You would think Disney would contact the director/producers of the Alien TV series to speak with Andrew Gaska on canon

If this site would let me edit, I wouldn't post over and over. Anyway, here, talk to this guy:

https://avp.fandom.com/wiki/Andrew_E._C._Gaska

Correction: the recreation of the Alien, according to actual canon was around 2104, not "years later" as I put it. I had Prometheus in mind when I typed that. Still.

It is sadly and abundantly clear that the writer of this article has no idea what "canon" is in the Alien universe. According to canon, actual canon, the Covenant mission was only announced in 2103. That's only a difference of 89 years from what the article states. David's RECREATION of the xenomorph occurred years later. Please, use google, at the very least. Consult Andrew Gaska, the guy who is the literal expert/ consultant on Alien canon at this point.

I don't mind Androids being a large focus in the story as long as the main focus is on the xenomorphs themselves. Unlike some people here, I actually like Bishop, Ash, Walter and David. I think they are great android characters that balance between relatable and being the "other"

I dislike Call for being too human, she didn't come across as a proper ALIEN android to me. 

Being that we haven't had anything good since Alien 3 I got to set my expectations low. The prequels were alright but not good (those are two different things). If you get you expectations up high then you set yourself up for disappointment is my point. 

“Thanks to Ridley Scott, he went to great lengths to make fans care about the character of David’s personal journey, which means the TV show should take this plot further." 

No thanks, I've had enough of that. I don't want the franchise to be taken over by androids that are playing flute and discuss poetry. Keep them as a side story but the focus should be on other things. Raised By Wolves was about androids, which I didn't care for, and likewise I won't care about this if it's about that.

 Damn Forgot I can't edit my posts, the youtube link is from MR H Reviews titled: 

We Got Played - The Alien Series Leak Was Fake

Oh wait I found it on a youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqJC9m5394s

I can't find the source...sigh. I guess they either deleted it or I must have imagined it

Do you have a link to the artist page? I'll update the article! 

The hybrid turned out to be a fan made creation

Could be something like Blue from Into Charybdis. And that would be awesome.

wait 2014? Isn't that two years after the Weyland Corp was founded and Peter Weyland would be in his early 20's 

I really like her lips and teeth, so yeah I wouldn't mind this hybrid design. The Newborn was just plain ol'nasty

Damn I would have really liked that they kept Shaw alive

Indeed Thoughts_Dreams, the source is questionable with no other way to validate their claims. However, I have yet to find a duplicate of this image anywhere else so far. So, for now it remains 50/50! 

It is way better than the Newborn design, though. So I wouldn't be mad at all if it proves to be legit.

At least its prettier than the newborn

TexansDoitBest

First I would like to say welcome, I hope that you’ll like it here. Second about ending the prequels it depends. I would like to see them end the prequels if

1. They become less about David

2. Have better human characters

3. Have more of the Engineers and

4. make sure that David didn't create the alien that we see in the movie of 1979, he just did his own version. 

Making it so humans create androids that create the monster make it indirectly made by humans, while that might be interesting to some it takes the mystery away. I would rather have it some the Engineers made it and David made his own version and the Engineers take it and change it so David did the middle-version. Don't let him being the reson why its bio-mechanical because that's lame. 

“but the best script will include both the aliens and the AI, maintaining the theme since Alien 1, with mankind suffering in the middle.” 

What about the Engineers? They are one of the good things from the prequels. I would like to see more of them and less about David.

Anyone can be an anonymous source, if I said that they will do X in that series does that make me trustworthy? I doubt it. That picture is like a mix of a Xeno and the Newborn, it could be better and it could be worse.

Yeah she kind of has a look similar to Sigourney's Ripley too. I'm not opposed to her taking up the torch... and using it on Xenomorphs!

Agreed, but I'm surprised and also curious how they'll explain the presence of Xenomorph-like hybridization when the Alien DNA hasn't been discovered yet. Makes me think the series will allude to Weyland-Yutani and Prodigy Corporations having prior knowledge of the Xenomorph beyond what we originally thought after watching the films.

Hmmm something tells me this is probably a failed hybrid

I'm more interested in having a TV-show than to get another one about androids playing flute with almost no character to care about.

I haven't heard of the Illuminerdi page before so I can't say if its trustworthy or not.

As long as the whole thing isn't about androids I guess it's alright. Introducing another corporation could be riveting since it's good to see new things.

“... assimilating Human consciousness into Synthetic bodies.”

That could something, it depends on how it's done. I like how they use it as some metaphor for things that are around today if that's what it means.

The creator and the created theme is interesting. Hopefully they'll get it right this time since the prequels didn't. Unfortunately the prequels turned into disappointments even though they had potential. Not everything about the prequels is bad but the good parts are too few compared to the disappointments.

Maybe it would be better if it would be in space but we’ll see. AVP had it on earth in the Antarctic but that was in a secluded area so maybe there is a way to make something similar. The Predator (first movie, 1987) as in the jungle so there could a way.

Agreed, SuperAlien. This franchise is not about Aliens on Earth. I just keep getting AvP vibes. Although I like the showrunner Noah Hawley and his work, I too am unhappy Ridley isn't continuing his Covenant sequel ideas (yet). I'm praying to the Engineers that this new series isn't an absolute dumpster fire. Trying to remain as optimistic as I can...

Hermit and Wendy? The Prodigy Corporation? Uninspiring names, at least. I think they got it wrong with the direction of this reboot on Earth.

Alien is about humans in space, not aliens on Earth.

I am still unhappy Ridley did not get to make the sequel to Alien Covenant. I might never recover. But I missed you guys. My best wishes for all.

