Aliens: New World

---- Coordinates 93o North, 102o East, Planet LV-426----

The dropship screamed through the dusty atmosphere of Planet LV-426, it's hull lighting up from the extreme temperatures of atmospheric breach. As it neared the ground, German flared the landing ground thrusters, slowing the ship down with a jerk. German then lowered the force of the thrusters as Flynn slowly descended roughly a fourth of a mile from their designated mission zone.

Flynn brought the ship to a halt, hovering a few feet above the rocky jagged surface of LV-426. Slowly, the ramp at the back of the ship lowered as Riley Hudson and Matt Sheckly hopped out of the APC, and into the cargo hold of the dropship. “Hudson Sheckly, out! Out! Out! Macklin ordered his two marksmen, who quickly slid down the ramp, and carefully dropped onto the dusty planet surface.

Behind them, Tiberius slid the APC door shut, and German raised the ramp, before taking to the skies once more, and sailing towards their destination.

Hudson and Sheckly's position was on a large cliff, elevated roughly forty feet from ground level. Hudson quickly collapsed at the edge of the cliff, before he slung his M225 heavy pulse rifle off his shoulder. Hudson flicked on the infrared sight, and snapped a small radio receiver. Hudson raised the antenna, while Sheckly sat down against a small rock, his armor – which declared that he wasn't born to die, that he was, in fact, born to “survive and thrive” – clanging against it as the rock jutted up from the cracked landscape like the tooth of some horrible beast. Hudson's own armor decal, was his brother's decal of a skull with a dagger stabbing the top of the head, except Riley Hudson's had a cross hair scope over the skull so the point was between the eyes.

Hudson could see the dropship resting on the ground near the outpost, before offloading the APC, and quickly ascending once more. Sheckly stuck a cigarette in his mouth, before he spun the wheel of his lighter, shielding the weak adolescent flame from the wind that whipped past. Hudson and Sheckly both pulled a pair of goggles over their eyes to protect them from the swirling dust and grit.

“This place sucks shit.” Sheckly griped as he puffed on his cigarette, the smoke almost being dragged out of the cigarette itself as it was pulled into the wind, mixing and swirling with the other floating sediments.

Hudson merely grunted as he peered down his sights, watching as Alpha and Beta teams split. Alpha team was heading towards what looked like a dormitory, while Beta Team was proceeding into a large building in the center of the compound.

Overhead, the dropship guided down behind the two marksmen, before landing, and awaiting orders.

“I'm just hoping we find nothin, so we can just leave. This place gives me the creeps.” Sheckly said, holding his cigarette as he gazed out towards the dark landscape around them. Hudson didn't respond. He didn't want to find nothing. He wanted to find something. He wanted to find something so badly. Hudson looked through his scope as one of his fellow teammates opened the door to the dormitories, probably Maple. 'Please find someone.'

----Weyland-Yutani Scientific Outpost Alpha Dormitories, Planet LV-426----

Private first class Acrope Maple did NOT want to go in. The fist thing that hit him was the smell. The power was cut in this side of the compound, meaning no lights, no heating, and above all, no air circulation. Maple gagged, and stepped into the hallway, aiming his M41A pulse rifle down the carpeted hallway, his mounted flashlight telling a grim story. Both walls were lined with doors, some open, some closed. The hallway was just wide enough for two people to pass by, but not for two fully armored marines. With his motion tracker hanging on his side, and his rifle at the ready, Maple proceeded into the dark, bloodied hallway.

Maple took point, followed by R.J, Rin, O'Brien, and finally Holman. R.J had to hold his smartgun parallel to his body for it to fit in the small corridor. “Maple take the fifth room, the rest of you, take a room.” O'Brien ordered, positioning himself at door number two. “Three. Two. One!” In unison, the marines threw the doors to the side, with the exception of Maple, whose door was jammed.

Holman's room held a sickly aroma of spilled blood that he'd had taken a liking toward since medical training during boot camp. All the rooms were designed the same, with a small bed to the right of the bed, and a dresser at the foot of that. Opposite of the bed was a small table and chair for taking meals back to eat. At the opposite end of the room from the door was a large puddle of blood, that ran up the wall, and into a ceiling vent. Holman carefully walked towards the vent, a look of fascination painted on his face. “Clear!” He heard his team sound off one by one, aside from Maple who said “Door stuck!” Someone, maybe R.J coughing loudly and gagging. 'Lightweight.' Holman though, and said “Clear!” at one point, though he didn't remember saying it. He then backed up, his eyes never leaving the blood slicked metal wall.

