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(A/N: Alright, we're getting to it. The traitor has been revealed and dealt with, and the survivors have a plan. So far, everything else they've tried has worked, but is their luck finally about to turn around? And even if it does, don't forget that there's still the Xenomorph running around. And, of course, there's still the big question. What's going to become of Alice? Let's find out.)
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Chapter 11: Protocol Zero
Having opened up the side of the control panel, Cypher and Lana were fiddling with the wires and circuits as the other three occupants looked on. Ramirez watched with interest, somewhat envious over the fact that she really only specialized in software and not hardware. She had a general idea of what the androids were doing, but didn’t really know the ins and outs of it.
“So, you’ll be able to get past any firewalls or blocks that Dawn put up this way?” she asked.
Cypher gave her a smile. “Oh, yes. It will actually be much faster and more sufficient than the way you hack into things. In fact, it’s most likely that this is how Dawn shut down the Atlas’ controls to begin with.”
“And the ship?” Scotts asked. “You’re sure you can get it up and running again?”
If they couldn’t get it working, then their chances of survival would drop significantly. They still had no plans of letting the Xenomorph be brought back to Earth, but if they wanted to survive, then they would have to wait for the Company’s ship to arrive and hijack it. That is, if they weren’t killed on sight. Fortunately, they had Alice on their side. She would likely be able to overpower anyone the Company sent, he just hoped it wouldn’t result in anyone’s deaths.
Cypher nodded as he continued fiddling with the wires. “She likely went into the ship manually like this and shut down its functions. As such, we should be able to go into them as well and get them running again.”
Ramirez crossed her arms. “And why didn’t you mention this back when we first said the ship wasn’t working?”
The head android paused in his work and glanced at her. “Because it did not occur to us that one of our own was responsible. Dawn’s betrayal came as just as much of a shock to us as it did to you. No, I daresay even more so. We actually assumed it was one of your team’s numbers who was behind the sabotage.” He went back to work. “But Dawn was no fool. She would not cause permanent damage to the ship or do anything that would take too long to repair in case a quick getaway needed to be made. It shouldn’t take more than a minute or two to find out what she did and undo it. In all likelihood, she simply put a block on the ship’s function that’s easily fixed, but would require one of us to go in manually. Once we go in, we can decode what she did and get the ship running again in no time.”
Well, that was good news. Now the biggest problem was getting to the ship without running into the Xenomorph. The monitors were all down thanks to Dawn’s shootout, so they would be completely blind as to where it was. It had been hours since they had last seen it when it took Fritz away, so it could be anywhere on the station by now. For all they knew, when they opened the door, it could be right out there waiting for them.
“Ah, here we go,” said Cypher, picking up a particular cable.
Reaching up, he began unbuttoning his shirt, he opened it to reveal his bare chest, and then went and picked at a mole he had on it. The mole came off, as if it weren’t part of his skin, revealing a small hole. He took the cable from the circuits and pushed the pointed end into the little hole, plugging it in.
A few seconds passed where Cypher sat there with his eyes closed, unmoving. Then his eyes snapped open, showing only the whites as they rolled to the back of his head.
“I’m in,” he said. “Now let’s see what we’ve got here.” A few more seconds passed before he spoke up again. “Yes, I see. She most definitely did things manually. I should be able to get through in just a few minutes.”
Scotts and Ramirez looked at each other, their expressions showing their relief. Then Scotts beamed at Alice, who gave him a small smile in return.
They waited anxiously as Cypher worked, but after about five minutes, a frown fell across his face. “Oh dear.”
Scotts felt his spirits drop. “What’s wrong?”
Cypher’s eyes rolled back down. “It appears that Dawn did a real number on things. She had far more authority and access than even I do. Yes, this is a real problem.”
Ramirez shared a concerned look with Scotts before turning back to the android. “So you can’t blow the station?”
“Oh, it’s not that,” Cypher replied. “There’s just a… complication. It seems that preventing the Atlas from blowing was her greatest priority. Now, I can still initiate Protocol Zero, but I’m afraid it will have to be done manually.”
“Manually,” Scotts repeated. He looked at the cable connecting Cypher to the Atlas. “Aren’t you already doing it manually?”
A light chuckle escaped the android. “Even more manually than this, I’m afraid. I can begin Protocol Zero, but if I do, Dawn has things set to immediately cancel it. The timer will never reach zero. Not unless I stay here to make sure it reaches zero.”
