A/U: This chapters just a quick prologue (emphasis on quick), it was my original inspiration, but I intend to take the story somewhere completely different. The story is based around the Xenomorphs species, but is otherwise almost completely seperate from the alien franchise. If my abbreviations for militatary rankings are inccorect, I apologize. Also, I send love and cookies to anyone who can point out all the cultural references I had so much fun working in. Please remember: there is a 50% chance of snow, a 12% chance of rain, and a 100% chance that this story will include inter-species "relations". If you are not okay with this, don't bother reading.

PROLOGUE

I watched as she took off through the dense jungle, running with a fluid grace, at a speed no normal human could obtain. She avoided any obstacles with ease, the row of bushes that ended their clearing, the grenade falling to her right, the rapid gunfire shattering over her head. She made it easily to the secondary tree line, and made for the nest entrance.

She scanned the area carefully, noticing anything that would impede her progress towards the hive. A Hyrulean soldier reaching for a grenade, a squad of gunners quickly reloading their turret, neither would be a problem. She sprinted out of cover, eating up ground quickly. The gunfire started exactly how she had predicted, aimed high but rapidly lowering towards her head. Another second and she hit the decline, lowering her below the dense underbrush. She knew the grenade would come on her right, and she dived just before it would hit the ground. The force behind her slammed into her armor, launching her into a perfect roll just before the hive. She looked back at the trail of gas she had left, and hoped their plan worked. Back on the other side of the battle she spotted the recruit she'd found desperately trying to strike a spark. His body lifted as bullets hit him, sending him several feet back, but not quick enough. By some miracle of fate he had struck his flint just right, dropping them on the puddle of gas before him. The flames shot forward, traveling quickly towards her. They had miscalculated, and she could tell just before the line of searing flames reached the gas jug that she had completed her last mission.

January fifth, 2132; Weylend-Yutani Assualt Droid Division [ADD], 22:43:12

Mission Log 0498 Transmission Recieved:

Hive Destroyed, Colonial Insurrectionists repressed, no survivors.

Team Report:May 7, 2001

Pvt. Myst, Atrus; Serial No. 0-MA701; Status: KIA

Pvt. Ripley, Ellen; Serial No. O-L V426; Status: KIA

Sgt. Johnson, Avery; Serial No. O-B2652; Status: KIA

PO. Spartan, John; Serial No. 0-MC117; Status: KIA

CWO. Sierra, Kelly; Serial No. 0-HB463; Status: KIA

Mission Status: Success.

Weylend read the report carefully, noting the serial numbers of the deceased men. He looked over to the man who had arrived with the eye's only report.

"And the footage?" The man was rather small, and seemed even more so when he cowered under his CEO's hard gaze.

"Nothing could be retrieved other than what had been remotely sent before the explosion." His boss nodded in satisfaction. "Delete it."

"Delete it, Sir?" He asked.

"I believe those were my words." The business man refocused his stare, noting the name card on the messengers shirt. "Are you capable of that, Ensign Lovell?" Weylends eyes seemed to pierce the ensigns soul, in a way that disturbed him greatly. Lovell nodded rapidly, "Yes Sir!", and hurried out of the room.