No Fire Place: Covenant

Alien franchise/series fanfiction portrait finds valiant space-soldier (Mr. Amlan Satan) returning for dragon-alien 2nd-contact and human-mind zeroing for some contract thesaurus.

Alien fanfiction. Happy Summer weekend (thanks for reading!), 

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Soldier of space, Mr. Amlan Satan, had now been finally prepped for this 2nd-contact mission to a region beyond Pluto he'd already ventured to for 1st-contact with a dragon-alien of furious malicious intelligence, now named 'Xenomorph' (for adaptation muscle/speed/flexibilities). Now the Weyland-company looked to him as the ultimate-candidate for the continuity of Earth's realm of social media jars for things of evolution-hyperbole questions and Selfie-lifestyle Realism (Facebook-like!).

WEYLAND: Dartmouth-II was designed for you, Satan...and it's machinery-great.

SATAN: Honored to be considered the best-option candidate for Xenomorph-IQ.

WEYLAND: Scared, prince of space?

SATAN: Dartmouth-II is equal in excellence to my last machine; so I've confidence.

WEYLAND: Maybe that dragon out there, lurking past Pluto, shall become yours!

SATAN: 'Tis an Xmas-space TV commentary/superstition art for Earth alien things.

WEYLAND: Well, you'd be armed with the same laser-and-ice guns (games).

SATAN: There's always potential energy to think the dragon seeks timeline-accord.

WEYLAND: Sure...sure, we came to some kind of accord with Russia, no?

SATAN: This is a cold war, sir...for Heaven/Hell.

Peter Weyland considered this 2nd-phase of the engagement timeline sought with the Xenomorph 'dragon' alien a real chance to determine furious momentum for long-term agenda calculations for evolution questions of confounding depth and named this next-phase, for Mr. Amlan Satan, valiant returning explorer/soldier/diplomat, the Covenant. Well, the dragon out there, as Amlan knew, was an explosive acidic reptile-dragon like claw-boasting ultra-speed runner and malicious gamester for a contest like 'consciousness' for bad-football (wow).

WEYLAND: Glad you're back home, to Earth's realm, hero space man, again.

SATAN: Thanx, sir (Selfie-like).

WEYLAND: You'd find our Summer Inn Express hostel-getaway time-off perfect.

SATAN: Thanx, sir (Selfie-like).

WEYLAND: Funny how this 2nd-contact involved maze-running with your guns?

SATAN: The dragon (out there) had a built game-contest run-chase maze for Hell.

WEYLAND: Maybe we're right about the alien seeking post-games respect (peace).

SATAN: Maybe, sir (Selfie-like).

WEYLAND: You've become quite the 'marathon' hotelier, Mr. Amlan Satan (ha).

SATAN: Thanx, sir (Facebook-like).

"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)