Aliens: New World

---- Canterlot Science Pavilion, Equestria----

“You'll do fine my little pony.” A warm loving voice said to the nervous lavender coated unicorn. The voice belonged to the regal alicorn by the name of Princess Celestia.

“B-But Princess, what if something goes wrong? What if I do something wrong? What if I find killer aliens that eat ponies? What if it destroys Canterlot? What if-” The unicorn's nervous rant was cut off as the ivory alicorn said assuredly,

“I have thought of these outcomes myself, and I have taken the necessary precautions. The pavilion will be protected by my finest guards. You mustn't dwell on the “what ifs” they can overcome your sense of reason.” As she said this, she pulled back the red curtain behind them ever so slightly. On the other side, hundreds of ponies waited anxiously to see what the unicorn was going to unveil. “It'll be okay Twilight.” Celestia said to the unicorn. “You'll do great.” She added warmly, before giving the young unicorn an encouraging push towards the curtain.

Twilight took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the stage, which was clear, save for a small table for anything she found. She was met with a formal applause as she took a small bow, hiding her nervousness. “Good evening everypony!” She said, projecting her voice towards the ponies in the back. “As many of you know, I recently discovered, what may possibly be, a passageway to other universes.” She said, making sure to sound confident in herself. “These other universes, are essentially alternate realities. Some of them are thousands of years in the future, some are thousands of years in the past, and some are in present day. But all of them, are different. Whether it be something as small as reading a novel or not, each universe is different.” She explained. “Tonight, I will be demonstrating this.” She said, waiting for the murmurs to die down. Twilight looked at the front row, where her six friends, along with the two princesses and her brother, along with his wife, Cadence sat. How Celestia managed to get there, she didn't know, nor did she question it; she had much more important things to worry about.

The second Princess, Luna, sat to Celestia's right on a soft mat. Luna was a few years younger than Celestia, and it showed. To Celestia's left, sat Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Spike, Princess Cadence, and Shining Armor. All of them, aside from Spike her number one assistant and baby dragon, Cadence and Shining Armor, were wielders of the Elements of Harmony. The Elements were used to banish evil from their land of Equestria. Shining Armor was Twilight's older brother, and captain of the Celestial Royal Guard. He was currently off duty to attend Twilight's unveiling, with his wife Cadence, Twilight's former foalsitter. Spike gave her a reassuring thumbs up, and Applejack gave her a confident wink.

Twilight gave a wink back, small enough that nopony else saw it, then backed away the crowd, and lowering her horn towards the center of the stage. Her horn lit a dazzling purple, intensifying and becoming more spherical. With a bright purple flash, a small note dropped from thin air in the direction she was pointing.

Twilight felt a wave of disappointment, fear, and anxiety flood through her as she watched the small letter fall to the ground.

---- Insurgent Complex, planet BG64----

“Fall back to checkpoint delta, and rendezvous with Beta team!” A voice shouted through staff sergeant Mack Tiberius' headset. The voice belonged to 2nd lieutenant James Macklin, the mission controller for the operation.

“You heard the LT! Styles, lay down suppressing fire, and follow up behind!” Tiberius shouted to his squad as he brought his M41A pulse rifle up over the concrete barrier and fired off a three round burst in the direction of the insurgents. Private first class Thomas Styles leaned out from behind a large indigenous tree, and started spraying with his smartgun. Despite his strong build and aggressive appearance, Styles was a geek at heart. A small disc with “Old Skool” below it was painted on his chest plate, further proving his geekiness. That didn't stop him from blasting an insurgent to bits with his smargun. The paramilitary complex was surrounded by dense jungle, effectively blocking the APC from entering. The insurgents had obtained advanced military hardware, and were threatening to use it on one of Wayland Yutani's freighter ships.

“Shit! Samuels got hit!” Private Katie Houston shouted as she ducked behind the overturned husk of a jeep, private Flag Samuels dead in the dirt next to her. Katie had short golden blond hair, with small brown highlights, though it was hidden by her helmet. Samuels' helmet lay in the dirt next to him, a large hole in the front. “Damn-it, sniper!” She shouted again, as she attempted to break cover, but was pushed back as a high caliber round slammed into the ground in front of her.

