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Gavin
MemberTrilobite01/7/2012Here's a possible outline for a sequel to Alien Resurrection. I'll release it in parts, so as not to swamp you with it all at once... P.S. Wait for the reveals and the twist at the end. [b]Cast[/b] Ripley 8 - Sigourney Weaver [img]http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyu4ssNQBo1qa1o5zo1_400.jpg[/img] Annalee Call - Winona Ryder [img]http://mimg.ugo.com/201105/5/8/9/194985/annalee-call-122-image.jpg[/img] Johner - Ron Perlman [img]http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsP/13664-23127.jpg[/img] Vriess - Dominique Pinon [img]http://ckmaccom.startlogic.com/images/gb/rgb122b.jpg[/img] Major Stephen Clancy - Stephen Lang (Colonel Miles Quaritch in Avatar) [img]http://www.cinemaspy.com/img/user/STEPHEN-LANG_2169.jpg[/img] Dr. Michael Charles - Iain Glenn (Dr. Samuel Isaacs in Resident Evil Apocalypse/Extinction) [img]http://content8.flixster.com/photo/10/50/16/10501658_gal.jpg[/img] Earth, 2394 (15 years after Alien Rez), masked and armed USM soldiers are seen gunning down a running refugee in a back alley. Examining the tattered clothes on the refugees dead body they uncover a military USM uniform, the name badge states "Di Stephano". Meanwhile, a hooded figure mingles among the crowd of a bustling market selling scrap metal, contaminated fruit and veg, and grilled rats. At one of the stalls the hooded figure picks up a jerrycan with the word "MILK" scratched on it and throws two packs of cigarettes to the stalls owner, whom nods in acceptance. The hooded figure tilts back their head as they guzzle down the curdling milk, their hood dropping to reveal Annalee Call. Elsewhere, A scrap parts assembled motorbike pulls up outside a western style saloon, spluttering to a stop. The rider, draped in many layers of wornout clothes dsimounts his ride and enters the saloon, sitting at the bar. The bartender pours him a glass of dirty water, filled with sediment, and an oil film resting on the surface. The Rider, his hood up, places a six shooter pistol on the bar, spins it and pushes it towards the bartender. The bartender takes the pistol and the glass, returning with a clean glass of bourbon. The Rider gulps down the bourbon before lowering his hood and asking the bartender in a raspy, deep voice "I need a mechanic." The Rider is revealed to be Johner. The Bartender replies "Up the road, but watch it he's expensive." Johner leaving the saloon walks up the road to the double doors of the mechanics garage, a painted sign "Grease Monkey". Johner tries the man sized door to the garage and enters into the darkened interior, creaking on floorboards and banging into empty tins and jars. As Johner looks back towards the door he feels the unmistakable impression of a sawed off double barrel shotgun in his back. Rolling his eyes as if in disappointment, Johner spins round disarming his would be attacker, and turning their weapon against them. Overcome with shock Johner laughs hysterically, as his attacker, wheelchair bound Vriess also shocked exclaims "Johner?" Before their reunion can be celebrated in any way a team of masked and armed USM soldiers crash through the garages skylights, and almost effortlessly disarm and capture Vriess and Johner. In the doorway the silhouette of the soldiers commanding officer is seen, his longcoat waving in the breeze and a cigar held in his mouth. Back at the Market we see Call wiping her face and selling the jerrycan back to the stall owner, whom lets her have two partly rotten apples in return. As Call bites into one of the apples (placing the other in her pocket) she turns and sees a tall hooded figure exiting a building, looking to and fro cautiously. Call, raising her hood, immediately spurred into action follows the hooded figure from a distance through the market. Eventually the hooded figure realises they are being followed and quickens their pace, Call chases after them before losing them at a junction. Glancing back and forth Call looks for the hooded figure backing towards an alley way. A hand grabs Call and pulls her into the alley way, slams her against the wall and throws down her hood, before stepping back in surprise. The hooded figure drops their hood, revealing Ripley 8 "Call, you stupid bitch, what are you doing here?" Call, concern in her voice "Your in danger, Distephano, he...". Ripley, anxious now, cuts her off "I know, and you've just led them to me!" Call, confused exclaims "I wasn't followed. I know I -". Before Call can finish her sentence the now familiar masked and armed USM soldiers converge on the alley way. Ripley 8 and Call defend themselves as the soldiers attack using close quarters unarmed combat. Call is easily subdued, but Ripley is able to incapacitate two of the soldiers before also being subdued. Call and Ripley caught, the commanding officer steps into the scene, puffing on his cigar. To Ripley 8 "Well, well, well, I would've thought you'd go down harder than that Officer". Call, angry and struggling "Who the fuck are you?" The commanding officer, signals to his men with his free hand. As the soldiers use the butt of their guns to knock Call and Ripley 8 unconcious, the commanding officer replies "Your new master, bitch."
Here's a possible outline for a sequel to Alien Resurrection.
I'll release it in parts, so as not to swamp you with it all at once... P.S. Wait for the reveals and the twist at the end.
Cast
Ripley 8 - Sigourney Weaver
Annalee Call - Winona Ryder
Johner - Ron Perlman
Vriess - Dominique Pinon
Major Stephen Clancy - Stephen Lang (Colonel Miles Quaritch in Avatar) 
Dr. Michael Charles - Iain Glenn (Dr. Samuel Isaacs in Resident Evil Apocalypse/Extinction) 
Earth, 2394 (15 years after Alien Rez), masked and armed USM soldiers are seen gunning down a running refugee in a back alley. Examining the tattered clothes on the refugees dead body they uncover a military USM uniform, the name badge states "Di Stephano". Meanwhile, a hooded figure mingles among the crowd of a bustling market selling scrap metal, contaminated fruit and veg, and grilled rats. At one of the stalls the hooded figure picks up a jerrycan with the word "MILK" scratched on it and throws two packs of cigarettes to the stalls owner, whom nods in acceptance. The hooded figure tilts back their head as they guzzle down the curdling milk, their hood dropping to reveal Annalee Call. Elsewhere, A scrap parts assembled motorbike pulls up outside a western style saloon, spluttering to a stop. The rider, draped in many layers of wornout clothes dsimounts his ride and enters the saloon, sitting at the bar. The bartender pours him a glass of dirty water, filled with sediment, and an oil film resting on the surface. The Rider, his hood up, places a six shooter pistol on the bar, spins it and pushes it towards the bartender. The bartender takes the pistol and the glass, returning with a clean glass of bourbon. The Rider gulps down the bourbon before lowering his hood and asking the bartender in a raspy, deep voice "I need a mechanic." The Rider is revealed to be Johner. The Bartender replies "Up the road, but watch it he's expensive." Johner leaving the saloon walks up the road to the double doors of the mechanics garage, a painted sign "Grease Monkey". Johner tries the man sized door to the garage and enters into the darkened interior, creaking on floorboards and banging into empty tins and jars. As Johner looks back towards the door he feels the unmistakable impression of a sawed off double barrel shotgun in his back. Rolling his eyes as if in disappointment, Johner spins round disarming his would be attacker, and turning their weapon against them. Overcome with shock Johner laughs hysterically, as his attacker, wheelchair bound Vriess also shocked exclaims "Johner?" Before their reunion can be celebrated in any way a team of masked and armed USM soldiers crash through the garages skylights, and almost effortlessly disarm and capture Vriess and Johner. In the doorway the silhouette of the soldiers commanding officer is seen, his longcoat waving in the breeze and a cigar held in his mouth. Back at the Market we see Call wiping her face and selling the jerrycan back to the stall owner, whom lets her have two partly rotten apples in return. As Call bites into one of the apples (placing the other in her pocket) she turns and sees a tall hooded figure exiting a building, looking to and fro cautiously. Call, raising her hood, immediately spurred into action follows the hooded figure from a distance through the market. Eventually the hooded figure realises they are being followed and quickens their pace, Call chases after them before losing them at a junction. Glancing back and forth Call looks for the hooded figure backing towards an alley way. A hand grabs Call and pulls her into the alley way, slams her against the wall and throws down her hood, before stepping back in surprise. The hooded figure drops their hood, revealing Ripley 8 "Call, you stupid bitch, what are you doing here?" Call, concern in her voice "Your in danger, Distephano, he...". Ripley, anxious now, cuts her off "I know, and you've just led them to me!" Call, confused exclaims "I wasn't followed. I know I -". Before Call can finish her sentence the now familiar masked and armed USM soldiers converge on the alley way. Ripley 8 and Call defend themselves as the soldiers attack using close quarters unarmed combat. Call is easily subdued, but Ripley is able to incapacitate two of the soldiers before also being subdued. Call and Ripley caught, the commanding officer steps into the scene, puffing on his cigar. To Ripley 8 "Well, well, well, I would've thought you'd go down harder than that Officer". Call, angry and struggling "Who the fuck are you?" The commanding officer, signals to his men with his free hand. As the soldiers use the butt of their guns to knock Call and Ripley 8 unconcious, the commanding officer replies "Your new master, bitch."
