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In the end,

everyone dies alone

Prologue

In the space between the stars, in the eternal darkness and emptiness of open space, no sound is ever heard. It is the ultimate silence. And when you send a signal through space, there is no sure way to say, if it will ever find its target. It may as well float forevermore through the wast emptiness of open space, being battered why solar flares and ion beams.

But sometimes, a signal finds a target. Maybe no its designated target. But a target.

On the researchvessel R.M.S. Ravenclaw II, registered to the L.W.W., the deep space receiver was blinking. Indicating an incoming message. The officer in charge on that station got right on it and started deciphering the message. There was not much to work with. The message had traveled a significant distance ot finaly arrive at their ship. It was mangled and fractured in so many ways, the officer was quite suprised he could decipher anything. At least the digital header of the Message was pretty much intact and could be confirmed by the codex.

He called for his superior.

„Sir, we got an emergency message from a research station in the Gamma Quadrant."

His senior officer came to his station and took a look at the massage.

„It's pretty old by now. How far are we away?"

The comm-officer pulled up some data on his screen and studied it for a moment.

„If the intel is correct, that Station is on Skenertar 3, Gamma Quadrant, from here we'll have around 4500 lightyears give or take a few, due to the rotation. On maximum drive we could make it in around 70 hours."

His senior Officer thought about it for a moment and went to the navigation station. There were sitting 3 of the Ravenclaws navigators.

„Gentlemen, give me the fastest route to the Gamma Quadrant. Skenertar 3."

The navigators began consult there data and calculated a route. After about 5 minutes they came up with a solution.

„We can make it in 4 Jumps, it will be a longer route, but saver and faster in the end."

The projected the route to the main screen of the bridge. The would jump up over the galactic disc, and then toward the Gamma Quadrant two jumps with maximum capacity and then down again to the galactic core. The senior officer studied the map when the captain came to him.

„What did we pick up?"

The comm-officer played back the message. The digital header was projected to the noosphere of the bridge and the sound was played through a speaker on the captains console.

Skenertar 3, Xenomorphology Research Institute. Emergency call code 6 beta.

"..... Krschhh ... Help ... Project Principalis ... Accident ... all ... Secure ... ... broken ... Xeno... Krrrsch...."

„What does this mean? I never heard of that station. Skenertar is a pure mining sector. Mostly Titanium ore."

Said the captain and pulled up some registers on his on screen. There it was: Skenertar 3, Mining colony for Titanium and Magnesium, alpha clearance, nothing special.

The senior comm-officer shrugs his shoulders.

„It's an emergency call, it is on reapeat indefinitly. The Signal is old, but noone had stopped it since ever. It's subspace comms... it's at least 4 month old."

He turned to the captain his face in a stern expression.

„We are obliged to investigate."

The captain nodded, he knew, as long as the signal was broadcasted, and no relief was send, they had to investigate, even if the signal was over 4 month old by now.

„Set course, we will take a look. Inform HQ and someone inform LoneWolf, he will most likely want to lead the away team when we are there."

With that said the big vessel silently changed course and the gigantic jump generators deep in the bowels of the ship began to charge up for the first jump.

Only 10 minutes later the large jump-portal formed in front of the ship and swalloed the vessel whole. Almost instantaniously somewhere 1000 lightyears above the galactic disc the portal reopened and spat out the big resaerch vessel. The Jump was almost instand, but the cooldown and recalibrationg for the jumpgenerators took time and so they needed to wait for the vessel to be able to continue the journey. Eventually they would end up in the Gamma Quadrant, Skenertar sector, Skenertar 3, Mining colony.

You are not welcome

72 hrs later...

LoneWolf cautiously entered the dark cage. Everything around him was silent. It was too dark to see anything and his flashlight didn't help much either. The cage seemed empty at first sight. He instructed his comrades to wait outside the gate of the cage, so if something would go wrong, they would be able to use the narrow gateway to their advantage. Spellbound, they watched him step further into the darkness. The cage itself was large and spacious, its walls were massive. Actually, what was imprisoned in such a cage should have huge dimensions, but nothing could be seen. LoneWolf penetrated deeper into the darkness. The cage seemed to swallow all light, just as if it was trying to hide something. The faint glow from the broken lab lights illuminated just the first few feet of the cage.

LoneWolf had now already gone a good distance into the cage and the darkness had completely enveloped him. His companions could no longer see him. Black, darkest black. LoneWolf could barely see his hand in front of his eyes. His lamp barely illuminated the immediate area. His instincts had been sounding the alarm for quite some time now, someone or something was watching him. He suppressed the feeling.

