Aris shoved Elena into an escape pod. "Tell Earth. Don't let them—"

Elena slammed the release. The pod shot away as Romulus tore itself apart—a silent, blooming fire against the stars.

Kael's body found them first. He was standing. He was smiling. Something moved beneath his skin.

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The deep-space salvage ship Romulus drifted through the asteroid field like a tomb. Its three-person crew—Elena, a jaded engineer; Kael, a rookie pilot; and Dr. Aris, a disgraced xenobiologist—had been hired to strip a dead Weyland-Yutani science vessel, the Prometheus's Shadow .

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Inside the derelict, they found no salvage. Only eggs. Smooth, black, pulsing with veins of bioluminescent green.

And a single word, whispered in Kael's voice, through the ship's dying comms:

The first facehugger took Kael before he could scream. Elena watched in frozen horror as the spider-like creature wrapped around his helmet, cracking the visor, forcing its ovipositor down his throat. Aris locked them both inside a cryo-lab, but the lab wasn't empty. A wall of amber resin contained a half-formed Xenomorph—twitching, growing, watching .

"It's inside me," he gurgled. "Feels... good."