Weyland: Beryl

Weyland sends the Star-Force to Mars to confer with a 'Yellow Xenomorph' dragon (alien!) in the inception-phase of what maybe is a long-saga of race exchange(s) material.

A pre-Thanksgiving fanfiction of Alien, which I hope you'll like, 

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WEYLAND: "This deed for Mars-contact with a 'dragon' for whatever he/it may be signals a new age for our media/mechanics concerning those 'incomplete-distances' to capitalism-race 'chess' for the examination(s) of our sovereignty and ambition queues (for photo-synthesis!)."

AMLAN: Will Weyland have us 'contact' this Yellow-Xenomorph dragon on Mars for IQ?

MARCUS: We're the Star-Force unit (elite) for any 'examination' of chess/vanities, pal.

EZZY: Well, we do think this alien is either a nonhuman or the Devil himself; war-IQ.

DANICA: When there's no potential or scope for negotiation, we've competition-IQ.

AMLAN: At least we'd return to Earth with a special photo-synthesis of a mineral-face.

MARCUS: Maybe this 'Martian' will gift us some racing token for exchange(s)-matter.

EZZY: It's a hologram...of darkness.

Weyland Company's star-force of elite explorers/soldiers were sent to the unusual Red-Planet to examine the source of the intelligent communique emitted from there, by this 'Yellow-Xenomorph' who sent its own visage-image via transmission and required 'incomplete-distances' to exchange/contact value definition(s), and Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica were considered an Earthling-elite 'force' for queues, and perhaps they'd reflect a Homeland (American) social-media culture citizenry/commentary-population 'cross-section' of our race fascination with competition and treasure.

ALIEN: I've some beryl from your planet, collected during Roswell-events on Earth.

STAR_FORCE: This is some fortune-gesture for mining/insurance chess examination.

ALIEN: Perhaps that's the warrant from your Heavens, for mineral securities/IQ.

STAR_FORCE: We're to create the social media message (Weyland) for mineral-value?

ALIEN: Return to exchange (more) with me, concerning 'incomplete-distances' for IQ.

STAR_FORCE: This is inception of a saga for competition and understanding, eh?

ALIEN: You're the diplomats of a tribulation or theater, and keep this conference secret!

STAR_FORCE: For the good of bureaucracy, for Weyland's leviathan(s).

ALIEN: Alright.

Weyland cheered the 'secret' deed of the (elite) Star-Force unit returned (safely) to Earth from Mars with a modern world-exchange reflective culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) highlighting what would be learned in future-time for all matter concerning revelations, fear, humility, competition/evasion, negotiation promise, and race contact profits from that 'beryl-humor' posed by that eerie 'Yellow Xenomorph' Martian who (perhaps) served as a 1st-Phase communicator-diplomat for a long-saga of species-exchange(s) leviathans...for thanksgiving perhaps.

"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)