Alien: Key Board

A Story by Abishai100

A space-exploration to Mars yields encounter with a 'dragon' (alien!) for a capitalism-race 'chess' revelation for survivalism, exile, and designers (for biochemistry).

A fanfiction of Alien. Happy Holidays,

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AMLAN: Weyland's hot on our Star-Force quartet/team for Mars-examination(s).

MARCUS: We're in for a 'treat' for diplomacy/media, or anguish with a hostile alien!

EZZY: Stay cool; the Company's aware any IQ yields info for 'dogma' books (hmm).

DANICA: We'll be social-media citizenry/commentary representatives (for chess?).

AMLAN: What if it's the Devil on Mars, luring humanity into a Rapture for science?

MARCUS: Well, the Company only wants Facebook/FaceTime splendor(s) for media.

EZZY: Ha, we're the Star-Force idiots hoping to return a message for social-media.

DANICA: And America (wow).

The Star-Force quartet of would-be heroes (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) headed to Mars for Weyland's inception-mission and were social-media age Earth 'diplomats' of all the flowery/frills of tech and toys marketing for capitalism-race 'chess' rhetoric and hoped to return with a full journal of 'first-contact' with the alien(s) transmitting intelligent-communications signals/messages from the furious Red-Planet of 'incomplete-distances' to terrain-understanding (for bureaucracy!). Well, Amlan happened to be an ace-marksman and video-game alien-media combat-genre 'fanatic' and hoped (secretly perhaps) that engagement with a 'dragon' of hostility would yield photo-synthesis for human will in conditions of (simplified) democracy.

WEYLAND: You're the elite, for social-media and photo-graphics, Star-Force.

STAR_FORCE: We're your 'chosen' media-messagers for Mars-examination(s).

WEYLAND: This first-mission for our new Company yields clues to evolution, no?

STAR_FORCE: This social message platform's ideal for heroics in idealism (sure).

WEYLAND: If the alien(s) on Mars can offer negotiation/tech, we're in success.

STAR_FORCE: If they're hostile or game-wagers, we need think of 'sporting' chess?

WEYLAND: Without doubt(s), Star-Force; in deed, this is 'cinema' designers-IQ.

STAR_FORCE: No revelations of the Martian biochemical signatures/shape(s)?

WEYLAND: Nothing useful (yet)...worthy of movie/television theater (now).

STAR_FORCE: Damn (bureaucracy).

Well, a hostile dragon is what the Star-Force would-be heroes encountered on the Red Planet of 'incomplete-distances' to terrain understanding for evolution-chess. This alien, of insect-dragon like shape, was named Xenomorph, for its swiftness and adaptation acumen which forwarded its apparent Mars-underground labyrinth/maze-runner 'agenda' for temptations/dangers of race-contact competitiveness (of purely Inferno-condition). The Xenomorph had explosive/acidic saliva and required Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica to flee like mice and choreograph a 2+2 baton-system of maze-running teamwork while using flamethrowers to fend off about 10 Xeno-aliens (total) before scurrying back on their parked overground Mars-surface (Weyland) vessel.

AMLAN: We return with an iconography-image of 'distance' for science/will; the Xeno-alien(s) seek continuous challenge/contests to be 'satisfied' for race-distance or sovereignty or self-exile (perhaps); Star-Force recommends a (purely) archaeological approach or method of 'game' arts (for all time).

Amlan made 'toast' of his miracle-return (Earth) with a new millennium world-exchange 'symbolic' culinary-treat soft/zesty Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) to recount what he 'dreamt' he learned on Mars...incomplete-distances to environment-satisfaction for science-revelation(s). The biochemistry discovery of this 'acid' alien race of furious competitiveness yielded the 'bread' of Homeland/Earthling dogma (for bureaucracy).

EZZY: We're the heroes of space, where no one hears the screams of surprise.

DANICA: Surely; we made it home (now); we're writing this novel (together), Ezzy?
EZZY: Yeah, yes; women-in-space, for fertilization of 'folk' sensitivity to darkness.

DANICA: Did you hear of that new mission (planned) with Ellen Ripley?

EZZY: Surely; I hear Amlan's become some alien video-game consultant.

DANICA: Not for Weyland (me thinks).

EZZY: That 'acid' species was a contact-science for bread-leviathan.

DANICA: And 'war' art (hopefully).