“Roger that! Hudson! Get on it!” Tiberius ordered as he nailed an insurgent who had darted from cover in an attempt to reach the relative safety of a concrete block of a building.

Over the sound of pulse rifle rounds, and Styles' smartgun, a loud blast echoed off the trees as Tiberius saw a man careen over the edge of a small platform, high in one of the surrounding trees.

“Nailed it.” Private First Class Riley Hudson said, as he worked the bolt of his M64B sniper rifle. “Uh, sir I think... Oh fuck!” Hudson screamed as, overhead, an RPG raced towards the rock outcrop he was perched on. Hudson's scream was abruptly cut short as the grenade detonated on the outcrop and blasted it to pieces.

“Hudson's down!” Tiberius shouted, as more and more insurgents were streaming from buildings. He watched Houston dart over to where he was kneeling. “Sir! We can't retreat! They got us pinned down, and Beta team's in deep shit!” She shouted, as bullets ricocheted off the barrier.

“What?! What happened to Beta?! Fuck!” Tiberius shouted, ducking his head down further when a bullet pinged off the top of his helmet.

“They got ambushed!” She shouted in response.

“Styles is down!” Private first class Ralph Cook screamed through the microphone.

Tiberius heard the sound of Styles screaming, and his smartgun going off at as his finger twitched spasmodic on the trigger.

“Sir! We have to-” Houston was cut off as one of Style's spray bullets smashed into her forehead, punching a round clean through her head. She snapped backwards, and collapsed to the jungle floor.

“Fuck!” Tiberius screamed as Houston's blood sprayed in his face. He heard Cook scream in pain, and his weapon cease firing.

“Tiberius, pull out! Pull out now! Beta team's down pull out!” Macklin shouted to him in near panic.

Tiberius wiped the blood from his eyes, and saw a pulse rifle aimed at his head.

“Shit.” Was all he said before the rifle discharged, spraying his brains across the topsoil.

----Wayland Yutani Cooperation Marine transport vessel “War Game”----

“Gah fuck!” Tiberius shouted as the virtual reality training simulator broke connection. He ripped the helmet off and clutched at his head, making sure it was still intact. All around him in the simulator room, the rest of his platoon was groaning and suffering the same kind of insomnia as him. Tiberius sighed and stood up from the small pod he was in. He stepped onto the cold white tile floor. The room was a sterile white which seemed to assault his eyesight at every angle. There was a single door on the opposite side of the room from him. He saw Hudson sitting in his pod groaning and stretching his muscles. “Damn, we're getting fucking lousy.” He whispered to Hudson, who nodded in agreement. Tiberius glanced at his monitor. Six kills, nine wounds. Not too bad. Then, he glanced at R.J Hanlon Beta team's smartgunner's monitor. Twenty two kills, thirty five wounds.

R.J noticed Tiberius staring and said, “They ran at me like fucking zombies. RATATATATAT!” He said, making the motion of his smartgun kicking in his hands, as he swung the imaginary weapon around the room.

Macklin chose that time to enter the simulator room, with King, the android assigned to the team.

“Sheckly! What the hell was that!?” Macklin shouted to private first class Matt Sheckly, Beta team's sharpshooter.

“Chikusho temee” Beta team's ammunition's expert, corporal Rin Han said to Sheckly scornfully as she walked past. Rin had been born and raised on Kana Yama, which was founded by the Japanese. It was a dangerous mountainous planet, which offered little. That being said, she was undoubtedly one of the most, as Sheckly says, “Bad-ass bitches in the Marine Corp.”

“You don't take potshots at windows!” Macklin said, shaking his head. “If we want to be better than “Gorman's Grunts”, we have to do better.” He said, looking over his group.

“Fuck Gorman's Grunts!” R.J exclaimed in his deep loud boastful voice.

“And fuck my brother too.” Hudson said smirking, whilst taking a long drag from a cigarette he'd pulled from his shirt pocket.

“That's right, now, head out and get some chow, orders came in for a rescue op. I will brief you all after chow.” Macklin said. This was met with grumbles and low voiced complaints. “I know, I know, but when we get this done, the Corp will have a nice fat bonus waiting for you all.” He said raising an eyebrow as the mood shifted dramatically from everyone slouching and grumbling, to everyone quickly filing out of the room to the mess hall.

