Author's Note: This is a story based off of the movie Eagle Eye as you can guess from the title. That has to be the best movie I have ever seen. It is pretty BAD-ASS! Now if I totally messed up on this chapter please review and give me advice. As for the human relations, they'll be explained in a sequal I hope to do for this story. I know, I plan ahead, so what! You got a problem with that? Didn't think so, now read!

5 MILES OUTSIDE THE AIRFORCE BASE ON PLANET VELDIN

JULY 4, 2010

"Sir, we have unidentified vehicles moving through the terrain" said Whipflash 1. "Are they armed?" the Airforce leader said over the mike.

"No sir they're just Jeeps, no armor on them whatsoever." He looked down at the red sand road. Five Jeeps were in a straight line, stirring up dust as they rolled along. They were moving quite slowly, not really in much of a hurry.

"Can you fly low enough to see the head driver?"

"No sir, if I get any lower he'll hear me coming". He knew his ship would make too much noise, especially when he neared the ground. The type of ship he had was made to withstand bullets and many other weaponry when in battle, and the engine was made for speed. It wasn't built for stealth. But he wasn't worried about who was driving the vehicles, he noticed that they were heading straight for the city of Grontopolis.

"Sir, they're headed for Grontopolis".

"Do you have any radio contact?" The chief's voice now sounded stern and a bit excited. "No sir, no contact of any sort". It wasn't even a full second before the chief responded back.

"Then you are clear to enga. . ." There was a commotion in the background of the speaker.

AIRFORCE BASE

"Tom, what do you think your doing!" The head of Veldin's Secret Service agency, Howard Furey, came in just before the chief of the Airforce base gave the command to attack. Howard was a sixty-five year old man who was very well built. He had grayish fur with blood red stripes. At first sight many people think his entire body had been slit. His muscles were once the attraction at beaches, but they were now cover-ups for the weak arms that lay beneath. But the most noticeable features were his eyes. They were a faded blue, but they sparkled with knowledge. The chief however, was the complete opposite of Howard. He was twenty-seven and had very short fur. But despite the permanent seedlings, his fur shone brightly in the sun like polished gold. Tom knew that Howard was very envious of his looks.

"Saving a soon-to-be-bombed city, that's what!" Everyone operating the computers stopped (which you could get a real good ass whooping for) and looked at the chief and Secret Service agent with utter surprise. The chief never lost his temper, not even with an agent who disagreed with all of his decisions!

"Do you even know who's driving the vehicles?" Under his fur he looked like a ripened apple, but his eyes showed fear.

"We don't need to. Whipflash 1 got no contact and the cars are headed straight for the city of Grontopolis, the biggest city in all of Veldin!" The computer operators, sensing a mental explosion any minute, went back to identifying the vehicles. "I've sworn oath to protect this planet at all costs and you are not going to butt in here and start giving me orders!"

"At least get a face scan to identify the leader of the group". And right on cue, the drivers and passengers all got out of the cars, but the passengers in the car at the end brought out a large rectangular box big enough to hold a man in. The chief, not even noticing the box, went back to the speaker. He cleared his throat before speaking, trying to get rid of the anger.

"Whipflash 1 get a face scan of the person at the front of the group".

Whipflash 1 pressed a green triangle button on the dashboard. He aimed the invisible beam at the figure in front.

The Airforce base got the signal immediately. When the scan was complete, everyone gasped at what appeared to be a human face on the screen. It had the same facial features as a human, but the ears were slightly more pointed than average human ears.

"That can't be", the chief now more dazed than angry. A bar then came under the face that told the percentage of what species it is. The bar slowly moved to the right and stopped one third away from the end. 71% human! Even that was amazing!

"Does that put a stop to your plan?" Howard had a smug smile on his face as he usually did when he proved the chief wrong. As for the chief, he was staring at the face so hard, you'd think it would catch fire at any moment. When he finally spoke, it was too quiet for anyone to hear except the agent.

"Alright, Howard, I won't send the attack". Howard started walking towards the exit, feeling that his job was done. "Unless, the president says otherwise."

Now Howard was frightened. He knew the president more than anyone. He was not the kind of person that thought things over. He caused multiple terrorist bombings due to his confidence that their satellites would find any kind of nuclear weapon, but not once did they work. From then on, he always destroyed any person that was involved in an attack. Tom had noticed this and used him as an excuse if someone disagreed with his decisions on fighting. Howard knew that the president wouldn't hesitate to attack.

"Give me the phone".

The chief now had the smug smile as he dialed a number and handed it to the shaking agent.

"Mr. President" He tried to compose his voice, but there was a noticeable note of fear. Without even a hello the president spoke in his stubborn tone.

"If this involves another attack you know the drill; rain a living hell on them!"

"Sir, the species, the scanner has identified ten humans going to the outskirts of Grontopolis".

"Impossible. Humans are light years away from us, possibly in another galaxy!"

"We thought the same thing, until the species was concurred to be 71% human. I don't think we should attack". Reasoning with the president was hopeless. He knew what was coming next. Denial.

"Human or not, we cannot risk another terrorist attack, or are you going against your job?"

"No sir, not at all".

"Then bombs away".

He hung up the phone. The computer operators once again turned, waiting for a reply. They noticed the agents face was chalk white. Even his fur had lost some color.

"Well then, Whipflash 1 you are clear to engage". Tom's command was made. There was no turning back now.

It was then that Howard noticed what the people were doing with the box. They were placing it in the ground just a few yards from the buildings on the outskirts of the city. Five other people had their heads down and their hands behind their back. Preying. It was a funeral! An innocent funeral that had nothing to do with harming the city. And little did they know that the fate of their dead one would soon be theirs as well. Howard Furey then whispered under his breath the secret oath.

"We are Lombaxes, not monsters".

Author's Note: Once again, if I totally sucked at writing this, please tell me. All are welcome to give me your thoughts. But if your comment doesn't involve writing, I will lure you into the same situation that Jerry Shaw and Rachel Holavan got in with OP. Eagle Eye. Beware of my powers to creep out!