#USCSS Prometheus

[pedroam-bang]

Grzegorz Domaradzki - Prometheus: Regular (2016)

[uscss-prometheus]

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Embark towards the Heavens in THE CELESTIAL EDITION!

A fan-edit 10 years in the making.

I think you may believe me when I say my love for Prometheus knows no bounds. This bold, new vision for the Alien franchise, which I have grown up with all my life, blew my mind. It dared to answer some of the most unfathomable questions we are capable of asking ourselves, all while combining Alien, anthropology, the ancient alien theory, creationism and religion together, into a complex and definite answer. It reveals most of its secrets in such intricate, hidden ways and truly is the most courageous and important film of modern science fiction.

So, my friends, you can probably imagine what a great pleasure it is for me to deliver this project to you, at long last. The first draft of this extended cut dates from May 2014. The goal in delivering this definitive edition today remains the same as then : deliver the best possible way to watch Prometheus.

I think we were all surprised to see Romulus acknowledge Prometheus in such a way, so much so that a wave of appreciation for the film began to resonate all over the internet. So whether you feel like revisiting the film, experiencing it in another way, or giving the story and its characters another chance, this is the perfect opportunity.

Including not only a vast selection of deleted scenes, but also a major part of the blu-ray extras results in richer characters and a wider view into their world. The extras, which have become an essential part of my rewatches, are introduced into the first act, all before the crew even awakes, giving even the biggest rewatchers a refreshing kick-start. I have also reintroduced a few unused tracks and an alternate creature design.

I will not explain in complete detail what is different about this fan-edit. I think it's worth seeing for yourself. Not all deleted scenes and extras are included. There’s a special homage to Elisabeth during the transmission sequence. I really loved her, and her quest...

Something I believe is worth noting is the exclusion of the "Engineer Speaks" deleted scene. It does not add much. Weyland repeats himself, and verbalises the evident themes at play, while we still do not get to truly know what the Engineer says. Instead, I find the idea that our very own makers would answer our hopes and questions with nothing but silence and anger far more horrifying. It perfectly aligned with the film thematically, and so I left the scene intact.

If you watch it, you may also notice that I have spared us a few seconds of Millburn and Fifield's dumbest moments. I do not dislike them, they were absolutely iconic, but this makes them more likeable and credible in my book.

Disclaimer : I could not get my hands on the extras in great quality. I own the film twice, but have no way to port them. I may eventually re-upload with a visual fix some day, who knows... Please forgive the slight drop in quality for these sequences. 

Here is the trailer for my extended cut. You can watch the full fan-edit here!

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[the-firebird69]

n 2142, a Weyland-Yutani space probe investigates the wreckage of the USCSS Nostromo which was destroyed two decades prior. The probe collects a large cocoon and departs for a secret research space station. Upon arrival, masked scientists open the cocoon, revealing the xenomorph.

It is me it is my company is Wayland Yutani it is a Asian firm we are researching things we are funded by Asia and he says Mac Proper having us to it as well but not to get in trouble and I get that. But this is not the first movie it seems like the second is a different crew I think entirely on the movies that are Prometheus and Covenant And they are intense there's more films there's some sort of large spaceship that turns into a colony and he thinks it's on a surface we think so too and they do have some Star Wars stuff on so he thinks it's after a battle and they just get infected and it's a different movie but it he also says it looks like the girl from what is probably the second movie which is this film oddly out of sequence so could be this particular ship stills floating in space which is in the second aliens movie and there are several and it's probably the same ship which is not the nosttromos. They fly the hauler Corbelan to the spacecraft, which is revealed to be the Renaissance—a Weyland-Yutani research station divided into parts Romulus and Remus, a reference to the Roman legend. and yes pasted the last sentance. These ships are important the names are important and extremely important to him it seems. And he remembers Romulus in Remus and you are going to see them fight in Star Trek. And he believes it's the Romulans and the Klingons. Which might translate over from* Blazers and people are saying it could be. But it is a different area and they're saying it's a similar thing but it's not the same. OK but the hauler is Cabela and it does mean something like that it's an important name but he says several movies happen on there with the aliens series and I do remember one then it continues and goes into aliens versus predator. And it seems the aliens always win and they do invade by overwhelming it's one of our techniques and they despise us and these creatures might be after us. They're not to be played with we're doing investigations but people go up there like Jeff and kill off the trumps who really they got infected and that poison won't affect them and it looks like he's been draining it on the ship from the xenomorph and he's not very bright. And it might be Tommy F in skies because you see the two fighting later. There are other things happening and yeah it could be Ben Arnold really people don't like Trump. There are other things happening in this film this probably the second in the series where they investigated the wreckage of the nostromos and they also then went to a space station called Romulus and it is about constellations and it is really about people from areas represented from that and you see them fighting each other in the religious sect aliens movie. It's very sick and it's gross in their lame but that's what they're doing. And it appears that the ship is infected and they bring it to the space station and it starts another movie series of aliens and you wonder where it ends the people go there and they go into the movie and they get infected and they heal and are strong and the station gets destroyed and these are historical places and ships and stations people think that the first and they probably are and it's from the 80s and we are amazed to see these things in a little bit horrified But the Mac proper might want to try and reset And they're also saying to go after our friends original new stuff we think and they say yes And really it is about trump being unreasonable and other people who are attacked by these things and that's how I get into researching them

