Elder Claw walked up to Vale. Vale stood his ground calmly. Humans were crafty and cunning, that's how they survive. They didn't pick fights they couldn't win. If they did, they died. This one was strong and brave, even honorable. Elder Claw turned on a voice translator in his helmet.

"I am Elder Bone Claw, what is your name, Blooded Human?"

"Vale Vena."

"Vale Vena, what is it you desire from this battle? It surely isn't to hunt like us, no?"

"I desire a cure to my daughter's disease and a way back home."

"The way back home can be obtained with the honor you've attained in this battle, as for the cure to your daughter's disease, only more honor can be earned for that."

Vale thought about it for a moment. He looked resolutely at the Yautja before him. It was a look Elder Claw liked.

"I wish to earn more honor."

"Very well, Blooded Vena."

The six went back up to the Yautja Ship. Armed Synths arrived and looked at the sight before them. Bodies of Xenomorphs littered the ground and there was acid everywhere. There were even two bodies of a Xenomorph Queen.

Ceri looked at the sight through a monitor, if what was before her a Yautja hunt, then it was without a doubt the greatest hunt she had ever seen. Counting the bodies, they numbered around two hundred.

"Track down any remaining Xenomorphs and find their hives."

The Armed Synths obeyed and searched around. Ceri relaxed in her chair. It seemed she wouldn't have to worry about Xenomorph attacks for a while. However, she would have to make sure no new Queens showed up from Praetorians or Royal Facehugger.

The Armed Synths soon found two hives. Xenomorphs in the hive were quickly gunned down by the Synths. Most of the Xenomorphs in the hives were Runners or Workers. It seemed their main force had died at the battle sight.

The Synths found many human survivors in the hive. Ceri held back her disgust. Some survivors were already hosts while others weren't. Ceri gave a cold order.

"Kill those who are hosts."

The Synths didn't hesitate and started killing hosts. Many hosts protested but were quickly killed. No one on the ship around Ceri protested, they all knew what it meant to have a Chestburster inside you. There was no surviving it without a miracle.

The freed humans were interrogated by the Synths. Ceri gathered the information collected and combined them. It seemed the survivors had been sent onto the planet by the Yautjas. Yautjas didn't directly attack humans unless they were hunting. It seemed to have been because of trespassing. This part of space was uncharted after all. If she got off this planet, she would have to report this part of space as Yautja territory to the higher-ups. The higher-ups would probably have to weave a lie to deter people from trespassing.

One of the survivors by the name of Sansa spoke of something strange. She spoke of a Xenomorph that seemed to be a Praetorian with four arms. The woman said she only spotted the four-armed Praetorian once. Was the Yautja perhaps breeding a new type of Xenomorph?

The survivors were led back to the fallen Weyland Ship by the Synths. Many of them were malnourished. They were glad to finally have some food. Ceri ate her own meal in silence. It was a sludge that tasted decent enough with high amounts of nutrients. One of her attendants came up to her with a report. The attendant looked very excited.

"Captain, our distress signal is no longer being blocked."

Ceri's eyes widened and narrowed. It seemed the Yautjas were letting them go. Perhaps it was a trap, but most likely not, since they were creatures of honor. It seemed they had gotten what they wanted from this planet, the four-armed Xenomorph perhaps?

Once Ceri reported what had happened on this planet to the higher-ups, she was sure they would send more people to investigate. Maybe that was what the Yautjas wanted. She would have to think this through.

What Ceri didn't know was that the signal was still being blocked. The Yautjas would never let them leave since Ceri would report what had happened on the planet. An investigation would come which would bother the Yautja's hunt for the four-armed Xenomorph.

A man who was in charge of the distress signal stood up. Captain Ceri had killed his wife who was a host in cold blood. He didn't even get to say goodbye to his wife. Captain Ceri would pay for what she did, he'd make sure of that.

Far away in a dark cave, Tanya touched the vertical scar on the left side of her face. It had already healed. Xenomorphs had high regeneration after all. The scar made her long lost scars ached.

Silence hung in the air and Tanya let her thoughts run. She was a freak alien that was a killing machine. What did she want to do with this life? What did she want to do other than survive? If she only tried to survive every day, she would be no better than an animal. There had to be something more to this life. But did there actually have to be? Of course not, she could simply do as she pleases.

What she wanted right now was a nice cup of coffee and relaxation by the beach. She had all the time she needed and wanted. Except for when those aliens might show up again. Tanya opened her jaw and ate Royal Jelly along with alloys along the cave walls. She had seen how the Praetorians were made by the Workers. If she was successful, her chance of surviving an encounter with those aliens again would be higher. Going into hibernation, Tanya fell asleep. Tomorrow, she would be stronger.