“Well that worked.” King commented as the last soldier, Cook, filed out.

Macklin grinned wryly. “Always does. C'mon.” He gestured before following the soldiers.

Ten minutes later, “Macklin's Maniacs” were seated around the mess hall tables. The whole room had a metallic shine to it. Even the food seemed to unnaturally shine due to the amount of preservatives in it.

At the center table, Hudson, Tiberius, Hanlon, Houston, and Sheckly were seated together, enthralled in a deep conversation.

“Well, yeah Will's an ass, but he's also one of the best techies I've ever seen.” Hudson said, a tiny hint of pride in his voice as the discussion rotated around Gorman's Grunts. He gave Houston a quick smile, “Not to say that YOU'RE not the best, he just shows it more.” He said assuredly.

Tiberius pointed at his sharpshooter with the butt of his cigarette, and said, “Yeah, but I'll bet anything he'd crack under pressure.”

Hudson laughed out loud, “I never said he wouldn't! He always was kind of a pussy.”

“Now, Vasquez, There's a pussy I wouldn't mind pounding.” R.J said loudly, winking towards Rin at the other table. Rin and Vasquez had met before and hadn't... agreed... on certain things. Specifically, who was the better bad-ass. Tiberius and Hudson had to step in before the argument came to blows, which was quickly about to happen. Rin flicked him off with a cold stare, and dug back into her cold pasta. R.J laughed, and blew a kiss in her direction.

“Yeah well, I heard she's already got her eyes on someone.” Sheckly said chasing the last hard pea on his plate with his fork. “I heard that she and her smartgun partner, Drake, had a little something going on.” He followed up, before just picking the pea up and accidentally crushing it between his fingers. “Shit.” He mumbled shaking the smashed pea off his fingers.

Private first class Acrope Maple, Beta team's technician, was sitting alone as he usually did, slowly spearing the pasta on his plate, and staring intently at it as he did.

Meanwhile, sergeant Carter O'Brien walked into the room holding a fairly large amount of mail, both electronic and on paper. “Han! Hudson! Me. Styles!” He called out, sifting through the mail.

The marines called stood and made for their respective mail. Then, they all filed out to view their mail in private.

“Shit, no mail again?” R.J complained. “Must be cause I'm black. I get no love.” He said with mock sadness and shaking his head.

“Aw, it's okay! I'm sure there's plenty of guys who love you!” Houston remarked assuredly, causing barking laughs from her table mates, and the finger from R.J.

Meanwhile, Hudson closed the door to his tiny quarters and plopped down on the small bed. His letter was on classic paper, and had the Marine Corp seal on it. “Shit, that's never good.” He mumbled before opening the letter.

Dear, Mr. Riley Hudson

We regret to inform you, that your brother, private William Hudson Jr, is missing in action after a planet drop mission to LV-426. His unit was independent, and was not in contact with command during the operation. After roughly six hours on the surface, the processing station his unit was dispatched to detonated, creating a thermonuclear explosion. Radio contact with their vessel, “The Sulaco” has been unsuccessful, and no one could survive the blast near the plant. A unit will be dispatched to investigate the Sulaco. Until then, we offer our deepest condolences, and we will do everything in our power to locate your brother.

Most Sincerely, Commander Luke Mason

Commander Luke Mason

And right there on the letter was a picture of when his little brother had first joined the corp. Still wearing that cocky ass grin. He was only twenty-two in the picture. That had been six years ago. And now...

Hudson stared at the letter, then at the small mirror across from him. He saw rage. Raw, blinding, fury. Hudson calmly stood up, dropping the letter to the cold metal floor, and approached the mirror. He then cocked his fist back, and slammed it into the mirror, shattering it, and slicing his fist open. He continued to punch the already shattered mirror, screaming in rage. Speckles of blood flew onto the walls and onto his fatigues. But he didn't stop. He continued to punch the wall, denting the metal, and scream until his voice went hoarse. Only then did he stumble backwards, collapse onto the bed, and slam the back of his head against the wall. His right fist was a bloody, swollen, and lacerated mess of flesh and bone. He didn't care. He was so absorbed in his grief and rage, he didn't notice when R.J, Rin, and Styles ran into his room. He didn't notice when they lifted him off the bed. He didn't notice when they realized what had happened. He didn't notice when Macklin, and Samuels charged into the room. He didn't notice when his bloody raw fist slammed into Samuels' face. He didn't notice when R.J and Styles restrained him. He didn't notice anything but the blinding rage in him. And when they all left, nobody noticed the letter disappear in a flash of purple light.