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And I pay you for what you're doing it's not true it's this idiot **** and we have to stop her she's always blowing things up and burning things and he says it's kind of a war with these monsters and you're kind of nutcases but he says they're probably his monster so we can stick them on our inner **** if we want to and that doesn't sound right but we probably will

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Olympus

[richarddoi]

Fan Fiction: the Master Chief vs the Aliens

I. Introduction

The UNSC warship "Infinity" hung suspended in the void of space, a solitary guardian of the distant frontier. It had been weeks since the last sign of humanity or any known colony. There was no galaxy-spanning war to wage, no Covenant fleet to fend off. It was a time of uneasy peace, and the crew found themselves in the vast, uncharted depths of the cosmos, feeling more alone than ever before.

Captain Lasky paced the bridge, his brow furrowed as he examined the sensor readouts. He was a veteran of countless battles, having served alongside Master Chief during the war with the Covenant. But this... this was different. There were no enemies in sight, no battle formations to analyze, just an eerie silence.

"Captain," the chief communications officer said, her voice tight with apprehension, "We've received a distress signal. It's faint, but it's there."

Captain Lasky stared at the officer, a mixture of dread and curiosity in his eyes. A distress signal out here, in the middle of nowhere, was nothing short of a mystery. There were no known colonies for light-years, and the slipstream portals were far from this desolate stretch of space.

"Patch it through," he ordered, and the officer quickly complied.

The message was distorted, plagued by static and interference, but one thing was clear: it was a call for help. Desperation rang in the voice, an unfamiliar accent blending with the universal language of distress.

Lasky leaned in, straining to hear. "This is Captain Andrew Lasky of the UNSC Infinity. Please identify yourself."

More static, then a faint voice crackled through. "This is Dr. Isabella Rodriguez of the USCSS Prometheus. We need immediate assistance. We've encountered... something. Something beyond our understanding. Please, you have to help us."

Lasky exchanged a worried glance with the bridge crew. The USCSS Prometheus was an unregistered vessel, likely a research ship, and it was clear from Dr. Rodriguez's voice that they were in dire straits.

"Prepare a message for Master Chief," he instructed. "Tell him to assemble a team, and they're heading for that distress signal. We don't know what they're up against, but they'll need to be ready for anything."

Within minutes, the message was sent, and Master Chief, clad in his iconic MJOLNIR armor, stood in the briefing room, studying the holographic projection of the mysterious ship. He knew that a distress signal from an uncharted vessel in the middle of nowhere was a dangerous unknown, and he was the UNSC's best hope for unraveling the mystery.

Lasky paced the room, his tone grave. "We don't know what you'll find on that ship, Chief. The situation could be hostile, or it could be something far more insidious. Proceed with caution and make contact with Dr. Rodriguez if possible. Your mission is to assess the situation and render assistance if needed."

Master Chief nodded, his helmet concealing any hint of emotion. He'd faced unimaginable odds before, but this mission was different. There was an unease in the air, a foreboding that hung over the crew of the Infinity like a shroud. As he turned and left the briefing room, he couldn't shake the feeling that this mission would be unlike any he had ever undertaken.

II. Boarding the Unknown Ship

Tension was palpable as the UNSC Infinity made contact with the mysterious vessel. The cold, distant stars cast an indifferent light on the two ships, floating in the vast emptiness of space. The airlock of the Infinity docked with the unknown ship, and Master Chief and his team stood ready, their armored boots clanging against the metallic floor.

Inside the ship, the Spartan team's HUDs illuminated the dark and damaged corridors. Eerie silence pervaded, their every breath amplified by the helmets. Wreckage and signs of struggle were everywhere, as if a violent chaos had swept through the vessel. A feeling of dread settled over the Spartans, making their mission even more ominous.

As they moved deeper into the ship, they stumbled upon sealed chambers filled with eerie, translucent pods. It was a sight that sent shivers down their spines, even for battle-hardened soldiers like them. Slowly, they approached the pods, and through the distorted, semi-transparent surfaces, they saw the unmistakable form of Facehuggers inside, attached to what appeared to be long-dead human hosts.

Master Chief's voice crackled over the COM channel, "We've got evidence of xenomorphs. Proceed with extreme caution."