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Gavin
MemberTrilobite01/9/2012The plot thickens and the twists, they keep coming...
Ripley 8’s attention is snapped back to immediate matters when the door to the cells suddenly opens. She quickly hides her hand in her longcoat pocket. As two synthetic soldiers wheel in Vriess’ wheelchair, Ripley 8 half smiles to herself, wondering whether Vriess is truly, permanently healed, or not. Looking at the wheel chair as the synthetic soldiers wheel it into place Ripley 8 smiles again, thinking of the powerless computer panel. The computer panel, laid on the bed in plain site. Standing up Ripley 8 distracts the synthetic soldiers as she escorts them to the door, “Do you have a pair of gloves I could borrow?”
Sometime later, the corridors of the station are quiet, very quiet. Down one of the corridors a shuffling sound can be heard, which grabs the attention of one of the synthetic soldiers guarding the groups cell. The synthetic soldier looks at its partner before raising its weapon into the ready position and stepping silently towards the noise. The shuffling gets gradually louder and louder, becoming the fast flurry of footsteps. The synthetic soldier, flicks off the safety switch on his weapon and steps around the corner at a wide apex.
Vriess comes belting down the corridor at full speed, barely missing the synthetic soldier and uses the wall to stop himself. He is clearly out of breath but the smile on his face reaches from ear to ear. Vriess, ecstatic at his new found freedom stretches his legs and jumps up and down on the spot as Call and Johner casually walk down the corridor to meet him, both laughing at their friend.
Johner turns to Call, “You know, I think I preferred him wheels.”
Call, rolling her eyes, “Leave him alone Johner,” looking at Vriess warmly, “I’ve never seen him so happy.”
Johner, rubbing his shaved head, “Still, he carries on with this running and I’ll break his legs.”
Call shakes her head. Despite their predicament it amazes her that Johner, as usual, seems his usual, crass self. Call looks at the synthetic soldier as it opens the door to their cell, behind them their escort waits, guns lowered. Call sighs, pondering why the Major said they were all guests, when they are obviously prisoners.
Entering into the cell behind Vriess and Johner, the door closed her, Call laughs as Vriess jumps up onto the top of one of the bunk beds gleefully stating, “I call top bunk.”
Johner sitting on the bunk below looks at the wheelchair, “Hey roadrunner, want your wheels back?” Vriess ignores him.
Call too looks at the wheelchair and notices a panel at the back is open. Leaning over slightly she realises the battery has been removed. Looking over to the other bunk bed Call sees Ripley 8 transfixed on the old computer panel, flicking switches and pressing buttons furiously, her hands covered in shiny leather gloves. Gently sitting next to Ripley 8, Call looks over her shoulder, but Ripley 8 tilts the screen away from Call’s view. Curious, Call enquires, “Do you need a hand Ripley?”
“No help. Not help.” Ripley 8 snaps, then mutters, “Not help. No. Not help.”
Call, confused, “Okay, if you’re sure?”
“Warning. Stay away.” Again, Ripley 8 snaps and then mutters rapidly, “Bad news. Not help. Need Help. Need to stay away. Wrong. So wrong. I was so wrong. No. It was so wrong.” She turns to call, tears in her eyes, “I’m so sorry.” Jolting Call, she snaps, “Stay away.” She returns to furiously tapping buttons and flicking switches.
Call, clearly concerned turns to Johner and Vriess, the smiles wiped from their faces and replaced with frowns. Johner stands up and slowly walks towards Ripley 8, cautious not to startle her, “Ripley, you okay?”
Snapping upright Ripley pins Johner to the wall, grabbing him by the neck with her free hand. She cocks her head to the left and then slowly cocks it to the right, and then slowly raises her head. Her face less than an inch from Johners, Ripley 8 slowly and seductively opens her mouth, leaving it agape momentarily. Suddenly she darts her tongue at Johner’s cheek and licks him. The sides of her tongue slightly ridged. Confused and fearful, instead of aroused Johner looks at her wide eyed, unable to speak.
Ripley 8, releasing her grip, “You want to help me,” before Johner can reply she snaps “leave me alone!”
Johner edgily retreats back to his bunk as Ripley 8 returns to her furious endeavours with the old computer panel, her repeated, nonsensical mutterings creating an unsettled atmosphere in the cell.
In the observation room, as the Doctor compares notes and findings the Major stares at the Queen Alien, whom seems to be returning his gaze. Curious, the Major steps forward to the railing of the platform. The Queen whispers a cautionary hiss. The Major unphased lifts his cigar to his mouth and inhales, “After nearly 500 years we finally get what we set out to achieve, and we get no gratitude.”
The Doctor, still engrossed in his work, “I don’t think she likes you very much?”
“She doesn’t have to. She’s already given us the key to controlling her kind.” The Major replies callously, before asking “Are we ready for phase 3?”
“Synthetic replication of her pheromones should be complete within…” The Doctor checks one of his displays, “…26 hours. Then once we’ve tested its effectiveness…”
The Major concludes the sentence, “…We can then command them to do as we wish.” He looks again at the Queen, a grin forming on his face “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
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MemberOvomorph01/9/2012The plot indeed thickens...
