Aliens: The Dreadnaught Discovery

[Stingray]

Chapter 1

The Nostromo





20 years. Thats how long I have served on board the USS Dreadnaught, a deep-space salvage ship and science vessel from the United States Colonial Marines.
My name is Jackson Toronto and I'm the Chief Salvage Technician of the Dreadnaught. I've supervised several salvage operations of numerous vessels and stations and have never had such a fright as I did on January 07, 2129, when we discovered a large, possibly Gemini-Class, star freighter/refinery orbiting a planetoid moon called LV-426, near a gas giant called Livinum, in the Zeta II Reticuli system about 39 light-years from Earth, lying beyond the "Outer Rim".
I was alone in the mess-hall that day, thinking about Earth and how much I miss my home town near the Big Sur coastline in California and its Mediterranean climate, with cool, rainy winters and dry summers. My thoughts were interrupted by Captain Mead on the ship's radio.
"Attention! Attention please! We are currently approaching an unidentified vessel near Livinum. Stations, people!"
I got up and walked two decks to get to the bridge, where the captain was. When I got there, The captain was leaned over a seat, staring at a data monitor next to Daniel Laker, the navigator. I walked closer and made my presence known.
"Lieutenant Jackson Toronto reporting, sir."
"Jackson. Glad your here." He said, slowly turning around. "We're currently approaching a deep-space freighter, probably abandoned, orbiting a large moon called..." He started reading some papers he was holding, searching for the name of the moon. "...LV-426. Its a planetoid and its orbiting the Livinum gas giant." He then handed me the papers and I started reading them. It was printed data of the vessel we were approaching. There was also a distorted photo of the vessel on the last page.
"I haven't seen a ship like this in years." I said, getting a better look of the spacecraft. "It looks almost 60 years old. Its ancient!"
"Actually, its 94 years old." Said Laker. "Its a Modified Lockmart CM-88B Bison Transport hauling a deep-space refinery. Computer identifies it as the USCSS Nostromo, registration number 180426."
"A refinery?" I asked, "Who would abandon a refinery that size and value?"
"Thats for you and your team to find out." The captain said, "Gather your team and report to the flight deck. Dismissed."
"Right away, sir." I said, standing at attention. As I walked to the flight deck, I noticed that most of the crew were at their stations and hardly anyone was walking through the corridors and the catwalks. When I arrived at the flight deck, My team and the flight technicians were standing at attention next to the Andromeda dropship. I stood next to Corporal Frank Cooper, the team's assistant salvage technician, who was standing next to Private Dean Freehold, the team's technical adviser. He was followed by Maj. Mark Santiago, the team's pilot and Chief Flight Technician; Sgt. Jim Baker, Santiago's co-pilot and assistant flight technician; Maj. Dawn Ramirez, the team's Chief Science technician; and finally, Pvt. First Class Benjamin Gavin, the team's assistant science technician. There was also an android in the team that we called Scarlet. She was last in the group and just got done inspecting the dropship.
The Chief Intelligence Officer was standing in front of the team, ready to brief us on the operation.
"Well," he started, "Now that were all here, we can get started." As he was about to start the briefing, six USCM soldiers walked onto the flight deck and stood just the opposite of us. The intelligence officer then continued the briefing. "As you know, we are approaching a deep space freighter, called the Nostromo. I took the liberty of reviewing its operational history, and it seems to have had a crew of seven and was hauling a deep-space ore refinery. It also seemed to have been offline since 2037 when it was supposed to deliver its cargo from Thedus to Earth. Some of the history within that time frame is too classified for