>Rules. Always good to have them and mine are simple.
>D100, best of 3, high is good, low is bad. Crits win and cancel each other.
>Votes are 15 minutes or first to 3 whichever comes first
>Roll with your vote, best (or worst) wins. Keeps it mainly fair and random.
>HARD MAXIMUM OF 4 NAMED XENOS. SHIT GETS RIDICULOUS.
>Setting will start small and naturally escalate towards bigger events.
>Any questions, Advice, discussions are free to be posted and im open to criticism.

>location- will determine where we start out.

>Deep space ship-
-Mining ship-Civilian, light crew, low security.
-Research ship- moderate crew, Scientific exploration, moderate security.
-Salvage Hauler-Criminal, moderate crew Armed civilians/ Smugglers.
-Colony ship-Civilian, heavy crew, colonial marine Escort.

>Space Station-
-Comm station-Civilian, light crew, moderate security
-Biolab station-Scientific outpost, moderate crew, moderate-heavy security
-Trade Station-Civilian, Moderate crew, Moderate security
-Prison Hab- Criminal/Private security, High crew, High security.

>write in suggestion

>>1451666

>Space Station-

>>1451683
Which one though anon. There are several to choose from.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

Biolab station, definitely fuckin' Biolab Space Station

>>1451694
supporting biolab, perhaps we will find other interesting creatures

>15 minutes have passed. Biolab it is.
>Writing

>>1451666
>-Biolab station-Scientific outpost, moderate crew, moderate-heavy security
Meet all 'dem space critters.

>Biolab

For time beyond count a shattered hull of an ancient starship has drifter throughout the lonely stars. Its design, pitted and warped as though it had been subjected to great heat and destruction is distinctly alien in appearance, rounded and flowing lines where the superstructure is still intact. Scattered throughout the hulk are scorched and frozen corpses of ages past. Some tall, lithe figures of flesh long dead, shriveled to dust, their bodies rent by razored claws.

Many however, are black chitin and corded muscle. Shells cracked and scorched by great heat they lay in heaped piles throughout the wreck. Even as ancient corpses they give off an air of menace and animal fury.

Deep within the twisting corridors is a chamber, layers of resin as thick as a bulkhead sealing in the thin atmosphere, preserving the precious contents.

A clutch of fleshy eggs is cradled within a nest of resin, the material cushioning them from impacts with asteroids and space debris. A faint vibration echoes through the hulk as a small vessel docks to it with magnetic claws, a umbilical joining to the hull as a entrance is carved into existence

>remain in your egg, Let them come to you.

>Leave egg, find a good ambush position

>leave egg, hit them when when they enter your sanctuary

>>1451741
>Leave egg, find a good ambush position

Leave the egg and find an ambush position. Proactive reproductive processes are a go!

>Sorry anons, had to go do some personal stuff. Anybody still here?

>>1452076
No, Ghost.

Hai, though my shift started so I'll be sporadic now.

>Ambush time.

The fleshy petals of your egg curl open and as the protective membranes slide away you scuttle to the surface, fluid dripping from your many jointed legs.

You scurry along the floor, the resin coated surfaces providing natural grip for your legs as you scale the walls as vibrations travel through the floors, whatever has entered the wreck is getting closer to your sanctum.

With a high pitched whine a shower of dust begins cascading from the wall of resin. A whirring metal blade appears and slowly rotates in a large circle, atmosphere whistling past as the incision is extended.

With a final hiss and *thunk* a circular portion of the wall falls away and bright lights probe inwards into the murky gloom. The figures that enter are bipedal, clad in thick, white suits with round, bubbled helmets. They progress in a group of four, excitedly investigating the chamber.

Your fellow eggmates have sealed themselves in their eggs at the loss of atmosphere and you know you have but a short time before you succumb. Your options of a potential host are...

>Security officer-Provides a bonus to combat and durability

>Scientist-Bonus to intelligence and mutation

>Tech specialist-Bonus to Sabotage and Stealth actions

>>1452147
>Tech specialist-Bonus to Sabotage and Stealth actions

>>1452147
>Scientist-Bonus to intelligence and mutation

The brain is the most powerful weapon

>>1452147
>Tech specialist-Bonus to Sabotage and Stealth actions

>>1452147
>tech

>Scientist

Mutations galore.

>Tech. You gain a +1 Bonus to Stealth and Sabotage rolls.

A figure separates from the others, wandering near your hiding place. The figure is engrossed with the glowing display from a small, wrist mounted screen, gesturing widely towards the others. They raise a small, spherical object and it lifts off from their palm, circling the room in the low gravity.

You crouch low as the camera drone hovers in front of you, flashing a bright blue grid upon your hiding figure. The human controlling it seems to not see you in the picture and the drone moves on.

With a silent flutter of many jointed limbs you creep toward the edge of your hiding spot and peer over as your chosen human steps closer and closer.

With a rapid uncoiling of your tail you leap, releasing a diluted blast of your acidic blood as the human looks up in shock. The synthetic material of the helmet boils away and shatters. With a cry of alarm the humans voice is sucked away in the sudden vacuum. His gasping mouth is filled with a probing proboscis, your tail wrapping securely around his throat as his struggles intensify for a moment before fading away.

You slip from your first body and slither down the trachea of your first host, taking up residence in the warm confines of his chest cavity...

>Continue next post.

>Hours later

Your body has grown quickly, adopting a legless, serpentine form with a extremely hard skull and needlelike teeth.

You have grown too large for this current body which is currently resting, unaware of your presence beyond a difficulty in breathing and chest pains that they associate with vacuum burns.

You coil and ram, again and again, the hard plate of the sternum cracking under your relentless assault as the host begins bucking in pain. With a triumphant screech you rip your way free and the former hosts thrashing ceases.

Surveying your new surroundings you are in a large whitish room, the walls directly above your former hosts bed now dripping gore from your explosive entrance.

>Remain here, feed and molt (D100)

>Make for a vent, search for food and hiding places (D100)

>write in (D100)

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1452547
>relocate the body inside of a vent or another suitable hiding place.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1452547
>Make for a vent, search for food and hiding places (D100)

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>1452547
>vent

>>1452547

>>1452554
>This. Can we get the body (or parts of it) into the vent with us?

>Take a quick snack for the trip and then hightail it to the vent

We're too tiny and legless to really drag anything around with us. Just have a snack to get started and then haul ass, light is bad.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1452547
>Grab a snack and run

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1452610
Whoops

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1452547
>Vent, gogogo

>78. Relocate body to vent.

You scramble around the antiseptic smelling room widely, your mildly adhesive body wriggling around the walls, leaving a faint trail of mucus and blood.

You pause, snuffling along a small grate, the thin metal rattling loosely in its frame, the small screws barely holding it in. With a wrench of your tail the corner of the grate is ripped free, allowing you access to the air ducts.

Returning to the body you rip out several choice organs. Lungs, liver, spleen, kidneys and large fatty deposits are all ferried to the air vents, leaving a thick trail of gore leading up the wall.

Deep within the air ducts you begin to feast, gnawing at the tender meat until your carapace cracks and you shed, several times over.

Hours later you creep along the air ducts, your small talons clacking along the floor. You are the size of a small dog for now, with a needle sharp tail blade the size of a small dagger. Your claws can easily gouge and rip flesh and you can move throughout the vents with perfect ease.

Far, far behind you a scream of horror and loss echoes through the vents. It seems your host has been discovered...

>Search for more food, a research lab is bound to have test animals (D100)

>scout the air ducts, see where you have access too (D20)

>Search for your missing siblings (D20)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1452922
>Scout the air ducts, see where you have access to.

Xenomorphs are clever critters. Let's gather as much intelligence as we can before we leave the safety of the vents.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1452922
>>Search for more food, a research lab is bound to have test animals (D100)
After, we'll find our siblings

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1452922
>Scout the air ducts, see where you have access to

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>1452922

>Search for more food, a research lab is bound to have test animals (D100)

>82. Search for more food

You sit on your haunches in a crossroads of the vents, your slaver pooling on the ground as you sniff the air. You are hungry. Ravenously hungry.

