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(A/N: And we are back with a vengeance. Literally. Now that our team is down a member, Houtras is determine to take down the Xenomorph. We're going to get to know him a bit better this chapter as he goes alien hunting. Fortunately, he' an actual soldier with an actual weapon, so it's not like he's a lamb going to a slaughter like in the first movie or is overwhelmed by numbers like in the second. But don't forget, we're dealing with a new kind of Xenomorph, so there's no telling what it's capable of.)
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Chapter 6: Hunt And Seek
Being brave did not mean not being afraid. Being brave meant facing your fears and doing what needed to be done despite being afraid. And yes, despite seeming to be composed, Lieutenant Houtras was indeed afraid.
Fear didn’t have to be a bad thing though. Fear could, in fact, be quite useful. It kept you alert, made you able to fight, and even the rush of adrenaline could be extremely helpful. When used correctly, fear could keep you alive. In fact, that was its very purpose. Houtras had felt fear before, and at much greater levels than what he was feeling now as he slowly made his way through the Atlas, weapon at the ready.
True, he had never faced down a literal monster, not even during his time on LV-426, but he had fought in battle. War, now that was a real monster. That was something to truly fear. At any moment, a bomb could go off beneath your feet or dropped down on you from up above, a bullet could suddenly tear through you from an enemy you didn’t even know was there or was too far away from you to even see them as they sniped you. And should an actual battle break loose…. Well, saying that war was hell was really putting it mildly. Houtras could easily see Hell itself being an actual warzone that never ended.
Yes, Houtras had seen some nasty stuff during his time in the army. The men and women he had fought and bled with had become like family to him, and he had not been happy when he had received orders to take an assignment for some rich company that wanted him to protect a bunch of androids while they traveled to another planet to bring back some alien specimen.
If Houtras were honest with himself, he didn’t like androids. There were many reasons for the way he felt. One of those reasons was that he felt like the people who made them were almost trying to play God, or were attempting to replace humans with their idea of what humans should be like rather than what they actually were. On a more personal level, it was the reason they were even made in the first place.
He had seen good soldiers die in battle, lives snuffed out over some pointless conflict, and he’d witnessed family and friends grieve for their loved ones who had been lost to them. Yet here were these big corporations creating fake humans for frivolous reasons when there were actual people getting killed off. Why did they have to die while a bunch of robots who could have been built in their place, who could even be repaired, went around carrying out pointless tasks at the whims of these corporations.
But that wasn’t the main issue he had with the assignment. What really bothered him was that this big, rich, and powerful company was concerning themselves with other worlds when there were countless problems on their own home world that should be addressed instead. Oh sure, he saw the benefits, even the importance, of finding new worlds, and using the resources on them to help humanity, and had the assignment been a space exploration journey of that nature, he would have been far more tolerant and understanding of it. But no, the assignment was to observe and obtain an incredibly dangerous and hostile alien lifeform for the Company’s bio-weapons division. How could he possibly support that?
So why did he take the assignment then? Simple, because he knew how these things worked. If he didn’t accept the assignment himself, it would just go to someone else, someone who might not do the job as well. It would increase the possibility of things going wrong. And if things went wrong, people could get hurt, even killed. But if it was him on the job, then he could personally see to it that the right decisions were made and the right actions were taken to handle the situation properly. In his eyes, when it came down to it, it was better him than someone else.
And it seemed as if he made the right choice. Even with him on the assignment, things had still gone wrong, and now a person was dead because of it. And he would be damned if anyone else died on his watch. He would do what he was sent here to do, keep everyone safe. And that meant taking out the current threat. The Company would just have to be satisfied with a dead specimen instead of a live one.
“See anything?” he asked over the com-link, knowing the others were watching him on the monitors.
Back in the monitoring room, the members of both teams looked over the small individual screens. While it was the sector where Alice’s room was located that had nearly every square inch covered, there were cameras in different sectors of the station, recording everything that was going on. So far though, there was no sign of the Xenomorph anymore.
“No, nothing yet,” Cypher spoke into the com-link as his eyes went from monitor to monitor. “It’s likely it went back into the air ducts. Proceed with caution.”
Houtras didn’t need to be told that; he’d been in battle several times, and had gone through several stealth operations. Only in those instances, he and his team didn’t want to be found. This time though, he did. He was trying to draw the creature out from wherever it was hiding so he could take it out, and so made an attempt to make his presence known.