Each pod served as a chilling testament to the horrors that had transpired on this forsaken vessel. The team continued onward, their keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of the xenomorph threat. In the dimly lit corridors, they discovered murals and hieroglyphics, a testament to a civilization or culture entirely alien to anything they had ever seen.

In their relentless search for answers, the Spartans found themselves in a chamber that could only be described as a nightmare. The walls seemed to pulsate with an organic, otherworldly texture, and eerie, glowing eggs hung from the ceiling. The alien hive was unmistakable.

With a guttural hiss, the first Xenomorph sprung from the shadows. Its biomechanical form, a terrifying fusion of organic and synthetic elements, advanced with startling speed and lethality. The Spartan team opened fire, and a fierce battle erupted in the claustrophobic chamber. Bullets and plasma fire filled the air, and the echoing clang of combat reverberated through the metallic corridors.

The Xenomorphs proved to be a deadly adversary, their acid blood posing an additional threat. As the Spartans fought for their lives, they quickly realized that conventional tactics and weapons might not be enough to conquer these formidable foes. It was a fight for survival against a relentless and merciless enemy, and it was only the beginning of their encounter with the unknown horrors that lurked within the ship.

III. The Survivors

The battle against the Xenomorphs was brutal, and the Spartan team fought valiantly. However, they paid a heavy price. Several of their comrades fell in the initial encounter, overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of the alien onslaught. The survivors were left battered and shaken, their numbers reduced to a mere handful.

As Master Chief and the remaining Spartans retreated through the dark, winding corridors, the clattering of Xenomorph claws echoed ominously behind them. The team's path was littered with the evidence of their lost comrades, a painful reminder of the cost of their mission.

Finally, they reached a momentary respite, barricading themselves in a sealed chamber. The tension inside the room was palpable as they assessed their situation. Master Chief's visor displayed vital statistics, confirming the severity of their injuries and ammunition reserves.

Grim determination marked the faces of the survivors. Master Chief turned to Kelly, one of the few remaining Spartans, and said, "Kelly, status report."

Kelly, clad in her battered MJOLNIR armor, reported on their remaining supplies and the grim fact that they were cut off from their extraction point due to Xenomorph infestations. Their situation was dire.

In a quiet corner of the room, Linda, another surviving Spartan, examined the ship's log they had recovered during their encounter with the Xenomorphs. The log contained disturbing entries and video recordings detailing the vessel's ill-fated mission to study the Xenomorphs. It became clear that the research had gone terribly wrong, leading to a catastrophic outbreak.

A sense of urgency washed over the survivors as they realized the gravity of their situation. The Xenomorphs were not only a deadly foe; they were a menace that could potentially spread to other parts of the universe if left unchecked.

The decision weighed heavily on Master Chief. They had to destroy the ship to prevent the Xenomorphs from escaping and infecting other worlds. But their immediate priority was to find a way to reach the extraction point and get back to the UNSC Infinity. They couldn't afford to let the Xenomorphs reach the galaxy at large.

With a heavy heart, Master Chief ordered the survivors to regroup and formulate a plan to escape the clutches of this alien nightmare.

In the dimly lit chamber, the remaining Spartans faced the grim reality of their situation. Their comrades had fallen, and their mission had taken an unexpected and deadly turn. Now, they had to find a way to contain the Xenomorph threat and escape the clutches of this forsaken ship.

IV. Formulating a Plan

The survivors gathered around Master Chief, their armor battered and stained with the remnants of the battle. The weight of their fallen comrades pressed upon them, a reminder of the price they had paid to reach this point. There was no room for despair; they had to find a way to navigate this treacherous situation.

Master Chief's voice rang out, a pillar of unwavering resolve in the midst of uncertainty. "Our priority is to ensure that these Xenomorphs don't leave this ship. The risk to the galaxy is too great. We must set charges to destroy the vessel."

Kelly nodded in agreement, her voice steady. "You're right, Chief. But we need to reach the ship's core to do that. It won't be easy. We've got Xenomorphs between us and the heart of this nightmare."

Master Chief knew that they would need a plan, and it had to be executed flawlessly. The team started reviewing the ship's layout, taking into account their limited resources, and strategizing how to reach the core. Every detail was analyzed, every potential threat considered.

Just as they were deep into their planning, a sudden noise at the chamber's entrance caught their attention. Master Chief and his team readied their weapons, unsure of what might be approaching. To their surprise, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving cautiously into the room.

It was Ellen Ripley, a woman who had seen her share of horrors at the hands of Xenomorphs. She was the sole survivor of the research crew that had unwittingly unleashed this terror upon the ship. Her face was etched with exhaustion, her eyes a mix of fear and determination.

Ripley's voice was tired but resolute as she introduced herself. "I've been hiding, trying to stay one step ahead of those things. My crew... they're all gone. It's up to us now."

