“Nope! Nope-nope- nope- nope- nope- nope- nope- nope!!”
– Lieutenant Grimes
The Brood Mother appears, at a distance, to be the usual grade of horrific alien monster; big, tough, and deadly. Once it closes with its prey, however, the real nightmare begins as its outer shell crawls to life into a dozen smaller versions of itself that swarm over hapless survivors much like Terran piranha. The tiny Brood Children are no more formidable than a terrier-sized arachnid would be, but in their number they can quickly overwhelm a survivor, drowning them in a wave of pincers, claws, and teeth.