Tibalt's Alien Dreads

The outstanding Prometheus-crew for moon-travel is a response to a Martian-ally requisition involving multiple 'forms' of defense!

A fun Saturday-morn fanfiction of the iconic sci-fi/horror franchise Alien, a fan-favorite! 

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In the new millennium city of Chicago (United States), the Weyland scientists evaluated the significance of the pick-up of a strange Martian-girl named Sandy from the Earth-moon during the new NASA_Weyland joint-venture space-mission which resurrected Earth-media regarding lunar trekking, and Chicago was filled with storytellers now.

SANDY: I can not disclose the details of why I'd been left on the moon as a messenger of my Xenomorph species but that there's a 3rd mystery-race of aliens resembling arthropods or insects with antennae determined to make guinea-pigs of all species encountered by them during their faraway travels from their home-galaxy of Rai and must be exiled back to their home-sector (somehow!); it's all we Xeno-Martians know, and we (now) entreat Weyland scientist/soldiers of Earth for dire-straits assistance (and hopefully 'progressive' alien-competition IQ imaginations).

Well, Weyland didn't hesitate to choreograph the proportion-response to the 'limited' message offered by the picked-up Martian-girl (Sandy) during the human moon-mission in this new millennium. The new vessel Prometheus would go back to the moon and anticipate engagement with not only these mystery 'arthropod-aliens' Sandy mentioned but also 'rogue/furious' Xeno-aliens descending on the moon to destroy the mystery-3rd race and therefore require Weyland/human soldiers to prepare an anticipatory mission of tri-fire defenses and suicide-courage diagrams for Earth-media in Chicago. Wow.

THAI: I'm one of the human Weyland new-gen soldiers recruited for the Prometheus moon-mission to determine Sandy's goals.

GERMAN: I'm a Weyand soldier (human) on the Prometheus, a resident of Chicago, ready to exile/destroy/negotiate (ha)!

SWISS: I'm one of the few female soldier-members of Prometheus required to assist in this 'Sandy-venture' for moon photo!

Prometheus landed on the moon with the full Weyland soldier-scientist crew, including the man of Chicago (Tibalt) who not only wanted to seek negotiations with any 'furious' Xeno-aliens from Mars Sandy mentioned/cited but also destroy/exile the 'arthropod-aliens' potentially lurking and seeking 'guinea-pigs' for their lab-visions before (hopefully) returning to their home-galaxy of Rai (faraway!). The lunar surface wasn't as fascinating as it'd been since the days of Neil Armstrong, arguably! Wow.

WEYLAND: We've fashioned the members of Prometheus with an incredible set of new-gen guns for quick-target/stunning.

TIBALT: I'm a hesitant soldier (by quality); I want to shoot rogue-Xenos and exile the 'arthropods' with 'chess' for Facebook-IQ!

The Prometheus crew of the eccentric Chicago-man (Tibalt) did just that. They not only 'connected' with the Xenomorph aliens whom Sandy sought assistance for on the moon-surface during the Weyland-venture but also used Tibalt's bold-command to shoot any rogue furious Xeno-aliens before attempting to engage the 3rd-race (arthropods!) for chess-exile. The Xeno-aliens, some rogue, some allies, commented, "Tibalt must succeed for Weyland...or die!"

WEYLAND: So, you killed some Xenos; negotiated with others (for Sandy's Mars-return); and outplayed the arthropods (chess)?

TIBALT: Surely; I'm feeling like a sell-out; the Prometheus crew was outstanding (happy); the arthropods were chess-exiled!

WEYLAND: Didn't know you'd been a Facebook-chess aficionado, Commander Tibalt.

TIBALT: Surely; the allied Xeno-aliens meanwhile 'gifted' us with a special 'species-crafted' chess-set (ha).

WEYLAND: Cool; well...we've got you slated (now) for a 'cool' Weyland video-game media-marketing venture for social-media.

TIBALT: Surely!

SANDY: Oh, thanks so much to the offbeat Prometheus-crew (Tibalt-and-co.); we Martians are sure cyber-games flourish now!

The mysterious guinea-pig collecting 3rd-race of 'ugly arthropod-aliens' with wiry antennae and insectoid bodies were effectively exiled to their home-galaxy of Rai with a 'calculating' chess-maneuver by smart 'Commander Tibalt' who used a rook-and-queen combo to overwhelm their diplomat opponent and his/its weakened knight-bishop lines, and the arthropods had consented therefore/afterwards to remain in their 'mystery purple-galaxy' of Rai (ha). This was positive Facebook-chess media/news for Earthlings of Chicago...and it would inspire new galaxy-artworks on Earth (which Sandy might praise too!).

TIBALT: This 'cool' Xeno-alien gifted chess-set, quite crafty in aesthetic, reminds us why intelligence is competition-sane.

WEYLAND: These armored ugly arthropod-aliens from the Rai Galaxy are not beings we'll encounter again in the future; wow.

WEYLAND: We've offered some minor visuals for Chicago-newsmakers/storytellers regarding the undesirable arthropod-aliens.

SANDY: War is hell; the universe is war; with the arthropods now exiled back to Rai (galaxy), more human-Xeno contests wait!

{Tibalt as an older-gentleman of Chicago --- courtesy of The Post}

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