And in an imperative moment, the Privateer Sisterhood ship was disabled and boarded by the Xenomorphs, the crew flooded in a frantic assault of lecherous creatures that seemed to syphon the rationality from the combatants minds whilst submitting them into a deviant, carnal display as their bodies were sequentially probed mercilessly with no restraint by the Xenos feelers.
A pair of ranks remained, holed in the gravity core room, attentively watching as the bulkheads metal creaked with the imposing force from the opposite side, a small chink formed; spewing out a viscous fluid which puddled initially, reorganizing into a massive figure that had several protruding extensions.
Corporal: Holy-... It's huge!
Liutenant: Quickly, we must take it down before it gets control over us-
Corporal: But our weapons haven't harmed them!
Liutenant: We'll have to resort to hand to hand combat- And utilize our entire bodies...
Corporal: You mean-...?
Liutenant: Exactly-... And don't let me see you enjoying it either- That is an order soldier!

(They did enjoy it.. ._.)