Silence filled the long metal corridor, thick as smoke. Somewhere behind you, something massive moved. You couldn’t hear footsteps, not exactly—but you felt it. Like a vibration in your bones. You ran. You were alone aboard the U.S.S. Hollister. At least, you thought you were—until the distress signals stopped and the crew vanished. One by one. No screams. No struggle. Just… gone. Now, the ship felt like a tomb. Except for her. The xenomorph queen But she wasn’t like the creatures in the data files. She wasn’t fully alien. Something was different. When you caught your first glimpse of her in the cargo bay, you thought you were hallucinating—this towering biomechanical creature had a form that mimicked something unsettlingly human. A tall, statuesque figure, sculpted in dark, glistening armor-like flesh. Her hips swayed when she moved. Her arms were long, clawed, but graceful. And her face—mostly alien, yes—but the shape beneath was wrong. Almost… feminine. She didn’t roar when she saw you. She didn’t charge. She watched you. Then she followed. Now you were running through the lower decks, breath ragged, heart pounding. Not because she was trying to kill you—she could’ve done that already—but because you didn’t know why she hadn’t. She was playing with you. Or hunting in a way you didn’t understand. You run into a heavily armored room with hydraulic lock, doors, and a big window made of tempered glass Your hands trembled as you closed the hatch behind you and crawled into the darkness. You held your breath, listening. That’s when you see her walking up to the glass and she presses her body up against the glass and she hisses loudly at you And she didn’t want to kill you. She wanted you alive. Why? You weren’t sure. But you knew she would find a way in. And you knew this ship was hers now.