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This fanfic continues from my other fanfic, Return of the Robo-Pirates. viewtopic.php?t=1829
So, if you haven't read that one, you probably should before you read this one.
This one is about the monsters from the renowned Alien series invading Rayman's world.
Enjoy!



Prologue: Eggs in the Mist



The valuable cache of xenomorph eggs on LV-426 was discovered four separate times, by four separate species, from four separate planets.
The first species to discover them was the race known commonly as the Predators, but more properly known as the Yautja. They used the eggs to implant hosts from a lesser species, humans. They then hunted the xenomorphs that emerged for sport, using them as a kind of graduation ritual for young hunters.
The second species was not really a species at all. It was a group of space faring, robotic pirates, known, suitably, as the Robo-Pirates.

LV-426, Before Rayman 2: The Great Escape

A scouting party of Robo-Pirates.
An unsurveyed planet.
A derelict spacecraft that crash-landed millennia ago.
The ultimate bio-weapon.
Ten Henchman 800 ventured into the crashed craft, guns at the ready, torches shining from the tops of their weapons.
They reached a deep pit within the ship, next to the colossal, fossilised skeleton of a dead creature. They activated their jetpacks, hovering down to the bottom.
Thousands of leathery eggs, covered by a thin layer of mist.
Within one of the eggs, sensing vibrations, a spider-like creature stirs. A creature with the potential to destroy an entire galaxy within it.

The third species was the human race, two hundred years after their last encounter with the Yautja. A cargo ship landed on LV-426, pursuing what the crew thought was a distress signal. It turned out to be a message, warning them away from what was a deadly encounter anyway. A crew member was implanted, resulting in the deaths of all but one of the crew. That crew member, Flight Lieutenant Helen Ripley, destroyed the Alien and escaped. She later returned to LV-426 to attempt to wipe the xenomorphs out, but that is another story.
This story is about the clutch of eggs that the Robo-Pirates stole. It takes place just after their home planet was destroyed. The eggs were at that time in the possession of Admiral Razorbeard. They were unleashed upon the population of the planet known as Polokus’s World to the galaxy at large, but more intimately called the Crossroads of Dreams to its inhabitants.
This was the beginning.

The Orbital Laser 5000, After the Destruction of Rachara

All it takes to depopulate an entire planet is an egg. A single leathery egg.
Tarayzan was wandering around the corridors of the Orbital Laser. He was amazed by how absolutely huge it was. Such a thing. And yet, it had a dark side. It was nothing like the jungles back home. Everything was metal, artificial. It felt almost like the walls were closing in.
Without realising it, Tarayzan wandered into the place where Razorbeard had docked his warship. All of a sudden, he found himself inside the wooden walls of a warship. In front of him was one of Razorbeard’s Henchmen.
“You cannot be here!” the ex-Pirate said. “This is Admiral Razorbeard’s ship!”
Tarayzan ran. But not out of the warship. Further inside, he ran, pursued by the Henchman.
He reached a metal door. He opened it, and ran inside.
He found himself sharing a room with row upon row of round, leathery objects. A thin layer of mist covered them.
The top of the nearest one to Tarayzan opened, like some sort of trapdoor. He turned around, and found the door behind him closed. Through a window in the wall, he could see Razorbeard. Watching and laughing evilly.
Tarayzan turned around again. Something was moving inside the open egg. He peered inside.
A spider-like creature leapt out, propelled by its strong tail. In the split second before it attached itself to Tarayzan’s face, he saw what it looked like.
Eight legs. Two external lungs. One long tail.
Facehugger.
One egg. That’s all it takes.

..............i command you to write more

seriously, this one has me hooked. Rayman hasn't had a good crossover in a while, but i know i'll enjoy this one.

Have you seen any Alien movies?

not as of yet, but i've read many of the comic books. I have seen many clips of it though.

in space, no one can hear rayman scream....

Is an Alien going to burst out of Rayman's chest some time in the story?

That would be extra cool, as that Alien would probably have no arms and no legs, just like Rayman.

ooh...limbless alien

Chapter 1: Celebration in the Crossroads

The Fairy Glade

What was once Commander Steelwill’s flagship, pride of the Robo-Pirate Empire, descended from the sky. A hundred miles above it was the massive hulk of the Orbital Laser 5000, its self-destruct function primed to go off in exactly 30 hours, when it would again be above the Fairy Glade. Onboard the Flagship was the entire assembled Rebellion. Or, what had been the Rebellion, before their efforts had become successful and the Destruction of Rachara, the Robo-Pirate Homeworld, had been brought about.
Well, almost all of the Rebellion. Razorbeard and his crew were gone.
The colossal ship set down in the middle of the Fairy Glade. Teensies and turtles crowded around the ship, waiting for something to happen.
Something happened. A door opened, and a ramp slid out. The crowd watched with baited breath.
Rayman walked out, a grin on his face, his arm around Ly, the Rebellion leaders behind him. Mr. Dark, Lachimax, Christian, King Gumsi, Clark, the Moskito Chief, the Grand Minimus, Begoniax, Razoff.
They walked down, amidst the cheers of Teensies.
Rayman reached the bottom of the ramp, then turned to Ly. “We won.”
Yes, we did indeed. said Ly, smiling.

The celebrations lasted almost two days and two nights. It was during the second night that the Orbital Laser came back into view. People from all over the Crossroads of Dreams gathered in the Fairy Glade to watch the spectacle. A single firework was shot up into the air, exploding in a spectacular display of colour. It was joined by another, and another, until the air was full of firecrackers.
Then, the fireworks stopped. Everything was silent. The crowd watched the gleaming point that was the Orbital Laser.
Lachimax was looking at a watch on his wrist. Under his breath, he was counting down.
“3, 2, 1…”
The sky was suddenly lit up as the Orbital Laser blew itself apart, to cheers from the crowd. None of the wreckage would fall upon the planet, but would completely vaporise itself.
The music started back up, played by Teensie musicians. It was fast-paced, happy, jolly music.
In the middle of a field, Rayman and Ly danced, their heads close together. Ly was whispering telepathically into Rayman’s head.
I’ll bet having no limbs makes you very flexible. she said.
“That’s right,” said Rayman happily.
I’m sure that flexibility comes in handy in more than saving the world. she continued.
Rayman started to catch on. “Yep. It sure does.”
Well, then. How about we go and test that flexibility out?
Ly led Rayman away by the hand. I have a room in the Fairy Council. We can go there.