Ramirez’s eyes widened. “But that means you’ll still be on the station when it blows.”
Cypher sighed. “That would be the outcome, yes.”
Scotts shook his head. “No, we can’t ask you to do that. There has got to be another way.”
Smiling sadly, Cypher shook his head. “I’m afraid there is no other way. And you’re not asking, I’m deciding. This is what must be done. It’s the only way to see to the destruction of the specimen, and to make sure the Company doesn’t get their hands on it. Humanity must be protected from it. After all…”
He’d said it enough times that Ramirez was able to finish for him. “You can’t harm or allow any harm to come to a human being.”
The android inclined his head at her. “That is the way of things. So even if you are opposed to my decision, I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist. It’s the only way to save humanity. This is the conclusion I have come to.”
Lana leaned in and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You have seniority over me. Should it not be me who stays behind?”
Reaching up, he patted her hand. “That’s very kind of you, but I’m an older model. You’ll be more useful than I am. Just see to it that no other trips are made to LV-426. Make up a story. Tell them the alien aircraft where the Xenomorph’s dwelled was destroyed, and all the eggs with it. Alter the data in our reports to back up your claim. See to it that everyone believes this species has been completely wiped out.”
Lana gave a nod. “I’ll see that it is done.”
Cypher gave her an appreciative smile, then looked at the others. “I’ll set Protocol Zero to give you an hour. Any longer and I’ll be risking that those from the Company will reach the Atlas before detonation, and I can’t put their lives at risk. That will already be cutting it too close.”
Scotts nodded. “An hour should be more than enough for us to get out of here.”
Ramirez glanced at him. “Is it bad that I’m kind of hoping that the Company will make it here just in time for the Atlas to blow?”
A chuckle escaped her fellow scientist. “I think that would be asking for too much. Right now, I’m just hoping the rest of us make it out of here.”
Cypher gave them a serious look. “Once I start the detonation process, I must keep it going. I’ll be putting all my efforts into making the station detonate, so I will not be able to tell if you make it off or not. You will have enough time to leave, but don’t dawdle.”
Scotts nodded. “We understand. We’ll head out right now. And thanks.”
A smile spread across the android’s face. “There is nothing to thank me for. Ultimately, I am just a machine. I’m simply following my programming.”
He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again, revealing that they had once more rolled to the back of his head. “Protocol Zero has been initiated. The Atlas is set to self-destruct in T-minus 60 minutes. All personnel, please evacuate and reach a minimum safe distance.”
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Ramirez said, and headed to the door, Lana following close behind her. Scotts took a moment to approach Dawn’s mutilated remains and retrieved the gun, just in case they ran into the Xenomorph on their way out.
Picking up the weapon, he shook off the synthetic gore, then turned to look at Alice. She had cleaned off most of Dawn’s fluids and entrails from herself and was now wearing Scotts’ lab coat, looking uncertain of what she should do. Scotts held his hand out to her and waited. She looked down at it, hesitating for a moment, then slowly put her hand in his. Scotts clasped it tightly, and they made their way over to the door where the others waited.
Ramirez glanced at him questioningly, and he nodded. She took a deep breath and motioned for them to come along, then opened the door, to find, much to their relief, an empty hall.
The four of them rushed through the Atlas as they made their way to the androids’ ship. They jumped at every shadow and slowly peaked around every corner, but they didn’t run into anyone or anything. That is, until they began heading down another hall and came to a stop.
“Oh, shit,” Ramirez swore.
“What?” Scotts asked worriedly, holding up the gun.
She nodded forward. “That.”
Scotts looked and felt his gut clench. “Oh, shit.”
Ahead of them was the room they had come across during their first attempt to flee in the ship, the same one the Xenomorph had been converting into a nest. It seemed it had expanded, the nest now spreading out into the hall. They had completely forgotten about it in light of everything that had happened.
“Should we try to go around?” Ramirez asked, very obviously not liking the idea.
Scotts wasn’t too fond of the suggestion either. It increased the risk of running into the Xenomorph. But was sneaking past its nest really such a good idea? If it wasn’t in there, then there was nothing to worry about, and they’d be putting themselves at greater risk if they doubled back.
Scotts gripped the gun tighter. “Stay behind me.”
They slowly inched forward, carefully making their way to the room. Heart pounding, sweat pouring down his face, Scotts peeked into the dim room, looking for any sign of the Xenomorph. There was no sign of it, but what he saw instead made his mouth drop open in shock.