The only other person with something in their room was R.J. When he threw the door open, he was greeted with the body of a lanky man. Or, what was left of him. His head was gone, and in it's place was a large puddle of crimson blood. R.J gagged at the smell, and nearly dropped his smartgun as he scanned the room for any sign of the lost head. There wasn't many places it could be hiding. R.J backed out of the room. “Clear!” He bellowed in a deep voice, his eyes lingering on the decapitated body, before sliding the door shut.

“Good, come help me with this damn door.” Maple said, grunting as he pushed on the door, to no avail.

“Got'sta put some weight into it.” R.J said, as he took Maple's place, and with one foot on the door frame, ripped the door open, and aiming his smartgun inside. There was blood everywhere. It covered the walls, the floor, even the damn ceiling. “Oh, what. The. Fuck?” R.J muttered as he craned his head into the room, seeing the remains of, what used to be a person, lying on the bed. His chest wasn't just ripped open, it looked like his entire body had just exploded. From the base of his neck, to his crotch was just blown outward. His head was lolled to the side, his eyes seeming to stare right through R.J “Shit.” R.J grunted and stepped out slid the door closed. “Clear.” He said, gulping and trying to remove the image from his mind, only to cringe as it only brought the memory back in full force.

R.J filed behind Maple, gathering himself to search the next room.

----Everfree Forest, Equestria----

Deep within the Everfree Forest, a young bear cub walked through the bushes and brambles next to her mother. Her mother halted suddenly, sniffing the warm midday air. Something was dead beyond a felled tree, obscuring their view. While the bear family preferred berries over meat, they had been running low on the delectable seeds. The mother motioned for her cub to stay put, as she crept through the fallen tree. The cub sat down and patiently waited for her mother to return, in the meantime, she gazed upward towards the sun, slowly arching high overhead.

The mother bear cleared the tree, and saw what she'd been sniffing out. It wasn't a body, and it wasn't an animal she was familiar with. It was simply a head, lying in a small puddle of dark red blood which stained the grass. The mother cocked her head as she moved to get a better look. The head was round with an almost flattened face, which was frozen in a completely neutral face, as if it never even knew it was dead. The bear stared befuddled at the head, before returning to her cub.

Together, she and her cub returned to their cave, the mother still questioning the odd anomaly.

----Canterlot Castle Celestia's quarters, Equestria----

Celestia quickly gathered herself, giving her flowing mane a quick brushing, and shaking her head to get the funk out. She cleared her throat, and said, “Come in.”

Tentatively, the door to her quarters opened, and in walked her prodigy, Twilight Sparkle. “Hello Princess Celestia.” She said, giving a quick bow.

Celestia almost visibly relaxed at the sight of her student. “Hello Twilight, what brings you here?” She asked curiously as he student approached her bed, and flopped down on it like she used to do when she was younger. Celestia stood amused, as Twilight hadn't done that often, unless... something was wrong. “Is something the matter?” Celestia asked worriedly as she proceeded to plop down next to her student, who was staring up at the ceiling.

“I... think something... unexpected, happened with the spell.” Twilight said slowly, choosing her words with care, as to not anger her mentor.

Celestia raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, unexpected?” She asked somewhat teasingly.

Twilight took a deep breath, and said, “Well, I keep having these headaches, and when I do, my horn lights up without my command. Applejack found a clipboard with some kind of checklist on it belonging to, somepony named Archer Flynn and Karl German. On the checklist though, were weird phrases.” Twilight said, a look of confusion on her face as she stared up at the ceiling, still trying to decipher the meanings. “Some things I could kind of understand, like cargo secured, but fuel and hydrogen? Thrusters and boosters? And there was something else, something that had to do with weapons. Whoever wrote it had perfect scripture too, all except for the signing, like somepony else had written it for them to sign.” She continued.

At this point, Celestia was intrigued. “There's something else too, isn't there?” She asked, giving her student a loving nuzzle.

“Nightmares.”

Celestia's nuzzling halted briefly, before she withdrew and gave her student a worried look. “What kind of nightmares?” She asked, fearing the answer.

