Facehugger - Sorta FTE

  They sit down together at one of the chem lab workstations and the video begins to play. A chimp lies strapped before a stony oval the size of a large garden vase. The egg blooms at the top like a flower, its meaty-white insides almost delicate. A caul pulls aside, and the creature springs forth, almost too fast to see, until it lands a deadly blow.

  This is the claw he saw floating in the lab. He leans toward the monitor for a better look, and counts eight fleshy articulating fingers with bony joints like those of an old woman. The whip-like tail lashes out, folding around the anthropoid’s neck to choke it out with negligible effort.

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Alien: The Cold Forge, Chapter 11