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The hot sun beat off Ridley’s carapace with a pleasant warmth. The stifling, dry, arid air of the desert would have been unappealing to the average human, but Ridley was nothing approaching average or human. To him, the desert air tasted of freedom and open space.
The unmaking that had left him without his wings had left him unable to truly taste the world held only to an elite few, and as the Raptor soared through the air with regrown wings, he relished the feeling of the wind sweeping past him, the scream of the air as he tore through it at high speeds. If Ridley had been a more sentimental creature, he would have wasted his time with some acrobatics, simply enjoying the feeling of traversing the air.
But Ridley the Space Pirate General was going to be trapped as Ridley the Leader of No One and Nothing - save a small scientist with a crippling caffeine addiction.
No, Ridley was destined to rule as pirate king once more. And he would not obtain his fortune by standing in the still desert air. The Dragon gave an errant sniff, enjoying the hot desert air, before turning his eyes to a familiar scent.
The faintest hints of the corroded metal and disgusting corpses unearthed and shown the air again lead him back to the Vault - The Xenomorph hive that had nearly claimed Ridley’s hive, and the current, temporary lab of one Olivia Octavius.
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The trip down through to the vault was as desolate as Ridley remembered it. The long tunnel opened as he put in the familiar access code. The alien face he had discovered as the code to this vault long ago remained the preferred password - it tended to confuse even intelligent humanoids, as Liz had quickly shown. The Pirate General, who’s thoughts tended towards shapes and
The inner vault began to rumble open, and Ridley, rather than waiting for the vault to open, took flight, soaring overhead as he readied his body. The Space pirate’s goal was to confer with the doctor and get an update, but the trip to actually meet her was far down in the vaults below.
Thus, as the doors opened, Ridley waited until he was high in the clouds before swooping down like a hawk, diving as he picked up speed. By the time the vaults were open, Ridley’s mighty form accelerated through the entrance like a violet rocket.
The darkness of the vault around Ridley passed in a flash as the wind warped behind him. It took him only seconds to reach the bottom, and the whistling of the wind through the tunnels created a ghastly wail as Ridley landed like a hurricane in the midst of the hive.
Ridley’s grin widened as he heard the screaming of the wind through the chamber. It announced his return better than the loudest doorbell, and it didn’t take long for the new, pressurized doors of the chamber to open and reveal…
“...What are you wearing?” Ridley asked, lips curling back in disgust as he saw the good Doctor Olivia.
“It’s called being comfortable?” Olivia asked amidst a puffy layer of sweater, fuzzy slippers still showing. “I didn’t know you’d be coming so quickly, and, well, I’m waiting for a few of my projects to develop, so I’ve been enjoying a little intellectual puzzle and figured I didn’t need to be wearing my normal clothing to do so.”
“I thought you found it hot here.”
“I installed a cooling unit, but it’s been a little chilling since I installed it.”
“So turn up the heat.” Ridley snapped.
“Oh, no can do, the new invention I’m testing-”
The Doctor continued to speak, but Ridley’s hearing suddenly started to fade at the same time his vision did, loud tinnitus filling his ears as the room turned temporarily white.
“-dley. Ridley!” The doctor cried, but the Pirate lacked even the strength to answer...
The unmaking that had left him without his wings had left him unable to truly taste the world held only to an elite few, and as the Raptor soared through the air with regrown wings, he relished the feeling of the wind sweeping past him, the scream of the air as he tore through it at high speeds. If Ridley had been a more sentimental creature, he would have wasted his time with some acrobatics, simply enjoying the feeling of traversing the air.
But Ridley the Space Pirate General was going to be trapped as Ridley the Leader of No One and Nothing - save a small scientist with a crippling caffeine addiction.
No, Ridley was destined to rule as pirate king once more. And he would not obtain his fortune by standing in the still desert air. The Dragon gave an errant sniff, enjoying the hot desert air, before turning his eyes to a familiar scent.
The faintest hints of the corroded metal and disgusting corpses unearthed and shown the air again lead him back to the Vault - The Xenomorph hive that had nearly claimed Ridley’s hive, and the current, temporary lab of one Olivia Octavius.
---
The trip down through to the vault was as desolate as Ridley remembered it. The long tunnel opened as he put in the familiar access code. The alien face he had discovered as the code to this vault long ago remained the preferred password - it tended to confuse even intelligent humanoids, as Liz had quickly shown. The Pirate General, who’s thoughts tended towards shapes and
The inner vault began to rumble open, and Ridley, rather than waiting for the vault to open, took flight, soaring overhead as he readied his body. The Space pirate’s goal was to confer with the doctor and get an update, but the trip to actually meet her was far down in the vaults below.
Thus, as the doors opened, Ridley waited until he was high in the clouds before swooping down like a hawk, diving as he picked up speed. By the time the vaults were open, Ridley’s mighty form accelerated through the entrance like a violet rocket.
The darkness of the vault around Ridley passed in a flash as the wind warped behind him. It took him only seconds to reach the bottom, and the whistling of the wind through the tunnels created a ghastly wail as Ridley landed like a hurricane in the midst of the hive.
Ridley’s grin widened as he heard the screaming of the wind through the chamber. It announced his return better than the loudest doorbell, and it didn’t take long for the new, pressurized doors of the chamber to open and reveal…
“...What are you wearing?” Ridley asked, lips curling back in disgust as he saw the good Doctor Olivia.
“It’s called being comfortable?” Olivia asked amidst a puffy layer of sweater, fuzzy slippers still showing. “I didn’t know you’d be coming so quickly, and, well, I’m waiting for a few of my projects to develop, so I’ve been enjoying a little intellectual puzzle and figured I didn’t need to be wearing my normal clothing to do so.”
“I thought you found it hot here.”
“I installed a cooling unit, but it’s been a little chilling since I installed it.”
“So turn up the heat.” Ridley snapped.
“Oh, no can do, the new invention I’m testing-”
The Doctor continued to speak, but Ridley’s hearing suddenly started to fade at the same time his vision did, loud tinnitus filling his ears as the room turned temporarily white.
“-dley. Ridley!” The doctor cried, but the Pirate lacked even the strength to answer...