Rook slowly strolled down the organic hallways of the nest, his mind buzzing with activity as he head whispers and felt glimpses of emotions and thoughts. It was an irritation, but one he was adjusting to and learning to block out the hive mind at times.

But that wasn't important right now, Rook had been summoned by the Mother, the apparent boss of the nest that reminded Rook of a Xenomorph queen.
Strolling past the sweat aroma of the feeding chamber, Rook strolled into the large open room of the 'egg' chamber. Where the Mother herself hung from the ceiling with her huge egg sac curled behind her.

Just seeing her made him feel calm, she had a relaxing and gentle atmosphere around her despite appearing large and dangerous at first glance. And her voice, Rook remembered how soft and gentle she spoke, like a mother to her children. It was a little unsettling for the former marine to think about.

Sensing his presence, the queen turned her spiky crest head slowly towards the former marine.
"Greeting child, or do you prefer to be called Rook?" said the Mother warmly as Rook drew closer.

Rook didn't want to reply, but he did prefer the name Rook than his real name. It made him sound important in some aspect of his mind, and it always reminded others of the heroics he performed on his first ever mission.

"Rook, my child there is much to discuss… But I've noticed your uncertainty since your shed your human skin" Rook knew he would need to speak, despite how much he despised talking.

"Uncertainty? You butchered this colony, killed my men, and stole my humanity. How did you expect me to feel?" growled Rook coldly, glaring up at this 'Mother' and waiting to hear her response.

"I retaliated to the cruelty of my captors, I didn't want any of this!" the Mother roared angrily and gestured with her head towards the room around them.

"I was just another colonist looking for a new life here on this world, until Weyland showed up and began excavating" flashes of memories flew through Rooks mind, of a young adult arriving upon the planet, of her early work all the way till uniformed people showed up.

"They used the terms of our contract to make us help them excavate, naive as I was, I helped those foul people dig and dig some alien ruins" Rook growled as he recognised the structures as the Mother showed him more memories through the hive mind. They were the same ruins he saw back on BG-387.

"Then I found the eggs, my transformation lasted for days Rook, and Weyland just locked me in a room and poked me through the entire process" she said coldly, and Rook could feel the anger inside her, but it didn't surprise him what Weyland had done, they were brutal and evil company that he had a history with.

"Then I started to lay eggs, at first I was confused, then I heard the voices of my children, crying out in agony as Weyland butchered and tortured my children!" Rook could see she was becoming furious, and more of the nest occupants were acuminating at the entrance to the room as they sensed their Mothers distress.

"Can you not see Rook, my actions weren't those of a monster, I was protecting people like me, those shifted against their will, I could not let those monsters continue with their foul research"

"That doesn't explain why you butchered the colony, attacked my men" spat back Rook stubbornly, making the Mother recoil slightly from his tone.

"When my children cornered the last of Weylands head officials, he vowed that the corporation would see to it we were destroyed, so I began making preparations to defend my nest" said the Mother calmly as she gestured to the room and showed Rook brief memories of her discussions with others on the matter.

"You see Rook, we thoughts your marines were Weyland coming to seek revenge, so I initiated plans… However we didn't encompass the possibility that your marines may be just cannon fodder" the Mother sounded sympathetic, and Rook found his blood boiling at her accusation.

But the former marines mind strayed to his last moments on that cursed planet, his conversations with the combat android of Weyland Bishop.

"The core and I are old friends" the android has said when he boasted about having strong ties to the Colonial Marines higher ups, due to his company supplying a large portion of military hardware.

"Don't you see" said Mother "we were both played as fools, and your men suffered from this betrayal"

Rook knew she was correct, Weyland was just using his marines to soften up the nest. So that they could swoop in and pick over the remains with ease, this wasn't a bug hunt, it was a suicide mission.

"But you can stop this Rook, recently my top Field commander was killed by a marine, I need someone to take over the battle field who knows war…" Rook looked up at the Mother in surprise, was she just offering him a promotion?

"Your wise and experienced, become my field commander and you can save your men, there are still hundreds of marine's topside as well as colonist. Protect the nest, and make preparations for Weyland, for they are our true enemy" suddenly Rook was aware that many of the nest warriors were listening in on the conversation, they were all urging him to accept it, and some of them were from his platoon. The former marines wanted their Commanding officer back, to save their comrades above from bloodshed.

Rook stepped forwards, and bowed his head respectfully. He didn't like this at all, but if he could make a difference for everyone human and alien, he would become this field commander, this general of operations for the Mother.

