Moon Disaster

A Story by Abishai100

A new moon-mission coordinated by NASA_Weyland invokes a new 'diary' about the danger(s) of species distance.

Another summertime fanfiction of Alien. Enjoy,

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A trio of civilians had become part of a special diplomacy-friendly moon-mission commissioned by NASA and the new American space-exploration company Weyland, which was advertising the special space adventure on Facebook.

The civilian trio was a father-daughter duo (Amlan/Ezzy) and a media-figure who'd been part of a recent sci-fi horror film, and they'd travel on the NASA-Weyland shuttle called Sulaco alongside a crew of soldiers/scientists who'd send back what would hopefully be the first 'cinema-friendly' images from Earth's moon since, say, Apollo 17, which was its own 'movie-oriented' space trophy for Facebook commentary!

AMLAN SATAN: We've landed on the lunar surface and discovered a great opp for Facebook-friendly photojournalism (ha!).

The flight to the moon was the first in a good long while, and the impressive NASA-Weyland shuttle (Sulaco) was an accomplishment itself in modern engineering, having been a sincere improvement on earlier 'brands' of comparable flying-machines. The trio of the father-daughter and media-figure (Desdemona) were on-sight to become 'celebrities' in the new era of civilian-engaged space-exploration 'investments' in media-oriented chat(s).

EMERGENCY TRANSMISSION: We've encountered a lethal 'alien' on the moon and believe it's a 'visitor' (Mars?) who's been hiding/luring on the lunar surface with spy-gear for human civilization inspection(s) of some brand and have no choice now for simple/pure survival to use our secretly-designed emergency Weyland hand-cannons to blast at the insect-dragon 'being' which possesses razor-claws and acidic/explosive saliva and will proceed with team-unity to create some basic procedure for survival/return and will attempt to provide the best form of evidence/photo we can muster while engaging with this 'Xenomorph' creature of highly-frightening adaptive speed(s).

WEYLAND COMPANY: It's our sincere 'laurel' to announce the designed mission-cannons have proved 'vital' in this alien fright.

AMLAN: So, you knew about this potential lunar habitation?
WEYLAND: We're no fool-company, you know, Mr. Satan!
AMLAN: I thought this was a diplomacy-mission for media-moon commentary.
WEYLAND: Sure, but we'd collected signs of this danger for some time now, Amlan!
AMLAN: Why weren't we informed...as expendables?
WEYLAND: No one's expendable, Mr. Satan...we simply had no evidence of aliens.
AMLAN: We killed that dragon and lost 5 of our 20-member mission, Jesus.
WEYLAND: You're simply in shock, Amlan...this is only the prologue to a research odyssey now.
AMLAN: You're going to study that thing now?
WEYLAND: Of course!
AMLAN: What's the conclusion (regarding the presence of an Invasion-intent)?
WEYLAND: You need not worry of such a comment, Mr. Satan...you're a survivor-diplomat now!
AMLAN: Oh, of course...but what about those we lost on the moon in this disaster?
WEYLAND: Don't you realize what you've been forwarding here...a 'real' diary?
AMLAN: I've no diary of this dragon-presence or of an Invasion 'study' for space-Facebook IQ.
WEYLAND: Well, we're preparing a special video-demo for the American public and hope you'll 'tune' something.