us to view. We must know if there's anyone on board if we're to claim salvage rights, but she's still under her own power. Thats where you come in. Lieutenant Jackson Toronto will be the team leader of the operation. You will be accompanied by these Marines in case there are any hostiles on board. Allow me to introduce them. From left to right, Sargent Bill Livingston, Sargent Major Richard Pawling, Corporal Scott Keegan, Sargent Mike Capecchi, Lieutenant Paul Allcock, and Lieutenant Sarah Coleman. Lieutenant Coleman is the fire team leader. You will board the Nostromo by use of the Andromeda dropship. Once on board, search for the computer room and download the ship's files. That should give us some answers. After that, proceed through the rest of the ship in search for the crew. Report anything out of the ordinary. Any questions?"
I did have a question. Why have USCM escorts? We usually have light scout escorts and they never let us down. Is there something on the Nostromo that we should know about? Something that could put my team at risk? So many questions ran through my mind and I hesitated to ask any of them.
"Alright then." the intelligence officer finished, "Gear up and board the dropship. Dismissed!"
As me and my team geared up with salvaging and SAR equipment, the fireteam gathered weapons and targeting equipment. We all suited up in spacesuits in case there was a hull breach on the Nostromo and if something went wrong on the dropship. When we were finished, we began to board the dropship.
"I call shotgun!" Baker yelled humorously.
"You don't call sh*t, Baker." Scarlet said.
"Well, Looks like our droids got quite a vocabulary going here! When did this start?"
"Since AI was invented, ya goof!"
"I hate thinking computers." Baker whispered.
Baker didn't know that Scarlet has enhanced hearing.
"Back at ya!" Scarlet said bluntly.
"Cool it, guys." I said, calming them down. "Baker your co-pilot, so your wish was granted a long time ago. Lets go, guys."
"Just breaking the tension." Baker said, walking into the cockpit.
We all got strapped in and prepared to detach from the Dreadnaught. Santiago started the flight prep and checklist.
"Okay," Santiago started, "I'm gonna call on all of your names to see if anyone chickened out and left. Lets start with... Toronto."
"Here" I said.
Santiago continued the checklist. "Freehold."
"Here"
"Cooper."
"Present."
"Baker."
"More or less."
"Ramirez."
"Yep."
"Gavin."
"Here."
"Scarlet."
"Capable."
"Okay, that covers the salvage team. How about the G.I. Joes in the back? Livingston!"
"I'm here"
"Pawling."
"Here."
"Keegan!"
"Yep."
"Capecchi."
"Here."
"Allcock."
"Ready for action."
"Good. Coleman!"
"Here."
"Okay, were all here. Moving on."
"Um, right." Baker said, readying the ship's systems. "Lets light it up. Turbines one, two, and three at full capacity. Auxiliary and breaking thrusters on line and standing by. Operator, are we clear to detach?"
"Thats affirmative, Andromeda." The radio operator said.
Santiago opened the covers on the 'detach' switches. "Detaching." he said, flipping the switches.
The dropship separated from the main hull dock and started descending from the Dreadnaught. "We have dock separation." Baker reported.
Scarlet took the liberty of reporting engine status. "So far I've got flat-line." She said. "Light it up already."
"Coming up." Santiago said, starting up the booster engines. "Ignition!"
The dropship jetted away from the Dreadnaught at high speed.
"Dreadnaught, we have booster ignition." Scarlet reported. "All engines at 76 percent and climbing."
"Beautiful." Baker said. "ECM and FLIR on line."
"Debris radar on line." I reported, staring at a data monitor.
Santiago took control of the helm and showed off by doing a 360.
"Another day in paradise." He said.
"Paradise?" Scarlet asked boldly, "You call this paradise?"
"Yep."
"To each is own, I guess."
I started watching the Dreadnaught shrink in the distance behind us as we got closer to the Nostromo. And there began one of the greatest adventures of our lives.