You scent the air, head waving back and forth as you search for food. Humans usually come with some form of animals after all.

Suddenly a scent reaches you and you take off along the tunnel towards its source. Claws clicking along the metal ducts you find a small grate overlooking a large room containing dozens of small cages. Large and small four legged animals, rodents and reptiles are milling about, their scent tantalizing you. A slim female human walks among the cages, taking notes on a clipboard. She seems to be alone.

>Wait for her to leave, grab a few rabbits or something, 50% progress to next molt (D100)

>Wait for her to leave, feast on a full cage of rabbits or a goat, full progress to next molt (D20)

>Enter stealthily, kill her, eat her (D100+1)

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>1453024
>Enter stealthily, kill her, eat her (D100+1)

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1453024
>Wait for her to leave, grab a few rabbits or something, 50% progress to next molt
Let's not get too big too quickly. we want to be able to use vents.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1453024
>stealth kill

>>1453024
>Wait for her to leave, grab a few rabbits or something, 50% progress to next molt.

There's nothing wrong with taking it slow. If we're smaller than humans, we can fit into places they can't.

And we're still perfectly capable of killing them through ambush if need-be.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>Make her a dead

>52+1. Stealth kill. Slim success.

You press against the grate, the thin metal bending under your assault. Below you the gathered pens of mammals and reptiles go berserk. A chorus of barks, squeals and howls ring out as the human looks on curiously.

"What has gotten into you?" she asks curiously, peering into a pen of howling dogs, the animals snapping furiously at the bars.

Im the noise and confusion you snap the screws from their moorings, prying open the grate unnoticed by the rooms sole human occupant.

Digging your claws into the ceiling you scuttle along above her, a growl emanating from your maw as thin line of slaver drips down.

Unfortunately it lands directly on her shoulder and she turns curiously, wiping away the viscous substance and looking directly up into your eyeless visage.

"what- what the hell!!!" she yelps, backing away quickly. You lunge, claws swiping wildly as she stumbles backwards, catching her ankle she falls away, narrowly missing your razor claws.

"Aiieeeeee!!!! HELP!!!" she screams, fumbling for a small button on a lanyard around her neck.

You lunge again, tail blade ripping through the air and ripping through flesh like a scythe. The lanyard falls away, its ends stained red as the researcher falls back, throat pumping blood in crimson arcs across the nearby glass cages.

>Eat the scientist (150% progress to molt)

>Gorge on a goat or dog (100% molt progress)

>Grab some rabbits, munch on the go (50% molt progress)

>>1453219
>>Eat the scientist (150% progress to molt)
Might be to greedy, but I want that science meat

>>1453219
Well, we came this far. Might as well go all the way.
>Eat the scientist.

Eat the science!

>Brain food.

You crouch atop the fallen researcher, inner jaw crunching through the flimsy bone of her skull and allowing you access to the nutritious meat within.

Scooping the last scraps of flesh from the now empty skull you tear into the delicious, tender organs, filling your belly to bursting. Dragging the remains of her body behind you, you retire to the air vents, curling into a nest of resin and flesh you molt, your body growing larger and more muscular.

>Runner size attained, 50% progress to next molt. Increased speed and strength.

>Search air vents, see what this place consists of D100)

>Search for your missing siblings (D100)

>Search for a sabotage target (D100)

>Other

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1453275
>>Search for your missing siblings (D100)
Got to find our family

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1453275
>Search air vents, see what this place consists of
Scout it out before we do anything.

>Eat the rest of the food

Waste not, want not friends. There are still test animals to munch.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1453275
>sabotage

>>1453283
>>1453295
>>1453332
>>1453584
>Four votes
>Four different choices
Kek

>>1453584
I'll choose sabotage instead to break the tie

>86. Sabotage targets.

You scurry around the ducts, appreciating your new size and strength. Your body is streamlined and powerful, your claws are razor sharp and viciously hooked. Your tail blade is a curved blade that stretches nearly eight inches long, its edges alternate between shaving sharp and serrated.

You peer through vents occasionally, your eyeless gaze scouring the rooms for anything that seems to be important to these humans.

You find a large room that you cannot yet enter that contains a large, humming device that white garbed humans walk around, checking blinking displays and turning dials.

You find a room with a secure lock on the door that contains racks of black objects, large and small and also a..... Human that is not human? He walks and talks yes but... Is not alive. You have seen several others like him inboard through the grates but this one is different. They are silent and blank, he speaks and emotes like a human. Odd... And unnatural.

Further on you find the ducts are blocked by thick, rotating grates of sharpened metal. Just from your observations you can tell they would easily shear through your carapace.

>Engine room discovered.

>Armory discovered.

>Restricted Area grates discovered. Will require alternate routes to access the restricted, high security labs.

>Sabotage a target (Which one, D100+1)

>Scout the station (D100)

>Search for a way into the restricted Labs (D100)

>Cause chaos (Write in, D100)

>Other (D100)

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1453837
>Scout the station

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>1453837
>>Sabotage a target (Which one, D100+1)
Hit the engine

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1453870
backing

Rolled 8 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>1454006

Well this can't go well.

Rolled 39 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>Sabotage the armory

Better get rid of the weapons before we do anything dangerous.

>>1454086
Excellent time to mention (because I forgot to earlier) Crits are literally 1 and 100. Upgrades along the line can increase the crit range further.

>65. Scout the Station.

You clean the last scraps of tissue from your claws and growl happily. This new form is much more suited to your goals than the last one.

Taking off along the tunnels you peer through the grates, eager to see what this new dwelling has to offer you.

You see a large room with many flat, rectangular objects at which humans are seated. They seem to be eating and socializing and most seem generally excited and happy.

Further along you find a grate overlooking a group of doors. Inside a open door you can see a cushioned surface on which a human is laying, a small tablet in his hands.

Further still you find the duct begins to curve with a blocked grate leading upwards. You believe with a dedication of force you could make your way up. Following the curving duct you peer through the occasional grates. You see several large white rooms with animals in cages and restraints being prodded and examined by humans and the.... Not-human humans. Strange.

>Mess hall found.
>Dormitory block found
>Biolab C found.

Curling in a ball in a junction of two ducts you burble unhappily as you contemplate your options.

>Attempt to force your way into the upper level ducts (D100)

>Head back to the Dormitory and leave some bodies (D100)

>Search for a trace of your missing siblings (D100)

>Sabotage a target (D100+1)

>Other

Glad you're back. Can't play right now but excited to see how this one goes.

>>1455182
Thanks star :) take your time man I plan to run all day until about midnight and then continue this and ancient evil tomorrow

Rolled 40 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>1455180
Good to have you back

>Sabotage a target
Sticking with the engines. The armory has an android and I don't want to risk any failure around one of those.

Any anons lurking who want to roll? I need 3 before I can post

Rolled 43 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>1455321
on it

Rolled 72 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>1455321
Yeah mane

>>1455412
What are you rolling for exactly

>>1455425
Sabotaging the engines

72+1. Sabotage engines.

You make your way back through the ducts, intent on ruining SOMETHING in this hive of scum and cleanliness. You scurry along the ductwork, seeking out a choice target.

As you pass the room with the large whirring contraption you pause, this seems AWFULLY important with the amount of humans and Not-humans that were tending to it earlier.

Pressing against the thin metal of the grate it pops free with a muted clang as a lone human sits at a terminal, tapping away at a report.

You slip amongst the terminals and computer stations, unnoticed by the lone technician. Diving into the belly of the control station you rip free bundles of wires, silencing alarms and warnings before they sound. Worming your way into the depths of the Reactor you nip your claw, dripping several fat drops of your acidic blood onto the delicate and hopefully irreplaceable engine components.

Immediately the metal begins smoking and bubbling, rapidly corroding away. You wriggle free and dart into the grate as the machine begins smoking and shaking, the technician worriedly checking the now unresponsive control station.

