THE XENOMORPHS
Neomorphs, Praetomorphs, Ultramorphs, and Xenomorphs—forget anything and everything you’ve heard before about facing off against aliens. Ignore the macho bravado you’ve overheard drunken marines spout at bars—especially those with no scars on their faces and all their limbs intact. They are cocky and alive because they haven’t actually seen a xeno in real life. If they knew anything worthwhile about these things, they would be shaken and reserved. If you see a xeno, you do one thing: run. You don’t stand a chance, you never did and you never will. You think you’ve got superior firepower in your hands? Use all your big and fancy toys to cover your escape, but get the hell out of there.
While the classic Xenomorph XX121 (P. praepotens) is the one whispered about most on the Frontier, there are also other breeds created by the various strains of the xenovirus pathogen. A range of them are presented below, but there are several others that will be detailed in further supplements. Each one of these xeno types is terrifying in its own way, and will give you something to suffer PTSD over—if you can get out alive.
"You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect. Organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility."
"You admire it.”
“I admire its purity. A survivor... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.”
Genetic Descendants
Scientific Name
P. Praepotens
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