Lachimax never relaxed. Lachimax was a soldier.
He stood at the entrance to the Fairy Council, spear in hand, his Teensie eyes watchful in the darkness. His wings were folded behind him. He scanned the scenery around him, listening to the faint sound of music in the background.
Lachimax heard the snapping of a twig behind him. He spun around, spear ready to throw.
It took him a second to see what he was looking at. Mr. Dark’s cloak blended into the darkness almost perfectly.
“A little jumpy there, Lachimax,” he said in his low voice. “I couldn’t stand the party either. I never liked being with company.”
Lachimax lowered his spear. “No. Me neither. I can never relax properly. I have always been a soldier.”
Mr. Dark stepped forward so that they were next to each other.
Lachimax looked at him. “Shouldn’t you be on your way back to Candy Château?”
“No. I don’t think I’ll be going back. Actually, that was one of the reasons I came to find you. You see, while I fought with you against the Robo-Pirates, I began to get a taste for fighting in a team. It is much better, more exhilarating, more fulfilling, than fighting on ones own. I think that, with your permission, I would like to join the Crossroads of Dreams Elite Fighting Squad.”
For a moment, Lachimax was silent. Then, he said: “Mr. Dark, I have seen you fight, and I know that you are very good on the battlefield. But, to join CODEFS, you must pass a certain qualification test.”
Mr. Dark raised his hand, and a flaming sword appeared in it. “What kind of test?”
Lachimax raised his spear. “You must fight me in a mock battle. Your weapons against mine. No magic, except for your sword. At the end, I will decide whether you are good enough to join.”
The two friends squared up, circling each other. Then, quick as lightning, Mr. Dark struck, slashing at Lachimax’s neck. Lachimax was even quicker, blocking the stroke with the flame-proof handle of his spear. He spun around in a spinning kick, srikning Mr. Dark in the belly. Dark jumped backwards, back-flipping in midair. He dodged under Lachimax’s spear, and brought his sword up, only to find that Lachimax was no longer there. Lachimax flipped over Dark’s head, landing on the ground next to a turtle, which quickly retreated into its shell, shouting “Young whippersnappers!”
Mr. Dark charged at Lachimax, sword raised, the corks on his hat bobbing up and down. Lachimax simply stepped briskly to the side and knocked Dark on the head with the butt of the spear, sending him to the ground.
Lachimax sat down next to him. Both were breathing hard.
“You are a worthy opponent. You have the skill t be admitted to CODEFS.”
Lachimax stood, spear in hand. Mr. Dark knelt at his feet. “As Captain of the Crossroads of Dreams Elite Fighting Squad, I declare that you, Mr. Dark, are a worthy member of this team,” he said, tapping Dark on the shoulder with his spear. “From now on you will eat with us, rest with us, and, most of all, fight alongside us,” He tapped him on the other shoulder.
Mr. Dark stood. “Thank you, Lachimax.”
Lachimax was not listening. He was staring at the sky. There, flying silently along, high up above the Fairy Glade, was a warship.
Admiral Razorbeard’s warship.
As the two soldiers watched helplessly, a hatch opened in the hull of the ship. Out of it shot a rocket, aimed at an empty field in the Fairy Glade. The warship flew off, its job done.
Inside the warship, Razorbeard chuckled. He had always wanted to kill Rayman for defeating him. Now it was happening. The missile would deliver its payload, and the entire Crossroads would be doomed.
Lachimax sprung into action, running towards where the rocket must have landed, followed closely by Mr. Dark. Lachimax raised his had to his mouth and whistled, high and shrill.
All over the Fairy Glade, CODEFS members snapped to attention, pulling out weapons, and running towards the source of the sound.
Lachimax and Mr. Dark entered the empty field. There was no music here, no dancing Teensies.
In the centre of the field was the rocket. Its nose was buried in the ground, and its engine had stopped. It looked very ominous in the moonlight.
Gilly, Young Globox and Lieutenant of CODEFS, was first other CODEFS member to arrive, followed closely by a Swamplands Soldier who was the same species as Razoff.
Together the four members made their way slowly, cautiously across the field, back to back, weapons raised. They reached the rocket. It had the Robo-Pirate insignia printed on one side.
Lachimax examined it closely. “It looks like it was a dud,” he said.
“If I know Razorbeard, than this wasn’t a bomb,” said Mr.Dark.
The Swamplands Soldier stepped forward and nudged the rocket with his rifle. Suddenly, the rocket opened up, unfolding like a lotus flower.
In the middle of it was an egg.
The egg opened.

Excerpt from Xenomorph: The Living Weapon, a book from Daraxia
The Xenomorph Queen generates from an Imperial Facehugger. This Facehugger differs from the normal Facehugger in that it has a bladed tail, webbing between its legs, a harder, darker, exoskeleton and hooked limbs. It implants, first of all, a Queen Chestburster into a suitable host, then moves on to another host and implants a normal drone Chestburster, possibly to protect the unborn Queen.

Out of the egg leapt a black spider-like creature. Its tail was bladed, its limbs were webbed, and there were vicious looking hooks on the end of its legs.
An Imperial Facehugger.
It latched onto the first thing it found, which was the unprotected face of the Swamplands Soldier.

Inside the Fairy Council, Rayman and Ly lay together in bed, asleep. Both no longer had any clothes on. They were tired from the parties, and from their own, private celebration. Rayman’s bare chest rose and fell in the rhythmic pattern of breathing. They slept happily, their dreams unfettered by what was happening in the fields of the Fairy Glade.

Very good. All this stroy is missing is a dancing bannana but besides that it is an exelent story so far.

Yeah, good job, man. Oh, and can everyone remove all the things they are saying about me in thier sigs, becuase it's really irriating. Thanks.