@ Spartacus - If you happen to be a technically adept 'fan-editor'...then I would certainly be interested in considering your offer of help.
However, there's a few things that I really require of any potential collaborator on my proposal, that need to be considered first -
1. Ideally, I'm really looking for someone who is capable of doing a BLU-RAY version of my proposed version. However, I'm certainly interested in just doing a good quality DVD cut if need be...but I need someone who can do a PAL format version. There are different 'timings' between the NTSC and PAL DVD formats...and since I'm from the U.K., I need to be able to relay the exact PAL timings of the 'cut-list' I have in mind, otherwise things may get too complicated and confusing for us both when it comes to e-mailing the details.
2. Although my solution involves reasonably straightforward cuts using existing footage, they will need to done using a mixture of 3 different individual BLU-RAY sources (or 3 different PAL DVD sources, if need be. Yes, 3 of them)...and although I don't need any fancy 'menu's made for this, I'm looking for someone who's capable of good, clean cuts and able to keep the 5.1 soundtrack...unlike some 'fan-edits' I've come across.
3. I also need a collaborator who is PATIENT and willing to stick to my EXACT 'cut-list' (which I'm happy to explain all my reasons for in detail, if need be) throughout this project, once it's started. All the descriptions and exact timings would be sent over various e-mails between us, and I'm in no rush whatsoever to get this done quickly. I just want it done with a little care and attention to get it right, as it will eventually be made available for anyone else that is interested too, through certain channels.
So if you think you can match this criteria Spartacus, and are still interested, let me know here, and I'll take things further. No worries if not, and keep your fingers crossed that I can contact someone who can. Thanks.
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MemberOvomorph01/9/2012The plot indeed thickens...
@ Spartacus - If you're happen to be technically adept at 'fan-editing', then I'd certainly be willing to consider your offer of help on the project I mentioned on page 2 of this topic.
However, just so you know, there's a few certain things that I require for this, before I undertake it with any potential collaborator -
1. Ideally, I'd hoped to contact someone who may be capable of cutting a BLU-RAY version of this ALIEN 3 edit. But I'm okay with finding someone who's able to just do a DVD version of this if not. However, it would need to be someone who's able to do a PAL DVD version in that case...as the timings between the NTSC and PAL formats are different, and it would get too complicated and difficult to relay the EXACT 'timings' and descriptions I have in mind.
2. Although I'm not expecting any kind of fancy 'menu' made up for this, I do want someone who can do good clean cuts, and is able to retain the 5.1 sound for this. And I need someone who's capable of cutting this together using the footage from 3 different BLU-RAY sources (or 3 PAL DVD sources, alternatively).
3. And I'd need a collaborator who's PATIENT and willing to cut my EXACT 'cut-list' throughout this process, without altering anything. I've never come across another version of this that ever satisfied me, and would include my reasons for every one of my preferred cuts/alterations during the various ongoing e-mails this would require to do. I'm not expecting this to be done in a hurry, but I just want it done right, and with care.
So let me know here if you happen to match the above criteria or not, Spartacus...as I'm certainly interested if so. And no worries if not, as there's certain editors I have in mind that may be able to help with this instead, eventually. Thanks.
Cervantes
MemberOvomorph01/9/2012The plot indeed thickens...
@ Spartacus - I've tried several times to post a response here about your offer, but everytime it DIDN'T appear on the end of this topic, for some reason. Just to let you know that I'll try again at some point when I've more time, and hopefully this short post will appear this time!
Spartacus
MemberOvomorph01/9/2012[quote]“Warning. Stay away.” Again, Ripley 8 snaps and then mutters rapidly, “Bad news. Not help. Need Help. Need to stay away. Wrong. So wrong. I was so wrong. No. It was so wrong.” She turns to call, tears in her eyes, “I’m so sorry.” Jolting Call, she snaps, “Stay away.” She returns to furiously tapping buttons and flicking switches.[/quote]
Jesus H Christ "Snorky", That right there is the most amazing thing in the entire story so far !!! It is better, as well, by far, than any one single idea that was filmed for "Resurrection"...
HOWEVER...
You have had the benefit of "second site" and the Joss Whedon did not because there was no talk of Prometheus when he wrote the script for "Res".
AGAIN HOWEVER...
this was never something you had any control over and therefore that makes what you wrote...that much more ingenius!
Up until now then story was Brilliant and I thought to some degree, Lacking in just ONE thing...The "UMPH" factor, which I always define as the One Big "Device in the writing" if you will in any story that grabs the reader by the "boo boo", doesn't let go, and Hooks them so they cannot free themselves from obsessing over it when they lay awake at night and think about it.
I think you just found yours Bro.
That right there goes above and beyond any kind of creative thinking that most people are even capable of !!!
I do not know what else to say man.
Despite any differences you and I may have had in the past, that right there is Effort, Hard work, and above all creative and original thinking on an order I do not think most people can even appreciate...But Snorky...let me tell you right now...
I DO !!!
Like I said, you've found your storys "UMPH" factor, and it could NOT BE ANY BETTER THAN THAT...FOR ME...IT IS THE MOST EXCITING THING I HAVE READ ON THIS WEB SITE SINCE I FIRST GOT HERE!!!
I am flabbergasted by it !!!
Congradulations "Snorky", you have found your special purpose on this earth,
YOU ARE A SCIENCE FICTION WRITER DUDE...
I mean again....
“Warning. Stay away.” Again, Ripley 8 snaps and then mutters rapidly, “Bad news. Not help. Need Help. Need to stay away.[u][i] [b]Wrong. So wrong. I was so wrong. No. It was so wrong.”[/b][/i][/u] She turns to call, tears in her eyes, “I’m so sorry.” Jolting Call, she snaps, “Stay away.” She returns to furiously tapping buttons and flicking switches.
Jesus F'ing Christ Dude, that's REMARKABLE !!!
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MemberOvomorph01/9/2012@ Spartacus - Okay that last short post of mine worked that time, so I'd just like to say that if you are indeed a technically adept 'fan-editor', then I would certainly be interested in your offer of help with the project I mentioned on page 2 of this topic.
However, there are a few certain requirements I'm looking for before I undertake this with any collaborator -
1. Ideally, I am hoping for someone who is capable of cutting the BLU-RAY versions for this, but having said that, I'd still be thankful of an edit using the DVD versions if not. But I need someone who can cut the PAL DVD in that case. I also require someone who is capable of cutting this together footage from 3 different BLU-RAY sources, for this to work. Yes, 3 different ones, or 3 different PAL DVD sources, if not.
2. Although I'm not expecting any fancy 'menu' or 'extras' done for this, I do need someone who's capable of clean, exact cuts for this, and who's also able to retain the 5.1 sound too.
3. I also require a collaborator who's patient, and willing to cut my EXACT 'cut-list' without changing things. I've never come across an edit of this that's come close to satisfying me, and I'd be happy to explain the reasons for my own preferrences for this edit in detail, when the time comes. All my cut descriptons and timings would be sent in sequence over a series of E-MAILS, but I'm in no particular rush to get this done quickly. I'd just like to find someone who will try to do it right, and with care.