Suddenly, the lights went out, and Houtras froze. The motion detector he had strapped to his shoulder dropped to his side as he raised his rifle and began looking around. Every shadow seemed to be moving towards him, every shape in the dim corridor seemed to be that of the Xenomorph, ready to pounce at any moment.
Taking a moment to regain his composure, Houtras addressed the others. “What’s happening, people?”
The others picked up on the urgency in his voice and exchanged looks. They all looked at the monitors, but saw nothing, just empty rooms and empty corridors.
“Nothing is going on,” Rogers replied. “Why, what’s happening on your end?”
“I just lost power,” Houtras replied impatiently. “Everything’s gone dark.”
Fritz’s eyes narrowed in thought. “You just lost power? It must have damaged the electrical systems in that area. We still have power here, so it’s probably close to where you are.”
If Houtras weren’t so well disciplined, he would have rolled his eyes. Of course it was nearby, he had been trying to get it to come to him. “Just watch my back. I don’t need it sneaking up on me.”
Cypher pointlessly nodded. “We shall. We still don’t see anything yet.”
At his words, something suddenly clicked in Scotts’ head. Houtras’ request for them to watch his back suddenly made him realize that this whole time they had all been looking for the Xenomorph, not actually watching the lieutenant. His eyes raced across the monitors, and he realized that he didn’t see Houtras anywhere, and hadn’t seen him since he had left the room. And while it was possible that he was not in range of any cameras currently and he had simply not noticed him on them before, which was highly unlikely, if the lieutenant had truly lost power where he was, then they should be seeing a dark corridor on at least one of the monitors, if the cameras even still worked.
“Lieutenant,” he said, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice, “what’s your location?”
Houtras’ eyes narrowed suspiciously. “I’m currently in Sector 17.”
Scotts turned his eyes to the monitors that he knew displayed that sector. He saw nothing out of the ordinary, just empty halls. That wasn’t right, not if that area had lost power. Based on what he was seeing, the power was working just fine.
“Do you see any cameras where you are?” he asked, unable to keep the worry out of his voice. “They should be located where the ceiling meets the wall.”
Fritz gave him an impatient look. “What are you on about?”
She was ignored as Houtras began looking around, spotting one of the cameras Scotts was talking about. “Ok, I see one. What about it?”
“Go over to it,” Scotts told him. “Wave your hand in front of it so we can see.”
Not entirely sure what the scientist was going on about, Houtras went over to the camera and began waving his hand in front of it. “Ok, now what?”
“You’re right in front of the camera?” Scotts asked.
“Yes.”
Dread gripped Scotts’ gut as he looked back at the others. “We can’t see him.”
Rogers gave him a confused look. “What does that mean?”
Ramirez inhaled sharply as she caught on to what Scotts had noticed, and her eyes darted to another monitor, the one that showed the spot where Sanders had been killed, and she couldn’t’ believe that none of them hadn’t noticed it before. It showed a clear, clean hall, no trace of gore, and no sign of the Xenomorph’s cocoon, which should have been in the camera’s line of view. She placed her finger on the screen, drawing the other’s attention to it, and looked over at Dawn.
“You said that you didn’t see anything when you were watching the monitors, right?”
The android nodded. “Yes, there was no sign of anything, otherwise I would have notified you all.”
Scotts and Ramirez exchanged a look, both of them reaching the same conclusion.
“This footage isn’t live,” said Scotts. “Someone set them on a loop.”
Houtras stepped away from the camera, placing two fingers to the earpiece to make sure he heard correctly. “Did you say on a loop?”
Ramirez began fiddling with the controls. “It’s the only explanation.”
“Who the hell would do that?” Rogers demanded. “And why?”
Fritz glared at him. “Was it you or Dr. Sanders? Did you not want anyone to see you sneak away for your little sex escapades?”
He glared right back at her. “We didn’t touch the damn cameras.”
Ramirez shook her head. “This was done recently. At some point between when we checked the footage for what happened to the Facehugger to when we went looking for the Chestburster.”
Dawn cocked her head to the side. “That would explain why I didn’t see anything on the monitors during the search, because the footage wasn’t live. I do not know the layout of the Atlas, so I assumed what happened with Dr. Sanders occurred in a place where there were no cameras.”
Ramirez shook her head and pointed to the monitors again. “Based on where she died, we should have seen it on this monitor. The reason you didn’t see anything was because someone looped the footage. But who?”
“Anyone could have gotten to them,” Scotts muttered, seemingly talking to himself. “There was plenty of time for someone to mess with the cameras after that thing came out of Alice. It could have been anyone.”