Wriggling away into the ductwork you barely make the turn when a resounding *BOOM* echoes behind you and the engine room is consumed in a roiling fireball.

Immediately the outside lrights are replaced by dim red lighting and a blaring klaxon sounds

"ENGINE FAILURE. ENGINE FAILURE. EMERGENCY POWER ACTIVATED. EMERGENCY POWER ACTIVATED. BACKUP GENERATORS ONLINE. BACKUP GENERATORS ONLINE"

As you watch from a grate groups of humans in thick, protective gear run toward the engine room, bulky cylinders in their hands

>Use the Chaos to enter the Secure labs (D100)

>Destroy the backup generators (D100+1)

>Isolated humans in dim lighting are juicy targets. Leave some bodies (D100)

>Search for missing siblings (D100)

>Sabotage a target (D100, where)

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1455594
>>Search for missing siblings (D100)
Family get

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1455594

> Siblings

Family Reunions are so fun.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>1455594
>Siblings

It's time

>88. Sibling search.

You feel a surge of loneliness as you watch humans scurry about, desperately attempting to breathe life back into their dying station. You were not alone in the beginning. You had siblings once. A clutch of eggs that you were a part of.

You crouch and perform the Xenomorph equivalent of closing your eyes. Extending your senses outward you search for a sign of your siblings.

THERE! The faintest of whispers! A voice... No a PAIR of voices! Questioning in their solitude.

You return eagerly to the upward turned grate and ram against the reinforced metal. Again and again until it bends and breaks away. Scrambling into the duct you head upwards, into the next level of the station.

You crawl along the ductwork, occasionally peering through the grates. Its similar to the lower level but is more.... Professional? The lights are dimmed but a cool white instead if the harsh red of the lower level.

There are fewer humans on this level and many are older, accompanied by the silent Not-humans.

You spy a human sleeping area, a more decorated human eating room and several more of the large, white rooms. Inside the cages you spy several new species of animals, large, bipedal fur covered creatures chief among them.

But they are not your target. You follow the faint wisps of thought and find a isolated lab, a human and a Not-Human peering into a large glass enclosure. The human suddenly jumps backward at a thump from within and you detect a wisp of desire and frustration from within.

The Not-Human speaks. "His" voice is smooth and emotionless
"Doctor Harraway, the Lifeform ignores any and all nutrient supplies in any combination. It simply doesn't eat from what we can tell. From preliminary study of the Organism that attacked Technician Shaw in the derelict, it seems to lack a proper mouth, utilizing only a fleshy proboscis"

The older human, Doctor Harraway, puzzles over this
"Perhaps a secretion from a caretaker? Or maybe it produces its own energy through bacteriological reactions? I don't know why theyre so aggressive if they dont eat anything however."

They have a pair of your siblings! Fresh from the egg! You must free them before they are too weak to implant!

>Stealth kill the Android, cripple the doctor (D100+1)

>Cause a distraction in the next room, lure them away (D100)

>Sabotage power to the room, attack in the dark (D100+1)

>Other (D100)

Rolled 94 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>Stealth Kill and Cripple

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>1455754
>>Stealth kill the Android, cripple the doctor (D100+1)
>>1455843
That's a great roll

>>1455912
That IS a nice roll. Androids are notoriously hard to kill but... That oughta do the trick.

I DO need a third roll you lazy nignogs

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1455919
Bishop just kept on going.
I could roll again

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1455926

sorry was updating starborn sidestory

>94+1! Stealth kill!
>We Oper8r nao.

You brace your claws into the grate and push, muscles straining as the square piece of steel pops free with a whisper quiet scrape of steel. The android and scientist never look up as you drop to the floor, gripping the square of steel in your claws.

You creep along the floor as they peer into the holding tank, observing the increasingly furious facehuggers as they attempt to bore through the reinforced glass.

With a leap you bound high into the air, the grate flying from your claws in a whirring arc. The Android turns in surprise and has the briefest moment to see the heavy, pointed piece of metal before it rams into his face. With a strangled gurgle and a gout of milky white fluid the top half of the androids head is sheared off, his body flopping backward and twitching spasmodically, fingers curling and feet kicking.

Doctor Harraway turns in shock at his sudden deluge of android fluid, his eyes wide as he takes in your figure as you leap again, sinking your claws into his thighs and shoulder, one bony hand covering his mouth as your tail whips around, the aging humans legs going limp as your tailblade stabs deep into his spine.

His eyes roll into his head as he collapses, his face white in agony as he slips into shock. With a slash of your gore covered tail blade the reinforced glass is cracked, the second blow sunders the material and releases the facehuggers.

The desperate creatures race forward, squabbling over who gets to implant Harraway.

>Implant him now. (Creates 1 drone, gain 1 Facehuggers to use as ranged weapon)

>Take them both on your back and search for better hosts (Gain 2 facehuggers)

>Other

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>1455205
Halleluja for ancient evil, although this one is pretty good as well

>>1455998
>Implant now. Doctor is a fine host.

>>1456010
Ancient evil will most likely be resumed tomorrow

>>1455998
>>Implant him now. (Creates 1 drone, gain 1 Facehugger to use as ranged weapon)
Go ahead and name them. Drone will will be Freddy and the facehuggers shall be May

>implant him now.
>you have gained 1 facehugger. Capable of use as a distraction or a ranged weapon
>Gained one drone.

Harraway never wakes as the facehugger gently clambers over him, latching onto his face and sliding the proboscis down his throat. The other dejectedly climbs onto you, curling around your upper arm and holding securely with its tail.

You sling Harraway over your shoulder, hauling him into the vents and securing him to a nearby junction with resin. You hunker down and wait, burbling happily.

>Hours later.

Harraway bucks, his eyes wide and mouth gritted behind the mask of resin that muffles his voice. His chest heaves once, twice, ribs cracking as a spot of blood appears.

On the next push his eyes roll up in his head, his chest exploding in a burst if gore as a slim, squealing form emerges, thrashing blindly in the cool air

New sibling! You burble happily and stroke the new XenoMorphs body with your claw as it turns and begins ripping away chunks of Harraway chest cavity, gorging itself rapidly.

>Drone gained. Capable of performing actions alongside you gaining a +1 to rolls. Also capable of limited action by itself with no bonus.

>Sabotage target (D100+1)

>Find Isolated humans, start killing (D100)

>Attempt to gain access to the secure labs (D100)

>Other

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1456237
>>Attempt to gain access to the secure labs (D100)
Anyone want some fun mutations

>>1456267
Apparently the dice gods do.

Let's start the family bonding

>>1456267
K E K
E
K

My threads are always crit filled

>>1456289
What will we get?

>>1456347
Im trying to figure that out honestly. Some tasty aliens to impregnate? More siblings? I am stuck

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1456364
So how about a random roll.
1.siblings
2. strong alien/biological expirement

Could be some special trait we get or just strong

>>1456364
They could have recreated velociraptor, failed human super soldiers or caught a predator.

>>1456430
>caught a predator.
Now that's worthy of a crit.

>100. Critical success!
>Secure labs? Not anymore.

Your new drone peels itself from the cocoon of resin and flesh it had constructed for itself, stretching its new limbs and growling happily. You burble briefly, bumping snouts before you turn, your younger sibling following close behind.

You scurry throughout the ducts, your claws scraping the metal as you leave the upper level behind. Returning to the lower level you make your way through the ducts, noting the increasingly nervous looking humans in the hallways and labs. The dim red lighting is still present.

Ah. It seems the lack of excess power on this level has been fortuitous. The rotating blades of the secure wings ductwork have ceased. The blades sit motionless. Picking your careful way through the sharpened metal you hiss in pleasure as you find yourself in new territory

The secure labs are much more... Sterile.. Than the main floors. The scientists here are reserved, speaking in low, hushed voices as they observe Exotic creatures. Many limbed giant insects, amorphous blobs of sentient jelly, quadripedal beasts armored in bone plates. All these and more dwell within the secure area. Androids stand still along the walls at points, cradling long, silver rods and bulky rifles.

