Terminal Invader: Dark Knight

A Story by Abishai100

An epic 'misadventure' inside a huge Western airport illuminating the Earth-value of the infrastructure(s) of human detention.

The Terminal (Tom Hanks) featuring a storyboard inspiration from Alien. Enjoy,

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Amlan Satan is a man from a faraway planet here on Earth to track the deadly invading alien-dragon species known as Xenomorph which has landed in an invisibility-cloaked spaceship in the Grand Canyon and then using his invisibility-cloaking device for its insect-dragon shaped large body to prowl around inside a major Western airport. Amlan Satan (aka, 'Storm-Shadow') knows this terrifying alien 'Xenomorph' wants to exploit the natural vulnerabilities of human beings, the Earth-species, and perhaps seeks to destabilize an airport-traffic news-reel in the post-9/11 era of transit-fear linked to terrorism-violence! Therefore, Storm-Shadow (Amlan Satan) is to infiltrate the Western airport posing as an Interpol-office(s) relations blood-diamond interceptor-agent (with his 'dashing' humanoid appearance!) and swap a corrupt terrorism-financing baron's airport security-box 'conflict-zone' (Sierra Leone) gems with toy-beads for a media-message about terrorism-financing insurance d, all the while chasing what he's really after inside the airport --- the dragon-alien (Xenomorph) preying on humanity's 'sense' of depression.

STORM-SHADOW: This is a huge airport, and the Xenomorph dragon-alien has plenty of room to prowl around and target.

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world gem-exchange(s) and makes terrorism woe!

Storm-Shadow's right to assume that the Xenomorph alien-dragon 'being' is a creature of malicious and calculating dissecting intelligence and wants to 'prey' upon humanity's post-9/11 airport-transit/security fears by adding his own dash of dragon-fire to serve as a 'prologue' to its evil 'doctored' invasion of Earth!

XENOMORPH: This airport is 'ripe' for the 'plucking' this dark night, and I'll have my way with the humans inside, no security!

Meanwhile, inside the Western airport, Storm-Shadow (Amlan Satan), our hero-visitor from a faraway planet and space-warrior/crusader who's chasing this evil Xenomorph alien-dragon, hoping to thwart its evil invasion-vision(s) of Earth, has met with a major media-figure who's also at the airport, with his girlfriend and her daughter, to get to Qatar one season ahead of the anticipated World Cup (soccer) event, but he's no clue that an alien intelligence is stalking all inside the Western airport and might inspire storytellers to fashion a very different 'form' of worldly dream.

AIRPORT MANAGER: So, you want us all to believe there's an 'alien dragon' intelligent creature of malice hiding here?
STORM-SHADOW: Yes, sir; I'm an agent of the gov't --- I can offer not much more info now --- you must secure all insiders!
AIRPORT MANAGER: Well, what do you want us to do with this information, Mr. Satan?
STORM-SHADOW: Just stay out of my way and coordinate security-personnel to keep panic down and all away from tunnels.
AIRPORT MANAGER: Tunnels?
STORM-SHADOW: Yes, the Xenomorph alien-dragon 'creature' is prowling around in the basement-tunnel system (for now!).
AIRPORT MANAGER: What will you do?
STORM-SHADOW: I'll kill it for you, sir; for all Americans; for all Earthlings (ha).

AIRPORT MANAGER: Wow, not a 'normal' office-visit for me here today/now; well, do what you must down in those tunnels!

STORM-SHADOW: Prowling around the tunnels, I've cited the Xeno-alien, and it's been spying on that media-figure's girlfriend/daughter through ventilation-duct slits, eyeing it; I can't keep chasing it without fear it's targeted this vulnerable mother-daughter pair; I'll have to secure them away (maybe I'll have them sit/hiding in the Food-Court area --- with security-personnel --- on Facebook.

With the mother-and-daughter sitting safely/together by armed security in the Food-Court area of the huge Western airport, Storm-Shadow steadily stalked the hiding Xenomorph alien-dragon and found it (finally!) in an area of the basement tunnels beneath the grounds of the airport, hiding and sulking in the waste-processing area...and began firing at it without hesitation (given its evil aura!).

STORM-SHADOW: Fortunately, this gun I've prepared in the bathroom (after performing my diamond-work for traffic) is hot.

AIRPORT MANAGER: I think that Interpol-office(s) relations or gov't-'specter' agent (or whoever he is!) has trapped the alien.

It's true, folks. Storm-Shadow (Amlan Satan), our faraway-visiting hero crusader, had managed to corner/trap the Xenomorph dragon/alien in the waste-processing area of the basement-tunnel system beneath the grounds of the huge Western airport and had him melted (to oblivion!) in a toxic 'bath' combined with the special 'debris' ammo in his bathroom-assembled space-gun. That's an airport faerie-tale of dragon-like proportions!

AIRPORT MANAGER: Well, thank God; all's well in the United States; there's no 'sign' of alien invaders or 'diamond' terrorism!

The mother-and-daughter pair waiting in the Food-Court greeted Storm-Shadow with a hug, thanking him for saving-the-day and securing the internal mysterious 'terror-rumor(s)' and restoring all infrastructural activity, and Storm-Shadow had already contacted Weyland Company to get the 'remains' of the dead Xenomorph from the toxic-bath pit in the basement-tunnels. The mother-and-daughter meanwhile had a nice lunch with Amlan Satan who gifted the child with a special Aliens comic book featuring the super-hero Batman and told her mom, "Human entertainment serves to offer images of fear and danger!"

Storm-Shadow fell in love with that young mother and ended up staying on Earth longer than planned, taking stock of all the great architectural splendors that veiled the troubles/suffering of the species on the Blue Planet, feeling grateful for his triumph against the Xenomorph 'airport invader' in the Western world, all the while learning to become a 'huge' fan of Facebook/FaceTime!

“Air travel reminds us who we are. It’s the means by which we recognize ourselves as modern. The process removes us from the world and sets us apart from each other. We wander in the ambient noise, checking one more time for the flight coupon, the boarding pass, the visa. The process convinces us that at any moment we may have to submit to the force that is implied in all this, the unknown authority behind it, behind the categories, the languages we don’t understand. This vast terminal has been erected to examine souls” (Don DeLillo).