It was three hours later. Tiberius, Styles, R.J, Houston, King, Sheckly and Flynn were seated together in the mess hall.

Corporal Archer Flynn was the pilot for Macklin's Maniacs, with private Karl German as her co-pilot.

Samuels, Macklin, Rin, and Holman were in medical with Hudson. Private Jake Holman was Beta team's medic, and a good one at that, even if he was a bit... sick in the head. Samuels was sporting a broken nose, and a missing tooth. Hudson was far worse. He had broken every finger in his right hand, had severe lacerations, and a concussion from the impact against the wall. He also needed a new mirror. Overall, he would be lucky if he was ever able to use his right hand again. If so, he would continue his work for the glorious corp... if his psych profile was acceptable. If not, he would be sent back to LV-164, his home planet, and back to his family. One Hudson short.

“Fucking Christ, I didn't know he had it in him.” Sheckly commented as he took a sip of water from a styrofoam cup.

“Hudsons have always got it in them.” Tiberius said, taking a puff of his cigarette. “A friend of mine's dad actually worked with Hudson Sr. Said, that when the shit got real, that man went psycho. Just decimated anything that wasn't wearing the good ol' marine green, brown, and black. Kept going until a sniper bullet found him too. So honestly, I'm not all that surprised at how bad his flip-out was. What I am surprised though, was that he shocked anyway. I mean, it is the marines.” He said with a light shrug of his shoulders, and taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah, but he was rolling with Gorman's Grunts, and they're some bad mother fuckers. Maybe he thought they would be good enough not to worry.” R.J guessed standing up from his chair, and refilling his cup.

“What I want to know, is what killed them.” Styles said, a small sketchbook in his lap.

“He has a point.” King said somewhat admirably. “It said that the atmospheric processor detonated. They would've had plenty of time to evacuate. Whoever was down there, must have sabotaged their transport.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, but who could?” Flynn asked. “Ferro was one tough bitch. She didn't let anyone mess with her ship, let alone sabotage.”

“So who did it?” Styles asked, looking around at his comrades. He was met with the same looks he had.

“More like “what” did it.” A voice said from the entrance of the room. Everyone turned and saw sergeant Carter O'Brien, Beta team's group leader, standing in the doorway.

“What do you mean?” Tiberius asked raising an eyebrow.

Carter calmly walked into the room, and sat down at the table. “I did a bit of research, they were sent to investigate a terraform colony they'd lost contact with. And, not only that, but they were sent with an “adviser” Apparently, she saw an alien once, killed it too.” He said almost quietly, like he wasn't allowed to share this information. “And, get this, the planet that she found the alien on? Was the planet the colony was on.” He said, sounding doubtful of the information himself.

Tiberius clicked his tongue, “Huh, well if that's true, then whatever is down there must be one tough mother fucker.” He said

O'Brien nodded, and continued. “Yeah, I read the report the adviser gave, Ripley I think. A parasitic creature that latches onto the host's face where it lays an egg. After it lays the egg, it falls off and dies. The egg hatches, then bursts from their chest a few hours later. The “chestburster” then grows to a large size, with intelligence that rivals that of a person. It bleeds concentrated acid for blood, and has a large sword like tail. It can scale walls, and waits to ambush it's prey. The report goes on to say how this thing wiped out the crew of a cargo vessel in under twenty-four hours, leaving only one survivor, who flushed it out the airlock. Warrant officer Ellen Ripley.” He'd obviously been doing his homework.

“O'Brien, how the hell do you know all this?” Sheckly asked, in astonishment, mixed with confusion.

“Having an officer's clearance allows me access to combat records, and such.” He replied with a shrug.

“O'Brien, you don't HAVE an officer's clearance!” Tiberius said grinning, as he snuffed out his cigarette, now smoked down to his fingers, in a small ashtray on the table. His middle and fore finger, both had small burn scars from years of smoking down to the butt of the cigarette.

Carter O'Brien simply grinned, and gave another small shrug.

