I explore the ceiling half to SpaceShip 'Vlectra' and found myself bored for most of the time until I looked down the bars to air vents. What I discovered is out of the ordinary for a crew set in a Science Fiction advanced society from Earth. The Vlectra has a hangar for various transportation machines more fit for war, packs of rounded bumpy items resembling grenades but not quite inside boxes resting beside the doors leading into the hangar, and guns lined inside glass cases. The hangar has five big wide helicopter transports complete with machine guns placed at both sides, the front part of the helicopters have attachments more seen on snow plows, and light fixture attached to the rims of the front window.

So much for this being an 'expedition' of the sorts.

There is a level for the kitchen, too, for the ones who make the food. Some rooms in the Vlectra have wide arena's complete with climate and dummies for combat practice. There is a big room for garbage to be collected and turned into fuel that powers this entire ship. There is an exotic room full of plants yet no animal life. There are a lot of other rooms and levels inside the Vlectra but I don't want to be one who bores everyone. I know the people aboard The Vlectra refer to time differently because Jack and Bob had a discussion yesterday nearby the exhibit on how time has changed so much that many people argue time should be changed back to PM and AM.

There is DA which means Delta Afternoon.

There is DN which means Delta Night.

I went over Harry's made for renovated closet only to find he is not inside. The only thing that has been changed is the closet being clean like someone had hired a cleaning crew to clean it up and his tool box is leaning beside a gray bucket. The sound of whistling made me turn my head away from the closet. It became obvious this is Earl whistling. Uh oh, I do not want everyone on edge right in the morning! That is much uncalled for. People need their coffee and time to wake up.

I sneak back into the exhibit carefully, silently, with much care.

I make the large tree branches block view of the broken tile while curled on a large branch similar to a certain tree that allows panthers to rest on. Who could Harry be? I had a suspicion that Harry may be. There is two strongly striking evidence. First; the way he talked to me. Second; the way he lied. Warily I suspect he may be Loki. The Vlectra space ship is an enormous one all prepared for any occasion. In one of the rooms I sneaked a peak at the image of Sabrina and Bob having it out in bed stained my memory. I wish to never ever witness it again. It really disgusted me, enough said.

I wish the builders of this space ship had built in air shafts equipped with a type of window in the ceiling that allows no one to see what is going on inside while still letting air go through the vents. Now this kind of vent is pretty clever for any sneaking toms venturing inside the ceiling.

"Do-due dooo, dueee, doo," Earl hums, tossing the shot gun in the air and catching it in his hand.

Isn't that a little dangerous much?

Earl is humming a theme tone to a cartoon TV show once heard a lot when a man of steel flew in the air. It must be my foggy memory that does not allow me to fully remember what the cartoon show had been called. Earl stops right at the middle across from the barrier holding the shot gun in his right hand. Earl's eyes suddenly double blink like a lizard as he approaches the barrier glaring up towards me.

"Whatever happened back then and froze this stinking planet," Earl said, pointing his two fingers towards his eyes and then aims them towards me. "I am watching you."

I really wish I can frown back at Earl.

Earl lowers his hand and turns way then resumes walking down the hall. My old boss Fredrick, from my reality, would have been skeptical at this point in the story thinking I am making this all up when I am not. I listen to the sound of Earl's boot steps echo down the hall. The boot steps became quieter after a while. I hear the sound of a door closing. After the door is shut I am left to the silence in the building.

I must have been sitting there for half an hour.

Suddenly a Go-Kart materialized across the barrier with an old man in the seat wearing goggles and his wild gray hair stood out from his rather unique fighter pilot appearance. His face is covered in dirt. The old man lifts the goggles up into his hair. The areas around his eyes are clean. I can compare it to someone wearing sunglasses while on a beach coming back after hours with most of their face being red but what had been covered by the sunglasses is pretty white. The old man looks towards me.

"What year is it?" The old man asks.

"2164," I hiss.

"Am I still on Earth?" The old man asks.

"Yes," I hiss, lying to the old man.

"You have been visited by a time traveler named Gary Stone but please call me Gary," Gary said. "I have been attempting to visit other planets and all my attempts are coming out fruitless!" He tosses a can right at the shield which erupted into spark and broke apart. "This is coming out not how I wanted."

"Try again," I hiss.

"Hm?" Gary asks, raising his eyebrows acting surprised.

"Try, again," I hiss.

"Is a mannequin telling me to try again?" Gary asks.

I feel anger.

How dare he call me a mannequin!

"A mannequin is not telling you to try again," I hiss. Gary's eyebrows went down. "A talking Xenomorph is telling you to try again!"

Gary flinches probably because of my harsh words.

"So you are telling me to try again, speaking mannequin?" Gary asks.

"Just go," I hiss.

"I need a can of soda," Gary said.

"Get out of the Go-Kart and fetch it yourself," I hiss. "Old fool."

"Where is the eating facility?" Gary asks.

"I don't know," I hiss sarcastically. "How about you read the signs!"

Gary gets out of the Go-Kart.

Gary had gotten on my nerves and made a bad impression. I had to resist the temptation of hunting him down through the ceiling and killing Gary when no one is around. It is the perfect time to commit a murder. All the ways I can kill Gary float in my head on plates dancing around ridiculously. No Emily, I thought, you are not to harm civilian life. I hear plates loudly clatter to the floor, cans landing to the ground with 'thud', and the sound of shoes scuffling against the floor.