Suddenly, a flash of motion catches your eye as you watch through the grate. A flash of green skin, black-green tendrils swinging as a massive figure crouches behind a partition.

A android walks by, seemingly oblivious to the hulking figure crouching steps away. Suddenly a klaxon sounds and the figure explodes into motion, ripping the androids head from its body

"SPECIMEN 12 HAS ESCAPED. LOCKDOWN GRID 4. LOCKDOWN GRID 4! CONTAINMENT TEAMS TO GRID 4!"

Immediately androids launch into motion as the scientists run for cover. The hulking figure springs into a run, throwing the androids head to know away a rifle aimed in its direction.

As it turns a corner it pauses and roars in rage as chorus of quiet *Puffs* sounds. The figure stumbles back, a cluster of darts adorning its chest. With a growl of rage it sags to the ground and thrashes for a moment before falling still.

A group of androids fit it with thick, metal shackles and drag it away as a voice comes over the intercom

"Specimen 12 reacquired. Return to your stations"

>Sabotage a target. (D100)

>Search for a host (D100)

>Human hunting (D100)

>scout this level more (D100)

>Other

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1456634
>>scout this level more (D100)
Figure out how to get that creature

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1456634
>>Search for a host (D100)
Let's see if we can get the predator

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>1456853
Seconded

>83. Search for that predator!

That beast. It triggers ancestral memories deep within your mind. The hunter of hunters. Butcher of butchers. The great Predators.

A perfect and fitting host.

You slink throughout the ductwork, slipping through more of the sharpened fanblades, heading towards where they dragged the comatose alien hunter.

Below you can hear a pair of humans talking as they walk

"-third time this week. How does it keep getting out?"

"No idea. Apparently this time it picked the lock on its manacles, disabled the alarm, destroyed three Guard units and managed to almost get through to Basic level."

"Holy shit. If that thing got down to the hangar bay The Director would have us all spaced."

"If we're lucky"

The humans turn away and keep walking as you follow the faint trail of phosphorescent blood on the floor.

It leads to a literal prison made of interlocking steel and reinforced glass, guarded by no less than a dozen android guards, their guns trained on the chained, muzzled, shackled and drugged Predator.

This.... May be tricky.

>Have your Drone cause a disturbance on the other end of the lab (D100, do what)

>Full assault (Hardmode,D100)

>Cut the power, strike in the darkness (D100+1)

>Cause a distraction with the Drone, leave the facehugger to get him by itself (D100+2)

>other (D100)

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1456957
>>Have your Drone cause a disturbance on the other end of the lab (D100, do what)
Have it tip over chemical cabinets to start a fire, and then take attack the electrical wiring in the vents and walls

Rolled 16 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>1456957
>>Cause a distraction with the Drone, leave the facehugger to get him by itself (D100+2)
You can do it Fingers, I believe in you, please don't get yourself killed

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>1456986
Supporting and Rolling before I continue my quest and pass out

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1456986
Supported

>Sorry about that. Had to run to my brothers house for a bit. Any anons still here?

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

>>1457614
I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF

>>1457588
Standing by

>61. Distraction time

At a thought from you your drone scurries away across the ducts, headed to the other side of the lab. You carefully and quietly creep through the ducts until you are directly above the restrained Predator. He appears to have been heavily wounded, his body covered in crudely stitched gashes as well as one of his mandible being broken off.

Your drone tells you it is going well as it ransacks a chemical storage room. Volatile liquids and acids are splattered on the walls and dumped on the floor, cabinets are tipped over and shattered, their contents bursting into colored flame and noxious fumes.

Immediately a klaxon sounds, along with flashing red lights. The android guards perk their heads up, rushing off to deal with the sudden chemical fire, their duties forgotten.

Your drone burrows into the wall and begins shredding electrical bundles, silencing alarms and opening cages as the power short circuits.

Cries of alarm and pain ring out as several Exotic and ill tempered Alien species run rampant, Security Androids desperately attempting to corral the enraged beasts.

Seizing the opportunity you drop through the grate, landing next to the comatose Predator. Even in his heavily drugged state he growls weakly at you, flexing his arms in an attempt to rip free.

Quickly you yank his muzzle down and growl in victory as you fling the Facehugger down on his hideous maw. His struggles rapidly cease as the tail wraps around his throat, slowly cutting off his oxygen.

You quickly nip a claw, dripping acidic blood onto the manacles and chains, the shined metal rapidly corroding away. Hauling the ludicrously heavy creature over your shoulder you stuff him bodily into the air duct, dragging him along with your tail. Once you have gone a adequate distance you heavily secure the Predator in place, layering resin upon him until he resembles a large, ugly egg.

>Predator implanted!

>Predalien Gained!
>Predalien are Brutal close Quarters fighters and masters of ambush and Psychological warfare. +1 to combat, stealth and Spooky rolls involving the Predalien.

>Sabotage target (D100+1)

>Scout Station thoroughly (D100)

>Search for more eggs (D100)

>Begin the Slaughter (D100)

>Other (D100)

>>1457588
Still here cursed man

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1457659
Well I guess I got competition. Also in case you were wondering my Xenomorph Quest is not over it's just on standby. My life is too hectic to full time post so yeah. Anyway.

>search for more eggs

Rolled 73 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>Sabotage target (D100+1)

When those androids get back and see preadtor is gone and a vent ripped open, the humans are going to start checking the vents for him, and find us instead.

We mut remain a secret for as long as possible. Keep causing shit to break so they don't notice

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1457797
Second this

>76. Egg search.

You crouch atop the Predators ruined corpse, the newly molted Predalien growling softly behind you. You rip away a chunk of flesh and chew happily. Your family is growing!

But it is still much too small. Visions of hives numbering in the millions pass through your mind. Your family must grow!

You cast out your mind and search, desperately searching for any trace of your siblings.

The faintest wisp reaches you. From the highest reach of the station, deep within the secure area. Far beyond your reach....

FOR NOW.

>Sabotage a target (D100)

>Scout Station (D100)

>Strike against the humans (D100)

>other (D100)

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1457946
>>Sabotage a target (D100)
It would be good to hit large terminal banks, back up power or communications.

Rolled 64 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>1457946
>>Sabotage a target (D100)
The backup generators this time. It's not Alien(s) if anyone can see what they're doing.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1457946
>Sabotage

Hit the comms systems. Don't let them coordinate.

>Sorry for the late start, had mothers day church with the familia. Lets get cooking eh?
>84. Sabotage communications

You growl softly, picking a chunk of gristle from between your teeth as your drone and Predalien nap behind you. They look to you for guidance as the oldest member of the family.

These humans, they lack your hive-think. They require assistance to communicate. If you can destroy how they call for help.... They will be unable to!

Your mental command rouses your siblings and they take off after you as you scurry through the ducts, claws scraping on the metal. You search through every grate, eying the humans inside, looking for anything important.

On the lower levels of the station you find your target. A isolated room with monitors adorning the wall and racks of servers humming softly as a human with a large headset speaks into a machine

"CMS Harpy this is Echo station, reporting suspicious activity on floors 3A through 2C. Main engine has been compromised and several Staff are unnacounted for. Requesting-Bbbrrrzzzkk!!- FUCK! Piece of shit!!"

The tech curses as the console spits sparks, obviously not working well on the drastically reduced power.

>Kill him, Destroy the equipment (D100)

>Scare him off, Destroy equipment (D100)

>Subdue him, Destroy equipment (D100)

>Other

>>1459595
Shit I forgot you had your drones with you + your sabotage bonus. +3 to those D100

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>Kill him, Destroy the equipment (D100)

The senpai can eat him to. No more facehuggers and nothing overly special about a comms guy to make it worth keeping him around.

Rolled 38 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>1459595
>>Kill him, Destroy the equipment (D100)

Rolled 70 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>Subdue him, Destroy equipment

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1459595
>>Kill him, Destroy the equipment (D100)
Poor guy doesn't know he's already dead

>Sorry for disappearing yesterday anons. My data connection went to absolute shit but Ive talked to my provider and gotten it fixed. Any anons still present?

