October Sea: Dragon-Hearing

A Story by Abishai100

Will an invader-alien 'spice' matters-of-sea for valiant defecting Russian-Algerian sea-captain (Satan) in a multi-campaign dark-fable for Earth-dating?

A fun 'chess' like visage for modern political exchange(s) inspired by the amazing warfare-film The Hunt of Red October (Sean Connery). Thanks so much for reading,

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The Red-Xenomorph alien crossed through the Stargate dimensions-portal and entered Earth-realm as an adversary of human civilization.

Captain Amlan Satan is the commander of the new Russian submarine known as October, and he's to steer the underwater vessel of impressive crewmen to the shores of the United States to strike at DC during the Russo-Ukrainian War to negate any agenda(s) regarding potential Western/allied/American military offensive on behalf of the Ukrainian peoples the Russian gov't seeks to submerge following the annexation of Crimea which is now a 'common-IQ' on social-media (Facebook!).

ALIEN: I'm going to man my own 'invisible' submarine towards the October (Captain Satan) to test his faith in modern agenda.

CAPTAIN SATAN: The crew of the October sub is quite good; I'm to get them to Washington to strike; justify Ukraine-invasion!

However, something's not quite straight-forward here. Captain Satan intends to 'deliver' the October sub to the Washington host(s) when he sails there successfully to (ironically) prevent any further support of the West on behalf of Ukraine for the reasons --- 1) Russia can't afford more dissuasion; 2) Ukraine-invasion doesn't seem to hold profit-ledgers. Amlan poured over his notes and his old school-memories in Chechnya regarding the 'math-mapping' of land-motion decision-making relevant tracking of 'slope-intercept' coordination/point(s) grid evaluations of straight-line dynamics corrupted by multiple 'objects' in space (or at sea!) and determined that 'defecting' the October to Washington and offering advocacy-diplomacy (with immunity-support!) regarding aid to both Russia/Ukraine is the 'supreme' chess-maneuver with mathematical magic. However, he's to persuade the Americans...while dodging any Russian boat potentially seeking to intercept this sea-'crusade' of the matrix.

One of the seamen of the October is actually/ironically/incidentally a spy sent by the Russians to 'observe' and report on Captain Amlan Satan, given his somewhat 'liberal-radical' philosophical Marxist-romantic 'nature' and perhaps nature to 'not-deliver' on this Armageddon-promise to destroy Washington with the October's missiles.

SATAN: Wait, there's something wrong, here, ship-mate.
SEAMAN: I sea the sub-vessel approaching, Captain!
WASHINGTON: Is it Russian?

SATAN: It can't be Russian...it's not Russian-designed...more advanced (somehow!).
SEAMAN: What the hell is it (it looks like a Russian sub, no?)?
WASHINGTON: If it ain't Russian...it's alien.

SATAN: I know I'm to assume the worst, Vice-President, but alien?
SEAMAN: Well, we must prepare with due-diligence, Captain Satan!
WASHINGTON: You mentioned/suggested...it looked like an 'alien' sub, Satan?

SATAN: I'm merely sailing this warhead-vessel to America without vertigo/vortex.
SEAMAN: My God, the sub's just turned invisible!
WASHINGTON: It's definitely extra-terrestrial.

SATAN: Alright, I'll attempt to use manmade radio-coms to communicate with it.
SEAMAN: We'll send the signal(s) now, Captain!
WASHINGTON: Good luck (stay in-touch).

SATAN: What the hell's an alien-sub doing in the waters stalking us, seaman?
SEAMAN: It's sensed our 'politics-intrigue' and wants to 'challenge' or complicate the matter, sir.

SATAN: I think you're right...but maybe this 'alien' vessel/seaman is a chess-fan.
SEAMAN: Right, sir.
WASHINGTON: Did you send the communique-attempt, Satan?

SATAN: We're about to do just that, Vice-President (stay in-touch).
SEAMAN: Sending now, sir.
WASHINGTON: Excellence...

ALIEN: So nice to hear from you, legendary Captain Amlan Satan.
SATAN: You know I'm a 'Chechnyan'-Cossack descended war-decorated sea-man, eh?
ALIEN: I know much about your Earth-civilization IQ, Captain Satan.
SATAN: Why're you following me here/now in this dark sea in this tribulation-time, alien?
ALIEN: I want you to play chess.
SATAN: Aha.
ALIEN: You're impressed by my invisibility-cloaking 'alien' sea-machine, eh, Satan?

SATAN: Maybe!

The alien continued to explain to the 'valiant' Captain Amlan Satan that handing-over the October-sub to the Americans during the tribulation confusions/complexity was no simple game but requires 'stalemate'-IQ, while Amlan sensed the alien's agenda was to determine if this micro-chess 'stalemate' condition of consensual political rationale balance-magic was the 'right-justification' clause to warrant a non-Invasion policy by the alien in preference for perhaps an Earth-ocean (abyss) isolationist-exile status as a 'permanent' priest (invisible!) of Earth-civilization journalism (private). All Satan had to do was play both the alien and the Russians in this chess-match and wrought a stalemate with double-shape(s).

Captain Amlan Satan of the crusade-vessel October managed the miracle-at-sea (indeed!). He negotiated with both the alien regarding Earth-politics apologetics and with Washington regarding due-diligence diplomacy/delivery by expressing and re-presenting globalism motions rhetoric through the 'grid'-lens of ambition's due redness. He simply told them, "Future vessels in outer-space or at sea reflect/symbolize that 'natural' human fascination with wrought-magic in times of great multi-tasking democracy...like two bishops waging 'depth(s)' for diagrams!"

Years later, we find Amlan Satan retired and living in New England with his Navy-wife Shelbye O'Hara and reading a digital copy of The Post (Washington) and recounting his 'extra-ordinary' ordeal in those 'dark-seas' of Earth-tribulation(s), transcending the 'haunted' memory of the Red-Xenomorph...and of October skies. He'd converted to Catholicism too!

WIFE: I read in a tabloid you confronted an 'alien' being at sea, Amlan?
AMLAN (Satan): Don't believe everything that 'sounds' plausible, Shelbye, my dear.

WIFE: Long journey(s) since those fateful sea-decisions, huh?
AMLAN (Satan): I simply had the 'right' crew which drew me to the 'right' beaches.