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Being an hybrid leaves a lot of question that are not always answered... some of them are more important then others...

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There’s one sure thing about space travel that is no matter where you’re heading or how far it is, the possibility of being thrown way off course is pretty much inevitable. You can have the best ship, all the top notch technology to run it but space will always be untamed, it can throw you down a worm hole at any given moment in any given place you are. Where you end up…well that’s another thing. You could end up tossed into some planetary body, swung into the strong holds of a fiery sun with mere seconds before you turn into oblivion. Or there’s that chance you just drift along in some unchartered expanse of deep dark space for the rest of eternity. But if you’re real lucky you just get spit out close to some backwash planet that’s filled with aliens, which for one hybrid hiding within the cargo holds of a military vessel named Cardashion, isn’t so bad.

For Zanian his search was endless and he didn’t really care where he ended up or how far across the many universes he’d have to travel. All he wanted was to find his own, to find the planet where his own species first came to be, all his life so far he’d been in countless ships, had wandered across counted desolate planets in this search, but each was just like the last. With nothing and no one to aid in his quest, and most of the time he was always being chased down. Bounty hunters looking for some extra coin in their pockets by hunting strange alien species in the name of science, or some law type out to blame him for their troubles because they are too lazy to look for the real culprit.

But something about this trip was giving him an odd sense of renewed hope that perhaps, just perhaps this time he might actually find something solid to go off, for now however he’d have to keep an extremely low profile and remain hidden until the Cardashion’s destination was reached. Being an alien aboard a human vessel was one thing, but to be a hybrid alien, from a species that; many times had almost wiped out the homosapien race was something entirely different. He was what many knew as a Xenomorph, a deadly species that sought only to kill off every living thing no matter what it happened to be in order to keep its Hive growing. The ultimate killing machine they were seen as, humans had tried to breed them and control them for their war-fare purposes, each time less successful in doing so and only more threatening to their way of life than the last.

The difference with Zanian was that he was born from a breeding between a Xenomorph Queen with a male of another species long thought nothing but a myth and legend, that of the Dragons. It was this strange mix of species that somehow harnessed the deadly primal side of the aliens, merging it with the controlled emotions of such noble and proud serpent race. For all things he looked more Xenomorph than anything else, with a few exceptions; along with this his head was certainly reptilian not long slender and conical, he even had shoulder length fur that would resemble hair for any other race, he had bright red eyes so he could see instead of using the ultra-sensory methods that the alien race did. Zanian walked mostly upright and wore clothing to pass more undetected if things grew too dire, he hardly ever paced around on all fours like the less evolved of his more apparent species, though being able to climb up walls, hang from the roof and blend into any dark metallic surrounding did come in handy.

Not wanting to have any other species gain knowledge of this unseemly breeding, after several broths, which included both males and females with the ability to reproduce as dragons do. The elders of the remaining dragon clan thought it best to open a rift in space and send them safely to a habitable planet away from those who would harm and use them for their own mindless, cruel purposes. Zanian however missed his chance, he was the last secretly born of this breeding, and the Xenomorph Queen sensed a deep wrong and had ordered her warriors to take him far from the Hive before the Dragons destroyed it and her with their fire, ridding any evidence from the face of the Earth. So his journey began then and all must come to an end some way.

The only problem he ever had on long trips like this was the hunger, above all things he was still a carnivore and if he left it too long that normally harnessed primal side sometimes overtook and he’d wake up amidst chaos of blood and the remains of whatever…or whoever he’d killed. Thankfully the kitchens to this military vessel were close to the cargo and he was able to sneak in and out obtaining the needed nutrition every few days, the joys of having a slow metabolism in space. Zanian always made sure most of the crew were asleep before he’d move from his hide away, staying curled up in a tiny smugglers hold at times became too much, he could always tell when it was time for many of the humans aboard to sleep. He felt the Cardashion slow into a lumbering stealth mode, allowing it to traverse without being detected while its able bodied crew slumbered for a few hours.

But it was on one of these nights that Zanian had crept out from hiding, needing to stretch more than just his legs that would have the trip take a turn that he’d never in his wildest imaginings thought possible and as he sat upon the cold stainless steel bench of the darkened kitchen, chewing away at something the humans called beef jerky this turn would begin. For only a few hundred vectors away from the spacecraft a large star was dying, its light fading and imploding, creating a deadly force known as a Black Hole. Of course the ships guidance and warning system alerted the sleeping crew of this, but with mere minutes before it was drawn into the suck zone with no way out, its human residence were all due for obliteration for their meek forms couldn’t withstand the deatomization of being sucked into the event horizon and spat out the other side into…who knew where.

It was in these few minutes of chaos, as some lesser-minded of the crew tried for the escape pods, only falling into demise more swiftly that Zanian didn’t bother to conceal that he’d been hiding away within their vessel, no instead he simply walked out into a corridor; covered only by borrowed military pants and gazed out of a small window into the swirling abyss of the black hole. There was something mystifying about it, something that pulled at his very being and he found that he couldn’t pry himself away from the beautiful spectacle before his eyes, for only one though drifted into his mind while the blaring of alarms and wails of humans sounded around him…home.

When a surge of pain recognized by his brain, cut through this trance of his Zanian looked down seeing a bullet had burrowed a hole clean through his arm and had embedded in the ships piping in front of him anger bubbled in his mind and he turned around swiftly, long tail whipping about as he eyed off the scrawly human that dared to take a shot at him in its last moments of living. A hiss drew from his mouth, one of warning and it amused him to watch the male scamper back, dropping the weapon only seconds before everything around them began looking like particles as the ship entered the event horizon. One cannot describe the pain of being turned into billions of little pieces of themselves, for it is rather beyond the words of any language all Zanian knew was that when it was over even breathing still hurt for a good hour after the ship reappeared whole on the other side.

Where this other side was he didn’t know, but the ship was quiet, dead quiet. Nothing remained of the human crew save for a few drops of blood here and there throughout the ship. The sudden sound of another warning blaring throughout the ship startled him. “WARNING PLANETARY PROXIMITY BEYOND LIMITS, SHIPS ESTIMATE TIME OF CRASH ONE MINUTE AND FIFTEEN SECONDS. PRIMARY ESCAPE ROUTE ACTIVATED, PLEASE FOLLOW THE LIT PATH TO ESCAPE PODS. WARNING PLANETARY PROXIMITY BEYOND LIMITS…” He didn’t need to be told twice, his form might have allowed him to pass through a black hole relatively unharmed but blowing up as the Cardashion crash landed on some planet was just pushing his luck. Zanian raced on all fours now down corridor after corridor following the red lights that flowed along the path towards where the small pods lay in wait.

He sealed the hatch and hit the purge button, claws gripping the chair before him as he was launched out with more G-force that a space jet could hold. The craft heated quickly when it dropped into the atmosphere, sweat beading off his body as his vision going dark, he lost consciousness before the escape pod plummeted into a body of water, bobbing to the surface shortly after. When his eyes finally flickered open sometime later the first thing Zanian could see were the faces that hovered above him, the faces that resembled his own in every way. Finally his journey had come to an end; he had found his home, his planet and his species. And as he was lifted to his feet three words roused throughout the crowd. “Welcome home brother...”

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