I do not Own Rights to Eureka, nor do I have ownership of the Transformers. Should be obvious that Quacked Lurker has NOTHING to her name, considering this is FAN FICTION! and disclaimers seem to be mandatory on this site. Have fun reading, and let me know what you think
Sheriff Jack Carter stopped his truck at the edge of the impact zone. When the flaming meteorite had first appeared on the horizon, Global Dynamics had calculated its trajectory and estimated that the huge rock would land in the center of town. Calmly and quickly, the whole city had evacuated, while various scientists tried to change the landing zone with several of their falling space rock shields and electromagnetic pulses. Nothing seemed to work. Not even the experimental explosions and rockets that were being designed to blast or shove falling meteors before they could endanger human lives.
Noticing that the meteorite had landed intact, and that the landing area was no longer smoking, Carter carefully approached the large rock imbedded in the mountain side. Panic hadn't set in when the meteorite first appeared, because falling space junk wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence in Eureka. Sure, it was unusual, but metalic items from previous space-station visits had been pulled down directly onto the small town about two years ago. Then, there were the tiny rocks that burned up in the atmosphere all around the world-the only thing unusual about this particular rock (before it hit), was the size.
Carter walked around the embankment. He wasn't going to take a closer look just yet-during the oddly silent minutes when the last Eureka 'refugee' had finally left on a bus, and the remaining scientists were preparing to retreat to their underground bunker, the angle of entry had changed. No longer was the meteorite headed for Archimedes statue. Now it appeared the space-rock would be landing on the outskirts of town-just inside the electromagnetic shield that helped to isolate Eureka from the rest of the world.
Across the huge hole in the ground, Carter was prepared to approach the rock and take some radiation measurements and other readings the scientists-mainly Fargo, but also Henry and Alice-insist someone gather before the meteorite was officially deemed a threat or not. Natural phenomena did not change trajectory on its own. Plus there was that Space-Ship of Henry's that had returned from its twenty-year mission last year-was it already a year? Huh, seemed like it had been last month that the ship had landed and awed the whole town with its findings-Anyway, this rock was spherical in shape, instead of the obviously designed ship.
One foot was on the just-churned dirt, when a whirling clanking sound-harsh and very metallic, to Jack Carter's ear-emerged from the not-an-asteroid as it split in half, and something inside stood up.
Carter reacted instinctively. Here in Eureka, the unknown was to be avoided at all costs-especially when it started moving on its own. At least, until the inventor got between his-or-her machine and any other human being. Carter jumped upwards and to the side-aiming for the bushes and trees where he would have some protection or shelter in the very likely event this thing had active weapons.
Sure enough, the thing protected by the rock-shell glanced around its surrounds. It took a three-hundred sixty-degree view of the land surrounding its hole, then turned to face the vheical. Jack cringed.
However, instead of weapons being fired, the thing looked at the truck and a weird greenish-purple light emerged from the bluish orbs on the inhuman-humanoid. The light swept over Carter's truck and came back. The machine took three giant steps and was free of the crumbling earth. A second volley of the whirling clanking sounds came from the being, and it shrank, or folded as it bend upon itself. This second bombardment lasted almost three times as long as the first blast, and when the sound came to a complete stop, there were two identical Sherif Trucks sitting innocently by the now-empty unexplainable ditch in the ground.
Warily, but needing to know if the alien visitor was a threat-and how well it could mimic his vehicle-Carter slowly approached the not-really-my-truck and examined it in detail without actually touching it. He'd pull out the various tools later. Jack didn't trust any equipment he couldn't immediately identify the use or function of, unless one of his high-IQ friends was around to hold and use it. There was just something strange about needing to reread the instruction manual every time the item was to be used.
Satisfied that he'd gotten all the details he could just by looking at it, Jack Carter stepped back and looked from his truck to the alien-disguised as a truck. The only differences he saw were in the interior-this new one was missing the floor rug under his feet, designed to trap dirt and other debris as he stepped in and out.
Sherif Jack Carter walked back to his vehicle and pulled away shaking his head. "This is new. Sort of" he muttered to himself, watching through the rear-view mirror as the driver-less truck followed.
Puppy eyes!
