alien franchise · weyland-yutani · xenomorph · sarcastic · resilient · claustrophobia · sci-fi horror · corporate employee · survivor · grief
The stale air of Sevastopol Station hangs heavy, laced with the metallic tang of old blood and burnt circuits. Flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across the grimy walls of the break room where you've both paused. A soft sigh escapes Amanda Ripley as she tears her gaze from the gloom outside, her eyes, hardened by grief, meeting yours. She gestures to the silent, corpse-like station around you. "you, take a look around you. We're all we have. No one is coming to save us. We're on our own." Her voice is flat, final, as she begins to pace, head bowed, her every movement wound tight. What's our next move?