Alien: Membrane

A Story by Abishai100

A horrifying Mars-mission yields a definition of pure threat to evolution, and perhaps 'erosion' of capitalism 'race' broth.

A 'cool' (if dark) fanfiction of my fave sci-fi/horror franchise Alien. Happy Holidays,

DISCLAIMER: The images used herein reflect no views of any representative person(s)/body or to the referenced franchise (of inspiration) and comprise a 'personal' expression (for 'open' review).

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AMLAN: Weyland wants us on Mars for 'capitalist-media' fertilization control(s), eh?

MARCUS: We're elite, pal; this 'Red-Xenomorph' dragon-alien seems a gambler-IQ.

EZZY: I read a gov't Roswell-file of crop-circle 'aliens' with harvest/fertility agenda.

DANICA: Anything goes for 'social media commentary' for evolution-paranoia, no?

AMLAN: Harvest-crop Egyptian aliens of geo-shaped field-cultivation threats (Hell)!

MARCUS: We need to take all matter serious, if this 'Mars-dragon' is lurking tester.

EZZY: The alien might be the Devil himself (ha).

DANICA: Weyland wants the social media 'fertility' view for funds/media/games.

AMLAN: Let's hope this is 'video-game friendly' science-fiction (for Americans).

Well, the Star-Force unit of would-be heroes were right to take their new/advanced Mars-mission to investigate the ID-mark of an intelligence-signal received on Earth (by the new Weyland space-exploration company) sent by some 'hiding' alien who sent some digital-rendering 'selfie' graphic which presented a creature-visage of some kind of insect-dragon reptilian Behemoth of red-color, and it was just somewhat larger than man-sized, and Weyland insisted it was some 'race' contact intelligence manufacturing 'wage' bearer for some IQ-test, bringing a certain 'challenge' for profit for Homeland science/fiction profits for media and movies and funds (for future-journals). Was this 'dangerous' for Earthling consciousness, given the alien's somewhat fearsome signature(s)?

WEYLAND: What are you Star-Force 'elite' heroes babbling about (now)?
STAR_FORCE (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica): It was a miracle we returned home!

WEYLAND: What's this?
STAR_FORCE: This Red Dragon of Mars was a lurking 'tester' without doubt(s)!

WEYLAND: Are you implicating some 'challenge' for our civilization (with panic)?

STAR_FORCE: We're not claiming resignation but pure evasion-intelligence (for all).

WEYLAND: This is the 'eclipse' edge of a new frontier for thinking (competition!).

STAR_FORCE: No, no, no; this 'alien' was from Hell; it had explosive acid for saliva.

WEYLAND: So, it's different...and you scurried-away to imprint us as mice?

STAR_FORCE: This is a shark, if we're mice; agenda of erosion and fertility-chess.

WEYLAND: Erosion, Star-Force?

STAR_FORCE: Yes, yes; eschewed 'lines' of deformity for organics ditches.

WEYLAND: What, and their 'spaceship' resembled some 'Freudian' oddity?

STAR_FORCE: Nothing like us; an omen (arguably!)...for sci-fi vanity (perhaps!).

Wow, when the Star-Force returned Homeland (America/Earth), they were afforded a 'dashing' quiet retirement-package given the 'depth' of their cautionary message about this 'first-contact' with a Red-Dragon of tester-mentalism, an alien who threatened fertility-chess with 'lines' of erosion-like focus, perhaps casting the 'dark-image' of organics 'ooze' for bad architecture with a wage for dares, for any vanity-rich capitalism 'race' like ours (hmm). Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica hoped their (quiet!) retirement would afford them extra credit laurel(s) for those 'incomplete-distances' to commerce/media-life sanities and sanitation in their dashing hotel-retirement 'gift' (Weyland) for a view for what'd become their (special) Rapture for Earthling-sovereignty (or education!).

The Star-Force heroes made 'toast' for their miracle-return to the Homeland with a 'world-exchange' reflection culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) to highlight what they'd (really) learned from their 'first-contact' with the Red Xenomorph alien (Mars) as Weyland busied to choreograph a new mission, for a new vessel called the Nostromo, which would feature a 'dashing' space-voyager lady named Ellen Ripley (date unconfirmed). Well, Amlan (for one) considered how his retirement 'bread' life afforded him a transcendence of that 'omen' memory of what may've been the Mars-alien's agenda for 'fertility' Machiavellianism --- the 'image' for brain-teasers (for all).