So if you fit the above criteria Spartacus, then I'd certainly be very interested in you help with this sometime, if you still wish. And if not, no worries, as I have certain others in mind that may be willing to do this eventually, if I'm lucky. Let me know with a reply on this topic either way, and I'll take it from there. Thanks.
Cervantes
MemberOvomorph01/9/2012@ Spartacus - Although my previous message to you has appeared okay, the longer, detailed response that I keep trying to post is STILL not showing on here for me, as I seem to be getting 'logged out' everytime I try to post it!
So hopefully this short message will show okay, and I'm going to start a new topic called 'My ALIEN 3 'fan-edit' proposal...with a TWIST!' here in the 'Alien Discussions' forum instead. Perhaps you can reply to me on that when you see it posted. Thanks.
Neurion
Veteran MemberMemberOvomorph01/9/2012Hey…nice writing Snorkelbottom! I’m actually enjoying reading something I never thought I would…a sequel to ALIEN: RESSURECTION. That was a film that I never really cared for…and still don’t. Of course, I haven’t been completely satisfied with any of the post ALIEN films. However, I think that you’re doing a great job with the given material. The writing actually reminds me a lot of Alan Dean Foster’s Alien novels. Great job!
~N
Spartacus
MemberOvomorph01/10/2012"Snorky", before you post another take a look at what I wrote about the last installment please.
Cheers
Sparty@ThePrometheusParty
Gavin
MemberTrilobite01/10/2012Well guys, call me modest, but I did not expect such an overwhelming reaction to this story. I humbly accept your praise. Although I feel it only right to add that being an author has been somewhat of a pipe-dream for me for 20 years now.
This next installment is a small one, but it wraps up the second act of the story, enjoy...
Hours later in the cell, Call lies on the top bunk of one of the bunk beds facing the wall, her eyes wide open, unable to sleep. Unsettled by Ripley 8’s behaviour since their reunion she turns over now facing the door. There, silhouetted against the doors glass panel Call notices Ripley 8 watching her. At first, this unsettles Call, but she does not know why, then in a whispered, broken voice, “Ripley, are you feeling better?”
Ripley 8 just stands there, continuing her unbroken, unseen gaze before slowly, silently stepping toward Call. Mere inches from Calls face, Ripley 8 whispers almost hissing, “I see things clearly…now!”
Apprehensive, Call stutters, “What, what, what do you mean?”
Ripley 8 Looks over her shoulder towards the door to their cell and then back to Call, “I think it’s time to leave.”
As if on cue, both Vriess and Johner turn towards Ripley 8 and Call, eager to leave.
The Doctor, sat in a high back leather chair in his own office taps a sequence of keys on the keyboard on the desk in front of him. Displayed on the screen are the records for the crew of the USCSS Nostromo.
…Ash-Science Officer…Deactivated-2122
…Brett-Assistant Engineer…Deceased-2122
…Dallas-Captain-Nostromo…Deceased-2122
…Lambert-Navigator-Nostromo…Deceased-2122
…Kane-Executive Officer-Nostromo…Deceased-2122
…Parker-Engineering Technician-Nostromo…Deceased-2122
…Ripley-Warrant Officer-Nostromo…Deceased-2179
The Doctor, his face light by the static blue light of the monitor, taps a key, highlighting the first entry before tapping the Enter key. Ash’s record is displayed.
…Name…Ash
…Rank…Science Officer
…Station…USCSS Nostromo
…Activated…September 2122
…Deactivated…Unknown Date 2122
…
…
…Order Given…Special 000937
…Order Category…Acquisition
…Order Relay Point…Thedus Colony
…Order Relay Date…September 2122
…Order Completion Status…Failed
…
…Additional
…
…Order Given…Executive 000085
…Order Relay Point…USCSS Nostromo
…Order Category…Verification
…Order Relay Date…November 2122
…Order Completion Status…95% Complete
…
…End
Highlighting the Nostromo’s science officers executive order number, the Doctor again taps the Enter key.
…Executive Order 000085
…Verify genetic markers for species 005 during implantation/gestation period. Removal of implantation organism is prohibited. Ensure specimen reaches maturity. Catalogue all available information regarding life cycle. Top Priority.
The Doctor stares at the screen for a few seconds before logging out and leaning back in his high back leather chair, the blue glow from the monitor faintly illuminating his face as he closes his eyes, smiling.
Gavin
MemberTrilobite01/10/2012Here we are, the beginning of the end. The third act begins, time to heat things up and kill some characters...
Bang. Bang. The two synthetic soldiers guarding the cell turn to face each other and then the door. The first synthetic soldier raises its weapon as the second presses a button, opening the door. Reaching its hand down the panel the second synthetic soldier activates the lights in the room. After the initial blinding glare of the lights subsides the two synthetic soldiers see Call violently thrashing on the floor, vomiting white fluid and reaching for chest. The synthetic soldiers rush to Calls aid ignoring the fact that beside Call only Vriess and Johner can be seen.
As the synthetic soldiers crouch down in front of Call she stops thrashing and looks at them, almost comically, “Hey you guys!”
Behind them Ripley 8 punches an arm into each, reaches inside and grabs their spines housing their neural relays before crushing them, deactivating the synthetic soldiers. Johner picks up the two assault rifles as Call and Vriess each grab a sidearm from their lifeless former jailors.
Ripley 8, her arms free grabs one of the assault rifles from Johner and checks the corridor outside the cell. Signalling all is clearly Ripley 8 leads her friends down the corridor and opens a door. Heading down the next corridor Johner, now running alongside Ripley 8 sees a sign signalling the way to the hangar. He points his assault rifle at the sign and Ripley 8 nods. Following the direction from the sign the group reach a large double door labelled ‘Hangar’. Ripley moves over to the switch by the side of the door, throwing her assault rifle to Johner, Vriess and Call behind him, their sidearm’s raised.
As the double doors open two synthetic soldiers, posted either side turn to face each other as Johner steps forward, pointing the barrels of assault rifles at each of the synthetic soldiers heads. BANG. An explosion of white liquid, and white leathery components as the now headless bodies of the synthetics soldiers slump to the ground like abandoned dolls.
Catching her assault rifle from Johner Ripley 8 opens fire on a small team of synthetic soldiers as they raise the security alarm. Call joins Ripley 8 in occupying the enemy as Vriess and Johner open the cargo bay door of the Raven, the ship that transported them to the station, and enter within.
The Doctor is jolted awake by the sound of klaxons as the door to his office opens. The Major, alert and angry, “They’re trying to escape, you stay here, I’ll sort this out.”
In response the Doctor merely nods.
Back in the Hangar Ripley 8 and Call continue to exchange gunfire with the synthetic soldiers as Johner shouts at Vriess inside the Raven’s cockpit, “I thought you said you knew how to fly this thing?”
Vriess, panicking at all the buttons, levers and switches, “I do, I do, I just need to find…” he trails of, the plethora of choice overwhelming him.
“This is going to be the Betty all over again!” Johner exclaims.
“Shut up monkey boy!” Vriess presses in a big red plunger.