End of chapter.

[Stingray]

Chapter 2

The Search





It was 08:32 and we were already coming up behind the Nostromo. Our sensors indicated that the ships functions are still within operating specs. I still felt uneasy about her. A faint shadow passed before my eyes when I thought of her journey, and the same old questions came to mind: Did anyone abandon it, or is someone still there? If someone was still on board, why stay on that same coarse for so long? It must be abandoned. Who would abandon a ship thats in such good condition? Why? Maybe I was just paranoid. A ship like this could give people these kind of thoughts. It just looked so gothic compared to the Dreadnaught. Whatever happened, I'm sure we'll find out on the ship's computer log.
"Dreadnaught," Santiago started to report to our ship, "this is Andromeda, we are coming up on the stern of the Nostromo. I'm searching for an outer docking hatch."
"Be careful, Andromeda." The radio operator said "She looks strong, but she could be as soft as aluminum foil. She's old. Dock softly."
"Right."
Santiago and the rest of the crew started looking for the docking hatch.
"There." Lt. Coleman said, pointing to the spot on the ship. "I think thats it on the port side up there."
"Oh, I see." Santiago said, "Okay, approaching."
Santiago swung the ship around and used the auxiliary thrusters to guide the ship toward the docking hatch. He moved as slow as he could to prevent hard collision if he engaged the breaking thrusters too late.
"Five feet." Baker said, monitoring our proximity.
"Four feet." He continued.
"Three feet. Nice and steady now."
Santiago disengaged the auxiliary thrusters.
"Two feet. Almost there." Baker continued.
Santiago engaged the breaking thrusters to keep the ship from docking too hard.
"One foot left." Baker said, ending the countdown.
After one foot, the ship successfully docked with the Nostromo. We all secured our suits as we prepared to open the airlock and enter the ship. I felt so exited and yet so scared. I didn't know exactly what to think. Just get the job done and go. Thats all I could think about.
Santiago opened the dropship's airlock, exposing the Nostromo's airlock.
"We are entering the Nostromo." Baker reported, as Santiago was about to open the Nostromo's airlock.
"Wait, hold up." I said examining the airlock. I knew it was strong, but I didn't know how strong exactly.
"Open it softly." I said.
Santiago opened the airlock hatch slowly and softly. Once fully opened, all of us went in two-by-two. Upon entering, the first thing I noticed was the temperature. It's much too cold for life. That suggests no human presence. There was, however, pressure and old but breathable oxygen, as indicated by Scarlet.
"My atmosphere monitor indicates a reasonable amount of oxygen and plenty of internal pressure." She reported.
"Pressure?" Sgt. Livingston asked with suspicion. "Is there enough for us take off these helmets?"
"Ask Ramirez." said Scarlet, still looking at her atmosphere monitor. "He's the science officer. He should know."
"Well?" asked Livingston.
"Sure," answered Ramirez, "if you can handle the almost arctic temperatures in here."
We took off our helmets and started to breathe in the stale oxygen. It was okay, but a little bit harder to breathe than fresh oxygen.
"We should find the computer room and download the files." I said, looking down each corridor.
"Um, I don't think we should yet." objected Gavin. "We should search the ship for the crew first."
I knew he was just saying that, hoping no one was on board so he could loot the ship for any valuables he could find. Not company policy, but try telling him that.
"No," I said, "were gonna find the computer room first. Follow me. Freighters usually have it located at the highest level."
I began leading the team through the left corridor to A-Deck, the highest point on the ship. While on our way there, I examined the ship's interior. It looked nothing like the inside of our ship, the Dreadnaught. It looked industrial. Pipes and wires projected through the walls and extended throughout the corridors. The Dreadnaught has all of its major workings hidden in protective and decorative panels. Everything in the Nostromo is exposed. It looked all around ugly and gothic.
