Alien Cubit

A Story by Abishai100

A Mars-mission yields contact-and-consciousness with a 'dragon' presence yielding a measure for (simplified) ash.

Another fanfiction of Alien. Thanks for reading,

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Weyland space-exploration company stationed its Star-Force unit inside a Western hospitality-readings reflective hostel-hotel (Wingate) pre-mission to Mars to investigate an intelligence-communication transmitted by a mysterious alien. The Star-Force unit/team, composed of 4 soldiers/explorers (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) considered this pre-Mars base-station stay for cyber-research into Roswell files for gov't-records a cool handshake for social media bureaucracy (hmm).

AMLAN: The Company's calling this insect-dragon alien the Red Xenomorph (Mars).

MARCUS: A red-alien from the Red-Planet (lurking), sent images of its visage (cyber).

EZZY: If it's hostile, it'll want some maze-runner chess-challenge or hellmouth(s).

DANICA: If it's friendly/negotiable, it'll draw social-media citizenry commentary/IQ.

AMLAN: Who cares...if it's only an Earthling cyber-comics subject (for video games)?

Star-Force landed on Mars after a smooth flight on the Weyland vessel (Dartmouth) and awaited a potential contact with the 'Red Xenomorph' insect-dragon alien that transmitted that strange intelligence-communication to Earth, received/interpreted by Earthlings as some kind of an 'invitation' for race-contact/consciousness examination(s) and wondered if the alien could be the Devil, disguised as a species-competition wage darer of 'incomplete-distances' to capitalism-race vanities. Weyland was poised for some pretty nifty social media photo-graphics for commerce/commentary (nonetheless!).

STAR_FORCE: You're some kind of 'dragon' messenger of dehydration(s)?
XENOMORPH: I'm an 'avid-fan' of acid-chess and space-competition dares, heroes!
STAR_FORCE: Why dehydration, alien?
XENOMORPH: If I was your 'Christian-Devil' (mythology), you'd think water's fortune.
STAR_FORCE: We humans are capitalist but not religion-biased (by quality), alien.
XENOMORPH: Really; I find quite the 'Selfie' sanctuary (Mars).
STAR_FORCE: Why Mars?
XENOMORPH: I shall hide in your Earth-ocean abyss as a private scholar after Mars.
STAR_FORCE: This Red-Planet's your base-station for some Inferno-haven pre-exile?
XENOMORPH: You enjoyed the acid-gun contest in the maze (for 'capitalist' thinking)?
STAR_FORCE: The maze you made for run-and-gun(s) wasn't too awful, albeit acidic.
XENOMORPH: You've run my maze-challenge well and derived a space-pact of IQ!
STAR_FORCE: Seems we've waged a special 'stalemate' in distance to sovereignty?
XENOMORPH: I'll self-exile to your deep-ocean abyss for (private) capitalist-study.
STAR_FORCE: Should 'transform' human archaeology prints of myth (ok).

When the Star-Force returned to Earth and reported its journal-examination(s) for the Company, they made for 'discovery' in wild-capitalist ventures for social-media/video-games, all designed by Weyland to make race/contact consciousness more 'amenable' to natural capitalism ambitions and sport. Was this a pre-mission sign for future 'contests' with this Xenomorph presence for fate?

WEYLAND: These alien-combat video-games are just what the doc reflects for chess.

STAR_FORCE: We resist any 'adventure' lore for dragon-contact of serious dangers.

The Star-Force team made 'toast' of their miracle-return to Earth with a world-exchange reflective culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) highlighting what they learned from 'alien cubit consciousness' regarding dehydration-philosophy and were (simply) thankful for parting-ways with a nihilist-dragon that seemed intent on creating its own sovereign-space for (private) examination of capitalism's (special) bureaucracy-softness (for the Ego).