ALIEN: Isolation

Ripley

Not far away, on a station quite similar to Sevastopol, was an engineer, working busily away at fixing one of the smaller supply ships engines, which had been damaged in an asteroid belt.

To the untrained eye, this person would look just like your average Weyland Yutani engineer. But to those who knew her personally, Amanda Ripley was very different indeed. For one, she was a female engineer, very uncommon within the Weyland Yutani corporation. Secondly, was her surname.

Ripley.

Amanda Ripley had lost her mother years before, after she had gone missing on board one of the commercial towing vessels, very much like the one Amanda was standing in now.

Amanda had always been a rather loud girl. She was extremely intelligent, not bad looking, with long brown hair, almost always tied into a pony tail, and could more than definitely hold her own in a fight. 'The perfect mirror image of her mother', the people who had known her would say.

Ripley was busy at work, going through a routine of sifting through her tools, before shambling back to the engine, when abruptly, the routine was halted. When Ripley had made her way back from the engine to go to her toolbox for the forty-somethingth time, she noticed a man standing there.

The man was of average height, with short brown hair, and a relatively expressionless face.

Synthetic, Amanda thought to herself.

Syntetics were a creation of the Weyland corporation, the largest space travel and transport company in the known galaxy. The syntetics were a kind of android. They were essentially robots made to look, live and think like humans. They were significantly stronger though, in more ways than one.

'Amanda Ripley?' the man asked in a Bond-esque English accent

'Who wants to know?' she asked back.

'Miss Ripley,' said the man, instantly connecting the dots, 'My name is Christopher Samuels, Amanda, and I'm here to offer you something.' 

'Look, robot, i'm not here for any offers. Goodbye,' Ripley said, before stepping around him, and grabbing a welding tool from the toolbox. She then put on a welders mask, and pushed it down so it covered her face. Ripley turned around, and began to walk back to the ship she was working on.

'I know why you've been working in the region she went missing, Ripley.' Samuels called over.

Ripley ignored him, and continued walking.

'You're still looking for her, aren't you?'

Amanda stopped, and turned her head a little. 'What do you want, robot?'

'Amanda, I was sent here to tell you that it's been found.' said Samuels in an explanatory tone.

'What's been found?' inquired Amanda, turning around completely to face Samuels, before lifting her mask.

'The flight recorder, Amanda.' Samuels paused a moment, noticing Amandas eyes narrowing.

'Amanda, somebody has found the Nostromo's flight recorder.'

Amanda instantly lost her sense of self righteousness, and her voice took on a more sombre tone. Samuels had found her sensitive spot.

'Have you really? Do you really know where my mother is?'

'Unfortunately not,' replied Samuels, 'But with the flight recorder, we can find out just what exactly happened on that ship'

Samuels walked over to the table that the tools were sitting on, and leaned forward with his hands.

'I'll tell you what I know,' he said, begginning his explanation.

'From what I've heard, the flight recorder of your mother's ship was found by the crew of a cargo ship named the Anisedora. From what I've heard, the Anisedora docked with a large refuelling and commercial station owned by the Seegson corporation known as Sevastopol. We were initially going to leave yesterday, but I knew that you would have wanted some-' Samuels tried to find the right word for it. 'Closure... on your mothers disappearence,'

Samuels placed a small card on the table he was leaning on. On it was the trademark of Weyland Yutani, a large yellow 'w' with three white triangles in the gaps, representing the letter 'y', and the catchphrase 'Building better worlds' under it. Underneath the Weyland trademark were the words 'Hangar clearance: Level 2

'We've changed our leaving schedule for ten o-clock station time tomorrow morning. If you've got any thoughts on coming, just flash this card at the guards in the hangar, and they'll let you through.'

He slid the card forward so that it lay in front of Ripley.

'Thank you, Samuels.' she said.

'Not a worry,' replied the Synthetic. Samuels began walking away, out of the repair room, when he stopped. He tuurned around and looked at Ripley for a moment.

Something was pressing him, that he wanted to find out. He was still a robot, but Weyland Yutani were extremely advanced when it came to synthetic creation. Even when it came to personalities.

'What was her name, if you don't mind me asking?' he said.

'Who?' asked Amanda.

'Your mother,' replied Samuels.

Amanda smiled a faint, innocent, almost pretty sort of smile, before telling him. 'Her name was Ellen,' she said.

'Ellen Ripley.'