Alien Revenant

Second view of dragon/alien 'game' yields a return journey for Mr. Amlan Satan, for Weyland Company and a universe-charge for dark powder.

Alien fanfiction for Saturday AM. Enjoy (and thanks for reading), 

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PETER WEYLAND: Fortune favors us, and one of the original crew returns.

CREW (Spaceship-Silas): Yes, one of the twins from Dartmouth, sir!

PETER WEYLAND: You three, including Mr. Amlan Satan, are still elite (sure).

CREW (Spaceship-Silas): Another contact with an acid-retreated dragon, sir?

PETER WEYLAND: My vision is to offer continuity in race/contact/game IQ, ok.

CREW (Spaceship-Silas): This is a good deed for social media, Mr. Weyland!

PETER WEYLAND: Excellence breeds cinema for the Ego (thanx, pals).

This return trip to that place where the trio of the original crew of the Dartmouth, Weyland vessel/mission, with one of the members returning for this return-trip, Mr. Amlan Satan, on the Weyland vessel/mission Silas, was to be equipped with dashing laser hand canons, this time to send the message that it would be vision-line sight and precisions in presentation for human race linearity of consciousness/relentlessness that would offer these 'dragons' of this organic planet of life/intelligence (far away) a capitalism-race 'stalemate' consideration of what makes inter-species exchange (if not handshake) a real qualia-asset for leviathan/uncertainty (sure).

AMLAN: I'm glad (honestly) that my brother is not on the Silas, friends.

SHELBYE: Well, this exchange with a dragon has one of the original witnesses!

PATTY: I guess 2 girls and a guy instead of the reverse is still Facebook-like.

AMLAN: Well, I appreciate you're marks-humans like I am, and not civilians!

SHELBYE: Let's be clear this is very good for the foundation of Dartmouth.

AMLAN: I concur, friends; last-acid wonderwall shall be complemented here.

PATTY: Laser-phone (Selfie-like!).

EMERCENGY_TRANSMISSION: "Report is canceled, and the dragon is still a presence of not only contest/game but malice too...we had to use laser precision area stance/posture inside the cave-system of the alien...our confidence face required great laser class pre-retreat, with the dragon (alien) simply screaming and laughing or something as we escaped...we left-behind some Company diamonds for diplomacy-qualia...must return now for report about this continued game-of-changelings."

WEYLAND: You did fine.

SILAS-CREW: Good for Facebook?

WEYLAND: Amlan joked in a press-release he felt like the revenant!

SILAS-CREW: We're happy to be here for this Earth art-media agenda here.

WEYLAND: Good.

AMLAN: Doubted the dragon was a game-master (Dartmouth); not now!

SHELBYE: Hey, we're alive, breathing, with love/life...does not matter.

PATTY: That thing was a cannibal (ok).

AMLAN: Mr. Weyland's penning some novel concept now (Amazing Well).

PATTY: Good for social media (relevance?).

Peter Weyland treated the post-mission investors and fans with some old-Earth commemorative HQ-kitchen specially-prepared doughnut-holes of powder-zest; and he hoped to remind all of this precious agenda-eye of inter-species games for 'intelligence' of study-of-consciousness and capitalism (itself perhaps) of why the dragon (now called the 'Xenomorph' for its adaptation/prowling/sneering/speed skill and dark magic) would be hailed as a Grendel for the ages (damn).

AMLAN: I feel like a revenant, wife.

WIFE: Your cyber-diagrams for architect-psychiatry are superb, babe.

AMLAN: Thanx for the vote(s).

WIFE: Alien...a new shampoo.

AMLAN: 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)