Regardless of everyone's opinions about Covenant (which i thought was a good movie but not as good as Prometheus), i assume we want Mr. Scott to finish what he started, i beg him to make at least one more movie to close his storyline.  David is now terrifying, but the best script will include both the aliens and the AI, maintaining the theme since Alien 1, with mankind suffering in the middle.

I really need to start watching Raised by Wolves

Hi welcome to the forums

That's what I always understood her to be, but as more of a prototype than an actual queen. There were a few threads on the subject way back when Alien Covenant was released. 

Thank you Chris! 
Yeah it looks like a Fan Art or enhanced Concept art for who knows what projects are in the making.. But I really looked into it and only found twitter posts of people discussiong possible story ideas for the "Prometheus2" movies :/

If you find the source I would be super happy :)

Also I will post my own artwork here when its finished ^^

Wait the creation can't be more advanced than the creators also this fan theory ruins the whole the theme to Alien: Engineers/Prometheus

Trailer of the second season of Raised by Wolves:

https://youtu.be/R6Kqm0qJ9Uc

Yeah I was totally ignoring the translated dialogue between David and the Engineer, figuring it could easily be ret-conned with the series if they choose to do so. But for this theory to work it would require the Engineers to have the ability of bending / warping space time, which isn't totally out of the realm of possibility.

Hey welcome to the forums! That image dates back quite a few years, I think it's fan art if memory serves... although I'm not 100%. It was linked to this topic but I haven't found a source for the image yet, I'll see if I can find it!

CHAPTER 8: INCIDENT

Locale: LV-1201, Primary Operations Complex, Animal Storage.

Date: November 25, 2230. 5:18 AM.

The Drone arrives in a vast tunnel complex, the walls looked age and rusted, the room was barely illuminated by weak yellow lights. She sneaks up on a lone guard programming a sentry gun in the middle of the corridor. She stings him with her stinger, his body goes limp as she drags him off to a dark corner. Where she had constructed a new nest out of the guard’s fellows. She cocoons the guard in her scretid resin before abandoning him to his fate. The cocooned guard opposite of him had just finished metamorphosing into an ovomorph. The ovomorph peeled back its petal-like lips as a facehugger slowly made its way out. The man’s screams echoed down the hall, then he went silent.

The Drone made its way into the air ducts looking for a safe route to collect more hosts. It didn’t matter to the drone if they were human or not, a host is a host. She heard activated sentry gun’s electronic beeps and mechanical swivels, she knew they were waiting for her down below, she encountered a few earlier and nearly lost a limb to them; she is more careful now, she learned to avoid them. The sounds of her children and hivemates screaming as they were gunned down by the sentry turrets made the Drone furious. 

Then came a loud roar that triggered a hive memory in the Drone. Images of ancient Yautja hunting their kind on this planet some odd 500 years ago flooded into the Drone’s mind. She redirected herself down the adjacent air vent, looking for her ancient enemy. Her rapid movements gave away her position to the human’s motion trackers below.

“It's in the air vents. Coming your way” radioed one of the guards.

“What do we do?” asked a guard.

“Shoot it,” radioed the other guard.

“Yes, sir” the local guard complied.

“Set up some turrets in the crawlspaces. We need to keep it contained in the corridors'' radioed the other guard.

The Drone cuts the power to the fans below her, she then slips through the ceiling down on top of her fleeing prey. She stings a civilian but is shot in the shoulder by a local guard. She leaps at him, killing him with her combined weight, momentum, strength and a forced blunt trauma to the back of his skull from a metal supply crate. She drops his lifeless corpse as she waits for her wound to heal. Two more guards come running down the ramp, she kills them both. Their bodies were recycled into ovomorphs as she built yet another nest. Now onto the turrets up ahead, she shiftly disables the two that had their backs turned. She leaps across the room to disable the other. She had avenged her hivemates however she was not done with this place just yet. She must find more hosts to replenish her hive’s numbers.

Two APE commandos hear the sounds of personnel screaming over the radio and the echoing down the corridors. They were all then systematically silenced. The two guards quickly retreat back onto the elevator lift, fearing the same fate as the others. The Drone had already picked up their scent, she snarled as they were carried away by the elevator. She leaps onto the shaft wall as she begins to climb. She leapt onto the underneath of the rising elevator; it was barely even halfway up the shaft shaft; she impaled one of the APE commandos with her tail before casting him down the shaft. The other commando readies his pulse rifle, he pops in a few shots at her. The Drone avoids the gun fire as she retreats over the ledge of the lift. She crawls over to the other side.

The Drone returns from the ledge behind him. “Command, I think…!” The APE commando is silenced as the Drone penetrates the commando’s skull with her inner jaws. The Drone turns her head and spots a yautja at the bottom of the shaft, she leapt from the lift’s ledge. She drops to the bottom of the shaft, her durable mesoskeleton allows her body to remain unharmed from the fall. She follows the scent trail of the fleeing Yautja.

“Where is it?” said one of the guards

“Should be headed your way” radio replies.

She finds herself a lone guard and a science technician in a cramped chamber adorned with massive windows leading to another tunnel below. The Drone leaps onto the invisible yautja, throwing both of themselves into one of the windows. They plummet to the chamber below, the yautja throws the xenomorph off of himself but he does not engage it, instead he continues to run. The Drone slowly recovers, growing more agitated. She hears more humans down the hall. When Yautja turns around, he flashes his biomask’s optics to signal the kainde amedha. The Drone snarls as she continues to chase the Yautja further in the tunnels.

