her body had changed violently since then, and she'd now turned into this vicious creature.
She'd seen these things before, she'd seen countless people get taken by them too, along with the aftermath of encounters with them.
And now she was one of them, one of these aliens.
She didn't have a clue why she was one of them either. It terrified her, not knowing what she was supposed to be, what she was supposed to do. Were the other creatures the same? They couldn't be, could they?
She couldn't fathom the thought of a person changing to.. whatever this was... and just deciding to abandon everything and start slaughtering everyone.
She let out another quiet cry, but she shot up as another screech was heard down the hall. She turned, seeing one of those aliens staring at her. Its tail was swishing violently, and its lips started curling back, exposing its sharp teeth, perhaps sensing her weakness, or realizing that she was not a member of its group.
She stood up for the first time, briefly getting confused as she realized she was now a good two feet taller now, but she had no time to focus on that. She turned around, running as fast as she could, trying to make her way through the unfamiliar area.
The creature behind her roared, and then she heard it start giving chase.
She pushed herself as hard as she could, running through various hallways, stepping on a few of those hideous crab creatures in the process, hearing them crunch under her clawed feet. She looked behind her, seeing the creature was almost on top of her, and she panicked.
She felt her tail swipe, and then a pained screech rang out from the creature. It fell to the ground, rolling a few feet, and then it looked at its leg, which was now leaking a green blood.
She glanced down at her tail, seeing that some of that blood was now on it. If she still had eyes, they would have went wide as she watched the blood fall to the ground, melting through the resin and metal below. It seemed to have no effect on her skin though.
The creature got back up and started running towards her again, but the swipe had given her a few extra seconds, and as she ran she recognized the area she was in. She knew where she was now, and she knew where to go.
She ran down a few more halls, and eventually a elevator came into view. Hope coursed through her, and before she even knew what she was doing she had dropped down to all fours. She ran even faster now, her body seeming more suited to running on all fours, and she soon slammed right into the elevator.
Her head hurt now, but she ignored it, pushing herself up and pressing the button on the elevator. The doors started closing, and she watched as the creature let out an angry screech. It dived toward the door, but it shut just in time.
She heard furious roars come from it, and then she heard its claws start slicing at the door. She hurriedly pressed the button to go up, and then the elevator started rising.
She let out a heavy breath, slumping against the corner of the elevator. She pulled her legs in close, wrapping her arms around them. She looked past her legs at the tail that was resting on the ground.
She hadn't been able to use it earlier, but sheer panic and terror had resulted in her body's reflexing kicking in, and it had moved out of instinct. She tried to move her tail again, and she watched in amazement as the blade twitched.
Images of a friend being stabbed by a blade that looked exactly the same as hers flashed through her mind, and she buried her head between her legs, not wanting to look at the appendage anymore.
He had been a fellow engineer, and she remembered very clearly the look on his face when the blade had pierced through his stomach, and she'd watched in horror as he'd been pulled into a vent above them.
So many friends she had lost to these creatures, and she was now one of them. She started shaking again, wanting the whole ordeal to be over. Maybe this whole thing was some horrible fever dream? Maybe the food she'd eaten had been bad, and none of this was real?
She couldn't deceive herself. Dreams weren't this coherent. She was in a nightmare, and it was very much real. She thought back to the engineer that had been calling to her earlier. She and him had been the last ones, all the others had either died or fallen out of contact, and now as far as he knew he was the only one left now.
They both lived on opposite sides of the station so she'd only ever see him when they were in meetings or if they'd been assigned to the same task. Naturally meetings had died out, and they were on opposite sides of the station so meeting up just wasn't possible so she hadn't seen him since the chaos started.
She wished she had talked to him more. She'd wanted to get to know him more, he had seemed nice when she had spoken to him. She so desperately wanted to talk to someone now, she wanted to hold someone to help her get through this awful mess.
She knew it would never happen though, not with her the way she was now. Anyone who saw her would run away, or fire on her.
