Alien: Revelation | Aliens Vs. Murder Drones 3

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The quiet of space was eternal, broken only by the gentle hum of a small debris hauler as it drifted, a mechanical ghost floating aimlessly in the vast emptiness. The ship was old, a workhorse used by scavengers and miners to sift through shattered hulls and junked vessels left by space's relentless violence. Now it hovered, lifeless, a graveyard of its own, with shadows flickering inside from the faint glow of emergency lights.

Just ahead, a colossal vessel—a JCJenson and Weyland-Yutani research outpost—loomed in the void. A metallic behemoth with limbs that bristled with weaponry and communication arrays, it seemed more like a predator eyeing its prey than a mere research ship. The derelict hauler was pulled toward it, guided into the docking bay by powerful grappling arms. Once latched in, a series of cables extended from the outpost, connecting to the smaller ship’s fuel ports. A pressurized hiss echoed through the docking chamber as hydrogen gas flooded the hauler, thick and toxic. Within moments, the ship was silent.

Inside the outpost, Ms. Yutani stood with her arms crossed, her sharp eyes following every movement of the retrieval team on the monitors. She wore a crisp, dark suit, her expression a mix of impatience and excitement. The project had been her life’s work, a pursuit funded by her family’s corporation and fueled by her singular drive for scientific domination. She glanced over her shoulder at a group of researchers who stood waiting.

“Hurry it up,” she snapped, her tone cold and cutting. “The chairman is due here soon, and I don’t intend to be unprepared.”

The retrieval team didn’t need to be told twice. Within moments, a mechanical cutting arm whirred to life, slicing through the hauler’s door. The metal gave way with a groan, and the team moved forward, weapons raised, entering the ship’s dark interior. Their lights scanned over shattered walls and floors coated in dried blood. Two corpses lay sprawled on the floor, faces twisted in horror, limbs mangled beyond recognition.

One of the crew stumbled slightly, his light illuminating something slick and black: the hardened, chitin remains of a Xenomorph’s den, scattered like macabre breadcrumbs throughout the cabin. This wasn’t just debris from a damaged hull; it was a nest, a hive built for survival. And at the far end of the ship, half-hidden in the shadows, they saw it—a Xenomorph, slumped against the wall, gasping weakly as the lingering effects of the hydrogen gas kept it paralyzed.

With practiced precision, the team restrained the creature, dragging it from the ship and into a reinforced containment chamber. Once secure, the team returned for their primary objective. In another cell, isolated and ominous, lay the second creature, the one the team had been ordered to retrieve.

This wasn’t an ordinary Xenomorph. Long, segmented, and slithering like a nightmarish centipede, it was the Solvermorph Queen—the result of Absolute Solver program corrupting Copper-9’s infestation. Its blackened carapace glistened under the harsh lights, dotted with fractures and seams that shifted in unnatural ways. Strange symbols pulsed faintly along its limbs, a visible showcase of the Solver's attempts to merge organic life with something infinitely more insidious.

The retrieval team moved the incapacitated male Xenomorph into the Queen’s containment chamber, then retreated, sealing the doors as they rejoined Ms. Yutani and a team of scientists, each eyeing the creatures with morbid fascination.

A xenobiologist, Dr. Elias Finch—a tall, wiry man with thin-rimmed glasses and a meticulous way about him—stepped forward, consulting his data pad. “The smaller one—the drone—appears to be male. By all indications, it’s capable of sexual reproduction.”

Yutani’s gaze sharpened. “So she’s capable of breeding, then.”

Dr. Finch nodded, his mouth set in a thin line. “Yes, Ms. Yutani. With a suitable male, she’ll be able to produce viable ovamorphs. The potential implications are… staggering.”