Weyland's Miniature(s)

Fanfiction of the iconic sci-fi horror-franchise (Alien) with 'special' allusions to Christian mythology, for a spin on the Apocalypse!

A 'bright' adaptation of sorts of Alien. Thanks for reading, and Happy Holidays, 

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WEYLAND: You look too much of a sportsman for this sequel mission to Mars, Ajay.

AJAY: Amlan was my grandfather, and I'm an 'old-school' Phillies fan, just like him.

WEYLAND: We're engaging with multiple dragons (aliens!) whom your father feared!

AJAY: I know the bad-rep, that he reported/claimed they were Devil's messengers.

WEYLAND: We proceed with a race-contact agenda for science, treat them like aliens.

AJAY: As a Catholic of 'mod' couture, I rarely think of myself as more than a soldier.

WEYLAND: Let's hope so, for your sake, and (honored) memory of your ancestor.

AJAY: Right (thanx, for social media bureaucracy, right?).

Ajay was part of the sequel-mission to the original first-contact with a dragon 'invader' whom his grandfather (Amlan) contacted and reported to the Weyland Company which had now grown much in scope/ambitions that he'd engaged with Lucifer, the fallen-angel of Heaven, as a disguised/mutated 'dragon' alien with an agenda for human-world architecture challenge/dare for sovereignty examinations warranting a long-term exile-noninterference conferred by the kingdom of Heaven itself. Wow, Ajay feared the worst, that his grandfather had gone insane, and that he'd been 'seduced' by Weyland corruption to seek some kind of 'self-exile' himself with this outlandish Christian 'pseudo-heresy' claim about these terrifying 'Xenomorph' alien creatures possessing some 'cryptic-hieroglyph' wager for mankind on Earth for a sovereignty IQ. Well, certainly Weyland conceded to Amlan's grandson, for this sequel-mission, that the new fancy weaponry warranted a 'doubtless' sovereignty intuition for wit(s).

AJAY: I'm fearing something weird, Isa.

ISA: Well, I heard of your ancestor's Christian mythos claims for alien-chess IQ.

AJAY: Aliens aren't kids' stuff, and I respect what my grandfather had reported, ok.

ISA: Yet, you fear he was intimating something deeply disturbed given his insanity?

AJAY: I wonder what Weyland's got envisioned for space-exploration thievery, Isa.

ISA: It's all social media culture/fashion (now), my space-compatriot pal.

Needless to say, the space-design for flight and landing on Mars (in this sequel mission to Ajay's ancestor-engagement with an invader who creeped into Earth was quite the Rapture for science-storytelling or superstition) was quite excellent, and Ajay and Isa, flight-commanders prepared for a contact with an entire 'legion' of dragons/aliens on the strange Red Planet of 'incomplete-distances' to materialism-consciousness (for photo-synthesis).

EMERGENCY_TRANSMISSION: Contact with a host of dragon 'Xenomorph' aliens of same insectisoid appearance and man-size structure with claws and acid as reported by first-contact Weyland mission soldiers warrants immediate self-defense posture followed by swift escape from Mars and hopeful return to Earth with our crew, and Ajay and Isa remain survivors, but we've lost 4 of the 10-member crew (already) and predict photo-graphics for a really horrifying human understanding of the levels of frailty to be endured by mankind in the face of these 'sci-fi' comparable abominations of leviathan (perhaps from the Inferno itself!).

WEYLAND: You've the same eye your ancestor boasted, Ajay.

AJAY: I contend these were demons from Hell, not just Martians!

WEYLAND: You say they had an underground labyrinth with synthetics of acid?

AJAY: They're an acid-messenger force from darkness, and I concur with Amlan now.

WEYLAND: What's the consciousness for materialism-bureaucracy, and sanity, Ajay?

AJAY: Remember, science-fiction fantasy doesn't always produce glowing delights.

WEYLAND: Acid, Ajay?

AJAY: God made blood and water and stones; these are demons for acidic chess.

WEYLAND: Acid-chess?

AJAY: You heard me right; this is some unnatural 'chemistry' for war-mindedness.

WEYLAND: You managed to escape/survive, alongside your 'honey' (Isa), Ajay.

AJAY: I don't (dare) make light of that, for it's a matter for education, I think now.

WEYLAND: You should retire, soldier...as did your ancestor (Amlan).

AJAY: Thanx (right).

DIARY: I've met a cool buddy-girl on Facebook who's enlisted in the American armed-forces, and she's got the dare to join Weyland, but I told her that after escaping Mars with Ajay, Amlan's grandson, all I wanted was the bright photo-graphics of normal (religious) life on our fare-rich Blue Planet. -ISA (December).

WEYLAND: I think Ajay's retired to that same Wingate housing his ancestor once.

EXECUTIVE: Wingate?

WEYLAND: Maybe we'd spin this for some religion-fervor for Earth evolution/sciences?

EXECUTIVE: There's talk of aliens driving humans insane with zealotry and panic.

WEYLAND: Good for funding and story-writers it seems (no?).

EXECUTIVE: What if these Martians are 'ancient' adversaries of our way-of-life?

WEYLAND: All the reason to invest in the banks of Earth language (wow).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)