“Oh my God…” he whispered in horror.
The others came up behind him, peeking over his shoulder, and Ramirez gasped in shock. “What the hell…?”
The nest had been expanded even more inside the room, but that wasn’t what had shocked them. Hanging stuck to the wall, wrapped in a cocoon-like substance, was Fritz. And she was not in good condition.
“Is that Dr. Fritz?” Alice asked, her expression betraying nothing. “I thought she was dead.”
Ramirez shook her head. “So did we. I guess it kept her alive.”
“Is she alive?” Lana asked.
They all looked up at her again. With her head hanging and her body encased, it was hard to tell if she was or not. But they had to make sure, so they reluctantly stepped into the room, approaching the still form of the head scientist. Most of her was encased in the cocoon, but one of her legs, her bare leg, hung free from it, trails of blood running down it. Carefully, Scotts reached up and poked her foot. Once, then twice. Then he pinched one of her toes between his thumb and index finger and gave her leg a few tugs.
Fritz’s head shot up and she let out a blood-curdling scream. Her panicked eyes rolled around in her head as she attempted to thrash around, but the sticky cocoon held her in place. Scotts jumped back in surprise, shocked to find that she was in fact still alive.
Fritz continued to scream, lost in obvious hysterics. Scotts recovered from his surprise and immediately tried to get her attention, praying the Xenomorph wasn’t nearby to hear her screams.
“Dr. Fritz! Dr. Fritz!” he called. “It’s me! Us! We’re here! Dr. Fritz! Regina!”
The sound of her first name seemed to penetrate Fritz’s panic, and she looked down at the others. Her eyes were bloodshot and her lips were cracked, and there was a trail of dry blood that ran down from her nose into the trail of dry vomit on her chin. In addition to being covered in slime, her face was deathly pale, and she had deep, bloody claw marks on her face. Her hair had fallen out of its bun and was a wild disheveled mess hanging around her head, and it even appeared that several clumps had been ripped out.
She blinked a few times, her panic slowly settling, but her fear was still there. Nothing of the stubborn and proud woman remained; she was almost like a completely different person.
“D-Dr. Scotts?” she gasped out in a hoarse voice. “Dr. Ramirez? What’s happening?”
“Jesus Christ, we thought you were dead,” Ramirez exclaimed. “We saw that thing take you away.”
“That… that thing…?” Fritz repeated, and appeared to be trying to remember. They saw the moment it did, as her eyes glazed over and her expression became one of horror. “Oh… Oh, God… Oh, God, no!”
“Quickly, get her down,” Lana told them. “We need to get her out of here and give her medical treatment.”
Scotts nodded, and he and Ramirez began pulling part the cocoon. It was tough work; the cocoon was made of a strong, sticky substance that took an effort to tear away.
“I remember,” Fritz said tearfully. “I remember. That thing… That thing, it took me away. It dragged me back here, and then it….” She began openly weeping. “Oh, God, no!”
Scotts and Ramirez ripped open the main part of the cocoon and froze. Horror and revulsion filled them at what they saw. Fritz’s clothes had been torn to ribbons, and she had numerous, nasty, deep, bloody gashes all over, as if her entire body had been clawed up. But what actually had them backing away was the sight of Fritz’s very pregnant stomach.
With tears creeping up into her eyes, Ramirez’s hand came up to her mouth. She felt like she was going to be sick, but was too shocked for her body to empty her stomach’s contents. Fritz’s own stomach was large and round, and she looked to be about eight months along, maybe more.
“My God,” Scotts muttered, his voice cracking. “Are you saying that… that thing… that it…?”
Fritz was still crying, but now a hysterical, humorless laughter mixed with her anguished cries as well. “I’ve never even… with a man before… And that thing it… Oh my God!”
Ramirez had to force herself to tear her eyes away as she looked at Lana. It took great effort for her not to gag as she tried to speak. “Is this even possible?”
Lana appeared just as flabbergasted. “I suppose it is.” She looked at Alice. “It must have inherited this form of reproduction from Alice.”
Scotts nearly got sick just thinking of what Fritz must have endured. From the reports he’d gone over, Patrick Ross, upon becoming a Species, had impregnated numerous women, even resorting to rape in order to breed as much as possible. Apparently, it hadn’t mattered if the women he had slept with had been ovulating or not, he had still been able to get them pregnant, and the women had given birth in the course of a day.
