-- hitting her like a body blow, she grabbed for the knife at her hip, pulled the blade free and drove it, hilt deep into the monitor's casing, sparks and her rage fueled shout filling the air.
Chin dropping, trying to catch her breath, she closed her eyes, silently vowing --
-- their own means?
No.
No, that couldn't be...}
"Commerce. The lifeblood of a new frontier. Discovering new resources. Inventing new technology. Building better homes.
Weyland Yutani. Building better worlds."
{The sight of the settlement buildings, whole and intact --
-- glassy, she leaned into the monitor, staring at footage of terrain she knew all too well.
The hills where she'd played with her brother.
The lakebed where the Bugs had snapped her mother in two.
The landscape of her nightmares, and the Company was using it for --
-- transport, now the picture filled with Company equipment, terraforming a world that looked all too familiar.}
"Not quite home away from home. But here at Weyland Yutani, we see beyond the immediate, shaping new worlds for every man, woman and child."
{Eyes going --
-- the Weyland Yutani corporation has been at the vanguard of a new frontier."
Hicks?
{Unable to take her eyes off the screen, she called out for @BugHunter_USCM, uncertain voice seeming to echo as her mouth went dry.
The scene changed. No longer a vista of space --
-- away from her face, stomach twisting as she watched the screen, the logo giving way to an image of a transport gliding silently through a jet black sky, curving elegantly around a planet.}
'From our first voyages of discovery, to faster than light cars, --
-- she seen that 'W', that lettering stretched across the hallways and labs of the settlement on LV-426?
Too many to count.
And by the end... By the end, most of those logos were unrecognizable.
Blood smeared, mostly.
Charred.
Head tilting, she pushed her hair --
'Welcome to Weyland Yutani.'
{Startling as the network monitor crackled to life under the fumbling of her inexperienced fingers, she dropped heavily to a seat at the bridge's comm station, staring at the eerily familiar logo on the screen.
How many times had --