“But why?” Rogers demanded impatiently. “Why loop the cameras?”
Fritz lifted her chin. “Obviously, whoever did it didn’t want us to see what was going on.”
Her condescending tone reignited Rogers’ anger. “In that case, you’re the main suspect. You were the only one who didn’t want to kill the thing.” He glared at Cypher. “Or any one of you robots. You’re under the Company’s orders to bring this thing back.”
While Fritz looked outraged by the accusation, Cypher appeared to be unfazed. “I will remind you that we are all programmed to never harm or allow harm to come to a human being. And yes, our orders are to bring back a specimen, this is true, but we have that with the remains of the Facehugger. While it’s regrettable that it’s dead, it can always be cloned. The same can be said for the current Xenomorph when it’s killed. Alive would be preferable, but its corpse would work as well.”
“Everybody shut up!” Houtras snapped, unable to stand all their talking any more. “Just fix the damn cameras so we’re not blind.”
No one said anything more as Ramirez began working furiously at the controls to get all the monitors running properly once more. Houtras stayed where he was, looking up and down the dark corridors. It was dark, but he could still see well enough. The lack of power, however, left many dark spots where something could hide, and he didn’t like it. Nervous sweat ran down the back of his neck as his eyes darted around the dimly lit hall.
As if the situation wasn’t bad enough, it now seemed like someone was trying to protect the very monster that was hunting them down. But who, and why? Houtras had seen treason before, and it wasn’t pretty. As of right now, any of the others could be, for lack of a better word, the traitor. As far as Houtras could tell, they each had a somewhat reasonable motive, at least from his perspective, and any concern or ignorance they were displaying could be faked.
For the androids, it was obvious. They were meant to being back a specimen. Things may have gone wrong with that assignment, but that was still their mission, and Cypher was in charge of it, making him the most likely suspect of the three. While it was true that he agreed that the Xenomorph should be killed, he could have just said that in order to look innocent, all while secretly planning to protect it. And Lana and Dawn were his little sidekicks. True there was that not to harm or allow a human to be harmed part of their programming, but were they really “allowing” harm to come to anyone by simply messing with the cameras?
Fritz was also very suspicious. One look at her was enough to tell you that she was the uncaring, cold, self-centered kind of person who’s only concern was to promote herself and obtain her own ambitions. She had also been very against the killing of the Xenomorph, but had been outvoted. And while she had seemed to be genuinely shocked by Sanders’ death, she had also acted, ultimately, indifferent to it in the end. She had also been rather indifferent and unfeeling about what had happened to Alice as well. It was all too easy to imagine her messing with the cameras to try and keep the Xenomorph alive.
The other three scientists were less suspicious, but could still have their own motives and agendas as well. Being the one to have seduced Sanders away from her post, Rogers was greatly responsible for the Facehugger’s escape, and, by extension, everything that had followed, including Sanders’ death. Was he actually planning on having the Xenomorph kill off everyone except for him? It would allow him to make up any excuse he wanted for what happened, and possibly allow him to get out of any consequences. True, it seemed unlikely, but if the man thought he was in trouble, then it was possible that he was willing to do anything to get out of it. Houtras had seen people do far more in order to save their own skin.
Ramirez was also an unlikely, but possible suspect. From what he had learned about her, she was a hacker, and had all but admitted to looking into things she had no business sticking her nose into. If she was ambitious or curious enough, then she might be willing to put their lives at risk. And being a hacker and an all-around computer wiz, looping the cameras would be all too easy for her. True, she was one of the ones who realized that the video feed wasn’t live, but she may have done that to make herself look innocent. Someone would have been bound to realize that the video was looped, so why not point out what she herself had done to cast suspicion off herself? Besides, shouldn’t she, or any of them have noticed that the footage was looped sooner? Though he supposed that the paranoia and stress could have affected their judgment.
The same went for Scotts. He too had realized that the video feed wasn’t live. If he was responsible, then “discovering” this would be a good way to look innocent, just as it would have for Ramirez. Or if Ramirez had been responsible, then her “realizing” what the problem was after Scotts already figured it out was also plausible. But unlike Ramirez, Scotts had a clearer motive, and that was the other alien creature, the one they called Alice. It was more than obvious that the man was smitten with her, and Houtras didn’t know how deep that ran. If Scotts fell for her charms and she had been able to turn him to her side, then he may have become desperate enough to do anything for her. But with the others present, he wouldn’t have been able to be with her. However, the Xenomorph would provide rare opportunity. Perhaps Alice had convinced him to let the creature pick them off, claiming that she would protect him from it when it was just the two of them, then they could finally be together. Or maybe Scotts had simply decided to do all this on his own without Alice convincing him. People were known to do crazy things for love, so it was possible.