Fritz had been at the mercy of the Xenomorph for hours. The things it must have done to her for her to end up in this state, he didn’t even want to think about it. Nor did he want to think about what kind of monstrous, hybrid abomination was growing in her womb. And from the looks of it, it was ready to be born soon.
And then whatever was in there moved. It may have been a punch, it may have been a kick, but it was movement all the same. It was too much for Scotts though, and he keeled over and threw up all over the floor. Ramirez was also gagging and looked like she might join him at any moment, but Fritz didn’t even seem to notice.
“It used me like I was just a piece of meat!” she shouted. “Fucking men! Fucking men!” Letting out a loud scream, she began thrashing around, but still couldn’t dislodge herself from the remnants of the cocoon. “Get me the fuck out of here!”
Scotts attempted to pull himself together. He never liked Fritz and thought that he would never feel sympathy for her, but no one deserved this. It would have been better if the Xenomorph had killed her rather than going through what she had. How was anyone supposed to live with that kind of trauma?
But they couldn’t worry about that now. They had to get her down and leave before the Xenomorph came back, so he stood up and went back to freeing her from the cocoon.
But Ramirez grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Wait. Just wait.”
He gave her a look of disbelief. “Wait for what?”
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. “Do you remember what the reports said happened to the women Patrick Ross impregnated?”
Scotts eyes narrowed in thought. “The women Ross…”
He trailed off as he remembered the reports they had read. The women Ross had gotten pregnant hadn’t just given birth in the course of a day, they had died. Their bodies couldn’t handle the rapid growth of their children to deliver, and so the offspring had instead fatally torn their way out of the women’s stomachs, resulting in a horrible death. It wasn’t too unlike the deaths of those that Facehuggers impregnated now that Scotts thought about it, and there was no reason to think that the same wouldn’t be true for Fritz. In fact, all signs indicated that it would be exactly the same.
“Shit,” he swore, backing away.
Ramirez nodded. “Shit is right. So what do we do? I don’t think any of us want another monster running around. Especially an unknown kind. We don’t know what’s growing in there, and something tells me it’s not going to be a Facehugger or Chestburster.”
Scotts reluctantly agreed. “Maybe we can take it out somehow.” He looked at Lana. “Do you have any surgical equipment onboard?”
The android shook her head. “None. And even if we did, I am not programmed with the necessary information, so I would not know how to perform such an operation. Would any of you?”
Scotts shook his head, and Ramirez grumbled. “Neither do I. Damn it. Is there anything else we can try?”
“God dammit, get me down from here!” Fritz shouted down at them.
“Will you hold on!” Scotts snapped impatiently. “We’re trying to figure out what to do.” He looked at the others. “What if we put her into hypersleep?”
Lana inclined her head. “That would only buy us a few hours. It’ll preserve her for the trip back to Earth, but once we land and the ship powers down, she’ll wake up.” She looked at Fritz’s bulging stomach. “It looks like she’s going to give birth soon. I surmise within the hour, maybe less. We’ll never find someone to operate on her in time.”
“Fuck!” Scotts swore loudly. “So you’re saying that there’s nothing we can do?”
“There has to be something!” Ramirez insisted.
Lana gave them a sad look. “I don’t see a solution. Sometimes there isn’t one.”
“Get me the fuck down!” Fritz shouted again.
They all stood in silence as Fritz struggled, trying to come up with an answer to a problem that didn’t seem to have one. And time was running against them. Not just because of Protocol Zero, but also because the Xenomorph could come back at any moment.
There didn’t seem to be a way out, and so as Fritz continued to struggle and demand to be let down, Scotts slowly glanced at Ramirez with a dismayed look on his face and held up the gun. Ramirez stared at it for a few seconds, knowing what he was implying, before locking eyes with him. She didn’t say anything though, and simply looked away.
Fritz’s struggles ceased, along with her demands for freedom as she became aware of the shift in atmosphere. She looked down at the others, a new sense of panic growing in what was already her dread-filled gut. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
Slowly, Scotts looked up at her and raised the gun, pointing it at her head. If they couldn’t save her, then they could at least give her a painless death as opposed to the agonizing one she would have as her child tore its way out of her stomach.
Fritz’s eyes widened and her hysterical panic returned. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare, you son of a bitch!”
“I’m sorry,” Scotts said, his voice cracking as he sounded close to tears. He really meant it too. There seemed to be no alternative, nothing that would save Fritz’s life. And were he in her position, he would want someone to do the same for him.
