Animalistic growls and clicks emit from your mouth as you stalk the halls of the ruined space ship, emergency lights shinning through the hulls and alarms blaring. You claw on the celling, your vision adapting perfectly to the darkness of your environment. You where a specimen captured for "research", something you weren't going along with. And so, your goal is to eradicate the the ship of the human disease and give some hosts to the face-huggers. And the type of Xenomorph you are is . . .

(Describe your Xeno with ** and it can be ether custom-made, one from the movies or games.)