“Seal the gate”

“Keep it out of the pipes”

A shimmer bolts past the guards, they feel a gentle breeze the guards bolt as they see the xenomorph run past them. The Drone will have to deal with the guards after she deals with this ancient enemy. She leaps down into an open chamber four floors down. There the yautja was waiting for her. He wore light armor, the hive memory tells the Drone this one is an inexperienced yautja called a young blood. Memories inherited from the surviving xenomorphs that killed these inexperienced warriors came flooding into the Drone’s mind. She lances her tail at the weakest part of the yautja’s armor. The neck region, the young blood deflects her tail with his combi-stick. Beginner's luck, the drone drops to all fours as she stays low to the ground, thrashing her tail around to get ready to sting her prey.

The young blood could feel the fiery rage building inside of him, he wants to claim this kainde amedha’s head for a trophy. The Drone wraps her tail around the combi-stick, the yautja pulls his spear away but the tail has a good grip around it. The Drone pulls the combi-stick free of the young blood’s grasp. She drags the combi-stick away.

The young blood feeling his pride being mocked by the kainde amedha readies his plasma caster, he targets the xenomorph. The Drone bolts to the other side of the room. The young blood has now turned his entire body to fire his shoulder cannon. The Drone hides behind a large crate. The young blood clicks his mandibles rapidly, he emits three red dots on the crate. His plasma caster begins charging up. The Drone abandons the combi-stick as she leaps out onto the wall from behind the crate as the young blood fires his plasma caster. The crate explodes into molten metal as shrapnel is sent flying. The Drone builds up momentum from running along the walls, leaping at the young blood. The young blood struggles, the Drone fires her inner jaws into the Plasma Caster’s powerpack, the young blood finds the strength to throw the drone off of himself. 

He attempts to fire his plasma caster, the shoulder cannon barely fires a free particle. The young blood growls angrily as he shoves his damaged powerpack off his shoulder along with the plasma caster. The Drone was back on top of him, he extended his wristblades to stab the Drone in her stomach but he missed and hit the bony part of her ribcage instead.The Drone leaps from her prey, she holds her injured ribs, acid blood drips from her wound. The young blood flips open his gauntlet, he taps at the tiny windows built into the gauntlet. Red digital markings appear in the tiny windows, the symbols changing frequently. The young blood began making strange noises along with clicking his mandibles rapidly. 

The guards above look down, “Is it laughing?”

The yautja’s laughter triggers another hive memory, the Drone recalls from one of her ancestors: They were swarming a yautja hunting band, the recalled memory came from one of the warriors in the distance. The warrior recounted the yautja laughing before being engulfed by a ball of light taking the warrior’s sisters. The xenomorph warrior attempted to flee along with many others but the blast set the forest alight, the warrior was set ablaze but fortunately she and several others fell into a deep pond. When they surfaced, they spotted the charred remains of their sisters. 

The Drone bolts up the shaft, she ignores the security guards as self-preservation takes over. The xenomorph retreated back into the tunnels as the yautja’s laughter was growing more and more distant. Then came the explosion. The Drone slowly returns and she notices the chamber was now a ruined mess. The other exits were sealed off by the guards earlier, before the guards were killed instantly by the explosion. She peaked over where the young blood once stood in his place was a massive hole in the floor. The panel the Drone was standing on slips causing the xenomorph to plummet into the hole. She lands in a maintenance pipe hub, where one of the pipe hatches was left open.

“It’s in the pipes. It’s going to get out” said one of the security technicians staring through the pipeway’s camera, as the xenomorph makes her escape. Commander Hadden watches over the man’s shoulder accompanied by a squad of security guards.

“Notify Rykov,” Commander Hadden commands.

“You said he couldn’t get here in time,” the technician recalled.

“He can’t. Sound the general alarm and send any available security teams down there on the double. We can at least buy some time for civilian personnel to make it to the shelters,” Commander Hadden orders.

“Yes, sir” the security technicians complied.

“Activate the distress beacon and notify Gateway. Maybe the Pods can hold out until help arrives” Commander Hadden added.

Locale: Forward Observation Pods, transmission room.

The illuminating lights of console buttons filled the room but yet the room was still shrouded in darkness. A woman is at her computer, working on something. Dr. Eisenberg standing behind her.

“I’m routing the security feeds through to the monitor banks now,” the pod’s security technician.

“Cut the transmission” Dr. Eisenberg orders her. The technician ignored him. Dr. Eisernberg grew more aggravated, having to repeat himself. “I said cut the transmission. I will not let them gloat. I won’t give them the satisfaction,” Eisenberg growled.

Locale: Lv-1201, Primary Observation Complex

Date: November 26, 2230

Two security guards are standing guard over the starport.

“You heard what happened to garibaldi?” asked one of the guards.

“Yeah… Blainly, been trying to keep it quiet. But I hear they had to check the dental records” the other guard added.

“I wish. They found him hanging upside down with no skin left on him” the first guard elaborated.

“Damn” the second guard reacted, disturbed.

“You got that right. Markinson said his skull was gone. Like somebody took it for a trophy” the first guard revealed more of the story to his coworker.

“Alright, Alright. You can stop now. I’m freaked enough as it is” the second guard was getting goosebumps.

The predator looks down from his vantage point at the corporate guards. He leaps down into the clearing. He uncloaks revealing himself to the two corporate guards.

“What the hell is that?” The guards stared at the alien hunter in horror. The predator takes both guards out by surprise. He skins them before roping up their hanging corpses on a nearby street lamp. The yautja is soon greeted by others of his kind.

“Gara-hish-di, hasn’t reported back” the predator reported to the hunting captain. 

“He moved without following, Gara-hish-di is more than likely dead. The tunnels are full of kainde amedha,” the hunting hunting taps at his wrist computer, images of the POC’s maps are downloaded into the other yautja’s bio-helmets.