Mother purred happily as she sensed Rooks acceptance, and lowered her head towards him. She made a gagging sound much to Rooks disgust, then something hot and wet dribbled onto his skull.
Rook was confused as Mother announced it was done, and a moment later the former marine felt like someone poured scolding hot water upon his scalp.

He twitched and growled in pain, wanting to claw at his own skull but he didn't. The pain intensified along his head, as well as upon his lower chest and limbs. Clasping a hand to his chest, Rook discovered another set of bone armour forming on his body, giving him additional protection.

Rook could feel his bullet wounds heal rapidly, as well as his head suddenly feel a little heavier than before. Raising his head high, Rook also noticed he felt, taller, with a new found sense of power and responsibility.

"I shall rally your warriors, they know of your transformation but I expect you'll want to speak to them yourself" purred Mother as she ran a claw across Rooks head, stroking his new 3 horned crest upon his head.

Tequila groaned in irritations as she crawled out from under a table, her fingers burnt and raw from the constant mending of wires and fiddling with electrical equipment. It infuriated her how the alien bastards had some reason damaged the control panel, leaving her to rewire part of the system to make it work.

Her new found companion Larry, was partly helpful in fixing the control panel. But now was the time for trial and error, as Tequilas hands pushed and poked at buttons at Larry's request until she pulled a lever and sparks exploded from the controls making her jump back in alarm.

The walls hummed loudly, and lights began to flicker to life all over the place. The marine shielded her eyes from the bright glow, until they slowly adjusted to the light.

Looking around, she cursed to herself as she realised there was a window above her control panel, looking out upon the steam turbines and conductors that appeared have been tampered with.

"YES! LIGHT!" bellowed Larry through the datapad, making Tequila roll her eyes in annoyance before grasping at her shotgun.

"Oh no… no no!" said Larry his voice betraying his alarm.

"They closed off one of the tubes to the turbines, if the valve isn't closed, the pressure will cause the place to explode!" announced Larry in alarm, Tequila cursed under her breath, why couldn't anything ever be easy as flicking on a light switch.

Moving towards a door, the marine kicked the obstacle off its hinges and strolled out onto a catwalk overlooking the turbines.
It was stifling hot in the room, and Tequila was sweating bullets as she navigated the cat walk, moving lower and lower into the abyss amongst the thundering machinery below.

Halfway down, an ear splitting screech ruptured the air making Tequila curse under her breath and look around the dimly lit room. Her motion tracker went wild, sounding off multiple hostiles as they moved unseen in the room around her.

Tequila ran along the cat walk, hands gripping her weapon tightly in preparation for a fight. As she neared the next flight of stairs, a blur shot out of the shadows of the machinery beside her and she yelled loudly as an alien tackled her off the catwalk.

The marines yells echoed around the room as she free fall onto the next catwalk several meters below, upon impact, her weapon was set flying somewhere else and out of arms reach. Leaving the groaning and marine to sit upright unarmed as she looked around, adrenaline pumping through her veins and numbing the pain coursing through her back.

The an alien effortlessly pounced from above, landing on the catwalk with a loud thump, before turning its fang filled jaws towards Tequila. The marine reacted instantly, her hand flying to her waist and drawing her side arm.

A burst of 9mm projectiles slammed into the aliens chest, making it stagger back slightly as blood split upon the platform. Seeing her adversary still standing, the marine let loose another burst of lead from her weapon, slamming the creature across the shoulder and making it tumble off the catwalk screaming in pain.

Getting to her feet, Tequila saw her pulse rifle a few feet away and sprinted towards the weapon. Only for another alien to pounce from the shadows and knock her to the ground.

Foul breath slammed into the marines face, and claws pinned her to the ground. Before she could react the alien lunched with its jaws, sinking its long fangs into her right shoulder. She screamed and shoved her pistol against its neck, suddenly another set of jaws seemed to crunch down upon her flesh and she screamed as she fired her weapon.

Blood splattered across the railing beside her, and the alien slumped against her dead.
Tequila shoved the corpse to the side before its blood touched her, forcefully removing its jaws from her tender flesh and looking at the bleeding wound.

She flinched as pain shot through her body before reaching down to her belt, grabbing a stim she suddenly ripped the top off with her teeth and jabbed a needle into the wound. The marine hissed at the sudden pain, but relaxed as the painkiller and healing agent slowly came into effect, stopping the blooding almost instantly.

But the motion trackers loud whines of movement reminded her she still wasn't done, holstering the pistol and grabbing her pulse rifle. Tequila raised the weapon and discharged a long burst at something moving across the room, a pained scream greeted her ears in reply until suddenly nothing.

