Alien: Watch

A Story by Abishai100

Two Americans are recruited for a unit of Mars-exploration and must 'choreograph' (for sanity) an 'encounter' with a dragons-species.

A fun fanfiction of that iconic sci-fi/horror franchise Alien. Enjoy (and thanks for reading),

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie/genre fanfiction contains images/references with no ties to the franchise and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in social storyboarding (for 'open' translation).

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COACH: Do you know why you were hand-selected by Weyland?
AMLAN: We're a band of merry Americans (fit/fortuitous)?
MARCUS: We've got the faces to match the foolishness?

LEAH: We're a cross-section of typicals considered expendable/ideal?
COACH: Stop the sarcasm; we brought you to this hotel for IQ/briefs.

AMLAN: I like boxers!

COACH: You'll be 'briefed' for your Mars-mission about media-diplomacy.

LEAH: What's that?
COACH: We've a Martian signal verifying a long-standard with aliens.

MARCUS: Whoa.

COACH: You're fit and trainable; these aliens have been documented.

AMLAN: How's that?
COACH: Those crop-symbols and UFO-sightings (Roswell) all tied now.

MARCUS: What do the people know, coach?
COACH: The government mandated circulation of collected imagery.

LEACH: For what form?
COACH: To 'prepare' Earth; using the 'Xenomorph' imagery from movies.

AMLAN: Those things are...real?
COACH: You're here (at the hotel) for 'briefing' given your sanity.

MARCUS: Wow (good for social media).

COACH: Absolute confidentiality/hygiene (ok).

Well, the wheels were turning, and the Weyland space-exploration company (American) of great/certain ambition(s) had gathered an 'ideal' cross-section of the American society, 'faces' representative of the fitness/flexibility of our Homeland 'social media' culture of traffic-intuitions and net-materialism readings and were prepped to become 'Martian' storyboard 'avatars' (for the mod-market).

MARCUS: I wanted to go to West Point before Mars, but it's good for social-media.

LEAH: I wonder if that pensive sort (Amlan) is a 'natural' killer, Marcus.

MARCUS: I hear he's a great target-shooter; but we'll find-out together!

LEAH: Let's hope this is (all) good for social media.

MARCUS: According to Weyland/coach, the Martians have a messenger.

LEAH: Yeah, a 'female-Xenomorph' with a diplomacy 'promise' (hmm).

MARCUS: Good for social media (hopefully!).

WEYLAND: "I'm so impressed/eager with all this Martian revelation and to adapt/choreography all known gov't (Roswell) files with media-circulations for public/mass anticipation 'communications/media' (e.g., Xenomorph-arts) to create a dual agenda for diplomacy...or defense; it's why we've 'designed' these special mod-laser hand-cannons for ya; needless to say, as you know (now), Amlan is our best sharp-shooter; you'll need him (and each other); good for social media."

It's a real honor to be prepped by Mr. Weyland himself and that's what the Mars-exploration team had received for laurel(s) en-route to their 'journey-adventure' to the Red Planet and hoped they'd recount all their training/advice as a welcomed 'miracle' of confidence-preparation, should this 'female-Xenomorph' diplomacy-messenger with a communicated 'promise' turn out to be a malicious trickster. Amlan recommended they forget all the 'talk' about Weyland and focus on what Earth-folks (purely) needed for mass-confidence (or folklore).

LEAH: I think I'm falling for you both (Marcus and you).

AMLAN: Focus on Weyland/Mars; all this sideshow life is a test of faith.

LEAH: Well.

When the team reached Mars, they were in awe of all the realism behind those 'images' they'd seen in various presentations (NASA/YouTube) and were now confident that they'd been the diplomats of the new millennium of something (truly) miraculous...or mysterious. This was photo-graphics excellence, and Amlan gripped his gun as if he was a (pure) hunter for practicality.

AMLAN: I'm not a photographer; this is (simply) journalism.

Well, these Xenomorph creatures, circulated by the American gov't through media/movies for mass-communications 'anticipation' to blend-in any Roswell cover-up (required), turned out to be the 'dragon-species beings' depicted in some sci-fi/horror storyboards (wow). In deeds (and word), the Martian-dragon aliens were acid-spewing malicious giant insect-humanoid terror-drones of a great speed/intelligence, and Leah started shooting at them (immediately) when they'd been encountered in their giant metal underground 'labyrinth' beneath the surface of their haunted Red Planet.

AMLAN: This is not good for social media.

XENOMORPH: Aaaahhh!

LEAH: You're the female-Xenomorph diplomat-messenger, Medusa?
MEDUSA: I took my name ('Medusa') from your myth-texts/scrolls.

LEAH: I know the Greek/ancient myth of Medusa (hypnosis, etc.).

MEDUSA: Snake-deity of obsession (no?).

LEAH: Why've you taken the 'shape/form' of a human woman?

MEDUSA: We Xeno-aliens can shape-shift like chameleons (for color!).

LEAH: Why a human-woman with an Earth-mythology alias?
MEDUSA: To seem more 'hospitable' to you, brave Leah!

LEAH: I guess I'm a media/cinema/storyboard fan of Earth (ok).

MEDUSA: Your 'band' must outrun my drone-dragons in a maze.

LEAH: Or else?
MEDUSA: Or else become our 'slaves' for media-messaging to Earth.

LEAH: This is not good for social media.

WEYLAND: You've made it back (Earth) safely, heroes.

AMLAN: Not all of us, sir.

LEAH: Yeah, we lost a 'host' of valiant expendables for Weyland.

MARCUS: What's the 'examination' now, mister?

WEYLAND: We know (now) the Xenos/Martians are gamesters of hell.

AMLAN: They hate us; it was a test-dare (all along).

MARCUS: Machiavellian!

LEAH: Now we're to prepare an Earthling 'balance' act for future(s)?

WEYLAND: Excellence; we're using some Xenomorph video-games now.

AMLAN: What, for 'education' in future-examination...prayer(s)?

WEYLAND: Why not...isn't man's ordeal one of (pure) mechanics?

LEAH: I guess I've always been a fan of 'cyber' bread (hmm).

The human-Xenomorph 'saga' was proceeding all according to plan, according to Weyland. Amlan/Leah/Marcus were thankful to have escaped Medusa/Mars and wondered about the scope/scales of the future(s) in examination concerning alien-intelligence and potential 'chess-stalemate' thinking for competition-class mythology and sanity. Amlan had become a spokesperson for a Weyland-watch 'line' for youth-capitalism endorsing a long-term agenda to (simply) prepare for all 'temporal-chance' possibilities regarding Martian-IQ mechanics (wow).