Alien: Jagged-Exile

Sci-fi horror meets Martian detour for race-contact records, in this (Alien) fanfiction offering 'cool' expression of the dark-threat of universal field goals.

An Alien fanfiction. Thanks for reading! 

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AMLAN: Weyland wants us to get to the Red Planet for rumored Xeno-sight.

MARCUS: Thanx for the abbreviated agenda-view...Amlan's a 'classic' officer!

EZZY: Well, Red Planet paranoia has us drawn to Mars for Xenomorph-IQ now?

DANICA: It could be some underground maze-runner game for Xeno-vanity, ha.

AMLAN: We're armed with the Company's new ice-guns for Hell, officer-pals!

MARCUS: What if the Red Planet is harboring a Red Xeno alien variant, friends?

EZZY: We're 2-guys and 2-gals and all/equally trained for Hell for alien games.

DANICA: Marcus and I fear if there's a Xeno variance, we're expendable stuff.

AMLAN: Weyland's the rep for making expendability a research acumen, pals.

MARCUS: In our case, let's train pre-flight for ice 'habit' largeness (Selfie-like).

EZZY: Concur that (Facebook-like).

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EMERGENCY_TRANSMISSION: "This is emergency communique back to Weyland from Mars...the crew of the Dartmouth is under threat (severely!)...only one Xenomorph, a Red variant, contacted/engaged...living underground Mars the alien was, single/alone, with no eggs, but to draw human explorers for some planting of eggs inside humans to take-back to Earth...Officer/Amlan discovered the agenda on scroll-paper pre-chase with the Red Xeno variant 'creature' of leviathan/uncertainty...the alien spews explosive acid substance...Amlan is dead (decapitation)...we seek immediate return with this full report disclosed sufficiently, for Weyland's jars."

Friends, the valiant crew of the Dartmouth returned to Weyland's Earth (safely-now) post-contact with the Red Xenomorph 'creature' on the Red-Planet of incomplete-distances readings of agenda/invasion/landing/lurking perhaps for some pre-entry into Earth for words of race contact volatility. Was the Red Xenomorph playing a universe game to outmatch the record of contact 'examination-IQ' posed by its Black Xenomorph (standard creature of known/historical contact with Weyland explorers on vessels like the Nostromo and Prometheus)? No one knew, but Officer Amlan (killed!) discovered that the Red alien sought a drawing to Mars for punishment of human fascination with the Red Planet for superstition (damn).

MARCUS: How's my Saint Patrick's Day Irish-curry stew, wife?

DANICA: I miss Ezzy...she was in love with Officer Amlan...she's in Brussels.

MARCUS: She's in (private) mourning now, wife...far from Weyland/journals.

DANICA: Was the Red Xenomorph the Devil itself, hubby?

MARCUS: Enjoy the stew...and ask those pesky questions of Hell for later, ha.

DANICA: Happy Saint Patrick's Day, hubby (Facebook-like).

Officer Amlan was a respected/dutiful space-man of Weyland's varied vanities of Heaven/Hell, sure. The Red Xenomorph alien variant (cousin?) of the standard/known Black Xeno-alien documented by the Weyland Company for space-exploration incomplete-arts was in deeds a messenger of darkness and universal competitiveness. Danica joked pre-landing on Mars that a possible variant alien was serving to ward-off the known Xeno-aliens seeking continued 'contest-imagery' with our Blue Planet human beings (Facebook-like).

RED XENOMORPH: Leaving Mars...returning to Origae, fool.

BLACK XENOMORPH: Your little contest-report warrants us nothing, Red.

RED XENOMORPH: Decapitated a Weyland fool.

BLACK XENOMORPH: Our clan agenda is wiser for race contact/studies, Red.

RED XENOMORPH: These Weyland fools got taste of our volatility for laws.

BLACK XENOMORPH: Martians design (Facebook-like?).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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