“All combat members, report to the shuttle bay! All combat members, report to the shuttle bay!” Macklin's voice blared over the speakers.

Reluctantly ending the conversation, the group stood up, and jogged out the door towards the shuttle bay.

----Canterlot Science Pavilion, Equestria----

The attendees were less than thrilled when all that appeared was a small piece of paper, that ponies from the middle and back couldn't even see. Two particular ponies in the second row were deeply intrigued in the experiment. They, were a mint green unicorn, and a cream colored earth pony. They, were Lyra and Bon-Bon, two housemates who lived in Ponyville, along with Twilight and her friends. Technically, it was Bon-Bon's house with Lyra living upstairs, but the two acted like sisters. They rarely disagreed on anything, aside from one touchy subject – humans. Lyra was interested, almost obsessed with mythical creatures called humans, that she believes are from far in Equestria's past. Meanwhile, Bon-Bon was, not skeptical, just downright disbelieving of such silly presumptions of royal espionage and conspiracies, both of which Lyra seemed to think was affecting her everyday life. This made her difficult to room with, but Bon-Bon – somehow – managed. Lyra wasn't solely interested in humans however, that was her main interest, she was interested in anything non-Equestrian. In short, aliens. Bon-Bon didn't believe in that either. Come to think of it, there was a LOT that Lyra believed in, that, almost nopony else did. Lyra had physically forced Bon-Bon to come along to this unveiling, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little interested.

Her first thoughts when the note came through was, 'That's it?' Some other ponies had the same reaction. Then she read it out loud.

Twilight cleared her throat,

Dear, Mr. Riley Hudson

We regret to inform you, that your brother, private William Hudson Jr, is missing in action after a planet drop mission to LV-426. His unit was independent, and was not in contact with command during the operation. After roughly six hours on the surface, the processing station his unit was dispatched to detonated, creating a thermonuclear explosion. Radio contact with their vessel, “The Sulaco” has been unsuccessful, and no one could survive the blast near the plant. A unit will be dispatched to investigate the Sulaco. Until then, we offer our deepest condolences, and we will do everything in our power to locate your brother.

Most Sincerely, Commander Luke Mason

To the right of the letter was a picture of something Twilight never thought she'd see, or even thought existed. A human. It was tall, judging from the picture, maybe close to six hooves high, with short blond hair, and a young face donning a cocky grin that rivaled Rainbow Dash's. Twilight found it uncomfortable that the only thing she understood about the letter was the picture, which almost rocked her way of life. 'So humans are real and Lyra was right huh? I bet Bon-Bon's going to have a fit.' Twilight thought as the crowd shared Twilight's confusion at the letter. “Well.” She said, turning the letter over for anything else. The crowd was murmuring quietly; discussing the mysterious letter. Eventually, she levitated it to the table, and gently set it down, before facing the crowd again. “Let's try somewhere else.” She said, which was met with some applause, but not as much as before. What came next had better be good.

----Wayland Yutani Cooperation Marine transport vessel “War Game”----

The group of soldiers had gathered in the shuttle bay, while Macklin, and King stood before them. “I'm going to say this simply; rescue mission.” Macklin said, well, simply; which received groans from the collected squad.

Hudson was there too, sporting a bandaged hand, and a small bandage around the crown of his head. Nearby, Samuels was sitting on a small, empty cargo crate with a black eye and a bandage over the bridge of his nose after Hudson had smashed it. Jake Holman was the one who'd patched up Hudson and Samuels after the incident. Holman was a great medic, probably because he had a couple screws loose. Not enough to get him section 8d, but enough that no one in the unit would want him at their back. Everyone would agree though, when the blood was being spilled, that man got rocking and rolling. So long as it wasn't his own blood.

“There's a science outpost at coordinates, 97o north, and 103o east, planet LV-426.” As the lieutenant said this, the group all cut their eyes at Hudson, who sat stone faced, and staring at Macklin. Macklin quickly glanced at Hudson, then continued the briefing. “We lost communication with the outpost nine hours ago, and it still hasn't come back. Our objective is to locate and secure a team of scientists, and any equipment they may have.” He said. “We will be accompanied by a company Adviser, who will be joining us soon.” This was met with groans and grumbles.

