posted on Mar, 17 2012 @ 01:37 AM
The tiny grey dot seemed to appear out of nothingness above the crystalline blue orb below, circled by it’s drab grey cousin far off in the
distance. At a casual glance the world seemed black and devoid of life, no lights that suggested technology of any kind graced the continents below.
Just the endless green and brown, broken only by the sparkling blue and green seas swept over the surface like a madman’s artwork.
Against the inky blackness Lieutenant Doran, communications officer, punched in a few keys ahead of him, studying the hologram between him and world
below. Behind him, his commanding officer stirred, taking in the view out the panoramic windows.
“Anything?” he uttered, his voice soft with awe. Doran shook his head, typing frantically at a keyboard, the holographic view shifting across the
planet, reeling in information about the surface makeup, atmosphere and other vital details.
“Nothing Captain. No signs of technology whatsoever. Insane levels of life readings though. There’s definetely something alive down there.” The
Captain, a six-hundred year veteran of space travel, rubbed his goatee thoughtfully, rising from his plush chair.
“Is the atmosphere breathable?” he asked, moving ahead of Doran to the huge windows. The planet took up his whole view as the tiny by comaprison
ship edged closer to orbit, shadowed by the yellow sun behind it. This was just one of the thousands of worlds they had come across in their endless
journey across the stars.
“Seems to be. Oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen. All seem to be within tolerable limits sir,” Doran replied, leaving his station for a moment to join his
Captain in taking in the view. No matter how many worlds they visited, no matter how often, the view never got boring. Finally the Captain turned,
coming out of a seeming trance.
“Prepare a surface party. Let’s go have us a closer look.”
* * * *
The trees, green and overgrown from the lack of trimming swayed slightly as the craft touched down in a patch of long grass, coming to the ground
with a sudden clunk and the sounds of anti-gravitic generators whining in protest as they fought the natural gravity of the planet below them. As the
sounds of the alien craft came to rest, birds chittered their protest at the silence of this Eden like world being interrupted, striking out in random
patterns from the trees, only to settle as the grasslands fell quiet once again. With a small pop of air the craft opened, spilling out a small ramp.
Booted feet carefully traversed the steel ramp to the long grass below, the visitors unseen behind their helmets, their instruments and weapons at the
ready as the pair of Science Officers took up point, their holographic scanners perusing the air and the land before them. Like a fan the group of
seven slowly took up positions around their craft, each marvelling at the wildness of this world. The grass stretched out for miles before them,
outlined by a grey and green set of peaks that seemed to reach up to the white clouds caressing their peaks.
“It’s safe,” one of the Science Officers informed the remainder, each taking a moment to remove the heavy helmet. Leader of the party, Doran
took in a crisp breath, glad to be taking in fresh air rather than the stale air of the rebreather unit. Joining his side, the Science Officer, a
lithe woman known as Ella took in the horizon with amazed silence.
“Never gets old does it?” Doran almost whispered, watching as another flight of birds took wing from inside a bright green tree, turning and
wheeling in the sky before coming to settle again in the branches of another tree. Ella nodded slowly in agreement. Doran set his watch, motioning to
the craft pilot inside the giant bulbous cockpit before them.
“Six hours,” he stated, giving the pilot instruction, “If we haven’t returned locate the emergency beacon and return to the ship.” The pilot
nodded, putting his feet up on the control panel.
“Sir?” another visitor replied, struggling to remove his EVA suit, “we have a signal.” He placed the holo in the hands of his superior, Doran
studying the small blip before his face.
“We didn’t pick anything up from orbit,” he said, his brow furrowed with concern, “how strong is the signal?”
The junior Science Officer took the holo, tapping a few commands in. “It would seem the signal has been active for some time sir. It is pretty
faint, our scanners may not have picked it from such a range.”
Doran thought for a moment. It had been a long time since they had seen any worlds with any technology even close to their own. This could be
“Let’s move out,” he ordered, the security troops taking up point and flank in repsonse, “Let’s see what we have out there.”
* * * *
After two hours of traversing grasslands, stone outcrops and watching as a huge wall of cloud swept over the mountains and drenched them all in a
torrential, but brief downpour, the only life they had seen were birds and masses of insects. Nothing more advanced had greet them thus far, yet as
they neared the blip, the weak signal became more prevalent. As they arrived at the foot of the mountain range, the blip intensified.
Finding a narrow canyon pass barely wide enough to get a small vehicle through, the troupe of visitors made their way up the stony path, tripping and
stumbling often over the gravelly and loose road. After a half hour of travel, Doran paused, signalling the others to do so. Ella moved to his side,
scanning the environment for any changes.
“There’s something here,” Doran stated, scanning the canyon walls. He had felt another presence since nearing the mountains. As they had
ventured deeper into the foothills, his feeling had grown stronger. Ella nodded also, indeed something was watching them. As they had gotten closer to
the blip of technology on her holo screen, she had felt it also.
“Maybe there’s more on this planet than we initially observed,” she reasoned, checking the co-ordinates on the holo were correct. Doran
“The sensors only detect life and technology. If it’s something we’re not familiar with, it won’t show.”
“Sir?” One of the security troops was on his feet, studying a small scanner intently. Doran stood quickly, sensing something was wrong.
“We have multiple contacts sir,” the trooper went on, “they’re all around us.” Doran tried to calm his mind, and prepared himself for his
usual task of diplomacy.
“Form a defensive ring,” he instructed, “weapons in non-offensive guise, saftey’s off.” As a unit the group formed a defensive ring, the
troops and Doran at the perimeter, the scientists behind them.
“Ten meters and closing sir,” the trooper said tensely, resisting the urge to raise his weapon. A moment passed of complete silence, the air
“Five meters sir.” Doran tensed. Here goes nothing.
“Attention local beings,” he began, spreading his arms wide to show he wasn’t a threat, “we are a delegate of the Science Vessel Arcturus
Five. We come in peace.” A moment passed. Nothing. Only the sound of the proximity sensor beeping softly every few seconds.
“Please show yourselves. We mean no harm.” A shuffle sounded to Doran’s left, he turned slowly, hoping no to startle what was there. In the
shadows, multiple eyes came to being, like yellow fireflies out of the corner of one’s eyes. Doran tensed, a bead of sweat breaking out on his brow.
Low shuffling and whispered words joined the eyes. Finally, a voice spoke.