Enterprise: Alien Distance(s)

Captain Satan chases Xeno-aliens across the Stargate in-hopes of preventing Earth-realm disarray(s).

A fantasy-adventure inspired by Star Trek. Enjoy, 

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Captain Amlan Satan was a wild adventurer for the Weyland space-exploration company and an avid fan of Star-Trek comics in the United States and was enjoying Facebook-fun during Mardi-Gras in New Orleans (Louisiana).

He unwittingly crossed through the 'fantastic' Stargate dimension-portal during REM-sleep and found himself inside the Star-Trek universe when he woke!

ENTERPRISE: I'm taking command of the Enterprise en-route to the Earth nemesis alien species known as Xenomorph.

Satan commandeered a dashing Enterprise crew for Starfleet and prepared to engage with the lethal insect-dragon like species known as Xenomorph and hoped to intercede on behalf of humanity before the dreaded intelligence reached Earth and therefore instructed the Enterprise to remain on-alert!

ALIEN: You think you wan outwit the likes of us Xeno-aliens, Captain Satan, but we're ever-ready and ever-present now.

This 'Xenomorph' alien was lethal and terrifying, sometimes growing to sizes about 8-ft in height and possessing razor claws and acidic/explosive saliva and a dragon-like tail. It was pure evil, and Satan of Starfleet's Enterprise hoped his crew would shoot the intelligent but malicious 'beings' with their laser-handguns, right in the eyes!

CAPTAIN'S LOG: With ever-steady firing into the Xeno-eyes, Starfleet warrior-crusaders like the Enterprise-crew has a chance.

Then, out of the blue, Amlan Satan found himself crossing back through the very-same Stargate dimension portal to chase/track the dreaded Xenomorph dragon-alien 'beings' which went through as well, prior to Enterprise men/women, to invade Earth in our real-world realm now (ha).

ALIEN: We've been prowling around using an invisibility-cloaking power and terrorizing city-diners and police-stations, Satan.

CAPTAIN SATAN (Amlan!): Me thinks to challenge these 'so-called intelligent beings' in a diplomacy-game of bishop-rook chess.

After Satan managed a glorious 3-3 draw/stalemate with the very-sharp Xeno-aliens who accepted his chess-play challenge in Earth-realm, he realized Enterprise men/women would still nevertheless be required to shoot these Invaders eye-level with their handy acid-rifles (ha).

GIRLFRIEND: Amlan, you need plenty-rest and good Klonopin-Lithium complements to restore you back to Weyland-status IQ.

ALIEN: You've expelled us Amlan, in your magical dream-sleep misadventure for Earth-realm, but we're solid exiles evermore.

GIRLFRIEND: Let's go to that Star-Trek convention in San Francisco, Mr. Satan --- might be the r-n-r you need from Weyland!

DIARY-ENTRY: What makes sci-fi adventure stories so enthralling is their senses of complete death-catch.

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