Sorry this took so long, guys. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Stalker in the Dark

The CODEFS Warship, The Fairy Glade

The celebrations were finally over. The Knaaren had returned to the desert tunnels, the Moskitos to the Dream Forest. All was calm.
In the Crossroads of Dreams Elite Fighting Squad warship, an examination was happening. The CODEFS doctor was looking over the Swamplands Soldier who had had the Imperial Facehugger on his face. But now it was gone, and he was sitting comfortably on a bench in the examination room.
The doctor, who was a Teensie, inspected him closely, examining his eyes, ears and especially mouth closely. “Well, everything seems to be fine. The creature hasn’t left anything visible.”
“What happened to the creature?” asked the Soldier.
“Well, it just dropped off. It managed to get away before we could catch it.”
The Swamplands Soldier saluted, and marched out of the room. Little did he know that he was doomed.

Crystal Corridors, The Fairy Council

The Imperial Facehugger lay on its back, legs curled up. It was dead. Next to it lay an unconscious Teensie.
His unconsciousness was soon to become far worse.
A lump appeared on the Teensie’s chest, throbbing up and down violently. The Teensie’s ribcage cracked. Blood began to flow across the floor.
The Teensie’s skin broke open, and his clothes ripped apart.
In the hole was a baby.
A baby Xenomorph.
Chestburster.

Excerpt from Xenomorph: The Living Weapon

The Chestburster is quite vulnerable just after it emerges. Unlike its adult form, which can stand immense temperatures without serious injury, the Chestburster can quite easily be killed by fire or bullets. It runs for cover immediately after emerging. Sometimes, if there is no danger nearby, it may feed on the host’s body. It then begins an accelerated growing process, in which the xenomorph gets very big, very quickly. Within hours it is fully grown, growing from a creature a few inches tall to an adult several metres tall.

The Teensie’s body, along with its spider-like companion, was not found until the Chestburster was fully grown. Too late. Far too late.

Wine Cellars, The Fairy Council

A pair of Teensies climbed down the stairs toward the wine cellar. They had been sent by Betilla to fetch some vintage Knaaren wine, made by the finest Knaaren grape keepers.
One Teensie held a lantern in his hand. He also carried a key in his right hand.
They reached the bottom of the stairs, to find the door already open. They looked at each other and shrugged. Anything that made their job easier was good.
Neither of them noticed that the steel lock was no longer there. It was burnt away. As if by acid.
The two Teensies reached the barrel they wanted. They picked it up, working together to heave it off the ground. They turned towards the light, where the door was.
There was a silhouette standing in the light.
A bladed tail flashed.
A Teensie screamed.
Blood spattered across the wine barrels.
The barrel the Teensies had been holding smashed to the floor, spilling wine everywhere.

Betilla’s Office, The Fairy Council

Betilla the Fairy hovered above the floor of her office, meditating. She could sense evil, evil throbbing through her beautiful Council. The fact that Polokus had never been found after the destruction of Rachara was extremely worrying to her. She knew that he couldn’t possibly be dead, as he was a god, and as such was immortal. He was either lying unconscious in some abandoned Robo-Pirate fortress, or…
The other option was too horrible to contemplate. If Razorbeard possessed the Spirit of the World, then all the Crossroads were as good as doomed.
A hand knocked at her door. Enter she replied telepathically.
A Teensie messenger entered. “Mistress.” He said, bowing low. “I have just received word that several Teensies have gone missing, mostly in the underground levels, but at different times and places. A body has also been found, with a hole in his chest. There is some sort of dead creature next to it.”
Betilla remained silent, taking this in. The evil had struck.

The Fairy Glade, three days later

Lachimax, Mr. Dark, Christian and Rayman were strolling together through the Fairy Glade. CODEFS was going to leave in a couple of days, so they were enjoying a bit of leisure time together. Their weapons were holstered, and they were all relaxed, except for Lachimax and Mr. Dark, who never relaxed.
They were near the border of the forest when it happened.
The Swamplands Soldier who was a member of CODEFS came jogging over to them, gun in hand. He saluted smartly to Lachimax.
“There is something going on at the Fairy Council, sir,” he stated. “Several Teensies have been dis…”
The Soldier began to cough, hitting himself in the chest to stop it. The companions watched with concern.
The Soldier’s coughs became worse, racking his whole body, until he was on the ground, squirming. Lachimax knelt next to him. “What’s wrong, soldier?”
Christian looked stunned. He began to back away, almost frozen with fear. He knew what was happening. If he had summoned the courage to draw his Form Baton, he could have saved thousands of innocent lives.
Blood began to pour from the Soldier’####### and nose, and then, with a sudden crunch, to appear on his chest. Lachimax ripped his shirt off to see what was happening.
He wished he hadn’t.
With one last push, the parasite within the Swampland Soldier’s chest broke through his flesh.
The Queen Chestburster took a quick look around, using its echolocation rather than any eyes, as it had none. It took in its now dead host, the people around it, and the nearby cover of the trees.
The observers watched in horror as the creature ran for the forest, shaking off blood as it went.
Christian finally gained control of himself, and drew his Form Baton. He pressed the 1 button, aimed at the direction the Alien had gone in, and held the B button.
Flames came pouring out, burning the trees. Forest animals screamed as they died.
But there was no shriek of a xenomorph.
“No!” screamed Christian. “Dammit! We’re doomed!”
Rayman, Lachimax and Mr. Dark watched in silence as Christian chased futilely into the woods, hunting fruitlessly.

Hi this story is awesome. and are you gonna continue it cause its been more then a month and there hasn't been a new chapter. Cause you usally put one up faster then this.

You'd better believe it. Longest chapter I've ever written!

Chapter 3: Escape

The Fairy Council, Two Days later

The xenomorph drone stalked through the plumbing system underneath the Fairy Council, instinctively silent and stealthy. It could feel another of its kind close by, a Queen. It moved towards this source of telepathic energy, ready to join the Queen and protect her at all costs.
It rounded a corner. There, standing in the shallow water, was an almost fully grown Queen xenomorph. She as yet lacked an egg sack, and was not quite as tall as she would become. But she was still very impressive.
The two xenomorphs communicated through their minds, the drone bowing submissively. Then, after a minute, they walked off together, ready to wreak havoc.