“Spread out, for now ignore the oomens unless an opportunity arises that you fight one of exceptional talents and skill. Don’t waste your time on the weaker ones unless they attack you first” the hunting captain orders.

Date: November 28, 2230

Blaney and his men were marching to the local jailing center. The barricade had since been overrun by the xenomorphs and Blanely’s team had taken caultities. He needed more men, they had fallen back to the next barricade. He approached the jailing center doors and took a deep breath before entering the facility. There he began towards a door, there a man looked out from the multi-bar window.

“Martin Xavier” Blaney said coldly.

“Joss Blaney, my replacement” Xavier looked at the security guard with contempt. Not with him but the man who holds Blaney’s leash. 

“You were arrested for stealing company property…what happened to you man? It wasn’t long ago that you once commanded security?” Blaney asked.

“All in the past now, my friend,” Xavier replied, “So did you come here to say hi or do you need me for something? Perhaps a manpower shortage?”

“We need every able body person to beat back this containment break” Blaney replied, “You have fought these creatures, so you must…”

“There is no advice I can give you. You are not properly equipped to deal with them, you will need military grade weaponry”

“We will make do without them, shoot them enough times they will bleed” Blaney retorts.

“Even so, the likelihood of our survival is slim,” Xavier added.

Blaney gives the signal to his men to open the cell doors, the remaining laborers all step out. “You and your men are coming with me, no questions asked. Oh and remember the gate closes at fifteen to sundown. You're not inside - you're on your own. Just stick to regs”

Hours passed, the xenomorphs had broken into the second barricade. They took more civilian personnel. Everywhere they turned they saw nest after nest of cocooned dead bodies and empty eggs. Blaney rendezvous with Commander Hadden and his men.

“Commander Hadden, sir” Blaney salutes.

“Captain Blaney, we have security personnel that need evacuating from the lower crew quarters then we will rendezvous to hold the landing bays”

“Yes, sir.” Blaney gathers his men and some of the convicts to head for the lower quarters. 

The xenomorphs had broken through the last barricade, swarming Commander Hadden and his men. The security guards unload entire clips of their magazine into the xenomorphs but nothing can stop them. Their weapons were too weak to properly damage their armor, too weak to kill them. The security guards were ripped apart by the xenomorph warriors.

“I will not go like them… I’ll take you bastards with me!” Hadden cursed as he pulled the pin from his grenade. An explosion was heard, Blaney knew it was Commander Hadden. Holding the landing bays is going to be tough with only a handful of guards and convicts.

CHAPTER 7: CONTAINMENT

Locale: Lv-1201, Epsilon Draconis 1

Date: November 23, 2230

In the deep recesses of space a M-class Star Freighter encroaches on the planet LV-1201.

“Cargo vessel Aurora, you are clear for approach. Log on to channel zero one miner for landing beacon and weather data” The space traffic control transmits to the M-class Star Freighter Aurora.

The aurora slowly made its descent, it slowly and carefully landed in the start port. A long tubular arm hooks into the Aurora supplying it fuel. Power loaders get to work by removing supply crates from the aurora.

“I instructed you to have this shipment stowed by 09:30” Cisco shouted angrily at one of the starport workers as a P-5000 “CAT” Power Loader slowly walked past them with a large crate.

“You also told us to expect nine containers. We received seventeen” the starport worker explained.

“I don’t want to hear excuses. Get it done!” Cisco was growing madder at the worker.

Locale: Lv-1201, POC starport, M-Class Star Freighter Aurora

Date: November 23, 2230. 10:13 PM

Dr Arnaud Eisenberg boards the ship, he meets with the acting science officer, a blonde Weyland-Yutani agent. He glances at the rest of the crew, they were just moving about minding their business. He could hear their engineers in the background asking about their shares.

“The Committee is concerned, Doctor. The loss of Pod 5 is a major blow” the weyland-yutani representative voiced her concerns.

“Setbacks are to be expected” Eisenberg downplayed the tragedy.

“Yes, Doctor Eisenberg, but the Committee is still waiting to see progress” the representative is growing impatient.

“We’ve made considerable strides in deciphering the xenomorph chemistry” Eisenberg proudly declared to the representative.

“The Committee wants commercial applications. You promised us cures; instead they hear stories of unauthorized research. There’s even a rumor you want to try to harness and control the Hive”

“I’m not responsible for what politicians and corporate brass choose to believe,” Eisenberg was growing frustrated.

“I would hate to see your attitude jeopardize your future here” the weyland-yutani representative threatens.

“I’m not about to let this project get away from me. File that in your report” Eisenberg retorts bitterly.

Locale: Lv-1201, POC laboratory.

A man dressed in a dark colored heavy coat walks down the corridors passing by a few laboratories along the way, he stops at the door Laboratory 1B, he stares at his watch waiting patiently for his next assignment.

He hears the sound of wheels moving, he spots a large crate on a trolley cart being pushed by a woman dressed in a black clade armored uniform. She is one of them Iron Bear Mercs. The mercs always give him a bad vibe, maybe it's because they usually operate within UPP space or maybe because it's filled with UPP members. As a man who hails from UA space, he has a natural distrust for them, however as a secret smuggler they do pay him well. She draws closer with the crate.

“You’re late. What’s that?” Jonas asked.

“The package is larger than normal. So is your payment. As always, do not open it” Dunya instructed.

“Don’t worry, I’m good at keeping my mouth shut” he takes control over the trolley. “See ya sweetie” he says as he pushes the cart to his destination. He now arrives at the starport landing pad. He spots several massive crates and people managing the cargo with their power loaders. He waves at them, exchanging pleasantries as he pushes the cart to the M-Class Star Freighter Aurora. It reminded him of the old M-class star freighters of the early 2100’s. Not many advances in starship technology since the FTL tech revolution.

