Nostradamus: Alien Hostile

On a first-contact mission-to-Mars, for Weyland company's skillful space-soldier/explorer (Mr. Amlan Satan), heroics and horror blend for premonition(s) of incomplete-know.

Alien fanfiction-epic for your late Autumn-'25 Tuesday's Eve. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction/fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced franchise of inspiration and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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WEYLAND: You're to embark on a great mission to explore a discovered maze.

SPACE EXPLORER MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm eager to escort the mother-child trip.

WEYLAND: This Martian sent us word to have us roam around in a tunnel-system!
SPACE EXPLORER MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've been trained for sciences and war, ok.

WEYLAND: Shelbye and child will feel all the more like diplomats with your aid.

SPACE EXPLORER MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm sure the Martian sending word is peace.

WEYLAND: Well, you'll be armed with our great human laser-guns for defense, ok?

SPACE EXPLORER MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm flex-muscled and mindful and young, ok.

WEYLAND: Thanx (Facebook-like).

Space-soldier Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian American/Earthling, flew to Mars with his mother-child crew members as a fully-trained laser-gun armed man of Weyland Company and sought to understand/appreciate why a Martian invited humans to roam around in a (secret) underground metallic tunnel-system that humans now knew of because of the alien's sent communications, complete with great graphics for some diplomacy adventure-game it seemed (Facebook-like!).

SHELBYE: We're so excited to be a diplomacy class crew for your classy voyage.

SPACE SOLDIER MR. AMLAN SATAN: We're all honored by your valor, Shelbye (ok).

SHELBYE: We're sure this Martian who sent word is a great peace-being, ha.

SPACE SOLDIER MR. AMLAN SATAN: Even if it's an evil dragon, I'm trained for war!

SHELBYE: That's even greater relief for my son and I, Mister Satan...thanx.

SPACE SOLDIER MR. AMLAN SATAN: Selfie-like (for Heaven/Hell).

Things did not go well for the human crew anticipating a diplomacy game of class and contact beneath the (secret) layers of Mars after Mr. Amlan Satan landed his (impressive) Weyland vessel (the Nostradamus) on the furious Red Planet of incomplete-arts of human realm examination(s). After the trio of Amlan and Shelbye (mother) and child found the underground 'lair' of the dragon-species alien 'specter' hiding there, a large insect-like claw-wielding acidic malicious intelligent evil thing (named 'Xenomorph' by Amlan), the hideous alien revealed it was not from Mars but from far-away and made a fortress-maze to lure humans there for a game-of-death, a runner-contest to see if survivalism (for human beings) was simply reflex-calm (perhaps for some 'mad science'). Amlan used his laser-weapon with miraculous precision and returned Shelbye and her child-son to Earth safely on the Nostradamus and even offered Weyland special photos he took of the 'Xenomorph' he trapped in its own tunnel-ditch post-firing of lasers (damn). This was not Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

WEYLAND: Thank God you three returned safe to our Blue-Planet, soldier Satan.

AMLAN: Thanx.

WEYLAND: That 'Xenomorph' was an adaptive game-master, seeking fury, eh?
AMLAN: Yes.

WEYLAND: Seems it wants us to measure our own flexibility for endurance, man.

AMLAN: I think that's true.

WEYLAND: Maybe it's worse than any 'evil' intelligent-person known (e.g., Hitler).

AMLAN: I think that's true!

WEYLAND: Well, at least you're diplomat of first-contact know of game-inception.

AMLAN: I hope not (ha).

WEYLAND: Shelbye is Nobel-candidate, soldier Satan.

AMLAN: Cool.

WEYLAND: Your laser-wizardry proved to be the right-medicine.

AMLAN: Of course.

WEYLAND: Earth's a hostel for rehab, no?
AMLAN: Sure (Selfie-like).

Amlan Satan never returned to space again and grew older and wiser learning of Weyland's ongoing and 'evolving' space-chase 'game' crafted for a contest and research-vanity concerning the dragon 'Xenomorph' species contacted/encountered on Mars with the Nostradamus mission of good-intention and humbling outcome(s). Shelbye's son (Damian) grew to become a science-fiction writer and wrote about space-soldier Satan as a man who grew older not resenting his young-man hero-experience and therefore 'becoming' an Earthling of aged know (for leviathan/uncertainty).

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

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