The elevator door had opened awhile ago, and she slowly uncurled herself, wanting to go back to her room and crawl into her bed and hide. She stood up, nervously looking through the doorway, still not used to the fact that she didn't have to skulk in the shadows anymore. She was the deadliest creature on the station now.
It wasn't embellishment either. She'd talked to security, and she'd seen the videos. Security had tried to fight the creatures, but their weapons did nothing more than make them mad. The hides of the creatures were very strong, and security had nothing more than pistols and shotguns. The pistol rounds tended to ricochet off, and the shotguns just weren't big enough to severely wound the creatures.
She'd been told a group of 10 security officers had tried fighting one of the creatures, and not one of them had made it out alive.
She walked down the hall, nervously looking around, trying to spot any humans or creatures that might be lurking around, but the halls were deathly silent.
She'd walked these halls countless times. They had been full of life awhile ago, but the last several times she'd walked through them there had been no activity at all. She hadn't ever encountered anyone in her side of the station, everyone had either died or left for some other part of the station.
She made her way to her room silently, still clutching her arms to her body, but she let one arm go, extending the fingers to the keypad.
She took great care while pushing the buttons, not wanting to destroy the pad with her claws, and soon the door opened. She quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind her. Inside it was a cluttered mess, various mechanical equipment and food lying around everywhere.
Normally she would have kept it insanely tidy, but she didn't have the choice now.
She made her way over to her bed, quickly climbing into it. The tubes on her back weren't rigid, but it still felt awkward lying on them, and she rolled over onto her side. Next to her she saw a radio, and she reached out to it, but her hand hesitated next to it.
She wanted to hear his voice so bad, but she knew he wouldn't respond, not to a bunch of random hissing and screeching noises.
She retracted her hand, and she turned around, facing away from the radio, not wanting to look at it. She slowly started to lose focus, drifting off to sleep, and her last thoughts were of her wondering what the engineer was doing right now.
The engineer awoke, screaming in terror as he shot out of the bed, desperately reaching for the flashlight he kept next to him. He scanned around the room, breathing heavily, but as he scanned the room he soon settled down.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head back down on the pillow. It had been another nightmare. He hadn't gotten a good nights sleep in days. Every night he was plagued by images of dead coworkers, people of the station, and the aliens that had wiped out almost everyone.
He considered himself fortunate to have never seen one, at least, not its full form. He'd seen people get stabbed by its tail and pulled into vents, and that alone was enough to let him know he never wanted to get face to face with one of them.
He'd seen what had happened to those who did, and it hadn't been pleasant.
He slowly got out of bed, walking over to the lightswitch and turning it on. He looked around the area, seeing it was the same cluttered mess as it was before. Much of it was random tools and equipment, the man never knowing what he would need for his repairs, so he had collected supplies whenever he had come across them.
He made his way back to his bed, glancing up at the vent above him as he went. It had been welded shut a long time ago, a thick metal sheet covering the hole, hopefully enough to stop any of the alien creatures that might try to enter.
Next to his bed were countless food cans and other rations he had scavenged, and he picked up a tiny metal can, hearing some fruits slosh around inside it. Next to the pile of food was the radio, the man looking down at it, sighing.
He made his way to the small kitchen, grabbing a spoon and then making his way over to the couch, sitting down on it and opening the can. He quietly set into it, no music or TV around to keep him entertained. He did have access to them, but he didn't dare use them, lest he attract the attention of any aliens, or survivors who would wish to do him harm.
Despite the dire circumstances, people still refused to get along. Some people had formed groups and armed themselves, taking control of certain areas, and firing on anyone that got close or even tried to talk to them.
It made his life very difficult, he could not keep the station alive if he was too busy fending off the people he was trying to keep alive.
As he ate his meal he picked up his tablet, opening up some menus that showed him status of various equipment. It wasn't perfect, many of the sensors on the equipment had failed, or were in bad condition, and he didn't have very many to spare, but it let him roughly know what was going on in his area.
The air conditioning seems to have failed at some point, the tablet was reading red on its status. He hoped it wouldn't be anything major, there were multiple systems that relied on the cooling to stay operational.
