Maze-Runner: Hellfighter(s)

A Story by Abishai100

Star-Force unit of defenders enter an alien-maze for a 'game' of survival, requiring 'incomplete-distances' to (serious) bureaucracy.

A fanfiction of Alien.

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The Star-Force unit of Weyland space-exploration company soldiers were sent to a hostel-station in the Homeland (America) called Wingate where they'd use (secret) Roswell-research files to create an examination of a report concerning 'Xenomorph' dragons who'd erected a special maze-runner challenge 'game' (with negotiation-agenda unclear) as perhaps some contact-consciousness 'spirit-test' for Earth-infrastructure metaphysics.

AMLAN: Seems Weyland's got the gumption to label us as a cross-section of soldiery, eh?

MARCUS: We're the best, pal; we run through that maze in a 2+2 (baton) fashion/chess.

EZZY: Armed with Weyland hand-cannons that spray acid; seems this alien's hostile-IQ.

DANICA: Perhaps we'll return for a social-media culture commentary for life-defense(s).

AMLAN: Seems so (American).

Well, America had seen its share of 'infrastructure(s)' tribulations, and it now was poised (hopefully/thankfully) to 'contend' with this alien challenge in a maze-runner contest in the Homeland, with an invitation-communication sent to see who'd Weyland send to run the game/challenge and emerge as some patriot-force messenger-team for (basic) Earth-civilization bureaucracy/materialism confidence (hmm). At least tribulation(s) always make for (serious) arts/vanities (ha).

AMLAN: One person keep tracks of return to home-center area in the maze (rest).

MARCUS: There's like 10 'dragons' (Xenomorphs) in this maze (with us) for this chess.

EZZY: Drawing stalemate requires 'incomplete-distances' to wide-reception thinking?

DANICA: Just think power-puff (girls) high-school casual touch-football (like the boys!).

AMLAN: If we frustrate them long-enough to keep returning to the center, stalemate!

MARCUS: Excellence, for photo-synthesis, patriots of Hell/Heaven.

EZZY: Stay lit (these aliens are simply task-masters).

WEYLAND: Conclusions, Star-Force?

STAR_FORCE (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica): We ran the maze, frustrated them in-time!

WEYLAND: No casualties; a real miracle(s) with 'promises' of long-study profit-chess?

STAR_FORCE: Highly unwise; these 'dragons' of insect-reptilian form are nasty/mean.

WEYLAND: They had claws and elongated heads; we know from a prior mission.

STAR_FORCE: We know of it (the Nostromo); a 'story' for science-fiction paranoids.

WEYLAND: We lost a fine navigator on that disaster-contact --- Lambert.
STAR_FORCE: Well, this maze-challenge was kept secret (well).

WEYLAND: We doubt the Xenos will make 'show' on some Weyland work-site again.

STAR_FORCE: We played the 'game' like a male-female football-squad (with toast).

WEYLAND: You shot 4 of the 10 'dragons' with your (funded) acid-guns (for media!).

STAR_FORCE: We request a 'quiet' retirement package, for basic bureaucracy-comment.

WEYLAND: Fine; for photo-synthesis efficiency; you've earned the retreat (from Hell).

Amlan was the most traumatized, of all the members. The only immigrant-citizen of the quartet of 'pronounced' Weyland heroes of Heaven/Hell, Amlan was a man who loved science-fiction media, and now he was busy creating a storyboard for metaphysics concerning some 'theory' that the Xeno-aliens were actually the Devil and his rebel-angels, disguised/mutated as 'contact' dare paranoia messengers for what just might become a human-civilization 'bureaucracy' vanity for those distances to (serious) science/psychology renderings (of photo-graphics).

EZZY: Satan, Amlan?
AMLAN: It's a good theory, I think, Ezzy.

EZZY: Why would Satan be exiled (self-exiled) as an 'alien' of the universe?
AMLAN: Makes sense somewhat if you think a Red-Planet 'hideaway' is their Inferno!

EZZY: We sure were 'drawn' to use acid-warfare, while America denounced such chess.

AMLAN: We sure did; maybe Satan and his legion simply like the idea of war/hostility?

EZZY: I'm a Catholic (like you), but we've got to keep 'fresh' perspective for war/IQ.

AMLAN: I know that; hey, maybe all this 'pseudo-religion' simply is therapy (for me).

EZZY: Cool; I concur it helps me transcend that 'image' we fight dragons with fire!

AMLAN: Who'd think acid-guns would become a Weyland 'stipend' for bureaucracy?

Marcus/Danica married and settled down in Del Mar (California), with their 'handsome' and quiet Weyland-retirement package, and Marcus decided to become a sports-team investor, thinking-back (fondly?) of that shared maze-challenge 'examination' posed and poised by those 'dragon-alien' messengers from darkness and complexity (ha).

DANICA: Seems football-stars shine brightly for post-retirement comfort(s) for bread.

MARCUS: Games of life, reflection for the 'nature' of competition's dough (for all).