Xenomorph vs. Ian Superman

It looked very lonely, floating there.

It wasn't any design style Ian had ever seen.

It didn't have Krypton's streamlined curves, nor Marvel's technological feel, and it was even less like the naturalistic arcs of the dinosaur civilization he had seen in the Kepler star region.

The ship looked more like a flattened tin can, drifting crookedly through the stars. Its hull was damaged in several places, and sparks were still bursting from inside.

He spotted monsters resembling Xenomorphs.

Ian returned to his ship.

"Any response on the comms?" Ian asked.

"No. Only an automated distress signal on loop. The language is English, but the accent is strange. Shall I play it?"

"Play it."

A broken recording came through the ship's speakers, accompanied by piercing electrical static:

"This is the Nostromo—we encountered—unknown life-form—crew dead and injured—request any vessel—rescue—it's still on the ship—it's in—"

The recording cut off.

Ian raised an eyebrow. "Unknown life-form?"

Black Box said, "The signal is very old. It may have been transmitting for several days. That ship's power system is still running, but its life-support system is almost finished. There are still life signs inside—four, no, five. Very weak."

Ian looked at the damaged ship on the screen and fell silent for a second. Then his eyes lit up. "Good, good, good! My super vision tells me they're Xenomorphs inside, and you've confirmed my guess."

Black Box heard the excitement in his tone and went quiet for a moment. "Xenomorphs—you want to do what?"

"My God Kingdom, how should I put it, is currently under construction," Ian said, the corner of his mouth curving up.

"It's still missing a little ecological diversity."

"Uh—you're not serious, are you?"

No one answered Black Box's question.

Ian had already stood up and was heading toward the cargo hold. "Stop