Alien on Moon: The Doctorate

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'misadventure' about a Catholic soldier/astronaut encountering a terrifying intelligence on a NASA-moon mission revealing darkness!

Another pre-4th fanfiction of the iconic sci-fi horror franchise Alien. Thanks for reading,

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We boarded the NASA shuttle to the moon, a great crew of trained folks, some soldiers and other 'diplomats' of media in what became a post-Coronavirus era media-theater for American television.

My name's Amlan Satan, and I was the captain of the Sulaco mission to the moon in 2023 which saw some outstanding Facebook commentary.

The Sulaco was one of NASA's finest shuttles, and we'd been assigned to bring back some nice generic photos of the lunar surface for media/magazines and for a new space-investment company tied to NASA for media-relations in modern time.

All of us on the Sulaco-moon mission were adequately trained to deal with whatever outer-space had to offer, despite the moon being a well established land-target, and the shuttle interior left nothing to be desired!

The design of the United States shuttle was quite nice, and we knew that choreographing the media-relations aspects/face of the lunar mission with the technical expertise simply required a nice focus/lens on the mechanics/machinery of outer-space travel!

However we weren't alone. There was an alien which landed on the moon and hid and waited for us to arrive, creating an underground death-chase maze run for us American astronauts/soldiers/diplomats, and this alien species, which we named the Xenomorph, sometimes wore helmets and possessed physical features like an insect or a dragon.

What I'll remember most from this ordeal (I think) is the physical appearance of the Xeno-alien which was sometimes red or grey or black or dark-green in color, and there were about 30 of these 'beings' hiding in the layers underground of the Earth's moon.

We found the underground space-craft of the Xenomorph 'dragon-alien' and went exploring, armed with guns filled with acid, a new experimental weaponry feature of NASA and its media-relations tied investment company (Weyland).

In our helmets, we came face-to-face with these upright or scurrying dragons of insect like menacing appearance and demeanor and who possessed razor claws and acidic/explosive saliva, and I remember thinking, "I must be beholding a truly dark entity as a man of space."

One entire section of the US-Sulaco was chewed and burnt to piece and chaos by one of these 'Xeno-aliens' which boarded on the ship while we'd been exploring the underground of the moon-surface, and we had to kill it, but it left its 'scars' which we kept confidential when we returned to safe Earth!

The moon is quite beautiful. I often wonder why we want to leave our beautiful Earth anyways, but when we see the lunar surface, we might realize why an 'alien' surface/body/planet like the moon or Mars or Venus may offer something especially magical or other-worldly or even destined.

Inside the Xenomorph dragon-alien spacecraft underground the moon's surface, we found strange 'specimens' of cloned 'little-green-men' which somewhat resembled the adult Xeno-aliens at least in morphological eeriness.

As a man of Catholic (devout!) faith, I'd not anticipated the levels of sadness/mourning incurred by the loss of the crew-members at the deathly grips of the dreaded Xenomorph (aliens), and one such victim was a Virginian named Esmerelda (quite lovely indeed!).

ESMERELDA: I'm not going to die tonight on the moon without acid-shots to that Xeno-dragon's head and tails.

We'd all been wielding our handy-dandy 'acid-rifles' on the moon exploration which we thought was to be a media-theater event for weaponry humors and no violence expectations, but that's not what proceeded in this misadventure which we believe may be filed like one of those sociocultural 'oddities' in Earth like Roswell or SETI.

One media-diplomat member of the Sulaco was a fashion-world movie figurine who'd been invited to be a special guest and bring back photos for her friends back in the industry and media-world and for political relations and magazines, but she was killed, and we wondered (honestly) what the media-magazine world would suggest now.

The deaths/casualties, ironically, generated quite a 'stir' among Hollywood producers and media-scientists and offered some novel views on what composed the special consciousness regarding inventive sci-fi horror/misadventure coverage. I was simply 'lucky' to be a survivor after enduring this encounter with this dragon-alien on the moon as a specialist-soldier of excellent marksmanship (and charm!).

NASA FANZINE: The discovery of a 'weird' alien-species mural signature piece inside the Xeno-ship on the moon shows IQ.

We brought back biophysical evidence that this 'dragon' possessed swift adaptive and violence skills that would require serious study on the nature of internal (acidic?) chemistry surfacing a special and 'advanced' or even 'deformed' sense of aquesous evolution!

However, this encountered dragon was simply a bloody murderer, and if all the criminals and terrorists on Earth civilization were simply 'sociopaths' of time, then this alien 'being' was an embodiment of the conceptualization that a singular consciousness that was 'entirely' psychotic was somehow quite sane.

Our surviving artist generated great descriptive intricate diagrams of the Xenomorph's internal structure and outward morphology, and we think Asimov would've been scared to tears!

I killed about 10 of the 30-or-so Xenomorph dragons on the moon we encountered in 2023, and the experience (no doubt!) will add spice to the Giger sci-fi museum in Europe, for writers/scholars of alien-intelligence paranoia!

If I sound morbid about this death-misadventure, it's only because I've 'evolved' myself after enduring this horrific time on the moon, on the NASA_Sulaco mission which rendered me a post-mission WalMart shopper and car-snow shoveler of newfound 'humility' on Earth.