(AN: Apologies. Experienced a whole day of black out so I was unable to update. Here's the chappie. Enjoy )
Midnight.
Exactly 12:00 AM.
Inside the quiet apartment rented under Stark's wallet, Elias slept peacefully.
The room was dark.
Silent.
Then a translucent blue screen appeared in the air above his bed.
The System.
A soft chime echoed.
Elias' eyes cracked open slightly.
"…not now."
He rolled over, dragging the quilt tighter around himself and hugging the pillow.
Then promptly went back to sleep.
The system remained hovering.
Ignored.
Unacknowledged.
It continued regardless.
[Notification!
Weekly Task Refreshed!
Task #1: Conquer Wanda Maximoff of this timeline. (New)
Task #2: Not completed in time.
Preparing emergency deployment…
Destination: World of Alien vs. Predator 1
Help the Yautja hunt all xenomorphs.
Countdown Initiated
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Elias shifted in his sleep.
Completely unaware.
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His breathing deepened.
He had already entered deep sleep.
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Far away.
In the freezing waters near Antarctica.
A massive research vessel owned by Weyland Corporation cut through the icy ocean.
The expedition team had gathered inside a large conference room on the ship.
A projection screen displayed satellite images of the mysterious pyramid buried beneath the ice.
At the front of the room stood the aging industrialist Charles Bishop Weyland, leaning lightly on his cane.
Beside him stood the expedition guide Alexa Woods.
And nearby, the lead archaeologist Sebastian De Rosa examined the strange hieroglyphs shown on the screen.
They were discussing the recent discovery.
"A perfectly straight shaft through two thousand feet of ice," Sebastian said in amazement.
"That kind of precision would require advanced drilling equipment."
"But the satellite scan shows no machinery," another scientist added.
Charles Weyland smiled faintly.
"Which is exactly why we're here."
Alexa crossed her arms slightly.
"So something carved a tunnel straight down to the structure."
"Exactly," Weyland said.
"And we're about to find out what."
At that exact moment,
The air above the conference table twisted violently.
A flash of light exploded in the center of the room.
No one had time to react.
WHOOOSH
CRASH!
A full-sized bed dropped directly onto the conference table.
Wood splintered.
Chairs fell over.
Documents flew everywhere.
And on top of the mattress, still wrapped in his quilt, was Elias.
Pillow under his arm.
Hair messy.
Looking exactly like someone who had been teleported out of sleep.
For two seconds, nobody spoke.
The entire room stared.
Then the security team reacted instantly.
"CONTACT!"
"MOVE MOVE MOVE!"
Dozens of rifles were raised.
Red laser sights instantly covered Elias.
Chest. Head. Forehead.
Elias groaned.
"…what the hell…"
His eyes slowly opened.
The first thing he saw, Red dots.
Lots of red dots.
"…am I dying?"
He slowly pushed himself up.
Still sitting on the mattress.
Confused.
Very confused.
Across the room Sebastian De Rosa stepped forward slightly beside Alexa Woods.
"…Who are you?"
Elias blinked slowly.
His brain still half asleep.
"…hmm?"
He looked around the room.
Scientists. Guards. Rifles. Lasers.
"…hmmm?"
Several guards stepped closer.
"GET ON THE FLOOR!"
"HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!"
One soldier shoved the barrel of his rifle against the back of Elias' head.
"MOVE!"
The cold metal pressed against his skull.
Elias' eye twitched.
He slowly exhaled
.
"…I just woke up."
Another soldier moved closer and pointed his rifle directly at Elias' face.
"DON'T TRY ANYTHING!"
Elias stared at the man for a moment.
Then sighed.
"…I'm not dealing with this."
He whispered calmly.
"Time Stop."
Instantly, the world froze.
Every soldier. Every scientist. Every flickering light.
Everything stopped.
The red laser sights hung motionless in the air.
Elias stretched lazily on the mattress.
"…unbelievable."
He floated up from the bed.
Then casually levitated the entire thing with him.
Mattress. Pillow. Quilt. Everything.
He glanced around the frozen conference room.
"…I need somewhere quiet."
Leaving the frozen room behind, Elias floated down the ship's corridor.
Passing motionless crew members.
Frozen footsteps.
Suspended coffee cups.
Eventually he found a small unused crew cabin deeper inside the ship, just enough for the bed to get in, if he tried very carefully.
