SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE - SPACE: Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God...cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology.
CLOSER: It is the Narcissus, lifeboat of the ill-fated star freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights, it seems devoid of life.
The ships computer comes to life, reflecting off a hypersleep capsule. The screen flashes PROXIMITY ALERT and the coordinates of the intruder. The ping of a ranging radar grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus.
The tiny ship is put into perspective as a massive dark hull descends toward it.
INT. NARCISSUS: Dark and dormant as a crypt. Outside, massive metal forms can be seen descending around the shuttle. Like the tolling of a bell, a basso profundo clang reverberates through the hull.
CLOSE ON THE AIRLOCK DOOR: Light glares as a cutting torch bursts through the metal, moving with machine precision, cutting a hectagon path. The torch cuts off. The door falls inward revealing a bizarre multi-armed figure. A robot welder. It backs away leaving the door clear.
A scanner then enters the shuttle, supported by a metal arm. The large machine floats in and begins scanning the room.
Its blue laser playing over all the equipment. As it passes over the hypersleep capsule, it stops and slowly scans it once more. The laser's blue line contours a sleeping woman’s face. The scanner turns off its laser and backs out of the room via the airlock door.
Figures enter, back-lit and ominous. Three men in bio-isolation suits, carrying lights and equipment. They approach the sarcophagus-like hypersleep capsule, f.g. The leader's gloved hand wipes at an opaque layer of dust on the canopy.
ANGLES INSIDE CAPSULE: The leader's light stabs in where the dust is wiped away, illuminating the woman, her face in peaceful repose. Warrent Officer Ripley, sole survivor of the Nostromo.
Man IN BIO-ISOLATION SUIT (O.S.): Bio-read outs are all in the green. Looks like she's alive.
Nestled next to her is JONES, the ship's wayward cat.
LEADER: Well, there goes our salvage, guys.