@VisualInspiration
The aliens looked like a force sent from hell, like those the marines fought in that Martian base a few years ago. But these aliens didn't attack at first. They looked awful, sure, but their behavior was… peaceful? But, they invaded the marines ship, so they had to be destroyed. When the first one died, the rest of the aliens attacked. Everything ended up covered in blood. Even in the sales brochures and free samples the aliens had with them… #WritingPrompt
Yes, Ma’am… It was just a harmless joke, we do it to every noob aboard. A crossing-the-line-ceremony.
Explain.
We order him to care for the ship’s mascot, a Th’rolx from Kornheim 47. They look so cute with their fur and the large eyes...
Get to the point.
Yes, Ma’am. Sooner or later, everybody gets bored and feeds it one of his pizza slices. The cheese triggers its mating rage and it transforms into, well, you’ve seen it, and begins to act kinda rude, making grunting noises, demolishing the interior, so…
So?
Nothing serious, There might be some bruises, maybe he’d need a shower. And there’d be a party afterwards.
A party?
Yes, Ma’am. But Branson hit the alarm button and you put the poor thing out yourself.
You do that joke to every new crew member, you said?
@VisualInspiration
"What are you doing, Phil? We're xenomorphs. We don't need automatic weapons."
"I got it off that human we melted. The one that shot Larry. I figure if we keep using their stuff against them, we'll eventually get so much of it they'll quit coming."
"You know how to use that?"
"Yeah, from watching the human."
"Learn any of its language?"
"A little."
Soon...
"Sir! Message from Sergeant Dacote! 'Human stay out. Virus make you into xenomorph.'" #MicroFiction
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