"Perfect."
He guided the floating bed inside.
Set it down gently.
Then turned toward the direction of the conference room.
"…this never happened."
He raised a hand.
"Obliviate."
A wave of magic spread through the ship.
Memories erased.
Moments deleted.
Elias climbed back into bed.
Quilt pulled up.
Pillow under his head.
The entire bed looking completely out of place inside the small metallic room.
He exhaled slowly.
"…finally."
His eyelids were already closing again when he remembered something.
"Ah… right."
Half asleep, he raised one hand lazily.
A faint ripple of dark energy formed beside the bed.
From the shadow emerged a familiar figure.
Kristen.
Elias barely opened one eye to look at her.
"Kristen."
She immediately knelt beside the bed.
"Yes, Master."
Elias spoke slowly, clearly running on the last scraps of consciousness.
"You're going to infiltrate the humans on this ship."
Kristen waited silently.
"Take one of them and make sure they don't wake for the next 24… just don't target the guide."
He yawned.
"…assume their identity."
A small pulse of energy transferred from Elias' hand into Kristen's mind.
Basic knowledge of this world flowed into her thoughts.
Images.
Creatures.
Alien architecture.
A pyramid buried beneath ice.
"Your mission," Elias continued drowsily, "is simple."
He shifted under the blanket.
"Destroy the temple… or eliminate every Xenomorph you find."
Another yawn escaped him.
"This is basically the punishment directive anyway."
His voice grew softer.
"Help the Yautja hunters finish their hunt."
Kristen lowered her head.
"As you command."
Elias waved his hand weakly. Time resumed just like that.
"…good."
Then he rolled over.
"…don't wake me unless the world is ending."
Within seconds, he was asleep again.
Kristen silently stood.
Her eyes glowed faintly for a moment.
Then she stepped into the corridor.
It didn't take long.
The ship was filled with scientists, technicians, and assistants.
Many of them unimportant.
Disposable.
One woman walked alone through a hallway carrying equipment cases toward the staging area.
She never even had time to scream.
The corridor lights flickered once.
Then returned to normal.
A moment later—
The woman continued walking.
Except it wasn't her anymore.
Kristen now wore her face perfectly.
Her voice.
Her posture.
Her uniform badge.
The name tag on her chest read:
Dr. Elaine Porter — Geology Assistant
Kristen glanced at the tag briefly.
"…acceptable."
She walked toward the staging area where the expedition team was preparing.
The infiltration had begun.
Hours later.
The ship finally reached the coordinates.
Inside the command room, Charles Bishop Weyland stood firmly before his assembled team.
"We move forward," he said confidently.
The old industrialist's voice carried authority.
"We didn't come all this way to turn back now."
Beside him, Alexa Woods studied the images carefully.
Something about the situation bothered her.
But the decision had already been made.
Nearby, archaeologist Sebastian De Rosa was visibly excited.
"A structure this old beneath Antarctica…"
He shook his head in disbelief.
"This could rewrite human history."
Hidden among the expedition members stood Kristen.
Now Dr. Elaine Porter.
Quiet.
Observant.
Waiting.
Above the clouds far beyond human detection—
A cloaked Yautja ship hovered in orbit.
Moments later—
A beam of blinding energy fired downward.
A massive laser struck the Antarctic ice.
From space it carved a perfectly straight shaft thousands of feet deep.
When the expedition team detected the event on their instruments, the room erupted in alarm.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Thermal spike detected!"
"Something just drilled straight through the ice!"
Alexa stared at the readings.
"…it just made our job easier."
Despite the mystery, Weyland only smiled.
"Excellent."
His cane struck the floor lightly.
"Prepare the descent team."
Soon the expedition gathered at the massive hole carved through the ice.
The shaft descended like a perfectly cut tunnel into darkness.
Lights illuminated the smooth frozen walls.
Equipment was prepared.
Ropes anchored.
The first team began descending.
One by one they lowered themselves down into the frozen shaft.
Scientists.
Security personnel.
Technicians.
Among them—
Alexa Woods.
Sebastian De Rosa.
Several armed guards.
And quietly mixed into the group—
Dr. Elaine Porter.
Kristen.
She descended calmly along the ropes.
Watching.
Learning.
Calculating.
Thousands of feet down—
The expedition finally reached the bottom.
Before them stood an enormous stone structure buried beneath the ice.
