Valdeunia
11-12-2005, 02:42
((I just felt like starting an RP based on the good old movies with aliens and their UFO flying saucers picking on Earth. This is modern tech, and starts off in New Mexico, at a town called Sunside, (the intro will be at Area-51) which is pretty much like all those towns in the desert that the movies have aliens attacking.))
Private John Jackson stared at the radar screen in front of him for a moment, not sure if he was seeing the light green bubble moving slowly from the upper right corner. He rubbed his eyes and looked to his empty cup of coffee. He had been stationed at this famed military base for five years, and never saw any actual activity. He never believed in the hype over Area-51 anyway.
"Private, what's going on over there?" demanded Major Briggs, noticing the odd look on Jackson's face.
"I'm not sure, sir, there's a blip on the radar, but-"
"What? Why didn't you say something?" the Major strode over, obviously annoyed with the private and studied the radar screen.
"There aren't supposed to be any aircraft flying right now, so this isn't one of ours," pointed out the Private.
"I know that, call the Air Control tower, check if they know something we don't, wouldn't want to shoot down another civilian airliner, last time was a bit messy..."
"Sir?"
"Before your time. Make the call."
The Private nodded and pushed a button.
"Hello?" answered the voice on the other line.
"Hello, this is Private John Jackson calling from the Central Command, we have a blip on the radar and want to know if you have any idea of what it is."
"Uh, I don't know, let me check with the Lieutenant.... Lieutenant, anything supposed to be up in the air ri-"
Jackson stopped listening and stared back at the radar. There were now five bubbles, the first growing nearer to the air control tower.
"Sir... I don't think these are planes." The Private looked up at the Major, who was staring out the window in front of the building at the air control tower. The private followed his gaze and reached for the phone.
"Hello again, there is-" began Jackson.
"Hey, there is something outside- Wait a minute, oh sh-"
Jackson dropped the phone as a flash of green light erupted outside. He stared as pieces of the air control tower fell in flames to the runway below. He looked at the Major to see him running to the back of the room. The Major broke some glass around a red button, but never got the chance to push it as Jackson turned to look back out the window to see a large black shape looming outside.
He saw a quick flash of green light. "Oh shit."
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Mike Larkin rolled down the street on his skateboard as headed to Main Street. The sixteen year old had just gotten out school, which was extended because of his after school detention, and was going to work at the Sunside Diner. He was planning on meeting some friends at the Diner, but doubted if too many would linger there for two hours. He stopped in front of the door to the Diner and walked in. He strolled behind the bar and stashed his bookbag and skateboard under the bar before unrolling his apron.
"You're late Mr. Larkin!" snapped his manager.
"Yeah I know, had detention-" Mike started to answer.
"What if someone important came here to eat? I would be short a hand, unable to serve them, I'd be ruined!"
"Why would anyone important want to waste their time in this dull slice of boredom? muttered Mike as he tied his apron.
"What?"
"Nothing..." Mike ignored his manager from there and read the order a waitress just handed him. He flipped on the oven and through some ham in a frying pan before reaching under the bar for some bread. He paused as a magazine someone left on the bar caught his attention.
"Alien Invasion: Attack On Area-51, What They Didn't Tell You," he read aloud. He shook his head and laughed as he grabbed the bread.
Private John Jackson stared at the radar screen in front of him for a moment, not sure if he was seeing the light green bubble moving slowly from the upper right corner. He rubbed his eyes and looked to his empty cup of coffee. He had been stationed at this famed military base for five years, and never saw any actual activity. He never believed in the hype over Area-51 anyway.
"Private, what's going on over there?" demanded Major Briggs, noticing the odd look on Jackson's face.
"I'm not sure, sir, there's a blip on the radar, but-"
"What? Why didn't you say something?" the Major strode over, obviously annoyed with the private and studied the radar screen.
"There aren't supposed to be any aircraft flying right now, so this isn't one of ours," pointed out the Private.
"I know that, call the Air Control tower, check if they know something we don't, wouldn't want to shoot down another civilian airliner, last time was a bit messy..."
"Sir?"
"Before your time. Make the call."
The Private nodded and pushed a button.
"Hello?" answered the voice on the other line.
"Hello, this is Private John Jackson calling from the Central Command, we have a blip on the radar and want to know if you have any idea of what it is."
"Uh, I don't know, let me check with the Lieutenant.... Lieutenant, anything supposed to be up in the air ri-"
Jackson stopped listening and stared back at the radar. There were now five bubbles, the first growing nearer to the air control tower.
"Sir... I don't think these are planes." The Private looked up at the Major, who was staring out the window in front of the building at the air control tower. The private followed his gaze and reached for the phone.
"Hello again, there is-" began Jackson.
"Hey, there is something outside- Wait a minute, oh sh-"
Jackson dropped the phone as a flash of green light erupted outside. He stared as pieces of the air control tower fell in flames to the runway below. He looked at the Major to see him running to the back of the room. The Major broke some glass around a red button, but never got the chance to push it as Jackson turned to look back out the window to see a large black shape looming outside.
He saw a quick flash of green light. "Oh shit."
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Mike Larkin rolled down the street on his skateboard as headed to Main Street. The sixteen year old had just gotten out school, which was extended because of his after school detention, and was going to work at the Sunside Diner. He was planning on meeting some friends at the Diner, but doubted if too many would linger there for two hours. He stopped in front of the door to the Diner and walked in. He strolled behind the bar and stashed his bookbag and skateboard under the bar before unrolling his apron.
"You're late Mr. Larkin!" snapped his manager.
"Yeah I know, had detention-" Mike started to answer.
"What if someone important came here to eat? I would be short a hand, unable to serve them, I'd be ruined!"
"Why would anyone important want to waste their time in this dull slice of boredom? muttered Mike as he tied his apron.
"What?"
"Nothing..." Mike ignored his manager from there and read the order a waitress just handed him. He flipped on the oven and through some ham in a frying pan before reaching under the bar for some bread. He paused as a magazine someone left on the bar caught his attention.
"Alien Invasion: Attack On Area-51, What They Didn't Tell You," he read aloud. He shook his head and laughed as he grabbed the bread.