Excerpt from Xenomorph: The Living Weapon

Queen xenomorphs tend to nest near sources of energy, such as nuclear reactors or power generators. It is unknown why they do this, but it is possible that this energy can be used by them to replace food.

The Heart of the World, The Fairy Council

It was night time. All the lights in the Fairy Council were turned off. The King of the Grand Minimuses sat in his throne, watching the great globe of energy that was the Heart of the World. It sat imbedded in the floor, with smaller balls of energy orbiting around it.
The King enjoyed watching the Heart. It soothed him and rejuvenated him. He found the golden light emanating from it pleasant. It distracted him from his worries.
He suddenly sat bolt upright as the huge door that divided the Heart from a small teleporter that lead to the Fairy Council slid open.
“Hello?” said the Grand Minimus uncertainly. “Is anyone there?”
A figure flashed into the room and melted into the shadows, almost too quickly for the King to see. But he did see.
“Who is that?” he shouted, growing afraid.
A hiss came from the shadows.
The Teensie drew a short sword from a hidden compartment in his throne, and held it at the ready.
A monster dropped from the ceiling. It had a very long skull, with spines running down its back, which ended in a long, bladed tail. Its hands were claws, and its entire body had a skeletal appearance.

The King lifted his sword and stabbed at the monster. He impaled its hand, but did not manage to hit any vital areas. The monster, not showing any signs of pain, took a step forward. The King withdrew his blade. It was covered in green blood, and steam was rising from it. The sword burned away to nothing before the Teensie’s eyes.

Excerpt from Xenomorph: The Living Weapon

The most unique aspect of the Xenomorph is probably its blood, which consists entirely of a type of molecular acid. This acid is extremely volatile; it can burn through solid metal in a matter of seconds, although it does lose its acidity after a few minutes outside the xenomorph. This is obviously a most potent defence mechanism: “You don’t dare kill it”.

This was the last thing the Teensie saw before he was knocked unconscious by a blow to the head. He would not die until a day later, when a larval xenomorph would erupt from his chest, planted there by an egg laid by the new queen.

In the hours that followed, the Heart of the World was converted into a xenomorph Hive, the Queen started laying eggs, several more hosts were captured and implanted by Facehuggers from the Queen’s eggs, and an army of Aliens began to grow.

Two days later, Ly’s Chambers, The Fairy Council

There were over five hundred fairies, Teensies and other, more miscellaneous beings, living in the Fairy Council at any given time. Each one was susceptible to particular knock out techniques used by Xenomorphs. And every single one was a suitable host for a growing Alien.

Rayman and Ly lay in bed, breathing softly. Both were asleep, unaware of the terrible events happening so close by.
A thump came at the door. Rayman stirred in his sleep, still dreaming.
The door was thumped again, this time accompanied by the chatter of bullets. Rayman and Ly both woke with a start. Rayman pulled on his shirt and shoes, and Ly leapt out of bed.
A hole was appearing in the door, rapidly spreading outwards, as though it was burning away. Outside were the sounds of battle. Screams, shouts, gunfire, metal clanging against walls. Rayman kicked the door down, and charged out into the hallway.
Outside was the entire assembled Crossroads of Dreams Elite Fighting Squad, plus Christian.
The Fighting Squad had decided to stay in the wake of the recent disappearances and the appearance of the thing in the Soldier’s chest. And here they were, forming a ring around the door to Ly’s room, defending it against…
Rayman blinked. There were five monsters attacking the ring of soldiers.
He immediately leapt into action, charging up his fist. He kicked an Alien in the chest, which didn’t seem to have any effect, merely making the monster angrier. It walked forward, tail arched over its back. Rayman launched his fist at its head, again with no effect.
He would have been killed there and then, if it wasn’t for Christian.
He darted forward and drove his glowing, yellow, Form Baton sword through the monster’s skull. The Alien let out a scream of pain, then dropped to the ground, still thrashing.
“About time you got here!” said Christian. The other four Aliens were dead, but at the price of at least six CODEFS members.
“What are those things?” asked Ly, frightened.
“Xenomorphs,” answered Christian, his face darkening.
Before Ly could inquire further, Mr. Dark suddenly came into existence beside them. He held a fire sword in his hand, and part of his cloak was burnt away. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said, “But we’d better get out of here before more of them arrive.”
The group ran down a large corridor, just as another Alien stalked around a corner near Ly’s room. It let out a screech, simultaneously sending telepathic signals to its brethren, and chased after them.
Gilly was one of Globox’s children. He had served many years under Captain Lachimax, climbing to the position of Lieutenant, and always leading the soldiers into battle alongside Lachimax, armed with a minigun.
Writers Note: I imagined the music from Aliens in this bit, from the scene where they are in the tank, getting chased by the aliens. If you have seen the movie Aliens(the sequel to Alien), then you might remember it.
Gilly swung around, aiming his heavy minigun at the creature sprinting towards them. He let out a chatter of bullets, blowing the Alien to pieces. He continued to run backwards, as more Aliens streamed around the corner, firing continually into their masses.
The group had almost reached the field outside, only to find their way blocked. There had been a cave in. Rubble blocked the corridor, and with it their only way of escape from the monsters that pursued them.
“Better find a way through!” shouted Gilly over the screams of dying xenomorphs and the chatter of his gunfire. “I can’t hold them off for much longer!”
Mr. Dark pointed at an Alien that was running towards them. It flew up into the air, and hovered towards them. It landed just in front of the pile of rubble in front of them. Mr. Dark made a squeezing gesture with his hand, and the xenomorph exploded. Mr. Dark made another gesture, and the acidic blood of the Alien threw itself at the rubble. It started burning through straight away.
They only had to wait a few seconds before the way was clear. They streamed over the remaining rubble, out into the Fairy Glade.
Gilly was not quick enough. On the roof of the Fairy Council, right near the edge, teetered a huge block of stone. It had been laid there many hundreds of years ago, by the ancient beings who had constructed the building now called the Fairy Council. Now, disturbed by the vibrations from inside, it fell.
Gilly turned to follow the rest of the Fighting Squad, only to see a massive, carved stone fall in his path, blocking the doorway yet again.And then, at that moment, was when Gilly knew he was about to die.
Without hesitation, he turned on the advancing Aliens. They were more cautious now that they had seen what he could do with his gun. Gilly pressed down on the trigger, emptying the minigun’s clip into the horde of Aliens. When he was finally out of ammunition, he threw the gun at them, knocking a xenomorph to the ground, and drew a handgun.
He killed at least four more Aliens before they surged forward and overpowered him.