"There's nothing here!"

He told himself again and again and continued walking. He didn't get far, because he bumped his foot against something on the floor. So far, the cage floor had always been smooth. He bent down to examine the structure on the floor. It felt like bone, but it was strangely fused to the floor and the surface looked odd. LoneWolf shone his light along the structure. It seemed to take up the entire width of the cage. Even in depth, it went further than the beam of light seemed to be able to iluminate. LoneWolf's instincts kicked in one more time. This time louder and more insistent than before.

"Go, go away. Just turn around and go back!"

His instinct was literally screaming in his head. LoneWolf tried to fight it, but this time the instinct would not be pushed back. LoneWolf straightened up and shined his light around him. The darkness swallowed any light. The feeling of being watched hardened more and more. He gave in to his instincts for the first time when he heard a gasp in the darkness. LoneWolf lowered the flashlight and pulled out his antigrav glove and blaster pistol. Another gasp, right in front of him, but the darkness hid its secret very well. LoneWolf slipped the glove on and raised the blaster.

"Come on..."

He sneered. LoneWolf was tense to the utmost. The light of the flashlight was now reflected by a contour in the dark. The rough shape of what lurked there could be made out. LoneWolf swallowed as a row of shiny chrome teeth became visible and his counterpart rose to full height. Still the creature could not be fully seen, but by the reflections one could hint at its size and shape. It had to be close to ten feet tall. LoneWolf slowly walked backwards as the creature in front of him took a step towards him. It finally stepped into the cone of light from the flashlight, but what LoneWolf saw made him wish it had stayed in the dark. LoneWolf quickened his pace somewhat, eager to get back to his comrades. The low, rasping growl that the creature gave off as it crouched in front of him, ready to pounce, made his blood run cold. LoneWolf activated the antigrav glove and took two more steps back. At that moment, the creature leapt forward...

On the loose

... At this point, we go back 4 month in time...

Skenertar sector. This big cluster of liveless rocks serves humankind as a treassuretrove for important ressources of all kinds. Nobody who did not have immediate business here would ever come to this sector. It was way off of any commercial flight routes. Only by accident was it found in the first place. The third planet, that was colonized by the miningcorporations was named, you guessed it, Skenertar 3. Is was a icy cold, liveless rock, slightly larger than Earth. Rich in Titanium ore and Magnesium deposits, it was a welcome addition to the mining efforts of the big corporations. The mining itself was a fully automated process and required no humand interaction what so ever. The only reason why they would build colonies on those planets was the fact, that if anything broke, it would take month for any technician to get here and repair what had broken down. Month of less production, less profit and if something was affecting more than one mining automaton, it could get costly quickly. So it was cheaper to allways have some repair crews on site with the machines at all time.

Sometimes the corporations would rent out space on these remote planets to other companies. The remoteness of the sites was welcome for secret research sites. As most of the time no corporate spies would come this far just to check what they were up to, only to see, that they were researching a new kind of toilet paper.

The Company's research facility on this planet was subject to the highest level of secrecy. Not even the upper echelons of the Companies brass knew what was really going on here. Here, under the guise of medical research, the Company conducted genetic engineering research into xenomorphology. A very dangerous business, where accidents happened again and again. Officially they researched ways to cure rare variants of cancer. Something that still pleagued humanity to that day, but in reality they were into a cure for a whole other problem. Basically, the research facility was built for the development of bio-chemical weapons. The kind of weapons that were shunned by almost everyone, but secretly hoarded by all the big players, just in case. But after the discovery of some promising species on remote planets, at the edge of known space, the research facility was rebuilt to breed xenomorphs using the latest technology, which would eventually take over the role of soldiers on the battlefield. At least so they hoped.

The research facility was essentually build into the foundation of a massive mountain range high up in the perpetual ice of the planets northern most continental reaches. Inaccessible to the small mining colony in the temperate zone of the planet. However, the mining colony was the lifeline for the laboratory high in the north. Without the colony, the research facility would not have been able to survive, since it got its energy from there, as well as large parts of its raw materials and district heating. The miners didn't even know they were there. The official reason for the big pipelines leading to the north was a big geothermal reactor in the north, that was never fully build, but its systems were so intermingled with the small mining colony, that they were not able to cut the lines.

On the surface the research facility was pretty small, just some communications arrays and some hangar-doors on the wall of the mountain. If one would not know what to look for, you would most likely not be able to even find it.