Houtras shook his head. There were too many variables, too many possibilities. But right now, none of that mattered. He had to stay focused on the task at hand. Whoever was trying to sabotage things would have to be weeded out later. First and foremost was killing the threat before it killed anyone else. Houtras wasn’t going to let anyone else die, not as long as he was still breathing.
“I got it!” Ramirez exclaimed, and all the monitor screens jumped to a live feed. The ones that displayed Sector 17 though suddenly went dark, and the smile on Ramirez’s face vanished. “Oh, shit.”
She didn’t need to say what the problem was, Houtras could figure it out himself. “Let me guess, no power means you can’t see me, right?”
“Afraid so,” she replied. “We’re blind in that area.”
Fritz let out a frustrated grumble. “Just let us know if you find anything.”
As if responding to her comment, the motion detector in Houtras’ hands started sounding. The lieutenant’s gaze went from looking around in the dark to looking at the screen. He saw the circle on the radar that represented the moving object swiftly making its way towards his location.
“Looks like it found me,” he responded.
Tension suddenly filled the monitoring room as everyone instantly became on edge.
“Where is it?” Rogers demanded. “Do you see it anywhere?”
Houtras turned in the direction the signal was coming from, and ended up looking down a dark corridor. He could barely see anything, and things became lost in the shadows farther down the corridor. There was no sign of any movement, yet the signal was rapidly approaching.
“Can’t see a damn thing,” he told the others as he strained his eyes to see in the dark.
“I would recommend retreating,” Cypher told him. “Get to a lit area. If it’s after you, it will follow.”
Houtras looked back down at the motion detector. With as fast as the signal was approaching, it would be on him before he got to a place he could see properly. “Negative, this thing will be on me any second.”
He looked back down the corridor, still not seeing anything. If the creature was really as close as the motion detector was saying, surely he would see something by now; the corridor was dark, but it wasn’t that dark.
Suddenly, he remembered, and his hand dropped to his utility belt. He grabbed hold of the flare he had and ignited it, and light flooded the area. The moving signal in the motion detector suddenly stopped, and Houtras looked from it back down the corridor. He wished he had an actual flashlight instead, but hadn’t thought he’d need one.
Squinting his eyes, he stared down the corridor. He still didn’t see any sign of the Xenomorph, but as he looked on, he saw something. It looked like water dripping from up above, but no, it wasn’t water. The droplets were too thick, the sizes to inconsistent. Being a military man and well trained with a weapon, Houtras’ eyes had learned to pick up even minor details in whatever he was looking at.
His eyes slowly shifted upward. The ceiling was high, too high for the light of the flare to reach from as far away as he was, preventing him from seeing whatever it was the not-water was dripping from. He hesitated a moment, then threw the flare up towards the ceiling.
There was a vicious snarl as the flare nearly hit the creature clinging to the ceiling. Houtras caught sight of it before the artificial gravity pulled the flare back down, and it landed on the floor. A hiss escaped the Xenomorph, and, having lost the element of surprise, it dropped down from the ceiling to land on all fours several meters away from where Houtras was. Then, slowly, it rose up onto two feet until it stood upright. Reaching a standard Xenomorph height, perhaps a foot taller.
With the flare only a few feet from the Xenomorph, Houtras got a good look at the creature. For the most part, it looked like a standard Xenomorph, though it seemed to stand up a little straighter and slouched less. Its skin, however, seemed to have the same texture of both the Xenomorph’s biomechanical-like exoskeleton and Alice’s alien form; Houtras had seen pictures of it. It even seemed to have two small breasts on its chest. Did that make it female? Didn’t all Xenomorphs except the queen technically lack a gender, along with any reproductive organs?
It was black in color, but its skin held the semi-translucence of the Species race as well. Like all Xenomorphs, it had a long, cylinder-shaped head, but its carapace wasn’t smooth like young Xenomorphs, nor did it have the ridges of the older ones. Rather, it looked like the tentacles that served for hair for the Species race had fused together to form the carapace, with two of those tentacles growing out of the side of its head and curving towards its mouth to form mandibles on both sides of its mouth, a mouth whose lips had curled back and puddles of drool poured from. Strangely, its lower jaw and chin almost looked human, or perhaps Species, though the fangs inside were definitely not.
