RoboTech/Alien: Xanthrope

What's it take for the 'sporting' war-defenses of (universal) consciousness when a 'leviathan' of bio-erosion surfaces for challenging depression?

A Sunday-AM crossover sci-fi adventure of metaphysics proportions and blending Alien with Robotech concepts. Happy Holidays! 

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Captain Amlan Satan wondered with great delight the scope(s) of capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' diorama-excellence for universal-governance ideations in his mod-age of 'incomplete-distances' to transit/traffic securities for bureaucracy-leviathan evasion(s) for the good of all motions in treasure/insurance and academic arts. This was the splendor of the RoboTech Empire and was inherited from the old-Earth fantasy of architectural securities for vanities of pedestrian/consumer life and the forward-thinking of defensive-stance for war and machinery and the socialized sciences of (incomplete) circulated bonds 'photo-synthesis' for democratic bread (hmm).

CAPTAIN SATAN: Our RoboTech mission-IQ is one of stalemated architectural confidence for structures and shares for shared life on Earth and elsewhere for photo-graphic 'memoirs' of man's ambitions and capitalist warfare for controls of insanity/terrorism (wow).

Sure, a leader like Amlan Satan reflected the materialism structured chess-excellence of RoboTech, and their marshals and sky-warriors and ground securities 'ninjas' and diplomats/doctors were all social-media 'friendly' faces for this agenda for socialized rhetoric for institutional regularity and war-police controls for unchecked criminal-insanity (or terrorism!). Amlan was a 'classic' thinker and lover of poetry and chess and billiards and football-cards (20th-Century trophies) and was considered the high-captain of RoboTech ideals and laurels, and one might wonder if such an 'erected' empire of face-friendly 'theater' would ever be threatened (by Hell).

EZZY: As your girlfriend, I remind you I'm also a medical-officer (RoboTech).

AMLAN: Well, I doubted your Romanticism-ingenuities, and your wit(s), darling!

EZZY: Don't make light of it or mock me, sweetie; I'm your (only) Aphrodite.

AMLAN: I've fought quite the RoboTech securities battles, Ezzy; I need solace/love!

EZZY: I know that, idiot; I need you to keep humilities, for danger rises anywhere.

AMLAN: Wow, you're right, darling; maybe we need RoboTech-pedestrian arts (IQ).

EZZY: Good (photo-synthesis).

Hellmouth did open for our two beloved/celebrity RoboTech darlings, Amlan and Ezzy, when a deviously evil species of 'dragons' known as the Xanthrope, rumored to have some faraway-galaxy relations to a known race of adversarial runners called Xenomorphs, surfaced to bring the RoboTech legionnaires and citizenry great darkness and malicious terrorism. The Xanthrope 'race' carried a special wrist-tube hand-release weapon designed to spray (hot!) acid onto the face of other beings/species after 'creeping'-close to make a stranger 'contact' gesture for an ideation of spirit-tests of endurance...and leviathan (for photo-graphics).

XANTRHOPE: You RoboTech 'ninjas' doubted such malice-IQ for race-custom?
SATAN (Amlan): Hey, we've got some hot-water guns to bound your hand(s).

XANTHROPE: This RoboTech-Alien engagement warrants sovereign-study!

SATAN: If we 'warrant' such 'examination(s)' for RoboTech, you concede self-exile?

XANTHROPE: Only if you promise a 'wage' for deep-ocean abyss (private) exile.

SATAN: Wel, aha, hmm, wow...for a photo-graphics archaeology brainiac (fine).

XANTHROPE: Alright (farewell...captain).

EZZY: Acid-spray to the face, for a race-contact dare vanity, worthy of Hell!

AMLAN: Hey, darling, don't fret for stats, for these Xanthropes are self-exiles.

EZZY: I wish you'd feel more cautious about all our (RoboTech) machinery-war(s).

AMLAN: Our jet-fighters and advanced lasers/diamonds are Martian-envy value!

EZZY: Fine, but remember all that paranoia of old-civilization Red Planet vanities?

AMLAN: You're right, Ezzy; at least we've surpassed this stage-1 of a DNA-Rapture.

EZZY: Good (for social media, Amlan Satan).

With this glorious trophy deed for RoboTech securities, Captain Amlan Satan announced the unveiling of a new fleet of sky-defense machinery for the Empire of capitalism-race chess excellence for securities and storytelling following the successful exiling 'procedure(s)' linked to the (not infinitely incomplete) distancing of the Xanthrope-horde of 'calculated' acid-thinking. Was this the 'dawn' of something...photo-playbook(s)?

"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)