tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63493995338822153012011-11-28T05:11:07.212+05:30A sneak preview of one of my (many) labours of love.. An unofficial written sequel to the Alien Quadrilogy.."Ax"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531366301442903759noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6349399533882215301.post-91197205374687726682010-09-13T21:38:00.001+05:302010-09-26T12:30:44.164+05:30

In the shower, the mood had lightened up. "Why'd you think these pricks want this clone back so bad?" Jones asked rinsing the stubble on her head. "How the fuck should I know?" West drawled, "These assholes stick to the 'need to know' card like it's their mom's tit. Yo Kayla, toss me the soap." Hudson walked under the sprinklers just as Morgan tossed the soap to West. "All these fuckin suits '

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"Sergeant Xavier, report to the bridge immediately." Xavier reluctantly sat up, blinking away the sleep. One less day until leave, he thought. Heaving himself out of the open hypersleep chamber, he headed for his locker. As he entered the code, he wondered why he was being called. He put the thought out of his mind as he quickly donned his fatigues and headed off to the bridge. Just another day

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Call searched the skies and recoiled in horror. She saw the rapidly approaching spacecraft, and then looked down to see Ripley blazing across the plains. Ripley knew there was only one chance of saving them from the approaching onslaught. She reached the open bay door and leapt aboard, landing with a loud ‘thunk!’ Vriess was jolted awake by her dramatic entrance, just as Ripley entered the

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As she sat on the edge of the escarpment overlooking around the city, seeing the engineered aftermath of man for the first time, she couldn't help but smile. She looked at the number eight tattooed onto her arm, and then the remnants of the city. What Paris used to be and what it was now. It was one of the heralds of the space age, and now it lay in ruins. The Eiffel Tower lay smashed, less than

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Alien: Dark Epoch -By Ax "I tried to save... people... Didn't work out… There was this... girl. She had bad dreams... I tried to help her... She died. Now I can't even remember her name." "Do you dream? I -uh, we have neural processors that- yes." "When I sleep, I dream about them... it... every night. All around me, in me... I used to be afraid to dream, but I'm not

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