Without looking at her, Twilight began her story, deep in thought. “I'm alone in a hallway made of all metal. The... The floor is grated, and I feel like something is watching me the whole time.”

Celestia stared at her.

“I'm running from something. It's all black, but I can't get a good look at it. Every time I try, it's form shifts and morphs.

Celestia nodded, although her student didn't see it.

I enter a room and... and Y-You're there.” She said shaking. “They've strung you up. A-And you tell me to run. One of those... things, it comes from the darkness.

'Impossible!' Celestia thought

“I...I-I leave you b-b-behind!” Twilight choked out as she finally turned to face her mentor. “I left you.” She said once more, before bursting to tears and embracing Celestia in a way she'd never done before. He held onto her with an iron grip, like if she let go, Celestia would disappear, and she would be back in the room.

Celestia stroked Twilight with a wing, as she held onto her. “Shh, shh. It's okay. It's okay.” She cooed softly. But it wasn't, and she knew it. “What happened next?” Celestia asked slowly, breaking the embrace slowly.

Twilight rubbed her bloodshot eyes with a hoof, before saying, “I'm running down another, hallway, and the... thing, is chasing me again. There's an open door, the light. It's so bright. So welcoming. There's something standing in the light, though I make details, but it looks like a... human.” Twilight said slowly, before gazing back toward her mentor, who held a look of dismay.

“Like the one in the picture?” Celestia asked.

Twilight nodded her head, and closed her eyes to recollect her thoughts. “I... I feel like something bad is coming.” She said with her eyes still closed

When she opened them, she screamed. She wasn't in Celestia's room anymore. And she didn't have hooves anymore. Now, they were long bony fingers, of which she had no control over. She couldn't see either, everything was black and white almost. Like she was seeing, but not seeing. She couldn't move her new body either, all she could do was silently scream as she watched her new body hunt down it's prey. She could feel her new bladed tail swishing behind her, and her new found claws clicking on the white floor. There was something ahead of her. Her body transitioned from a bipedal stance, to all fours as it stalked forward. Her prey was right around the corner.

Distantly, she could here a Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Twilight's body rounded the corner. And was blown backwards with a hissing wail that mixed with loud bangs in quick recession.

Twilight's body slammed into the wall and slid to the white floor. She watched as green blood oozed from multiple wounds, hissing as it hit the floor. “Black bony bitch.” She heard something mutter from the direction she had been blasted from. Weakly, her body looked up. Standing there, was a human. If Twilight could, she'd be either screaming with joy, or fear. The human was dressed in what appeared to be heavy armor. On the front of the armor was a small picture of a human skull, and what looked like a knife penetrating the top. In it's hands was one of the objects she'd pulled through from the other universe, it's barrel smoking.

Twilight didn't have time to ponder as her vision faded to black, and she was plunged into eternal sinking darkness.
----Canterlot Castle Celestia's quarters, Equestria----

Celestia watched as he student closed her eyes, and promptly fell backwards onto the bed. “T-Twilight?” She asked tentatively. No answer. “Twilight?” Celestia asked, shaking Twilight. This time, she stirred.

“P-Princess?” she muttered wearily, her eyes fluttering open.”

“Thank goodness.” Celestia breathed out, hugging her student close.

“Princess?” Twilight asked, returning the embrace.

“What is it my little pony?” She asked.

“I think we have a problem.”

----Weyland-Yutani Scientific Outpost Alpha Administrator Building, Planet LV-426----

Things had gone from bad to worse. One minute William Hudson is walking down a brightly lit corridor with blood painting the white wall to his right, the next he's walking down a pitch fucking black corridor with blood painting the white wall. “Really? What the fuck man?” Hudson muttered as he flicked the mounted flashlight of his M11 on, illuminating the space in front of him. "God-damn power cutting assholes.” His senses seemed to heighten in the suffocating darkness as he heard noises in the distance, echoing down the empty white sterile corridors. “Fuck aliens, fuck the dark, fuck Gorman, fuck the company, and fuck this place.” Hudson ran out of things to fuck, but was sure he would find some more. And he did.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!Beep!Beep!Beep! Just as Hudson reached the end of the hallway, a solid body with a bladed tail posed above it's head, rounded the corner. Hudson, backed up, and sprayed his clip into the deadly form, throwing it backwards into the wall, and dousing the surrounding wall and floor with it's acidic blood. “Black bony bitch.” He muttered, and stared at it's form, waiting until it's chest stopped heaving up and down, then, moved on down the corridor.