Outside, protected by cover of big metal cargo boxes Ripley 8 and Call turn their attention to the Raven as its rear thrusters ignite and the armed transport itself detaches from its docking clamps, hovering in place. Call turns to Ripley 8, shouting over the roar of the Ravens thrusters, “Better get on board, before Vriess crashes the damn thing.”
Ripley 8 nods and makes towards the Ravens open cargo bay door, she stops and turns to look at Call, shouting “You?”
“I’ll buy you some time, go!” Call shouts in reply before opening fire again on the synthetic soldiers.
Ripley 8 throws her assault rifle to Call, whom proceeds to use it before jumping on board the Raven and heading to the cockpit to relieve Vriess. Running in to the cockpit Ripley 8 places her hand on Vriess’ shoulder, but as Vriess makes to get up Johner leans towards the side of the cockpit screen, “Oh shit!”
Ripley 8 turns round to see the Hangar double doors open, the Major and a small team of synthetic soldiers stepping through, flanking Call. Pushing Vriess back into the pilots seat Ripley 8 grabs Johners gun and heads back to the open cargo bay door. Call, trapped, looks to the open cargo bay door of the Raven and sees Ripley 8 appear, opening fire on the Major and his team of synthetic soldiers. Ripley 8 turns to Call and shouts “Jump!”
Leaving cover, Call runs towards the raven and leaps for the ramp of the open cargo bay door, receiving multiple gunshots as she does. Squarely landing on ramp Call gets up and looks down at the numerous bullet holes in her torso. Ripley 8 placing a hand on Calls shoulder, “You alright?”
Call nods, smiling, “Scratches. Nothing I can’t fix.” A strange whipping, whooshing noise murmurs.
As Ripley smiles back something erupts from Calls chest. It stretches the fabric of Calls top before eventually tearing through.
The head of the grappling rope opens just before the Major, instigator of the attack retracts the cord.
Call is jolted backward from Ripley 8’s reach but manages to grab the bottom of the ramp with one hand. Ripley 8 runs to Calls aid but is stopped by gunfire ricocheting of the ramp between herself and Call. She looks up to see Call looking at her, her eyes pleading, “Ripley, don’t do this.”
“I have too. I have to make things right.” Ripley 8 replies, as if in apology.
The Major with all his weight pulls on the grappling cable, causing Call to bleed white blood from chest, a ripping, cracking sound accompanies the bleeding. Call, not in pain, but aware of her fate once more pleads with Ripley 8, “Please, don’t!”
Instead of goodbye, Ripley 8 mournfully replies, “I’m sorry!”
The Majors roar of effort is barely drowned out by the Raven’s thrusters as he pulls on the grappling cable one more time ripping Call in half and destroying her neural relay. Ripley 8 glares at the Major as she shuts the cargo bay doors, her eyes filled with hatred, and tears.
“Ripley!” Vriess’ panicked scream snaps Ripley 8 back into the present. Running into the cockpit she replaces Vriess in the pilots seat and looks forward to see the Hangar bay doors closed. She looks to Johner.
Johner, no words needed, “I got it.” He operates the screen in front of him. “Well I’ve got Independently Targeting Particle Phalanx, Tactical Smart Missiles, Phased Plasma Rockets…”
“That’ll do.” Ripley 8 intercedes.
Vriess looks at the Hangar bay doors and then at Ripley “Are you sure?”
Ripley scowls at Vriess and then turns to Johner, “Do it!”
Johner flicks switches and presses buttons. Immediately after each button press each of the weapons is targeted at the Hangar bay doors and launched as Ripley thrusts the pilots stick forward. As the Raven, at full throttle heads towards the Hangar bay doors the Major stands and watches full of pride.
As the ordinance hits the Hangar bay doors a large ball of flame erupts shaking the hangar violently, before suddenly being sucked out into the vacuum of space. The Major, his pride eradicated in an instant, and his team of synthetic soldiers are plucked off their feet and catapulted into space, each one of them ricocheting off the Raven.
Vriess dropping into his seat, exhales in relief. Johner, disarming the Ravens weapons looks out through the cockpit window at the Majors body floating in zero gravity, “I’ll be damned!”
Both Ripley 8 and Vriess locate the Majors body as the vacuum of space cracks and ruptures his veins, pouring his white, milky blood among the stars. Ripley 8 scoffs before launching the Raven towards the planet below.
Frantz
MemberOvomorph01/10/2012mmmm lets see what happen ...ive a long list of good vibes and a few complaints ... until now !!
Gavin
MemberTrilobite01/11/2012I've been finalising the ending which will follow this installment.
Yes just one more installment to go and then I'll be more than happy to hear your views good or bad, your questions and any discussions from that.
The Raven descends down through the turbulent clouds of the unnamed planet. Ripley 8 holding the control stick firm in her right hand, and flicking various switches above her head turns slightly towards Vriess and Johner, “Better buckle up, this is gonna be rough!”
As the Raven rocks and jolts in the turbulent winds of the atmosphere Ripley 8 turns her attention to a screen showing the contours of the ground below. Marked on the screen is a red triangle with the designation ‘FO-12’. Ripley 8 taps the red triangle causing a marker and counter to appear on the cockpit window. Ripley 8 shifts the control stick slightly, levelling out just meters above the ground and orientating the Raven towards the marker. Johner, aware that Ripley 8 is flying to an outpost, most likely guarded, he turns to her confused, “What’s the plan?”
Ripley 8 produces the old computer panel from her pocket and places it on the cockpits panel, Vriess recognising it enquires, “That’s centuries old! What do you need it for?”
“I need to borrow their equipment.” Ripley 8 simply states before turning to Johner, “I’m gonna need you to keep them busy,” she turns to Vriess, “and I’m gonna need you to fly stick!”
Vriess’ eyes widen, but Ripley 8 reassures him, “I’ve locked the altitude and redirected the horizontal controls to the stick.” Noticing Vriess’ eyes widen more, “Just waggle the stick you’ll be fine.”
The Raven, maintaining level above the ground, raises as the ground comes to small incline before dropping with the ground. In front of the Raven is an observation station, complete with an orbital transmitter, guarded by four synthetic soldiers. Behind them, stretching towards the horizon, dozens of large organic egg-shaped structures, the Alien hives. The faint silhouettes of Aliens perched, scurrying and patrolling between and on top of the hives.
The synthetic soldiers raise their weapons as the Raven approaches, turning towards them as it slows to stop above the ground, dust and debris blowing up from the backwash of the Ravens engines. The cargo bay door opens, dropping down to become a ramp. Johner, relishing the moment stands proud and heroic before running off the ramp and firing his assault rifle at one of the synthetic soldiers, their head exploding in a mist of milk.
Landing on the ground Johner throws down his assault rifle as the three remaining synthetic soldiers run towards him. Cracking his neck, “Come on fella’s.”
The first synthetic soldier punches Johner square in the stomach while dodging Johners punch. Folding forward Johner head butts the first synthetic soldier as it rises from its crouched position. The second synthetic soldier steps behind Johner ready to grab him, but Johner stands upright, snapping his head back, head butting his would be grabber. As the first and second synthetic soldiers briefly recover from their blows, and as the third charges at Johner Ripley 8 jumps from the cargo bay ramp and runs behind the orbital transmitter, unseen.
