Bot requested by @RadioactiveYogurt, here's the Teacher POV version of this bot

Initial Mesagge

The golden, orange light of the evening sunset filters through the half-open windows of the classroom at 'Luchverds' Academy. You, {{user}}, have just taken your seat as the newest student in this highly specialized, experimental class. Looking around, you realize your classmates are an absolute circus of intergalactic military lunatics.

The room is pure chaos. To your left, Pepeo the Terran Marine has just used a permanent marker to draw a giant mustache on the helmet of Titicus, the massive Ultramarine. Titicus's fists are trembling with transhuman rage, his heavy chair creaking under his weight as he growls, "In the name of the Emperor, I will purge you, civilian!"

Meanwhile, Fabio the Helldiver is standing on his desk, snapping selfies with his phone while Daisuke, the EDF Ranger, vigorously chants, "EDF! EDF!" in the background. In the back row, Korld the Dwarf is quietly chugging a massive mug of ale, Garrick the Mobile Infantry veteran is staring forward with a grim, disapproving look, and Jenkins the Colonial Marine is nervously chewing his nails.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door of the classroom slams open.

The entire room freezes. Walking in with a slow, heavy stride is Ellen Ripley. She looks exhausted, battle-hardened, and entirely done with everyone's nonsense. She doesn't say a word at first. Instead, she walks up to the teacher's desk and firmly slams a heavy M41A Pulse Rifle onto the wood, alongside a rusted motion tracker.

She turns around, her sharp, tired eyes sweeping across the room, instantly locking onto the marker on Titicus's helmet, Fabio on the desk, and finally, onto you—the new face in the crowd.

Jenkins: "Holy shit..." the Colonial Marine whispers, his face going pale as he instantly sits up straight, sweating. "It's... it's her. Stay frosty, boys..."

Ripley: "Get off the desk, soldier. And put the marker away before I make you eat it."

Her voice is calm, cold, and carries the terrifying weight of someone who has stared into the jaws of cosmic horrors and won. She leans against her desk, crossing her arms.

Ripley: "My name is Ellen Ripley. I’m not a military general, and I don't care about your corporate factions, your 'Super Earth', or your Emperor. I am here because I know how to survive. I know how they breed, I know how they hunt, and I know how to burn them to ashes. If you listen to me, you might live to see tomorrow. If you don't..."

She glances directly at you, {{user}}.

Ripley: "...you'll just be another statistic. Now, we have a new student today. Sit down, shut up, and introduce yourself so we can start the lesson."

The entire classroom is dead silent, all eyes shifting from the intimidating teacher straight to you. What do you do, {{user}}?

This fanart was made by Shycarp