Queen

There was a shriekbuzzclick, then full silence. "She is watching the films again," one of the drones throatsounded. "There is much to learn." "The Queen will do as she will," the other hissvibrated with a neck lurch, and they busied themselves. Entirely correct, the Xenomorph Queen did exactly as she wished for an entire Terran day, amused and fascinated. There they were, on the screen, at such a large and imposing scale that even she jumped when the thing lunged out of the shadows. In reality, the Xenomorphs were tiny (the size of flies) and had blade ridges on their exoskeleton instead of a long, articulated tail. You hopped on and sliced your way in. "Sloppy and stupid," she clackgrunted and eyed the drones with disappointment. With this marathon viewing, she had paid special attention to service levels and selfless dedication. Things would change; she would demand more and immediately. "Ruthless," one of drones jawthumped. "Beautiful," said another (with blade ridges at attention).