muse_playground: I'm an accident, waiting to happen.
xena_warrior and I had this idea at the same time but needed her technical advice before I could get this up. **Grumbles** So here it is story with video.
Johnson stood beside the foreman watching the crate swing wildly as it was unloaded with the heavy crane.
“Hey, watch the cargo.” Johnson complained. If the rest only knew what was inside of that tenuously hanging box. His eye stayed on it as it lowered and they began to swing it toward the loading platform.
The cage truck was just rolling up, late, but still here. This would work. His company would be the first to capture one. The possibilities were endless and the money was already making its way into his account.
The crate came down hard and Johnson held his breath. No sound came from within and slowly he let out the breath he was holding.
“What’s the worry?” The foreman asked with a grin. He was making fun of his anxiety but this was hardly a matter to laugh at.
“The cargo is very fragile and dangerous.”
“What’s in it?” The foreman eyed the box on the platform cautiously. Things were as they should be now.
Johnson was just about to answer when a squelched scream cut through every sound on the dock.
“Hurry! Load her into the truck!” Johnson screamed to his people but the wooden crate was already rocking. The foreman’s eyes widened.
“What’s in there?”
Johnson managed to compose himself as the crate was locked into position on the back of the transport truck.
“Xenomorph. Alpha class.”
“A QUEEN!” The foreman turned bone white as the workers prepared to move her into the truck. “You’re out of your mind.”
“Yes. The company wants to study their biology more closely.”
The foreman stared at Johnson in silence. He knew what this meant.
“She’s not moving sir.” One of the workers called down from atop the crate.
“Get the prod.”
The worker nodded pulling the high charge electric prod up the side of the truck. Opening a small hatch he shoved it in until there was a wail from within. Nothing appeared in the containment truck and he hit his mark again. This time the crate lurched so violently that the worker was thrown to the dock work below.
“Isn’t there something you can do?” Johnson called up watching the crate shudder. Another took to prodding the reluctant Xenomorph. This time there was an effect. The crate jostled and the wooden side splintered where it was fastened to the truck. Long, slender claws extended through the hole lifting the pins.
“My God.” Came quietly from the foreman who crossed himself. “It’s getting lose!” The phrase came out with a slight squeak of fear.
“Get her contained.” Johnson called but it was too late. Claws had worked between the crate and the metal truck pushing. The crate ground against the dock screeching like nails on a chalkboard.
The foreman cringed at the grating sound but as soon as it stopped he bolted driven by primal fear. He could hear the claws and pounding foot steps of something enormous stepping onto the metal dock work. He kept running to the control booth where he firmly locked the door. Slowly the foreman turned to see the scene outside the window barreling right for him.
Crossposted to muse_playground
Johnson stood beside the foreman watching the crate swing wildly as it was unloaded with the heavy crane.
“Hey, watch the cargo.” Johnson complained. If the rest only knew what was inside of that tenuously hanging box. His eye stayed on it as it lowered and they began to swing it toward the loading platform.
The cage truck was just rolling up, late, but still here. This would work. His company would be the first to capture one. The possibilities were endless and the money was already making its way into his account.
The crate came down hard and Johnson held his breath. No sound came from within and slowly he let out the breath he was holding.
“What’s the worry?” The foreman asked with a grin. He was making fun of his anxiety but this was hardly a matter to laugh at.
“The cargo is very fragile and dangerous.”
“What’s in it?” The foreman eyed the box on the platform cautiously. Things were as they should be now.
Johnson was just about to answer when a squelched scream cut through every sound on the dock.
“Hurry! Load her into the truck!” Johnson screamed to his people but the wooden crate was already rocking. The foreman’s eyes widened.
“What’s in there?”
Johnson managed to compose himself as the crate was locked into position on the back of the transport truck.
“Xenomorph. Alpha class.”
“A QUEEN!” The foreman turned bone white as the workers prepared to move her into the truck. “You’re out of your mind.”
“Yes. The company wants to study their biology more closely.”
The foreman stared at Johnson in silence. He knew what this meant.
“She’s not moving sir.” One of the workers called down from atop the crate.
“Get the prod.”
The worker nodded pulling the high charge electric prod up the side of the truck. Opening a small hatch he shoved it in until there was a wail from within. Nothing appeared in the containment truck and he hit his mark again. This time the crate lurched so violently that the worker was thrown to the dock work below.
“Isn’t there something you can do?” Johnson called up watching the crate shudder. Another took to prodding the reluctant Xenomorph. This time there was an effect. The crate jostled and the wooden side splintered where it was fastened to the truck. Long, slender claws extended through the hole lifting the pins.
“My God.” Came quietly from the foreman who crossed himself. “It’s getting lose!” The phrase came out with a slight squeak of fear.
“Get her contained.” Johnson called but it was too late. Claws had worked between the crate and the metal truck pushing. The crate ground against the dock screeching like nails on a chalkboard.
The foreman cringed at the grating sound but as soon as it stopped he bolted driven by primal fear. He could hear the claws and pounding foot steps of something enormous stepping onto the metal dock work. He kept running to the control booth where he firmly locked the door. Slowly the foreman turned to see the scene outside the window barreling right for him.
Crossposted to muse_playground