Alien/Violet

Weyland sends trio for dragon-encounter (an alien) for a record-entry of Earthling 'sportsmanship' chandeliers for perhaps a missing corner.

Alien fanfiction for Friday the 13th. Enjoy! 

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WEYLAND COMPANY: We're sending you to an organic place; hills-and-flowers!

AMLAN/MARCUS/DANICA: We'll return with some report about bad intelligence.

WEYLAND COMPANY: If these dragons exist, you'll return as celebrity-status!

AMLAN/MARCUS/DANICA: The spaceship Dartmouth is pure Facebook, so yes.

WEYLAND COMPANY: We've equipped you with acid-guns for race-confidence!

AMLAN/MARCUS/DANICA: We'll posture with erosion mind for Facebook-flags.

WEYLAND COMPANY: Surely, there's no alien out there hating consciousness!

AMLAN/MARCUS/DANICA: Such an alien offers history/record for Earth-vanity.

WEYLAND COMPANY: Let's say you embark on a log for continuity in science!

AMLAN/MARCUS/DANICA: Thanx (Facebook-like).

The Weyland space-exploration(s) company vessel (the Dartmouth) was quite-right for the trio of space-trekkers, Amlan and Marcus and Danica, who made it to their destination in light-speed to explore and examine if an intelligent signal with dragon-species hologram images relayed back to Earth warranted a diplomacy-arm for new knowledge-trees in capitalism's qualia; and it drew special science-fiction and social-media interest for the Company long-known for having strange files about dragons roaming the known universe (Facebook-like!).

When they reached the planet, the Weyland explorers did make for bad discovery. They encountered an insect-dragon like leviathan-being of larger-than-man-sized proportion with a ravenous set of teeth and claws and sinister-sneer and climbing abilities. It sneaked on top of the Dartmouth; and Amlan had to swing out on a rope with his acid machine-gun to spray it in the mouth (for a miracle image).

WEYLAND: You insist, hero, this dragon of discovery was explosive?

AMLAN: I assure you there was no other chance or priority, for Earthlings.

WEYLAND: To seek acid-instant IQ for exile-communique is distance-paranoia.

AMLAN: Seek your own study, for my crew is retirement-prone for this dragon!

WEYLAND: Sovereignty stance is afforded by your quick-acid shot for silences?

AMLAN: Without qualia; may future reckonings only yield qualia-chandeliers.

WEYLAND: Facebook-like!

Amlan and Marcus and Danica retired to Brussels; and they brought diamonds and roses to forget the dragon they encountered. Weyland meanwhile sought some new line for understanding of what this planet-disencounter 'consciousness' yielded for better humors in science-race contact journals of the Ego (sure).

MARCUS: Shot, one-shot to the head, with acid; quick-retreat; message sent.

DANICA: There's no single quality language for a dragon of 'contest' arms.

WEYLAND: Acid was the only solution (ha).

MEDIA CONSULTANT: Maybe this contest-IQ dragon (alien) was a game-master?

WEYLAND: We shall inquire of the labyrinth-agenda of malice or mischief.

MEDIA CONSULTANT: Perchance the trio (Dartmouth) was simply human?

WEYLAND: They've retired for Western banks lean (good organics/chemistry).

MEDIA CONSULTANT: Well, remember Rutherford changed solid-chords.

WEYLAND: Let's to a chemical romance lexicon (for the Ego).

"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)