“Man, this sound a lot like Gorman's mission.” Sheckly whispered to O'Brien, who nodded back.

“Uh sir, why is he coming?” Tiberius asked.

“The science outpost is company property. As such, they want to ensure that it remains intact. We had an incident not to far from the outpost which resulted in an atmospheric processor being detonated.” There was no question now. Whatever had happened to Gorman's Grunts, was connected with this outpost. There was just too much for it to be coincidence.

“Do we know what kind of opposition we'll be facing?” Rin asked, a small cigarette hanging loosely from her lips.

“We don't know if there will be any opposition anyway.” Macklin said nonchalantly.

The marines all glanced at each other as they shared one thought. 'yeah right.'

“I want the dropship loaded for bear, and the APC packed away in three hours. Gear up.” Macklin ordered, before turning, and briskly walking away.

At this, Tiberius and O'Brien stood and faced their group. “Alright, ya'll heard him, Styles and Houston, start loading the APC. Cook, I want all our weapons checked off and loaded. Samuels, get your medical gear loaded, and bring some extras, we don't know what's down there.” After a moment's hesitation, he added, “Hudson, you go with him, get that bandage changed.” He said, pointing to the bloody bandage on his hand. Hudson silently stood and followed Samuels out of the bay.

“C'mon man, let's go.” Samuels said as he draped an arm over Hudson's shoulder and made their way to the medical bay.

“Holman, go with them. Rin, go with Cook and get our gear ready. Hanlon, and Sheckly, start preparing the ship. Maple, I want you on the power loader.” O'Brien said to his team, who all stood and saluted, before jogging off to preform their designated duties.

----Coordinates 93o north and 102o east, Planet LV-426----

Private William Hudson was having a bad day. His day started out sucking, and it almost ended sucking. Luckily for himself, he didn't give up easily. After the last stand in the operation room, Hudson had been dragged down under the grating of the floor by one of those dirty fuckers. Luckily for him, the fucker had been too stupid to strip his weapons. After what seemed like hours of the damned thing lugging him down the seemingly never ending hallways with it's blade to his throat, and the motion tracker on his side constantly beeping non-stop the whole way, Hudson heard

“Warning, evacuate immediately. You now have, thirty minutes to reach minimal safe distance.” The alien was startled and dropped Hudson, who quickly raised his service pistol and damn near clipped it's head off with the amount of rounds he pumped into it.

However, Hudson didn't have much time to celebrate as his motion tracker started to pick up more readings. “I really want to smash this fucking thing.” Hudson gritted, before lifting it up and reading it. Five contacts, two meters. “Oh. Fuck!” Hudson shouted and scrambled down the grated hallway. The contacts filed out of a small vent to Hudson's right, and slowly stalked forward. Hudson pumped three rounds into the group, before turning and sprinting down the hallway. “Run!” Hudson screamed to himself as he heard the bastards give chase. Their foot and claw falls echoed through the empty corridors. He could hear their ragged breaths and hisses, boosting him forward as the red emergency lighting flung the corridor into a hellish scene. There was an open door ahead, and one Hudson was just looking for. A thick metal blast door. There was a small electronic panel on the wall next to it. Only problem was, there was no power, due to those black scaly bitches. So, with Hudson's electronic knowledge, he raised his pistol and pumped two rounds into the panel. The door closed faster than he'd expected. No, closed isn't the right term, fell, is more suitable. Hudson slid for home base just as the door slammed shut, splitting one of the things in half with a pitiful scream.

Hudson laughed wildly as he picked himself up. “FUCK YEAH!” He shouted, as he saw a small all-terrain surveyor. Then Hudson remembered something. Acid for blood. Hudson glanced behind him, and was already sprinting for the surveyor as he saw the acid eating away at the bottom of the door. The room flashed with the red emergency lights as Hudson ran towards the surveyor. Then, he saw yet another problem. The door leading to the outside world, to his freedom, was shut, with no power to open it. “You MOTHER FUCKER!” Hudson screamed in rage, as he changed direction and made a mad beeline between crates and shipping containers towards a small power box next to the door.

Hudson skidded to a halt in front of the box, and ripped it open. Then, he pulled out his PDA, and fumbled for the adapter cord. “Bitch, bitch, BITCH!” Hudson hollered as he finally managed to connect his PDA to the box with shaky hands. Hudson cast a glance at the door, which was slowly being eaten through.