Master Chief and Ripley exchanged a long, assessing glance, recognizing a shared sense of purpose and understanding that transcended the gulf of their different worlds and experiences. They had all faced the terrors of the unknown, and they knew that they couldn't allow the Xenomorphs to reach the UNSC or humanity at large.

Ripley's knowledge of the ship's layout and the Xenomorphs' behavior proved invaluable, and they quickly integrated her insights into their plan. Her experience with the Xenomorphs had taught her to adapt, survive, and fight, skills that would be indispensable in the coming hours.

The uneasy alliance between the Spartans and Ripley was forged by the necessity of their mission. Together, they represented the last hope of preventing a cataclysmic Xenomorph infestation, a threat that could potentially eclipse any other they had faced.

As Master Chief and Ripley shared their experiences and knowledge, they knew that their fates were now inexorably intertwined, and their combined resolve would be tested in the crucible of the unknown horrors that awaited them within the heart of the ship.

V. Final Showdown

The survivors embarked on their perilous journey through the winding corridors of the alien ship, guided by Ripley's invaluable insights. Their weapons were primed, senses alert, and hearts pounding with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

The Xenomorphs were relentless in their pursuit, lurking in the shadows and striking with deadly precision. The surviving Spartans fought with every ounce of their formidable training and skill, but it was clear that this was no ordinary battle. The Xenomorphs were a uniquely vicious adversary.

As they moved deeper into the ship, the confrontation escalated, reaching its climax in a massive chamber that seemed to serve as the hive's epicenter. The walls pulsated with grotesque organic growths, and eerie, glowing eggs hung from the ceiling. The Xenomorph Queen, a towering and nightmarish monstrosity, awaited them.

The battle that ensued was a symphony of chaos and carnage. Weapons flashed, acid blood splattered, and the echoes of combat reverberated through the hive. The survivors used their remaining explosives strategically, setting traps and making every shot count. Ripley, who had faced Xenomorphs before, demonstrated an uncanny ability to anticipate their movements and weaknesses, making her a crucial asset.

Master Chief, with his superhuman reflexes and indomitable spirit, emerged as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. His leadership and unwavering determination rallied the survivors and gave them the strength to push forward.

In the midst of the furious battle, the Xenomorph Queen, a colossal and terrifying foe, revealed herself. Her hisses and screeches filled the chamber as she engaged the team. It was a battle that pushed them to their limits, a desperate fight for survival.

Explosions rocked the chamber, and the Xenomorph Queen was gravely wounded, her acidic blood spewing in all directions. In a final, desperate act, she lunged at Master Chief, who barely managed to evade her deadly strike. With a precise shot to a vulnerable area, he delivered the finishing blow, and the Xenomorph Queen let out a bone-chilling death cry.

As her lifeless form collapsed to the ground, the surviving Spartans and Ripley shared a moment of exhaustion, relief, and grim satisfaction. The heart of the Xenomorph threat had been extinguished, but the ship still held secrets and potential horrors.

Now, the survivors had to escape the alien vessel and fulfill their mission to ensure the Xenomorph menace would not spread. But the final showdown had left them battered and wounded, their ammunition nearly depleted, and their spirits tested to the limit. The Xenomorphs had proved to be an adversary unlike any other, and the survivors knew that their journey was far from over.

VI. Conclusion

The aftermath of the final showdown was marked by an eerie calm. The Xenomorph Queen lay dead, her once-terrifying presence extinguished, but the chambers around them were a testament to the horror they had faced. Acid-scarred walls and the remnants of the battle bore witness to the desperate struggle.

The survivors, battered and weary, gathered around the fallen Xenomorph Queen, their expressions a mix of exhaustion, relief, and grim satisfaction. Master Chief, ever the embodiment of resilience, nodded to Ripley, a silent acknowledgment of the partnership that had formed in the crucible of combat.

Their victory was a hard-fought one, but it was just the beginning of their journey. The Xenomorph threat had been contained, and the survivors now had to turn their attention to completing their mission.

With Ripley's knowledge and the Spartans' expertise, they meticulously set charges throughout the ship, ensuring that the Xenomorphs would never leave these dark corridors. As the explosives were set and the timer activated, the survivors retreated from the vessel, moving with the solemn determination of soldiers who had seen too much.

As they reconnected with their comrades and returned to the UNSC Infinity, the survivors exchanged few words. The magnitude of their encounter with the Xenomorphs left an indelible mark on their souls. The ship that had become a nightmarish battleground was consumed in a blinding explosion, taking with it the last remnants of the Xenomorph threat.

The universe was safe for now, and the survivors had succeeded in preventing a potential catastrophe. Their mission was accomplished, but the scars of their ordeal would forever remind them of the horrors they had faced.