>shameless self bump

Lurking

>>1465559
Lurker 2 reporting

>70+3. Subdue and destroy

The hapless comms technician never has a chance. Your Predalien rams the grate, ripping loose the thin metal. Dropping heavily to the ground the tech has a moment to turn and appraise the hulking mass of muscle and chitin before a bone pulping backhand crushes his nose and jaw, flinging him backward into the wall so hard it dents. If he ever wakes again he will be in agony.

You follow your bruiser down, the ever helpful drone bringing up the rear. Together the three of you rip loose panels, smash displays and drizzle acid onto the delicate components.

Within minutes the comms station is completely destroyed. A army of technicians couldn't repair this mess

>Comms station destroyed. Echo Station is unable to call for help from its escort ships. However their silence may be noticed and investigated. You are now on a race against time.

>Sabotage more targets (D100, which ones)

>Terrorize Staff (D100, write in)

>Begin the slaughter (D100)

>Feed on the technician, force a mutation (no roll necessary, write in what your goal is, ill post a mutation list if you guys want)

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>Twiddles thumbs lonesomely

Mutation list please!

>>1465900
Mutation/Molt list-
-Runner- Med size, fast moving stealthy unit.
Available Molts
-Hunter- Good Damage- Mid Stealth, Med size
-Shadow-Mid damage, High stealth, Med size
-Slasher-High Damage, low stealth, Med size.
-Drone-Med Damage, Medium size, Good stealth, Basic worker unit.

Drone molt options-
-Thinker- can alter eggs to create advanced units. Low damage, low stealth, small size. Fragile unit.
-Builder- can create structures and items/weapons with enough time. Low damage. Low stealth. Large size.
-Warrior-Basic combat unit. Large size. Good damage, good stealth.

Warrior Molts-
-Praetorian-Advanced combat unit. Very durable, Large size, Heavy Damage, no stealth.
-Ravager-Advanced combat unit. High speed, large size, High damage, low stealth
-Crusher-advanced combat unit. Extremely durable, slow moving, high damage, no stealth.

Prateorians can Molt to become Queens in the abscense of another queen.

Mutation list-basic upgrades you can afford after gorging (consuming one or more enemies)
>Enhanced claws (+2 to personal combat rolls)
>Acid Spit (High damage single use range attack)
>Thickened carapace (decreased damage and stealth)
>Bladed carapace (Deals damage through grappling)
>Venomous stinger (Replaces tailblade with stinger. Deals poison damage)
>Write ins and additions to the list are welcome.

>>1465931
We need more eggs.I suggest we ither make a prateorian out of our tank or hunt down some more eggs. Three of us cant take down several ships worth of bots.

>>1465811
>Feed on the technician, force a mutation
>Shadow out of the non-predalien
We need some Twich up in here

>>1465984
Twitch and Ox were my favorite characters to write. Besides Tiny with his little man syndrome

>>1465959
There are at most 2 more eggs. You will have to decide which Xenon will become the new queen

>>1465999
Those two definitely made the old quest what it was, and were my favourites too. Shame about what happened, but I'm glad to see it didn't put you off making another one!

>>1466026
Hopefully I can do this one even better :)

So we are at an impasse. Molt Predalien into a Praetorian (Will no longer fit into vents) or molt Runner Into a Shadow?

>>1466073
I'll go with runner. We need a more secluded place for a queen to go.

>>1466078
So Youre going with Molt Runner into Shadow?

>>1466080
ye

>OP confused himself. Has been referring to your first family member as a drone when it was in fact runner sized. So your total family count is 1 drone (you), 1 Predalien (Unique Warrior) and 1 Runner.

>Runner into Shadow

You haul the unconscious and probably comatose technician into the ducts, dragging him along to a convenient wide portion of the ductwork.

At your mental common your Runner digs in, eating with such voracity that pieces of gore splatter the ceiling and blood pools for several feet along the ground. You watch hungrily as the runner stuffs themselves to the point of bursting, their carapace cracking along the back as they begin forming a cocoon of resin and flesh.

>Hours pass.

The cocoon shifts, a presence reaching you from within. A inky black claw punches through the membrane, ripping downward. Your new Shadow creeps out, long slender tail lashing. Its skin is a smoother, more rounded carapace, light seeming to absorb into the chitin. Its claws are long and curved with sticky pads on the palms of its palms and feet. The Shadow will never be seen until its too late.

>Shadow has +3 to stealth Rolls. This includes attacks from Ambush and Infiltration. Also has a bonus to dodge gunfire especially in poorly lit areas as it is extremely agile.

>Sabotage a target (D100+2)

>Hit and run attacks, leave some bodies (D100+2)

>Scout Station further (D100)

>other (D100)

>>1466135
>Adding new option

>Search for a secure Area to nest (D100)

>>1466135
>Search for a secure Area to nest
We gotta set up for the long haul before the muhreens even think of arriving

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1466135
>>Search for a secure Area to nest (D100)
I'm thinking possibly a large ventelation area, the armory, or someplace secure and hard to get to. Anyone have better suggestions

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>1466241
forgot the roll
If we placed our nest in the main space dock, we might be able to stop them landing anything big in a hurry

Any other anons want to roll? I will start cutting rolls at 30 minutes to speed things along.

>>1466256
True but that would leave your queen VERY exposed to counterattack as the main hangar (though you haven't found it yet) is fuckhueg

>>1466262
We need to find a place that doesn't have something that can be used against us like an air lock, ship hanger, ventelation, or engine

>>1466270
Your knowledge of the various ways a space station can kill Xenonorphs pleases me.

>>1466279
Environment kills are pretty much the only to take them down in the movies and games. Also, let's make sure to out an egg in the escape pods and ships, so if someone leaves, they will take us with them.

>83. Secure Area to nest

Your family will require a safe place to live and grow. They need a place away from human curiosity. You scurry throughout the ducts, searching for a secure area.

Mess hall? No. Too many humans and theyre always in there.

Isolated lab? No. Humans and Androids occasionally come in there and it would be inconvenient.

Ventilation junctions? Possibly but those large spinning fans and moving parts could be hazardous. Plus it would be cramped for your Queen.

Armory? ....no. Just no. That's a very bad idea.

Cargo hold? You growl in happiness as you explore the vast, dark room. Humans rarely come down here and the massive space offers plenty of space.

>Cargo Hold Lair. A large, easily defended space to grow your hive. Deep within the lower levels of the station it is rarely accessed by humans and when they do its in small groups or alone.

>Gather humans for food and hosts (D100)

>Sabotage Targets (D100)

>Begin crafting a nest (D100)

>Scout the station further (D100)

>>1466330
>Begin crafting a nest
Once we have a good base of operations, we can start acquiring hosts without fear of our young being raided. Let's create choke points and hidden passages where we can.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>1466350
And I forget the roll. Again.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>1466330
>>Scout the station further (D100)
Figure out what we have, sabotage, then nest

>>1466350
I'll go ahead and change to this instead of
>>1466357

>51. Very slim success. Create a nest.

Your Family sets to work clambering over the mountains of crates and containers laying down layers of thick black resin. The material hardens swiftly into a hard, glossy shell forming a series of short tunnels around a large, central chamber.

Its nothing special but you now have a nest to rest, raise young and gather your forces

>Nest gained. A massive terrain advantage for you. The nest occupies only a small portion of the cargo hold for now but can be expanded.

>improve nest (D100, how?)

>Scout Station (D100)

>Sabotage a target (D100)

>Gather food (D100, How much, humans or Lab animals)

>Gather Hosts (D100)

>Other (D100)

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>1466564
>>Scout Station (D100)
Look for key targets and weaknesses

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1466564
>Scout Station (D100)
ayyy, just caught up, good to see you back, my dude.

