
I.Raptus
MemberPraetorianApril 20, 2017This is my RAW (mostly) un-edited extracts from an Alien fan fiction story i have been working on.
PROLOGUE:
Pandion-B
Sub-surface – Eldridge Volcanic Basin
2184AD
In the darkness of a dormant magma tunnel, a shadow shifted from a hollow within the glassy obsidian walls. The shadow slid forward into an open chamber pocket lit starkly by a hellish orange glow. Thick humid steam escaped whistling from a ragged fissure in the floor. Beneath, thick magma flowed smoothly, the arterial life blood of the young blossoming planet above. The escaping light resolved the shadow into a ghastly emaciated figure slinking in the darkness. Its chitinous exoskeleton glistened like the obsidian walls surrounding it. It tasted the air and let out a low hiss, viscous saliva dripping from a mouth full of broken silvery teeth upon a smooth elongated backward-sloping skull. It could not see, not in a visual sense, but it had other far more acute senses. And it sensed, an opportunity.
Men had disturbed its torpor, come again to this planet to take from it its riches and resources. A planet that begged to be terraformed, ripe for seeding a new habitat for the ever-greedy hand of mankind. They could not resist it, like a bee to a sweet nectar they came. And continued the cycle.
Like its ancestor before it, the creature had stalked from the shadows, waiting for an opportune moment. The men had dug down into the earth, shadowed by monstrous drilling, and cutting machines. They worked in groups and flooded the sub-terrain landscape with light, noise and harsh vibrations. Patiently the creature waited nearby. It was larger, faster and more agile than any one man, and could dispatch a group of weak fleshy men with ease. But savage violence had no place in this stage of the creature’s life-cycle. It sought continuation, and for this it needed stealth to plant the wolf amongst the sheep.
One man had separated itself from his fellows to take a piss in a dark corner. Fluidly the creature seized its moment gliding from the shadows and ensnared the man silently. Long, cold, black fingers wrapped around the man’s head and torso and pulled him swiftly into the darkness, the explosive movement violent enough to shock the man into a comatose state. The creature dragged the man back to its pocket in the magma tunnel, far away from the other men. There it strung him to the wall like a spider cocooning its prey for a feast. But instead of devouring him the creature changed him with a special enzyme it had secreted. Still alive the black enzyme slowly broke the man’s tissue and flesh down, melting it all away into a soup of raw building blocks for a new, alien design. The man was conscious enough to witness as the alien DNA slowly re-wrote and re-formed his own biomass. The shape of a leathery egg had formed nightmarishly around him, forming from his now dissolved legs and waist, whilst he sunk ever downwards. Like a giant clamshell it rose steadily over him, finally closing over his head, his last weak muffled cries echoing in the darkness. Some time later it was done. In place of a human was now a squat thick egg about the size of a trash can. Over the days of the metamorphism the alien creature had waited patiently in its lair, continuously scanning its environment for threats. Satisfied the first-stage propagator was ready, it gingerly plucked the egg from the ground, sweeping away the remaining gore, clothing and web as it did so. Cautiously the alien creature returned to the domain of the men’s activity. Once its trap was set it slipped back into the shadows, found a dark warm corner to fold itself in to, and died, its function complete. Perhaps this cycle would yield environmental parameters that would offer more than just propagation of its species.