Chapter 1: The Great Witwicky Crew

Author here! Yes, this is me after a week of no access with my computer. I had been taken by my aunt to the country side… Which I really hate because of the fact that I still have many grades to encode and also, my study periods have started again with plain 'ol boring subjects.

For compensation of not being able to update the past week, I have THIS.

Yep. Another plotting cat had my yarns all tangled up around its claws. It was in a spur moment when I was bored! As to say... this is like my other story entitled 'Amnesia'.

Read and review. Follow if you really want me to continue this. :)

Sam: I think you should skip all these nonsense and get on with the story.

Dreamer: What? *raises eyebrow with a glare* I only wanted to let them know of the current shift in-

Sam: They WANTED you. To UPDATE. You're OTHER STORIES... Not give them more to follow.

Dreamer: Well... this beats the boredom of me not updating. They could wait a month... until then… I'll be gone with my STUDIES! While YOU are stuck in college!

Sam: *Rolls eyes* Brat…

Dreamer: *glares* Nerd, I heard that…

Chapter 1: The Great Witwicky Crew

Since the time Archibald Witwicky had trekked to the Arctic to achieve his goal of being the first ever captain of a crew to circle one of the coldest regions on the globe, he had found something of great importance. This something is what any living human would deem him to be the greatest explorer ever to have discovered what his eyes had fallen upon.

The dogs had been frantically digging out a spot on the ice the time. He didn't even know why, but he was compelled to see what they were frantically trying to dig out. What a big mistake he made when he had approached them…

The ice beneath him -and the dogs- caved in as they slipped down a slope that took them down to a large cavern made out of ice… and along with it, the slide took him to this; this carcass of an alien… Well, that is what he had deemed it to be…

The thing appeared to be much like of a human with its limbs and head despite being made out of metal… It had spikes all over its metallic frame with its face showing anger and danger though its eyes that stared at him shone no more.

The great captain was terrified… That, given for someone to see such a horrifying sight was an understatement… but then again, he was an explorer for a reason so he should be as brave as once he had felt before the trip.

He fixed his glasses on his nose and stared at the metal being after checking out his companions –the dogs- for injuries. The captain was no scientist so he didn't get to see much and get too much info on the being as questions formed and swirled around his head.

The train of thoughts broke when he heard his men call out in worry for him though. He doesn't need to be told that what had happened had caused his crew to panic. With a turn, he was determined to call out to them but the iced platform he was on had other plans. The force he gave the turn must have been too much so when he did, he had immediately slipped and bumped into something.

It was a blur of actions for a couple of minutes as he heard a beeping sound accompanied by pain that shot throughout his body like lightning, electrocuting him wholly. It burned his skin as his glasses flew in the air away from him to crack on the impact... or was it before the impact.

As he fell on the platform, he knew that the current had rendered him paralyzed as his body shook uncontrollably. There were images flying in his head that began to cloud his sight making him turn heavily blind while the searing cold touching his burned flesh added to the pain he was suffering in; it made him feel as if he had burning embers thrown onto his skin. The feeling couldn't parry any of his experiences.

The old man knew that his crew was still calling out for him with desperation. He could hear them; their voices dripping with dread as they try and rescue him with their pick axes and ropes. But all too soon, they faded and were replaced with different sounds… They were metallic, rough and….kind of ancient… there were some chirps and swirls… He knew that this was bad as it grew louder, ringing in his head and giving him a headache worse as a hangover from beer.

For what felt like an eternity, he felt so lost; so in despair and restless as the images flashed and made him see a foreboding sight accompanied be the sounds. It had never occurred to him that they could be so inferior compared to other species.

Chills ran through his body… and the next thing he knew, he was in his cabin on the ship with his self splayed out on his hammock, still very disoriented and fearful of the metal things. But there was one thing left in his mind that clouded that fear and that is the fact that he knew that he could do something to prevent whatever is going to happen in the future.

He needed to sort out the images first before he takes a step, like the great captain he is who plans his actions first before taking on the losses.

The crew knew that throughout their movement in order to rescue their captain/friend/father, something bad had happened…

Maybe it was because of this cursed storm or maybe the fact that their ship was stuck in the ice… or maybe they were just unlucky to take this route and not the other… But heck, it was not their captain's fault that the man was so lost and in a trance with what they saw in there.