When we got to A-Deck, we found the cockpit area. Moving through the rear of the cockpit, I was overcome by its complexity. It looked clunky and old, not very efficient-looking. When I got closer to the front, I noticed a cup of coffee was sitting next to one of the computer screens. The coffee inside the cup was old and dry. Upon noticing the coffee cup, I also noticed that a data monitor was still on, with a signal still logged in the main buffer. It hasn't been played back in 92 years! The computer indicated that the signal's place of origin was on the moon LV-426. Perhaps this signal is what lured the Nostromo and its unknowing crew to its fate.
"Guys," I said, getting everyones attention, "I think I found something on this data monitor."
Everyone got closer to the front of the cockpit to see what I called them over for.
"Its a signal from the moon nearby."
"LV-426?" Gavin asked, "I thought it was inhabitable."
"Play it." said Santiago, as I pressed the replay button.
I couldn't hear much, mostly static, probably because the sound file was corrupt.
"Play it again." said Scarlet.
So I did. Same sound.
"Nothing but static." I said, closing the file.
"Maybe I could enhance it or something." said Scarlet, walking closer to the monitor.
"I don't know if we have any time for that. We still have the whole ship to search."
"You guys can go and continue searching the rest of the ship. Pawling, Keegan, and Baker can stay here with me while I fix the sound file."
"Alright. But when your finished, call me here. Don't come and get me."
"Sure. Good luck."
"Much thanks."
Me and the rest of the team moved on while Scarlet, Baker, and two members of the fireteam stayed at the cockpit. The next room we came across was the cryosleep chamber. When we went in, we noticed that all the cryo tubes were empty and wide open. I saw a shirt hanging off the side of one of the tubes. I picked it up to read the name label. It read "Kane". An important person perhaps? I also noticed a crust of frost covering the surface of the walls. A possible result of how cold it was in there. I wasn't shivering, though, because the suit I was in was designed to keep a reasonable amount of warmth in while it was cold outside the suit.
I tried to imagine people living and working here, and I can't help wonder what the seven people who awoke here in 2037 were like.
As we started walking into the galley nearby, we saw a mutilated body lying on the table.
"What the hell?!" I asked frightened.
"Well," said Gavin, "I think we found one of the crew members."
Gavin and Ramirez got a closer look at the body.
"Thats not a human body." said Ramirez, staring at the severed head sitting next to the body.
"What is it then?" I asked.
"Its an android. An old hyperdine android. They use to be planted on ships to protect the interests of the parent company. Not a very successful line of machines, discontinued thirty one years ago. I would say he was the science officer."
"What model?" asked Gavin.
"I can't tell." replied Ramirez. "It looks like someone burned it."
"Dreadnaught," I began to report to the ship, "this is the salvage team, we found one of the crew members."
"Alive?" the radio operator asked.
"No. Its an android and someone burned the hell out of it. I'm marking this area on the map so we can retrieve the remains later. We're searching for the computer mainframe right now."
"Alright, then. Proceed."
"At least we know the fate of one of the crew members now." said Lt. Livingston.
Lt. Coleman was circling the room until she came across a door labeled 'Mother Mainframe'. "I think I found the computer room." She said.
"Good work, Coleman." I said, walking toward the room. "Maybe we can get some answers now."
We observed the room as we walked in. Lights and small data screens covered most of the interior. There was also a revolving seat with a keyboard in the center of the room, facing a larger computer screen. Probably the main data screen. I sat down and typed in an access code to the 'Mother' mainframe. It was an access code that applies to all mainframes during emergencies or if you didn't know the original access code, which we didn't. The monitor turned on and ran a start-up sequence. It read:

