Tri-Alien

A Story by Abishai100

A factory-plant in the United States is hiding a Xenomorph alien 'dragon' of malice/intelligence, requiring the workers/manager to band-together for life!

A sci-fi horror vignette inspired by Alien3. Enjoy,

DISCLAIMER: I've no 'formal' ties to the Alien franchise and present this work of fanfiction as only a dramatization of the epic franchise casting survivalism through the imaginative and 'translative' lens of human distance(s).

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On Earth, a Xenomorph intelligent alien-dragon landed and hid in the tunnels under a major power-plant/factory in the United States.

AMLAN SATAN (Plant-Manager: Report): We believe the Weyland Company (space-exploration) had contacted this terrifying alien (insect-dragon like in appearance) and kept it secret that it recognized its hostile signature(s) and it was too late to do anything when it arrived at our factory-plant her in the United States, forcing me to become the 'executive-general' to rally the workers to design a flare-running system for evasion and counter-strike using flame-throwers and a lead-pit to draw/burn it into, sending it to oblivion, and avoiding death ourselves from its acidic/explosive saliva while 'awaiting with faith' the arrival of the social-media blogging 'reps' of Weyland.

Satan himself ran through that factory-maze with his 'worker-team' that dark week to evade the 'Xenomorph' alien-dragon and successfully drew it into the lead-pit where it was melted into oblivion. It's intention was clear --- bloody murder. This wasn't the HG Wells or Asimov sci-fi we grew up loving as kids in the United States. Amlan's wife (Ezzy) arrived after the alien was dead and helped his frightened husband assemble the report(s) for Weyland, outlining the pure dangers of pursuing more 'research' with 'false-rhetoric(s)' about modern 'social-media' era 'tech-toy' democracy!

WEYLAND (Statement): We've no clue what this 'alien' (Xenomorph?) wished, but we're pleased to continue studies; safety-1.

DIARY (Amlan Satan): Running through that tunnel maze-system in that factory-plant reminded us of the 'quality' of darkness and why, despite all the 'flowery' of sci-fi storyboarding in human civilization (Earth), raw survival intelligence requires the basic 'humility' of spiritual/religious (Catholic?) pragmatism (e.g., liberal use of flares as running/burning tools and kits!).

Years later, Amlan Satan would regard this adventure in the United States, through (ironic!) social-media democracy-blogs about the value(s) of disclosed science-research and 'discovery' for the masses for safety-1 rhetorics and human capital.

SURVIVOR: That thing was a damn dragon; it had explosive/acidic saliva; we'd imagined we'd become 'faerie-warriors' of Hell.

One of the casualties was a factory-designer and young 'dashing' Ivy League engineer named David Yale who realized/learned that science-fiction in the 'hands' of man didn't always yield 'solid' pub-house lyrics and art(s).

WEYLAND: We're carrying-on with our grand vision(s) of excellence in sci-research and made a museum-city for Xeno-IQ!

One of the female spokesmen elected for Weyland-media was a magazine-writer who cast modern celebrities and social figures as extensions of Earth-IQ regarding absolute survivalism distances!

DIARY (Amlan Satan): When the 'dragon' fell into the lead-pit and we burned it (alive!), we'd realized that we found Heaven.

One of the 'survivors' of this factory-plant Earth ordeal was a worker whose hand and forearm were melted away by the acidic/reactive saliva of the Xeno-dragon (creature!). This poor soul stated to the Hollywood Reporter, "My arm is what I gave for the 'dark faerie-tale' of this factory-plant maze-running distance(s)."