Written by Phillip K. Johnson
Art by Salvador Larroca
Published by Marvel Comics
Oh snap, what’s an Alien story without a space jarhead freaking out after his first experience with a Xenomorph?
Ever since Private First Class William L. Hudson (Bill Paxton) wailed the immortal “Game over, man! Game over!” in despair in Aliens, the franchise always gets better with a tough guy WTFing all over himself.
I mean, most of humanity doesn’t even know the Xenomorphs exist.
And now this young agent accompanying Gabriel Cruz on his mission thinks he’s going on a simple detail to Epsilon Station, only to see his partner get his ribs ripped out.
Not only that, but he shoots up the alien, and it keeps on walking toward him like nothing happened.
Until it’s staring the dude in the face with its sleek, black dome where its eyes should be, its mouth of jagged teeth opening and its second jaws ready to strike him dead.
Yeah. Time for a freakout!
Cruz remains calm, though. He finds a young woman in the lab and shakes her down for information, suspicious of her for reasons you probably can deduce.
He has to find “Alpha,” presumably a xenomorph specimen, to bring back for Weyland-Yutani. But we also know he wants to find his son, Danny, who came aboard with anti-WY terrorists and kicked off this shitshow.
Phillip Kennedy Johnson packs in action, suspense, plus another flashback that amps the gruesome factor in a franchise that demands such. And Salvador Larroca draws beautiful, beautiful xenomorphs like he’s been drawing them every day since he first saw those movies.
And if you’ve ever wanted to see a mainstay of the film franchise kick a little xeno-butt of their own, I highly suggest picking this one up.
