Aliens: Democracy!

Two Weyland explorers, soldier-scientists, seek to make contact with an intelligent alien on an uncharted planet and discover a dire need for pure grammar.

Here's an extra Alien fanfiction probing the question, "Should survival feel like an obtuse experiment in democracy?" Enjoy, 

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On the Weyland spaceship Nostradamus, two soldier-scientists, Isaac and Kristen, were en-route to an uncharted planet in the Rai Galaxy to inspect an intelligent communication signal.

Isaac had been a Weyland soldier-scientist for 3 years and was excited to make contact with these possible intelligent aliens.

ISAAC: I feel safe and secure since we have handsome digital photo resources and handy laser-guns for this mission.

Kristen had worked on Earth as a media consultant for Weyland when not doing research on alien life and was eager to make a huge splash with this two-person mission on the Nostradamus to the uncharted Rai planet and hopefully make contact with intelligent aliens for diplomatic purposes and in the process make some good diplomatic dollars for Weyland, but she's secretly in love with her co-captain Isaac.

ISAAC: I enjoy playing these Othello space-games on the computer with you, Kristen!

KRISTEN: I'm in love with you, Isaac.

ISAAC: Well, hmm, I have to admit, I've been lonely since my divorce from my wife.

KRISTEN: Can't we do more together on the Nostradamus then than just play Othello, Isaac?
ISAAC: I have to admit, you got me thinking about the game-theory of inventive romance now.

KRISTEN: Cool!

The medical resources on the Nostradamus were fine, so if these aliens turned out to be hostile, Isaac and Kristen would be able to tend to any injuries incurred while making contact with the beings. There were ample laser imaging devices, surgical devices, nerve-dilution chemicals, headache remedies, and depression and mind control drugs on the Nostradamus' med-bay.

When the Nostradamus parked itself underwater on the uncharted planet, it was immediately boarded by the invading alien creatures which turned out to be quite hostile. These rather large man-sized insect-dragon like beings had razor claws and a tail and metal jaws and acidic saliva and seemed intent to either murder Isaac and Kristen or use them as egg-laying symbiosis forced hosts for a colonization procedure. The aliens, which Isaac and Kristen labeled as 'Xenomorphs' for their ability to quickly adapt, were swimming inside the Nostradamus after creating a water-leakage hole underwater. They were terrifying.

Kristen, an amateur artist, rendered a portrait of the intelligent but savage creatures and sent the portraits digitally to Weyland asap. She received the communique however that she and Isaac were to just sit tight and wait for Weyland resources to rescue them and in the meanwhile simply survive contact and engagement with these terrifying 'Xenomorphs' any way they could. Kristen knew this was a fight for the survival of human consciousness, as these Xenomorphs were very scary.

ISAAC: I doubt these Xeno-aliens want to play Othello with us, Kristen.

KRISTEN: If we make it out alive and back to Earth, let's get married.

ISAAC: For sure.

KRISTEN: Do you think we have a chance?

ISAAC: Well, all we have to really do is find ways to simply evade the aliens' intentionality.

KRISTEN: Sounds simple enough.

ISAAC: Who knew survival would feel like a democratic prayer?

KRISTEN: Total war, between species, often involves fertile scheming.

ISAAC: Right!

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)