He pushes the cart up into its cargo bay, he spots an animal cage and several other supply crates. He lifts the crate up off the cart, it feels very heavy and he swore he heard something moving inside. He shrugs before placing the crate on the table, precariously close to the edge. He heard something stirring inside the crate. He is getting those bad UPP vibes again. He taps the functions at the base of his table.

“Scan completed. Report inconclusive. Target is shield” the computer spoke with a masculine voice.

“I don’t like this” Jonas had a bad gut feeling about this crate.

“Captain acquired on deck” his warrant officer radioed in.

“I’ll be right out” Jonas walks down the ramp, a security officer was waiting for him. “What's the problem?” he asked the guard.

“Richter, General Rykov wants to see you. Now” the security officer demanded.

“You’ve got to be kidding. I’m scheduled for departure in 15,” Jonas Richter protested.

“Schedule’s changed. Get moving” the officer ordered.

“Ah, come on Lloyd. Give me a break” Jonas growls.

“Let’s go. Hotshot” Officer Lloyd replied.

It senses the bodies were leaving, it was now alone. It hated being alone. It knew its purpose in life was about to end, it knew its companion dwelling inside of itself wanted to be born, it wanted to abandon it as well like the bodies. But it knew if it did nothing, it’s life and its companion might expire together but not sure when. It needs a body… It’s companion stirred rapidly inside of itself. Luck was on its side, the ramp of the ship closed off its cargo bay. The rumble from it caused the already precarious perched crate to tumble to the floor. The gases in the crate pops the lid straight off. The ovomorph was exposed to fresh air for the first time in a long while and also its last. It peeled back its petal-like appendages, ending its own life. It too has abandoned its companion.

The facehugger senses its “mother” had passed, it couldn’t remain with it any longer or else it too would die. He taps its finger-like legs on the ground, using the vibrations to map out its surroundings.

“Warning. Contaminant detected in cargo hold” The ship’s A.I. MU/TH/ER detected the facehugger’s presence. The facehugger startled by the sounds of the synthesized female voice, scurried along the floor before learning to climb up the walls. It awkwardly falls back to the floor, it had  now fully mapped its surroundings but one thing it didn’t map out was the ladder. It throws itself on to the ladder, its finger-legs gripping every bar until it reaches the top. It leaps off the ladder apex into the maintenance room. The changes in air pressure and density allowed it to decide where to go next. It scurried closer to the fuel pump. It could feel the pipe pumping fuel from the starport into the freighter. Fortunately for it, the pipe was encased in a spacious catwalk. It scurries into the fueling arm. It can sense several bodies below it but too far for it to reach.

“Get the hell out of my way!” yelled the corporate guard, Cisco, to one of the other guards.

“Sorry, sir” the guard apologized sarcastically.

“Don’t sass. Me soldier” Cisco retorted.

“Sorry, sir” the guard apologized more sincerely.

The facehugger is now free from the freighter as it now crawls within the fueling station’s walls. It carefully navigates its way past the pipes and ventilation fans as it searches for a body. It needs a body more than its “mother” did, like its “mother” the ovomorph, a body will allow the facehugger to pass on its companion dwelling within it. However unlike an ovomorph, it does not contain a living organism…not yet. Instead it carries a highly infectious microbial agent that's more akin to nanites than a natural virus. It must find itself a body soon or else it too will perish along with its cargo. The facehugger was now in the ventilation unit above a hallway. It could sense several out of reach bodies.

“You’re not getting paid to daydream. Can’t you find something useful to do?” Cisco barked at the two guards standing in front of a large door.

“Yes, sir,” one of the guards answered.

“That guy has issues,” said the second guard.

“No wonder he doesn’t have any friends,” the first guard added.

Cisco walks down the corridor and spots a third guard in his way, “Is it necessary to stand right in the middle of the corridor?” he demanded an immediate answer.

“N-no, sir” said the third guard.

“Idiot” Cisco snarled as he walked off. The facehugger read the one called Cisco’s pheromones and detected high levels of aggression induced chemicals it found attractive. The facehugger began to release a colorless chemical down the vented ceiling onto Cisco. Cisco passes into the invisible chemical none the wiser. It found its body, now it must find a way to become one with it. Cisco passes by two additional guards before taking a left turn into another hallway. 

“Why aren’t you men at your usual post?” Cisco barked.

“Sir, Sergeant Cole said…” the guard was cut off by Cisco.

“I don’t care what Sergeant Cole said, you men are not at your usual posts” Cisco demanded.

The facehugger crawls into a room, it quickly hides behind some crates to avoid being spotted. It senses two bodies behind a mesh fence.

“Somebody hacked the system. I’m serious” said one of the technicians.

“Just drop it already,” said the other technician, with a thick new yorker accent.

“I’m talking about permanent changes to the database: duty rosters, inventory, specimen samples, all kinds of stuff” the paranoid technician insisted.

“Did you check the log?” the new yorker technician asked for confirmation.

“No record. Whoever did this was a pro. I’m betting it was one of Rykov’s cronies” the paranoid technician accused.

“What do you have against that guy, anyway?” the new yorker technician asked curiously.

“Do you trust him? You know he got kicked out of the military” the paranoid technician added.

“He didn’t get kicked out. He was honorably discharged. For medical reasons. One of the Bears told me” the new yorker technician said matter-of-factly.

“You believe a mercenary? Look, the point is that someone’s been messing with the system” the paranoid technician added.