Ancient.
Silent.
Massive doors carved with strange hieroglyphs.
Sebastian stared in awe.
"My god…"
"This place…"
Alexa stepped forward slowly.
"…it's a pyramid."
The team moved deeper.
Through massive stone corridors.
Past ancient carvings depicting strange creatures.
Creatures that looked disturbingly familiar.
Finally—
They arrived inside a vast ceremonial chamber.
At the center stood a towering altar.
Ancient.
Waiting.
Unknowingly—
The humans had just stepped directly into the hunting ground of the Yautja.
And hidden among them…
Kristen silently observed everything.
Following her master's orders.
.
.
.
It happened the moment the first human stepped on the ancient staircase.
A deep mechanical rumble echoed throughout the pyramid buried beneath the ice.
CLUNK.
Stone shifted.
Hidden mechanisms older than recorded history awakened.
The ritual had begun.
Outside the temple entrance, several Weyland Corporation security guards stood watch near the shaft leading back to the surface.
Their breath fogged in the freezing Antarctic air.
One of them turned his head.
"…did you hear that?"
Too late.
Three cloaked figures suddenly shimmered into existence.
The Yautja hunters had arrived.
Blades flashed.
A plasma caster hummed.
The guards barely had time to react.
THWIP
A razor-sharp wrist blade pierced one guard's chest.
Another was lifted off the ground before his spine was ripped out with brutal efficiency.
The third managed to fire a single shot before a plasma bolt blew through his torso.
Within seconds—
The outside security team was completely wiped out.
The ritual demanded prey.
And the hunt had officially begun.
Deep inside the pyramid, the humans had no idea what had just started.
The group exploring the altar chamber had barely begun examining the strange architecture when the ground suddenly trembled.
Stone walls shifted.
Hidden doors slammed shut.
Panels slid across the exits.
"What's happening?!" someone shouted.
The chamber reconfigured itself like a living machine.
Several members of the expedition were suddenly separated from the others.
Among those trapped inside one of the newly formed chambers,
Was Dr. Elaine Porter.
Or rather…
Kristen.
The room resembled some kind of sacrificial pit.
Stone restraints snapped out from the walls, locking several unfortunate humans in place.
One man struggled desperately.
"What is this?! LET ME GO!"
Another scientist screamed as mechanical clamps held her arms.
Above them,
Something moved.
From hidden compartments in the ceiling, large eggs began lowering into the chamber.
Wet.
Organic. Alien.
The moment they touched the floor,
They opened.
With a sickening wet sound.
Inside each egg, something stirred.
Then, facehuggers leapt out.
The parasitic creatures launched themselves at the trapped humans.
Screams filled the chamber.
One landed directly onto a man's face.
Its tail wrapped tightly around his neck.
Another attached itself to a woman before she could even scream.
One jumped straight toward Kristen.
In a single motion, her hand transformed.
Metal rippled across her arm.
Her fingers elongated and fused together.
Forming a blade.
SLASH
The creature was cut cleanly in half mid-air.
Its acidic blood splattered across the stone floor.
Kristen didn't even flinch.
She looked around at the rest of the chamber.
Every other human was already unconscious.
Facehuggers attached.
The parasites had already begun implanting embryos.
Kristen's expression remained completely neutral.
"Directive acknowledged."
Her master's order echoed in her mind.
These creatures don't deserve to mature.
Her left arm shifted again.
Metal rearranged itself into a rotating circular saw.
Her right arm transformed into a flamethrower nozzle.
The chamber filled with roaring fire.
FWOOOOSH
Flames engulfed the eggs.
The saw tore through clusters of facehuggers before they could move.
Acidic blood sizzled on the stone floor.
Within moments,
The sacrificial chamber was silent again.
Every egg destroyed.
Every parasite incinerated.
No Xenomorph would be born here.
Deep within the pyramid…
Something enormous stirred.
The Xenomorph Queen.
She had been laying eggs continuously in the central nest chamber.
But suddenly,
She felt it.
The destruction.
Dozens of eggs gone.
Her offspring… erased.
A shriek of rage echoed through the hive.
The Queen adapted immediately.
More eggs opened in other chambers.
Facehuggers scattered throughout the temple corridors.
They would find other hosts.
Elsewhere in the pyramid,
The three Yautja hunters had already entered the structure.
Their helmets scanned the corridors.