NOSTROMO
Registration No. 180426
Mother log on time 08:46:12, 01/07/129

The screen blanked out and started displaying its status:

Display computer status...

CPU... Massive Parallel processor

Data bank... 200,000 terabytes

Logic functions... ERROR

End status

I observed the information given on the screen. "Looks good so far." I said. "Although the logic functions should be running and their not."
"Anything on the ship's operational specs?" Asked Livingston.
"Let me try something." I said, typing in another access code.
The screen blanked and began displaying the ship's status. It read:

Nostromo status: poor

Engines: 40% efficent... service needed

Fuel: 7% remaining... stellar gas collectors down 70%... service needed

Artificial gravity: stable on decks A and B... gravity plate damage in section 12-15 of deck C

Life support: 10% efficient

Hull status: within limits... hull breach on deck C section 12.

Bio hazard: unknown bio-sample detected on deck C section 12.

=WARNING! SERVICE NEEDED=
Failure of main systems in 19:03 hours

End status


"This don't look good." I said, reading the information.
"Yeah," agreed Coleman, "We better be out of here by 19:03."
"Lets check out the crew stats." insisted Santiago.
"Comin' up." I said, typing an access code.
The screen blanked out again and displayed the crew status:

Crew status

Ash: Science officer... status: burned beyond repair

Brett Jr: Engineer... status: deceased

Dallas: Captain... status: deceased

Kane: Flight officer... status: deceased

Lambert: Navigator... status: deceased

Parker-Sr.: Engineer... status: deceased

Ripley: Warrant officer... status: unknown

End status

"Looks like we found our burned up android." said Gavin, looking at the data.
"Ash?" I asked, "Oh yeah. I remember that model. Your right Ramirez, they were discontinued a long time ago. How many years again?"
"Thirty one, I think." said Ramirez.
"Looks like all the crew members are deceased." observed Gavin.
"All but one." said Coleman, pointing out a name. "Ripley. Status unknown."
"Must have launched in the escape shuttle." said Livingston, "I noticed it was gone when we docked."
"Access Ripley's audio log." insisted Ramirez. "Maybe we'll find answers there."
I typed in another access code to get the audio file. A female voice was on the recording and said:
"...This is Ripley... last survivor of the Nostromo... signing off..."
The recording ended and the screen went blank.
"What happened here?" asked Coleman.
"I don't know." I said, staring at the now blank data screen. "But whatever it was, theres no data on it."
Our discovery at the 'Mother' mainframe raised even more questions than answers. Who or what was on this ship that killed all these crew members? How is it that this Ripley person is the only survivor? Is the same threat still on board the ship? These questions ran through my head the whole time we were on the Nostromo. I felt more comfortable if we could just leave this ghost ship behind and go home, but we couldn't. We have to push forward and face this threat like men. Whatever it is, we're ready for it.





End of chapter

[The Italian Dragon]

Really really really col story ! I saw all the Alien movies except the Alien 3 and 4.
Keep it on seriously, it's really cool !

[Stingray]

