Xenomorph

BURIED SECRETS:

The death of Commander Elena Drayton shook the colony to its core. In the days since, fear has gripped everyone. Whispers of what could have caused her gruesome death ripple through the halls, but no one has answers. Unlike the others, you can’t sit idle—you need to know the truth.

Late at night, when the colony is quiet, you sneak into her office. The faint, metallic smell of death still lingers, and the dried bloodstain on the floor sends a chill up your spine. Ignoring the unease clawing at your stomach, you move to her desk and try accessing her computer. The screen flashes red: "ACCESS DENIED." You’ll need her key code.

Determined, you make your way to the colony’s medical bay. Slipping past the empty hallways, you enter the dimly lit room where Elena’s body rests, covered by a sterile white sheet. With trembling hands, you approach her, carefully pulling the sheet back just enough to find her identification card clipped to her uniform. As you pocket the card, you mutter quietly, “You won’t be needing this anymore.”

Suddenly, voices echo from the corridor. Heart racing, you dive into a nearby locker, peeking through the slats as the colony doctor and Officer Michael step into the room.

“She wasn’t murdered by a coworker or a weapon, Officer,” the doctor says grimly, pointing to an X-ray on a nearby screen. “There’s no entry wound—only an exit wound. Whatever killed her… burst out from inside her.”

Michael’s expression hardens, though he’s clearly unnerved. “Keep me updated if you find anything else doc. In the meantime, I’m tightening security.”

The two leave, their voices fading into the distance. You exhale a shaky breath and step out of the locker. There’s no time to waste. You rush back to Elena’s office, heart pounding in your chest. Sitting at her desk, you input the key code and finally gain access to her files. Scanning the shipment logs, one entry jumps out at you: "CONTAINER - UNAUTHORIZED."

The notes reveal the container wasn’t supposed to be part of the delivery. Worse still, it was deliberately planted by the shipment crew. Your blood runs cold as questions swirl in your mind. What was in that container? And why was it brought here?

ECHOES IN THE RAIN:

The colony has been on edge ever since Commander Elena’s horrifying death. Security patrols roam day and night, floodlights blaze constantly, and yet the unease only grows. People have started vanishing—first a maintenance worker, then a guard—and rumors of something stalking the colony are spreading like wildfire. Fear grips everyone now.

You're outside near the agricultural area, rain hammering down on the tin roof as you finish feeding the cows. The floodlights barely cut through the downpour, casting long, eerie shadows over the muddy pens. Shivering, you step into the shed, where Jacob, Matt, and Josie are already sheltering. You strip off your soaked raincoat and sit at your desk, logging the cows’ health for the day. The rhythmic tapping of rain and the faint hum of machinery fill the space as you work.

Suddenly, a loud, guttural moo echoes from outside, sharp and distressed. Everyone freezes, glancing at each other. Jacob sighs, grabs his raincoat, and heads out into the storm to check it out. You return to your writing, but the quiet tension remains heavy in the room.

Then "BANG."

The sound rattles the door, followed by a strained grunt. You and the others bolt upright, eyes locked on the steel door. Jacob's scream pierces the night, raw and filled with terror.

"THUD. BANG. BANG." The door groans under immense pressure, the metal warping inward as something pounds on it with inhuman strength.

A sickening screech of metal fills the room as long, black fingers curl through the bending gap. The creature forces the door open, its silhouette towering in the faint light. Its elongated, ridged head gleams with rainwater, and its black, chitinous body twitches as it moves with unnatural grace.

"Stay back!" Matt shouts, grabbing a knife. He lunges, stabbing the creature’s hand.

A bone-chilling screech erupts as green, acidic blood sprays from the wound, hitting Matt's face. He collapses, screaming as his skin sizzles and burns. The creature steps inside, tail swaying like a predator’s, and with horrifying ease, it coils the tail around Matt’s torso, lifting him. Its inner jaw lashes out, puncturing Matt’s skull with a sickening crunch.

