Murder Drones: Perfect Organism | Aliens Vs. Murder Drones

Chapter 19

As the group gathered around the slain Xenomorph, a mix of awe and trepidation hung thick in the air. N, V, Khan, and Ron all exchanged knowing glances, referring to the creature as a "dragon" with a sense of familiarity that Uzi didn't really want to dive into.

"Dragon?" Sam chimed in, his tone tinged with a hint of excitement. "That's kinda dope. Fuck yeah, a dragon, man."

But for the rest of Uzi's group, the term "dragon" only served to deepen their confusion. They exchanged puzzled glances, their virtual brows furrowed in bewilderment as they tried to make sense of the unfamiliar terminology.

As they examined the creature more closely, they took note of its peculiar features—the corrosive acid that flowed through its veins, the grotesque dome-shaped head devoid of eyes, and its overall biomechanical appearance that seemed to blur the line between organic and synthetic.

But for N, something about the creature's appearance triggered a recent memory, a flicker of recognition buried deep within the recesses of his processors. And then it hit him like a bolt of lightning—Space Beast.

The realization washed over him like a tidal wave, flooding his senses with a newfound clarity. He remembered the tales of the creature that had haunted his recent nightmares, its fearsome visage immortalized within the pages of the book that had captivated his imagination since he found it. It was only two nights ago, but it felt like it's been so long since then.

"It's... it's like the Space Beast," N muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "The monster in the prison... from the book."

The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, casting a pall of unease over both Uzi and V as they grappled with the implications of what they had discovered. For in that moment, they realized that the horrors they had once believed to be confined to the realm of fiction had become all too real—and they were standing face to face with it.

As the group grappled with the revelation of the creature's true identity, a voice cut through the tension like a knife through butter. "Xenomorph," Davis declared, his tone grave as he uttered the name that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it. "The perfect organism."

All eyes and optics turned to Davis, Kim, Tessa, and J, their presence casting a shadow of suspicion over the already tense atmosphere. J, ever confident in her abilities, asserted that she knew they would find someone there, her smirk dripping with smug satisfaction. "I'm never wrong," she proclaimed, her words adding fuel to the fire of discord that threatened to consume them all.

As tension crackled in the air like electricity before a storm, Uzi's voice cut through the silence like a razor-sharp blade. "So, what's the deal, J?" she demanded, her tone laced with suspicion. "You show up out of nowhere, with no explanation, and expect us to just trust you?"

J's lip curled into a disdainful sneer as she regarded Uzi with thinly veiled contempt. "Trust? Who said anything about trust?" she retorted, her words dripping with sarcasm. "Last time I checked, trust was in short supply around here."

V, her stance defensive, stepped forward, her eyes flashing with defiance. "And what about you, J? What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Last I saw, you were getting blasted into oblivion by a rail gun."

J's gaze hardened, her expression inscrutable as she regarded V with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Ah, yes, the rail gun incident," she mused, her tone tinged with dark humor. "A minor setback, to be sure, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little help from our friends at Gateway."

Uzi's eyes narrowed, her mistrust palpable as she took a step closer to J, her voice laced with venom. "And what exactly do you mean by 'our friends at Gateway'?" she demanded, her fists clenched at her sides. "Are you saying that the company had a hand in bringing you back from the dead?"