Punching through the metallic housing of the transmitter Ripley 8 is able to rip off the security panel, revealing a myriad of cables, a monitor and a keyboard. Ripley 8 slides out the keyboard and furiously taps on the keys as Johner uppercuts one of the synthetic soldiers, knocking it off its feet and then flat on its back.
The relay dish atop the orbital transmitter moves from looking due south to looking straight up. Ripley 8 taps away again at the keyboard. Johner, grabbed by two of the synthetic soldiers either side of him head butts the third, knocking it back.
Ripley 8 pulls two cables from inside the transmitter before pulling the old computer panel from her pocket. She then connects the cables to the panel and enters a brief code onto the keyboard. The monitor displays the word ‘TRANSMITTING’. Ripley 8 looks around the transmitter to see Johner spearhead two of the synthetic guards, knocking them onto their backs. Returning her attention to the transmitter, she places the old computer panel underneath the housing, out of sight before ripping out the keyboard.
Ripley 8 appears from behind the orbital transmitter, long coat wavering in the wind, her hood raised, casually walking towards the synthetic soldiers as they turn to notice her. Johner taking his cue grabs his assault rifle and jumps back on board the Raven. One of the synthetic soldiers charges Ripley 8. She sidesteps the charge and thrusts out her arm, clothes-lining her attacker who doubles over in the air before landing face down on the ground. The second synthetic soldier cautiously approaches Ripley 8 before swinging a punch at her. She weaves out of the way of the attack before rising back up, grabbing her second attacker by the shoulder and kicking the back of its knees, sending them to the ground. The third synthetic soldier, having observed Ripley 8’s fighting ability adapts and turns towards her, performing a spinning back kick. Unflinching Ripley 8 grabs the extended leg of her attacker and, having noticed the first synthetic soldier is now standing, swings her attacker with his leg, sending him flying into the first.
Johner, watching from the ramp, cheers for Ripley, obviously impressed by her fighting prowess. Still out of breath from his own fight with the synthetic soldiers Johner crouches down to catch his breathe and rest his muscles. Touching the floor Johner’s hands feel wet. Looking down he sees threads of mucus and slime as he raises his hand. Behind him, beyond his peripheral vision a familiar dark, skeletal tail waves in the wake of movement.
Spartacus
MemberOvomorph01/11/2012i need my fix now !!!
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Spartacus
MemberOvomorph01/11/2012"Snorky"....?..."Snorky"...
..."is it safe"...?...
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Gavin
MemberTrilobite01/12/2012Here we are the final installment, the end, the finale. Enjoy...
Johner stands up slowly before hearing the tap, tap of footprints behind him, slowly circling around him. Closing his eyes Johner slowly swallows in an attempt to steady his nerves before opening his eyes. Looking to his left, his head still as rock, Johner sees his antagonist step into view. Its metallic teeth almost grinning, drools of saliva slowly dripping from is aggressively pointed chin, its elongated ridged head slowly turning towards him. Johner freezes, remembering the only part of the Doctors ranting that he actually listened to, that the Aliens are blind.
Its clawed hands drooping in front of its chest, its dinosaur-like hind legs bent causing it to lean forward slightly, its tail flowing behind it, the Alien raises its chin as though smelling the air. Johner holds his breath. The Alien turns and circles around behind Johner, the motion causing its tail to gently whip towards Johner before flowing behind the Alien, missing Johners face by less than inch.
Ripley 8, holding on of the synthetic soldiers in a head lock, looks up towards the Raven, and sees Johner frozen as an Alien circles him, teasing him, playing with him. Snapping the synthetic soldiers neck, deactivating it, she shouts at the top of her lungs, “Johner, it can see you!”
On board the space station in orbit above the unnamed planet the Doctor anxiously gazes down upon the Alien infested world. To his right one of the technicians, “Dr. Charles,” The doctor turns to face the technician, “I’m picking up a signal from the planet surface.”
The Doctor intrigued, “Can you isolate the location?”
“Yes sir,” The technician brings up a map of the planet, scattered across the map are many blue triangles, with one flashing red, “The signal is being transmitted from Forward Observations-12 sir.”
The Doctor looks at the flashing beacon the screen, “Is it from the team stationed there?”
“No sir,” The technician brings up the binary code for the signal, “Its…is that?”
Wide eyed the Doctor barks, “Shut it off! Turn off that goddamn signal!”
The technician types furiously on the keyboard in front of them, “I can’t sir, I’m locked out.”
Although furious, the Doctor enquires, “Can you at least get me a visual from that outpost?”
“Er…I, I think so sir.” The technician types on a few keys, “There we are!” relieved, the technician brings up a display on the monitor showing Ripley 8 fighting two synthetic soldiers, the lifeless bodies of the other two slumped on the ground and the USM Raven hovering nearby. Leaning closer to the monitor the Doctor ponders, “Ripley, Ripley, Ripley, what are you up to?”
Johner, unable to hear Ripley 8’s warnings over the roar of the Ravens engines remains motionless, believing the Alien is unable to see him. Circling back round it again appears at Johners left side before slowly turning its back toward him. Johner slowly breathes a sigh of relief. The Alien snaps back round to face Johner, slowly opening its mouth, revealing its deadly tongue.
Ripley 8 watches helplessly as the Alien grabs Johner and thrusts him against the bulkhead wall within the Ravens cargo bay, “Johner!”
One of the synthetic soldiers rushes Ripley 8 from the front, she sidesteps it grabbing them at the throat and with one hand snaps their neck, deactivating them, as the final synthetic soldier moves in behind her. Again she screams, “Johner!”
Johner, pinned against the wall by the Alien, holds its head at bay as the creature maintains its iron grip on Johner’s shoulders. Snap, the Alien’s deadly tongue darts out, barely missing Johners face. Johner grabs the creatures jaw, forcing its mouth shut, “Now what are you gonna do, huh?”
The Alien whips its tail before stabbing at Johner, again barely missing his face. Johner straining to hold the creature at bay, “Come on then! What have you got?”
Closing its grip on Johner’s shoulders the Alien thrusts its razor sharp claws into his chest.
Ripley 8, grabbed from behind by the final synthetic soldier screams, “Johner, NO!” as Johner screams out in agony releasing his grip on the Alien, which furiously darts its deadly tongue into Johner’s head, his body slumping lifelessly. Grabbing the synthetic soldier Ripley 8 throws it over her shoulder and onto the ground, before ripping out its throat and neural relay. Lifting her head towards the Raven Ripley 8 looks towards the cockpit, panicked she screams “Vriess!”
In the cockpit Vriess looks down at Ripley 8 as she crushes the last synthetic soldiers neural relay. Unaware of his friends demise he looks back over his shoulder, “Johner?”
As Vriess looks back towards Ripley 8 the Alien’s tail waves behind him from the doorway before disappearing from view. Again Vriess looks back over his shoulder, “Johner?”
