"Impact"
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The Nyx class dropship flew across the sky, leaving a bright tail as it descended into the night. As it plummeted it approached a small clearing in
the desert. The team had worked diligently and had slowed the craft down before impact but the crash was still catastrophic on the craft.
Dazed they attempted to use the radio but found that it has been destroyed. The team, battered and bruised, struggled out of the craft just as the
planet’s military personnel arrived. Terrified at the sight of aliens, one of them struck Evans in the face with the butt of his rifle.
Evans: “Ow!! What the h…”
A frightened infantryman yelled to his superior. “Sir, they speak English.”
Officer: “ALEIN INFILTRATORS! Take them down!”
Many infantryman attacked the dazed team taking them down quickly. The team put up little resistance because. Knowing that would probably result in a
quick death from their trigger happy assailants.
They were stripped of all remaining gear at gunpoint and hand and leg cuffed. As they were being loaded into a transport they saw teams of soldiers
and what appeared to be civilian scientists pouring over the dropship. The team had failed to keep the vital military hardware secure. Once fully
onboard their transport truck it didn’t take long for them to realize that these soldiers were different. The others had worn a simple camo uniform
but this group wore all black with no name tag or insignia. Even more noticeable was the fact that they were not afraid, as the infantry had been.
“Great.” Ackerman thought, looks like we’ve just met the “men in black.”
They were transported through the dead of night in a windowless truck. During their trip all they could hear was the occasional bump of the tires on
the dirt road. Hours later they could hear a commotion outside including the clang of metal and the unmistakable sound of many boots on pavement. The
truck stopped as they were offloaded they saw no light pollution which meant any settlement had to be miles away. All the guards here wore the black
uniform and seemed unconcerned by the arrival of the alien “infiltrators.”
Taken inside they were blindfolded and taken to individual cells in locations out of earshot of the others.
Ackerman could hear footsteps approaching the cell. Followed by the jingling sound of keys and the turning of tumblers. The footsteps drew closer.
Each ominous crack louder than the last. The footsteps moved off to his left and moved around him. The shoes scraping against the cold hard concrete
as he went. The thuds his shoes made as he slowly but purposefully circled him were terrifying. When the noise could be heard in front of him again he
was asked a simple question. “What’s your name?”
Ackerman thought about responding with “James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise.” But decided against it. If the others said he was Ackerman it
might get him in unnecessary trouble.
The man asked again with great patience “What’s your name?”
He replied “Ackerman”
The man was now very pleasant “Good….good. What do you do?”
Ackerman: “I can’t tell you that.”
The man with an almost philosophical tone asked “Why?”
Ackerman: “Duty.”
The man asked inquisitively “Duty to what?”
Ackerman did not reply.
The man surprisingly understanding said. “Alright we won’t go down that path. But can you tell me your duty on that craft?”
Ackerman realizing they wouldn’t just be let go had to say something. But what? Should he lie? Then again what if the others tell the truth? Any
number of game theory ideas flew through his head, but he settled on the truth knowing the others couldn’t guess anything he made up but they would
know the truth.
The man asked patiently as if he had not asked it before. “Can you tell me your duty on that craft?”
Ackerman: “I’m the leader.”
[edit on 6-6-2009 by Studious]



