A/N:I do not own Alien or RWBY. They belong to Ridley Scott and Mounty Oum respectively.

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Prelude

Ellen Ripley looked over years of work standing in front of her and only now did she realize something. Something that she should have been in the front of her mind this whole time:she had no idea why she'd done this.

She had no ultimate goal in mind this entire time. It was the epitomized definition of a whim. Ripley had just stuck with it. From the day she found a petrified egg, it was on a fancy that she brought it back to life. This of course lead to a parasite bursting from the egg, sticking to her face and inseminating her.

It wasn't until an abomination to God made an excruciating exit from her chest that things became interesting. Instead of dying or panicking that some abhorrent thing was scuttling around her lab, Ripley held fast to her intrigue as a scientist of Remnant.

Despite her mortal wound she stayed alert, waiting for the newborn fiend to reemerge from the shadows of her compound. Reemerge it did. What had started as a parasitic worm came back to her as a 7 foot, chitinous black monster. Its existence was abhorrent as any Grimm.

It stalked as hauntingly as any Beowulf and its screech was more vile than a Griffon. But there was one difference Ellen noticed almost right away. It held a slight ember of curiosity for the world around it. It danced fleetingly in its nonexistent eyes.

Now some would have said it was just frantically searching for its next meal and the way it leered and stalked her, there was plenty of ground for Ripley to agree. What was strange was that no matter how hard she tried after all these years, she couldn't remember how she had managed best and trap the creature even while very much on the cusp of death. As far as she was concerned, her intellectual OCD was the puppeteer of her actions.

Once the good doctor made a decision, whether it was well founded or not, her stubbornness was with her every step of the way. Things wouldn't have worked out this way if it didn't. It was a fight every step of the way.

Sometimes figuratively, sometimes physically. The pale scars that decorated Ripley's body would attest to that. As well as her now useless left eye. Any other person probably would have given up sooner, much much sooner. They definitely wouldn't have lasted a decade.

Ellen did. Teaching it was terrible. Giving emotions to something that was almost soulless by nature was a task suited for God or the Devil. She did it anyway. Through plenty of amoral Black Arts and probably-definitely-illegal experimentation. Was she tempted to give up? Yes. Did she actually entertain the notion? No. Still she'd come this far and the results were now in front of her. There was only one question remaining:Why?

The fruit of her labor were right here. A seven foot tall dark haired, paled skin young woman stood hunched over a few feet from her. The good doctor had never managed to eliminate the skulking, menacing fashion in which she moved. Not completely. The long curtain hair cast a shadow over her startlingly white eyes.

This was once a fiend that nearly cost her her life. Reborn after ten years of painful effort. This was Ripley's beloved and well earned achievement. This was the result of a haphazard whim given priority. Things were as good as they were ever going to get. She had well and truly made a grievous error by not thinking about what would come after word.

"What is...wrong?" Her cold and gravelly voice hummed as she broke eye contact with the floor to gaze blankly at her master. "Why do you keep staring at me like that? Have I done something to displease you...mother?"

Ripley shook her head with a light chuckle, "No. I just realized I don't know where we go from here."

"Why must we go anywhere? Is there something we need to retrieve?"

"No," Ripley stalled, contemplating how to properly explain things to her daughter. "When I say 'I don't know where to go.' I don't mean a location. I mean I don't know how to move towards the future."

"What's wrong with right now?"

"Nothing," Ellen smiled, still amused by her blunt questioning after all this time. She was right in her assumption about the creature's curiosity. "But if you don't look to the future, you stagnate. You don't loss anything but you don't gain anything either."

"That still doesn't sound bad." Her head beginning to wobble slightly, a small sign of slight irritation she became accustom to.

"I guess it's a human and faunas thing," Ripley shrugged. "We're not satisfied being dead in the water, not moving towards something." It's seemed the doctor couldn't manage to teach everything to pupil. Then again, she was just one woman. She had been her beloved project's whole world from day she was born honestly. There was only so much that could be taught through lectures text. She needed to be able to interface the world first hand.

"You need to forward as well," she concluded by foreboding pointing at the girl with her cigarette. But after ten years of what was basically isolation, the question was "How?".

"If I say I must do this, I...believe you." Her gruff voice had all the innocence of a child.

There in lied the problem. She had bonded to Ripley. She knew Ripley, she was predictable. No one else. She could tell the girl about different human behavior all she wanted but she wouldn't get it until she experienced it. Her reactions to the people she'd meet couldn't be predicted.

There had to be a controlled environment in which Ripley could stay close and also give her daughter space to...figure herself out. Like...

Like a school.

Ripley sighed as the answer exactly which school came to her immediately.

Good news:she knew exactly the place.

Bad news:she knew exactly the place.

And some old friends would like still be there.

Ripley stamped out her cigarette on the ground and muttered a string of curses, ignoring her child's questioning eyes, "Dammit!" She rested her head tiredly in her hands. "Dammit all..."

A/N:This started out as a joke in my head that transformed and gained power over my mind in a few days. That in mind, don't take this story over-seriously. Much like my other works, there's bound to be OCC moments. My stories wouldn't exist without them. This chapter right here, wouldn't exist without it! I won't even pretend I can keep character's IC. Ripley for more blatant reasons than anyone else. I don't know where this is going at all! But it will keep going more than likely. We'll just have to see what happens;should be fun for all of us;)

Later!