The Purple Xenomorph

Chapter 25.

Using my tail, I slashed the restraints holding the Yautja down. Je'Trya growled at me, but his growl was cut off by the humans sinister voice over the speaker system in the room.

"Fascinating. A Xenomorph specimen helping a Yautja, displaying a very high level of intelligence. You will be a wonderful specimen for study. Gas them!"

A hissing ensued as a gas vapor ejected from the ceiling, the fumes smelling ransid. After a quick whiff, dizziness and drowsiness were the first things I felt. Trying to capture me, are you Doctor Groves? I don't think so, dear sir. I have a mission and I do NOT intend on failing. I screeched towards the still intact mirror where the humans surely were observing, red liquid dripping down my lips as I prepared to spit. Projecting the blood colored acid at the large mirror/window, it splat against it and ate away at the glass. The gas within the room was vacuumed out through the window, coughing and hacking could be heard in that room. Fuck you Doctor Groves.

Turning back to the weakened Elite, he now stood and looked ready to attack me. I held my hands up in surrender to show I wasn't a threat.

"Calm down, Je'Trya. I'm here to rescue you from these awful humans." I clicked.

The Yautjas mandibles wiggled in surprise, "How do you...know who I am? And...why would a SERPENT be here...to help me?"

"Your father sent me here in exchange for the freedom of my family. We can discuss this more back at the ship, right now we need to get the hell out of here. Do you need help?" I ask.

"Never have I agreed with a Xenomorph..and I just might. My weaponry is in the next room." He coughed.

"You find your equipment, I'll keep watch for any other humans." I growl.

Je'Trya nodded and slowly walked towards the door into the next room, but not before falling to the floor. He can't walk in his condition, I may need to carry him out. The Yautja attempted to stand again but this time I help him to his feet, putting his arm around my neck and leading him to the door. He gives me a strange look as I did so, his eyes reading confused and intrigued. We enter a small room with Je'Tryas armor and weaponry placed upon the wall as well as human firearms, the Yautja stumbled to the wall and used it for support. He began to slowly put his armor on, his hands shaking as he did so.

"Je'Trya? When was the last time you've eaten anything?" I ask.

"I...don't even remember..."

He coughed and finished putting his armor back on, then retrieving his weapons.

Wait! I forgot the folders! I go back into the large room and go for the folders I had dropped, I also grab the Royal Facehugger for a future snack. Tying the creatures tail around my waist, I go back to the weakened Yautja to see him breathing heavily.

"Je'Trya are you SURE you're okay?"

"Why do you care..? Xenomorphs don't care about Yautjas..." He coughed.

"If that were true, I wouldn't be here. My family are 2 Yautja brothers by the name of Kritos and Karna, they care for me as I care for them. And if I didn't care about your well being, I wouldn't be asking now would I?" I cross my arms.

Je'Trya huffed, attempting to walk on his own again. I caught him before he fell once again, mentally cursing at what to do. Looking to the human firearms upon the wall, an idea hits me. I approach the wall of firearms, I choose a rather large one with a strap around it along with a rectangular canister full of ammunition. Taking the weapon off the wall, I take the canister and inject it into the firearm. A small screen lit up on the side of the thing, reading the numbers 250. Hmm, I may need more. I gather 3 more of the cartridges along with what seemed to be a bag sitting in the corner, tossing the cartridges and the folders into it. I add a few more smaller firearms into it before slinging it over my shoulder.