I raise my head up off my arms.

What had the old fool done now?

Gary ran fast, like lightning fast, back to the Go-Kart flipping the annoying object off the can then dumps what is inside the square item into a rounded hole at the back of the Go-Kart trembling in fear. Gary's hand nearly dropped the can yet he quickly had it back up in both hands. A loud fearsome roar is carried through the hall making Gary in freeze in place. I have heard this roar countless times when SpakMokey had been alive in vegetation but not in animal life. Gary turns his head towards the left.

The roar came again.

Gary shakes the square item at the hole.

"Is that all this has?" Gary said, frustrated throwing the square item over his shoulder and hops into the Go-Kart.

I saw what very deemfully is impossible.

Deemfully is not a word and I just made it up; don't bother looking it up.

There is a running arctic Xenomorph a bit taller than I running towards Gary. Gary slides down the goggles over his eyes. Apparently it seems Gary is indeed from the year 2164 so I am pretty sure where ever he goes is going to be a mess less worse than this. With all my strength and an anger towards Xenomorphs in general; I shot through the barrier landing behind the Go-Kart standing in the Arctic Xenomorph's way. The pain inflicted by the barrier is not at the moment an emergency just a feeling being ignored.

The Arctic Xenomorph growls.

Gary flips many switches up and other buttons by the sound of his fingers.

The sole surviving Xenomorph from the bomb's detonation has mutated. The Arctic Xenomorph turns towards the right then leaps right out towards Gary attempting to be sneaky. I pounce the Arctic Xenomorph to the floor using my two back legs and pin his arms to the ground. The Arctic Xenomorph shot out its second mouth and I thankfully turned my head in time to miss it. The Go-Kart zips down the hall slowly dematerialize out of my view until nothing is left of the machine in my narrowed vision.

The Arctic Xenomorph kicks me off.

The Arctic Xenomorph is built like an average Xenomorph except the design of it is more of a warrior and it is not black but white highlighted in light blue. The strangest part is the creature not melting in the hall while it crouches down drooling. When the drool landed on the ground it became ice on contact.

"Xenomorphs can't survive bombs," I said.

"Wrong," The Arctic Xenomorph said. "We can."

I stare in shock at the Arctic Xenomorph's reply.

It spoke and I did not need to hiss to even start a conversation.

"You heard me?" I ask.

"Xenomorphs can understand one another," The Arctic Xenomoph said. "And you took away what could begin the Xenomorph Empire once again," The Arctic Xenomorph takes a step forward. "I can forgive you for not knowing we are the last of our kind. We can work together to restart our race."

"No," I said. "I cannot allow that."

"To other creatures we are making odd sounds," The Arctic Xenomorph said. "You can allow your kind to become powerful again."

"Xenomorphs are not my kind," I said, taking a step forward seeing Earl and Bob come out of their rooms.

"But you are one of us," The Arctic Xenomorph said. "You do not belong in a place that shows your rare beauty off!" That part sounded a little romantic. "The humans have been talking around you speaking of how cruel our race is!" He swings his tail both ways. I saw Harry come out of the closet near Bob's room in a dark robe. "We are pest control!"

I shook my head.

"No," I said. "That you are not. You are the pest."

"Why are you so stubborn?" The Arctic Xenomorph asks.

"Because I am not a Xenomorph," I said.

"Yes, you are!" The Arctic Xenomorph argues.

I grunt.

"You are acting like a big baby," I said.

"Maybe I have not introduced myself right, I am Deverous," Deverous said. "And you are a female. I can smell it." I take a step back remembering that Loki had changed my gender from a queen to a not so massive drone Xenomorph. "You can grow into a queen," Deverous purrs at the word 'queen'. "What is your name?"

"My name is Emily," I said, stepping back further from Deverous. Earl holds the gun up straight at us. "And I will not be your queen."

"You need time, Emily," Deverous said. "That I can give you...." He turns towards the two men showing his fangs. "But first let me get you a gift."

Earl aims the gun at me instead of towards Deverous. Of course he's going with the assumption Deverous can melt in a matter of hours.

"Don't shoot!" Harry said, smacking his hand down on the shot gun's top making it aim down at the floor with a loud bang.

I grab Deverous by the tail then threw him down the other hall.

"No, Deverous," I said. "That is not going to help you woo me."

Deverous lands on his side scrambling up.

"We'll continue this later," Deverous said, and with that he ran off.

I hear the sound of a large bullet headed my way. Right, how does a Xenomorph make their escape out of the reach of men shooting? I saw a pipe line above so I yanked it down creating a large cloud of smoke blocking anyone from seeing where I go. I dodge the bullet running up towards the hole in the ceiling being covered by a tree branch. Once I had gotten inside I manage to securely put the tile back into place.

This place is not really cramped on the other side of the ship and doesn't really make me feel uncomfortable. Unlike how people say aliens are really awful in tight spaces they are very wrong. I silently made my way down the passageway not making a sound. Until this issue with Deverous is over I need to keep a low profile. Fortunately the section where the kitchen is has a large space for a Xenomorph to be lazy.