The heating wasn't doing too great either, the status there was showing yellow. He tapped on it, and it brought up more information. The filters were going bad on the main unit. Fuck. He didn't have any spare filters to replace them.
He decided to look at some other sectors to see how they were doing. The first one he pulled up was Emma's. It wasn't technically hers alone, originally there had been four engineers total, but she had been the only one left, and now she was gone too.
We all recorded what repairs and maintenance we did throughout the day, and we logged it in the system. Three logs hadn't been updated in weeks, and Emma's hadn't been updated in three days.
As he scrolled through other sectors he saw the sorry state the station was in. Several systems simply had no information available, likely because the sensors had been destroyed, or because the entire system had been destroyed.
It was a daily ritual for him. Every day he checked the other sectors, and he checked the update logs of every one of them too. Emma's was the only one that had recent activity, all the other ones were long dormant.
He wanted to think that maybe a few of them had just given up on updating the log, but the evidence was clear. They had either all died, or hadn't been repairing anything. His sector and Emma's were the only ones that still had most of their systems working.
He finished his meal, throwing the empty can into a box full of other empty cans and packages tucked away in a corner. He slowly stood up, setting the tablet on the couch, and then he made his way back over to his bed, where he kept most of his clothing.
He stooped down, grabbing a tool belt, and then he slipped a padded jacket over himself. There was a revolver sitting on the bed and he grabbed it, tucking it in his pants. He grabbed some various other tools he thought he might need for the day, and then he made his way to the door.
He leaned against it, listening for any footsteps or noises, but he heard nothing. He then looked into the little peephole that was on the door, and he could see no one there either.
He pulled the pistol out with his right hand, and then he used his left hand to slowly open the door, turning the circular handle as quietly as he could. As the door opened he kept his revolver aimed at the opening, but there was no one around.
He opened it all the way and he hesitantly stepped out, looking down both ways of the hall, seeing nothing. He waited a few more seconds, his heart pounding, and then he shut the door behind himself.
He had figured out the safest routes to most systems in his sector long ago, but he never knew if any Aliens were skulking about, or if there were any survivors that might gun him down. He looked at the wiring and piping lining the hall as he went, taking note of their current state and if they needed repairs or not.
He made sure to keep his revolver aimed in front of him all the while, the hammer cocked back, only a tiny squeeze of the trigger being needed to fire it.
He slowly made his way through the halls, walking slow and moving as quiet as possible, occasionally stopping to listen for any movement. After about 30 minutes of walking he finally made his way to where he needed to be.
The heating and cooling systems were both placed in the same room, for ease of repairs, and since they used similar equipment. The door was sealed shut, but the man knew the combination to it, and after looking to make sure no one was nearby he entered it in, the door sliding open.
He looked into the room, aiming his revolver into it, but there was no activity. He quickly stepped inside, sealing the door behind him. He turned, looking at the massive machinery in front of him, deciding to look at the air conditioning system first.
He went over to a panel, unscrewing it, and he could immediately see what the problem was. Several lines and cables had been burnt to a crisp.
"Aw, fuck."
He shut down the power to the system, and then he ripped the ruined mess of cables out, tossing them to the ground. It was all melted together so he couldn't tell what had gone wrong, but if had to guess there had been a fault in one of the lines. It didn't seem like anything else had been damaged, and he was glad for that.
He made his way over to a storage cabinet, grabbing out several replacement lines, and connections, since those had been fried too.
It took a mind numbing hour to replace everything and make sure everything was wired right, but once he got everything fixed he turned the power back on, and much to his relief he heard the cooling system start working again.
He sighed, turning to look at the heating system now. The tablet had said the filters were the problem, so that's what he looked at first. Sure enough, when he pulled them out, he saw that they were almost completely caked through with dust and other crap.
He dragged his hand along the surface of the filter, peeling off a bunch of dust, only to reveal more dust that was embedded deep in the filter. He would have to try to clean them. He didn't even know if they could be cleaned, or if the heating system would even tolerate it, but he had no choice.