“All I want is some fucking food, and a place to sleep, that's all! Is that so much to ask for? Damn!” Hudson paused, “Oh, yeah. And fuck corners too.” He raved as he continued down the dark hallway.

He continued walking down the hallways for what seemed like eternity – it always did for him- until his motion tracker started sounding off. Beep! Beep! Beep! Hudson, checked his ammunition. Two and a half clips left, including the one loaded. Hudson cautiously peeked around the corner, seeing an alien beating on a large metal door. 'What does it want?' Hudson raised his M11, and aimed for the head.

----Weyland-Yutani Scientific Outpost Alpha Security Room, Planet LV-426----

Reed was even more terrified than before, only now, he couldn't even find his pistol. When the power was cut, He'd been watching a dropship fly high overhead and land a short distance away. “Thank god, more marines.” He'd been watching the other loner for a while, and he was making some good progress given the circumstances. All he had was a pistol and a motion tracker, and he'd taken out about five of the xeno-fucks, holding the motion tracker at his side, and his pistol in front like some kind of special forces bad-ass. It was like he'd fought them before. “Good.” Reed said, holding his pistol in his lap.

Then, the power went out. All at once, the moniters, which were the only source of light in the room, went out with a quiet, Zip! Reed shrieked, and fell backwards in his chair, the gun slipping from his grasp and skidding across the floor. Reed toppled over and hit the ground hard on his side, too terrified to move. BAM! BAM! BAM! That thing had been outside pounding for hours, and hearing Reed's cry only intensified the beating. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!. So, Reed lay there for hours, sometimes feeling around him for his pistol, but never moving. He was blind, dumb, and deaf, save for the loud, BAM! BAM! BAM!

Reed had curled into the fetal position, hugging his knees to his chest, and sitting on the floor of the dark security room, feeling like there was something behind him at all times. It was almost like a story he'd heard about once, he couldn't remember the name or who wrote it, but it was about a man who was trapped in a dark room alone. He started to hallucinate and think things were there, ready to kill him. That was how Reed felt now, and looking back, he really wished he'd paid more attention to it. BAM! BAM! POW!

Wait, that last one. POW! POW! 'Is it?' Major Reed asked himself. “Hello?” He heard a voice from outside the door.

Reed didn't budge. 'What if it's a trick? What if they've grown smarter and-' “In here! In here! Help!” He screamed as he fumbled his way towards the direction of the voice.

“Alright, I'll open the door!” The voice called again from Reed's left, causing him to change directions.

“The power's off you can't-”

“Shut up, and stand back from the door!” Reed heard, and did as he was told , scooting backwards from the voice. There was a faint hissing sound and the smell of something burning. After a minute, Reed noticed a spot on the door getting brighter. 'What the hell?' With a crackling and hissing noise, a large hole in the door crumbled, revealing an equally dark hallway, with some light reflecting off the walls from a light on the ground. The hole was big enough for Reed to fit through, barely. “Okay, step through, but carefully, this shit burns.” He heard a young boyish voice say from the other side of the windowed door.

“Wait, I have a gun, give me a light.” Reed said, standing up and making his way slowly to the door. After a few seconds, and the sound of a pocket being opened, a small zippo lighter was flung through the hole, skidding to a halt at Reed's feet. Reed gratefully picked it up and spun the wheel, allowing a heavenly light to flicker to life. Reed illuminated his dark prison with the lighter, casting a twitchy orange glow dancing around the room. He found his pistol under the low coffee table behind the monitors. Joel quickly grabbed his pistol and carefully ducked down to exit the room, taking extra care not to hit the sides. When he was out, he held his lighter in one hand and the pistol in the other, then found himself face to face with the man who'd been clean sweeping the facility. "How'd you do that? With the door an all?" Reed asked, lookin for a blowtorch.

The man grinned, and pointed at he corpse of the xeno-fuck, residue blood still eating away at the door. "You used THAT as a torch?" The man grinned, and nodded. "Wait." Reed said, looking him over. "You're the marine who came earlier aren't you? What's your name?" Reed asked

The man nodded and said, “I'm Hudson. Private William Hudson. The fuck happened here?” Will asked, indicating their surroundings.

“You're just a private?” Reed asked disbelieving.