Recently, a new project was underway at the lab. Project Principalis. One of the regularely emitted search parties had found some cell samples on an abandoned prison planet. These contained a so far completely unknown D.N.A. sequence, and had been brought back to the research institute. Since then there was a lot of activity in the laboratories. After the first successes in re-breeding the species whose D.N.A. was found in the samples, the scientists were all fired up and worked around the clock. The big breakthrough was to be. The potential of this breed was breathtaking. The weapon they had been searching for for so long was to be bred. Resilient, fast, strong beyond measure, intelligent but still controllable. The perfect bioweapon. Capable of taking out entire battalions on its own and under the most adverse conditions.

Everything went smoothly. The first creature was created from the gene pool, and truly, it exceeded all expectations of the scientists. It grew fast, was reasonably resilient, showed an astonishing amount of intelligence, was able to learn and adapt to its environment and showed a remarkable animosity against everyone and everything.

There was only one point in which the breeding did not correspond to the plan of the researchers: it was anything but controllable.

...

It had been a quite asignment so far. He loved to work on these remote research facilities. He had no family of his own and so noone missed him back home. These asignments went on for 12 month at a time for the most part, since it took so long to get home after an asignment. The Company paid an exorbitant compensation and with all the bonuses he could normally take an asignment and live from it for two to three years before he had to sign up for another tour of duty. He was in hes fourth month for this tour and so far his most urgent call to action was some lab rats, that had escaped their cages and those didn't even had some sort of contagious desease or something like that.

So he lay on his bunk and dozed off untill his next shift was on.

When the alarm went off, he was hit by it in full surprise. Officer Gunhart jolted up from his doze.

"ALARM. Xenomorph outbreak in tract four. ALARM. Xenomorph outbreak in tract four."

The siren blared in the background as the anouncement was repeated again.

The security officier briefly oriented himself, grabbed his shirt and gun, then ran out of the room into the hallway. HE cursed under his breath. His colleagues were already in the hallway, rushing down the hall toward the fourth wing. He joined them while still tying his shirt and schouldering his gun. As he ran, one of his colleagues asked him:

"What's going on here, anyway? We've never had anything like this before!"

Gunhart simply shrugged and turned a corner. Ahead of him were his colleagues at the large airlock to tract four. At the front of the airlock, the captain stood waiting for the rest of the Secureforce. He was a veteran of many campaignes, he had fought in so many battles, he himself would not be able to count them all. He had taken this position to settle down a bit before retiring completely. The Money was good, and with no way of spending it here, it was all his to keep when finally going home. When everyone was finally there, he raised his raspy voice:

"We have an escaped xenomorph. It took off on its own during a procedure, killing fifteen scientists and in all likelihood five Securities. All we know is that it is Project Principalis, a TOP 5 Secure project. As far as we know, the Xenomorph is capable of both logical and tactical thinking, and is capable of taking down a lightly armored security in a matter of seconds. So be careful. This is a shoot first, ask questions later situation. Lock and load men."

That said the captain stepped back from the airlock and activated the opening mechanism. With a loud crunch, the airlock began to open. Painfully slow the heavy door was lifted up and locked in an open position. Behind the airlock, the securities saw what looked more like a scene out of a bad slasher movie than a laborytory. The battle that had apparently raged here had taken apart everything that was not made of solid concrete. Tables, laboratory equipment, instruments, computers, lighting, doors and even the pressure locks of the vacuum chamber had been demolished. Even the concrete of the walls had been deeply damaged, covered with bullet holes and deep scratches. There was blood everywhere. Slowly and carefully, the securities entered the destroyed laboratory, their weapons raised. They secured each other and to all sides. Gunhart swallowed. He had seen some things in his time with the Colonial Marines, but nothing like this.

"Damn, what kind of critter is it that can put scratches like that in Moludan concrete?"

He ran his hand over one of the scratches, which was as smooth as if it had been carved in butter with a hot knife. His partner shrugged.

"I don't care about that. The main thing is that it doesn't run into us."

Gunhart readied his weapon again and followed his colleague through the completely destroyed lab.

In the lab it was errie silent. Only the occational radiochatter and the crunching of their boots on broken equipment was to be heard. The others had also split into small groups and were searching the lab. The entered one of the offices of the lab only to find it completely trasher and dismantled. Gunhart turned a corner, following his colleague, and stopped instantly. In front of them, a huge pool of blood adorned the floor and some spatter, as well as a large trail of blood, could be seen on the wall. Gunhart stopped behind his colleague, who bent down and took a closer look at the pool.

