First Contact

not what you think...

"Are we sure that this is correct? Should this be done?  Are they ready?" 

The commander of the ship looked up from his paper work.  It was bad enough that he was permanently stationed in the gravitational pull of Uranus. Did he really have to put up with this insubordination as well? He cringed inwardly at the words of his second in command.  He could not believe that his orders and judgement would be so blantantly questioned. Didn't he know the chain of command?  Didn't he know that you never question, you follow orders?  The commander shook his head and was getting ready to rake the subordinate over the coals when he stopped and looked at the green dot on the computer radar on his desk.

"Sergeant, do you see this?  Come over here and have a look.  I think this is heading straight towards us but I'm not sure."

"It's heading too quickly to be able to tell where it's destination is. "

"Oh My God!  Get the General over here, STAT!  Move it, move it, move it.  We have a code Coujoraptor, I repeat, code Coujoraptor.  All available cadets to the flight deck, pronto!  Insubordination will not be tolerated. "

The deck was suddenly full to bursting with cadets of both sexes and many different races.  White uniformed  nurses were milling around the deck, trying to make sure not to trip over the multitude of legs that the Ottonians had, a hard task in and of itself.  The blue skin of the Gorms was blinding to everyone who did not have the proper eye apparell.  The nurses had been called with the rest of the cadets due to the fact that the General had no idea what they were dealing with so it was better to be prepared.  Always better to be safe than sorry as the old adage went.  Different languages were being spoken but understood due to the Galactical Translation Device (GTD) that each and every entity in their military had implanted when they signed the paperwork for their specific branch.  Everyone was ill at ease, just waiting for the Commander to give the floor to the General.

"Everyone, please tune your GTD to station 192.D and the General will have the floor."  The Commander looked up and down the well ordered formation, everyone perfectly organized by their race and by stars and bars.  Never had he had a more fine tuned army at his disposal.  No Commander could ask for a finer and more dedicated squadron.

"Now, we shall continue.  I have called you all here today because we are facing a threat the like of which I have never seen before, in all of my years of service for the Great Overlord Bohaman.  We have an unidentifed ship making its way into our terrain.  I am not sure whether they are friend or foe.  Until then, all discharge is prohibited.  Do not fire upon the unknown unless they attack first.  Until then, await my orders.  Dismissed!"

The General dismissed everyone and went to his own quarters.  He sat down heavily on his chair.  His mind was racing.  Should he go ahead and order the unknown to be shot from the sky?  After all, they were invading, not he.  He decides to try to make contact with the unknown ship that was drawing closer and closer with speed. Sighing, he takes out the handheld radio from the folds in his chest and tunes it in to try to find out  if the ship is recieving orders from anyone or if it may just be lost.  He really does not want to shoot down a ship that just happened into his terrain.  What he hears comes as a complete surprise.

"Anyone there?  This is an SOS from the Battleship Merlyman.  I repeat, SOS from Merlyman.  Does anyone copy? Over."

The General decides to answer the SOS.  The Captain sounded very lost and unsure.  Should certainly get out of the area before someone not as understanding hears the SOS and decides that they want fresh prey.  You could never be sure of your welcome in these skies.  The ship should get out while it still can. 

"This is Supply Ship Harlequin to Battleship Merlyman. Do you read Merlyman?  Over."
"Merlyman reading loud and clear.  Where am I Harlequin? I'm close to being out of fuel and need somewhere to be able to crash land.  Can you help? Over."
"Harlequin to Merlyman.  You are breaking up.  Keep straight for the Eve nebula and you will see an emergency landing pad.  If you have at least a quarter of a tank of fuel you should just be able to make it.  A team will be waiting there with supplies.  Over and out!"

General Gazatron decides to take action.  He lifted up the mic that would connect him to everyone that was still stationed onboard the ship. 
"Code JR.  We have a code JR on our hands.  I need a crash team to the emergency landing pad between Nebula Eve and Rogue star stat.  I repeat, Nebula Eve and Rogue star.  I will be there momentarily with further instructions.  Over and Out!"

He suits up.  Laser proof vest, check.  Laser proof vest penetrating machine gun, double check.  He was the only one on the ship with access to such weaponry and never, ever went unarmed.  Forewarned is forearmed and he was always forearmed, especially when he had no idea of what he was dealing with.  He arrives at the scene just as the other ship is crashing down.  Never before had he seen such beauty as the ship before him.  He was in total awe.  Standing at least 700 feet in height, as wide as three of his biggest ships, looked to be made purely of silver  but strong as steel forged over the hottest flame.  General Gazatron walks up to the hatch and knocks with the butt of his gun.  The High Priestess Mirey answers the knock.  She has two strong alien looking creatures on either side of her.  They only have two hands, two legs, two eyes. Both stand around 5'7 compared to his nine feet.  Compared to them he feels like a king. 

That is, until they pull out the weapons...and gun down his whole squadron before they have time to react.

And they say that other races are the animals.  Look at ourselves.  All they wanted to do is help.  We aim to kill.