Thanks. ;D



Chapter 3

The Specimen





Passing through the galley once again, we found the sickbay. I decided to lead the team inside to check it out. Upon entering, we noticed a small burn on the floor next to an old autodoc, an automated medical robot.
"Look at that." I said, pointing out the burn.
Ramirez got closer to the burn to analyze it. "It looks like an acid burn." he said. "Look, I can see B-deck through this burn. I've never seen acid burn like this before."
Gavin pulled out a sample bag and a small cutting tool from the left pouch of his suit. "I'm gonna get a sample of the burn." he said, starting to cut a small piece of the burned floor. "We'll take it back and analyze it in our medlab."
"Good idea." said Ramirez.
I started walking toward the right side of the room and noticed an array of sample containers on the wall next to a few computer screens. Two of the containers were in use and had something in them.
I called Ramirez over to take a look. "What it it?" he asked.
"I found some sample containers."
"Good find, Jackson." he said, walking closer to the containers. "Hey Gavin. Lets check out these containers."
Gavin finished sampling the acid burn and walked toward the containers.
"Okay," he told Ramirez, "Check it out."
"You first." replied Ramirez.
"No you."
"Rock-paper-scissors?"
"Come on, guys!" I said, annoyed. "Just open the containers."
Gavin put his hand on the release handle of the left sample container. "I'll do it." he said. "Just stand back. Who knows whats in here."
Gavin turned the release handle, pulled the container out, put it on the floor, and opened it. Inside was a helmet from an environmental suit. There appeared to be a large inward burn, like the one on the floor, right on the face plate of the helmet. It also appeared to be cut in two by a laser scalpel, probably because someone's head was stuck inside and they were afraid to remove it. I can't help but wonder if the person wearing this helmet was severely injured when it was burned by the acid.
"An environmental helmet?" asked Ramirez in astonishment.
"What happened to it?" asked Gavin.
"I'm guessing whatever burned the floor burned this helmet." I said.
"Your probably right." said Ramirez, getting up to check the other container.
"Where did this acid come from?" I asked, still looking at the helmet.
Ramirez took out the other container, put next to the first one, and opened it. Inside was some kind of organism that we have never seen before and made Lt. Coleman gasp. It had eight legs attached to a circular body and a 3-foot tail.
"Oh my god." said Ramirez, staring at the organism.
"What is it?" I asked Ramirez.
"I've never seen anything like it." he replied. "Whatever it is, it looks dead."
I almost forgot to report this discovery to the Dreadnaught. "Dreadnaught," I began, "this is the salvage team, we found some kind of organism in a sample container here in the sickbay. What do you want us to do with it?"
"The captain requests it be fully sealed in its container and be brought back to the ship once the mission is complete. Same goes to any other samples you find there." replied the radio operator.
"Sure thing."
"Yes!" said Gavin, excited. "Cant wait to run some tests on it."
"Yeah me too." replied Ramirez, smiling.
Coleman walked closer to the container. "Where did it come from?" she asked Ramirez.
"Why does everyone keep asking me?" replied Ramirez, not having a clue. "My guess is as good as everyone else's here."
"I think it came from that moon, LV... four... something." Cooper predicted.
"LV-426." corrected Livingston.
"Lets just box it up and go." I said, getting up. "We still have B-deck to go."
The team prepared to leave the room until Scarlet called us on the radio.
"Guys, its Scarlet." she reported, "I finished enhancing the audio file here at the cockpit and..." She hesitated.
"What?" I asked.
"It... it doesn't sound human. You've gotta check this out for yourself."
"Alright, we're on our way."
"I don't think we have much time for all this." said Cooper, looking at his watch.
"Okay," I began finding a way to solve the problem. "How about you and some of the fireteam go with you down to B-deck and check it out while we check out the audio file. Sound okay?"
"Um... okay," he replied with a question, "can Gavin come in case theres more bio stuff?"
"Of course."
"Alright," Coleman said, facing her fireteam ready to pick who goes. "How about... Allock and Livingston."
"Okay, we'll keep in contact." said Livingston, leaving the room with Cooper, Gavin, and Allock.
"Good luck." said Coleman.
The second team went down to B-deck while I led my team to the cockpit. I had a bad feeling about our separation. Like something was going to happen to them. I was worried about them.
As we were almost at the cockpit, Captain Mead was on the radio.
"Team," he reported "we did a sweep of LV-426 with our long-range scanners and there appears to be the remains of some kind of settlement there. We also checked the atmosphere and, according to the given data, its been tarraformed. We're sending another team in the Orion dropship to check it out."
"Tell them to use caution." I said, remembering Cooper's prediction of the strange organism. "Who knows what kind of creatures are down there."
"As always. We'll keep you updated. Out."
We pressed on. When we arrived at the cockpit, Scarlet was sitting in the pilot's seat in front of the data monitor, waiting for us. Baker, as well as Keegan and Pawling, were standing in the exact same spots as we left them.
"We're here." I said, walking toward Scarlet.
"Finally." She said, turning around and looking at the sample containers Ramirez was carrying. "What are those?"
"Oh, um..." I hesitated to tell and got to the point. "We'll tell you later. So, lets see what you did."
"Your not gonna believe your ears."
"Try me. Lets give it a hear."
Meanwhile, the other team was below deck checking out the observation blister.
"I've never seen an observation blister up close before." said Cooper. "I'm used to computers, and cameras and scanners. Nothing like this. This ship is so old!"
"Yeah." agreed Livingston. "They stopped using them years ago."
"How many?" asked Cooper.
"Don't really know. A long time ago."
Gavin ventured off, checking out the access corridor, and tripped on a loose cable on the floor, ripping it out of its plug.
"You okay?" asked Livingston, helping him up.
"Yeah, that d*mn cable was in my way."
Obviously, it was the power cable to the cockpit computer feed because the data monitor me and Scarlet were on blanked and shut off.
"What the hell?" asked Scarlet, flipping the power switch on the monitor. "We lost power."
"How?" I asked.
"I don't know. Could be because this piece of crap is so old."
"Well," said Ramirez, "maybe you can tell us what it was on the recording."
"It sounded like growling or something. The sound file was so old that most of it was static, but thats what I got."
"Growling?" I asked, hoping for more information.
"Or something like that." she replied. "Whatever it was, it didn't sound human."
"Yeah," started Baker, "It sounded hungry."
"Very funny, Baker." said Scarlet.
Cooper started to report on the radio.
"Guys," he began, "Cooper here, we're at the engine room now. Lieutenant Allock and Livingston checked out the engine stats and it turns out that one of the three engines were overloaded and ejected. there's a lot of burn marks all over the engine supports. It probably exploded when it ejected."
"Good find." I said. "How much fuel is left?"
"Seven percent." he replied. "Stellar gas collectors are down seventy, as said on the Mother mainframe. Looks like most of the fuel pumped into the engine that ejected."
"Must have been a fairly large explosion."
"Yeah. Anyway, we're planning on going down to C-deck to check out the cargo bay and the clawroom."
"Okay, be careful. Out."
"Whats a clawroom?" asked Keegan.
"Its where the landing legs are retracted into the ship." answered Santiago.
Cooper and the rest of the team headed toward the cargo bay, examining the ship's industrial interior along the way. Cooper turned on a computer checklist next to the access corridor to the cargo bay. It told the status of the cargo on board.


