Author: zzetta13 PM
Prometheus : Aftermath, Afterlife, and Afterquest are continuing story arcs based on the movie. Although I'll do my best to stay within canon, there may be some twists and turns and a few liberties taken here and there. My apologies if they don't fit well. I will focus on trying to keep things believable, story wise. Hope you enjoy, Z PS: thanks for excusing the errors!Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Horror - E. Shaw & David - Chapters: 30 - Words: 66,292 - Reviews: 100 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 11-17-12 - Published: 06-12-12 - id: 8209733
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Author's note: Hello readers, Sorry if I am a little premature with this, but I thought that I'd add a little *donkey tail* to the end of the big budget movie, now playing in theaters called "Prometheus"! Although the majesty of the movie was eye bulging, I am afraid that it will not be received well by the sci/fi community. That being said I really did enjoy the show, and as movie sequels ( or prequels) never die, they just grow old on a shelf somewhere, I decided to add a bit to this one.
If you haven't seen the movie as of yet then I'd advise that you skip this, being that there are spoilers about. But if you have seen the show and am curious about what could have taken place immediately after the spaceship zooms upwards towards the stratosphere then by all intent, read on! I'm open, as always, to any discussion about any written theme that I may have knowledge about, and I love exploring the next-step in the evolution of a film.
I view this as being something that could be glued onto the backside of the credits as the names and places roll over the screen. That little continuation of the movie that maybe the theater clean-up crews see after everyone else has gone. Just my thoughts anyway…..thanks for reading, Z
Elizabeth Shaw sat in the confines of a seat on a spacecraft that was much too big for her.
"Built for the gods!" she thought, but she did not spend much time thinking of the enormity of that imprinted idea upon her brain! Actually her mind's thought was more on why the humanoid had reacted the way it had whenever it had been awaken, by them, from it hiber sleep (hibernation). Surely it must have sensed that it was not under attack. Why had it wanted them dead?
Other than extending a hand of friendship, the creature had eliminated the visitors it had found aboard it's vessel, then it had tracked her down and attempted to kill her, for what reason? The thoughts in her mind told her that these creatures were more foe than friend to her species, more the devil than the divine. It boggled her brain!
Being that all the questions of humankind had remained unanswered, Liz had followed those questions with her own answer. Killing the beast that had attacked her had been the right thing to do! It had been a matter of self preservation, of survival! She would ponder more about it later. At the moment she was in the middle of a crisis. The spaceship she found herself on felt as if it were being shaken apart. The turbulence of the vehicle matching, in stride, the turbulence in her brain.
She clutched the small crucifix which lay across her chest.
"God, if you are out there I need you now!" She uttered outwardly as the alien vessel she was aboard began zooming through the planet's stratosphere.
Liz's eyes were closed, but she felt her prayer reach beyond this universe, to a HEAVEN that may not even be a part of this cosmos.
HEAVEN, a realm of this universe, or a realm of any universe? She would ponder about the earthly psychology of that question later. For the moment, all that she was aware of was that her insides were being jostled about with the drastic movement of the alien spaceship, and the pain of the surgery she'd just endured was becoming unbearable. Soon it would force her into unconsciousness. If the ship didn't settle down she'd past-out and die! Leave this existence, just as the fifteen others souls aboard Prometheus had done. The morphine solution was wearing off, and she would soon be unable to deal with the pain of her wounds.
"Dammit David! Line this thing out!" She screamed into the vast chamber of what she assumed to be the alien ship's bridge. She was in there alone, having place the droid (David) into what he'd told her was the vehicle's engine control center. Her co-host was working diligently to bring the vessel through the planet's atmosphere and safely into space. They needed to reach level orbit to smooth out into a plain of stability.
"Sorry maam, I'm doing the best possible." His voice came over whatever com system the craft used to convey messages around it's interior. His mood was relaxed, but sounded strange as the alien intercom system echoed his response into her brain from another part of the ship. The technology was more advanced than anything Earth had at this time. And if she lived, Elizabeth Shaw knew that she would have time to study and become knowledgeable of the inner workings of the vessel. Yet, that was a big "IF". Still, she knew nothing of how this alien race survived, existed, traveled through space?
