The church was small and low, against the impressive backdrop of the northern highland's mountains in Scotland.
Weyland was wearing his best suit, and Jeanne an impressive white dress. Due to the weather being so good, they had moved the ceremony into the gardens of the church. The vicar was standing between them.
In the first row of the congregation, numerous people were smiling. Keith Harrington had a broad grin on his bearded face, and was inconspicuously showing thumbs up. On Mrs. Yutani's face a small, tiny smile appeared.
The vicar started speaking the familiar words of matrimony, and Weyland said yes at the proper moments.
He looked at Jeanne, her face smiling under the white veil. This was it.
The vicar concluded his ceremony by closing the bible noisily and then intoning those words: "You may now kiss the bride."
He moved closer to Jeanne, wrapping his arm around her, lifting her veil, and planting a long-drawn, soft kiss on her lips.
She smiled, and they drew apart.
Weyland smiled too, and the congregation applauded. Even the thin-faces Scottish vicar smiled.
From far away, Weyland heard a hum.
"Jeanne Weyland, huh" she said.
He nodded. "Sounds good!"
The hum grew louder, and turned into a rumble. Mrs. Yutani screwed up her face again.
"I had personally cleared this part of the airspace." She said.
"Never mind" Weyland laughed "Jeanne, you have to throw the bouquet!"
"Right, I almost forgot about that!"
The rumble was now getting louder, and Weyland threw an inconspicuous glance about him. Nothing to be seen.
Giggling, Jeanne turned her back to the congregation, preparing to throw the bouquet.
Then, two things happened at once. Jeanne hurled the bouquet high up into the air, and the rumble, now annoyingly loud, turned into a deafening roar. A ship, sleek, elongated and bright red punched through the clouds, racing on a steep downward trajectory.
Weyland took a step back, as the ship started to slow down above them. It would be a close call, the pilot must be insane.
Or not human, Weyland though.
The congregation burst apart, people running for cover, the table that held the beverages being knocked over. Weyland could see the flaps on the engines opening and closing as they held the ship in the air. For a split second, he could read the writing on the side of the ship.
SHIPSTERN BLUFF
The Bouquet turned in the air, and then, with a soft thud, connected with the windows of the cockpit. Weyland glimpsed a surprised face and another, less human visage at the helm, and then, with another deafening roar, and singing the tip of the trees, the ship blasted off again.
Seconds afterwards, two patrol vessels appeared in the sky, homing onto the larger Shipstern Bluff, but it outraced them with ease.
Weyland had been knocked to the floor by the downdraft, and was sitting there, laughing.
Jeanne helped him to his feet. She was laughing as well.
"I do suppose we will get an invitation to their wedding?"
Weyland laughed "You never know…!"