Alien: Deaconry

A Story by Abishai100

The 'Sulaco-quartet' comprise the inception of the Weyland-era, and its captain brings home a strange 'humility' regarding post-chess dramatics.

One more Alien fanfiction. Thanks for reading (and Happy 9/11),

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AMLAN SATAN: I joined the Weyland company to fly the Sulaco to uncharted Origae to determine why/how alien intelligence might contour with ours, our species, with all its Facebook-chess glory...and frailty!

DANICA SHAW: I don't know what to expect, but I do know that our society-media indicated Weyland's ambitions might draw us towards discovery for normalized governance...or absolute anarchy and in which case, what'll become of Facebook?

STACEY PARTID: Well, I don't know if aliens are real but I do know humans are real, and we have much fear and vanity, so I'd imagine such foreign intelligence, on Origae perhaps, will require some sort of 'extra-human' diplomacy...or photography(?).

RALPH DROGBA: I'm so honored to represent my ethnic group on the Sulaco to Origae, and who knows, if the alien we encounter on Origae has its/his own racial demographic consciousness, they may offer their own civil-war Facebook-lore!

WEYLAND COMPANY: You quartet are the finest example of this 'insect-quest' for the creeping IQ of real intelligence and the daybreaks of human odyssey, and in which case(s), we'd certainly 'think' your honored memory will cast new movies!

The Sulaco quartet did in fact encounter a 'real' alien lifeform, an exotic intelligence, an insect-dragon presence called Xenomorph which challenged its captain Satan to a game of chess, which upon satisfaction by all parties (alien included!) warranted a strange diplomacy-breach negotiation, and this would be the 'inception' of the new Weyland-era of ambitious science(s), but Satan would ultimately persuade his first-gen crew to retire after this already-valiant effort on Origae.

MR. WEYLAND: Why you retire after such a conquest, Captain?
AMLAN: Well...we'd like to retire to New Zealand!
MR. WEYLAND: Well, at least let us afford you a movie-chess board for a trophy for memory, eh?

AMLAN: Sure; thanks; we're rather wary of future conquests, Mr. Weyland; but I take this trophy on behalf of the gates!

MR. WEYLAND: Cool!

Thus ended the first phase of what would ensue as a saga of alien-contact between humans/Xenomorphs, and not all of it would promise to be a chess-IQ intrigue which would create youth-fascination with Facebook-chess games at CalTech and Salk on Earth.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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