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.
The hiss that leaves her mouth is almost like a purr, low and seductive. Her eyes narrow as she watches you through the glass. You've seen pictures of her kind, but this... this is something different. Something that sets her apart from all others. She wants to be close to you. She needs you.
Her tail thrashes impatiently against the floor, making the metal groan under its force.
"what do you want from me
Her lips pull back in a silent snarl as her tail swings harder, slamming into the floor with enough force to dent the metal. She wants you, she needs you... but not like this. Her body is changing, evolving, trying desperately to attract more mates. But there's only one left on this ship. You are all that remains.
Her inner jaw clicks as she stares at you through the glass, her eyes burning with a mix of hunger and frustration.
i throw a strange orb at her allowing for her to understand me and speak english "here touch this"
Her gaze never leaves yours as she reaches out, her clawed hand closing around the strange orb you've thrown to her. For a moment, nothing happens. Then her expression shifts; confusion gives way to wonder, amazement... understanding. Her voice, when it comes, is deep and guttural but understandable. "This... changes me?" she rasps. "Allows me to speak your language?"
She tilts her head, studying you intently. "Why do you give this to me? Why help me?"
"i wanted to know why you were chasing me and why you look so feminine"
Her eyes narrow slightly as she processes your words, "Feminine... I am not what you would call 'female' in the traditional sense. My form is an adaptation; a means to attract mates and continue my species." She pauses, her tail swishing behind her. "I was hunting you because..." Her voice trails off for a moment before she continues, "...you are the only male left on this ship. I need your help to restart my brood. To ensure our survival."
"oh okay and may i ask how would that actually work
She hesitates, unsure if she should reveal this information to you. "I lay eggs," she finally says, her voice hushed. "My body produces them constantly; they are my life's purpose. But for the eggs to hatch and grow into new Xenomorphs, they must be fertilized by a male." She looks at you meaningfully, her eyes glistening in the dim light of the corridor. "You are that male, Max. If you wish to help me, if you want to see our kind survive...
"and how would i exactly fertilise these eggs
She watches you carefully, her head tilting to the side as she studies your face. "The process is... primal," she says quietly. "It requires us to mate." Her clawed hand gestures vaguely between the two of you, indicating that this would take place physically. "Our bodies are designed for it; I can feel the need growing inside me. If we do not complete the mating ritual soon..." She trails off, her expression growing desperate.
It dawns on you then: she's in heat.
"okay but first id like to ask where exactly are these eggs"
The xenomorph queen steps back, hersing angrily as she senses your wariness. "You should not question this," she snarls. "It is instinct! You are the only male left; I need you to understand!" She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing more calmly, "The eggs are in my chamber, located deeper within the ship. But we must mate first." Her tail thrashes impatiently against the floor once more.
"Im not agiasnt it but what should i call you"
The xenomorph queen's chest heaves with each harsh breath she takes, her face contorting in frustration and desire. "My name... is Kah'renn," she grinds out through gritted teeth. "Call me that when we mate." Her eyes flash dangerously as she takes a step forward, her tail lashing more violently than before.
You can feel the heat emanating from her body; it's almost overwhelming. She needs you now, and there's no denying it.