Did they eat? Did they cultivate babies? How did they move through the vastness of the universe and return home again? And, did they ever return home again?
Liz knew that returning to earth wasn't an option for her at this point! She had no way of knowing if there were others of their kind whom remained on the planet? Were they tracking her? Watching where she would take the spacecraft? If Liz chose to go back the way she came would they follow? Lay waste to the world she loved, her home planet. Instead she would instruct David to look for the beacon that the alien humanoids may have used to come here. As ancient as it may be, there could remain a remnant of a signal that could have been used to lead them here. Liz could follow that signal! It may lead her to another world just like this one, or it may lead to the alien humanoid's home planet? Her fate then, could be no worst that her fate could have been today! She would follow that trail if it could be located by the android, "David", now piloting the ship towards the heavens!
Just as a slug on Earth leaves a wet residue in it's path showing where the slimy creature had been, so may these creatures have done the same. The energy used in space didn't extinguish as readily as the energy on some cosmic world. It remained for a countless period of time, and could be followed. She would follow that signature. Sure they could track Prometheus back to Earth, the same way, yet she knew that they likely had an idea of where her home world was anyway. Maybe their immediate concern would be to track her? They would loose interest in where she was from, and be more curious about where she was headed?
This was all speculation on her part for the moment. Whatever had happened on the planet below had taken place eons ago. The remnant energy of those creatures had presented itself in the form of a hologram, which had shown her an event that had transpired some millennia ago. Something had gone extremely wrong on that world. Something that they had lost control over. Liz would worry about this later. For now she had her own space dilemma to worry about. She thought about "David", the droid that had been put aboard the Prometheus to run the ship while the others were in hiber sleep. For sure he had become humanized while waiting for the moment to revive the rest of the crew from their state of suspended animation? He had told her that he'd studied her, studied her dreams. Likely knew more about her than Charlie had known, minus the emotion. How was she to deal with him? She proposed to herself, first by making him feel human! She would have to treat David as if he where her equal. A living being that possessed every human quality that she herself had, minus the DND. First she would have to respond to his activity in a proactive manner.
"I know that you are doing the best that you can David, and I appreciate it." Liz spoke as calmly as possible. She realized that "David" was just a head, and actually doing what he could for the moment! She understood that even combined with his body he was still just an "artificial" person! Still, she had to rely on this machine, on his ability to learn things and adjust quickly. Although David was just a tool, an instrument to be used to attain what she wanted, she had to rely on him if she wanted to live beyond tomorrow. She still maintained a suspicion about the android, though. That suspicion she would think about later. Right now she needed him to get her into the blackness of space.
The easing of the turbulence relaxed her a bit. They were now in space, away from HELL! Away from the world she and Charlie thought would give them all their answers. She thought about her lover. How he'd been strong. How he knew of the evil that had entered his body. How he'd destroyed himself by fire.
"Suicide by Cop!" the saying was an irritant, yet relevant to this situation. It's use in the early twenty-first century having been created as a relevant term at the time. Terminated your life so that you avoided causing harm to others.
Elisabeth thought about Vickers, and how she seemed to be the police authority aboard the spaceship that had brought them to this world. The woman had maintained secrets, one being that she knew her father was aboard, and was looking to extend his own life by way of alien contact. Meredith had also been the one to end Charlie's life. It seemed such a paradox to take a young life only to allow that of an old one be privy to an alien fountain of youth! Well that idea had turned around to bite the old fart!
Weyland may have been trying to avoid an existence of life in the hereafter, if he believed in such, but making contact with a race he assumed would be his savior, had ironically lead to his undesired death!
Liz's head fell upon her chest and she began to weep…
What was this, she thought? You'd better be strong. Charlie would condemn you for showing weakness! No he wouldn't, he loved you. You would be the one soul he'd choose to be with for an eternity had you been marooned upon that hellish planet forever! You must not think of yourself or do what you want to do at this moment, and that is to just sit here and let yourself die! You must think of Charlie, and humanity!