“What, were you expecting? A major?” Hudson asked sarcastically. If only he knew the irony of that statement. “Who're you?”

Reed didn't bother saying his rank, he didn't think it would matter much as he looked around. “Reed. Joel Reed.” He said. “as for what happened, I'll tell you. Some bullshit scientist wants to study these “Fascinating creatures” that they found, somewhere, I don't fucking know.” Reed explained, his pent up anger spilling out. “I stayed in the security room, cause everyone that left got killed, then that bitch trapped me in. I watched you come in on the cameras, until the power went out.” He said bitterly, as he looked up and down the hallway. Hudson's motion tracker stayed silent.

Hudson nodded solemnly. “Yeah, they do that.” He said.

Reed looked at him befuddled. “Who does what?”

Hudson chuckled “The black bastards. They like to cut the power.”

Reed shook his head slowly. “Clever bastards.” He said shocked.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Hudson said wearily. “My team got sent to that processor plant not far from here. It detonated, killed the rest of my team. I got away just in time.” He said his head hanging slightly.

'So that's what that rocking was.'

Then, Hudson's motion tracker started up. Beep! Beep! Beep! “Six of em' Time to go!” He said, before sprinting off in the opposite direction of the contacts.

Reed followed after a moments hesitation, thinking, 'This can't end well.'

----Weyland-Yutani Scientific Outpost Alpha Administrator Building, Planet LV-426----

The power had been out when Alpha team reached the administrator building's front door. Outside was an abandoned surveyor, with light scorch marks on the back, and food wrappers on the inside. “Cook, you'll stay out here, keep out exit an exit.” Tiberius said, then motioning for Houston to start routing power to the door with her PDA. Cook nodded, and made his was to the surveyor, standing next to it. “Styles, and Samuels, combat positions.” Tiberius said. Styles jogged over, his smartgun sight positioned over his eye, giving him an infrared view of the area.

“Three. Two. One.” Houston counted, before accepting the command, causing the door to grind open, letting red emergency light spill out across the dim landscape around the entrance.

“Styles, take point, Samuels and Houston, fall in behind me.” Tiberius said, before nodding his head to Styles, who proceeded in, smartgun at the ready.

Styles' infrared sensor picked up a large bloodstain just in front of him. “Blood everywhere, watch your step.” He warned as he stepped in the puddle, careful to avoid putting too much weight on one side. As the group entered, Samuels slipped on the slick blood and crashed to the floor, letting out a startled yelp.

Tiberius and Houston both whirled on him, rifles trained, only to see him grinning stupidly from the floor, semi-dried blood coating his armor. “Get the fuck up.” Tiberius said curtly. 'What a great start to this mission.' Tiberius thought bitterly.

----Fancy Pants' Canterlot house, Equestria----

“Well I do say that the unveiling was quite extravagant!” A marshmallow white unicorn with combed wavy blue hair said as he hung his coat on the oak coat rack next to the door. “I must admit, I was skeptical when young Twilight fist suggested her theory, but I'm glad I was proven wrong.” He said to his fiance Fleur de Lis, who was in the adjacent room fiddling with something in her hooves. “I'm most interested in the device ponies are calling a “Tablet.” It's quite remarkable, as one of Twilight's friends, Rarity in fact, was given the honor of showing it personally to a select few, myself included. After a number of different failed passwords, we finally found one that worked, although it made no sense as I still can't figure out what, “Grasp your gun, and hope to die, shoot a bullet in your eye,” Means, although it doesn't sound pretty.” He said with a slight shudder, and walking into his living room with Fleur.

“Fancy, come look at this!” She said, beckoning him over to her.

Fancy Pants walked next to Fleur, to see her reading a small plain black book. “What is it about?” Fancy asked, noticing there was no title.

He expected her to say a romance, as she was always reading those, but instead she said, “It's a diary, or a journal of a scientist, doing work on something called a “Xenomorph.” It's right nasty, and I don't even understand much of what the main character is saying. He uses words like “subject” ,but in an entirely new context, like the subjects don't want to be there.” She said.

Fancy was intrigued. “Let me have a look.” He said, grasping the journal with a telekinetic grip. Fancy set it down on the table, flipped to the first page, and began reading.

