(Actually they got to earth in 1945, planted sleeper cells of giant spiders set to awaken in the 2020's to eat people, returned in 2040 and got their asses kicked.  The links I PM'd you give the history.  In about 2050 the "good" Gn'hoth will be sent back to their homeworld (they had conquered many, leading to the extinction of 5 species the Gn'hoth said were non sentient and butchered as livestock), and the "bad" Gn'hoth have been placed in slavery with use as livestock permitted.  If it's set in current day 2016, she would be piloting a scout ship to explore where the aliens are coming from and search for allies.  I'll wait to hear what time we're using before deciding on her next actions)<br/><br/>Hours later, the wasp woman is content.  To quickly dispose of the xenomorph eggs, the security forces enlisted her help in return for a 200 point cred stick as payment.  "Why not get a huge pot of boiling bicarbonate of soda solution.  I could eat some hard boiled eggs."  Of course, she had to shoot them when they hatched in the boiling antacid (who knew they were so heat resistant?) but once dead they boiled like anything else.  Security forces cart away the shells while the blonde nurses a drink and looks around the bar.  Anyone who's seen her diet gives her personal space a lot of respect.  She looks at the bar patrons, now that the excitement is over.  Two insectoid races that are still looking her over, their antennae reading her scent messages (which are: contentedly full, healthy, not in heat, curious), about 5 humanoid races that are avoiding her, a guy with a horse butt and legs, and a mix of traditional carnivore races.  Cat people, hawk people, slug (?) people, frog people, gator people, snake people and…were those shark people?  How are they out of water, she wondered?  And what are they eating?  She focused her universal translator (derived from the Gn'hothi ship's logs) on the menu.  Fried bunny people, Fried calimari people rings, pick your own humanoid and a chef will prepare it at your table.  Several other sentient (?) and non sentient (?) creatures with varied preparations.  'All menu items can be eaten raw but the management takes no responsibility for food borne illness', read the disclaimer at the bottom of the menu.  Right.  Well, it looked like her meal of de-acidified xenomorph larvae had certainly established her "street cred" so she sized up the patrons to see if she thought anyone could help her.