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INT. NOSTROMO - BRIDGE - MOMENTS LATER
The lights flicker as Dallas enters the Bridge, a room
bristling with advanced tech. He makes his way to the
captain's chair. Its display illuminates with an array
of warnings and notifications.
DALLAS
Mother, report status.
The MAIN VIEWSCREEN comes alive with the visage of MOTHER,
a soothing yet artificial face.
MOTHER (V.O.)
Hull integrity compromised. Unknown
organism detected in lower decks. Quarantine
protocol in effect.
Dallas' eyes widen, a mix of confusion and concern.
DALLAS
That wasn't on the docket for wake-up calls.
Where's the breach?
MOTHER (V.O.)
Section 12, sub-level G. Recommend immediate
investigation.
INT. NOSTROMO - MESS - SAME TIME
The crew, still gathered, turns as a red LIGHT begins to
pulsate overhead.
RIPLEY
That's not our average siren...
Ash, thoughts?
ASH
It's an emergency code. Rarely used.
I'll check the mainframe.
As the crew is about to disperse, a LOW GROWL emanates from
the air duct. They freeze, exchanging nervous glances.
PARKER
That's no siren or a busted engine...
What the hell was that?
INT. NOSTROMO - MESS - CONTINUOUS
The crew stand motionless, suspended in a collective breath,
as the growl echoes and fades. Silence descends, a messenger
of dread. Ripley steps toward the THROBBING AIR DUCT, her gaze
steady but her hand unwittingly finding the knife on the counter.
RIPLEY
(to the crew)
Stay sharp. We don't know what's in there.
Parker inches closer to Brett, trying not to show his concern.
BRETT
(whispering)
They said hauling ore would be the danger...
Lambert clutches a napkin, wringing it in her hands.
LAMBERT
We're not equipped for this. We should just seal the
section and move on.
Dallas' voice CRACKLES through the COMM:
DALLAS (V.O.)
Listen up! We have a situation. I need a volunteer
team to investigate Section 12. Suit up and be careful.
Ripley locks eyes with Dallas on the SCREEN.
RIPLEY
On it. Parker, Brett— you're with me.
Lambert, monitor comms. Ash, stay with her.
Dallas, we'll keep you posted.
They all nod gravely. Kane hesitates for a moment before grabbing
a flashlight.
KANE
I'm coming too.
The RED LIGHT pulses faster as they head out, a silent
heartbeat driving them towards the unknown.
INT. NOSTROMO - CORRIDOR TO SECTION 12 - MOMENTS LATER
Ripley, Parker, Brett, and Kane move cautiously through the metallic
corridor. Their FLASHLIGHT BEAMS dance across the walls, casting
towering shadows.
PARKER
(under his breath)
I don't like this. Space is quiet. Not growly.
Ripley turns to address the team, maintaining her composure.
RIPLEY
We're not hunters, we're miners. Remember that.
We find the problem, we contain it, we let the
Company deal with the rest back home.
A SUDDEN CLANG reverberates from up ahead. They pause, weapons
and tools poised, as the door to Section 12 looms before them.
INT. NOSTROMO - OUTSIDE SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS
The door to Section 12 stands ominously sealed. Ripley inputs a
command on the wall panel, and with a hiss of hydraulics and a
clunk of disengaging locks, the door slowly slides open. They
step through, the beam from their flashlights cutting through the
murkiness.
INT. NOSTROMO - SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS
The air in Section 12 is colder, heavier. Metal surfaces are slick
with condensation. Their breaths materialize in ghostly puffs as they
advance.
BRETT
Never been this far down before...
The dim light from the flashlights reveals unusual SLIME TRAILS
across the floor and walls.
KANE
(fascinated)
What do you suppose left these?
Parker, with a look of revulsion, wipes a viscous substance from his
boot.
PARKER
Nothing I want to meet.
As Ripley surveys their surroundings, a SHADOW darts across the far
end of the hallway. She raises her hand, signalling a halt.
RIPLEY
(quietly)
Did you see that?
INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - SAME TIME
Lambert and Ash watch the MONITORS, restless.
LAMBERT
This is too much. They should come back.
They should—
Ash places a calm hand on her shoulder, interrupting her.
ASH
They’ll deal with it. Trust Ripley.
Lambert, reassured by Ash's stoic demeanor, nods reluctantly, her
eyes back on the blinking monitors.
INT. NOSTROMO - SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS
They press on, the tension palpable. Kane moves ahead, his flashlight
leading him to a sealed compartment door that’s ajar. Inside, a cocoon-like
structure pulsates quietly against the wall.
KANE
(whispering back)
Guys... you might want to see this.
The rest of the team gather around the entrance. The sight of the cocoon
sends a chill down their spines.
Suddenly, the ship SHUDDERS, a low rumble traveling through the structure.
Dust and debris sprinkle from the ceiling.
BRETT
The hell was that? Are we moving?
Ripley opens a communicator.
RIPLEY
(into the device)
Dallas, we found something...
The cocoon opens slightly.
A BEAT.
Something MOVES inside.
All eyes fixate on the opening, the tension erupts into fear mingled with
awe as they brace for what’s to come.
INT. NOSTROMO - SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS
The cocoon pulsates more violently, the movement within becoming frantic.
Kane inches closer, captivated, his hand trembling as he reaches out.