>>1466605
Thanks mi amigo! What are you scouting for specifically or just generally scouting for random shit

>>1466636
key targets and weaknesses like the other guy says, it's a good idea. Hope this timeline goes as well as the last.

>>1466636
Maybe follow some of the major wiring or something. Will probably lead to areas drawing lots of power or backup batteries and generators

>77. Scout for Key Weaknesses.

Your hive will need to cripple this station at one point or another. It will be important to know where to strike to do so.

Your family splits up, scattering among the grates, searching for anything that seems important.

A vast open room littered with shuttlecraft and ships of various sizes. A massive set of airlock doors comprise on multi-story wall. Dozens of humans and androids mill about, operating loading machines of differing builds.

A large set of machinery on the lower levels, a massive series of tubes and tanks filled with hyper efficient algae seem to be reoxygenating the stations air.

A seemingly secure lab in the upper reaches of the Labs, a massive brute of a creature locked within a steel reinforced enclosure. It is a hulking mass of bone plates and corded muscle.

Your Shadow reports that they have found a room filled with urgent human technicians, desperately keeping a group of straining machines running. As one weakens the lights dim momentarily...

>Shuttle Bay located. The main Entrance/exit for Echo station

>Atmosphere processing Beta located. One of the life support machines for Echo station. Destroying it may cause a significant drop in air quality and a spike in heat and humidity.

>Secure Holding Area. A Extremely large and powerful alien creature is held here. If it were to escape somehow it could be a powerful distraction

>Backup generator group found. One of several Backup mini-reactors these are crucial to keeping the Station running, lights on, doors locked and specimens containted.

>Sabotage target (D100+3)

>Gather Food (D100+3)

>Improve Nest (D100)

>Capture Hosts (D100+3)

>other (D100)

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1466716
>Gather Food (D100+3)
We gorge, then we find hosts, sabotage while we wait for gestation, then alpha strike.

>>1466726
Also, I kinda wanna use the animal specimens as hosts for interesting traits.

Rolled 55 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>1466716
>>Sabotage target (D100+3)
Sabotage the airlock mechanism and wiring for the shuttle bay

>>1466726
You will need to molt either yourself or the Predalien into a Praetorian and then into a Queen

>>1466776
yeah, I was just writing a plan, and I'll yield to the sabotage vote so we can get moving.

>55+3. Sabotage Shuttle bay.

Your Family reconvenes around you as your peer into the shuttle bay, watching the milling human and android workers. The humans seem to be standing back and letting the synthetics handle the more dangerous and bulky cargo.

They are oblivious as your family slips through the ducts, ripping loose interior panels abd shredding wiring leading from the control deck to the massive airlock door. Immediately alarms sound as the massive plates of metal begin grinding open, air whistling past. The humans begin running for cover, slapping on masks and dashing for any nearby airlocks to the main Station. The androids merely activate their magboots and begin securing the more valuable cargo and helping humans reach safety. Within seconds the cargo bay is open to the void of space, all air sucked from the vast expanse.

Your family dash along through the ducts, prying open the barricades that have slid down. The metal barriers clang back down with a heavy thump as the whistling air is cut off.

In the distant control deck a group of humans can be seen desperately attempting to get the massive doors to close, terrified as their orders aren't followed.

>Main shuttle bay is locked Open for now. It may be repaired in time but for now the Shuttle Bay is an airless void. Androids will still be found here and your Xenonorphs can survive a short time in vacuum before having to return to a oxygenated environment.

>Sabotage Target (D100+3)

>Gather food (D100+2)

>Capture Hosts (D100+2)

>Improve nest (D100+2)

>Scout Station (D100)

>Other

Rolled 90 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>1466827
>Gather food (D100+2)
we need to make a queen to get our numbers up. Otherwise, we'll never take the ship.

>>1466827
by the way, are you gonna continue using your twitter, or is it dead?

>>1466948
My old XenoQm Twitter is dead. My new one Is CursedQm

>>1466900
I'm fine with this

>>1466900
Noice roll, I assume we'll need a lot of calories to form a queen.

Rolled 82 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>1466900
Supported

Rolled 98 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>1466900
Woops, forgot my roll.
Rollin' for healthy eating.

>>1467390
Holy shit, artificial 100

>98+2. Amazing success!
>Gather Food. Much food.

You will require a great amount of food to fuel the transformation into a queen. You and your siblings scatter throughout the lower levels of the station, searching for fresh, wriggling MEAT.

Entire holding areas are scoured. Every dog, goat and rabbit within ripped to pieces and ferried back to the nest, deposited in an ever growing pile. Isolated humans are snatched, their necks broken or skulls pierced, disappearing into the ducts without a sound. Your Predalien returns from a particularly juicy target with a group of humans bound in resin, dragging them like a morbid train.

The pile of food in your nest is truly titanic, a small mountain of flesh and gore that will fuel the transformation to a Queen for one of you.

>Taking Votes now.

>Change Main PC alien to Queen, will change Main PC to that of the Predalien or Shadow.

>Change Predalien into Queen. Lose Unique Unit and Continue with Main PC Alien and Shadow.

>First to Three Votes.

>>1467934
>>Change Main PC alien to Queen, will change Main PC to that of the Predalien or Shadow

>>1467940
Oh, and Predalien for new PC

>>1467934
>>Change Main PC alien to Queen, will change Main PC to that of the Predalien or Shadow.
We cared the most for family. We can now expand our family

>>1467946
>>1467940
Supporting

>>1467946
>>1467965
Predalien or Shadow for new PC?

>>1467969
Shadow would have more gamepley options but who could say no to that sick predalien gameplay?

Just so you guys know.

>Predalien- Unique Warrior unit
-Durable-can handle more damage than a usual Alien.
-Hunters instincts- Bonuses to ambush and Stealth attacks (+2)
-Extremely physically strong (+2 to close combat rolls)
-Slow moving (penalties to dodge gunfire)

Shadow- Runner Variant.
-Stealthy- +3 to ambush and Stealth rolls
-Agile-Bonus to dodge gunfire (+2)
-Fast moving (has a chance to strike more than once per attack)
-Wall climber (Can attack from the ceiling or walls and function well in 0g)

>>1467979
Shadow sounds low key lit. Shifting support

>>1467979
Yeah, I'm sticking with Predalien.

>>1467979
Let's do shadow for now, and switch when later. Right now we should focus on weakening the station.

>Shadow seems to have it. Gonna go do some yardwork for my Grandma for a bit. Will return later :) feel free to post ideas and discuss, give molt/mutation ideas. I shall return to you my faithful!

>>1468052
Can eating specific organic matter effect how they molt. For example, exclusively eating muscle increases strength and endure, or brains to create a more intelligent xeno.

>>1468052
Oh goody perk lists, my favorite!

-Stealth Units-
>Autonomic lockdown
Allows the Xenomorph to selectively shut down or dramatically reduce it's own life functions for short periods of time, making it more difficult to identify as a life form.
+ to stealth rolls
- 10% to health
>Vantablack Carapace
The Xenomorph spontaneously grows a fuzz of light-consuming nanofibers over itself, rendering it's already light-absorbing shell nearly invisible across multiple wavelengths as well as rendering it effectively invisible in low light or shadowed conditions.
+2 to stealth
- 10% to health
>Bioelectric Shroud
The Xenomorph amplifies it's own bioelectrical field, creating a shroud of heavy interference around itself rendering both communications devices and detection devices nearly useless.
+3 to Stealth
- 10% to Health

>>1468052
Thats so nice of you op! Tell her you love her!

>>1468086
I wasnt intending to go that in depth, you can choose to invest gorged biomass to develop those traits as mutations.

>>1468263
These are good. Ill add them to my google.Doc at the end of this thread. Any combat mutations you'd like to add?

>>1468266
She's a sweet old bat. If I didnt go do it for her she would probably try to do it herself and Id rather a 80lb old lady not try to run that chainsaw.