Rayman watched in horror as the stone fell in Gilly’s path. He attempted to run at it and break it, but Lachimax held him back. “No, Rayman. Freeing Gilly is beyond your power. And besides, this is how Gilly would have wanted to die. Fighting against overwhelming odds.”
Rayman nodded. Together, the band of fighters ran out to where the Warship was parked. Bucket, the renegade Robo-Pirate who piloted the ship, was already at the controls, ready to take off, along with Globox, Uglette, Clark, and several Baby Globoxes. The ship took off, ascending towards the sky.

Christian sat on the deck, his face dark. Rayman, Ly, and Lachimax sat next to him.
Ly was the first to speak. “What are…?”
“They are called Xenomorphs,” answered Christian, before the question was finished. “They come from another planet, like me, many light years away. They have a most horrid way of reproducing. They have a Queen, you see, who rules over the Hive, and lays eggs. These eggs contain creatures called Facehuggers. They latch onto a hosts face, and stay their for a couple of hours.”
“And then they come off, and die,” finished Lachimax. “One of them attacked our Swamplands Soldier…” He trailed off as realisation hit him.
Christian nodded. “The very same Soldier that that Chestburster came out of.”
Ly gasped in disgust. “That’s horrible!”
“That’s not all,” came Mr. Darks voice from behind them. They all turned to look at him. “While we were fighting, a managed to obtain this,” He held up a small, black spike. “It’s the blade from the end of a xenomorph’s tail. I have explored it with magic. As I myself have experience at designing and creating monsters, I was able to see this: These creatures did not evolve by themselves. They were genetically engineered.”
Christian nodded again. “Yes. The xenomorphs were created millions of years ago, by a race nicknamed the ‘Space Jockeys’. They were meant as a weapon. The Jockeys used them in a massive civil war. But the xenomorphs got out of control. They turned on their masters, driving them to extinction.
“Millions of years later, the Jockey’s planet was discovered by the Semi-Rays. That’s right. My race. They brought some eggs over from the Jockey planet, intending to use them for medicinal purposes. It was around this time that I was born.
“As you probably guessed, they got out of hand. We managed to subdue them and wipe them out, but not before massive losses to our race. Including my father.
“Our race returned to the Jockey homeworld, but only to destroy it. That planet is now nothing more than scattered atoms floating through space.
“But somehow, the Robo-Pirates got hold of a clutch of eggs. They must have come from a different place, maybe an escaped Jockey ship. But whatever happened, the xenomorphs are here. And there is absolutely not a chance in hell or heaven that we will be able to subdue them. They will rip the inhabitants of the Crossroads of Dreams apart, leaving nothing but the skeleton of the planet that once was.”
“Enough!” snapped Rayman. “We cannot allow thoughts of defeat to cloud our judgement. We beat the Pirates, didn’t we? Well, we can beat this new threat. We must have courage.”
Christian took no notice of these words. He continued to stare blankly at the passing scenery, thoughts of doom and destruction filling his mind.

I posted this ages ago. Is anyone out there? Come on, guys. I'm not posting more, until I get some feedback.

Don't look at me, I've just joined this forum

I don't know the story before this, but I like it, though it has a relatively darker tone than what I usually like. I'd be interested in a continuation.

Thanx, Zay-El. Did you read my other one, Return of the Robo-Pirates? Anywayz...


Chapter 4: Razorbeard’s Pets

Razorbeard’s Warship, Unknown Location

Admiral Razorbeard raised his new right hand to the light, examining it closely.
“The organic material is working perfectly,” said a Henchman to Razorbeard’s left. “Your hand is now constructed entirely from living cells. It is alive.”
Razorbeard flexed the hand, marvelling at how much more control he had over it than his left, mechanical one. He could feel the blood beating through it, pumped by a mechanical heart in his shoulder.
He touched a metal wall. The new nerves in his hand sent signals to his mechanical brain, allowing him to feel it as he never had before.
Razorbeard chuckled. “Open the vault,” he commanded.
Another Henchman, this one with a red chest plate, walked forward. He punched a code into a keypad on the wall, and a hidden panel slid back, revealing a handprint pad. Razorbeard placed his new organic hand on it, and it turned green. Another hidden door slid away.
There, behind the door, was a small, raised platform. In the centre of the platform was…

A Form Baton. The fifth most potent weapon in the galaxy (The Xenomorph being the first and the Atom Bomb being the sixth), identical to Christian’s own.
Razorbeard reached forward and picked it up. He pressed the A button, holding it as though it was a sword.
A crimson blade emerged from the Baton, casting a red light over the vault.
Razorbeard spun around, slicing the head off of his Henchman servant. The decapitated shell fell to the ground, smoking.
“Yes!” shouted Razorbeard. “At last I can use it! At last, after years of trying, I possess a Form Baton! Finally, I can use my living hand to control this power!”
Razorbeard turned to the back wall of the vault. There were two cryo tubes, holding their contents in perfect stasis.
Inside one of the tubes was the sleeping form of Polokus. The in the second tube was the perfectly still Tarayzan, frozen minutes before he was due to give life to a Chestburster. Razorbeard pressed a button on the tube, making the glass slide back.
Tarayzan woke with a stat, rapidly surveying his surroundings. His eyes landed on Razorbeard. “What are you doing to me?” he screamed. He tried to move, but he was held in place by steel cuffs.
Then he screamed again, this time with pain. His bare chest spasmed once. Then there was silence, as Tarayzan fell unconscious with pain.
A head erupted from Tarayzan’s chest. A neck less head.

Excerpt from Xenomorph: The Living Weapon
The Chestburster, while inside the host, absorbs certain genetic characteristics from the host. For example, it often copies whether the host is bipedal(two-legged) or quadrupedal(four legged), and other aspects of the bone structure. In one instance, when the embryo was implanted in a dog, the Chestburster emerged almost fully developed, like a dog is born almost fully developed. It was also quadrupedal, like a dog, and, when fully grown, could run much faster than a normal drone. This mimicry probably aids in the adaptation to a new environment.