"It hasn't been long. The blood is still liquid."

His colleague pointed in the direction the drag mark pointed. He straightened up again and looked at Gunhart.

"We've got something. Call it in and take the safety off the rifle already."

Gunhart flipped the lever on the side of his rifle and armed the weapon. He then picked up his radio:

"Guys, we've got something ... Back here at the cryochamber. We're going after it."

The captain spoke up on the other end:

"Be careful. We've got lots of blood here but no bodies..."

Gunhart put the radio back into the cradle and followed his colleague who was a few steps ahead. They followed the trail through the corridors of the lab until it suddenly stopped. Gunhart and his colleague stopped at the end of the trail. Above them was an air vent with blood still trickling down the edges. Gunhart gulped and shined the light on his rifle into the vent.

"Holy shit. I'm not crawling in there!"

His colleague shook his head, too. He didn't want to go in there either. But they didn't get to think about it for long: A volley from one of the assault rifles shattered the ominous silence, and shortly thereafter a bloodcurdling scream rang out. Gunhart and his colleague did not hesitate and ran in the direction from which the scream came. When they got close to the spot, they slowed their pace. They finally stopped at the last corner. The scream had long since died away, as abruptly as it had begun. Gunhart took a deep breath readied his rifle and turned the corner ready to shott at absolutely everything. But there was nothing. All that was left of the other team were two lifeless, partially mangled bodies. Fresh blood clung to the walls in viscous splatters. Gunhart froze for a moment at the sight. His crony, meanwhile, turned around to vomit. While his crony was still caughing, their other colleagues had also arrived at the scene. Everyone was equally shocked. This time, however, no attempts had been made to hide the bodies. Gunhart, his gun still raised, looked around. There was no sign of the killer.

"Damn, it's fast..."

That was as far as he got with his statement. A shrill screech made them all jump. Gunhart spun around and jerked his gun up. Just in time to see a huge black shadow leap toward him. Before he could pull the trigger, the shadow had already leapt over him and dug its claws deep into the captain's chest. As Gunhart fell over backwards, the shadow behind him ripped a large chunk of the captain's rib cage out of him. Before any of the others could react, the shadow had already killed two more securities and leaped in a wide arc from the midst of the securities, who opened fire in shock, hitting each other in the process. Gunhart landed hard on the ground, just barely escaping the shots of his colleagues that were hitting all around him. When the shooting finally stopped, he picked himself up and surveyed the result. Some of his colleagues were still alive, but badly injured. Most of the securities, however, had died in the hail of bullets. Gunhart once again surveyed the surroundings, everything was quiet again, as if nothing had ever happened. He walked over to one of his colleagues. The security guard had taken several grazes and was cowering in a corner of the hallway. He was just stammering incoherent words to himself.

"...It was so fast.... so fast...where is it.... where is the captain...."

Gunhart took him by the arm and dragged him to an upright position.

"The captain is dead, and so will we soon if we don't see about getting out of here."

His colleague looked at him aghast, his eyes bulging slightly. Naked panic spoke from them.

"Oh God, oh God. The captain's dead? What are we going to do?"

It was more a whimper than a speech. Gunhart took him by the shoulders and shook him gently.

"Get a hold of yourself man! Don't act like a little kid!"

Gunhart drove hard at the security. Again and again he looked around frantically. The shadow, however, was nowhere to be seen. He fixed his colleague again, who was still extremely agitated. He handed him his rifle and grabbed another.

"Here take this! We'll go to communications now and call for help from the corporation. Got it?"

His colleague swallowed hard, but slowly calmed down. He clung to the rifle, which seemed to give him confidence, and nodded hesitantly. Gunhart looked around again. He eyed the others in the hallway. Two more of his colleagues were still alive and had made their way to a wall and were nursing their wounds.

"You guys going to be okay until I get back?"

The question was met with a grim look, and Gunhart turned back to his colleague.

"Let's do it. The sooner we get back here the better."

