Sevastopol Stories

"You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? The organism is....how do I explain this? Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility." She says, as she watched the xenomorph hiss softly at her. It tilted its head, as if it could understand her. She stared at the xenomorph, as it hissed softly. "It is," she continues, the perfect organism whose structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. I admire the creature's purity as a survivor, unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality," She finishes.

{ Currently being rewritten } "This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo. Signing Off." My name is Samantha Ripley. The younger sister of Amanda Ripley by four years. Our mother was on the Nostromo when it went missing and we been searching for her for years, but with no luck. But when a synthetic named Samuels tells us the Nostromo flight recorder unit was on Sevastopol Station, we came along onto the Torrens with another exec named Taylor and the captain Verlaine. But when Amanda and I are separated from them and is now lost on Sevastopol, we think all hope is lost. Especially when there's now a alien organism loose that only wants to kill everyone and everything on sight. With the alien loose, synthetics and people wanting to kill us, I don't think we will be able to make it out alive. All rights go to the creators of the game Alien Isolation. Only thing that belongs to me is Samantha. #5 in #alienisolation (8/9/17) #1 in #alienisolation (12/17/17)

Captains Log: 26/05/2137 Begin Transmission: Hello? Is anybody here? Is anyone still alive? Listen to me, If anyone still here on this station can hear me, you have to get out now. There's something wrong here, the station's systems are going offline one by one, and the synthetics are malfunctioning. And there's something else here as well. I'm not sure what, but... ... ... I can hear it coming. Transmission Terminated

The irradiated wasteland once known as the Soviet Union is on it's last leg. Only one remnant of civilization remains, the city of Sevastopol. Now with a growing number of problems and a risky choice to be made, Sevastopol could go the way of the rest of the Soviets, or it could carve it's own path. The rest of the world hangs in the balance.