I was born initially on the freighter Nostromo; at least that's what the data dics in the escape pod indicated. The son of Ripley and the Captain of the Nostromo. There was a problem though. An alien of unknown origin took root in the ship. Like a vile virus it infected and took over, my mother Ripley seeing the demise of the ship, herself and others put my small body into cryo and punched me out among the shipping lanes most travelled in a small feeble escape pod. My existense was never known to the outside world at that time. An unwanted child caught between the regulations of the time and the reality of a moment of passion, weakness and longing. Sixty thousand years passed, a blink in the universe, but once found, I became a project of ressurection. Nearly all the systems of the escape pod had failed by the time of my finding. Death was at the door, finally.

It was decided, by who I do not know but I was grown again as a clone. So here I am, an ancient orphan amongst a black sea