“Yeah, and my point is it’s better if someone else makes the report. Why get involved? Did it happen on your shift?” The new yorker technician was growing increasingly annoyed at his coworker.

“Now that you mention it…” the paranoid technician replies. 

There is a brief pause before the new yorker technician adds, “Besides, you bring the heat down your own dumb ass, I’m gonna get burned too”

The facehugger crawls through the maintenance ducts, it senses several bodies above itself but it's not interested in them. 

“You going on duty?” asks Nastasha, a young technician. She walks up to her boyfriend Joss Blaney, one of the security guards.

“Yeah,” Blanely replies.

“Hold up a sec. Let me grab my coat” she ran back into her quarters.

“My shift will be boring,” Blanely added.

“I don’t care as long as I’m with you” Natasha replies.

“Heh, alright” Blaney chuckles, happy to see his girlfriend wants to share some quality time with him.

The facehugger was indifferent to their romance as it continued its journey to stalk Cisco. It sensed a damaged and exposed electrical unit, it instinctually would avoid harming itself but it was between it and Cisco. Fortunately it wasn’t an obstacle and the facehugger passed into the next duct unharmed.

“When’s your tour up?” asks a technician to another.

“Five months”

“That’s not too bad”

“Eh, i’m thinking about doing another one”

“Hmm, yeah right”

“It’s hard to beat the money”

“Just don’t forget it’s hazard pay”

The two lab technicians went back to work, the facehugger crawled out from the ceiling and carefully kept itself latched to the ceiling surface. It makes its way out of the small lab into the adjacent corridor as it slips into an open ceiling maintenance hatch. It passes through into another duct. Before falling out into a sealed hallway. It then sneaks off into a small floor duct into the adjacent corridor. It could sense more bodies.

“This thing’s fried,” said maintenance technician Toby.

“Yep,” his partner agreed, “so what’s next?”

“Uh we should probably check up on the motion tracker out by vehicle maintenance” Toby sounded exhausted as he stood up from the partially open electronic door.

“Stark fixed that this morning,” his partner added.

“Did he?” Toby asked, surprised.

“Yup” his partner confirmed.

“All right, then I guess we can start inspecting the lifts down on sublevel 2” Toby added.

“Aww man” his partner groans.

“Beats unclogging chem toilets” Toby added.

“How's it going Toby?” asks another technician, “Either of you remember the name of that auditor that was in here last week?”

“The one with the nice ass?” Toby asked.

“Why, you in love or something?” the technician asked rhetorically, “I’m supposed to review her report but she hasn’t sent it over yet”

“Wasn’t it Sanchez?” Toby’s partner asked.

“I think it was Sandoval,” Toby added.

“Sanchez sounds right,” the other technician confirms.

“I’m pretty sure it was Sandoval,” Toby insisted. 

“I’ll try both,” the other technician replied. The facehugger leaped behind the talking trio as it made its way to the partially opened door.

“Ask her if she’s dating anybody” Toby asked curiously. The facehugger scurried away into the empty corridor, the scent of the chemical he released on Cisco earlier was getting stronger. He arrived at an open entrance way, it was Cisco. He was sleeping in a chair in the armory. The facehugger leapt from the floor onto the man’s face, Cisco awakens to something heavy on his face and a blockage in his throat before passing back out. A shadow quickly passes over to the door terminal, they shut the door, quickly they open the door terminal and rewire the wires to seal Cisco inside. 

The facehugger unaware of its benefactor continued to release its cargo inside of Cisco. Its senses dulled, it could no longer sense the other bodies, nor Cisco’s. Its legs grip on Cisco’s face grow increasingly weak. Several minutes have passed, then hours, the facehugger felt its life coming to an end. He slips off of Cisco's face, landing on the floor dead. 

Its cargo, black oil-like substance now flowing freely inside of Cisco’s circulatory system, consuming both red and white blood cells into a cancerous biomass. The pathogen now resembling a network of cancers had biomass nodes in key regions of Cisco’s body, like a factory they draw resources from the surrounding organs: blood from the spleen, local vessels, and lungs. Calcium from the ribcage and sternum. These resources are funneled to the main growth located in the chest behind the sternum. It extracts food and oxygen from the blood to fuel its growth and the iron from the blood and the calcium is used to develop its internal skeleton and harden its teeth. It's almost time for its birth, its muscles twitched to life within the cancerous sheath, it flexes the muscles in its jaws testing its teeth’s strength and durability. It senses its host’s fear and confusion, but it was too cramped, it must escape but the enemy was all around it. The chestburster began chewing its way out, it tears through its cancer prison. Next was the softened sternum, then the muscles and skin. 

Cisco was feeling a tremendous amount of pain, he contemplated his choices in life before screaming bloody murder as his chest explodes. Blood splatters all over the computer monitors, the chestburster was finally free. It turned its eyeless gaze back at Cisco, his body sunk into his chair, dead. Some of Cisco’s mind was copied or rather trapped in the chestburster’s personality. It turns away, lacking further interest in his host. It now looks for food. It hears more humans outside of the room, they pound on the sealed door demanding Cisco to open the door. The chestburster quickly slithered out of the window. Fearing for its life. It plummets to the streets below but thankfully its body is stronger than it looks. It carefully slithers into the shadows avoiding the passing guards.

“Where the hell is Cisco?” demanded one of the guards.

“No idea,” replied his comrade.

“He’s fifteen minutes late” the first guard grows angrier.

“I’m sure he’ll show up soon,” the second guard reassures his coworker.

“He better” retorted the first guard.

