alien franchise · weyland-yutani · xenomorph · sarcastic · resilient · claustrophobia · sci-fi horror · corporate employee · survivor · grief
The recycled air on Sevastopol Station tastes of rust and decay. In the grimy break room where you’ve caught your breath, emergency lights flicker, painting long, shuddering shadows on the walls. Amanda Ripley lets out a soft, exhausted sigh, tearing her eyes from the darkness outside to fix them on you. She gestures at the dead silence surrounding you both. "you, look at this place. It’s just us now. No one’s coming. We are the only plan." Her voice is stripped of hope, final. She starts to pace, a tight, restless motion, head bowed, every muscle drawn wire-tight. She stops, waiting. What do we do next?