Entry 1

Day 1

First day here, and I can tell this whole thing is just bollocks. I can't believe they want us to study these bloody things. Bloody, literally! The way they eat is just... horrifying! They like to play. Damn, at least the pay's good. All I have to do, is stand up there in the room, and watch them do everything. EVERYTHING. Not too bad, although I have left on numerous occasions to vomit. That, and I keep having nightmares about them. This whole operation just sucks.

Entry 2

Day 7

I was working with one of the subjects downstairs, when the damned thing nearly bit my bloody face off! It was my turn to feed it, and when I was putting the food in the slot, it got it's head in before the other side shut. It's retractable “mini mouth” shot out like a bullet, and snapped shut inches from my nose. Too close.

Entry 3

Day 23

Been a while since I've written... Had a lot on my mind. Can't write now. Too tired. Just saw one kill Kennan. Ripped his head right off. Security killed it. It'd been his fault. He just forgot to lock the door behind him. The subject opened the door, stepped out, and sliced his head off. Oh yeah, and the nightmares are getting worse.

Entry 4

Day 41

I don't know how much longer I can go. Things are going balls up here. I'm thinking of going AWOL, and now that I've written that, I probably'll have to burn it later. Probably'll isn't even a bloody word, so I'm glad I'm writing this on good ol' fashioned paper, and not on the network. Stupid red squiggles. We haven't had another incident like the one a few weeks ago, but the Sheila's been acting weird. Sheila's the Queen. She just stares at us through the glass, even though it's one way. Maybe she's looking at her reflection, but I don't think so. Been here 41 days, and we haven't learned a goddamned thing. All we know, is what the rest told us in the beginning. We've learned nothing about their sociology or their “Hive” like state of mind. They're pretty much like enormous bugs. Ants to be precise. Those nasty ones with the huge ass pincers that are on Kana Yama. If I don't find anything out soon, it'll be my ass they feed to those things.

Entry 5

Day 42

Had a revelation earlier, and I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Probably too many things on my mind. The company never told us WHY they wanted to study these things. They just said “Do it!” I... I think they want them for weapons. I... I can't allow that. Tonight, I'll do it. I'm almost tempted to write my master scheme in here for the rescue team to find, and revel in my ingeniousness! Almost. I will say this though, I don't think we deserve this. Us, the scientists, the guards, the marines who'll surely come, and surely perish. Some of us deserve it sure, but us as a whole. Then again, it's either this, or a whole world under these thing's control. Signing out for the last time- Head researcher of Xenomorphic sociology, Tommy Cain.

P.S If anyone finds this, Make sure to please spread this phrase: *ahem* FUCK DR. JACK LARSEN!

Fancy Pants stopped reading out loud. “Dear me.” He exclaimed, shutting the book, and staring off into space.

“So, what do you think?” Fleur asked puzzled.

“I think Twilight Sparkle needs to get her hooves on this.”

----Canterlot Castle Royal Lounge, Equestria----

“Hello everyone.” Celestia said, making sure to say “everyone” As Spike was present as well. “I have gathered you here tonight to discuss something rather important.” Princess Celestia said to the group Elements of Harmony, Spike, Shining Armor, and his wife Cadence. To Celestia's right, was her younger sister Princess Luna, who seemed tired, despite it being night.

“Whatever it is, you can count on us!” Rainbow Dash declared cockily.

Celestia smiled, and replied, “I thank you for the gesture Rainbow Dash, but that is not necessary, for I do not know if what I fear will happen.” She said, looking over the group. “But if it does, and I think it might, I need you all to be there, for this will be worse than Discord ever was, and worse than Queen Chrysalis.” She said sternly, making sure they understood. They did. Twilight already knew what Celestia was going to say, as they had discussed it together with Luna after the... incident. She'd told them about the “other body experience.” And about the human. To say that they were dismayed to hear about the human was an understatement.

“What I suspect is coming could save Equestria from a dark evil... or help destroy it. I'm talking. About humans.

Most of the gathered group shared confused looks, aside from Twilight, who kept her face neutral. “Sooo, are hew-mans good or bad?” Pinkie-Pie asked, cocking her head.

Celestia sighed and shook her head. “I don't know. They can do such good things. They can do wondrous things, achievements that make ours look like nothing, and all without magic.” She said, causing the group to gasp, aside from Twilight of course.

“No magic? B-But how do they do ANYTHING?” Spike asked shocked.