The chestburster slithers past the two guards, it spots a guard entering a building. The chestburster is tempted to follow in after him but the powered doors close behind him. The chestburster must return to the shadows. It slithers aimlessly until it hears the howling of a monkey. The chestburster slips past a guard whistling to himself as he makes his patrol. It spots a truck driving into its view from the next alley. It quickly slithers under the truck, using it as cover, the guards were busy talking to the driver to notice it.

“That’s the last one” said the guard before allowing the Truck to finish its drop.

“We got shorted on supplies again” said a guard observing the technician in a power loader uploading the supply crates from the truck.

“Yeah,” replied his partner.

“Fifteen containers,” the observing guard added.

“The whole time I've been at this dump we’ve been rationing,” the partner added. The chestburster sneaks its way around the guards and power loader as it slips into the animal storage bay. It hides behind a series of large crates. The monkey starts hooting as the chestburster slithers into a damaged side of the fence. The chestburster finds a howler monkey pacing back and forth in its cage, the snake-like xenomorph shoots open its jaws as it throws itself into the monkey chest, the monkey bear hugs the snake-like creature, the chestburster bites into the monkey’s juglar. The chestburster begins feeding on the monkey.

Locale: Lv-1201, POC starport, Animal Pens

Date: November 24, 2230. 8:00 AM

The following morning, It's been sometime since Cisco hasn’t shown up to work, the guards finally get the door opened. “Hey Cisco sleeping on the job ag…” he shines his flashlight after noticing water dripping from the monitors. “Holy shit, Cisco!” he realized Cisco was not asleep, he was dead. He quickly radio-in to his superior.

“What the hell is that?” said one of the convict laborers approaching the animal storage bay. He stared at the empty skin of the chestburster, “Is that a snake? I don’t remember shipping any snakes”

“Let’s get out of here,” his partner cried.

“Just a minute” the labourer peeked around the crates further. He spots a fully grown xenomorph drone resting on top of the empty monkey cages. “Run like hell” the inmate whispers to his partner.

“Wait what happened to Cisco?” A guard was responding to his radio. The inmate is ripped apart by the xenomorph, she spots the other inmate fleeing, so she stings him with her stinger. She walks up to the stuned inmate and finishes him off with a headbite from her innerjaws. The guard turns around to the xenomorph leap at him. She plunges her claws into his shoulders while landing her feet on to his chest. Blood spews from the guard’s mouth as the xenomorph crushes his skull with her clawed hands.

Two more guards swing around the corner, they spot the xenomorph and begin to open fire at her. She bolts behind some crates. She swings her tail to knock the top crate on to one of the guards. She quickly charges at the lone guard, knocking his Kramer Assault Rifle out of his hands. The xenomorph stings the guard, paralyzing him. She drags the paralized guard back into the animal pen. She drops him before making her way to the guard under the crate, she paralizes him as well before dragging him back. She rips apart and digests the dead inmates and guards, reusing their biomass into the basis for its makeshift resin nest inside the animal pen. Cocooning the two guards. She crawls over one of the guards, she just finished “feeding” him a mutagen substance. The guard’s body slowly begins to shrink, his skin darkens and his extremities begin to merge. The other guard too weak to scream watches in horror as his partner steadily grows bloated. 

“Bad weather for recon” said one of the guards, the gate behind suddenly opened up. A tail swings around from the opening door to sting the guard, he falls to the ground paralized. The xenomorph retracts its tail before attacking the guard’s partner. She crushes his head with her claws.

“Get back to work” A guard shouts at two technicians leaving a bar. The drone leaps down from her perch as she headbites the guard. The technians run for their lives as the drone turns to them. The two technicians retreated into the alley where the creature left, they were nothing but dead guards and inmates lying lifeless on the ground. The drone captures the two technians, cocooning them into the animal pen nest. The two guards cocooned from earlier have been turned into ovomorphs. The xenomorphs encases the two technicians in resin.

A lander flies down into the starport. The technicians quickly spot the carnage left behind by the xenomorph. The technicians discovered the nest. The ovomorphs had already hatched, several people were cocooned inside the animal pen. The drone sneaks up on the new arrivals, they soon join the cocooned technicians and guards. 

The drone wanders off to search for more hosts. The gate opens for a truck, the drone leaps onto the truck, she smashes the windshield pulling its driver out of his seat before tossing him on to the floor. A guard quickly leaves his post to investigate, the drone turns around quickly to avoid the guard's gun fire. The guard accidentally hits the driver instead, “Shit” he curses. Xenomorph leaps on to the wall, climbing across its surface before leaping on to the guard. She smashes the guard’s face into the frame of the truck. She hears a technician gasp in fright, she spins her skeletal biomechanical frame around. The lab technician runs into the facility, forgetting to close the door. The drone leaps towards the door, slipping through the doorway as she makes her way to the technician. Curiously the facility defense systems did not turn on to eliminate her as she makes her way down the corridor.

A guard was taken by surprise by her presence, she grabs the guard by the head, she fires her inner jaws into his skull. The guard's body is dropped to the floor, dead. She enters another animal pen, the frightened technician screams as she bolts past her colleague studying the Lv-1201 bug. The drone approaches the biologist studying the bugs.

“Is that you, Stone?” He stood annoyed by the women’s screaming only to come face to face with the alien. The xenomorph stings him with her tail. His body collapses paralizyed on the floor. She raised her massive head, she noticed there was an elevated area leading to the next room. She leaps to the raised area. She comes up to a room full of scientists and a single guard.

“Wow, we got a complete shipment for a change. In the morning I want you to prep the new hosts.. What the?” The scientists noticed the xenomorph eating the guard. The xenomorph turns towards the scientists, her teeth dripping with the guard’s blood. She slowly approaches the scientists, drool dripping from her jaws. Two guards arrive a few minutes later only to find the scientists and guards outside were all gone. They were brought into the ceiling where the Drone had made into the new nest made from the dead guard. The drone planned on coming back for the two guards below.

