just keep doing that but change that it's what the director would want (i couldn't imagine why) don't interfere with his vision don't interfere with your story don't go in there don't if you know what's good for you, you wouldn't
good writers stay out of their stories even if it's real life.
Hmm... here goes :/ New genre, sci-fi. Or, at least an attempt.
It had pale, papery skin. Long, thin and slender arms connected to frail shoulders, leading to a thin neck and small head. It floated in a large upright tank, tubes attached and the creature fastened down with rope. Specimen 2079, the plaque read. Pity it was the last of its kind. These aliens, although beautiful, strange, and intriguing, were far too aggressive to be left. At least, that was what the chief in command of the station had decided. That soldier seemed to be deciding everything these days, after the war. When they first made contact, their people had tried to negotiate. The aliens replied with fire and bombs. They had been forced to retaliate, and had made short work of their enemies. And now here they were. Light years away from home, in a strange planet, with strange atmospheres and substances and a sloping and flat and ragged landscape, mountains and trenches and more water than land. Just scientists and the remaining specimen, 2079, with its pale papery skin and long slender arms.