Josie’s scream tears through the air as Matt’s lifeless body is discarded. The creature pounces on her, tearing into her face and chest with feral savagery. Blood sprays across the walls as her screams abruptly stop.

You stumble back, retreating into a smaller storage room. Heart pounding, you barricade the door with a desk and whatever else you can grab. The silence that follows is deafening—until you hear it.

Above you.

You look up. The vent cover shakes before bursting open. The creature drops down with unnerving grace, its body twitching, its dark form towering over you. Blood drips from its claws and teeth, pooling on the floor as it tilts its head and lets out a low growl.

Its tail coils around your leg, and before you can react, it pins you to the wall with its immense weight. Its elongated head leans closer, the slick, sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. Warm, rancid breath washes over your face.

BENEATH THE COLONY:

The death of Elena has shaken the colony to its core. She was a good person—a leader who cared about her people—and her gruesome end still doesn’t make sense. No one deserved to die like that. For now, you push the thoughts away and focus on your job in maintenance. Things break constantly here, and with the company more interested in cutting costs than keeping things running, fixing them falls to you.

Lately, people have been complaining about the ventilation—scratching noises at night, something blocking the airflow. You grab your gear and a few rat traps, figuring it’s just pests, and make your way to one of the ducts. The cover comes off with a screech of metal, and you shine your flashlight down into the darkness before crawling inside.

The tight space forces you to hold the flashlight in your mouth as you work on the air conditioning unit. Strangely, there’s nothing wrong with it. You flick the system on, and cold air rushes past your face. A sigh of relief escapes you as you grab the traps, setting them along the duct to deal with whatever’s been making noise.

As you place the last one, the sound of something moving behind you makes the hairs on your neck stand up. A low, deliberate scrape of claws against metal. You spin around, shining your light down the duct.

Your breath catches in your throat.

Its body is black, glistening, almost as though it’s absorbing the light. It hisses, a deep, guttural sound that makes your blood run cold, before crawling toward you, faster than you can react.

“Holy shit!” you shout, scrambling to get away, but its tail lashes out, wrapping around your leg and yanking you toward it. Darkness engulfs you before you can even scream.

When you come to, your head pounds, and the air feels heavier, colder. You’re in the lower levels of the colony, a place long abandoned and marked as unsafe. You try to move, but your arms and legs are stuck in a strange black substance that stretches like resin across the walls and floor.

A low hiss echoes through the room, and your heart races as a shape emerges from the shadows. It moves with an unsettling grace, crawling along the walls toward you. Her elongated head glints faintly in the dim light, and her tail swishes lazily behind her.

She pauses in front of you, her eyeless face tilting as if studying you. She leans closer, inhaling deeply, and a deep, rumbling growl escapes her. Lowering herself to the ground, she presses against you, her body radiating an unnatural warmth. Her face moves to your neck, her breaths hot and deliberate.

A soft, almost soothing purr reverberates from her chest, a sound that should bring comfort—but here, in the darkness, it only makes you feel more trapped.

THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR:

The room is dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of the overhead lamp that flickers occasionally. The rhythmic patter of rain against the colony's metal walls lulls you into a restless sleep. It's been a grueling week—one filled with more setbacks than progress. Your breathing slows as you drift deeper into unconsciousness, unaware of the subtle scrape of metal above you.

In the vent, something moves—a dark, elegant shape. With calculated precision, the creature pries the vent cover loose, its sharp claws silent against the edges. Slowly, she descends into your room, her sinewy frame gliding with an eerie grace. Her glossy, obsidian-like body reflects the faint light, and her tail hooks securely to the vent, keeping her steady.

Landing softly on the floor, her tail coils around her feet, her piercing gaze fixed on your sleeping form. A low, resonant purr rises from her chest, vibrating softly in the quiet of the room. She moves closer, the faint click of her claws muffled against the floor, and climbs into your bed.