Vriess looks again at Ripley 8 and sees her starting to run toward the Raven, but as he prepares to swing the ship round for her he notices her stop. Vriess frowns with confusion as he grabs the control stick, and then to his left he hears and feels and exhaling hiss. Turning toward the sound Vriess stares at the metallic teeth of the Alien as it opens its drooling mouth, its deadly tongue quivering in anticipation. Vriess shakingly mutters, “Oh shit!”
“NO!” Ripley 8 screams as the Aliens tongue darts into Vriess’ face, killing him instantly, Vriess’ lifeless hands pulling the control stick backwards as his arm muscles retract.
Ripley 8 watches in helpless despair as the Raven careers backwards toward the drop at the end of the incline. The Ravens thrusters buckle and break under the momentum before causing the Raven to explode in to a huge fireball of red flames, blistering heat and flying shrapnel, black smoke billowing high into the air.
Watching from the safety of the space station the Doctor turns again to the technician enquiring, “Have you found a way to turn off that damn signal yet?”
The technician nervously answers, “Yes sir, by shutting down all of the observation posts systems. Should I proceed?”
“Not yet,” the Doctors curiosity bettering his judgment, “I want to see this.”
Ripley 8 turns her back on the flaming wreckage of the Raven and the dead bodies of her friends, drooping her shoulders in resignation. Looking up she senses the many Aliens now scurrying and around their hives watching her, waiting for her. Walking slowly forward she looks far into the distance, in the mist surrounding the largest hive and sees the silhouette of an Alien. An Alien like the Queen but somehow different, larger. Ripley 8 senses it watching her before it roars a deep throated, rumbling roar. Glancing out of the corners of her eyes she sees Aliens scurrying away from her, as though responding to the roar. She looks again to the mist in the distance as the large silhouette moves off and disappears.
The Aliens around her, all around her, no longer in retreat, but slowly creeping towards her, Ripley 8 stops and slides the long coat from her, letting it drop on the ground. The Aliens edge closer. She stands still but unafraid, her bare, muscular arms indented with the biomechanical grooves of the Alien. The Aliens, so close now, saliva drooling from their chins, their mouths hissing open, their bodies tense with anticipation as Ripley 8 slowly, calmly closes her eyes and whispers silently, “Amanda.”
Shaking furiously the Aliens all together spit their acidic venom at Ripley 8, burning away her clothes and her thin layer of human skin, revealing the bio-mechanical nightmare she was becoming. Then in a fury of lashing tails, ripping claws, and biting teeth the Aliens pounce on Ripley 8 in unison. Her screams of agony are none, but the fury and wrath of the Aliens is plenty as more and more pounce upon her, tearing, ripping and shredding her apart. Again the nightmarish landscape of the Alien infested planet shakes to the Roar of the large, unseen Alien. The orgy of Aliens scurry from their quarry, from their kill, all that remains is a tattered and burnt long coat.
The Doctor pauses briefly, in surprise rather than respect, “Turn it off.” And as he moves towards a free monitor opposite the large window, “Send that footage to my station.”
“Yes sir” the technician replies as the Doctor seats himself in front of the monitor.
The Doctor skips through the footage before pressing play, the strange silhouette of the mystery Alien creature in the mist appears in the distance on his screen. Pausing the footage the Doctor selects the eerie shadow and magnifies the image. Leaning back in his chair the Doctor rubs his head in wonder and curiosity, “What are you?”
Behind him, through the window the unnamed world, once an Eden of nature is now a nightmare planet infested with Aliens. Beyond the planet are stars, but orbiting the planet, heading towards the space station and the planet below, three Space Jockey spacecraft.
The End.
I'm more than happy to hear your views good or bad, your questions and any discussions about any elements of what you've gone out of your way to read.
Frantz
MemberOvomorph01/12/2012Ok ...i will write down my impressions ....
GOOD THINGS
1) you write very well ..im not english mother language but is pretty evident ...everything go perfectly
2) great quantity of details ..so there is the "i feel im there" sensation , great work
3) the action is fluent ...there are no gaps ...everything make sense ...great story flow .
4) good work on characters actions and attitude ..like you know very well the material ( and of course we know !! )
5) the plot have nothing to envy to alien resurrection and always keep you guessing and wanting to read more
LESS GOOD THINGS
1) it borrow too much from alien resurrection ..it can be a perfect sequel but only if there were no movies before ... as it is is a great 4th act of alien resurrection
2) it seems that all the story have not a real mean , it plays with all the elements of alien resurrection and shake them ( great shake btw my friend ) to give a bleak ending or to present the space jockeys . It miss a bit a great picture behind or an original plot behind ...you should have attempted to save the franchise from a dead end and instead you gave it more ( great ) time .
So to me you had to risk more ...be more innovative , avoid cliches and take a coherent but different way
Anyway was a great reading ...and an intriguing great reading is PRICELESS ...ty for your time to entertain me so much .
Gavin
MemberTrilobite01/12/2012@ Frantz...
Thanks for the praise, I'm glad you enjoyed (for the most part) read this.
In response to your "LESS GOOD THINGS"...
Because of Alien-Alien Resurrection, and within the context of those films the only, alleged surviving specimens of the Alien would be held by the USM. Yes I agree it does borrow from the last installment, but it has to really to be able to feature any Aliens and explain the unanswered questions from the last installment. An original idea would have had to bring Aliens in from another source, which is one thing I didn't want to do. such new ideas should be used for a new take on the franchise.
Finally frantz, your telling me your not going to call me out on some of the other points in there (if you can find 'em)???
let me explain a moment for everyone the point of the story, its meaning per se which is in the approach i took toward the story which was four-fold, let me explain:
1. The realisation of Joss Whedons original idea - In Alien Rez their were two hybrids, the Newborn and Ripley 8, but only the Newborn was seen as one. Ripley 8 was instead seen as a superhuman character, instead of a tragic shadow of her former self. I wanted to bring that idea back and show both physically and emotionally. Don't know if I was successful?
2. The end of the line - Should an Alien 5 be made and feature Sigourney Weaver, it would most likely be her last time depicting that part. Furthermore the franchise to date has told us the story of the Alien from the perspective of, and from events involving Ripley. This is Ripleys swansong, her ode, her farewell and the closure of the chapter associated with and any related events.
3. Full Circle - Put simply, it started with the Jockeys and it ends with them. I can't remember where I heard this (sure someone will dig it up), but I heard somewhere that Ripley was meant to have photographic memory, so I placed her in a position where she could not solve the problem herself put instead had to recall the signal from Alien and use it in the hope of a retribution.
4. Less and more of the same - Alien = 1 Alien on a spaceship, Aliens = lots of Aliens on a Planet, Alien 3 = 1 Alien on a planet, Alien Rez = lots of Aliens on a spaceship, My Alien 5 = a combination of 1, 2, 3 (in terms of Ripley dying), and 4. I brought all the ideas together for the finale while adding an original idea to the mix - what if the bad guys won and got what they wanted, instead of the cliche of it all goes wrong like in Alien Rez.
Those are the four ways in which I approached the story. Ultimately this is the bow, the end of the road.
Guest
MemberOvomorph01/12/2012Okay, here's my own 2 cents on this Snorkelbottom- That was a f***ing awesome combination of storyline and potential visuals for a speculative ALIEN 5 movie sequel!