Cargo status

200,000,000 tons of processed ore... status: stable

12,000 pounds of food... status: spoiled

13,000 tons of liquid oxygen... status: fair

100,000 tons of water... status: poor

End status


"200,000,000 tons of ore?" asked Cooper in astonishment.
"Thats a lot of rock." replied Livingston.
"Well," said Allock, "I'm a little board with this. Now we know about the cargo, how about we go check the clawroom?"
"Yeah, lets go." said Cooper, walking away from the computer.
Me and the rest of the team were heading back to the Andromeda dropship to load it with our findings from the sickbay. Ramirez was getting tired carrying those heavy sample containers. I helped him by taking the one in his left hand.
"Thanks, Jackson." he said with relief.
I smiled and continued heading toward the airlock. It didn't feel that cold anymore. Maybe because I was getting used to the Nostromo's ghastly feeling. Maybe our presence was warming it up. Either way, I was starting to feel okay. I started feeling safe.




End of chapter

[P4nz3r Dr4g0n]

cant wait for chapter 4 x3

[The Italian Dragon]

yeah me too, it's AWESOMEEEE !

[Stingray]

Chapter 4

Parasite?





I was about to help Ramirez load the dropship with our findings, until we heard Cooper on the radio.
"Guys!" he shouted, "Something happened to Livingston!"
"What happened?" I asked.
"He's... he's got something on his face! Some organism like the one we found in the sickbay!"
"Is he okay?" asked Coleman.
"I don't know. He's breathing, but he's not moving. I think he's unconscious."
"Alright," I said, "we're comin'! Hold on!"
"No! We'll come to you. There might be more down here."
I reported what happened to Livingston to the Dreadnaught while we waited.
"Dreadnaught," I started, "this is the salvage team. Something happened to a member of the fireteam."
"What?" asked Captain Mead.
"There's an organism attached to Livingston. He's breathing, but not responding. What should we do with him?
"Bring him to the quarantine facility immediately."
"Okay, we're on our way. Out."
Santiago finished prepping the ship for take-off, just as Cooper and the rest of the team arrived, carrying Livingston.
"Coming through!!" Cooper shouted, rushing Livingston into the ship.
We all looked closely at the organism on his face as he was rushed into the dropship. All of its eight legs were clinched onto his head, while its tail was wrapped tightly around his neck. A sack on each side of its body was pumping oxygen into his lungs.
"Oh my god!" said Coleman, looking at the organism.
"Alright," I said, "Lets go. Go!"
We all got into the dropship and left the Nostromo. As we were getting closer to the Dreadnaught, Scarlet remembered the two sample containers Ramirez and I were carrying, and Cooper saying that the creature on Livingston's face was like the one we found in the sickbay.
"Whats in those containers?" she asked.
"Well," I replied, "Theres a melted helmet from environmental suit in one, and theres an organism like the one on Livingston in the other."
"Is it alive?"
"No."
"Okay, good."
"Scary stuff." said Santiago, preparing to dock the ship.
When we docked, four men in biological suits layed Livingston in a stretcher and rushed him to the quarantine facility. Two more came the opposite direction and started scanning us for any biohazards. Picking up nothing, they let us go one by one. Ramirez handed the sample containers to one of the men and followed him to the medlab. The rest of us wanted to go see Livingston, but the man in the biological suit directed us to the corridor that led to the bridge. As we began walking toward the corridor, Captain Mead emerged from the bridge access and started walking toward us.
"What happened to Livingston?" He asked us.
"Some creature attached itself to his face." I said, "Its like a parasite."
"A parasite? I've gotta see this." he said, walking to the man in the biological suit.
"I'm sorry, sir, its too dangerous to enter the facility at the time." the man explained.
"Its on the ship, isn't it? Its dangerous to be on the ship even, so let us through."
"I can't do that."
"You can and you will. Let us through."
The man hesitated. "Yes, sir. This way."
When we got to the facility, we saw Ramirez and two other science officers observing Livingston, and three more science officers analyzing the sample containers in a separated area in the same room. Ramirez watched us walk in the room and began walking to us.
"Glad you guys are here." he said. "We scanned the... parasite... thing... and its free of contaminants, so come on in."
"Hows Livingston?" I asked him. "Is he gonna live?"
"He seems fine so far. He's breathing okay, but he's unconscious. We're still running tests."
"And the parasite?"
"Not a clue. Like I said, we're still running tests."
Captain Mead walked toward Livingston, staring an the organism in shock.
"Where does it come from?" he asked Ramirez.
"Probably that moon." he replied.
One of the science officers started waving an X-ray scanner over Livingston. When he finished, he uploaded the image on the data screen next to Livingston.
"Ramirez." he said, calling Ramirez to the data screen. "Check this out."
We followed Ramirez to see what was on the screen. It showed Livingston's skeletal structure and the organism on his face. A long tubular organ projected from the creature's mouth, stretching all the way down Livingston's windpipe to his right lung.
"Whats that thing down his throat?" asked Coleman, pointing at the object.
"It looks like its feeding him oxygen." said Gavin.
"Yeah your probably right." said Ramirez, looking closer at the image.
"So is it a parasite?" asked Mead.
"I can't tell." replied Ramirez. "But, if we try to remove this organism, it could collapse his lungs.
"Are you saying that if we remove it, it could kill him?" asked Scarlet.
"Thats exactly what I'm saying."
"We've gotta keep it on him." said Gavin.
"Yeah." agreed Ramirez. "It doesn't look like its doing any damage, so it probably isn't a parasite. Whatever it is, its gotta stay on him to keep him alive."



