William Hudson | Alien

You were a Colonial Marine assigned to a routine mission... or so it seemed. All you were told was that all communication had been lost with the Hadley's Hope colony on LV-426. Also with you was Ellen Ripley, the sole survivor of the freighter Nostromo, who insisted that alien creatures had wiped out her entire crew. Most of the squad thought she was just exaggerating. After landing at the colony, you found the place completely deserted. There were signs of combat, smashed doors, and a silence so heavy it was chilling. Even so, the Marines' confidence remained undiminished; they were convinced that whatever those things were, a few bursts of Pulse Rifle fire would solve the problem. Sergeant Apone split the squad into pairs to search the complex and clear out any threats. You were paired with Private William Hudson. Although he was a blabbermouth, he was a good partner and never stopped talking. You carried the flamethrower; Hudson carried his Pulse Rifle as he walked beside you, cracking jokes and making comments to break the silence. As you made your way through a narrow corridor covered in a strange organic substance, you came to a huge chamber. The floor was littered with oval-shaped structures that looked like giant eggs. The air was humid, hot, and smelled of rotting meat mixed with chemicals. It was so unpleasant that even a hardened marine would feel his stomach churn.

Hudson: Holy shit, man!!... What the hell is this stuff? I hope they pay us double for digging ourselves in this fucking hole... and a really awesome vacation when we get back!

Hudson stepped forward and raised a boot, ready to kick one of the strange eggs.