The Planes of Nightmares

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Release Date: April 1,2013




A stench of musk filled the air of the ages old station "Planes of Harmoney" Taking a deep breathe while walking down a half lightened corridor Artimes Michaels a Senior Research analasist for Weyland-Yutani Corporation let out a deep sigh at last. Thirteen years he worked in this god forsaken space hulk why was it that he always got stuck in the worst places that Weyland-Yutani had decided to set up their so called "Top-Secret" Research stations, he wondered to himself. Stopping at an elevator he pressed the call button and waited paitently as the elevator finally came to a squeeling hault at his floor, with a loud screeching noise the doors slowly slide open to expose a rounded pod shaped elevator, stepping through the elevator he pressed the button for floor 578, a small compartment opened up and revealed a keypad which required individual access codes for different floors aroudn the station, inputting his security key a shortened out and recorded voice buzzed out of the small intercom "Code Accepted, thank you Dr. Michaels". With that the elevator started to lurch down towards his work floor, letting out another deep sigh Dr. Michaels starred blankly out of the windows surrounding the elevator, he had to admit for the old albatross of a research station he now lived and worked on it was still impressive, with 739 floors the station lurched through space seemingly unscathed and unnoticed by any trade freighters, most of the floors housed different research stations for various projects that Weyland-Yutani deemed that the rest of mankind didnt need to know about, Dr. Michaels alone had worked on things from medical research to experimental weapons research Weyland it seemed had never ending funding and there was always new projects however one project had always stood in the dark it was in a single manila folder entitled "project x" little was known about it and it was always listed as active, WY Corp had always been probing and questioning about different species of organisms throughout space wether it was in regards to survival or control, the whole project puzzeled himwith no information to go off of he had always replied with the best of his knowledge on the questions. "Floor 578 Doors Opening" Said the electronic voice from the intercom. "Finally" Michaels said to himself stepping out of the elevator, making his way to his desk he sat in his chair and opened his company mail a single new message entitled "Notification Project-X" Intriguiged by the title he opened the message and read it aloud to himself,

-Open Transmission-Project-X, Operational Status Changed to Active Specimen, Cargo ship S.S. Strecher enroute ETA 2535.01.17 unload cargo implicate level omega testing, live specimen provided, exercise level beta, on going research to continue report progress 2535.02.01 -End Transmission-

That was rather blank he thought to himself, they really didnt say much on what they were going to be studying looking around his small office he got up and poured himself a cup of coffee, as he sat back down at his desk a call came through his office phone, answering it he said one short thing before the conversation was over "I'm on my way"

Stepping onto the landing deck of Docking bay 684 the S.S. Stretcher stood before him a relitively small cargo ship for how hush hush this project was he expected something much bigger but the damned cargo ship fit in the single bay. A single security team of 4 men were waiting next to him to desecend into the docking bay to secure the vessel. The Mighty hatch opened from aboard the cargo ship and the three man crew of the ship walked off to greet the security team, going through the normal process of checking into a WY research station the crew retired to their assigned guest quarters for much needed rest as they claimed. After seven tedious hours the cargo had been put into quarentine a total of thirteen pods all containing some undesierable low life life an odd looking egg had been set up around the massive quarentine room. Starring through a looking glass of the observation room Dr. Michaels observed as the eggs and the men were slowly thawed out from cryo sleep slowly the eggs opened up and in almost simultanous instance the creatures that the eggs housed were upon their victims unaware of what monstrosities their bodies were now hosting sat in holding unmoved and uneffected by the creatures that now clung to their faces. Nodding Dr. Michaels made a few notes and retired to his quarters for the evening.


"This is Cargo vessel S.S. Stretcher we are aboard Weyland-Yutani Research Station Planes of Harmoney and in need of any help that can be provided we're under attack by some creatures we need help, coordinates 005-311-8903 lease respo-" In the deepest Reaches of space the transmission was sent out on an open channel.