Alien_ Isolation Digital Series _ Episode 3 _ ALIEN ANTHOLOGY

One creature had done all of this. It had turned Sevastopol into a tomb. And now it was hunting anyone who was left. It's strange. Hating something for doing what it was made to do. But I hated it. And every immutable law that made it that way. I had to find Samuels, Taylor, station security, anyone who hadn't been killed. Even one of Seegson's piece of ---- androids. Shouldn't be here. I need to get into comms control. It's urgent. That is a restricted area. It's an emergency. Don't you realize what's going on? Apollo has the situation in hand. Forget it. I'll find my own way in. This will help. It's me, Hughes. Don't you recognize me? Listen to me. We've got to re-establish long-range communications. You're becoming hysterical. Get back. I'm warning you. Tut, tut. This is all a big sound cookie. No. Oh my god. It's just great. Hello? Is anyone there? Samuels. If anyone can hear this, we need help. Please respond. Samuels, you're alive. It's Ripley. Ripley. Taylor, it's Ripley. We were getting worried. I made it. Where are you? We're at the transit station now. It's right by medical. Okay. Samuels, listen to me. It's not safe here. Seegson's got this place locked tight. Their goddamn androids are killing people. That's impossible. It's contrary to primary synthetic programming. I've seen it, Samuels. I guess Seegson's got a different idea about synthetics. And there's something else here. A creature. It's big and it's lethal. Ripley, slow down. A creature. It's a life form. An unknown type. Some kind of alien organism. It's extremely dangerous. You and Taylor need to make- Ripley, Taylor is hurt. She was injured by debris during the crossing. How bad? I can't move her. I need medical supplies. We need to treat and pack the injury. And the Torrens? The radio is broken. I can't contact Verlaine. We're on our own. Shit. Okay. I'll come to you. Keep your eyes open. Getting off the station wasn't going to be easy. But I wasn't leaving without that recorder. I had come a long way to find the truth. Some kind of tracker. Of course, I knew it was crazy. I knew when they said my mother had gone missing on the other side of the universe that it was just a nicer way of saying dead. But there was always this other part of me that kept asking questions. This other part of me kept hoping. Believing there was more to the story. Following dead ends. And this was just another one. Damn. Jesus Christ. Someone on that station was still fighting the creature. I just had to find them and hope they didn't think I was their enemy too. I sent you a clear directive not to land on station. I told you we didn't hear your message. We understood you would be... Identify yourself. Ripley. From the Torrens. Relax, kid. What the hell is going on here, Marshal? Where's the security forces? You're looking at them. I've seen the creature. What is it? I don't know. Something brought here by Marlow. The captain of the Anesidora. The ship that found the flight recorder. Is there anywhere safe left on this station? That creature's running around and the seeks and synthetics are less than friendly. Goddamn androids. Taylor needs attention. We have a basic life support unit back at HQ. Then let's go. Waits had gathered the other survivors and he had medical equipment for Taylor. What we needed now was a way to kill that creature and get off the station. Calm down. We're safe now. Waits has a plan. A plan? Really? His ******* plans haven't done us much good so far. Maybe we'll be safe here. For now, anyway. How's Taylor? Stable. She'll be walking soon enough. Samuels is with her now. I've got Marlow in the cells. The lowlife who showed up with your flight recorder. Where's Marlow's ship? The Anesidora? He put it in a parking orbit around the gas giant. Son of a bitch won't give us the command codes to let us bring it in on auto. Maybe you can get more out of the unhelpful bastard. Go talk to him. Marlow? Who wants to know? My name's Ripley. I'm with the company. Here for your empty box already? You guys are keen. I'll give it to you. I'm here for personal reasons. My mother was on the Nostromo when it went missing 15 years ago. You serious? What ship? Well, we never found her ship. But you sure as hell found something else. What happened out there? I need a way out of here, Ripley. Maybe we can make a deal. Just start talking. I want to know everything.