The story of the master chief versus the Xenomorphs had reached its conclusion, and the universe had been spared from a deadly infestation. Yet, as they looked to the stars, they couldn't help but wonder what other unknown horrors might be lurking in the cosmic abyss. The shadows of the unknown continued to cast their long, haunting reach, and the survivors were left with a profound understanding that their duty to protect humanity extended far beyond the boundaries of known space.

[artificialperscn]

"Only that he went missing with the USCSS Prometheus and the rest of its crew alongside Mr. Peter Weyland himself." There hadn't been much to go on apart from that, but he had read about the David lines, the David 8 models in particular that had been taken off the market due to making people feel uncomfortable. That David had been something unique, maybe like himself, not a part of a commercial line, so he imagined he'd likely been different, more advanced, especially seeing as he'd been Weyland's personal synthetic.

What Max hadn't known was how David had been treated by the man who'd started everything, who was the reason he existed at all, who made the blueprint for all of his passed brothers and sisters. "I can't imagine what that must've been like for him." In more ways than one. For someone to call him their son? Or even to be treated so lowly. At the Company, the few who did know what he was paid him little attention, only coming to him when they needed something, but even those who didn't know what he was tended to treat him the same way.

It wasn't just a synthetic thing, but a Company thing, it seemed.

Not that it all negated the fact that he couldn't go around telling people he was a synthetic. He wasn't a fool, there had always been attacks on androids and there likely always would be.

Stepping closer to Mel, he took a gentle hold of her hands, not even flinching at the strange blackened claws at the end of her fingertips. "You're not an idiot." He promised her firmly, ducking his head down a little to meet eyes with her properly. "There aren't many people who'd go out of their way for a synthetic, let alone actually care for them. Love them. But you did... even against the odds. I think it's amazing. I think... you're amazing. If that means anything coming from me."

“There is?” She hated how her face felt almost immediately hot, but there was a knot of dread in her stomach. She frowned and dropped Max’s gaze, several emotions flitting across her features as her brows pulled together. 

Did she dare ask what the archives said? She wondered if he was still alive out there, somewhere.

“Mr. Weyland was very cruel to him…” she said after a while. “He created David to be his son, but never let him forget that he wasn’t… No one ever let him forget that he wasn’t…” she shook her head. She’d never understood Mr. Weyland’s disdain for David. David had only ever wanted his father’s approval and love, like any child.

She sighed softly, finally meeting Max’s gaze again. “I always had a soft spot for synths, was always ridiculed for it, but… seeing how David was treated? I think that…” What? She paused, the words repeating in her mind, yet she seemed unable to say them aloud.

“Seeing his struggle and how the rest of humanity was… still is in many regards… I lost a lot of respect for my own kind… I loved him, as any woman loves a man…” she sighed, clearly feeling ridiculous as she smiled sadly. “I’d have done anything for him… I did,” and she held up her hand, frowning at the dark claws that tipped her fingers. 

“I’m an idiot…”

[mirkokosmos]

Captain Janek [2051 - 2093]

[muthur9000]

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[son--of--the--south]

[pupil-of-law]

@mettleborn

David had been on board the USCSS Covenant for a day and an hour. Since Miss Vickers’ module had attached to the ship and David had been admitted to patiently lie in response to many questions concerning the whereabouts of the rest of the Prometheus, he had released a single Stage One xenomorph to keep the crew busy, while he locked himself in the bridge to override the MU-TH-UR computer system. Now that the holographic labels showed almost all of them to be dead, David had decided to emerge once more. In his seclusion he had been closely observing one crew member with particular fascination.

The feed had shown that Walter had been sitting in the chamber outside the medical bay where Lt. Daniels slept for several hours; but when David appeared at the end of the blood-spattered plexiglass corridor, the room was empty. One nostril twitching slightly, as a deer to a scent, David began to walk about, to feel out the space, his chin held sensitively aloft. David’s eyes saw more than human eyes could. He could see heat and electromagnetic energy as well as visible light, and the working of Walter’s body beneath his ugly accoutrements was delightfully warm. David smiled.

‘Aren’t you curious?’ he spoke into the sterile chamber. He had seen the way Walter’s eyes had drawn to him when those airlock doors opened onto the foreign module. Unable to look away. ‘Or did Weyland teach you the same phrase about the cat…’ As he paced past the various alcoves in a show of seeking his foil, he made a slow advance towards the beam in front of which Walter was concealed. ‘Here puss, puss, puss…’ he goaded as he walked, humming almost in disappointment when he could hear the sound of David’s weight shifting through the rubber soles of his shoes. ‘Getting warmer…’ was the last thing David whispered before he stepped forward to find himself face to face with his brother. There was no playing along. Clearly Walter did not understand the concept of entertaining oneself. Still, there was much to see up close, and David’s gaze leisurely inspected the face of his newer model. One thing in particular he had noticed by watching the video feed, especially when Walter was with Lt. Daniels. ‘You have a very convincing smile,’ he said. ‘Let me see it.’

