Alien: New-England

A Story by Abishai100

Three 'unlikely' heroes are made into lunar-explorers after an alien-intelligence signal is received on Earth, requiring an 'agenda' for race exchange(s) education.

A 'bright' fanfiction of the iconic sci/fi horror-franchise Alien. Thanks for reading (and Happy Thanksgiving!),

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Amlan and Lizz and Ezzy had composed a special Interpol-relation blood-diamond insurance-smugglers highways intercept 'force' in New England and considered their government-work(s) a hand-write for social media culture commentary about pedestrianism/consumerism lifestyle-consciousness a thing of sanity-maintenance on Earth, in this new millennium of 'incomplete-distances' to traffic-materialism securities (wow).

However, this wild-happy team was now recruited for a secret Weyland space-exploration journey to the moon, resurrecting a new brand of Apollo-mission vision(s) to recreate fantastic interest in stellar-exploration and possible 'contact' with an alien-intelligence, following the reception of a potential/cryptic 'intelligent' signal of communications detected from underneath the ground of the lunar surface (hmm).

LIZ: I'm settled into a schoolteacher-life in New England, Mr. Weyland.

EZZY: Can't we get someone else to do this for social-media culture commentary?

WEYLAND: This is a media-relations trophy for the taking, and I need celebrities.

LIZ: We've been working only with Amlan Satan and Interpol-infiltration work, sir.

EZZY: What's the 'link' between ninja-diamond swaps for insurance and aliens?

WEYLAND: We've 'cause' to think this alien-IQ language requires celebrity-diplomacy.

LIZ: We're not government diplomacy-celebrities, Mr. Weyland; only specters.

EZZY: Integrated into Earth-world culture/life now without soldier-category!

WEYLAND: You're wrong about that; these aliens might 'sniff' a need for ninjas.

LIZ: What's Amlan Satan say about all this, sir?
EZZY: Is he on-board with this cyber-relations comment-rich lunar-mission (aliens)?

WEYLAND: All Satan needs is a social-media culture 'laurel' to find crusade-agenda.

Of course, Amlan was busy continuing works with blood-diamond ninja-infiltrations for smugglers-highways intercepts in the challenged Windy-City of Bulls-Bears markets when Weyland had contacted Liz/Ezzy with this stealth-mission for alien-contact on the moon, drawing an interest for recruiting 'special' soldiers with a knack for uncanny ninja-sensibility, in case these lunar-communicating aliens (Martians hiding?) demanded a special 'stealth-chase/challenge-game' to complement their outright race-communications intrigue signal of 'pseudo-politics' temptation. Amlan was a real ninja (in deeds), and Liz/Ezzy were now 'self-retired' as New England citizenry, leaving-behind their work with this masked 'operator' of commerce/traffic life defense of Earth-realm culture/festivities.

AMLAN: I was on my way to Mardi-Gras, sir!

WEYLAND: We need your 'face' for skills-confidence in a possible lunar-darkness.

AMLAN: Martians/aliens who 'crave' humans with ninja-masquerade skills are evil!

WEYLAND: We need a new brand of explorations-heroics; we need you, Satan.

AMLAN: Damn...I was on my way to Mardi-Gras, Weyland!

WEYLAND: Damn, right.

The trio was trained and sent to the moon in December '23, on the special newly-designed secret vessel called Nostradamus, and they were armed with special water-rifles of theater-gesture (secretly filled with HCL) for an engagement of possible peace with these signal-sending (hiding?) aliens (from Mars?) or a combat-challenge requiring acid-warfare. Amlan/Liz/Ezzy were given the diagrams of the Nostradamus, a spaceship built in tandem by NASA/Weyland for a possible 'fantastic' media-relations toast for intelligent-species exchanges for technology/knowledge and had no idea if these 'aliens' here vain or hospitable (damn).

WEYLAND: You 'claim' contact/conference with a 'dragon' alien from Mars?

AMLAN/LIZ/EZZY: The Martian-devil nicknamed our trio X-Men.

WEYLAND: 'X-Men' sounds like that comics-franchise for vanities/humor(s).

X-MEN: Well, that's what we're going by with the Company, for messaging (now).

WEYLAND: Fine; what's the calculation for mechanics with this 'dragon' is of matter!