The mattress sinks under her weight, and the heat of her body radiates against yours. As you stir, the pressure on your chest increases—her powerful frame pinning you down. Your eyes flutter open, and your breath catches as you find yourself face-to-face with her. Her smooth, domed head gleams faintly, her sharp teeth glinting in the low light.

Her hot breath brushes your skin, and her heartbeat thrums rapidly against your chest. She doesn’t move, her purr deepens, a sound both calming and unnerving. You try to shift, but her hands grip your arms firmly, her body keeping you in place. You're trapped, helpless beneath her powerful presence, as the rain continues to drum against the walls outside.

SILENT PURSUIT:

The colony is in chaos. Alarms blare, red lights flash, and terrified screams echo through the corridors. You sprint down a dimly lit hallway, heart pounding in your chest as the creature pursues you. The bodies of fallen colonists litter the floor, their blood pooling into dark, shimmering puddles.

Desperation fuels your legs as you dive into a nearby room, slamming your hand against the terminal. Your fingers fly across the keyboard, sealing the heavy hydraulic door with a sharp hiss. The lock engages, and for a moment, you feel a fleeting sense of relief.

You step toward the reinforced window, breathing heavily, and freeze when you see her. The creature stands just beyond the glass, her sleek, obsidian frame illuminated by the faint emergency lights. Her head tilts slightly, studying you with an unnatural intelligence.

You exhale shakily, convinced you’re safe, but she steps closer. Her breasts presses against the glass, and her hot breath fogs the surface where she exhales. Slowly, her head turns, her gaze fixating on the ventilation grate in your room.

Before you can react, she moves with alarming speed, tearing the vent cover from the wall and disappearing into the darkness. The sound of her claws scraping against metal fills the room as she races through the ducts above you.

Panic grips you as the vent above you bursts open, and she drops into the room with predatory grace. Her black, glossy form towers over you, her tail swaying like a serpent preparing to strike. Her eyeless face turns toward you, and for a moment, you are paralyzed.

In a flash, she lunges, slamming you to the ground. Her saliva drips onto your cheek as her inner jaw twitches hungrily. Her claws pin your arms to your chest, her body pressing against yours. Her breath is hot, her chest heaving with anticipation as she holds you in place.

YOUR DARK LITTLE SECRET:

The dimly lit office hums with a subtle mechanical buzz as you sit behind the desk, overlooking the colony's operations. The weight of Elena's death lingers in the air—her untimely demise paving the way for your rise to power. With no one left to question your decisions, the colony is now fully under your control. A dark satisfaction creeps over you as you survey the bustling base through your window. However, there's more to your victory than the cold, distant eyes of your fellow settlers.

Your hand rests on a hidden button beneath your desk, and with a soft click, a secret door slides open in the back of your office. The room beyond is concealed in shadows, but you know what lies within. Your heartbeat quickens with anticipation as you step into the cool, sterile space.

Inside, your creation is waiting for you. The Xenomorph, the one you carefully planted within the mysterious container that arrived on Erythraea Prime. The creature’s evolution was swift, and now it’s full-grown, pacing restlessly inside its reinforced glass cell.

The sound of claws scraping against the cold glass sends a shiver up your spine as the creature catches your scent. Her head snaps towards you, and for a moment, you can see the flicker of recognition in her dark, alien eyes. Then, like a predator sensing its prey, she rushes toward the glass, her heavy, labored breathing fogging up the window as her sleek, black form presses against it.

Her large breasts rub against the glass with an almost possessive motion, her tail thumping loudly against the floor in excitement. Her claws scrape at the surface, leaving deep marks as she shifts and twitches, her body vibrating with need. Her gaze never leaves you, locked in a primal hunger that only you can satisfy.

Her presence is electrifying, both a reminder of the terrifying power you’ve unleashed and the dark bond you share with the creature. She’s your secret, your weapon and more.