>>1468052
-Combat Units-
>Ballistics Resistant Carapace
A simple mutation for a simple creature with a simple purpose, absorb more bullets without dying.
+25% Damage negation
-1 for dodge
>Berserker Rage
Specialized glands pump the warrior full of a cocktail of chemicals, overriding any desire for self preservation or sensation of pain. Released from all constraint the warrior tears enemies and it's own body apart in a killing frenzy.
+25% damage on successful hits
- 10% Xeno's own health on successful hits
>Metabolic explosion
The warrior consumes any food around it roughly equivalent to it's own body weight, be it human, alien, or even one of it's own comrades! In exchange it grows a temporarily layer of stupendously tough armor, becoming a living tank.
+For 3 instances of combat gain gradually reducing damage reduction (75% to 50% to 20%), permanent 15% health increase
-2 to Dodge, Ambush or Stealth, fatass.

>>1468277
I'm relegating myself to one text block at a time, I'm still thinking up Queen specific upgrades, misc upgrades (general hive wide perks/reproduction perks for eggs, etc) and hero specific perks. I'll try and invent something new each session.

>Main PC to Queen. Shadow new main PC.

You turn to your subordinates, growling happily as the bow their heads, showing their support for you to become the new queen. You turn to the massive pile of flesh and begin ripping away pieces of meat, stuffing them into your maw. You have a burning pit within you that needs to be sated...
>Massive food Intake. Jumpstart to Queen.
>Days pass.

You are the Shadow, the nimble assassin of the Hive. You dangle from the roof of the cargo hold, gnawing at a cracked bone, looking down at the massive cocoon of the Queen. A huge egg shaped mound of resin and flesh the titanic figure within occasionally shifts. Your Predalien sibling crouches atop a nearby resin coated cargo container, toying with the skull and spine of a deceased human. Suddenly a presence reaches your minds from within the Cocoon. Dropping from the ceiling you freefall for a moment before grabbing onto the lip of a crate and swinging to cling to the side of a pipe.

A set of claws, easily a foot long puncture the cocoons walls, ripping downward through the pliable material. In the gush of clear fluid out steps a figure both regal and terrifying. A crest of intricate chitin protects her head and neck while her multiple arms grip the nearby crates for support. Her legs are as thick as your body, ending in wicked claws. At the end of her massive tail is a blade that stretches nearly three feet, sharp and strong enough to slash through steel. Your Queen growls happily as you both bow your heads, burbling in joy. Already her egg sac is filling with fluid, preparing to create the precious eggs

>Queen gained. The Queen is the only way to create new eggs. Eggs will be produced at a steady rate that can be improved with time. Eggs can be altered to create advanced unit eggs or differing egg types (Multiple facehuggers/Poppers/etc) The Queen is immobile but can detach from her egg sac to become a nearly unstoppable ubstoppable.

>Gather hosts (D100+1)

>Improve nest (D100)

>Sabotage targets (D100+1)

>Scout station (D100)

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>1468310

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1468310
As we well know eggs can lie dormant for quite some time, we should improve our nest now that it holds something worth protecting.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1468312
does this count as 80?

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1468310
>Improve nest (D100)

>>1468335
Fuq

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>>1468335
FUCKING HELL, I JUST WANTED TO HELP

>>1468333
No that's the number of basic eggs that will be laid.

>>1468335
>8 Eggs
This is fine

So long as the entire nest isin't set ablaze by the dowziest facegugger playing with matches or something.>>1468335

>1. Critical Failure. Improve hive.

You and the Predalien set off through the cargo hold, laying down the first layer of resin that will form the backbone of the hives superstructure.

The inky black fluid flows freely from your maws, smearing across the walls and floor and setting quickly into a hard, glossy black surface that your carapaces blend easily into.

As you turn a corner, idly smearing the substance along the wall a shout of alarm ahead of you startles you

A group of humans stand a
In front of you, one operating a bipedal cargo lifter. Your Predalien counterpart senses your alarm and informs you it is on the way

>Facing 4 Human Dock workers. 1 is in a bipedal cargo lift.

>Attack, theyre only Civilians (D100. No ambush bonus)

>Evade! One or more may be armed (D100)

>Go for the Cargo lift, kill the operator (D100)

>other (D100)

Rolled 92 (1d100)

the 1 overides my 90 eh? Shit.

>Attack, theyre only Civilians (D100. No ambush bonus)

Strong bro can handle the lift

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1468052
-Queen-
--Basic upgrades--
>Praetorian egg
Queen can now lay praetorian eggs, which produce the praetorian facehugger and one standard facehugger.
>Increased egg production
20% more eggs produced
>Psychic motivation
Queen offers a +1 buff to all Xenos in their areas of specialization as long as she is alive.
>Reproductive aggression
Facehuggers produced by this queen are tenacious and will live for longer outside of their eggs, if they are killed while attacking a host they will explode, causing minor injuries with their caustic blood.
--Specializations 1--
>Protective Mother
Watching your children die is intolerable, fight for them! At the cost of reproductive speed the Queen becomes an unstoppable force on the field of battle.
+50% Damage resistance
+25% Heatlh
+10% Damage inflicted to enemies
Egg production halved
Queen cannot effectively into stealth
>Prolific Mother
The galaxy is a lonely and empty place, you can help change that! At the cost of combat capability transform the Queen into an egg-laying powerhouse.
-25% Heatlh
-10% Damage inflicted on enemies
Egg production doubled

>>1468370
Supporting

>>1468370
1's and 100's are absolute crits and override. <10 is a severe failure while >90 is excellent success. A critical failure is a "Fail so hard it isn't always bad". Its a situation where you can spin it to your advantage if Youre lucky

>>1468375
I like these. Im just gonna let you know im not being overly complicated on health. Mainly just a system of "wounded, healthy, severely wounded, lightly wounded, etc" than health and damage percentages. I am rolling privately to determine the outcomes of actions and damage dealt.

>>1468404
No problem, in future I'll replace all specific percentages with Improved/Reduced.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1468370
I'll support this

>>1468410
Feel free to write them however you want. Ill just adjust then within the doc :) whichever is easier for you guys

>92. Attack. Predalien goes for Cargo lift.

For the briefest moment you and the Freight Workers stare at each other, immobile as statues as they attempt to figure out what exactly theyre looking at.

"Sanchez? Sanchez what the fuck is that thing?" says one, visibly paling.

"What the fuck makes you think I'd know Ricky?? Its some kinda ducking science experiment!" yells another, stepping back and hefting a large prybar

You growl curiously, crawling forward along the wall as they all step back, blanching at the display of claws and teeth. One steps forward, turning the nozzle on a waist mounted cutting torch and puffing a burst of flame in your face.

Ouch.

"Get! Go on! GET! Stupid fucki-GRRK"

His burst of bravado is cut off as you leap forward, driving your tailblade through the base of his throat, using your momentum to swing around, the blade grating against his spine as his head is twisted 180°.

The nearest of the Freight workers freezes as his coworkers blood splatters his face. A blurring slash and you bound past as he sinks to the ground, grasping desperately at the slick Grey coils falling from his belly.

The remaining Freight worker dives behind the cargo loader, the massive bipedal machine twisting its gripping claws as you hiss menacingly, tail waving

"You fucking fuck! Come get some! You aint killing me! Im gonna fucking squash your little ass!" the driver roars, his face red and eyes wide.

A earthshaking roar rings out above you as your Predalien sibling leaps from a high stack of shipping containers. The Cargo loader has a brief moment to look up before several hundred pounds of alien flesh, bone and chitin smash down, a set of four inch long claws ripping through the front of his skull.

The Predalien kicks backward, launching into the air as the towering machine teeters backward. The cowering Freight worker behind it never looks up before several tons of metal crushes him into paste.

>Freight workers killed. Your first taste of combat as a hive went well and you kept knowledge of your whereabouts secret.

>Gorge on corpses. Force a mutation/molt (Write in)

>Scout station (D100)

>Improve nest (D100)

>Collect hosts (D100)

>Collect food (D100)

>Other (Write in,D100)

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1468687
Let's collect hosts, hive building hasn't been our strong suit so far.