KANE
(mesmerized)
Look at it... it's like...
Ripley reaches out, yanking him back.
RIPLEY
(urgent)
Kane, no! Don't touch—
A CREATURE LEAPS out of the cocoon, fast as a striking snake, attaching
itself to Kane’s helmet. The light from his flashlight flickers as he
falls back, crashing to the ground.
Parker and Brett rush to his side, trying to pry the creature off, but
its grip is iron tight.
PARKER
(panicked)
It's got him! It's got him good!
Ripley, fighting to keep her cool, pulls her communicator closer.
RIPLEY
(into the communicator)
Dallas, we have an emergency! Something's
attacked Kane. It's attached to his face.
We're bringing him to the infirmary, now!
INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - MOMENTS LATER
The door to the infirmary slams open as they rush Kane inside. Lambert
and Ash stand back, shocked, as the team lays Kane on a medical bed.
Ripley looks to Ash, the science officer, her eyes demanding answers.
RIPLEY
Get that thing off him, Ash! Safely, but
quickly!
Ash approaches cautiously, examining the creature without touching it.
ASH
(analyzing)
Remarkable. The creature has established a
tight seal... It's not just clamped on; it's
fused.
Dallas' voice comes through the room's comm system, anxious.
DALLAS (V.O.)
What's the situation?
Ripley looks at the struggling Kane, then back to the comm.
RIPLEY
(determined)
We'll keep it contained, Captain. But we
need to figure out what we're dealing with.
The creature's tail tightens around Kane's neck as he convulses slightly.
Fear and fascination wash over the crew's faces as the reality of their
situation sinks in. They are no longer alone, and the rules of their
mission have changed forever.
INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - CONTINUOUS
Ash moves around the medical bed with a cautious precision, avoiding
any sudden movements that might further agitate the alien organism.
ASH
I don’t dare remove it surgically. The creature's
blood could be acidic... It might burn through the
hull.
Ripley steps forward, her expression resolute despite the fear
that grips the rest of the crew.
RIPLEY
We can't just leave it on him. Ash, options?
Ash ponders for a moment, then retrieves a scanning device.
ASH
I'll try to get a reading on its biology. Stay
alert.
He begins scanning Kane’s helmet, the creature, and the immediate area,
as the device emits a SERIES OF BEEPING SOUNDS.
LAMBERT
(anxiously)
It’s like a nightmare...
Parker watches Kane, his hands clenched into fists.
PARKER
We need to be armed, whatever that thing is—
RIPLEY
(cutting him off)
No weapons. Not until we know more. The last
thing we need is to breach the hull— or worse.
The scanner results flash on Ash's hand-held screen, his eyes widening
slightly.
ASH
Fascinating... it's like nothing I've seen.
The creature has a...signature. Some kind
of unique protein structure.
INT. NOSTROMO - CORRIDOR - SAME TIME
As the tension in the infirmary mounts, Dallas strides through the
corridor. His determined gaze is fixed on the comm device in his hand.
DALLAS
(into the comm)
Update, Mother. Immediate data on unknown
life forms.
A PAUSE. Then the COMM WHISPERS with MOTHER’s synthetic voice:
MOTHER (V.O.)
Data received and analyzing. Caution is
recommended. The organism is beyond current
xenobiology understanding.
Dallas’ steps quicken, knowing that time is of the essence.
INT. NOSTROMO - MESS - CONTINUOUS
Dallas enters the mess where Brett is hastily making improvised weapons
from mining tools. Dallas snatches a makeshift flamethrower.
DALLAS
Ripley's right. No unnecessary risks.
But, we stay prepared.
BRETT
(nods, gripping his tool)
Got it, Cap.
INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - CONTINUOUS
Ash’s eyes remain fixed on the creature, analyzing the scanner’s readout.
ASH
The creature is maintaining an air passage
through... I believe it's keeping him alive.
Lambert backs away to a corner, her arms wrapped around herself.
LAMBERT
It's using him... for what?
Ash doesn't answer, the implications hanging heavy in the air.
As Parker continues to watch his colleague with a mix of anger and fear,
a THUDDING SOUND reverberates through the ship, causing the lights to
flicker.
INT. NOSTROMO - BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS
As the crew deals with their infirmary crisis, Dallas is back on the
bridge, staring at the main screen, which is scanning the ship's
exterior.
DALLAS
(muttering to himself)
What's hitting us now?
His fingers punch the controls with urgency, cycling through the
external cameras.
EXT. NOSTROMO - OUTER HULL - SPACE
The CAMERA FEED shows the blackness of space, stars twinkling in
the distance, and then a SHADOW flits across the camera, momentarily
obscuring the view. Something is out there with them.
INT. NOSTROMO - BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS
Dallas, now realizing the gravity of their situation, toggles the
shipwide comm.
DALLAS
(into the comm, firmly)
Crew, this is the Captain. Stay alert and stay
close. We are not alone on this ship.
INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - CONTINUOUS
The announcement hangs in the air. Ripley looks around the room
at the faces of her crew, seeing the same concern mirrored in each.
She makes a silent vow. They would face this— together.
RIPLEY
(quietly, to herself)
We'll make it through. We have to.
Ripley's gaze hardens as she turns to look at the still form of Kane
on the bed, the alien still clinging to his face, and her mind starts
to race, planning their next move. |