The Alien-Saga of Amlan Satan

A 'bio' of a Weyland-hero whose 'strange-encounter(s)' with Xeno-aliens brings him to the 'edge(s)' of pure distances.

A 'biography' oriented adventure-epic inspired by Alien. Thanks so much for reading, 

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Amlan Satan graduated from the Ivy League before beginning Weyland space-exploration company training to go on multiple missions to the planet Origae to investigate an alien intelligence signal emanating from there and would bring home reports about the scales and scope of the intelligent extra-terrestrial species known as the Xenomorph for Mr. Weyland himself.

His time at Dartmouth was quite nice, and he learned now to blend science-officer work/training with advanced military-intelligence analysis which made him an ideal fit for Weyland, and he went on a special mission to Origae in 2050 during which he gathered a Xenomorph egg-specimen which he brought back to Earth before taking offtime in Chicago during the Coronavirus-II tribulation/quarantine.

The egg-specimen he brought back to Earth for Weyland blossomed into a large 'predator-alien' creature of some kind of silicon-organic 'material' which was cloaked with a bizarre invisibility and size alteration power-magic, rendering the terrifying predatory intelligent species to prowl Chicago by night and terrorize humanity.

Amlan would never forget this misadventure-ordeal in the Windy City and used a special 'liquid-nitrogen gun' to stun-freeze the roaming invisibility-cloaked shrinking/largening alien-predator 'creature' and haul him back to Weyland's science-study lab(s) and forever saved Chicago from a fate worse than Hiroshima.

For this heroism-triumph, Weyland hired Amlan Satan to go on a second Origae mission, and this time, he'd have to contend with an even more terrifying alien-intelligence, a 'Red-Xenomorph' with acidic/explosive saliva, requiring Satan's pure wit(s) and daring to create a special cyber-electric cage-ring to simply keep the alien incarcerated while he made his dash-return to the lab(s) of Weyland.

AMLAN SATAN: This 'Red-Xenomorph' must be the worst creature of IQ known in the universe, with its acidic-violent mind.

It was inside the Weyland space-vessel named Sulaco that the offbeat-hero Amlan Satan managed to cage this terrifyingly 'eerie' Red-Xenomorph for future lab-corp(s) inquiries regarding the stabilization and dynamic strength/adaptation(s) skill of this extra-terrestrial from the Abyss of the waters of Hell.

When Amlan Satan returned to Earth, he'd been given a special St. Patrick's Day Parade in Chicago, and he then got married to the U-Chicago linguist-professor Shelbye O'Hara and decided to retire from Weyland missions and begin work on his new novel about 'misadventure' encounters with the dreaded species simply titled My Memory (Facebook).

Finally, Weyland would send Amlan Satan on one final mission before retirement, back to Origae for some evidence that this unusual and bizarre insect-dragon creature of predatory skill-IQ had some 'tangible' intentionality oriented towards the inconceivable ideation(s) of complete universe-devastation, and during this final-mission for Weyland, Amlan encountered, for the very-first time, a female Xenomorph alien! This female alien could speak and challenged Satan in a wit(s)-debate/argument about life's special magic.

FEMALE-ALIEN: You've got a special 'gift' for smelling danger, Satan!

AMLAN: I can't conceive of your 'uncanny' talent of speech/language-arts, Xeno.

FEMALE-ALIEN: I can handle such an 'alias' from a Weyland-celebrity of modern time, Satan!
AMLAN: Why're you so intent on communicating complexity to me on Origae, Xeno?
FEMALE-ALIEN: I'm intrigued by your fascination with terrain/environment mobility and transit.
AMLAN: What'd you mean, Xeno?
FEMALE-ALIEN: Are you curious about caverns and the shape(s) of depression, Satan?
AMLAN: Why, yes, I am...as any 'sentient'-being might be drawn to ideations of pure mobility!
FEMALE-ALIEN: Well, I'd wonder if there's a special Earth-cavern that captures your fancy about death.
AMLAN: Death?
FEMALE-ALIEN: Yes...such as the fabled Luray Caverns (Earth).
AMLAN: You know of this place/environment, Xeno?

FEMALE-ALIEN: I certainly do and can see...perhaps you fear variation because of adventures with darkness.
AMLAN: You mean encounters with Xenomorphs/predators have 'jaded' my sense of cavernous-wonder(s)?
FEMALE-ALIEN: Perhaps they have...have they?
AMLAN: No...undoubtedly no...for I'm a thinking/feeling man (human!) with pure ideations of land-rites.

FEMALE-ALIEN: Excellence (indeed); perhaps we aliens engage with the 'right' Earth-cavern wizard (of date!).

AMLAN: Interesting...I shall sojourn in these Luray Caverns (Earth!) for meditations on pure destiny.

What moved/inspired Amlan Satan of Weyland in this final-mission to Origae was what he discovered about the 'adversarial' quality of the Xeno-alien species, including the invisibility-cloaked Predator he challenged/defied in the streets of the Windy City (Earth). He'd always wonder if he should rather challenge this Xenomorph species of intelligence/wrath to chess-play rather than butt-wits with them as a species competition messenger and began work on his alien-IQ/flight novel My Memory (Facebook).

SHELBYE: You seemed 'jaded' by your last mission during that press-Weyland interview with Amanda, dear.

AMLAN: There's something about that species that worries me when I ponder the natural delights of pedestrianism.

SHELBYE: All you need is remembrance(s) of tried-and-true Earth-pedestrian Facebook-IQ activity, dear.

AMLAN: Yes...I need a nice unwinding film to help me remember the 'nature' of Earth's special/unique destiny.

What's so peculiar/odd about the offbeat 'dark' faerie-tale about this Weyland-wanderer of modern time is that his deep and 'iconic' encounters with the Xeno-alien/predator species on Origae would forever hail him as a 'sailor-star' of the universal notion of the raw complexity of adaptation...and dimension(s).

THE END

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