Predator: Earth/Amazon

A Story by Abishai100

A super soldier must determine if an alien 'specter' of terrifying visage is diplomacy or deformity for Earthling-space.

A fanfiction of Predator, that iconic sci-fi adventure-graphics franchise,

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COMMANDER (Mr. Louis Field): Versed in Gaia-hypothesis jargon, soldier?
SOLDIER (Mr. Amlan Satan): Connected fertilization super-consciousness, sure.

FIELD: Well, you'll need such holism-IQ for this field/Amazon jungle Hell, soldier.
SATAN: This Predator 'being' with lasers for decapitation may be a Martian, sir?

FIELD: Our American 'Big-Brother' defense position's to secure the Earth, soldier.
SATAN: I understand it's whole-civilization thought should diplomacy-IQ implodes.
FIELD: You said it, soldier; we're arming you with toy water-rifles; acid-filled.
SATAN: Approach the alien 'visitor' with toy-gesture and spray feet with acid.
FIELD: If it offers any diplomacy smile, we're armed with a prepped-toy (gun).
SATAN: Earth's dodecahedrons (fine).

COMMANDER: Good luck, soldier.

Soldier Satan (Amlan!) had found the right-tones for training-days and was familiar with the 'consciousness' of Earthling-paranoia should Big-Brother America be required to serve in a more stern/objective role for danger-controls should any 'Roswell-magic' unfurl into some grand/dark Lucifer scheme to incomplete-lines readings for mankind's outright implosion threats for vanities between the Devil and God, and that's what this 'Martian-specter' visitation danger in the Amazon (Earth-jungle) signaled. Soldier Satan was suddenly drawn-away from politics-dodecahedrons and was now led to the annals of war/defense brevity (For art).

COMMANDER: You thought we'd position you to secure the Paris Olympics, no?

SOLDIER: What's this Predator want in the Amazon, sir?
COMMANDER: You can guess it; if it's not an agent of the Devil, it's a terrorist!

SOLDIER: Some field-forest 'challenge-game' for mankind's vanities, sir.

COMMANDER: You said it; Paris (Olympics) was more than sufficiency for humility!

SOLDIER: Sounds-dialysis; this Amazon language(s) signals true paranoia for media.

COMMANDER: If you engage/intercede with swiftness, we restore market-factories.

SOLDIER: Maybe the Predator's the Devil's first-knight (for Gaia-distances!).

Soldier Satan darted to the Amazon as the lone-hero crusader to either greet or suppress any terrorist 'agenda' of this alien 'specter' named Predator. He had a 'fantastic' toy water-rifle fitted with a thin-glass tube in the shooting-piston and loaded with HCL solution for a double-ready position for either laughter or corrosive race-contact (wow). Amlan Satan wondered if he'd ever return to the American Homeland as a normal everyday nerdist of Earth's special life/transit storyboards of simplified (democratic?) Ego.

COMMANDER: Any news or sign, soldier?
SOLDIER: The Amazon's lush and green and winding like its creatures, sir.

COMMANDER: This Predator's been sighted as wearing some metal helmet.

SOLDIER: And lasers for decapitation...I'm versed in the Gaia-deformity!

COMMANDER: Good for social-media quiet...keep your diplomacy toy at-hand, man.

SOLDIER: I'm ready to play or pain, sir...photo-synthesis for the Devil or God.

COMMANDER: Good (your hero age).

Soldier Satan spotted and didn't greet the Predator 'terrorist' with any diplomacy-chess with his toy water-rifle filled with HCL. He immediately (shrewdly!) sensed the invader's overall hideously dark agenda for fear and pain and evaded his laser-shots to his head and returned fire from a tree-top with his (toy!) acid-gun and disoriented the alien-visitor's standing/feet with HCL-sprays just long-enough to jump onto his fallen body and tie it up in an electrified net weapon newly-supplied by Big-Brother America (war-tech). This was some cinema, even for Amlan Satan, a perfectly trained Western solider-citizen, for incomplete-distances readings in heaven and hell.

COMMANDER: Congratulations, Satan.

SOLDIER: Thanx, sir (Facebook-like!).

COMMANDER: The alien's in a lab now, studied and studying (ha).

SOLDIER: I did my duty free Amazon-research (without prejudice!).

COMMANDER: There's no forest in the government rooms, eh?

SOLDIER: I'll never think of toys the same way (ever!).

COMMANDER: Take that vacation package (Smithsonian, Geneva), Satan.

SOLDIER: Maybe some ice-hockey dodecahedron included (thanx).

Amlan Satan earned the laurels for his post-heroics vacation-package and found some human-realm science-happiness and tourism-securities for confidence as the Summer Olympics approached and human government scientists studied why this 'Predator-specter' was equipped with lasers and a metal helmet and wondered why post-failure in invasion/horror, the alien was simply decaying and dying as if it was a robot with a computer-programmed brain-wave for either success...or humility.