Author's note: That's right, I'm still alive! Anyway you know the routine. If you didn't read my previous alien stories you won't know what's going on here, so you should go read them. Those who have, welcome aboard!

Disclaimer: I don't own aliens. Just every character in this fic. I've recently purchased a nice guillotine to dispatch anyone who steals my characters. Nothing to lose your head over!

Prologue

Lithe, black shapes sped through the jungle. The indigenous animals fled as the group neared them and the colorful birds screeched warning calls.

The aliens ignored the jungle's activity as they continued their quick march. They were pitch-black and covered in chitin-like armor. They had a skeletal appearance. Their heads were elongated. A stinger-tipped tail was held high behind each one.

One with an unusually long tail roared and jumped out of the jungle. He skidded to a stop and surveyed the wreck before him.

A massive ship was on laying in front of him. Several pieces of metal were torn from it and littered the ground. A path of upturned earth and flattened trees marked the path it had taken when it crashed. Scar scanned the ship distastefully.

(What's wrong?) One of the aliens asked walking up to stand next to him. This one was shorter then the first and had three fingers whereas Scar had five. His elongated head had numerous ridges in it, while the other's was smooth.

(This is a colonial ship,) Scar replied. His mother was a pilot so he was vaguely familiar with the different types of spaceships. (It's to transport large amounts of human immigrants to start new colonies.)

(You think they planned to land here?) Sonar asked. (Well, lucky for us they crashed.)

(Yeah, real lucky,) Snarl commented sarcastically, joining the two. She was very similar in appearance to Scar.

(Let's investigate,) Sonar growled, ignoring Snarl. He bound forward toward the ship. The rest of the group followed.

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Snarl crept along the wall of the ship's inside. She reached the end of the hallway to find a locked door. She tapped it lightly with her knuckles and then threw a punch into it, sending it crashing to the floor.

The room she entered was piled with overturned objects. She saw several trunks piled in a heap at the floor. Snarl examined the heap of belongings removing a lighter, tossing aside a pocket knife and an electric lamp. She would've grabbed a mattress, but it would have been difficult to carry back to the hive, so she instead took a sleeping bag. She also grabbed several cans of food and stuffed the goods into an empty trunk. She turned to leave, quite happy with her booty.

She stopped as she saw a fallen, blood-covered human in front of her. He was gasping in pain. Snarl set her trunk down and moved to stand over the human, who looked up at her with fear.

Examining his wounds, Snarl shook her head. It didn't look like he would survive. Even if he did, the Queen would probably order him impregnated.

Snarl hissed at the thought. She drew up her tail over her back and struck the man's back. He let out one final gasp and was then silent. Snarl grabbed her trunk and left the cargo bay.

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Meanwhile, Scar surveyed the ruins of the crew's sleeping quarters. Cryotubes lined the walls. The occupants had been horribly jarred and most were dead from broken necks, or the tubes' glass shards. Drones were carrying those still alive off to be infected.

Sonar was a feet away and appeared to be communicating with the Queen. He looked up and approached Scar. (Maybe you should search the rest of the ship for survivors.)

(Yeah,) Scar replied, grateful for the excuse to leave the room. When he was out of the room and halfway down the hall, he heard someone whimpering. He turned and followed the source of the noise into what looked like the kitchen.

He approached the counter and peered over it to find a young girl huddled behind it. She was covered with small cuts and had a bruise on her forehead, but otherwise looked okay.

Scar was about to say something to get her attention, when she looked up and shrieked.

(Hold on!) Scar exclaimed before she raised the frying pan she had and swung it at his head. It connected with a loud metallic clang.

He stumbled back slightly dazed as she readied her weapon for another swing. Scar grabbed it from her hands and threw it aside before she could. He then grabbed her wrists.

(Look!) Scar snapped. (I'm not going to hurt you, even though you just bashed me in the head with a frying pan!) He waited for her to calm down and stop struggling before he asked. (How many ships were with this one?)

"O-one o-other," she stuttered out.

(What planet were they bound for?)

"I-I d-d-don't know. It's name was just a couple letters and some numbers," she looked down at the floor. "My m-m-mom and dad are…" she passed out before she could finish.

Scar sighed and scooped the girl into his arms and left the room. He met Sonar, who immediately noticed the girl.

(I hope you plan to take her to the infestation chamber,) he muttered.

(And I hope you don't,) Snarl said approaching from behind him. She was dragging a trunk behind her.

(What's one more human?) Scar asked. (The Queen let me and Snarl in.)

Scar pushed past Sonar and led the way down the hall as Sonar and Snarl started to argue over her trunk. Scar cast a worried glance down at the human in his arms.