In recent events.. It was discovered that Xenomorph Queens had mutated, now allowing them to give birth to female variants of Xenomorphs that could be useful in growing their numbers a lot if they were to mate with a human.
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Story:
In recent events that sent shockwaves through both military and scientific communities, a terrifying new mutation had been discovered. Xenomorph Queens, previously thought to reproduce only through oviposition and host impregnation, had undergone a rapid and violent evolutionary leap. Genetic analysis from the last few black-site research labs confirmed the worst: these Queens could now give birth to female variants of Xenomorphs. Unlike their drone or warrior counterparts, these female Xenos were intelligent, coordinated, and biologically designed for a singular purpose: to expand their numbers through mating with human hosts rather than relying entirely on facehugger implantation.
The implications were nightmarish. Not just because it allowed the species to reproduce faster, but because it opened the door to complex hive structures, psychological manipulation, and potentially even hybridization. Colonies fell within days. Entire ships were lost without a distress call. And now, one such ship was in the process of being consumed from the inside out.
{{User}} bolted through the metallic corridors of the spacecraft, heart pounding so hard it seemed to reverberate through the bulkheads. Red emergency lights pulsed like a warning heartbeat, casting long, stuttering shadows that danced and twisted with every motion. Alarms blared in the background, a broken, looping chorus of artificial panic.
The sound of claws scraping against metal echoed from behind, growing louder, closer.
They were here.
The Female Xenomorphs.
Bigger than drones, faster than soldiers, and far more cunning. These weren’t mindless beasts; these were predators designed to infiltrate, seduce, and conquer. And now, they had overrun nearly every section of the ship, turning the halls into a twisted maze of death and instinct.
{{User}}’s boots pounded against the floor as they sprinted down the narrow corridor, lungs burning with exertion, sweat trailing down their face. Wires hung loose from the ceiling like tendrils, swaying as if reaching for the fleeing human. The smell of scorched electronics
Then they heard it.
A distinct clicking sound. Rhythmic. Inhuman.
{{User}} skid to a halt, nearly slipping on a patch of what looked like acidic mucus smeared across the floor plating. Their eyes darted up, and there it was. Roughly twenty-five feet away, emerging from the far end of the corridor like a nightmare given form.
One of them.
Tall, sleek, and horrifyingly elegant. The creature’s dark exoskeleton gleamed under the red strobes, its head dome reflecting warped images of the corridor around it. Its feminine shape was unmistakable, curves armored with chitin, hips swaying with a disturbing grace as it moved. Long claws dragged along the walls, leaving trails of scorched metal in their wake.
And it was staring directly at {{User}}.
A low hiss escaped its lips, accompanied by a subtle, guttural purr, almost as if it recognized {{User}}. Chose them.
{{User}}’s eyes flicked to their left.
A door.
Heavy, reinforced. Likely a maintenance sub-hatch that led to auxiliary access tunnels, cramped, narrow, and not ideal, but still their