Thermal vision highlighted every moving creature.
They had expected the usual prey.
Humans.
Xenomorphs.
Instead
Their displays showed something unusual.
In the sacrificial chamber
A single figure surrounded by destroyed eggs.
Their helmets recorded the carnage.
A lone human standing amidst the ruins.
One hunter tilted his head.
Another activated a targeting scan.
This prey had destroyed an entire spawn chamber alone.
The hunt recalculated.
The humans were no longer the primary challenge.
Even the Queen momentarily became secondary.
The hunters silently acknowledged the new target.
Kristen.
Meanwhile
Kristen forced open the sealed chamber door with raw strength.
Metal bent.
Stone cracked.
She stepped into the corridor beyond.
Her internal sensors scanned the entire structure.
Heat signatures.
Movement.
Egg clusters.
Facehugger dispersal.
But the Queen's location remained hidden.
However
She did detect something else.
A large nest chamber.
Filled with eggs.
Hundreds of them.
Her objective was clear.
"That is the primary target."
Kristen began moving through the temple corridors toward the nest.
Unaware that three elite alien hunters were already tracking her movements.
Elsewhere in the temple
The remaining human group pushed deeper inside.
Led by Alexa Woods, Sebastian De Rosa, and Charles Bishop Weyland.
They moved cautiously through the shifting architecture.
Suddenly
CLICK
A floor panel collapsed.
Four members of the expedition fell into a hidden pit.
"HELP!"
"We're down here!"
Fortunately
They were still alive.
But the rest of the team had no way to reach them quickly.
Alexa cursed under her breath.
"We'll come back for them!"
They continued deeper into the pyramid.
Unaware that several facehuggers were already crawling silently toward the trapped survivors.
Within minutes
Four new hosts would be impregnated.
And soon
Four new Xenomorphs would be born.
Far above the chaos.
On a quiet research ship floating in Antarctic waters
Inside a small crew cabin.
Elias slept peacefully.
Wrapped tightly in his quilt.
Pillow hugged comfortably under his arm.
Completely unaware that an interspecies hunting ritual, alien infestation, and three elite hunters were currently unfolding below the ice.
He snored softly.
.
.
.
The nest chamber burned.
Eggs burst under rotating metal teeth as Kristen's saw-arm tore through the clustered mass of leathery pods.
Her flamethrower roared.
FWOOOOOSH
Orange fire engulfed the chamber, reducing entire rows of Xenomorph eggs into blackened husks.
Acidic blood hissed against the ancient stone floor.
Kristen paused for half a second.
Her sensors detected movement.
Three signatures.
Approaching fast.
From the corridor entrance
Three towering figures stepped into the chamber.
Cloaked silhouettes shimmered before fully revealing themselves.
Each stood over seven feet tall.
Armor plated.
Bladed weapons extending from their wrists.
Their biomasks glowed faintly as they scanned the burning room.
The ritual hunters.
The Yautja.
Their heads tilted as they analyzed the destruction.
Destroyed eggs.
Burned parasites.
Acid scars on the floor.
And at the center of it all
Kristen.
Her mechanical arm still glowing from heat.
The hunters immediately spread out, surrounding her.
Blades extended.
Their stance made their intent obvious.
Prey.
Kristen calmly turned toward them.
Her mission directive from Elias was clear.
Assist the hunters in eliminating the Xenomorph infestation.
But communication was… problematic.
Kristen tilted her head slightly.
Then she activated one of the unique authorities granted to her.
As the Left Hand she has the power to summon her master's summons.
Space beside her distorted slightly.
A tall armored Yautja materialized next to her.
Unlike the three ritual hunters, this one immediately knelt on one knee.
The sudden appearance of another member of their species made the three hunters freeze.
They stared.
Confusion.
Suspicion.
They had never seen this hunter before.
Yet he stood among them like one of their own.
Kristen transmitted her intent to the summoned hunter.
Assist the ritual.
Destroy the Xenomorph infestation.
Preserve the honor of the hunt.
The kneeling Yautja rose and turned toward the three hunters.
Then he spoke.
Clicks.
Growls.
Harsh alien syllables filled the chamber.
The ritual hunters listened carefully.
They understood the language.
The message was clear.
Kristen was claiming to help their hunt.
Silence filled the chamber for a few seconds.
One of the hunters stepped forward.
He gestured toward the destroyed eggs around them.
