In 1947, the Lazarus city on the Moon goes dark. Hours later pieces of a UFO were observed entering Earth’s atmosphere. Some of those pieces would later crash in Roswell, New Mexico. Amongst the wreckage is a single transport. Inside is a survivor. Not human but alien. And it brings news of a coming fleet.
The Pentagon’s staff hurried back and forth as events on the Moon reached a tragic conclusion. Now chatter turned to the apparent vessel observed over Lazarus. The notion that aliens existed wasn’t new for humanity. The last few centuries had led to the discovery of great spheres that could have only come from elsewhere in the universe. This ultimately meant that meeting life beyond the Earth was all a matter of time. The Secretary of Navy, James Forrestal was joined by a senior adviser. The man’s flushed face showed all he needed to know. No one had an ounce of an idea on how to deal with this prospective threat. The President’s reasoning was that since Forrestal headed the navy as it travelled overseas. Why should space be any different?
“What’s the timeline we’re working with?” Forrestal asked leaning on the railing.
“A few hours ago our satellites over North America picked up an object in close proximity to the moon and followed its trajectory to its current point. We have grainy images, sir. But they at one point show the vessel breaking into pieces. We tracked most of the pieces to ground zero, Roswell, New Mexico. It can be assumed that whatever has occurred on Lazarus may well have had an impact on this vessel.”
“Are there casualties? In or around Roswell.”
“The crash site is outside most population centres, sir. A lot of people likely saw the crash. Our containment teams are already mobilised to secure the wreckage. And newsprint is being closely observed. I’m a little concerned that the other nations will jump to conclusions. Some might think this is an alien invasion or worse, that we’ve been attacked by a foreign power.”
“For all we know, it could be,” Forrestal said. “Relay what we know so far to President Truman. Now is not the time for preemptive action. The rest of the world is probably just as in the dark as we are. I can’t help but wonder what the hell happened to Lazarus though. Open up a channel to Grey or James. See if they can help us.”
“And if they won’t?”
“Well we’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it,” said Forrestal as the massive circular table projected the alien craft and then transitioned into showing the parts that broke away, “Also have some engineers see if we can piece together what led to the ship’s demise. I have a feeling it was self-inflicted.
“Understood, sir. I’ll get on it right away.”
A few hours earlier
The alarms blaring in his ears drowned out his thoughts until it all fell silent with a heavy thud as his bloodied grey fist met the door button. For Kor, everything about this had been hell. The discovery of a Gaia world and life on it was incredible. Finding the Primor or as Terrans called them ‘Mort’s’ was worse. The Outreach’s self destruct had been triggered at some point. He had only minutes if that to get off the damned vessel. His still smoking plasma rifle made a loud clang as it landed at his side. He hurried over to the ships main console and keyed in the take-off codes when he caught a glimpse of a crew member blocking his transport. There were waving their arms frantically.
“Ship engage-” the words barely had escaped his lips as a black creature burst from the shadows, writhing tendrils included and overwhelmed the crew member. “Fire! Fire! FIRE!”
The plasma turrets left smouldering ruin in their wake as they cut the dark Primor to pieces. Kor’s heart reached fever pitch as he heard more noise on top of his ship.
“Tracking multiple hostiles on the hull.”
“Don’t just tell me. Deal with them.”
The ship obliged and shredded whatever resided on the top of the transport. Black congealed blood drifted down the front viewport as Kor took his seat and engaged lift-off procedure. It wasn’t long before he was in the vast darkness of space. Behind him the Outreach exploded, his outer hull fragmented outward. The debris and the energy from the blast catapulted Kor ‘s transport towards the Earth. It took a few moments for the gyros to orientated the ship and he soon sank into the chair. At least for the now the worst was behind him.
He spent the first few minutes calculating the best landing area. Earth may have been large but it was also covered by Terrans. He didn’t quite like the idea of dropping into a major city or town. The risk to his life would be too great. In the end, he put his faith in the automated system and decided to rest his eyes.
When he came too, he heard clanking and grinding behind him. Out the corner of his eye, something tall and black lowered itself from the ceiling. It must have been hiding among on the tubes and like him chose to rest. Its claws tapped the metal floor and the creature slivered toward him. Kor still had his plasma pistol but in the time would take for him to leave his chair. The foul Primor would be upon him. Without moving too much he keyed in commands for the ship to shift direction. The sudden tilt caught the Primor by surprise and it fell toward him before hitting the glass screen. Realising the danger it was now in, bladed tendrils attempted to strike Kor but he was narrowly out of reach. Kor sighed and fired off a few plasma shots. This was enough to shatter the glass and send the Primor hurtling out of the ship. “Ship, lower the visor!”
The transport’s visors were just metal screens. They slammed down into the place and a series of holographic images created a rough idea of what was in front of him. “Captain.”
“Ship, what is it?”
“I had engaged auto evasion subroutines but by switching to manual, I need to make you aware. Missiles are inbound.”
“You tell me that only after I switch to manual.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Using the controls in front of him he pulled the ship up from its nosedive and took caution to evade the inbound threat from the Terrans. He managed to use the onboard turrets to destroy most of the missiles.
“I’ve marked a landing area.”
“Anyway, can we open communications with the Terrans?”
“Attempting that now.”
The next few seconds were spent approaching the landing area as the onboard turrets continued to keep the missiles at bay. “Engage landing procedure.”
The final set of missiles were harder to hit and broke through the line of fire from the turrets. The transport shuddered violently as Kor lifted the front of the ship up before it met with the ground. The sudden impact and jolt gave his senses a shock, knocking him out. He sat in the chair passed out. The last thing he heard was the ship’s voice slur before fading away as darkness clouded his vision.