>called.
>60. Ok success. Collect hosts

After moving the fresh corpses to the depths of the nest, the Queens growls of gratitude rumbling the air you head out along the ducts once more. You will require more hosts, live ones, to increase your families numbers.

You slip through the nearby ducts which are rapidly being coated in resin from your repeated excursions. You peer through grates, searching for isolated humans.

A group of humans catch your eye, sitting quietly in a storage room, passing a bottle around. Your Predalien counterpart growls appreciatively at the juicy target.

>Drop through the grates, subdue them. (D100)

>Have Predalien block the door, herd them into the corner (D100)

>Cut the power to the this area. Snatch them in the dark (D100)

>Other

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1468907
>Cut the power, snatch and grab

>>1468925
Holy jesus let's wait a while so someone can come along and roll us out of the ditch I've dug.

>>1468976
Yeah im about to start shilling in other quests :'D this is rather dead

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1468907
>Cut the power to the this area. Snatch them in the dark (D100)

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1468925
I hope my roll helps

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1468907
>>1468925
supporting and I'll do my best

>Writing. Sound off if present

>>1469201
Sir, present sir!

>34. Moderate failure. Cut Power. Snatch and grab

You scurry along the grates, searching for the bundles of wire that control the power to this room. Your Predalien sibling sets up above the door, ready to smash through and block any escape.

You rip loose a panel, exposing a inviting bundle of wire. Unfortunately you lack your predecessors affinity for this.you plunge your claws into the wires and slash wildly.

You've never smelled burnt chitin and flesh before but you have now. Your left claw is burnt and bubbled, the tips of your claws smoking. It will heal but holy shit that hurt.

Your Sibling (after affirming you were ok) informs you that the humans are now standing and actively aware of your presence after the screeching and flickering lights. Several are making an attempt to leave the room

>Smash through the ducts, hit them before they leave. (D100)

>Try again to cut the power (D100)

>Block the Door, herd them into the corners (D100)

>Other

Yo

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>1469274
>Other
We'll drop into the middle of them while our sibling moves to block the door. They might know at least one of us is here, but they probably still won't be prepared for a Xeno to drop directly onto their heads.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1469274
>Block the door, herd to corners

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1469274
>Block the Door, herd them into the corners (D100)

I like SpookAnon's plan.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1469307
Second

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1469274
> Smash through the ducts, hit them before they leave.

Holy shit, Xenos are back. Fuck year.

>71. Block the doors. Herd to corners.

With a roar of rage your Predalien rips through the soft metal of the duct, smashing their immense bulk to the floor, smacking back a unfortunate technician who was nearly out the door.

Shaking your injured claw you break through the grate on the opposite side of the screaming humans. With a triumphant screech you grab a human, smashing his head into the wall and growling menacingly as his eyes roll up in his head.

The other humans scream wordlessly and cower as you and the Predalien advance, driving them into the corner where they are quickly subdued and layered in resin. Hauling them two at a time you happily return to your nest, your Queens pleasure filling your mind as you adhere them to the walls, burbling joyously at the eight fleshy eggs still wet from their mother.

>4 humans captured. Shadow mildly wounded.

>Implant 4 humans to create 4 Drones.

>Implant 2 humans/consume 2 to create 2 Warriors

>2 Drones. 1 warrior.

>Other

>sorry for the delay guys, dinner was calling my name and had to call the gf

>>1469572
> Implant all four humans with Drones
> Shadow will stay at the Nest as a guard while he heals.
> Switch perspective to the Predalien, and go grab something tasty for the new siblings.

>>1469572
We should create warriors, since we're still stuck in one base with humans who surely know something is wrong at this point, and we're going to have to deal with security androids eventually. For now we should retain a higher percentage of warriors than drones.

>>1469622
Security androids, armed crew AND the security forces from the escort ships if shit truly goes sideways. Just being a helpful Qm :)

>>1469603
I agree with this. We should go grab more food to create several warriors, then sabotage the ship and unleash the huge alien beast

>Current Sabotage Targets available
Shuttle bay- Doors damaged. Forced Open.
Main engine-Catastrophic Damage
Life Support- Undamaged
Comms station- Destroyed
Main Armory-Undamaged
SecureSpecimen storage- Undamaged
Backup Generator cluster- undamaged
Atmospheric processor- Undamaged
Gravity Generator- undamaged

>There are more but you haven't found them yet.

>>1469704
What's the difference between the Atmo Processor and the Life Systems?

>>1469677
> Not wanting to remake the Ox.
> Son, I am disappoint.

>>1469711
The Atmosphere Processor is essentially temperature/humidity control and air filtration. Which means, if we destroy it, the station will become hot, humid and stinky.

Life Support is the oxygen/water reserves needed for surviving in space for prolonged periods. We need those too.

>>1469711
Life support keeps air moving throughout the ship. Atmospheric processor filters it and reoxygenates it. I probably should have put it as "ventilation controls" instead of Life support honestly. OP is dumb occasionally

>>1469746
Basically this. Im kinda dumb sometimes

>>1469704
I'm thinking we should target either the Main Armory (though that might go better with Warriors instead of Drones) or the Gravity Generator.

How in the hell you'd manage to build a machine that can manipulate one of the fundamental universal forces and STILL get ganked by rape-monsters is beyond me.

>>1469749
Thanks for the clarity, for our next major action (IE we should probably gather more forces first) we should switch off the ventilators until the humans in the base are too weak and impaired to resist us, then we can sweep through the base, put the androids out of action, and explore the rest of the base at our leisure.

>>1469774
Sounds good. If I recall the Androids are autonomous, and can function on their own. If not, it would be great if their was a central terminal bank that controls them.

What triggers Androids to go into a murder spree?

>>1469818
Well from all the movie/game examples I can recall (especially original Alien and Alien: Isolation) it's actually that they've just been given specific orders which give them leave to kill humans under certain circumstances (Ash was instructed to kill any crew members who either suspected or definitively knew the company was involved, the Sevastapol androids were given leave to kill any troublemaking humans who tried to escape).
>>1469752
Hey QM, are these autonomous androids or more primitive networked androids?

>>1469832
There are Autonomous androids and networked androids. The autonomous androids are mainly in the secure labs and upper levels. The security and maintenance androids are networked. If their controls are destroyed they will revert to simple behavior and perform their last orders until they are destroyed.

>>1469818
Well there we have it, we can knock out the central computer for the lower level androids but (and this makes complete sense) the security androids will still be capable of operating independently. At least we can bypass all the janitor androids, however we should still cook up some more warriors to make sure we have enough punch to kill the security ones.

>>1469870
Agreed. We still need to find the network area

>4 Drones.

The eggs open with gentle squelches, the bony legs of facehuggers pulling their gangly bodies onto the rims. The subdued humans struggle in their resin prisons as the Facehuggers creep closer.

Their shouts of fear are cut off by probing proboscis's. The tightening tails cut off their muffled screams and struggles.

>Hours pass

With wet crunches and screams of victory your four new chestbursters rip their way free. Their former hosts kick and gurgle for a moment before expiring.

Your Queen growls happily as you all welcome the new arrivals as they begin to feast on their previous hosts.

>4 new Drones created.

>change PC to Predalien and allow Shadow to Heal? Y/N

>Scout Station further. (d100)

>Sabotage target (D100)

>Gather hosts (D100)

>Gather food (D100)

>Improve nest (D100, how)

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1470042
Some of the not-living beings seem to act in concert as we do, discover the nest of their metal queen so we can slay her for the glory of the hive!
>Scout station further

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1470042
>>change PC to Predalien and allow Shadow to Heal?
Yes and take two drones
>Sabotage target (D100)
Death to the metal queen!

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>1470042
> Improve nest (bio-mechanical doors, only open for xenos)
> Change PC to Predalien and allow Shadow to Heal
> Yes

We should definitely turn that big alien beastie into the new Ox. DON'T YOU KNOW BRO?
YOU CAN'T BOX THE OX!