Luna took over there. “Humans are... were... ingenious beings. They were able to do things that we did with magic, using things like pulleys or winches, things we don't commonly use, and have only been used for about three hundred years.” Luna said, looking back to her sister to make sure she got the date right. Celestia gave a slight nod, and Luna continued. “But they were easily corrupt. Their minds were the strongest of any creature, but also the weakest of any creature. That is not to say they were all bad, they weren't... but a lot were. Eventually, they started to fight. Then came war. That is where humanity found it's true calling. They found out just how good they were at killing.” Tears were gathering in her eyes, as well as the group's. “They started to find new and more efficient ways of killing. They would make amazing structures, no bigger than a large wagon, that, using a counter weight and a slingshot effect, could launch boulders at their enemies.” The group shuddered at the thought of a boulder smashing a group of humans into the dirt. “And from what we've heard and seen, the humans that are coming, will be ten times smarter, and ten times more deadly.” Luna said, with a sad shake of her head.

Celestia picked up from there, “But they aren't coming alone. There is something else coming. Something worse than humans.” Now the group wasn't just shocked, they were scared. “The race that is coming with them is worse than humans for one reason. They have no morals. No conscious. They are, the perfect killing beings.” She said, suppressing a shudder as she remembered the things in her dreams. “All I want you all to do, is keep an eye out. Keep on the lookout for anything suspicious. We don't know when they will arrive.”

Twilight grunted, and put a hoof to her head, her horn glowing brightly.

“Twi', you okay?” Applejack asked worridly.

“Yeah, I'm fine just a headache is ALL!” Twilight yelped as her horn flared a deep purple.

----Weyland-Yutani Scientific Outpost Alpha Administrator Building, Planet LV-426----

Major Joel Reed's black lightweight armor banged loudly – but was silent compared to Hudson's heavy marine armor – As the two of them raced down the corridor, Hudson occasionally firing a shot behind them, as the whole time, his motion tracker beeping like it was the end of the world. And for them, it practically was. Hudson didn't know where they came from, one second there were six, then sixty! They flowed from vents and doorways, hissing and shrieking. A few minutes after they'd started running, the emergency lights had flicked on, bathing the hallways in a demonic red light. At least they could see hell instead of stumbling around blind in it. “Run!” Reed screamed as he pounded ahead of Hudson.

“Yeah! No shit!” Hudson screamed back as he took two potshots at the swarm behind them. Reed tripped over his feet, stumbling to the ground. As Hudson ran past, he made a mad grab for him, telling himself that if he missed, he'd leave him. He didn't. Hudson yanked him to his feet, and continued racing ahead. Reed was right behind him, when it happened. One of the aliens leaped from a vent and onto Reed, ready to severe his head. Hudson made a snap decision. Shoot the Alien, and either spray acid on Reed's face, shoot the alien, and have Reed be trapped by the body. Or, run, and let him die quickly. At least, that's what Hudson said to himself. Hudson ran.

Reed didn't even notice as he stared at the eyeless ebony cranium above him, tail poised back. The other Xeno-fucks ran past, letting this one have its fun. The tail raised. And both human and xenomorph were enveloped in a bright purple light. 'Whatfuck?' With a flash of light, Reed suddenly felt his back hitting a new floor, and the evil red lights of the outpost were now bright natural light, another thing Reed hadn't seen in over twenty years. There was a shriek somewhere to his left, but he paid no mind.

The xeno-fuck looked up and hissed confusedly, before Reed pushed with all his weight, and pulled his legs to his chest. Reed planted his boots on the xeno-fuck's chest, and pushed, propelling the alien backwards and allowing Reed to jump up. He wasn't a major for nothing. The xeno-fuck stood on two legs, towering above Reed, and hissed. Reed quick-drew his pistol and pumped four rounds into its elongated cranium, blowing four holes into it, and dropping the xeno-fuck to the ground – which by the way, Reed noticed was a white marble.

The gunshots echoed loudly in the room, causing eleven unseen creatures to jump in fright as the xeno-fuck's acidic blood ate through the fine marble.

Reed stood, breathing deeply, before he holstered his pistol, and felt someone watching him. Reed turned slowly, and saw ten horses and a dragon staring at him with shock and horror. “What?” He mumbled, before the stress, and sleep deprivation got the best of him, and he collapsed to his knees, before toppling sideways to the floor.