The system wouldn't last long if the filters weren't in place, and he didn't have the time to constantly take the machine apart to clean it. He turned the heating system off, knowing the area would be fine for awhile without the heating, and he started making his way back to his room, filters in hand.
They were big and uncomfortable, so he needed to use both hands to carry them, the engineer even more nervous now, not having his revolver at the ready to protect himself.
Thankfully there was nothing that stopped him, although the walk did take considerably longer with the filters. He made his way back into his room, sealing the door shut, then he made his way over to the bathroom, looking down at the bathtub.
He turned the hot water on, stepping back out to bring the filters in. There were four of them total, each one almost chest height, and each one about the length of his shoulders.
The tub was full enough now to start cleaning the filters, and he threw the first one in, the water instantly starting to turn black as it soaked through the filter. He set to work, taking a soft sponge to it, trying to clean it as best he could with what little resources and knowledge he had on the matter.
He knew that filters could be cleaned with chemical baths, but he had no idea what those chemicals would be, or even how to use them, so this was the best he could do. It was little more than a bandaid fix, but he had no other choices, there were no spare filters left that he knew of.
It was a long, tedious, and thankless chore. It took him several hours to finish cleaning them, the engineer having to be careful not to tear apart the delicate fibers of the paper. Even after several hours, the filters still didn't look good, but it was the best he was going to be able to do.
He sighed, falling back away from the tub, the sponge falling from his aching hands. "Damn these fucking things."
He sat there for a few seconds, letting his sore muscles relax for a bit, but eventually he groaned, pushing himself off the ground. He lazily scooped up the 4 filters, and then he made his way out of the room.
Once again, the walk back to the heating system was quiet, much to his relief, and eventually he was back there slotting the filters back in to place. He turned the system back on, and then he made his way back to his room.
He walked through the halls quietly, the man a bit more relieved now to be able to hold his revolver again. He made it to the last hallway and he could see the the entrance to his room recessed in the wall.
He looked behind him, standing still, listening for anyone that was coming. He heard something weird in the distance, and he turned his weapon, aiming down the hallway as he slowly backed up. The noise started getting closer, and he realized it was thumping. More alarming though, was the realization that the thumping noises were coming from above him, and they were getting very close.
His eyes widened as he looked at the vent a little ways away in front of him. The aliens used the vents to move around. And then it appeared, the engineer watching a domed head poke out from the opening.
He started breathing heavily, his eyes wide as he started backing up faster, keeping his revolver trained on it. He threw himself off to the side, into the recessed opening of another room, and he noticed he was shaking as he hid.
He risked a glance out from the cover, and caught the creature in all its glory. It stood 7 or 8 feet tall, a long, winding tail sitting on the ground behind it. It was digitigrade, walking on two feet, the man seeing that both its arms and feet were tipped with sharp claws.
He pulled himself back, and turned to the door, messing with the keypad. His hands shook as he desperately pushed in the skeleton key passcode that the engineers had if they needed to access rooms to repair stuff.
He grimaced as the door opened with a whoosh, and quickly pushed himself inside, sealing the door behind him. He heard a roar as the door closed, and then he shuddered as he heard claws tearing at the metal of the door.
An irritated and annoyed hiss could be heard from behind the door, and then he heard it start walking away. He let out a breath he'd been holding, slumping against the door.
He sat there breathing heavily for a few seconds, but then his breath caught as he heard thumping coming from above him. He looked up, seeing a vent in the center of the room, and this one did not have a metal sheet covering it.
He gasped, kicking himself up and pressing the button on the keypad to open the door. It opened just as he heard a thump behind him, and he quickly grabbed the metal frame of the door with his hand, pulling himself through it.
He heard a monstrous screech come from behind him, and as he pressed the button to close the door he heard a heavy thud against the door. A pained hiss came from it, the man staring at the door for a second before running away.
He heard the scuttling of the alien climbing back in to the vent just as he reached his room. He hurriedly put in his code and then he ran inside, sealing the door. He leaned against the door, his eyes wide as he listened for anything.
The scuttling in the vents stopped, and after a few seconds he heard the footsteps of the alien coming closer. He sat completely still, waiting for the creature to stop at his door.