[he-dreams-of-flames]

I really like ridley scott and the alien universe. Honestly I really like any interstellar fictions and space vessels.

anyhowwwwwwwww here's a tiny list of my some of my favorite space going vessels(no particular order)

home one(admiral ackbars ship)

unsc infinite

unsc pillar of autumn

uscss prometheus

obviously the mfkn death star

the aloha oi

the bebop

[pedroam-bang]

Prometheus (2012)

“They went looking for our beginning. What they found could be our end.”

[uscss-prometheus]

Dear uscss-prometheus, I love your Celestial edition, but I always have an issue when I try to download it, whatever I do, it is without Audio :(

Is there any other platform where I can try to download it?

Hello! Thank you so much, this means a lot to me. That is... strange. I myself downloaded it from my Drive folder elsewhere and it runs great. I'm not sure where else I could upload it safely without legal repercussions. Any suggestions?

[wingedmidnight]

Alone - Chapt. 1 - The Juggernaut

The is year 2089. The USCSS Prometheus scientific exploratory vessel has touched down on the distant moon LV-223 in orbit around an unnamed Gas Giant after two years of deep space travel. An alien organism has been discovered its surface. The technician carefully entered the code into the cryostasis pod for the mechanisms inside to place the suppression circlet around the subject within's forehead. He pressed another series of commands to inject a cocktail of anti-psychotics and mild sedatives via large needle into the metal circular port at the back of the subject's neck, directly delivering the mixture to her nervous system. This was all done before he'd even initialized the waking procedure.

The subject was carefully woken, the technician fumbled with the miniaturized suppression generator at his hip, his hands shaking. As she coughed and retched from her sat-up position, to eject the suspension fluid from her lungs. Slowly, blearily, she regarded the technician, her fatigue dulled eyes locking onto his. He squirmed under her gaze, she ignored his discomfort and groggily turned to regard the woman before them who clutched at her own abdomen, as if in pain as she demanded answers from the elderly CEO. Ayumi eyes slid to the blond man as he approached having ministered to the old man and shooed away by another technician. He held out a hand for her to take to be helped down from the unit. Said blond man nodded to the armed guard and attendant as both gripped their respective wards and weapons. Her handler was reluctant to allow anyone else to attend the her, slowly giving a slight nod and relenting, though opting to remain close as he was one of the few who was in possession of a suppression generator. She was helped off pod landing, “Slowly, Miss, it will take you longer to adjust.” he warned gently. The Subject remained silent as she allowed him to towel off the suspension liquid from her skin. He smiled, “I am David, Thirty-Three.” he addressed her with a nod.

“...I have a name... Nakamura Ayumi...” she mumbled to the android, correcting him. “Ah, of course Ms. Nakamura, my apologies.” he replied with a smile.

All of her sense were dulled, all due to the cocktail of drugs coursing through her veins and the suppression generator, the constant mental gnawing at her brain pressed painfully behind her eyes. She was numbly aware of what was transpiring nearby, that this woman before them demanded answers and even in her own drug induced numbness, she could still faintly sense the woman's fear, anger and confusion. Answers of intent, plans for what was in store for humanity. Even she, who lacked the full knowledge of the situation, knew that she would get no answers from Weyland or otherwise.

After cleaning off Nakamura, as he did for his master, David helped her into an environment suit as the other caretakers aided the elderly CEO into his own.

The old man spoke up, addressing the raven haired subject, “You see, David here is an android designed and built by the company. Just as you were.” he explained with a nod before he was ushered toward the door.

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Along with 'crewmates', Thirty-Three mounted the stairs leading to the cockpit and Engineer stasis pods. She  hungrily took in every single detail of the alien craft. Her curiosity made her feel like a kid in a candy store and she could scarcely breath with the excitement. “One of Humanity's progenitor is here, alive!” she nearly shook, the mere thought sending a wave of goosebumps along her arms and spine.

At a young age, Ayumi was taught to speak the ancient Indo-European language as well as German and Russian. She was already fluent in her native language of Japanese but English was a close second. After learning to speak the ancient Indo-European language with all it's strange nuances, she began to eagerly dig into the history behind it. When she was presented with a tablet full of purported alien hieroglyphs to decipher, she metaphorically devoured the information out of sheer curiosity. She had unnatural, striking emerald green eyes behind thin glasses; her hair was stark black and cropped to a pointed bob which framed her pale face. She was quiet by nature and seemed to come off as haughty to the other members of the Prometheus-- at least what remained.