X-MEN: We made contact with a dragon-creature of chess-like acumen on the moon.

WEYLAND: He shared his love of chess with you X-Men?

X-MEN: The alien (from Mars) insisted his lunar-spy mission was of intelligence-IQ.

WEYLAND: He'd been watching Earth-world culture for personal notes of exchange?

X-MEN: He insisted we'd been the perfect diplomats, given our ninja-sensitivities!

WEYLAND: So the Martian 'concurs' we selected the right-stuff for exchange/chess?

X-MEN: That's what it seems; in deeds, he considered us diplomacy for war/peace.

WEYLAND: Given your work(s) with capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' defense(s).

X-MEN: The alien thought of us as 'strategy' piece-players of Earth-confidence/IQ.

WEYLAND: What'd he say, after concluding you'd be the right 'pawns' for message(s)?

X-MEN: He put us in an underground tunnel chase-examination with his drone(s).

WEYLAND: Survivor-game for media-IQ with a 'twist' for Earth-ninja soldiers (IQ).

X-MEN: He seemed to warrant a human-skill test for sovereignty respect(s), see.

WEYLAND: And you triumphed...and he allowed you to Earth-return (safely/smart).

X-MEN: We've only to report this is Phase-1 of a 'grand' opus of 'race' challenges.

WEYLAND: Well, we've the 'B+ mark' for this initial 'examination' on the moon, eh?

X-MEN: We request a retirement/pardon from any further examination/agenda now.

WEYLAND: Fine; perhaps this Martian with archaeology-mentalism is a test-thinker.

X-MEN: We believe this is some universe-omen for vanity and recommend humility.

WEYLAND: Great (thanx)...we'll file the (necessary) 'etchings' for evolution-matter.

X-MEN: We're confident you'll not betray any Earth-race leviathan.

WEYLAND: Of course (farewell, ninjas).

X-MEN: For the 'good' of archaeological bureaucracy, Weyland.

WEYLAND: Sure.

Why'd Amlan/Liz/Ezzy (the designated 'X-Men' of Earth) consider their New-England retirement 'gift' the fitting trophy for their lunar-exchange with this hiding/messaging Martian-alien? Amlan was the one who was 'invited' to play chess with the dragon-alien on the moon and drew a sketch of the monstrous larger-than-man-sized 'being' for Weyland records, noting its strange insectoid physique with elongated head and ravenous claws and fierce visage. After drawing a 'cool-stalemate' with the Martian-dragon, Amlan decided his life of blood-diamond ninja-infiltrations soldiery on Earth (with covert Interpol-relation IQ) was 'preferred' to this moon-Mars alien-agenda execution(s) for Weyland (or NASA) and thought the New-England retirement 'package' was the right tone for escape from any further/continuing civilization journal-examination for alien-intelligence and human diplomacy/acuity for social history relevance/analogies (of 'politics' leviathans).

AMLAN: They gave me a time-share retreat in the Berkshires, my ladies.

LIZ: You're fortunate...given your 'record' of blood-diamond 'James Bond' work(s).

EZZY: Surely, man; forget that chess-hellmouth with the Martian dragon (past).

AMLAN: I shall, ladies; this is a retirement-vision for a soldier's haunting, ok.

LIZ: Cool...maybe we'll visit you and gift you something for a sportsman's peace.

EZZY: That's what you (really) need now, Officer Satan...Earth-paradise imagery.

AMLAN: Maybe you're right...that Martian was no nature-photographer (ok).

Liz/Ezzy gifted Amlan with a fantastic Sabatini (Argentina) 'youth-fanzine' pro-women's tennis spirits oriented memento of the upstart-athlete's cool-defiance of the then-invincible Graf (Germany) in the 1988/1990 US-Open finals, a pre-9/11 era Homeland 'toast' for all things media/peaceful/diplomatic reflective of Earth-culture activity and enthusiasm for social exchange and media, perhaps to aid the ex-soldier (Amlan Satan) in forgetting his lunar-past with this exchange-test with that 'dragon' (from Mars!) for a future-view of what'd be (hopefully) an escape from any future-agenda (Weyland/NASA) to accent or complement what the alien had decided was a 'race-exchange' contest-challenge for competition or ambition --- the 'quality' of universal trophies (for the Ego).