Typically a question like 'Why should I believe you?' should be expected from a human sharing a encounter with a deadly alien. I decided then just to make the point of being held hostage not something of a light subject but of a potential life and death scenario. Generally people then understand the danger of not coming.

"But you said you are not here to harm!" Bob declares.

I walk alongside the containers with bars sticking them down onto the latches concealing eggs. I had been reluctant to go down into this level at first but having the men stand there and nothing be threatening them seemed a little 'pointless'.

"That I did," I hiss. "And I can always kill you two after the face huggers have fallen off."

"You ass," Mendril said.

"First a shot to the head," I hiss. "Then a shot gun blast into the chest and then a huge clean up."

The walls are webbed and I made sure the men were not at all covered in goo being stuck to the wall by metal material. I raise my head up sensing a older man coming. Bob's message had been sent on time and complete. I had a square machine in my hand that controls four lives. Yes, we should refer the facehuggers as individuals even how sickening it feels to do so. They are a person holding a person's embryo. Yuck, now that I think of it that is gross beyond levels.

"I will be back," I hiss turning away from the dark side of the hallway.

The other side of the hallway has been blocked by the webbing and the lights to the ceiling are dim enough that it feels creepy for a human to be in here. I walk around a large poking web sticking out from the wall. I made some accidental big webbing balls while setting the scene to be creepy as possible so they block view of the two men. I come to the entrance of the hall.

I saw a lighted flare held in the shadows.

In came Jack.

"Holy cheesecake," Jack said, once he is two feet away from me.

"I am not a moment of holy cheesecake," I hiss.

Jack takes a step back in shock.

"What the cheesecake?" Jack takes out a gun aiming it right at me.

I wave the little device.

"I have lives on the line," I hiss.

Jack lowers his gun.

"Start talking," Jack said. I explain to Jack what I told them. "And for that you can talk?"

"I hiss," I hiss. "And you can understand me through that way."

"That is pretty weird you can only speak through hisses," Jack said.

"When I speak," I hiss. "You cannot hear a word."

"Try me," Jack said.

"I have done this countless times and not one except my kind understood me," I said.

"I am waiting," Jack said.

"I just said something," I hiss. "And you did not understand me."

"What about the Arctic Xenomorph?" Jack asks.

I sigh.

"His name is Deverous," I hiss. "And I am responsible for the death for this planet. I am responsible for his life." I lower my head in guilt. "It is my fault your friend Regina died."

"Dev-her-ose," Jack said.

"Yes," I hiss raising my head up. "That is his name."

"Did you two have a fight?" Jack asks.

"Yes," I hiss. "We did."

"Why?" Jack asks.

"Because I am nobody's queen," I hiss. "Not the queen of a race I despise."

"So you are a female!" Jack said.

"Does my voice sound like a man to you?" I hiss.

"Yes," Jack said. "And so this is why he is interested in you. He wants to bring back a race using you."

"Exactly what I told you," I hiss. "If you have any better idea on how to get rid of this termite then I am all ears." I held up the device. "Work together or I get two Xenomorph guards of my own to fight against Deverous."

I have no problem putting someone's life in another person's hand. Jack glares towards me dropping the flare to the ground. I raise head up tilting my head to the side.

"I am not doing this willingly," Jack said.

"Yes, you are," I hiss. "And everyone will leave this planet."

"But they were stationed here!" Jack protests.

"NO BUTTS!" I hiss. "This planet has a Arctic male Xenomorph and a female non-Arctic Xenomorph. That is a dangerous field."

I press the red button killing the facehugging eggs.

"Why should I trust you?" Jack asks. "Trust that you are the good guy?"

"You don't have to," I hiss. "We just need a plan that makes no one aware what is really happening."

"Sounds unfair," Jack said.

"Everything in SpakMokey is unfair," I hiss. "Until we come to a plan your men are not coming down for awhile."