Groaning, his colleague started moving and followed Gunhart to the airlock leading out of the lab wing. The heavy door, made of a special alloy, had always been considered indestructible; now it had been torn apart and forced open. Gunhart was horrified. He would never have believed the creature to have this much strength. He took up his rifle and peered through the crack in the door. The hallway beyond was empty and all was quiet. He had actually hoped to lock the door behind him and be safe at least until reinforcements arrived with heavy weapons. He climbed through the hole in the door and entered the hallway, securing himself. When he thought he was safe, he waved his colleague through. His crony was visibly tense and his movements seemed choppy and stressed. Gunhart felt the same way; this thing could be lurking anywhere. They both walked slowly down the hallway toward the communications center. Just as they crossed a hallway that led to another lab, they heard a bloodcurdling scream from that hallway. Gunhart stopped, paralyzed by shock and panic, and looked spellbound into the hallway. His colleague was near collapse and his knuckles clung white around the grip of his gun. The scream broke off just as abruptly as it had begun. Gunhart raised his gun and waited. It took a while, then the unbelievable happened: One of the scientists from the lab down the hall came running out of the room in a panic, and Gunhart's colleague lost his nerve. He ripped the trigger of his assault rifle and shot the scientist, who came running toward them with his eyes wide open. Gunhart slammed his rifle against his colleague's, but it was already too late. The scientist collapsed in a full run and hit the ground dead. Gunhart closed his eyes and sent a shock prayer into the ether. He opened his eyes just in time to see the creature striding out of a door at the end of the hallway. It looked like the nightmare of a lunatic: at least three meters tall, with centimeter-long claws, no eyes were visible in its long head, and many pointed, shiny teeth were lined up in its mouth. It was completely covered with blood and the scraps of cloth and skin still hung between the teeth and claws. It seemed like an eternity before he could raise his rifle. The creature fixed him, it had no eyes, but he knew full well that it was looking at him. The creature screeched at him and his colleague. An unnatural, shrill screech. Before he could even pull the trigger, the creature jumped to the side, into another laboratory. Gunhart sank his volley into the far wall of the hallway, then fell backward against the wall.

"Shit. That critter's all over us!"

Gunhart's colleague took the words out of his mouth, and slowly Gunhart also bagan to panic.

"Damn. Did you see that?"

Gunhart looked at his colleague and his chalky face and the trembling of his weapon were answer enough for him. He checked his rifle and stood back up.

"Come on, let's go. We need to get to the communications center. Maybe we'll be safe there."

His crony scrambled to his feet. Shaking, he started moving, followed by Gunhart, who was still keeping an eye on the hallway. Gunhart urged his companion to walk faster. They passed a door that had been ripped off its hinges and crushed the scientist standing behind it against the far wall. Gunhart only glanced in briefly and turned directly away again.

"So this is where it's been. It's faster than the devil."

He didn't speak it, so as not to upset his crony even more. But his colleague was not unaware of this. He was shaking all over and was about to panic for good. Gunhart's tension was also slowly making itself felt. Nervous and uncertain, he kept looking around, making big turns around ventilation shafts and doors, and his hands ached because he was clutching his rifle just as convulsively as his colleague. They gradually approached the administrative area of the laboratory complex; they had not seen or heard anything from the creature for some time. Also, everything still seemed to be in order here. At this time of day, everyone was still in their quarters, so no one from the administration level was to be seen yet. Gunhart and his colleague passed through the pressure lock of the administration area and closed it behind them.

"That should hold 'it' off for a while."

Gunhart was putting on a confident front, but his uncertainty was clearly shining through. The lab's pressure door hadn't been able to stop the creature. He also knew that the air shaft system of the entire complex was an interconnected maze and that the creature, without having to pass through the pressure door, could enter that area through an air shaft. But for now, he didn't want to worry about that.

"On to the monitoring center."

He nudged his colleague, who -secured by the pressure lock- seemed a bit more relaxed. They hurried through the administrative areas and finally arrived at the monitoring center. Gunhart took a seat at a console and began configuring the surveillance systems as he imagined them. The monitors showed some hallways off the pressure lock and the administrative level quarters.

"Good, it hasn't been here yet..."

Gunhart muttered more to himself than to alarm his colleague. He activated a silent alarm in the quarters, which were then sealed off.

"That should buy them some time until..."

That's as far as he got when he saw something out of the corner of his eye on one of the screens.

The creature was in the process of dragging the bodies of the scientists into the lab wing. It carried several bodies with it and crept back again. Gunhart watched the spectacle for a moment, fascinated, until he suddenly remembered, boiling hot, that there were still two of their colleagues there. Reflexively, he reached for his radio and activated it, but the apparatus remained silent. It must have been damaged during the battle. Gunhart became frantic, fingering the console until he finally activated the speakerphone.

"Hey, get out of there, 'it' is coming back!!!"

