All right, I've heeded many of the comments and toned down the sensationalism quite a bit. Now featuring less sadistic Aliens and a lot less blood!
Though the Reaper’s specializes more in harvesting raw animal tissues than aerial combat, it is a definite upgrade from the [scout class] UFOs we encountered during the early months of the Alien invasion. Capable of maintaining nearly twice the velocity and sustaining five times the damage of our [Interceptors], the Reaper may signal the beginning of a frightening trend towards larger, more dangerous Alien craft. The Reaper, charged with gathering animal specimens and tissue samples for its Alien Harvest Mission, can competently defend itself with its medium ranged plasma weapons should it be disturbed.
The Reaper’s reinforced substructure houses an enormous gravity manipulator able to exert fine control over gravitational fields. Virtually the entire bottom floor is dedicated to this prominent device; direct conduits from several Xenium Reactor cores are necessary to meet the prodigious power requirements of the manipulator. This device, used solely for the Alien’s harvesting process, is only effective at low altitudes and short ranges. This limitation, combined with prohibitive energy consumption, prevents the gravity manipulator’s adaptation for military purposes.
There is no denying the potency of the device, however; the gory carcasses the Reaper leaves in its wake are unmistakable.
Once unseen gravitational forces raise the unsuspecting creature from the ground, the distortions literally flay the poor creature in mid-air, rapidly separating desired tissues from the remainder. The desired tissues are then levitated to a sample bay on the underside of the craft, leaving the lifeless remnants to litter the landscape.
An unpleasant stench of blood pervades the interior of the craft, and dimly lit corridors make for tense battle conditions. Environmental hazards abound, especially on the first floor: the gravity manipulator’s arcing energy conduits and the Xenium Reactors can rupture and explode with even a single careless shot.
The second level of the Reaper is a stunning display of mechanical dominance over the biological; the devices on this floor are designed for calculated efficiency above all else. Cold, sterile walkways wind around well lit cubicles where various tissue samples are culled and purified. Chosen cellular components are conveyed directly from the cubicles into large, transparent storage vats. The remaining tissues are routed to other machines specializing in the hybridization of terrestrial proteins, DNA, and RNA with complementary Alien versions. The resulting chimaeric products appear to be used for other Alien purposes.
Above the tissue processing level is the third and final level, containing the command and navigational control center- the heart of the Reaper. It is here that our marines often meet the stiff resistance from Aliens determined to defend their ship to the last. Killing the leader and taking the command center is sure to reduce the morale of any Alien stragglers.
Though the Reaper's primary duties revolve around its Alien Harvest Mission, it possesses surprisingly potent defenses, and its sheer size can make securing the craft a long, grueling affair for our marines. This craft is definitely one that should not be underestimated.
“Those poor cows. We must stop attacking the aliens, as further aggression against them will surely make them attack even more cows” – Johnny Bernard, Head of the “Aliens are Friends” organization