Then he spoke sharply.
More aggressive clicks and growls.
Kristen's summoned hunter translated internally.
Their response was simple.
They questioned her methods.
The ritual required Xenomorphs to be born.
Young hunters were meant to prove themselves against living prey.
But Kristen had already destroyed dozens of eggs.
There were barely any aliens left.
She had disrupted the ritual.
Then another issue arose.
The three hunters turned their attention to the Yautja standing beside Kristen.
None of them recognized him.
Their kind had strict traditions.
Every hunter clan knew one another.
And there was something else…
Something far more disturbing.
The summoned Yautja clearly obeyed Kristen.
That was unacceptable.
The Yautja were the greatest hunters in the galaxy.
They bowed to no one.
Yet this one followed her commands like a subordinate.
The hunters slowly raised their weapons again.
Decision made.
If this outsider interfered with the ritual
Then she would become prey.
Both of them.
Elsewhere in the pyramid
Chaos reigned.
Alexa Woods, Sebastian De Rosa, and the last two remaining guards ran through the shifting corridors.
Behind them
Facehuggers skittered across the floor.
A newly born Xenomorph lunged from the shadows.
One of the guards fired wildly.
BANG BANG BANG
The alien collapsed with a screech.
But another dropped from the ceiling.
The guard didn't even see it.
A tail pierced straight through his skull.
"RUN!" Alexa shouted.
They sprinted toward the exit tunnel.
Behind them
More Xenomorphs began retreating deeper into the pyramid.
Something was calling them.
The Queen.
Deep within the central chamber
Massive chains snapped.
Stone anchors cracked.
The gigantic Xenomorph Queen finally broke free from her restraints.
Her shriek echoed through the pyramid like thunder.
Her children immediately gathered around her.
The hunt had changed.
Now it was war.
Back in the nest chamber
Kristen moved first.
Her arm-blade flashed forward.
The nearest Yautja blocked with his wrist gauntlet.
CLANG
Sparks exploded.
Another hunter fired his plasma caster.
Kristen leapt sideways.
The plasma bolt blasted a crater into the stone wall.
Her summoned Yautja roared and charged.
Blades clashed.
Metal screeched.
The hunters were incredibly fast.
One of them spun behind Kristen and slashed.
Her arm morphed instantly into a shield.
The blade scraped across hardened alloy.
Another hunter lunged forward with a spear.
Kristen caught it mid-strike.
Her grip crushed the weapon shaft before she kicked the hunter across the chamber.
The fight escalated rapidly.
Two hunters against Kristen.
One against her summoned ally.
Their movements were blindingly fast.
Claws.
Blades.
Plasma fire.
Flames erupted again as Kristen's flamethrower blasted one of the hunters backward.
The chamber shook from the violence.
But suddenly
Everyone stopped.
Movement filled the corridor entrance.
Sleek shapes crawled into the chamber.
Xenomorphs.
And behind them
The Queen herself.
Towering.
Massive.
Her crown scraping the ceiling.
The hunters immediately recognized the situation.
Their weapons were already partially depleted from fighting Kristen.
If they continued fighting each other
They would all die.
One hunter raised his hand.
A gesture.
Truce.
Kristen paused.
She looked at the approaching swarm.
Then nodded.
Her summoned Yautja clicked confirmation to the other three.
Temporary alliance.
The hunters accepted.
Kristen raised her hand again.
Space rippled beside her.
One more Yautja materialized.
Also armored and immediately joining the formation.
The ritual hunters stared briefly.
Five Yautja now stood ready.
Kristen did not summon the evolved Xenomorph under Elias' command.
She understood that would only cause misunderstanding.
Instead
They faced the swarm together.
Formation established.
Kristen + 5 Yautja Hunters
versus
16 Xenomorphs and the Queen.
The Queen shrieked.
The chamber exploded into violence.
At the same time
Alexa, Sebastian, and the final surviving guard finally climbed out of the temple shaft.
They collapsed onto the Antarctic ice.
Panting.
Exhausted.
But alive.
Then they looked around.
And froze.
The surface camp had been slaughtered.
Bodies lay scattered across the snow.
Some sliced cleanly in half.
Others missing limbs.
Blood had frozen into dark red crystals across the ice.
Sebastian slowly turned in horror.
"…What the f—"
He couldn't even finish the sentence.
End of Chapter