"Well don't wait for it to kill us!" Jim pulled out his ballpoint pen and stabbed it deep into its eye, chest, and neck, squirting green fluorescent blood all over his face, shirt, and lab coat. Jim had always been the quiet type, but when he felt threatened in any way, he was more dangerous than anyone I know.

All I could do was watch in fear and amazement as he pried at the open space in its chest and pulling chunks of flesh and organs out, licking its insides off his lips in pure hatred. 

Smith took a few steps back. "Sick bastard..." 

"Get up the hell up, Jim. It's dead." I went to pull him up, and he nearly bit my finger off. 

"Dammit!" I pulled my hand back in reflex, trying to figure out what just happened. "This ship... it's messing with us." Smith muttered. 

We eventually got Jim off the floor and back on his feet. "Mark, you better pull out your gun, especially if some of the eggs have already hatched.", Smith said. 

"Good thinking," I said as I pulled my pistol from its holster. "Do you have your silencer on?"

"No."

I cursed under my breath. "Well, let's get moving. The mother's the one we really need to look out for. Once we kill her, we won't have to worry about more eggs being laid."  

Looking down, I couldn't help but notice how much the dark and fluorescent colors of the alien's remains contrasted against the reflective white surfaces of the ship's interior. I never imagined that I would find myself in this kind of situation. For the next few hours of searching the ship, nothing looked out of the ordinary, and if I didn't know any better, I would have thought that everything was fine. 

Running ahead of the group, I noticed a small hole in the ceiling. "Hey, Jim, take a look at this." Looking closer, I noticed that the hole was lined with more of the green blood like from the newborn Jim had killed. "That hole must have been already there. I mean, unless these things can tear 6-inch thick steel..." 

"Well nothing else could have damaged it," Smith said. "Unless someone on board was playing around with explosives." 

"We're screwed." I muttered under my breath. 

Jim was already thinking up a plan. "We already know that it's possible to kill one of them," he said to no one in particular, "and since it was easy enough for me to kill a young Europan with a ball point pen, I'd say the mother's skin could be penetrated."

"Hey Jim," I walked up and pulled off a strip of skin that had stuck to his lab coat. "I say we try it out now." 

"Sounds good to me."