The motion tracker went silent, and Tequila slowly moved lower and lower into the room, looking for the valve that would release the pressure building up in the pipes.

"Hey you still their? I heard gunfire" came Larry's voice out of now where, causing the marine to flinch slightly.

"Just a bug problem, now where is that valve Larry!" snapped Tequila, before groaning in pain as the adrenaline began to fade and her wounds became noticeable.

"It should be on the ground floor, it's a large red pipe you can't miss it" looking over the railing at the floor below, sure enough was a giant pipe about 1 meter in diameter stretching across the room.

Leaning over the railing, Tequila raised her rifle and fired upon the pipe. Watching with satisfaction as the projectiles ripped through the metal causing steam to hiss loudly into the air. That was one problem taken care of, or so she thought.

"Did you just shoot the pipe?!" yelled Larry in alarm, Tequilia triumphant smile faded slightly at the man's alarm, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

As if confirming her thoughts, the pipe suddenly tore itself apart with an angry screech of metal. The marine spun on her heals and bolted up the catwalk, momentarily forgetting her wounds as she raced upwards away from the boiling hot cloud of vaporised water filling the room.

But as she ran, she didn't hear the ping of her motion tracker until something jumped down from the ceiling. There was no time to stop, and Tequila's world went dark as something hard slammed into her face.

All Cathy could feel was pain, monstrous pain all across her body as she hung their loosely in the restraints. She wanted to cry so badly, to scream out against her captive, to demand why they were treating her like some unintelligent animal.

But how could you cry with no eyes, how could you speak when you had no voice. Cathy could only whimper softly in pain as she flexed the fingers on the small arms crutched against her armoured like chest, like the rest of her body they too were chained together, making it hard to move them comfortably. Her other larger arms were shackled with thick metal bars that hurt and rubbed her flesh raw, and she was getting terrible cramps in her muscles from the odd position.

Taking in a shaky breath, Cathy looked towards the one window in her dark room, her one source of light and comfort. On the other side she could see the blurred forms of people, surrounding by a murky glowing aura of colour. But she seen enough movies to know scientist clothing when she saw one, even with her now horrible vision.

They just stood their goggling at her, like she was something new to analyze. And while she was new, Cathy wasn't some animal to be toyed with, she was a human being! Or was a human, until she found that stupid egg with that snake thing inside it.

Cathy shuddered at the memory of that snake sliding down her throat, at the burning sensation across her body. Her insides crawled at the mere memory a few days ago.

'Focus on other stuff Cathy, breath' she thought to herself, taking a deep lung full of air to calm herself. Then it happened again, she felt the urges. The desire to sink her new teeth into soft human flesh, to break free and made a nest. She didn't know how or why but she kept getting images of odd corrugate and organic looking walls, as well as other things like more of the eggs with humans stuck to the walls unconscious.

She shivered at the… desire she felt for it, something made her want that. She wanted to escape, to cacoon these horrible scientist for letting her suffer, to somehow make these eggs. To have children…

Cathy felt like crying again as a painful memory came to her mind, of the pain she felt and the blood on her bed sheet. Of the horrified look on her husband's face as she woke screaming, then the horrible doctor visit. Cathy whimpered again as she remembered what the doctor said about her miscarriage, that she'll never be able to have children. That her insides just couldn't handle the burden of producing a baby.

Cathy's tail twitched and shook against its restraints, and her fingers clenched into fist as the painful memories of what happened next. Of coming home to her house empty, with her husband's stuff missing from their bedroom and a note on the bed.

"Mr Weyland sir, may I present to you the Queen of species XX13" suddenly said a loud voice that drew Cathy's attention elsewhere, her gaze settled upon a bold headed man standing before the glass looking in her direction, with another man beside him.

But this other man, something felt off about him, his aura was dull and murky, like the machines she could hear all around her.
This Weyland guy moved closer to glass, fixing her with a gaze that made her blood run cold and a shiver shake her body.

"Remarkable professor, a truly fine specimen, when will she begin producing?" ask Weyland calmly.

'Producing?' thought Cathy in confusion, what would she be producing? Confusion etched into her mind, Cathy continued to listen in on the conversation.

"We are unsure when sir, but rest assured we are ready to begin introducing the eggs to host" said the scientist guy confidently, Cathy's inside did a backflip in horror as she thought of something.

