Planet-Oil: Dragon Runner

Weyland 'heroes' play a maze-runner 'chess' with a calculating 'dragon' (alien!) for wrought fortune-readings concerning 'incomplete-distances' to (real) Babylon.

A fanfiction of my fave sci-fi horror franchise, Alien. Thanks so much for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced franchise of inspiration and is therefore a purely 'personal' expression (for 'open' description). 

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AMLAN: You 'doubt' this oil-factory planet's why Weyland sending us as 'athleticism'-IQ?

MARCUS: Hey, capitalism-citizenry concerns 'image' for cross-section pride (of matter)!

EZZY: If there's 'dragon' alien on the planet, holding ground(s) in tunnels, we're angels.

DANICA: Maybe the alien seeks a 'spirit-body' test for sovereignty pride (hmm).

AMLAN: Well, it's either cruel or pensive, and we're playing this 'game' of Babylon (ok).

WEYLAND: Relax, heroes; you've the 'arms' of acidic-chess/IQ, for that tunnel-challenge, and if the 'dragon' lurking and holding hostage(s) in those tunnels of Hell on our human-managed oil-planet in this advanced Earth-age, we need the 'super-angel athletes' to meet any (potential) 'test' of the body/brain, equipped with the right-stuff in 'erosion' intelligence for reaction to leviathan (with capitalism 'class' chemistry!).

AMLAN: That was some speech, friends ('heroes')!
MARCUS: Well, it's still a cinema-fare civilization, ain't it, Amlan?

EZZY: We've to run that maze-challenge with some chess/speed calculation(s), heroes.

DANICA: We'll have to choreograph the oil-planet/factory/tunnel workers as team.

AMLAN: According to Weyland (company), there's a 'space' for net-lyric(s).

MARCUS: Why don't we run 2+2 run-plan, with exchange(s) for disorientation/acid?

EZZY: That dragon will think us 'capitalist-calculators' of a sport-media variety!

DANICA: Seems the 'image' for what's a 'human' vanity orientation (even Weyland).

AMLAN: At least we'll (certainly) make for some 'cinema' bread Revival.

When the Weyland 'heroes' arrived on the man-managed oil-planet where the lurking invader 'dragon' (alien!) ruled the tunnel system of the main-factory ground(s), they (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) had to conclude this 'sport' evaluation for some potential 'spirit-body' test posed (or 'sculpted') by the wage-minded alien (of leviathan!) was somehow linked to a 'generic' capitalist-civilization/couture frown or criticism, perhaps drawing a more 'primal' view for human-kind 'excellence' in (basic) reactions/tracks.

AMLAN: This will be a 'record' for capitalist 'photo-synthesis' in Babylon-rating(s).

Well, fortunately, the Weyland-heroes had the right team-ethos blueprint for this 'contest' in that tunnel-maze system in which the lurking 'dragon' (alien), of large man-size, elongated head, ravenous claws, and insect-reptilian hybrid 'shape' of terror/intelligence/swiftness, roamed like a fascist-predator! The hero-orchestration of a 2+2 'baton-passing' like exchange/running game plan linked with acid-bottle 'cocktails' for frustrating/disorienting/'printing' the fast-invader was something like a football-game...worth its 'image' for Babylon (scholarship).

AMLAN: Pretty darn good/fast, for now; the 2/2 system works like play-action (no?).

MARCUS: It's only 1 alien down here in this Hell-maze, and the acid's making rain!

EZZY: Let's unwind if we escape this Hell, with a Super Bowl storyboard (Earth)?

DANICA: The factory-team's given reaction for cool-hand in this 'prison' of oil (wow).

AMLAN: We're not free yet; we need 1 parallel-tunnels cross-run for a double-acid shot!

MARCUS: Yes, yes, Amlan; that final 'stage' image for cinematic chess-stalemate(s).

EZZY: Very cool (for now!)...good field goal photo-synthesis.

Well, that final 'stage' deed for acid-disorientation and 2x2 tunnel-match breaking/disorientation worked to a 'devilish' T, and the alien was cornered right near a ditch near that factory tunnel 'system' of Hell and awaited hot-lead to melt it to oblivion, but not before it reached up with its claws and gave one (final) scream, perhaps in-defiance of what man'd achieved in its 'fare-history' of choreographed team-work for (simplified) Babylon-mechanics (wow).

WEYLAND: So many congrats, oil-plant heroes of mankind (ha).

AMLAN: We escaped, but 10 workers were slain by that dragon from Hell.

WEYLAND: We've afforded you heroes with a special 21st-Century 'trophy' item (sports!).

AMLAN: Well...I confess we'd conferred about such a 'miracle' image post-miracle(s).

WEYLAND: Cool...you'll serve as media-messengers of a capitalist-survival ornament/IQ.

AMLAN: Did I tell you my ancestor was a quarter-back?

WEYLAND: Cool...for social media bureaucracy leviathans.

Yes, man-history had quite the 'troubles' of story-writing, and perhaps that invader-dragon (alien!) on that isolate-oil planet for factory-chess wagers for our Weyland 'heroes' required this 'maze-examination' for race-physics and simplified intelligence(s), and perhaps Amlan would recount the 'miracle' with an Earth-activity 'diorama' complete with sportsmanship...and (masked) insanity.

Ezzy meanwhile made 'toast' for the oil-planet miracle with a world-exchange reflective culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) highlighting what she'd learnt from the dragon, a hospitality-reading concerning those pesky 'incomplete-distances' to (serious) capitalist engineering.

WEYLAND: You 'doubt' this hero-media offers us a 'religious' archaeology deed?

MEDIA_CONSULTANT: Perhaps there's 'education' for this maze-challenge of species!

WEYLAND: Good for bureaucracy, and contact-examination, worth a dogma-weight (ok).

MEDIA_CONSULTANT: If this 'spins' for field advantages in evolution-IQ, we're celebrity.

WEYLAND: There's always a 'space' for image-inventions in (competitive) pH (ok).

"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)