Hudson began to furiously tap at his PDA.

<Route emergency power
<Warning, routing the power could cause failure in other devices running on emergency power. Would you like to continue?
<Accept.
<... Route complete
<Open surface entrance
<Warning, command failed, safety protocol engaged.

“I WILL RUIN YOUR SHIT!” Hudson screamed as he continued attempting to open the door.

<Override safety protocol, command 0-69A
<Warning, are you sure?

“Yes you computer bitch!” Hudson hollered as he accepted the command, to be rewarded with the sound of hydraulics, and the large door sliding upward, allowing the dirt, and dust to blow blow in with almost gale force. Hudson dropped his PDA, letting it hang by the cord as it bumped against the metal wall, and sprinted back to the surveyor.

Hudson reached the door, and ripped it open, before jumping in, and literally, punching the ignition. As soon as it was on, Hudson slammed on the gas. The force of the acceleration pushed Hudson into the seat, and slammed the door that Hudson had left open closed. Hudson smashed crates and tanks of oxygen out of the way, and he plowed forward to the door. In his review mirror, he could see the bastards crawl out, and stand on two legs, before screeching at Hudson as he stuck his left hand out the window and flipped them the bird. The aliens let out one final horrible screech, before Hudson sped off into the wastes of LV-426.

Behind him, the aliens stood staring at the space their prey had escaped off to. Their Queen ordered them not to leave the area, and the Queen knows best. None of them noticed when Hudson's dangling PDA disappeared in a flash of purple light.

----Canterlot Science Pavilion, Equestria----

Twilight observed the small object with great interest. She'd needed something big, and she got it. It was a small square object with a glass-like screen on one side with letters and numbers on it. She gently laid it on the table, and, with her horn, tapped one of the small keys on the front.

<Warning, access denied, please enter password: _________

Twilight's face scrunched up, but at the same time, she was fascinated by this small object. Wherever this had come from, was obviously far more advanced than Equestria. Though, the whole time, she couldn't push the human out of her mind. A human, a real human! This was turning into quite the experience. Twilight faced the crowd once more. “Let's see what else we can find.”

----Wayland Yutani Scientific Outpost Alpha, LV-426----

Larsen could see it as he raced down the sterile white hallway, his brown loafers slapping against the metal floor. Behind him, one of the specimens howled as it chased the terrified scientist down the corridor, his white coat flapping behind him. But that wasn't what Larsen saw, all he saw was the M11 pistol on the floor at the end of the hallway. It lay, along with the bloody guard who'd had it, near a small door leading into the mess hall. With one final push, Larsen dove forward for the pistol, sliding just inches short. He could still hear the Xenomorph behind him as he reached for the pistol. Then, out of nowhere, the pistol was enveloped in a bright purple light, and with a quiet fwash, was gone.

“W-Why?” Larsen asked innocently as he stared at the spot the gun had lay with tears in his eyes. Then, death descended upon him.

----Canterlot Science Pavilion, Equestria----

Twilight didn't know what the object in her magical grasp was, but to say it was interesting was a large understatement. She held the latest object that she had brought through from whatever universe she'd just grabbed it from. It was small and black, with a grip made for something that had claws, along with a short equally black barrel.

Twilight turned it over in her grasp, before setting it down on the table along with the small box and the letter. She looked up, and saw her sponsor, Bright Light, motioning that her time was up.

Twilight let out a small moan of dissapointment, before turning to face the crowd. “Thank you all mares and gentlecolts for coming. Once these objects have been cleared for safety, you will be allowed to view them up close. Have a nice night.” She said, taking a small humble bow as the crowd gave her an equally humble applause. Twilight had to keep reminding herself – or convince herself – that they weren't applauding loudly because they were from Canterlot, and were, for the most part, against loud applauds. Twilight gathered the objects on the table, and started off stage to hoof them over to Celestia for further inspection.

'All things considered, this didn't go half bad.' Twilight thought to herself as, sure enough, Celestia was somehow backstage again, and eagerly awaiting the strange, alien objects Twilight held. 'I wonder just what else is out there.' Twilight thought as she walked with her mentor towards the stage exit.