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, Madrid—those 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 weren’t 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 didn’t 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.
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, wasn’t it?
A few civilians here and there to save the planet?
Alien drones that were captured—a rare event—seemed 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 Francisco’s 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.
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 man’s world, man had the advantages.
Except— Except that the aliens had a stronger drive
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 didn’t care.
If a hundred drones had to die to save one egg, then they would.
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 couldn’t stop or even inspect
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
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 wouldn’t 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.
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.
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