Alien: DataWeaver(s)

A Story by Abishai100

An opus on Alien-media and presenting a dioramic tale of Earth-defiance in the face of 'dragon' diplomacy.

Another fanfiction of Alien, for Father's Day! Enjoy,

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Planet Earth was invaded by an alien-dragon known as Xenomorph which had razor claws/jaws and acidic/explosive saliva and hid in the caverns of the United States waiting 'patiently' for the right diplomatic unit of forces to engage with it and 'discover' its hostile intentions towards civilization.

The unit assigned to deal with this smelly task was Red-Mask which many cult-fans of the covert forces of 'GI Joe' gossiped online were actually 'faerie-warriors' disguised as humanoids with swords/lasers to deal with any real 'dragon' on Earth such as this invading eerie Xenomorph-alien hiding in the caverns.

WEYLAND COMPANY: We sent 'false-IQ' signal to the Xeno-aliens who landed/hid in caverns; Red-Mask is sent to fight aliens!

Artistic renderings drawn from the graphics-computing analyses of the Xenomorph dragon-alien rendered it by human view(s) to be an insect-dragon like crawling land-speeder with full intent for bloody murder, exhibiting no optimistic sign of the sci-fi 'imagination' of man that any alien lifeform may wish for peace/research with human civilization. In fact, the Xenomorph was the eeriest alien imagined by mankind on frail Earth.

RED-MASK: We represent the very-best of human-defense(s) and therefore will align to create right-stuff fights (Xenomorph!).

Amlan Satan is captain of Red-Mask and rides a transforming cavern trekking moped-digging vehicle called Maxima which can shoot lasers and capable of targeting the head(s) of the Xenomorph(s) aliens inside the caverns, and he's geared/masked to create confidence in American media/journalism regarding finding the right 'extra-human' sorcerer heroes to defend Earth from this horrid calamity.

AMLAN SATAN (Diary): All known reports of this spaceship of the Xeno-alien 'dragon' landed in caverns-area suggest malice.

The caverns/underground where the Xenomorph 'dragon' creature is hiding is certainly an abomination for any military-man/woman seeking to track/destroy a foreign presence on Earth, since there's ample room to hide-and-seek and create shocking movements of fear and malice.

AMLAN SATAN (Diary): I've no doubt in my heart that the Xeno-dragon's lurking in Earth-caverns to send the sign of war-grin.

WEYLAND COMPANY: We envision a grand painting of wild-life orientation(s) of peace/movement in the water; no evil aliens.

Madame Secretary of the United States has assured this 'extra-human' force for defense(s) in the Earth-caverns ("Red-Mask") that they're to be received with the due-honors of warranted universal peace/honor because of this dark 'stand' against an invading intelligent force with the capacity to confound any semblance of choreographed beauty-magic.

MADAME-SECRETARY: We're gifting all the residents-kids of the United States with hero-soldier female-dolls as signs of hope.

AMLAN SATAN (Red-Mask Captain): We hope the marketing of these new Xeno-dragon (Alien) comics will inspire kids for IQ.

HOLLYWOOD REPORTER: The Xenomorph alien-dragons are hiding in the water of Calgary and climbing the 'needle' Tower!

RED-MASK: Since the Calgary (Tower!) is such an illumination of civilization-IQ, the dragon-alien seeks havoc for social fears!

Inside the Calgary (Tower!), the force-soldiers (men/women) of 'Red-Mask' (GI Joes) are aligned with special laser-sighted acid-guns to shoot at the heads and necks of the Xeno-dragon aliens who originate from various uncharted planets in the known universe and exhibit incredible invisibility cloaking powers of 'dark-magic' and therefore require extra-human 'sense' of targeting/fury to simply stand in the Tower-windows and shoot at them with due speedy positioned hatred!

WEYLAND COMPANY: The laser-acid guns customized by our space-company afford the Red-Mask unit to fire with great IQ.

DIARY (Amlan Satan): This insect-dragon creature (Xenomorph) is worse than Godzilla or Leviathan and exists for horror.

RED-MASK: We conclude it will lay eggs for gestation that will only explode for gestures of complete human-species fear(s).

Fortunately, the Red-Mask army of crusaders, composed of men/women, exemplify the 'natural beauty' of warfare-confidence(s) that reveal the strong nature of discovered skill in fighting and self-composure and fury necessary to engage the Xeno-dragon and protect Earth's 'natural' sense of social-traffic storytelling!

DIARY (Amlan Satan): I'm in love with one of the Red-Mask females (soldiers) whom I dream of retiring to Venice (post-war).

WAR-REPORT: The Red-Mask crusaders used human bait inside the Tower (Calgary) to lure in the dragon-alien and shoot it with acid-lasers to debilitate its vision and head-body agility but those who'd become casualties were laid in the graves and stories which would render them as haunting memory of the enduring 'shock' of the miracles of Earth-design.

AMLAN SATAN (Red-Mask Captain): Watching the dragon melt away in acid-fire/wash in the Calgary (Tower!) basement lifted.

After this inconceivable miracle in Calgary, Amlan Satan retired and married his Red-Mask co-warrior (Shelbye Maryland) and went to Venice where he became a 'd' gondolier and made poems about the enduring 'distance' of the Earth-tale of escape.

INTERVIEW: You'd been one of the humans/civilians in the Tower-fight with the 'dragon' and helped Red-Mask triumph, eh?
SURVIVOR/CIVILIAN: We used flares to lure in the alien while Red-Mask warriors subdued its sense of evil.

INTERVIEW: What's your final analysis of Red-Mask?
SURVIVOR/CIVILIAN: It was light versus darkness in those Tower halls of Hell's docs.

GENERAL CRUZ: We'd been fortunate to provide the needed ground-fire support to catch the fallen dragon after it was shot!

Amlan Satan now spends his time coaching an ice-hockey junior-league alongside his beloved retired wife (Maryland).

WEYLAND COMPANY: We're proud to announce the capitalist-marketing of Xeno-dolls for Xmas-gift shopping for all kids!

The lead researcher of Weyland Company is a father-son duo of Indio and Stellan who're diplomats of the 'courage' to pursue research through the dark-halls of endured regret regarding ambitious signals-transmissions work into outer-space, for social-media report(s).

INDIO/STELLAN: We're studying the universal ether-physics/logic of 'acid' and why it's become a diadem of Xenomorph-IQ.

Amlan Satan and Red-Mask were meanwhile courted/hosted by a Weyland female-rep named Natasha who'd escort them to the various new-era media-markets/events surrounding Xenomorph-alien marketing talks and mementos, hopefully to cast movies/stories about the 'valor' of human dodgeball.