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A late-summer fanfiction of the iconic sci-fi/horror franchise Alien, complete with fun media-drawn images/art. Hope you like it!
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The valiant crew of the NASA_Weyland shuttle-mission Sulaco headed to Mars after the moon-missions were terminated, sent as a diplomacy endeavor for Earth-media to prove the West had not 'slacked-off' in space-travel IQ or in chess-like thinking for alien-intelligence searches.
The crew of the Sulaco would capture all the panoply of the human kaleidoscope in terms of soldier-recruitment, drawn from all backgrounds, and representative of the 'elite' of the Western soldier-force for defensive/diplomatic space-exploration and were considered both colorful and courageous. There was Danica, a wild-spirited markswoman.
Stevie and Elizabeth, the two and only love-birds on the Sulaco flight were excellent land-trekkers/explorers and prepped the crew on the use of the spanky-brand new Weyland arsenal-cabinet of hand-cannons (guns!) and were anticipating a hopefully friendly encounter with a nonhuman species or a firefight drawing out why the full range of emotions (love/hate) would be cast in this Mars-mission from the heavens!
Finally, the two pilots, good fighters/shooters too, were from Asia but American-educated/trained, Tai and Amlan, and both were very worried there'd been something 'suspect' about NASA's new 'economic' merger with the Weyland Company which had financed this media-friendly Mars-mission which had generated the 'right-stuff' for magazine-ads featuring models/fans posing as 'representatives' of the actual crew-members. Nevertheless, Tai/Amlan presented themselves as excited, even though Amlan remained the most 'masked' and hesitant of the entire crew.
AMLAN SATAN (Sulaco-Crew): When we landed on the Red Planet, we began to trek around with our guns in our arms, like scouts from Hell!
TAI: The gun assortment for the mission to Mars is quite nice/comforting, and we'd been prepped for long/short fire for any hostiles on Mars.
EMERGENCY_TRANSMISSION: Contact has been achieved but of a hellfire-IQ; an alien 'dragon' being sneaked onto the Sulaco with intent to prowl around looking for 'trophies' and we've simply no choice now but to encircle the parked ship and look for ways to fire when engaged, as this alien is ravenous, clawed, possesses acidic saliva (high-pH level) and is no friendly messenger on Mars.
AMLAN SATAN: We discovered 'art' renderings of female alien species members; they're dragon-lizard like with eerie humanoid proportion/evil.
STEVIE: I shot one of the newer ones who crawled onto the Sulaco, and I think it'd wanted to 'team-up' with the one already on-board, sweets.
ELIZABETH: There's no way in heaven we're all getting home alive now, Stevie; this is an Inferno and it's not Asimov or Spielberg, darling.
Amlan Satan was the only casualty of this hell-mission/encounter on Mars. The other miraculously survived, and the entire crew, including the valiantly paranoid Amlan managed to work together in 'fine-form' to execute 5 of the 10 'dragon-aliens' encountered in this Mars-Inferno. They carried his decapitated body and head back on the Sulaco and soared back to Earth, and Elizabeth rendered a portrait of the alien responsible for the bloody-murder on her notepad (for NASA_Weyland).
TAI: I went to the new Weyland 'Xenomorph-alien' exhibition (museum) and hoped it'd be some 'stone' laurel for our lost friend (Satan).
Stevie and Elizabeth retired from service and opened a summer volleyball camp for the handicapped in Northern California, hoping never ever again to be 'called-upon' for some Weyland-expedition to inquire further of the dragon-aliens' intent to 'shape' future exchange(s) with the human race on Earth.
TAI: I'm part of the new Scripps-underwater oceanography park-center for students and simply am forgetting about the Mars-Inferno now.
DIARY-ENTRY (Amlan Satan): This Mars-thing smells 'funny' and I dunno if it's because we're too vain about looking for species for commerce.
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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)
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The valiant crew of the NASA_Weyland shuttle-mission Sulaco headed to Mars after the moon-missions were terminated, sent as a diplomacy endeavor for Earth-media to prove the West had not 'slacked-off' in space-travel IQ or in chess-like thinking for alien-intelligence searches.
The crew of the Sulaco would capture all the panoply of the human kaleidoscope in terms of soldier-recruitment, drawn from all backgrounds, and representative of the 'elite' of the Western soldier-force for defensive/diplomatic space-exploration and were considered both colorful and courageous. There was Danica, a wild-spirited markswoman.
Stevie and Elizabeth, the two and only love-birds on the Sulaco flight were excellent land-trekkers/explorers and prepped the crew on the use of the spanky-brand new Weyland arsenal-cabinet of hand-cannons (guns!) and were anticipating a hopefully friendly encounter with a nonhuman species or a firefight drawing out why the full range of emotions (love/hate) would be cast in this Mars-mission from the heavens!
Finally, the two pilots, good fighters/shooters too, were from Asia but American-educated/trained, Tai and Amlan, and both were very worried there'd been something 'suspect' about NASA's new 'economic' merger with the Weyland Company which had financed this media-friendly Mars-mission which had generated the 'right-stuff' for magazine-ads featuring models/fans posing as 'representatives' of the actual crew-members. Nevertheless, Tai/Amlan presented themselves as excited, even though Amlan remained the most 'masked' and hesitant of the entire crew.
AMLAN SATAN (Sulaco-Crew): When we landed on the Red Planet, we began to trek around with our guns in our arms, like scouts from Hell!
TAI: The gun assortment for the mission to Mars is quite nice/comforting, and we'd been prepped for long/short fire for any hostiles on Mars.
EMERGENCY_TRANSMISSION: Contact has been achieved but of a hellfire-IQ; an alien 'dragon' being sneaked onto the Sulaco with intent to prowl around looking for 'trophies' and we've simply no choice now but to encircle the parked ship and look for ways to fire when engaged, as this alien is ravenous, clawed, possesses acidic saliva (high-pH level) and is no friendly messenger on Mars.
AMLAN SATAN: We discovered 'art' renderings of female alien species members; they're dragon-lizard like with eerie humanoid proportion/evil.
STEVIE: I shot one of the newer ones who crawled onto the Sulaco, and I think it'd wanted to 'team-up' with the one already on-board, sweets.
ELIZABETH: There's no way in heaven we're all getting home alive now, Stevie; this is an Inferno and it's not Asimov or Spielberg, darling.
Amlan Satan was the only casualty of this hell-mission/encounter on Mars. The other miraculously survived, and the entire crew, including the valiantly paranoid Amlan managed to work together in 'fine-form' to execute 5 of the 10 'dragon-aliens' encountered in this Mars-Inferno. They carried his decapitated body and head back on the Sulaco and soared back to Earth, and Elizabeth rendered a portrait of the alien responsible for the bloody-murder on her notepad (for NASA_Weyland).
TAI: I went to the new Weyland 'Xenomorph-alien' exhibition (museum) and hoped it'd be some 'stone' laurel for our lost friend (Satan).
Stevie and Elizabeth retired from service and opened a summer volleyball camp for the handicapped in Northern California, hoping never ever again to be 'called-upon' for some Weyland-expedition to inquire further of the dragon-aliens' intent to 'shape' future exchange(s) with the human race on Earth.
TAI: I'm part of the new Scripps-underwater oceanography park-center for students and simply am forgetting about the Mars-Inferno now.
DIARY-ENTRY (Amlan Satan): This Mars-thing smells 'funny' and I dunno if it's because we're too vain about looking for species for commerce.
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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)
