Hey all. I was stuck on what to write for one of my other stories, but still felt like writing. So uh. This happened instead.
Resting beneath a shattered moon lay a planet filled with darkness. Four great fires of light stood against this tide, with countless smaller pinpricks scattered out around them. One of the larger pinpricks of light was located on an island called Patch, where the Xaio Long household was preparing for the night. Taiyang Xaio Long and his daughter and only child, Yang Xaio Long, had just finished the dishes on this warm late-summer eve and were sitting out back with their dog, Zwei. As the two humans and their dog rested looking at the sky, they saw a shooting star streak across it towards the distant lights of Vale.
"Make a wish sweetie!"
"Dad, I'm 17! I stopped making wishes years ago."
"Well if you won't, I will!"
The dog, however, was unnaturally quiet as it watched the streak vanish into the evening. Little did they know how much their world was about to change.
"What did you wish for anyway?"
"Not telling!"
It was a peaceful night for a robbery. Quiet, with people minding their own business and staying out of Romans way – just like he enjoyed most. Ahead of him was a humble little shop, 'From Dust till Dawn', catchy name. Better yet, it was still open, and had exactly what Roman needed. Heading into the deserted shop, Roman chuckled, threatened the shop owner into submission, and went about stealing his dust. There were no adorable little girls with terrifying weapons to stop the thief this night.
'What a strange thought to have… Must've been something I ate.'
The Dust collected, Roman headed out the store and made his merry way along the street, content in a job well done. The night was still peaceful. No chases, no battles, no duels between Dust-Mages, just a quiet robbery in a quiet town. Ah, bliss. And Juniors men weren't all that bad either, they did their job and little else – exactly what he'd paid for. Roman lit himself a new cigar and started taking in a nice long dra-
[BEWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAUAUUUUUUUUU!]
Roman quite literally choked on his own cigar as the ungodly sound ripped across the city, shattering windows, vibrating stone and metal, and even knocking aircraft around in the sky. Following the sound was a long streak of smoke, and directly behind the sound source was a streak of fire stretching away.
"What, gack, what in the devil was that?!"
Ozpin, Glynda, Peter, and Bartholomew staggered back to their feet and surveyed the destruction. All the great windows of the office on top of Beacon Tower was broken by the soundwave that had followed the strange falling object. Peter shouted something, but nobody could hear it due to the ringing in their ears from the event. After a bit of time to recover, Glynda spoke up.
"So… assuming you can hear me now, any ideas on what that was?"
"Shooting star, obviously."
"Peter is correct, that was probably a meteor strike of some sort. Unexpected, but not unprecedented. I do believe the last one exploded in the air a few miles away from Windpath, actually."
"Way to suck the fun out of a shooting star, Barty."
Glynda could only shake her head at their antics, before turning towards their boss.
"You used your semblance to see what it was, right?"
"Yes…"
"So… what was it then?"
"I… I'm not actually sure, Peter…"
"Ozpin?"
"It looked like a space ship. A large crescent shaped ship with fire spitting out of the left side."
The room went silent, eyes growing wide as they all contemplated the situation. That took more time than it should have, but then, anyone would be in shock at the knowledge that an alien craft had just fallen from the sky.
"Ozpin, what do we do now?"
"I'll call Qrow, see if I can get him to locate the landing… eh, crash site."
Deep in the mountains edging the vast kingdom of Vale, creatures made of darkness and hate were startled from their daily lives destroying and ruining everything around them by the arrival of a streak of fire splitting the sky asunder. Blue-red in color, the fire did things no fire should be able to do – dodging mountains, curving up to crest above them, and then managing to crash into the ground with a great rumble. The creatures of darkness were stunned. Never had they seen fire behave in such a manner, but their eyes could not lie to them. The creatures started to gather, drawn towards the crash site…
Yep. Aliens on Remnant. This isn't a story I expect to take overly seriously, hence the insultingly short chapters - this one is around 775 words, rather than my normal story chapters of over 2k at the least. That said, this isn't necessarily humor (though it will have humor in it). Instead, this is just a bunch of shorter chapters with less detail. Maybe in the future I'll do a redux of this, but for now it's just a way for me to get my creative juices flowing and as such will probably be really, really poorly written. I don't even have a plot, to be honest. So uh. Have fun xD
I'll be updating this whenever I spawn a new chapter from the dark recesses of my mind. Forgive me for making you suffer through it.
~Mecharic