On its back were the same four tube-like dorsal spines that all Xenomorphs had, but it also had a row of spikes that ran down the center of its back, leading to its long, skeleton-like tail that ended in a slightly curved spearhead-like tip. Long deadly spikes grew out of the end of it elbows, and its legs were shaped like a cross between a Xenomorph’s and the Species’. The creature was indeed a hideous blend of the two alien races.
When Houtras’ eyes finished taking in its grotesque appearance, they settled on its face, knowing that its own eyes were located behind the smooth mask-like layer of flesh on its face just above its mouth, allowing it to see through its shell, but preventing him from seeing its eyes. The creature’s mouth stretched wide open, displaying its sharp, silvery teeth, and in the back of its throat was a second set of jaws, ready to shoot out and take a chunk out of whatever it came across.
All sound seemed to fade away. Houtras heard the others speaking to him on the com-link, but their voices sounded far away as he focused all his attention on his target. The Xenomorph snarled at him and took a step forward on double-jointed digitigrade legs that were shaped much like Alice’s alien form with clawed feet. It held its arms out in an intimidating display, its six fingers on each hand spread with its long, lethal claws, eager to tear into flesh.
Moving slowly, but ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice, Houtras let the motion detector drop to the floor. The Xenomorph glanced at it before looking back at Houtras and hissing again. Houtras slowly brought up his rifle, pointing it at the monstrosity, and fired.
The bullet tore through the air and slammed into the Xenomorph. It let out a high-pitched screech and stumbled back, a shower of acid blood spraying out behind it. Houtras fired again and again, causing the Xenomorph to hold back with each impact and emit another pained cry.
After taking a fifth bullet to the chest, the Xenomorph took a step forward and opened its mouth. Its second set of jaws shot out of its mouth, covering the distance between it and Houtras in less than a second. Only the distance between them and the quick reflexes Houtras had obtained during his military training allowed him to move at the last possible moment to avoid getting bitten, and the extendable jaws quickly pulled back into the Xenomorph’s mouth.
Houtras’ heart was racing. How had it extended its jaws so far? They were only supposed to extend for about half a meter. This one’s must have extended over ten feet; that was greater than the length of its body. It must have inherited this from Alice; Houtras knew that her kind had a barbed tongue they could shoot out over long distances to impale prey or enemies.
It didn’t matter, because he was about to put an end to this. As the Xenomorph opened its mouth to attack again, he brought up his rifle and fired. The bullet struck the Xenomorph in the head, right between where its eyes would have been had they not been hidden by the mask-like shell, and blasted out of the back of its carapace as the partly melted bullet exited. The Xenomorph gave another loud screech that faded out before collapsing in a heap and going still. Acidic blood seeped out of it as it lay on its side, and the floor began to dissolve away beneath it.
Houtras let out a sigh of relief. That had been an intense moment, and he’d had a pretty close call, but ultimately it hadn’t been too bad. He wasn’t taking any chances though, and so made his way over to the unmoving alien and fired two more rounds into it. Its body jerked from each impact, but otherwise it was unresponsive.
Satisfied that the job was done, a new concern overcame Houtras as he watched the Xenomorph begin to slide down the hole that was opening up beneath it from its blood. How long before that stuff stopped? If it kept eating away, it would eventually melt a hole in the Atlas, and everything would be sucked out into space. Would they be able to seal off the open areas? Why had they not thought of this before?
“Target is down,” he quickly reported. “I repeat, target is down.”
“It’s dead?” Rogers asked, almost sounding like he didn’t quite believe it.
“I have confirmed the kill,” Houtras replied as he watched the Xenomorph fall through the floor and disappear from sight. “But we have a new problem. This thing’s blood is eating its way through floor after floor. What if it eats its way through the entire damn station?”
“Don’t worry,” Cypher told him. “There are several more layers between where you’re at and the outside. It’ll stop before it reaches the final floor.”
“Are you sure?” Houtras demanded. “I don’t feel like getting sucked out into space.”
“I am certain of it,” the android replied. “Although I can’t say how much of the Atlas will be damaged, but there’s no threat of outside exposure. I’ve calculated blood quality to the acid’s strength.”
That was good enough for Houtras. He was a soldier, a robot scientist surely knew more about it than he did. So he took a step forward and spat into the large hole the Xenomorph had dropped through. “Good riddance.”
Letting the flare continue to burn, he went over and picked up the motion detector. Strapping it over his shoulder, he shut it off, then began making his way down the corridor. He hadn’t taken more than a few steps before he froze in his tracks. A feeling of unease gripped him, and he slowly turned back to the hole.
