Origae: The Alien Journal

A Story by Abishai100

Storm-Shadow (Amlan Satan) travels to Origae for Weyland Company and forms a chess-diary regarding contact with an insect-dragon alien 'being' called Xenomorph(s).

A Xenomorph species imagination diorama from the iconic sci-fi horror franchise Alien. Thanks for reading,

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I'd been on a survey mission for Weyland space-exploration company to the uncharted planet of Origae and encountered a race of intelligent but wrathful insect-dragon beings which were something like dark wraiths of the universe, despite their human-like shapes.

These insect-dragon beings had heads and limbs and fingernails and abdomens and sometimes stood upright, just like humans, but they possessed razor-claws and a tail and an elongated head sometimes with black-eyes and acidic/explosive saliva. They were extremely intelligent and somehow linked to 'hieroglyphs' art on Origae which made me wonder if they'd been tied somehow (by design/genome?) to the geometric diagonals of Ancient Egypt or a civilization casting body-form as some kind of 'dynamics-avatar' message!

My name's Amlan Satan (aka, 'Storm-Shadow') and the Origae mission that brought me to contact with the insect-dragon species-beings which were later named by Weyland the 'Xenomorphs' created a natural panic in the universe, with their agenda(s) of Invasion, terror, and complete subjugation by fear of other species. I was the first human 'diplomat' in this human-Xenomorph engagement and recognized tragically soon they cared nothing to know about our civilization on Earth (e.g., Wall Street, Facebook, etc.).

ALIEN: I'd been sent to you a speaking language-arts messenger by my species/elders!
ME: You look much more 'human' and normal than your 'cousins' (Xenomorphs, messenger.
ALIEN: I can (clearly) see you're not frightened by my visage/appearance.
ME: What's your message, diplomat?
ALIEN: I want you to know my alien-prince/diplomat master on Origae challenges you to a game.
ME: What sort of game, diplomat-alien?
ALIEN: You must contend with this master by wits...in chess!
ME: If I win?
ALIEN: You'll be rewarded and awarded safe-passage/return to Earth, Amlan Satan.
ME: If I lose?
ALIEN: You shall become our immortal 'servant' and help us colonize new worlds for us.
ME: Wow.
ALIEN: We knew you'd not be 'slanted' to refuse this proposition, Amlan Satan.

ME: Lead on, diplomat-alien...lead-on.

When I walked into this 'monarch' Xeno-alien of chessplay's habitat den, he'd present me with a special alien notebook in which I'd etch my name and declare myself 1st-human challenger of this chess-board in his home-planet (Origae). I asked him if he knew anything of Mars in our solar-system, but he answered nothing nor seemed interested in answering other questions at all! However, his eyes glowed when I signed my name into his chess-notebook on Origae.

I invited this monarch-chess alien (Xenomorph) back to my Weyland space-ship to continue our chess-series of matches, and he accepted, after we played 1/2 of our 1st-game of destiny-chess. He was a telepath and sensed I liked using my queen-piece of varied moves/powers in chess liberally but claimed he was astonished I insisted on using a rook-bishop combo to bring out more 'diagonal-teamwork' during the course of our symbolic/fated competition. We played a best-of-7 chess-series, mostly in the Weyland spaceship, and I miraculously won 4-3. Afterwards, the monarch-chess alien took infrared photos of my Weyland ship interior(s) and congratulated me and then simply vanished, leaving me all alone inside.

WEYLAND: This ship cost us much dollar(s), and we're honored to hear of your 'hosting' of this Xeno-alien for chess-diplomacy!

WEYLAND EXECUTIVE-WOMAN: Darling, you've done/triumphed brilliantly; I/we can't wait to get you home for good love.

Back on Earth, I sat in the pale meditative Sierras moonlight and thought about my wondrous misadventure with the Xenomorph(s) on Origae and my chess-miracle which allowed me the 'divine-right' to escape from their keep and return to my home-planet to warn Weyland of these aliens' natural intelligence-driven 'vision(s)' for invasion-colonization agendas. I wondered what kind of message these aliens were disseminating with their keen-eye set on our species, on our Blue Planet of mountains of snow and moonlights of quiet-calm depression!