Dirty-Quadrophenia: Red Planet

A Story by Abishai100

A narrative of a space-misadventure (Mars) involving a 'rogue' unit of 'efficacious' infiltrators to serve diplomatically, effecting an Earthling 'color' for psychiatry.

Another fanfiction (pseudo-epic) of Alien. Thanks so much for reading,

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Let me tell you the tale of my journey to Mars, which involved an engagement with a lethal predatory intelligent presence we now call the Red-Xenomorph, a man-size 'dragon-insect' like alien with a contest-challenge for mankind involving both IQ and survivalism fury and yielding sovereignty daydreams (for us). I was one of the members of the 'Dity-4' unit assembled by a newly-formed space-company on Earth (America) by someone named Pete Weyland, and our 'Dirty-4' unit was composed of an (Interpol-relation?) blood-diamond infiltrations-operationalist of smugglers vehicles/banks (thief), an ex-CIA employed terrorism-insider in the UK (Marcus), an Eastern-Euro Ukraine spy (Ezzy), and a regular overground female US-army girl who injected us with more 'legalese' sensibility (Danica). My name's Amlan, and my account for Martian journey(s) may reflect our 21st-Century 'fascination' with lifestyle/social-media culture citizenry commentary of fortune and sanity (for all?).

MARCUS: We're to sit in this Wingate-station in South Jersey and read Roswell stuff?

AMLAN (Me): All we know is the gov't 'elected' us as the elite 'ninja' team of heroes (IQ).

EZZY: I'd worked as a spy, and I'm dumbfounded on why a 'Dirty-4' is Mars-diplomacy.

DANICA: Well, ladies/gents, now we simply take-in this Roswell alien study (Wingate).

MARCUS: When we get to Mars, after this hotel-comfort research, we'll get bread.

AMLAN: There's a 'space' for infrastructures of 'soldier' psychiatry by our Earth-men.

EZZY: Surely (for social media).

Why we 'Dirty-4' were assembled for the Mars-mission is of some value for examination, me thinks. A thief, terrorist, spy, and regular for gov't-diplomacy and exploration(s) social-media is a 'high' hand-write for Earthling consciousness (surely), and perhaps our 'offbeat' color for survivalism mentalities separated us from regular 'grunts' deeming us (by the space-exploration Company and gov't-spooks and recruiting consultants) to be the cross-section of Earthling materialities. Maybe they 'assumed' some Martian 'citizenry-representation' agenda all along, for social media.

MARCUS: You a fan of the Dirty Dozen (Lee Marvin), Amlan?
AMLAN (Me): When the Company informed us of hand-cannons with acid, I thought of it!

MARCUS: We're certainly the 'unusual' rogue-unit for elite representation of ninja-IQ.

AMLAN: That we are (surely); two ladies, two gents, of affable color for diplomacy!

MARCUS: Maybe I should've taken that Lee-Marvin film more seriously, pal.

AMLAN: Maybe the Martians who sent the intelligent-communique detected know it.

MARCUS: You think they'd been 'anticipating' the Dirty-4 to appear for a 'dare' of Earth?

AMLAN: We might have to compete and then declare coexistence 'chess' with them, yes.

MARCUS: What's it like being a thief?

AMLAN: I'd worked with acid in blood-diamond bank-vault burns for swaps/insurance.

MARCUS: Turn that gun to an intelligent 'being' now for a 'running-man' consciousness?

AMLAN: That may be the Devil's Advocate 'dare' these Martians are offering (immortals).

MARCUS: Let's watch that Lee-Marvin film pre-mission, pal!

AMLAN: We'd pose something about Roswell chemistry on social-media (ha).

According to this man Weyland, the future-world vision for 'sci-fi' media of human consciousness 'expansion' would naturally incorporate thoughts about dualities in competition and sovereignty/peace with these Martians, whom we encountered on the Red Planet (Mars), these 'dragon-insect' prowlers with terrifying presence and calculating IQ, but was Weyland seeking a 'cinema' expression for dangerous ambition(s), and if so, were the Martians poised to 'serve' as Devil's Advocates for man's sovereignty sanities, and if so, were we to become post-mission 'patients' in some digital-cyber media 'environment' vanity for Earthling fantasies (for Americans)?

