Sargent Vincent, we are only 15 klicks away from the target area," Private Gary Pratt said showing you the map. "Thanks for the update, Private. Tell the comms operator to radio the other Humvees," You reply. "Will do sir. Uh, what exactly is our mission, sir?" The private asks nervously. "You new to the gem hunters, private?" You ask. "Yes, sir. I transferred from Afghanistan. My commanding officer told me to report to the commander of the gem hunters to get my papers, and I'm here sir," says Private Pratt. "Well that's good to hear that you're under my command private, or mission is simple we are locating a crash site in the local woods to set up and perimeter. Our second objective look for the crew capture them if their alive and wait for the recovery team to take what tech is still operational. We have done this many times in the past the crew is on average dead on impact so most of the time it is waiting for the recovery team. You'll do fine, private." you tell him reassuringly. "Thank you, sir, we are five klicks from the crash site." Said Private Pratt "No worry Private. I'll keep you safe." A man with a southern accent says, holding a sniper rifle. "Private Newman, please keep your ego in check. No one needs that on the mission." You say "Sir yes sir." Private Newman says. "All personal time to exit the vehicles to move to the objective." You say over the radio. The soldiers get out of their Hummers and approach the woods. " Soldiers attend-hut! Men do a weapons and equipment check." You check the magazines and make sure theirs a bullet in the chamber of your m4 rifle. Your men check their m4s, and you march on into the woods you can hear no sound or movement in the woods not even a squirrel scattering across the woodland floor. The trees seem giant and hardly let in any sun into the forest. The soldiers wearing full desert camouflage and heavy rucksacks were making the soldiers sweat regularly; sometimes you could swear you heard cars passing by the road you came in by the forest muffled the sounds. Not even the soldier's foot's steps made any noise on the ground; there were no sticks or leaves to crackle under the soldier's combat boots. The forest was a maze like with everything seeming like a copy and paste of each other. "Holy shit this is too damn quiet in here. Where are all the animals? There should be at least some birds." A soldier states. "The Native Americans believed this place was holy because no animals were ever here. They said that Sprits would walk the forest trying to find their way to the afterlife. The Native Americans would give gifts to the gods and do human sacrifices from time to time using troubling kids." the units science/gem technology advisor responded. "That's some scary shit man!" Says the soldier "Both of you, I want this mission to go quickly and quietly so shut the fuck up!" You snap. Your team spots a large dirt trench leading to fallen chard and burning trees. You see the crashed ship, made of this hard substance similar to steel but with a green crystalline structure with no metallic feel to it. "We have located the objective. Wait to move in on my mark. I'll radio in that we found the crash site and to send the recovery to our position," You say. "Overlord, this is Hunter three do you copy?" You hear a crackle over the radio for a few seconds. "Hunter Three this is Overlord we read you loud and clear, what is it Hunter Three? "Overlord we have found the crash site! Send the recovery team to our position," You say. "Hunter Three this is Overlord we can't see your team on the GPS. Repeat Hunter 3 we can't see your team on the GPS." "Overlord this is Hunter Three please repeat it seems we have radio interference." "Hunter Three this is Overlord we can't see yo-" the radio cuts to static. "Does anyone's radio work? We need contact with command!" You yell. You hear a no from every soldier. The ground starts to rumble. You look at the crash site and shout, "Defensive positions, everyone! Someone, please tell me what the hell is that?"