He yelled into the microphone, looking spellbound at the screen. At that moment, a jolt went through the creature. It dropped the bodies and crouched down. It looked around and the tension in its body was literally visible. The creature suddenly fixed the camera on the wall and the speaker below it. A short time later, the image was black and the words "NO INPUT" appeared on the display.

"Shit! It understood."

Gunhart pounded away on the keyboard and other sections appeared on the screens in front of him. They show the path the creature had to travel to get to his colleagues. But nowhere did he see the creature. It wasn't until a loud, thud was heard at the pressure lock that he realized he was on the wrong track. One button press later, he was in the picture. The xenomorph was in the process of tearing apart the pressure lock. It had run full force into the airlock, already leaving a sizable dent in the door. Just then it took another run-up and rammed its skull against the airlock, which seemed to give way at any moment. Gunhart grabbed his gun and ran for the exit, while his colleague still stared transfixed at the screen. Gunhart turned around again at the door.

"Come on, we need to get out of here, or do you want to be cut into strips?"

Security tore away from the screen and came running after Gunhart. Gunhart himself navigated unerringly toward the communications center. He was aware of the screech of the creature that had apparently broken through the door, but he tried not to be distracted by it. As if the devil himself were after them, they ran through the corridors to the communications center, which was located at the far end of the administration level. The communications center was shielded from the rest of the administration by several bulkheads. In addition to communications, it was also to be used as a bunker and rescue room, which is why it was protected by thicker bulkheads and more stable walls. Gunhart knew this and placed all his hopes in this.

"The communications center bulkheads will hold the critter off."

He gasped to his colleague, who ran alongside him. But he wasn't sure of that either. Spurred on by the renewed screeching of the beast that had taken up pursuit, they both kept running. Just as they reached the first airlock, the xenomorph came into view behind them and rushed toward them on all fours. Its mouth wide open, it started to jump.

Gunhart was just able to activate the emergency seal on the airlock and the bulkhead, which weighed several tons, slammed shut just millimeters from the creature. The blow as the creature rammed into the bulkhead was so powerful that Gunhart almost fell over backwards. A deep dent graced the bulkhead and it wasn't long before it slammed into it again. The dent got bigger, but the bulkhead held, still. Loud, angry screeching and hissing could be heard from the other side of the bulkhead. Gunhart stepped back and looked at the bulkhead in disbelief.

"That's almost half a meter of duranium. And yet..."

In disbelief, he pointed to the large dent in the middle of the bulkhead. His colleague stood there totally aghast, unable to believe it.

"It's going to get us, we're dog food..."

He was totally panicked, which Gunhart could completely understand, however. He looked at the bulkhead for another moment, then tore himself away and dragged his colleague by the arm behind him to the second bulkhead. He carefully closed this one, too, and then went on to the communications room. His colleague stayed behind at the bulkhead. The Xenomorph's blows against the first bulkhead could still be heard muffled. As long as these blows continued, Gunhart felt safe. He tampered with the communications equipment. It was basically quite simple, designed so that even a lowly employee could operate it in an emergency. He quickly managed to turn it on and open a channel. Some emergency frequency. Not knowing his way around very well, he chose a scramble that seemed quite simple and was about to start his announcement when the beating stopped behind him. Only to start again a few seconds later much louder.

"It's through..."

He heard his colleague yell from outside.

"Mayday, mayday... this is Skenertar 3 Ayubkani Research Station. Help. We have an emergency here. There was an accident at Project Prinzipalis. It killed all the security guards. The contamination bulkheads have been breached. I repeat. Help. Accident at Project Prinzipalis. The xenomorph is free."

Behind him, his colleague was just beginning to fire. The Xenomorph's inhuman screech drowned out the thunder of the assault rifle, and only a short time later, a shrieking scream was heard. Gunhart acknowledged the transmission and turned around at the console. Horrified, he saw the Xenomorph, which appeared to be shot in several places. It came walking through the door on two legs. It was holding something in its hand, if you could call that claw a hand, that looked very much like part of a lung. It was speckled all over with blood and smaller pieces of tissue. The creature contorted its grimace into something like a grin. It drew back its thin lips and its blood-stained teeth came out flashing. Gunhart only now realized that he had left his rifle outside at the airlock. He was unarmed and this hideous monster had probably already noticed. He took a step back and bumped into the console, trapped in the dead end of the communications room. The xenomorph dropped the bloody organ from its hand, it splatted on the floor. After that, it came towards him slowly, slightly bent over. He closed his eyes, there was no escape.

Nobody heard his screams...