Perhaps it’s cliche to say that Call’s brain is ‘scrambled’ upon being kissed by Ripley. The circuitry in her head going haywire. ‘Just like a human.’ That’s what she was meant to be… What she is. Human… And just like a human, several unclean thoughts go through her mind in response to what had just happened. Namely what it would feel like to have more then just Ripley’s lips pressed against her skin… Was Call programed for that? She didn’t know, but now she does.
“-“ Nothing but a hot breath escapes the tiny woman’s mouth when 8 pulls back. Wide doe eyes filled with want, uncertainty and shock all at the same time. Was… Was Ripley aware of what she’d just done? She always goes on about how she’s learning new things… Discovering how things work again… But… No. Of course she knew what she was doing. It was so perfectly executed… And fuck, if it didn’t shake the stubborn auton to her absolute core.
“- - I’ll be back soon.” Call finally speaks, tone of voice slightly higher in pitch and shakier then usual. She can still feel the drag of 8’s nails along her throat… The touch of her finger against the thin skin of her bottom lip. How well Ripley’s palm fit against her cheek… Ellen’s palm… “I promise.” And just like that, Annalee is off to infiltrate a top secret base full of xenomorphs. The kind that not to long ago had killed off countless people right before her eyes.
It’s tricky at first. Trying to figure out a way to sneak into the facility. Their secretive man had only lead Call so far. And - with how heavily guarded things are it’s not like she could just walk in. Or maybe- that’s exactly what she’d do. After a bit of playing dumb the robot gets her own private escort to whatever holding cell the men and women of Weyland-Yutani had planned for her. All she needs is a gun. A gun and some keys. That’s how she’d done things before. No one would think a tiny woman- let alone a tiny woman who was ‘dumb’ enough to wander into ‘top secret’ territory could be a threat. She was just a dumb punk who didn’t know what she was doing. Right? Wrong. This was her playground. Smuggling. These people are just her old mindset with shiny upgrades.
But therein lies the issue. Earth isn’t exactly a paradise right now, but those things are under tight security for a reason. If they get loose… If Call slips up… It could mean serious danger for anyone and everyone around. Destruction would be imminent. “Keep the little freak here.” Speaks the one of the men who’d taken her into the facility. Jokes on him. During the walk Call had gotten a look around. Took in the different halls and what they probably lead to. “Now wait just a minute-“ Speaks the auton putting on that signature troubled expression. “Did you just speak to me?” The same man from before scoffs, the gun Call so desperately needed being pointed at her face. If there’s one thing she can’t stand it’s men who think their dick is the most valuable thing on the planet. Next to their favorite toys of course. “No need to shoot. I was just wondering what you’ll plan on doing when these things inevitably escape and kill everyone in here.”
The man standing before Call looks taken aback. Dumbfounded. In utter disbelief. Just who is this little brat? “I’ll be taking that, jackass.” Mumbles the tiny bot- ripping the gun from the verbally dazed dimwit. “Move and I swear to God I’ll put 50 bullets in you. A better death then whatever these bugs can offer you.” Still in a state of disbelief, the soldier pauses. And thinks things over. Maybe he’s stupid. Maybe he’s brainwashed. But for whatever reason, he screams- and Call’s gun is fired a moment to late. She’d be scrap metal in no time.
The auton inhales. “RIPLEY!!!!!”
——– IT’S ONLY IN ELLEN’S BACKGROUND : the ability to settle down. but in the end – ellen & 8 really aren’t the same person. clone is being generous because no matter how much you want to : you can’t bring the dead back to life , especially when they died A CHARRED , RUINED MESS. out of all the things 8 has clearly from ellen’s memories – why did that have to be one ? maybe because it defined ellen. she died making sure these creatures couldn’t get into the hands of a conglomerate , money hungry and corrupted organization. it’s that emotion that’s strongest within her. that one last fleeting memory of ellen’s and 8′s clinging to it for dear life. the xenomorphs or the government couldn’t teach her how to love – but this rowdy band of mercenaries did. THE DAMN ROBOT DID. that’s exactly why 8′s sprinting down the hall.
“ HELLO BOYS – ” 8′s gravelly voice was only accentuated by her sarcastic smirk. it probably would have been more wise to go for the guard coming to his senses right next to the door : he could easily fire on 8. 8 was just more concerned with the guard trying to manhandle call – after all that one’s hers. 8′s long , sharp fingers come up , fingernails digging into his neck and grabbing onto him tight. she pulls backwards and then pushes , he goes flying towards the wall like he weighed absolutely nothing. the guard that had made an appearance by the door swings his rifle and if she was normal – that would have knocked her out. instead all it did was annoy her. brown eyes turn , body turns and the man looks stunned. CONFUSED. 8 also grabs him by the neck. he drops his gun in surprise , both his hands coming up to yank and scratch at her skin. go ahead , cut her. see what happens. she charges forward with him , slamming his back into the door console. sparks fly : it short circuits. that’s what happens with the only control for the room is locked inside. it seems safe until A HYBRID AND AN AUTON break in.
“call ! see if you can find a way to shut down the project. they can’t be stupid enough not to have a fail safe – ” 8 pauses. they could be. “ just kill both those xenomorphs. i’ll watch the door. ” you know what ? she just really likes a good fight too.
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