AMLAN: Look at those dragons scurrying out from behind that hill-peak(s) area!

EZZY: Lock-and-load, ladies/gents.

MARCUS: Let's hope a thief, a terrorist, and a spy have the 'acumen' for marksmanship.

DANICA: Ladies/gents, we 'Dirty-4' are primed for Red Planet photo-synthesis (IQ).

AMLAN: When I get back, I'm returning to a more 'therapeutic' view for thievery!

MARCUS: Ha, I knew you'd been a (closet) fan of that Lee-Marvin film.

EZZY: The Dirty Dozen (love it); the dragons near, friends; shoot to burn (first).

DANICA: This will (all) be 'food' for social media.

SPACE COMPANY: Congrats on your safe-return for Earth-journal follow-up and rehab and psychiatric evaluation/examination(s); we've your full transcripts of the Martian encounter with the Red Xenomorph alien 'strangers' who played this terrain chase-game with acid-gun fire and what you called 'venomous' poison shots coming from their hideous arm-attached pellets, and we've the history-requirement for an 'archaeological' expression (for Earthling social-media) on what made you (the Dirty-4) the right-stuff in infiltrations/interceptions 'challenge' to warrant a sovereignty respect (or accord?) with these aliens from the Inferno (good).

DIARY: When I returned to Earth (British Columbia), I restored my 'old-Earthling life' of blood-diamond infiltrations-chess and bank-storages swaps for insurance examinations of Earth-minerals mining corruptions/veils, with a special 'eco-friendly' consciousness for this Dirty-4 'hero-man' of (still-masked) ID for (Interpol-relation?) theater, but perhaps what I'm thinking is that the Xeno-alien of Mars had cast me as some kind of 'avatar' for some pre-designed 'game' of wit(s) fitted to our mankind-civilization of 'incomplete-distances' to (serious) life humor.

I heard Marcus had become some sci-fi media-artist/specialist for Weyland and continued to 'indulge' in his newfound universe interests in race and consciousness exchanges for fortune and risk, and perhaps this nicely-adapted to his work as a pre-Mars 'terrorism-insider' for gov't-specter psychology (wow). Well, if that Xeno-alien of Mars was the Devil and his rebel-angels (wow), perhaps they (simply) wished to 'test' our race-sense of 'incomplete-distances' to intelligence's real experimentation.

"A thief believes everybody steals" (E.W. Howe).

AMLAN (Me): Good to reunite with you, Danica!

DANICA: I'm still a patriot of normal thinking, unlike you other Dirty-4 pals of mine.

AMLAN: You'd not reconnected with Marcus/Ezzy?
DANICA: I've no clue where Ezzy is, but I heard of Marcus' sci-fi arts (Weyland).

AMLAN: So what's this war-history Earth-field diorama you got here symbolizing, honey?
DANICA: The ground of hospitality's test(s), as I've grown 'smarter' with alien-fears.

AMLAN: Very cool...and unusual; you'd make a great PR-writer for Weyland-rhetoric!

DANICA: Doubtful; but I respect the 'football' of the Dirty-4 (for art/science).

I got myself some 'cool' (Interpol-relation?) British-Columbian bills/notes for the bonds of capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' therapy concerning Earth's civilization controls, for a post-mission 'life-work' therapy infusing my mission-used skills with pre-mission 'Romanticism' to forge in me a special 'transcendence' of the darkness and challenges posed by that Red Xenomorph. Perhaps that's what Weyland and the Martians intended to create for us human beings, the Dirty-4 diplomacy-unit...the 'fortune' medicine (hmm).

As I relay this tale to you, written in an image-loaded time-capsule 'format' for archaeologists of the future, most of it (seriously) 'confidential' for gov't/Weyland ambitions and examination, I consider my RPG memoir as a Dirty-4 member (on the Red Planet) one of a social-media culture 'friendly' omen-color. Perhaps the 'races' of this universe concerns the 'personality' behind inventions in brain-helmets...and sovereignty!