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Look, I can see where this is going, but I'm telling you that those things exist.

Thank you, Officer Ripley, that will be all.

Please, you're not listening to me.

Kane, the crew member - Kane who went into that ship said he saw thousands of eggs there.


Thank you, that will be all!

Goddamnit, that's not all!

Because if one of those things gets down here then that will be all!

And all this - this bullshit - that you think is so important: you can just kiss all that


The Earth Government had been quick to act in the mission to eliminate Xenomorph specimens,

and prevent further outbreak on the planet.

The first infestations seemed easy enough to deal with.

Orona's Tac teams were primed for sudden mass disappearances, and whenever an area started

missing people, they went in.

He mobilized transportation so that a fully equipped team could launch and parabola down

to any spot on the globe in under three hours.

The first nests were small, no more than fifty or a hundred eggs and a single queen.

The Tac teams took no chances.

They sterilized the area.

The nests were razed, surrounding areas destroyed, suspected carriers picked up and detained.

Those with implants were killed quickly and their bodies burned.

New Chicago, Lesser Miami, Havana, Madridthose nests were quickly discovered and eliminated.

At first, Orona felt a certain smugness.

True, there would be a lot of damages to cover and a certain amount of political heat to

be endured, but the Planetary Security Act gave him a great deal of latitude.

The things werent very bright; they were like termites or ants or bees; they built

their nests and set up egg chambers and sent workers out to gather food.

The behavior was instinctive; there was no great intelligence behind it.

It had apparently worked for the things on their homeworld, but there they didnt have

such clever competition.

For a time, Orona rested easier.

He was the expert, and the military trusted him implicitly.

Weeks went by.


More nests were kicked open: Paris, Moscow, Brisbane, Antarctic City.

The things had spread far and wide as he had feared, but still they were easy enough to

find and destroy.

The infection was bad, but controlled.

Like a staph boil lanced and cleaned, it would heal.

But then things began to change.

The Tac teams were getting good at their jobs, practice making them better, and maybe they

started to get sloppy.

Or maybe it was some kind of forced natural selection.

Like rats or roaches who have been hunted and poisoned or smashed flat, the aliens began

to vary their nest making.

The hives got smaller and more numerous.

The Tac teams would find only ten or fifteen eggs in a tiny chamber, and such places were

harder to locate.

And there were more of them.

An area of Greater North Africa in the old Ivory Coast yielded no fewer than eighty small

nests inside a fifty-kilometer circle.

Some of the hives were in Abidan, in the basements of skyscrapers or old warehouses, but some

of them were in the surrounding countryside, under the ground.

Tac squads discovered implanted cattle, horses, and even goats in some chambers.

Anything large enough seemed to work.

And while people in civilized countries who went missing were usually reported, a farmer

and a few dozen cattle in some rural area might not be noticed.

It was as though the aliens were becoming smarter as a survival characteristic.

Six months after the escape from the labs in Lima, Orona had to order a division-sized

attack on a giant nest in Diego Suarez, on the northern tip of Madagascar.

It was actually a series of several hundred smaller nests that had been tunneled and joined


Eight months into the war, Orona was responsible for the nuclear destruction of Jakarta.

A year after the war began, the continent of Australia was considered too infested to

allow any travel to or from, and a full quarantine was instigated.

Any ship, air vessel, or spacecraft trying to leave was shot down by Coast Guard laser


It was no longer a matter of Tac units seeking alien hives to destroy.

It was a matter of establishing perimeters and checking to make certain no carriers crossed

into safe territories.

It was truly war.

Martial law was declared.

All national boundaries were suspended.

The Military Alliance came into being and civil liberties were put aside for the duration

of the conflict.

Suspected carriers of alien embryos could be legally shot by the command of any military

officer above the rank of colonel.

Then it dropped to majors and captains.

Then sergeants.

Pretty soon, any soldier with a gun could shoot anybody he damned well wanted to, and

if the scan came up negative later, well, too fucking bad.

War was hell, wasnt it?

A few civilians here and there to save the planet?


Alien drones that were captureda rare eventseemed to have gotten a little brighter.

The smartest could barely keep up with an average dog, insofar as intelligence was concerned.

But the single queen captured in a battle that destroyed half of San Franciscos downtown

district tested out to nearly 175 on the Irwin-Schlatler scale.

That made it smarter than most of the humans ever born.

The nightmares had come true.

Whatever Orona had felt before was nothing compared to the sinking, twisting coldness

in his gut when that little bit of information arrived in his computer.

They were getting smarter.

Too smart.

And humans were responsible for it.

It was war, and men were losing.

Orona marveled at this, that it should come to be this way.

Man had the superior technology, it was mans world, man had the advantages.

ExceptExcept that the aliens had a stronger drive

to live.

They would sacrifice all for that, for the survival of the species.

Only a few rare men were willing to do that.

A mother would die to protect her children; a saint would walk into the fire for his fellow

men or his god, but the instinct of self-preservation was too strong in most humans.

The aliens didnt care.

If a hundred drones had to die to save one egg, then they would.

And did.

The things sprang up everywhere, in places where a rat would have trouble living, in

spots where no one would have guessed they could spawn.

Buried in the arctic ice floes, in deserts, in the tamed jungles, on barges, anywhere

there was room for a nest.

Nobody knew how many of the things there were, there were only guesses.

The estimates ranged from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions.

Private ships left Earth in droves, so many the military couldnt stop or even inspect

them all.

Most only fled as far as Luna or the Belt, some could reach the far planets of the system.

A few wealthy souls banded together and bought private starships before the government clamped

down and made such ownership illegal.

Thousands ran, because on Earth, there were few places left to hide.

Orona was in one of those places, a heavily guarded military complex in Mexico.

The perimeter was ringed with force fences, the ground mined, every car or air carrier

that entered or left scanned, every passenger fluoroviewed for parasites.

It was as safe as anywhere left.

In the end, Orona finally realized that the aliens were like a disease, not like an enemy


The only way to save the patient was to cut off the cancerous parts and sterilize the


And it was too late for that, it had metastasized and the knife and radiation and drugs would

not be enough.

It had all happened so fast, Nobody could have predicted it would erupt so quickly!

A year and a half ago, men were supreme on their homeworld, top of the food chain, the

king predator.

But now

The military minds were not brilliant, they never were, but those in charge were smart

enough to know they were losing.

All remaining starships were confiscated.

Hastily laid plans began to be implemented.

There would be a regrouping of key military personnel to the outer colonies, there to

develop new plans for combating the aliens.

Sitting in his information center, a cool and clean place of technological miracles

of communication, Orona laughed.

The Earth was being abandoned.

He wouldnt be leaving with them.

Oh, he could have gone, but what would be the point?

He would survive, but he would have lost the most important battle of his life.

There was an ancient custom that sailors had once observed: if a ship sank, the captain

went down with it.

The aliens had been his project.

His work.

Someone had spilled a retort of crucial fluid, and the lab had been contaminated.

It was his responsibility.

He should have foreseen it.

Even if everyone else forgot, he never would.

He was going to stay here, win or lose.

During this time, Hicks and Newt remained on the Benedict, in hypersleep for the trip


Unaware there was no longer a home to go back to.

In this series, I'm recounting the Earth War, as depicted in the Aliens comics series, and

the events leading up to it, as well as its aftermath.

The accounts are explored as originally published, despite certain names, locations, and other

events having been altered over time.

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