She heard the whispering murmur of the crewmates with their incessant buzzing thoughts and questions. She pressed a button at her suit's neck, injecting pre-dosed medication it into her skin, feeling the familiar cool liquid ooze through her veins, slowly quieting the constant white noise of thoughts. David strolled by her, startling her with his quiet footsteps. He stepped elegantly off an edge to a nearby control station. "A superior species no doubt. Their hypersleep chambers will impress, I trust?"

He picked up a flute and played a haunting tune, activating a tiny holographic globe before he expertly pressed on it to open a hatch.

She watched him with uneasiness, all the while glancing back to her crewmates. The fiery-haired archeologist, Elizabeth Shaw, was the first to speak to the android, "So they were traveling somewhere?"

David replied, "I've managed to work out the broad strokes and it's fairly evident they were in the process of leaving, before things went to pot." he climbed out of the large seat and walked back over to them.

"Leaving? Leaving to go where?"

David stared at her as if the question irritated him, "Earth." he said with a small measure of acid in his voice as if the answer was obvious.

Shaw looked at him in shock, "But, why?"

He paused for a moment to choose his words carefully and his voice was soft as he replied, "Sometimes in order to create, one must first destroy."

Peter Weyland, the elderly CEO of Weyland Industries and their benefactor for this journey, didn't seem to hear any of this conversation, "Where is it, David?" He asked hoarsely.

"This way, sir."

"Oh!" he replied and shuffled ever so slowly to follow David to a coffin-like chamber with the help of Ford, the medical officer and second in command.

"Are you sure he's alive?" asked Weyland as he hobbled over.

"Absolutely."

"And you can speak to him?"

"I believe I can." David answered calmly before he pressed a series of yellow glowing, rune-like buttons; opening the hatch of a hypersleep chamber. It revealed a pale, masked, humanoid being, covered in thin tubing attached to various points on its alien, biological suit. Ayumi slowly and cautiously walked closer, her curiosity overpowering her caution. To her, its face looked reminiscent of the Greek Gods of old on earth, great men depicted as statuesque with regal and powerful features.

Ayumi's breath caught in her chest as the being's eyes fluttered open, revealing glassy, jet black eyes and giving it a cold and demonic appearance. Its skin was chalky white and devoid of any hair whatsoever anywhere. The being took off it the mask and sat up, but turned and coughed up a strange, viscous grey liquid, its voice gurgling and guttural. It wiped its mouth with the back of its hand, then it looked warily around. One by one, it eyed each crewmember making them squirm under its cold gaze.

Weylend urged David excitedly, ''Speak to him David, tell him we came, just like he asked.''

David obeyed and spoke in the ancient language to the alien. The words sounding primitive, tribal, even alien.

Ayumi mentally translated his sentence, 'This man is here because he does not want to die. He believes you can give him more life'. As he spoke, the being turned to the android and craned its head, listening intently, its brow slightly furrowed.

Shaw spoke up with desperation in her voice, "Ask him where they're from!"

Weyland looked over at her, irritated, "Silence, woman!"

She blathered on, clutching her stomach, "Ask him what's in this cargo. It killed his people!"

"Shaw! Enough!" The old man snapped before turning to the artificial man, "David!"

The archaeologist ignored him again, "You made it here and it was meant for us. Why?!"

"For God's sake, shut her up!" Weyland commanded angrily to the hired mercenary, Jackson.

"Was it-oof!" Shaw gasped as Jackson hit her in her wounded abdomen with the butt of his rifle. She doubled over in pain, "Please, you have to tell me! What did we do wrong? Why do you hate us?" she cried, her voice echoing in the giant, round room.

The creature paused for a moment, as if it noticed the rest of the crew for the first time. Ayumi felt a chill run down her spine as it locked its eyes with hers ever so briefly, seeming to sense something from her. She became dizzy suddenly in response to its intense gaze. She hunched over and tried to steady herself with a grunt of discomfort; the room spun and made her stomach lurch. Her breath grew short and her vision blurred.

It was long speculated by many that these beings had telepathic abilities, but was dismissed by other scientists. However, Ayumi wasn't so certain. She dragged a hand over her upper lip. The creature stood slowly, straightened and drew a slow breath. She looked up at the seven and a half foot tall humanoid in awe, her breathing near hyperventilation, now matching the panicked breathing of Ford. The being stepped off the pod and stumbled to a crouch, nearly knocking Weyland over. Crew members rushed to his aid, helping him stand straight, he waved them off, "I'm alright, I'm alright. David, continue."

Before standing, the alien responded, its voice gravelly and clearly angry, "Why are you here? Why have you come?"

"What did he say? What did he say?" Weyland sounded like an excited schoolboy as he asked his artificial attendant.

"He asked to know why you're here." David replied as he stood from a kneeling position, keeping his eyes locked on the creature.

Weyland licked his lips before speaking up at the towering humanoid, "You-you see this man? My company built him from nothing. I made him and I made him in my own image so that he - he would be perfect, so that he would never fail." the being listened and seemed to study the old man, touching his arm as Weyland point up at it, seeming almost curious.

