Alien Square

A Story by Abishai100

An invader 'Xenomorph' (alien) sneaks onto the NASA-Weyland moon-mission shuttle and requires elite-force captain (Satan) to track/hunt it in a super-store area basement-tunnel diameter!

A fun late-summer 'dark fable' inspired by Alien 3 (David Fincher). Enjoy,

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The elite new force of space-warriors known as MASK were assigned to firstly plan/energize the new Apollo-19 moon mission, the first one since the cessation of the NASA-Weyland lunar-trips.

MASK: We're 'elite' fighters recruited/drawn from around the globe, and we're drawing special ideations of human IQ for this.

AMERICAN PRESIDENT: I have no doubt (any!) that this elite 'force' will reinvigorate our sense(s) of space-travel capital.

Captain Amlan Satan was on-board the Sulaco shuttle designed by NASA-Weyland and headed to the moon with two lovely female-soldiers of MASK (Shelbye/Esha) and were on-course to bring back vital media-program imagery invaluable for capitalism-IQ or chess-fantasies about space-travel (and alien contact?).

CAPTAIN SATAN: We've go these 'terrific' Weyland hand laser-cannons for this lunar mission, Apollo-19 for all 3 crew-members!

While Satan trekked the lunar surface, Shelbye/Esha remained on Sulaco communication boards to relay video-imagery back to the United States (NASA-Weyland) while also keeping touch with the trekker (Amlan Satan). Meanwhile, Amlan was himself somewhat surprised by the strange non-crater indentations on the lunar-surface which seemed to 'hint' at some alien-being contact on the moon, but no one knew anything about such a conjecture. Satan continued to just trek, as an alien 'spore' latched onto his astronaut-shoe boot(s), without him aware.

ALIEN: I'll latch onto this 'fool' and soar back to Earth on this 'Sulaco'-craft and lurk inside some super-store center (invasion!).

NASA-WEYLAND: So, everything was completely 'normal' and sane on the moon-surface, Captain?

SATAN: Yes, and we recorded all media-relevant imagery and returned safely to Earth, and I'm writing a novel now!

NASA-WEYLAND: Why're you retiring from the elite-force, Captain (if we may ask)?

SATAN: I'm just satisfied with the accomplished/media, and I need not any media-chatter/interview for Apollo-18 (etc.).

NASA-WEYLAND: FaceTime with the kids/nieces, Captain Satan?
SATAN: Earth-IQ is nothing but splendid (ha).

ALIEN: I'm on Earth, latched onto the Sulaco and sneaked into this dept.-store garden center basement area (invasion!).

EMERGENCY_TRANSMISSION (Home-Depot): There's an 'unknown' invisibility-cloaked large-sized/grown alien 'being' inside the basement-tunnel area beneath our garden-center and we need a fighter from the elite-unit to pursue s**t demon and we're certain this is some Phase-1 of some invasion-inception and request immediate aid from the gov't!

Fortunately, Amlan Satan, suspected of having the alien 'being' sneaked onto the Sulaco during the return-flight to the Earth, was called-back from retirement and ordered to deal with the 'dark' alien invasion threat-report(s). He zoomed to the super-store center with the garden-center beneath which the basement-tunnels were now 'spiritually-sullied' by the prowling invader-alien (a 'Xenomorph') and requiring a certain 'chess-like' maze running laser-tag challenge. Satan mustered his training/wit(s) and chased and drew the Xeno-alien (an insect-dragon creature of intelligence with acidic/explosive saliva!) to a basement-tunnel area ditch where he poured in an entire bucket of homemade hot acid. It burnt to ash within 10 minutes.

NASA-WEYLAND: What'd you have to say for yourself now, 'retired' hero of Earth/America?

SATAN: I intend to retire (again!) and play chess (Toy-Story set!) with my nieces in Sturbridge (United States)!

NASA-WELAND: Good news, Satan; you'll be remembered for all this.

SATAN: If I may ask...are we 'officially' pursuing more 'contact' or inquiry regarding this 'Xenomorph' species?
NASA-WEYLAND: No worry, Amlan Satan; just bound home and choreograph your special chess-entertainment retirement.

SATAN: Thanks...