Alien: Donruss*

An account of Weyland soldier's engagement with the Xenomorph dragon and the 'misadventure' of Earth-species defense(s) data.

One more Father's Day edition of Alien fanfiction. 

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Captain Amlan Satan was about to translate the Coronavirus transcendence into the Weyland misadventure to Origae where he'd engage with a terrifying insect-dragon alien intelligence ('species') called Xenomorph with acidic/explosive saliva and claws; Satan knew the Weyland mission would've been 'quite' dark.

DIARY (Satan): This insect-dragon creature is something out of a post-Orwellian nightmare about imposed brutal intelligence.

Fortune favors the bold, and Satan and his crew of the Weyland vessel contending with the Xenomorph 'dragon' wielded a pulsing bright-light laser-gun which released explosive 'phonons' of energized balls! The acid-dragon was ill-fated now.

"That thing will endure and multiply while we serve as merely its humbled ant witnesses" (Weyland Ex-Employee)

INTERVIEW: How'd you survive, Satan?
AMLAN: I survived alongside other(s) and found love back on Earth.

INTERVIEW: How'd you kill it?
AMLAN: Standard 'heart-beat' gun, good friend.

INTERVIEW: Retirement in the life of the arts, eh?

AMLAN: That's the vision of a Weyland laureate.

DIARY (Satan): With the Xenomorph 'dragon' dispelled from Earth-IQ, there'd be hope that sci-fi horror media is once done.

Human beings had for the moment established a nifty Earth-drawn line of endurance/survivalism drawing out the 'goods' of self-sustained expression, in 'defiance' of the Xenomorph-intent to wreak only hickups.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)