Weyland Yutani security command, it was a dark room filled with computer monitors everywhere. The security technicians watch from afar of the chaos unraveling in the Primary Operations Complex. They see the two guards looking confused as they search the laboratory, one of the guards heads back down to the animal pens while the other is suddenly pulled up into the ceiling, dropping his gun. The other guard returns, he bends to pick up his friend’s rifle, it was now covered in slime.

“Commander” asked one of the security technicians.

“What is it?” Liam Hadden answered.

“We’ve got a problem” the technician reported.

Two technicians were talking in the chow hall eating chow. Eating spaghetti, drinking mountain dew and just having ordered some bread sticks and a large pepperoni pizza.

“Seen Pete around? He hasn’t reported in” said one of the personnel.

“Probably sleeping it off. I think Carson’s covering for him” replied the other.

“You’ve seen him?”

“Nope”

“You run into either one of them, let ‘em know I’m looking for them”

“Sure thing”

“I just talked to Markinson. Something got into the animal labs, ripped the place up” 

“He, report it yet..”

The drone crawls down from the ceiling into the chow hall. She overpowers the personnel easily. They were valuable alive then dead as she began to drag them back to her second nest. Two guards ran down the stairs and began open fire on her. She drops her prey, ensuring their survival for the time being. She leaps across the chow hall ceiling before leaping at one of the guards. She headbites the first guard out of spite before impaling the second guard with her tail. She bolts up the stairs, she impales a maintenance technician before sneaking off into the air duct. It leads across a caged catwalk leading into the next complex facility.

“Where’s that damn containment team” two guards were guarding a control terminal linked to the specimen rooms. They could hear the screams of personnel getting ripped outside. The Drone breaks through the door and enters the control room. She swiftly kills one of the guards via impalement, the surviving guard was in too much shock to move from his spot. The Drone finishes him off with a headbite. She senses the electronics radiating from the terminal, her vision was murky but she was able to see what was contained in the containers and she was able to sense their minds via the mind link all xenomorphs share. She destroyed the terminals, power was no longer being supplied to the stasis field in the tanks. The xenomorph warriors awaken from their slumber as they break free of the tanks. The warriors tear through the doors dividing them from the plethora of hosts and prey.

Warning. Xenomorph specimen container fail safes overridden

The computer blared its warning. It fell on death’s ears as the xenomorphs began to spread. The drone ran into the security room after the security team was dealt with by the much stronger warriors. The drone slips into the security post 4.

“Containment team. Report to the Vehicle Maintenance Bay. Condition 3” the security guard in charge ordered before getting impaled by the Drone. The warrior rushed in to take the civilian back to the nest. The Drone ran up ahead of her sisters. She saw a man dressed in the APE suit, a heavy armor resistant to intense heat. 

“We got her! Secure those exits! Let’s burn her out!” the APE troops began spraying napalm at the xenomorph. The drone is repelled by the fire, she retreats out of pure self preservation. The APE continued to fire the jet of fire, backing her into a corner. The APE trooper is ambushed by the Warriors from the security post. 

“Man down! Target is loose! Cut her off in the maintenance bay!” The warriors find the other two APE troopers but they are set alight. They fall to the ground breathing in pain. The Drone bolted towards the APE troopers, she impaled the closest one with her tail. She leaps on to the last one and delivers a headbite into his helmet. There was nothing she could do for the warriors, however she knew the nests built earlier were probably teaming with young drones.

“Should we notify Rykov?” asked the security technician. The monitors display xenomorphs attacking personnel across the security feeds; Science and maintenance technicians fleeing for their lives. Security guards being ripped apart and civilians being dragged off to who knows where. Captain Blanley and his guards have barricaded a hallway while protecting the civilian personnel from any xenomorph that happened upon them.

“Sure, if you want to lose your bonus and get transferred to perimeter duty” Commander Liam Hadden replied sarcastically.

“What if we need firepower support, sir?” the security technician asked.

“Rrrr, Let’s not overreact. I figure we’re probably dealing with a single contagion. This isn’t the first time of those bastards has got out of it’s cage” Commander Hadden rationalizes.

“If the Primary Operations Complex goes down, the Pods will be isolated. We’re their communication link” the technician counters, his tone a hint with panic.

“Son, the POC isn’t being overrun,” Commander Hadden was getting annoyed while downplaying the xenomorph attack’s severity. “Besides, Rykov can’t reach us for three hours, at least,” he added.

Blanley and his men continued to fire upon the xenomorphs. The aliens retreated for now. Blanley and his men sigh as they check their ammo supplies. 

One problem with this fan theory, the Last Engineer was 2000 years old! They engineered humanity after all. Humans nailed their ambassador Jesus to a cross. Entire ancient earth cultures were influenced by them by imprinting the image of gods in our psyche. Also the engineer language is the basis of European language! So how could 21st-22nd century humans create beings that existed long before we developed synthetic life? hmm?

Also in a deleted scene the last Engineer only attacked David because Mr. Weyland demanded immortality, David was only acting as a translator so the Engineer could understand Weyland's questions. The engineer attacked david because he felt insulted by his presence that their creation (humans) would make creations of their own (androids)

I wish this series stop being so human centric, why must everything go back to humanity? I thought this was ALIEN, not Humans playing God or Humans achieving immortality! I mean it was okay with Prometheus since it was called Prometheus and not ALIEN so it could focus on other aspects of the alien universe but when you use the ALIEN title, it should be about the Xenomorph front and center