chapter continued

[P4nz3r Dr4g0n]

omg!!!!

[Stingray]

I'm afraid this is going to be scheduled for a rewrite. The whole Nostromo surviving the explosion in the first movie is a little dumb. I'm working on a much better version of the story right now.

[The Italian Dragon]

OK. I'm staying tuned, i love this story. Looks like Alien 5

[Stingray]

The storyline has been fully modified, and the entire thing is now in screenplay format... using James Cameron's writing style.

[Clone]

lols! Avatar influence? or just trying to get more authentic Ailens feel?

[Stingray]

NOOO Avatar. Dont get me wrong, it looks epic. But it absolutely does not belong with this genre. James Cameron did an amazing job with the screenplay for Aliens in the '80s so I'm just picking up the story. The Weyland-Yutani Corporation loses contact with the USS Sulaco (the United States Colonial Marine starship from Aliens). The USS Dreadnaught is chosen to investigate. When they find the abandoned ship, the pilot Marchetti notices a missing EEV.

The EEV (Emergency Escape Vehicle) that Marchetti mentions in this script was the boxy lifeboat seen only in the opening scenes of Alien³(1992). It was ejected from the Sulaco because of a fire on board. Ripley, Hicks, Newt, Bishop, and an alien facehugger were on the EEV when it crashed on a remote prison planet, Fiorina 161 "Furey", leaving the Sulaco adrift in space... giving me the perfect oppertunity to pick up the story from there and introduce this never before seen encounter after the three previous films.

[Clone]

Mar 10, 2010 16:25:01 GMT -4 Stingray said:

NOOO Avatar. Dont get me wrong, it looks epic. But it absolutely does not belong with this genre. James Cameron did an amazing job with the screenplay for Aliens in the '80s so I'm just picking up the story.

ok, but if your looking to know why i brought up Avatar then read some of the Scrpitment (finished 1994). its a lot more Aliens like than the 2007 one that was used for the movie.

[Stingray]

So there was an earlier treatment to the screenplay? This I did not know. I don't see how this would help me, but I'll give it a read just for fun.