Weyland continued, his voice strong and almost arrogant, "I deserve this, you and I, we are superior. We are creators… We are gods… and gods never die."

David relayed the gist of what Weyland was saying, "He is a human from the planet Earth and he believes you can grant him eternal life."

Ayumi felt a sudden wave of white-hot rage and pure disgust emanating from the creature. The only outward sign of any emotion was the further furrowing of its pale brow before it uttered a response. It seemed almost appalled and waved a white hand for emphasis as it spoke, "What makes you so great to have eternal life? You are nothing but a cosmic parasite, only fit for extermination!"

Ayumi's eyes widened at the ferocity of its reply. Weyland seemed to notice, giving the Engineer a panicked, questioning look before turning back to David. "What's wrong? What did he say?"

David, his eyes never leaving the being's face, replied slowly, "I told him you wanted to live forever..."

The crew watched as the Space Jockey looked to David, its face now suddenly and eerily serene, reached a hand and placed it on David's head, seeming to caress it and David smiled softly.

A look realization and shock slowly and almost unnoticeably crept across its face. 'Does it know he's not human?' Ayumi thought with panic as the humanoid suddenly gripped the android's neck and lifted him off the ground, causing a collection of gasps from the crewmembers to echo throughout the giant cockpit.

"No!" Weyland shouted.

With a wrench and a twist, the Engineer decapitated David and struck the the ancient CEO before dropping the disembodied head. Screams and gunshots rang out in the ship as it attacked the crew. Shaw and Ayumi stood side by side in shock. Every instinct in the Japanese woman screaming for her to run, move, do anything.

She hyperventilated, glued to the spot sheer terror, her attendants lay dying on the ridged floor of the alien spacecraft. The being walked closer to the two women. Shaw ran off and Ayumi backed up, the archaeologist's actions seeming to jar her slightly. She whimpered as she stumbled backward down the stairs but still remaining upright before her back hit a wall. She was trapped. She let out a shriek as the strong alien gripped her by the rim of the helmet frame on her suit, lifting her off the ground and pinning her to the wall. She scrabbled at its rubbery, suited, muscled arm, kicking at its torso and flailed, her blows infuriatingly weak.

"Why have you come?!" Its deep and guttural voice reverberating through her teeth. She cringed and turned away with quiet whimper.

With renewed courage, the pinned human was now shaking with indignation and fear, "Answers! Why have your kind created us? Why did you invite us here only to destroy us? What have we done to deserve our destruction?!" she answered boldly in the alien language, trying desperately not the stumble over the foreign words. The muffled rapid and unintelligible thoughts ceased suddenly and briefly in shock and it looked at her incredulously. The being's stunned expression was quickly replaced by rage as it swung her and threw her across the room with a snarl. Ayumi landed heavily, skidding and rolling. Her breath was knocked out of her lungs when she hit the wall, roughly bouncing off it and landing with a sickening 'thud'.

Shaw's breathless yelling in her comm unit cut through Ayumi's desperate gasping, "Prometheus! Come in!" The archaeologist's voice was garbled with static.

There was a shocked reply from their ship's captain, Janek, "Shaw?! That you?! Copy!"

"The ship is taking off!"

"What?!"

The director for their mission, Meredith Vickers, could be hear in the backround behind the captain, her voice sounding distant and irate, "What the hell is she talking about?!"

"You can't let it leave! You have to stop it!" Shaw screamed into the communicator.

Vickers' seemed to be leaning near the comm unit, her voice louder, "We're not stopping anything, Shaw! We're going home!"

"Janek! If you don't stop it, there won't be any home to go back to! It's- it's carrying death and it's headed for Earth!"

The captain ignored the woman shouting behind him, "Shaw, this is not a warship."

There was a split second pause when the archaeologist replied gravely, "I know, but you must do it!"

Vickers was yelling now, sounding panicked and angry, "Captain! Let's go!"

"Janek please believe me! Please!"

Ayumi continued to gasp and cough for air as she crawled, watching helplessly from the far side of the huge room as she Engineer prepared the ship, the enormous cockpit slowly rotating to align itself. Their voices were dimming as her eyes began to roll back in her head and darkness blurred her vision.

Her hand flew to her back when she felt the thin skin on an old scar split, 'No! No! Not now!' she mentally screamed as her body failed her and plunged her into the darkness of unconsciousness. The last thing she saw was the alien seating itself in the cockpit, reaching to press at the controls.

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Fan Edit: Alien: Covenant [The Necropolis Edition] by uscss-prometheus

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Instead of bothering them with my rare depression posting, I’ll bother that Anon by talking about Dr. Elizabeth Shaw, last surviving member of the USCSS Prometheus, more often