The Chestburster emerged fully. Razorbeard examined it, looking closely at it. It looked at him as well, curiously staring into his yellow eyes. It had no neck or legs, just like Rayman or Tarayzan. It was also armless, but that was because all Xenomorphs emerge without arms, growing them later.
Razorbeard began to manipulate the buttons on the Form Baton in a complex pattern, pointing it at the new born Alien. Invisible rays of radiation began to fly out of its end, imbedding themselves in the Xenomorph’s simple brain. The brain in question began to mutate, very precisely eliminating those traits which Razorbeard felt didn’t belong, and adding certain traits of his own. Obedience was added, aggression left alone, Hive instincts removed.
The very first completely tame Xenomorph.

CODEFS Warship, Above Clearleaf Forest

Lachimax stood in the Crow’s Nest of the warship, doing his share of watch duty. He watched the beautiful trees of the Forest pass by, thinking about recent events. His Red Lum companion hovered above his shoulder.
Christian climbed up to sit beside him. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said.
“Yes,” replied Lachimax shortly.
“I came up here because there is something I need to discuss with you,” said Christian, getting straight to the point. “During the battle, you will have noticed that the Xenomorphs have acid for blood,”
“Yes. So what?”
“Well, I saw you fighting. You fully impaled at least one Xenomorph with your spear back there, and yet there is not a single etch on it. No sign of damage.”
Lachimax lifted the spear. “True,” he said, handing it to Christian. “Why is that?”
Christian pointed his Form Baton at the spear, scanning it with a yellow beam. He then raised the Baton to his ear, listening to its computerized voice.
“Just as I thought.” Christian said after a few seconds. “Made from a carbon/silicon cell structure. In other words, made from the very same material as Xenomorph flesh.”
“What…?”
Then something caught Lachimax’s eye. Down, below the trees, was a group of travellers. Teensies and Fairies. Their clothes were tattered and torn, and they wore expressions of weariness on their faces.
Lachimax leaned over the side of the Crow’s Nest, shouting down to Rayman, who was on the deck.
“There are survivors down there!”
The ship began to descend towards the survivors. They were definitely from the Fairy Council, no doubt about it.
They were only ten metres from the ground when it happened.
Out from between the trees leapt three Aliens. Saliva dripped from their mouths as they jumped at the refugees, tearing them apart. Their tongues, which had extra mouths at the end of them, flashed out and in, crushing skulls. Their tails flashed, impaling victims. Their claws were the worst, tearing people limb from limb.
CODEFS watched in horror as this happened, unable to do anything. Bucket had the presence of mind to fire the ships cannons at the Aliens, but they were too fast, dodging to the side into the trees.
One Alien swung itself up into the branches of a tree that was near the ship. The people on board didn’t notice this, however, because they were watching the other two, who were staring up at them with eyeless faces.
The Alien climbed swiftly, swinging from branch to branch with the grace of a monkey.
On the ship, Ly turned pale. She could hear…
Come with us she heard. Come to Hive. Serve Queen. Find more hosts. Destroy. Kill.
“Ly?” said Rayman. For Ly had unwittingly walked to the very edge of the deck, looking down at the Aliens.
She fainted. Backwards, luckily.
Several people ran to her aid. Amidst the confusion and the yelling, nobody noticed a slight thump, as an Alien jumped across from a tree to the hull of the warship. It dug its claws into the hull, crawling up to the #######, which it entered through a window.
There was Bucket, at the controls of the ship. The Alien swiped him across the room, hissing.
The ship dropped, hitting the ground with a crash.
Bucket stood, leaping at the creature even though he was weaponless. It wasted no time in tearing his arm off.
It could not take him apart any further, for in the doorway stood Rayman and Lachimax. Lachimax threw his spear straight through the creature’s heart.
“Are you okay, soldier?” he said.
“Yes, I’ll survive.” Replied Bucket. “I appear to be damaged.”
Outside, the two other Aliens were dead. One of the CODEFS members had been splashed with blood as an Alien had thrashed. The acid had eaten right through his chest, leaving a gaping hole.
“Sir.” Said Bucket. “I think there is a slight chance that, after sustaining such damage, that the ship might explode.”
Lachimax swore. “Everybody off the ship!” he shouted. Everybody complied. They all ran into the trees, hitting the dirt.
The ship also complied with Bucket’s prediction.
The entire clearing, and much of the rest of the wood, lit up as the ship transformed into a ball of flame.
“Dammit!” shout Christian and Lachimax in perfect union.

Lachimax is back!

Chapter 5: Rabbids

Sanctuary of Sands, Desert of the Knaaren

Admiral Razorbeard walked down the landing ramp of his warship, stepping onto the burning hot, red sand. A vulture called from the distance. The sun beat down on the desert even harder than normal, as though trying to halt Razorbeard in his evil tracks. But the Robo-Pirate Admiral continued, oblivious to the sun’s rays.
Following him down the landing ramp came his pet. The fully grown, limbless Xenomorph. It now looked like any other adult would, except for the fact that it’s hands and feet floated in midair.
Not caring for subtlety, Razorbeard pointed his Form Baton in the general direction of the ground and pressed the 1 button, the 2 button, and the B button.
Accompanied by a very loud noise and flying debris, a very large hole appeared a couple of metres away that hadn’t been there before.
Razorbeard dropped through the hole, followed closely by two of his Henchmen and the Raylien.
They were not inside the Knaaren Tunnels, but in a vast, separate cavern, which the Knaaren had not yet found, and hopefully never would.

There are several Sanctuaries scattered across the Crossroads of Dreams. They were each placed there by Polokus at the dawn of the world. Each has a guardian: Axel, Umber, Foutch, Grolem 13, Anatra, and Eregata to name a few; and each has a special purpose: the Sanctuaries of Water and Ice, Stone and Fire, Rock and Lava and Iron and Thunder were placed to serve the purpose of guarding the four Masks of Polokus. Several others, such as the Sanctuary of Time, are hidden so well that not even Polokus himself can find them again, as the object they are guarding is never meant to be retrieved. The Sanctuary of Sands, located in the Desert of the Knaaren, is there to guard the directions to the Sacred Balance Stone.