She felt the need to make eggs, they wanted her to make eggs so they could infect more people like herself. To make more monstrosities like she was right now, raged swelled inside her at the thought. How could they do that to poor people, what gave these people the right to strip someone of their humanity?

"Excellent, I look forward to seeing if this species share the same lethal reproduction abilities as the Xenomorphs" this time Cathy did scream in rage at these people, how could they be so cold and heartless?

They talked about risking people's lives, and for what, research? Her whole body quivered in rage, then it dawned on her that they were also using people for these 'Xenomorphs' whatever those where. She think she remembered them being some dangerous animals found on a few colonies, but this place didn't have those kind of creatures.

"Fascinating, that is the first time she has made a sound" said the scientist guy looking intrigued, Cathy snapped her jaws at the man in reply, struggling against her restraints.

"Perhaps enough humanity remains for her to guess our intentions, proceed with caution professor, I want to know more about these failed experiments the Yautja left for us" Cathy felt another wave of confusion, great another alien name she never heard of, what was a Yautja, and what did he mean she was a failure?

Suddenly memories flashed in her mind, memories of pain and horror, of masked men with spears and blades ripping apart flesh in bloody battles. It made her quiver in fear as she saw countless images of brutality, of creatures like herself being slaughtered for what look like sport in some arenas.

'No no no!' thought Cathy in horror, she couldn't let this happen, she couldn't let people die like that. With a roar she snapped one of her arm restraints and sirens sounded around her.

Cathy woke with a start and gasped loudly for air, her panic must have transferred to her children, as several drones dropped what they were doing and rushed inside the egg chamber towards her.

"MOTHER!" they cried in worry, rushing up to climb the walls and pillars holding her in place.

She purred softly as her children looked her over for wounds, as they scanned the room for danger. Calming herself from the dream, Cathy beckoned soothing thoughts to the drones around her.

"Calm yourself children, I am unharmed… it was nothing more than a nightmare" she said soothingly as she gently touched and stroked the drones, thanking them for the concern before sending them back into the nest interior.

She watched them go with a warm smile, before sighing loudly. Cathy wasn't sure if what she did was the right choice. That following her new instincts was really a suitable option she chose. While Cathy was thankful for a new and loving family, one that she was slowly nurturing as it grew into something amazing.

The former colonist couldn't help but feel sorrow at letting go of her humanity, or leaving behind everything she once knew for this new life. She was an alien, something people truly feared. And honestly her children weren't the friendliest in appearance, but they were her children and she still loved them, even if they were not truly hers she would still love them as her own.

Casting her mind out into the nest, she purred softly and began to sing a warm cheerful tune as her drones worked to build the nest. As he warriors stood tall and ready to defend everyone, her attention lingered momentarily over the field commander called Rook.

He was something interesting, through him she learnt what a Xenomorph was, and it made her shiver at how those murdering monsters were so similar to her own people. But the former marine had something she desperately needed, he had leadership.

She saw how he spoke, how he walked and thought. Cathy sensed the former marines all stand taller when he neared, how they sometimes gave him mental salutes as they recognised his mind. Or maybe it was the funny marks on his skull that look like scars, Cathy wasn't sure why he had them but oh well.

Either way, Cathy felt safer watching the warrior prepare his brethren for battle. After greeting his warriors, Cathy had told the former marine of the danger she felt growing in the colony above. So in response Rook was organising an assault squad, it made her truly proud to see her newest child grow so quickly.

Trailing away from the warriors, a sudden and dark sensation raced through her. Her singing stopped and was replaced with a sadden whine as she felt several of her children just vanish. They were far away, but she still felt the pain and suffering as her children were killed.

'That marine will pay for this' hissed Cathy in her mind as she saw a brief and familiar image from the last thoughts of her dead children, it was the female marine who wore no armour.
The woman had already killed her former field commander, now she just wiped out several drones and reactivated the power for the colony.

'Curse that woman, it took so long to shut that place down' she thought, it was an irritation that one mere human was causing so much damage, but she would be dealt with eventually.

Cathy would see to that, one way or another the troublesome marine would be either assimilated into the nest, or eliminated from this planet.

WALLA!

Part 3 of this silly little series that I think I'll discontinue, it was fun to write while it lasted but I lost motivation to continue the series as about 7 other stories have popped into my workload that I'm trying to write!
Plus possibly my first CrossOver series between Mass Effect and Jurassic World, who wants to see a Jane Shepard be able to TF into an Indominus rex? Cause that's what I working on lately heheh ^.=.^;

Enjoy the next 2 chapters of this work I hope it may have entertained a few people.