I've never read any other 'fan-fiction' for a potential follow-up to ALIEN RESURRECTION that may be available, but that was brilliant, imaginative stuff which I thoroughly enjoyed from start to finish. And I don't know about anyone else, but thanks to your efforts, I actually have a hankering to stick on ALIEN RESURRECTION for a watch sometime soon...which is a great achievement in itself!
I'll certainly be able to watch the 'official' version from a new perspective in future...and although there'll still be plenty of risable moments such as 'the Newborn' creature design...I'll certainly be able to enjoy the cast's characters and interactions a lot more, as the imagery of their follow-up adventures you've come up will stay with me in the future. So many thanks for that Snorkelbottom, as you've answered the question of 'what might have happened next' in style for me, where the fourth movie's characters are concerned. WELL DONE!
@ Spartacus -as far as my own 'unofficial' alternative on the 'ALIEN 3 'fan-edit' thread goes, perhaps you can let me know sometime if you still think you're able to be involved with that, or not...as you commented briefly there BEFORE I had finished editing all the necessary requirements into my initial post about it. Thanks again.
Guest
MemberOvomorph01/12/2012Okay Snorkelbottom, here's my own 2 cents on your now-completed outline - I thought it was ****ing AWESOME!!!
I reckon you definately achieved each of your well thought out objectives that were described in your previous post, and I thoroughly enjoyed your efforts from start to finish. Terrific stuff.
I don't know about anyone else, but I now actually have a hankering to stick on ALIEN RESURRECTION to watch sometime soon...which is an achievement in itself! Despite some risable moments in that movie, such as the laughable 'Newborn' creature design...I'll at least be able to watch the characters of 'Ripley 8'/'Call'/'Johner'/and 'Vriess' with a lot more appreciation now, whenever I bother with that instalment in future, so thanks for that.
Cervantes
MemberOvomorph01/12/2012Okay Snorkelbottom, here's my own 2 cents on your now completed effort - I reckon it was ****ing AWESOME!
You've easily succeeded in achieving all of the very well thought out objectives you posted above, as far as I'm concerned.
And I don't know about anyone else, but you've even given me a hankering to dig out ALIEN RESURRECTION for another watch sometime soon...which is an achievement in itself, lol!
Although I'll always dislike some of the more risable moments in the movie such as the laughable 'Newborn' design...you've actually made it possible for me to appreciate the characters of 'Ripley clone 8', 'Call', 'Johner', and 'Vriess' a lot more whenever I watch that instalment in future, now that it's 'what happened next?' ending has been 'answered' so effectively by you!
I've never read any 'speculations' for a possible sequel to ALIEN RESURRECTION before, but I certainly think the storyline you've come up with would have made a very satisfying follow-up to the 'cloned Ripley' movie. The imagery and outcomes you came up with for these characters are something I'm hugely impressed with...and I'm gonna print the whole thing out to stick alongside my Blu-rays at some point. WELL DONE INDEED!
Spartacus
MemberOvomorph01/12/2012& I refuse to say what I think "Snorky" until you give me some sugar, I've made an effort here meet me halfway and acknowledge I am alive and funny please?
Cervantes
MemberOvomorph01/12/2012I'll be interested to hear what others think of this storyline eventually, as more get to read it. And I'll certainly be pointing others in this direction to read it too, in future.
@ Spartacus - You were quick off the mark on the new topic I made about my ALIEN 3 'fan-edit' proposal. I hadn't finished adding all the necessary requirements to my initial post before you briefly commented. But I have now, so perhaps you can confirm if it's something you're still able to be involved with, or not, sometime.
No worries if you're unable to, of course, but I'd like this clarified. Thanks.
Gavin
MemberTrilobite01/13/2012Thanks Cervantes for your kind comments, I am glad that you enjoyed the story as much as you did.
BTW, you said you wanted to print it out, why not head [url=http://www.avpgalaxy.net/forum/index.php?topic=41600.0]HERE[/url] and download it in DOC format.
@ Spartacus, we are cool bro. BTW I loved the picture you posted on the last page so much I posted it on facebook, the cats face is so hilarious man. Would love to know your opinions Sparky you have eagerly awaited each and every installment, so I'm hoping you liked it.
Everyone else? Do you like this story, did anyone spot the hidden gems I stashed away in there.
BTW. I also have some ideas for Predator 4/Predators 2, but I don't know how many of you are Predator fans or if you'd be interested.
Gavin
MemberTrilobite01/13/2012@ Frantz - Thats easy Alien 3, just needs to be recut with David Fincher, but if you mean as an alternative take, I would have to think about that one.
Spartacus
MemberOvomorph01/13/2012"SNORKY", I AM TYPING THIS IN CAPS TO BE EMPHATIC BUT I AM NOT SWEARING AT ALL...JUST TAKING A CREATIVE LIBERTY HERE....
THANK YOU BRO...
HERE IS WHAT I THOUGHT.
I LOVED THE ENTIRE STORY BUT THERE WAS ONE THING I WANTED WHICH MATTERS NOT. IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS WORTH MENTIONING TO YOU.
ALL THE SAME THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS READING YOUR STORY I WANTED FOR ONLY ONE THING IN IT.
I GUESSED WHERE YOU WERE GOING WITH ALL THIS AT THE BEGINNING AS I AM SURE YOU ALREADY KNEW FROM MY LITTLE 5 WORD COMMENT "SHE'S BECOMING ONE OF THEM".
BUT WHAT YOU "PROLLY" DID NOT KNOW IS THAT AT THE MOMENT I SAID IT I REALIZED MYSELF THAT THE REAL HERO OF YOUR STORY WAS "JOHNER", AND I WANTED HIM TO LIVE !!!
IT WAS YET ANOTHER BRILLIANT THIN YOU DID KILLING THEM BOTH OFF, BECAUSE IN FICTION AND FAR TOO OFTEN THE GOOD GUYS WIN BUT IN LIFE AND FAR TOO OFTEN THE GOOD GUYS LOSE AND THE BAD GUYS WIN...
IT IS IN THIS REGARD THAT YOUR STORY WORKS SO DAMN WELL, BECAUSE YOU DID NOT GIVE INTO THE SAME OLD CLICHEES NOR ANY DESIRE TO SERVE UP A PHONEY SNOW WHITE INSPIRED ENDING, THE BAD THINGS WIN, PLAIN AND SIMPLE....AND THIS FOR ME MADE IT A MUCH MORE ENJOYABLE READ.
I LOVED WHAT YOU DO WITH THE CHARACTERS OF BOTH VRIEES AND JOHNER
BUT JOHNER FOR ME WAS THE STORYS HERO AND KILLING HIM OFF AS HE ATTEMPTS TO PROTECT SOMETHING WE SUSPECT DEEP DOWN INSIDE HE KNOWS ISN'T QUITE 100% RIGHT WAS INGENIUS AND QUITE ENTERTAINING EVEN THOUGH THE READER {ME} WANTED HIM TO SURVIVE!!!
BLOW ME AWAY AND CALL ME NANCY !!!
I LOVED IT!
THANK YOU!
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