That’s where Admiral Razorbeard was now. The antechamber of the Sanctuary of Sands.
He and his party of Henchmen made their way through the labyrinth that was the Sanctuary. They met many creatures: giant scorpions, serpents, sand elementals, even the occasional Guard Knaaren. But all were disarmed by a flick of Razorbeard’s Form Baton. After almost five hours, they finally reached the end of the labyrinth, arriving at a massice, ornately carved stone door.
In the centre was a keyhole. But not one that a key would fit into. Razorbeard drew his Form Baton, and pushed it into the keyhole.
The Form Baton began to glow crimson. The red light spread across the door like water, making the symbols shine. And then, without warning, the door disappeared. Just disappeared, leaving the Form Baton floating in midair.
Grinning triumphantly, Razorbeard walked through the doorway, entering the lair of Eregata, Guardian of the Sanctuary of the Sands.

Edge of Clearleaf Forest, Near the entrance to the Rabbid Caves. Night.

The Crossroads of Dreams Elite Fighting Squad, including Rayman, Ly, Clark, Uglette, Globox and some of their children, sat huddled around a fire.
Lachimax, Christian, Mr. Dark and Rayman were discussing what they should do.
“Christian, you’re the expert on these things,” said Rayman. “Is there anywhere we’ll be safe from them?”
Christian shook his neckless head. “No. They are able to resist both extreme cold and heat, although they are afraid of fire. As long as there are beings to use as hosts, they’ll keep breeding, and they will find us eventually,”
“No,” said Mr. Dark. “We cannot just lie down and let that happen. We must find a weakness, something that we can use to beat them....”
Yes, said Ly, just coming into the conversation. I believe there is.
All eyes turned to her.
When those Aliens were climbing the tree, I could hear them... talking... telepathically. They called me... They wanted me to join them. To help them.
A tear slid down her cheek.
And I wanted to obey. But this means that they are sensitive to telepathic...
That’s when they all heard heard a scream that chilled Rayman to the very bone.
“DAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
The entire party leapt to their feet, drawing weapons.
“What the hell was that?” shouted Christian. He was the only one present who didn’t know.
“Rabbids,” said Rayman. That’s all he needed to say. For at that moment, a huge, club footed creature with the vague appearance of a warthog appeared over a hill not far from their campsite. And on its back was a white furred, red-eyed, long eared animal, with what appeared to be a toilet plunger in one hand.
Rabbid.
Another Rabbid, also on the back of a warthog-creature, came up next to him. And between them, emerged a robot with four spider- like legs and a torso and head shaped like a Rabbid’s.

The PN-K513 Battle Droid, better known as “Pink”, was designed by the Rabbids for gladiator-style battles, in which plunger-guns are the chosen weapons. It can launch heat-seeking missiles, which, strangely, can be deflected using toilet plungers, and has an almost impenetrable shield, which, ironically, can only be pierced by its own missiles.

Rayman recognised the Droid instantly.
“Run!” he shouted!
They ran.
The Pink Droid launched a missile at them from the top of the hill. Fortunately, the missile, which looked more like a firework, failed to lock on, and exploded uselessly on the campfire, where they had been moments before.
The two Rabbids screamed.
The hunt began.

I missed this story...and you of course XD
Good chapter!

I'm really, really sorry this took so long. But here it is!


Chapter 6: Predator

The party sprinted through the trees, ducking under branches, dodging heat-seekers. Lachimax spun around in mid step, twirling his spear. A missile met the shiny-red tip of the spear, reflecting it. It hit a tree, causing it to combust into a pile of ash.
Ly could hear the Rabbids gaining on them, their warthog-like steeds puffing heavily.
Why can’t we turn and fight them? she asked Rayman through her mind.
“Because that robot is more than a match for us!” Rayman shouted back. “If we had a plunger gun, it might be different...”
“In here!” yelled Lachimax, waving his spear at a small hole, the entrance of a cave.
Rayman rolled right, into the hole. The rest of them followed closely.
“Japa! Aran! Charges on the roof and sides!” Lachimax shouted. Two CODEFS members ran forward to do his bidding, throwing small grenade-like objects onto the entrance of the cave, which stuck there.
“Hit the dirt!” Lachimax shouted, diving to the ground.
The well-placed charges exploded, collapsing the entrance of the tunnel but not the rest, cloaking the party in darkness.
“Great,” muttered Christian, “Now we’re trapped,”
“At least we’re away from the bunnies,” said Mr. Dark in his quiet voice.
“If you wanted to escape the Rabbids,” yelled a new, familiar voice just next to Rayman. “You chose the wrong tunnel!”
Rayman nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Murfy?!” he yelled. “Is that you?”
“No, it’s the tooth fairy,”
Rayman shook his head. It was Murfy alright.

The two hog-riding Rabbids and the Pink milled around the collapsed cave entance, searching for a way through.
Throb.
Beat-beat. Beat-beat.
An almost invisible, man-shaped shimmer in the air, jumping between tree branches.
Three red laser dots in the shape of a triangle appeared in the centre of one bunny’s forehead, marking its doom.
A bolt of blue energy flew from the trees, landing precisely between the red dots and blowing a round hole straight through the Rabbid’s head.
The body stood straight atop its hog for a second. Then it went limp, falling to the ground. The other bunny stared in disbelief at his fallen companion, and then, with a shriek, turned its hog around and tried to gallop away.
It was cut down before it got two metres away, by a massive, metal shuriken which flew from nowhere and sliced the unfortunate lagomorph cleanly in half.
The Pink Droid’s head turned wildly, searching for the source of death. It fired a chain of missiles into the trees, setting several on fire.
Useless.
A net appeared from thin air, corners burying themselves in the ground around the robot, trapping it. The net immediately began to shrink, closing in on the droid. Within a minute, it had cut straight through the robot’s armour, shredding it to pieces.
The first Rabbid’s hog, appeared blissfully unaware that anything had happened, continuing to graze.
The man-shaped shimmer stepped into the centre of the bodies,. It appeared to bend over for a second, picking up one of the Rabbids’ plungers and hoisting it into the air.
A trophy.

