Mars Dr.

A portrait of Earth-species defense(s) relative to 'Red Planet' misadventure(s) and a wily 'super' hero in Weyland-ranks doctorates.

A very colorful sci-fi horror story inspired by Aliens (Dark Horse) comics. Enjoy, 

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With the profits and wonders of the moon-missions coordinated by NASA, the new space-company Weyland found all the funds/investors it needed to build upon the Mars-mission of automated machinery-driven planetary recordings, with the 'land-rover' pseudo-robots already sent to the mysterious 'red planet' from which seemed to 'emanate' potential of real conscious/sentient 'alien' life but for which no evidence was as-of-yet discovered.

AMLAN SATAN (Diary): I've been selected to be the 'human Martian' on the new Weyland mission-to-Mars which will involve me staying on the 'red planet' in gear and protective masks/gloves to wander around and take videos/photos while searching for 'real' signs of intelligent/alien life, and my gear will protect me from both viruses and atmospheric harshness. While I remain 'supremely' confident my Weyland 'election' comes from my 'superb' training as a space-explorer, I can only remain 'humbly' confident that I'm going on this quest for the signs of nonhuman life simply for the evidence(s) of human curiosity.

What Amlan Satan (aka, 'Storm-Shadow') discovered on that 'red planet' of intrigue/mystery was no ordinary experience but one of hostile alien intelligence encounter. There was an alien species 'creature' living underground, beneath the photographed surface/terrain of Mars, which resembled an insect-dragon of rather large size (7-ft. height) and possessed/exhibited acidic and explosive saliva as well as razor claws and certainly hostile intentionality. This alien, labeled a 'Xenomorph' was focused on running Storm-Shadow (Amlan Satan) in an underground machinery-built 'Martian-maze' to see if he had the 'gumption' to outrun the creature and avoid its acidic/explosive saliva. Storm-Shadow was elusive, sure-footed, horrified, wily, agile, and hopeful as he managed to trick the Xenomorph dragon-alien into falling into its own toxic acid-pit in which it 'tragically' burned into ash!

DIARY ('Storm-Shadow'): I can't believe I survived this horror-show on the Red Planet of Mars. Weyland congratulated me and turned me into an 'overnight-celebrity' when it realized they had a real 'knight' on its ranks/side(s) and could use me as diplomacy capitalism 'emissary' in its post-mission 'campaign' to 'paint' the prowling and terrifying predator-alien ('Xenomorph') and cast it as a 'being' competing with human beings, albeit with great wrath/fury. This laser-gun Weyland gave me, experimental/novel, and purely based in self-defense 'rhetoric'/ideology is precisely what I used to create a Martian underground metal-maze chase-game 'trickery' and shootout which resulted in the death of the horrifying predatory alien which only wanted to send our species the 'dark' faerie-tale message that competition (or war) or wrath is simply unforgettable.

Two years later, Amlan Satan's girlfriend (Shelbye O'Hara) was discovered to be infected with some kind of lethal/toxic strange disease, somehow implanted in Satan's body by the Xenomorph dragon-alien but would never erode Amlan's biochemistry but instead destroy that of anyone he made love to, which is arguably/perhaps what the lethally cunning Xenomorph 'dragon' had intended all along. Amlan (Storm-Shadow) felt like a damned fool, but Weyland insisted that this 'revelation' hypothesis would lend credence to the species-claims that any direct 'challenge' posed by a competitive (hostile?) alien 'being' mandated a full research/response system by the Company...and by future soldiers sent to Mars to destroy other 'Xeno-aliens' as a stand against species insult. Storm-Shadow simply stood over the tombstone of his beloved Ms. O'Hara, mourning the deterioration of her white blood cells and the eventual anemic death.

The 'misadventure' had prompted a series of highly-provocative Alien comics which resurrected the dream of the intrigue surrounding the mystique/mist of the moon-missions of yesteryear with a touch of 'raw' danger/horror blended with the sort of 'Earthling' stance regarding forced courage and survivalism-IQ indicative of what made human intelligence so special/unique. While Storm-Shadow remained an 'avatar inspiration' for multiple storylines/boards in these award-winning comics (LA/DC/NY), he still mourned Shelbye and 'secretly' held the belief that any 'sign' of the dragon-alien with such lethal competitive dangerous proximity should simply be considered...evil.

DIARY (Storm-Shadow): I remain confident/humble that I die a human-species hero and perhaps a 'super' knight of celebrity/legend proportion(s), though perhaps no one has 'truly' intimated by inborn wrath/hatred for this evil being on Mars, which I managed to miraculously destroy. If any more aliens of this 'brand' prowl around the known universe, may we humans remain confident/humble in the divine and magical stance that our species special/unique 'brand' of survival/evolution is much more a 'thing' of purified dreams...and love!

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