He heard a low growl come from it as it walked, and as he listened his head slowly turned, following the sound of its footsteps, his breath still held as he heard it walk past his door.
As its footsteps receded into the distance he leaned his head against the door, breathing again. His first time encountering the alien, and he had been mere seconds from dying. If he had taken just a little bit longer putting the filters back in place he would have been turned to ground beef by this creature.
He'd seen the results of what had happened to people who had encountered the creature, and most of the people had to be identified by their ID cards, their faces and most of their body too mangled to find out who they were without the cards.
He'd had a deathgrip on his revolver the entire time, and he slowly loosened his grip on it, unsteadily walking to his bed. He uncocked the revolver, setting it on the table.
He was still shaking as he glanced over at his couch where he had left the tablet. He suddenly realized that it was very likely the shutdowns and activations of the cooling and heating systems that had attracted the alien.
He would have to be more careful in the future, maybe spread the work out over a longer time period to ensure he didn't make as much noise.
He grabbed a food can next to his bed, and he walked over to the couch, sitting down on it. He looked down at the can, watching his hand still shake a bit, and he decided to set the can down, picking up the tablet instead.
He opened up his sector, adding in his repairs to the notes section. As he usually did he started looking through the other sectors, seeing if anything had been updated. As he expected, most of the zones showed no new progress.
he opened up Emma's zone, his eyes having to stare at it for a few seconds before he realized a report had been put in. "What the hell?"
He pulled the tablet closer, raising his other hand up to hold it, his eyes wide as he looked it over.
'Fuel Pumps Non-Operational, Additional Equipment Needed To Fix'
He stared at the tablet, breathing heavily for a few seconds before he glanced over at the radio that was lying next to his bed. He threw the tablet on to the couch, standing up and running over to the radio.
He grabbed it, fumbling with it for a few seconds before he finally got a good grip on it. "Emma! Emma, are you there? I saw your report, can you pick up?"
At the other end of the station, Emma listened to it forlornly. She looked down at the radio in her hands, her finger hovering over the button to speak into it.
"Emma...?" There was a short pause before she heard a sigh come through the radio. "Well, don't know if you're there or not, hopefully you are. I finally had my first run in with one of the aliens today."
Her head shot up as she heard that, and she pulled the radio a bit closer to her.
"Damn thing nearly got me. I think it was because I was repairing some systems, must've gotten attracted by the noise."
She looked over at the tablet that was nearby, lifting it up and pulling up the sector that he was in. She saw that he had repaired the heating and cooling systems.
"I'm uh... I'm gonna try to get to the control boards again tomorrow, hopefully they'll have more information about what's going on with the station... Well... I'm gonna go to sleep, have a good night."
She set her other hand on the radio, pulling it close to her and letting out a pained screech. She wanted to talk to him so badly. A thought suddenly came to her and she quickly picked up the tablet, pulling up the notes for her sector.
Normally she would have been reprimanded for using the reports for simple communication, but there was no one left to reprimand her, and she doubted anyone would even try to considering she was now a massive killing machine.
She typed into the tablet. 'Radio broken, cannot talk on it. Can help with getting to control board.'
She sent the message, and then set the tablet down. The system was very slow, and it could very well take awhile for it to send, plus he was likely in bed now. Hopefully he would look at it in the morning.
She was lying in her bed too, but she couldn't sleep just yet. She was thinking about how to fix the pumps. She had gone down there again, and she had realized why they hadn't been working. The resin had jammed everything up.
She had tried to destroy the resin, but it had proved too strong even for her new found strength. She knew the other engineer had a lot of equipment over at his sector, maybe he had some tools that would get through the resin. She made a low hiss, trying to stop thinking, tucking herself into the bed, trying to go to sleep, knowing she would have to get up early tomorrow.
She had to make her way all across the station to get to the engineer and make sure he was safe. She would have to meet him eventually, and she dreaded how it would go.
She pushed her thoughts to the side, letting her mind go blank, rolling around in the bed for a bit before slowly falling to sleep.