Fritz, apparently, did not feel the same, even if it was for her own good, and renewed her struggles. “Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! You can’t do this to me, you fucking bastard! You’re a fucking murderer! Murderer!”
Scotts’ hands trembled as he shook his head. He attempted to squeeze the trigger, but his fingers didn’t seem to want to obey, and Fritz’s cries weren’t helping. Part of him hoped that Lana’s programming would stop him from shooting, especially since Cypher had said that they wouldn’t even be allowed to let a human commit suicide, but it seemed that since death was certain in this case, allowing a more humane death was permissible.
“No! No!” Fritz shouted madly. “I said no, you piece of shit! Lana, Dr. Ramirez, tell him to stop! I don’t want this! There has to be another way! Dr. Ramirez!”
“Fucking shoot her!” Ramirez shouted, sounding close to the breaking point.
“It is the best option,” Lana confirmed.
Face scrunched up, Scotts shook his head and closed his eyes. A whimper escaped him and he lowered the gun. “I can’t. I can’t do it.”
He hung his head in defeat. He knew that this was the more merciful option, and that a much more horrible death awaited Fritz if he didn’t pull the trigger, but he still couldn’t bring himself to take another’s life. Even knowing that Fritz wouldn’t so much as hesitate if their positions were reversed didn’t help.
Fritz stopped shouting as she realized that Scotts wasn’t going to shoot her. Ramirez walked over and placed an understanding hand on his shoulder. “Do you want me to do it?”
Ignoring Fritz’s immediate protests, Scotts looked up at her. “Can you do it?”
Ramirez didn’t respond. She stared at the gun he held, but didn’t go for it. Simply saying she could do it was very different than actually doing it, and she couldn’t bring herself to so much as reach for the gun.
“Lana?” she asked.
The android shook her head. “It’s against my programming.”
Since it seemed that none of them could bring themselves to kill her, Fritz began squirming against the sticky substance of the cocoon once more. “Then get me down from here. Hurry, before that thing comes back. We’ll figure out what to do when-”
Alice suddenly stepped forward, snatched the gun out of Scotts’ hand, and before anyone could make a move, pointed the gun at Fritz and fired. The head scientist’s eyes widened for a moment before the bang was heard. The bullet struck her right between the eyes, and a shower of blood exploded out of the back of her head, spraying the wall.
Fritz slumped over, dead, blood dripping out of the hole in her head. Scotts and Ramirez stared in shock, then slowly looked at Alice. With the gun still smoking in her hand, she turned to them and handed the gun out to Scotts.
“Can we go now?” she asked indifferently.
Neither of the humans answered. There was no doubt that Alice openly despised Fritz for the way she treated her, but to see her coldly kill the woman, even if it had been for the best, was unsettling. It also posed another question. Was the ease in which she had shot the head scientist a result of her alien nature, or was it a more human thirst for revenge?
Reaching out, Scotts hesitantly took the gun, then went back to staring at Fritz, unable to tear his eyes away. It wasn’t until there was more movement from her stomach that had him and Ramirez backing away that he finally snapped out of his stupor.
“We need to go,” Lana reminded them, pulling them back to the moment.
Hesitantly, Ramirez nodded and walked out of the room, wondering if seeing all this death was beginning to make them all feel numb to it. Lana headed out after her, and with one last glance at Fritz, Scotts did too, followed closely by Alice.
They continued on their way to the ship, not sure how much time they had wasted, and too afraid to check. They were hurrying along, going as fast as they dared. The ship was close.
“It’s just down the hall,” Lana unnecessarily told them. “Let’s hurry.”
But as they came to the turn that would lead them to the docking tunnel, Alice froze as she sensed something. “Stop!”
Ramirez turned the corner and skidded to a halt. She immediately backed away, backing into the others, retreating around the corner once more. They pressed themselves against the wall, frozen in fear, praying they hadn’t been seen.
At the end of the hall, wandering around the door of the terminal that led to the shuttle, was the Xenomorph.

(A/N: Quite a dramatic chapter. Cypher has to stay behind to blow up the ship, and those that were left had an unexpected run-in with Fritz. I know I made her a hateful character, but I still feel bad for what I put her through. I can't imagine anything so horrific, but that's the point of stories like this, to disgust and horrify. And what was the motivation behind Alice killing Fritz? Revenge? Merciful killing? Unfeeling Species nature? Lots of questions. But they can't worry about that now, because the Xenomorph is blocking their escape, and the timer is ticking down. Stay tuned for the final chapter next update.)
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