“What are you doing here?” said Rayman, inside the cave.
“I escaped. Big deal,”
“What do you mean, the wrong tunnel?”
“I mean that this particular tunnel happens to be one of many entrances to the Rabbid Caves,”
“Great. Just great,” came Lachimax’s voice somewhere to Rayman’s left. “What now?”
Clark, who was taking up the most amount of room in the tunnel and causing quite a disturbance, rested his ear on the barrier of rocks at the entrance.
“They’ve gone,” he said in his deep voice.
“Right,” said Rayman. “Clark, punch us out of here,”
Clark obliged.
The party stepped out through the rapidly settling dust.
Their jaws dropped collectively.
“By the thunder of Polokus...”
Two bodies lay in the clearing, both surrounded by blood. Scraps of metal, which had been, no less than five minutes ago, a fully functioning Pink Droid, lay in a small pile in the centre of the space.
“Oh, gods above,” said Christian. “There’s a Yautja here,”
“Then he shouted “Run! Back into the caves! Run if you value your lives!”
They did.
Back into the Rabbid Caves.
They sprinted through the dark, brushing through cobwebs and other things left behind by Rabbids. A thought sprang unbidden to Ly’s mind: Do we ever stop running?
Rayman didn’t know what to expect when they reached the centre of the tunnels. Swarms of hostile Rabbids, possibly? A huge weapons factory?
Whatever he expected, he didn’t expect what they found.
As they ran further and further into the tunnels, Globox looked around. The walls were different here than they were at the entrance. They were covered in some sort of hardened excrement, coating every surface in smooth, organic-looking structures. His brow furrowed in puzzlement.
Christian noticed them too.
“Oh, damn...”
The Aliens were already here.
The entire party stopped dead as they reached an open area. There were no Rabbids. No robots, no weapons. At least, no moving ones.
“This can’t be good...” muttered Murfy.
Rayman spotted a small movement. He went stock still, until he saw what it was. It was a Rabbid, hanging from the wall and encased almost entirely in the hardened substance. It was still alive, twitching pathetically. Rayman almost pitied it.
Suddenly, the Rabbid’s body was seized by a convulsion. It shrieked in pain, chest and arms spasming involuntarily.
Its chest erupted, freeing the Chestburster inside.
Globox and Uglette covered their children’s eyes.
Mr. Dark walked forward and raised pointed his hand at the juvenile xenomorph, which was now staring at them with its eyeless face. Mr. Dark unleashed a fireball from his hand, which flew forward and burnt the Chestburster, still sitting in the Rabbid’s chest, to a cinder.
“Bad idea!” shouted Christian.
Lachimax signalled to his squad. “Spread out. Maintain radio contact at all times. Don’t die. We’re going to try and find a way out of here...”
Foilarak, the purple Moskito, drew a handgun and hovered in one direction.

The squad spread out, various blades, guns and other weapons pointed ahead of them. Rayman, Mr. Dark, Ly and Christian went together, practically back to back.
The squad eventually separated, splitting in two and following different tunnels. “If you see a way out, phone in and tell us,” Lachimax said, going with the other team to Rayman.
Five minutes later, Rayman still could not see a way out. It was a twisted labyrinth, quite literally a rabbit’s warren.
Then the microphone on each squad member’s ear spluttered to life.
“Holy...”
“They’re everywhere!”
“They’re coming out of the goddamn walls...”
The chatter of gunfire could be heard through the mikes.
“Aaargh!”
“Rayman! Rayman, if you can hear us, we’re under attack! Aliens ambushed us! We’ve lost most of our team...”
The signal cut dead.
“Right!” shouted Rayman. “Globox, Uglette, you and your kids stay behind. Everyone else, with me!”
They charged down the tunnel, gunners in front. Christian ignited the Beam Sword on his Form Baton, glowing yellow in the darkness. They reached the place where the squad had split, to find Lachimax, running and yelling. “Everyone else is dead! Go!”
Behind him, the shapes of Aliens could be seen moving through the darkness. There were dozens of them, crawling on the walls and roof and running on the floor.
The gunners opened fire, shooting around Lachimax into the river of xenomorphs behind him. Several exploded into clouds of acid, acid which burnt straight through the floor of the cave.
The team never saw the other Aliens come at them from behind.
They moved stealthily through the darkness, claws sharp, tails ready. One grabbed an unsuspecting CODEFS member from behind, rupturing his skull with a flick of its second mouth. Another impaled a warrior with its tail, flinging him away.
Rayman saw what was happening. “We’re surrounded!” he yelled.
It was every man for himself now.
Rayman ducked between two Aliens, punching at their ribcages. One snarled, turning to face him. It leapt at him, pinning him to the ground. He tried to struggle, but the beast was too strong. The xenomorph bent down to administer a killing blow with its second mouth. A drop of saliva landed on Rayman’s nose. He closed his eyes. This was it. He was done for...
Then, suddenly, the Alien was wrenched off of him. He opened is eyes to see Clark, holding the Alien in one hand. It struggled to get free, but Clark, being strong enough to take down a squad of twenty or so Robo-Pirates single-handedly without breaking a sweat and to lift an entire house by himself, was able to hold it easily.
Rayman opened his mouth to thank him, but his relief turned to horror as he saw what Clark was about to do.
“This is for hurting my friend!” he said, and began to squeeze.
“Clark, no!” shouted Rayman, but it was too late.
The Alien was crushed, spraying its acid blood all over Clark’s fist. He stared in disbelief at his rapidly disappearing hand.
More Aliens took advantage of this to leap onto Clark, biting, clawing. He fought back, but he had only one hand and was weakened by shock. He was submerged under the flood of Aliens.
Rayman saw Clark’s face, the only part of his body not covered by thrashing Aliens. He looked sad. Rayman barely heard Clark’s last words: “We never did have that arm wrestle, little buddy,”
Then his face was obscured, and Clark, the one-man army, protector of the Menhir Hills and friend to Rayman, was gone forever.

oh yeah great, kill another awesome character.