Something wasn’t right; he had a gut feeling. His time in the army had taught him to trust his instincts, and they were telling him that something was very, very wrong. With his weapon at the ready, he made his way back over to the hole.
He slowed his approach as he got close, and carefully leaned over. He barely poked his head over before a clawed hand reached up, and the Xenomorph’s face appeared behind it. It was very much alive. Houtras swore and backed away as the Xenomorph crawled up and out of the hole.
“Target alive!” he said loudly into his com-link. “I repeat, target is alive!”
The others exchanged bewildered looks before Scotts exclaimed. “You told us it was dead!”
As the Xenomorph rose to its full height, Houtras’ eyes went to the bullet holes he had put into to, particularly the one in the center of its head. As he looked on, those injuries healed, leaving no trace that it had been harmed in the slightest. He inhaled deeply as he realized that the Xenomorph had inherited Alice’s healing ability.
“It can regenerate!” he shouted, and lifted his rifle to fire.
The Xenomorph snarled and swiped at the air. Its fingers seemed to morph into tentacles and stretch out to whip at Houtras. On reflex, he brought up his arms and rifle to shield his face, crying in pain as he felt the tentacles strike his arm. Blood flowed as his skin was flailed right through his shirt’s sleeves.
The rifle fell apart in his hands, having been sliced up by the Xenomorph’s tentacles, and Houtras swore again. He looked at his bleeding arms and swore for the third time as he saw his bone in his gashes; the damn thing had literally sliced him to his actual bone.
“Motherfucker!” he growled, gritting his teeth against the pain and looking back at the Xenomorph. Its tentacle fingers had reverted back to regular claws, and it snarled at him. It was useless, he wouldn’t be able to kill the thing, not with its regeneration. But still, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
He reached for his belt with both hands, ignoring the agonizing pain in his arms. He took up a handgun in his right hand and a knife in his left. The Xenomorph snarled again and dropped to all fours, then it charged at him. Houtras fired, and a few of the shots hit, sending acid blood spraying, but it did nothing to stop the alien from pouncing.
Houtras hit the ground hard with the Xenomorph on top of him. His right arm was pinned down under by it, and the gun slid uselessly away. His other hand was still free though, and he still held the knife. As the Xenomorph hissed at him, he brought it up, stabbing where the alien’s kidneys would be if it were human. The Xenomorph’s hiss turned into a pained shriek, but Houtras kept stabbing.
Acid blood poured from the stab wounds and over his hand and body. Houtras cried out as it dissolved through his flesh, and he stopped stabbing. The Xenomorph looked down at him and wracked its claws across his chest and over the arm that had been stabbing it, shredding his skin. A gurgled sound escaped the lieutenant as blood forced its way up and out of his mouth.
The Xenomorph rested victoriously on top of Houtras, its face a few inches from his own. Saliva poured out of its mouth and onto him in abundance, but he didn’t even notice over the pain. His body wasn’t responding to him at all, and he knew he was going into shock; he had seen it happen enough in the army.
He watched as the Xenomorph’s mouth opened and its extendable inner jaws snaked out. He couldn’t help but notice that they were a grayish white color, unlike the rest of its dark body, and that its sharp, inner teeth seemed to be made of metal, just like its primary jaws. Globs of saliva dripped off of it as the smaller jaws opened, revealing that there was no throat for them, the flesh closed off in the back.
“I hope I taste like shit to you,” Houtras grumbled, and then spat a mouthful of blood at the alien.
Pulling back in surprise as the blood splattered across its face, the Xenomorph let out a screech and its jaws shot out, taking a lethal bite out of the lieutenant. Houtras’ cries echoed through the corridors and over the com-link. The others listened in horror to the whooping sound of the Xenomorph’s extendable jaws repeatedly shooting out, followed, by the sickening crunch sound of bites being taken, which was then accompanied by another one of Houtras’ screams. This repeated for a few seconds, and then all was silent.

(A/N: Well, that went horribly. Houtras put up a good fight, but in the end, it wasn't enough. What more, the situation is far more serious than initially believed. It seems that this Xenomorph has inherited not only some of Alice's species' killing abilities, but also their regeneration. That is going to make killing it extremely difficult, if they even can kill it. And even worse, it seems that there's a traitor amongst the group? But who could it be? Houtras came up with a possible motive for each of them, and all are plausible. How will our team survive, and who amongst them is the traitor? Stay tuned to find out.)
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