The metal man had disturbed them all in its own way but they needed to get out of there and start patching the burns and bruises up on their captain. They took their worries aside and started to work their way out of the ice as fast as possible.

Archibald is out of commission for now so his first man took the position as acting captain in the transition. They would visit the Witwicky every now and then but the man remained in the same state that they had seen him in the cavern. His eyes were unfocused and his face remained blank… That made them worry even more so as he began drawing and carving things out on the wood.

It was on the third day that the old man emerged from his cabin looking slightly disturbed and shaky but still, he was his old self at least, making them sigh in relief. Archibald stared at them as they monitored his every movement like they were waiting that something drastic would happen if they take their eyes off.

None of them bothered to open the topic of what in the hell was that thing and what had happened to him in there when the old man stepped down the stairs and onto the deck. Whatever had happened was for another day. They first needed to get out of the thick ice and get home first to let their captain see a medic. Their determination was unyielding for they would be sad to see Archibald weak and glum.

Two days of being stuck in that area with a disgruntled captain had made them all terrified of the situation they were in, but seeing the man out and about, relieved them of one of their larger burdens.

With the old man's condition in mind, they asked if they were to turn back but he had declined the thought immediately, all the more determined to finish whatever they had started. They were already in transit to finish their mission on rounding the arctic and surely, if they are given more grace by the weather... They would finish this trip in just mere weeks, no more than a month. With determination he said, "No sacrifice, no victory."

A week later with the man still out of himself whenever they get to see him alone, they had been called to meet on the deck. Those who were still not there were asked to leave their duty for the time being for their captain has something to announce to all of them.

They all stood there at the lower deck, staring up to the old man who had that look again on his face. Whatever he wants to say was something serious, they all knew it would be.

"I fear, my lads that this trip has gotten even more difficult than we had expected." Archibald's words froze them as they slowly try to process what was the meaning of that statement. They knew it was nearly impossible to circle the Arctic but they were there and almost at the finish line… with all the hardships they had gone through, what more difficulties would they face?

"What is there to fear, Captain? If Gods grace shine upon us, we would finish this trip without a month more. We would be able to go home in just weeks-worth of travel." His navigator said out loud but Archibald shook his head.

"No lad, it is not about our travel to the finish line. What I had been submerged into is far more striking to the heart, spiking dread in me more as you all had given me silence." The old man looked grave and his voice sent them riling in thought. Some had concluded that it was about the metal man that they had left in the back of their heads for the past days but the others still had to ask what it was as they puzzled on the grim faces emerging.

"What is it, sir?" The cabin boy who was youngest among them asked curtly. He was one of the few who had no idea what had happened below the icy layers of the pit after being told not to go and just prepare their captain's room with some others.

This boy had traded his life on land and had exchanged it for this trip. The excitement and thrill in the journey was enough reward for him as he insisted on going. The boy had sworn that he wanted this even after the harsh treatment he had been given by them at first; knowing that those hard times were only tests to ensure his loyalty, determination and truthfulness to his words.

As soon as he got accepted, the crew had treated him like their son. He didn't complain with being treated like a brat as his relationship grew with the help of the great captain.

"You know that whatever it is, we are with you until the end, Archie. That is why we are here in this frozen wasteland with you as our captain." A gruff voice of a burly brown-skinned man who is as old as the captain, said from the back. He was the first man on this ship and is the captain's best friend.

"Yeah, Arch. We are all with you through the end. You said that it will be hard... So what? We are here already. There's no point in turning back now, is there?" A fairly skinny man with blonde facial hair and was a little younger than the first, had smirked at him as he received different words of agreement around their crew. Even their trustee dogs had agreed with a bark.

Archibald Witwicky for them was the only man that they would give their life to. The man was clearly a great, wisdom-filled leader. He had been all but hateful for them and he always knew what he was doing. They knew that his line would prosper in the future... And in that future, they wish that they would also be intertwined with it.

The captain sensing their secret devotion towards him, smiled at them gratefully. He really was lucky to have found a crew like this. He couldn't help but thank God for all what he had been given... But it seems that it was time for him to repay Him with this new mission he had come to acknowledge.

The captain cleared his throat to get their attention as he raised his left hand to silence them. They attentively gave their ears and had done what they were asked. They started to listen to whatever he was about to say.

"I fear that our future will be in grave danger, lads. Humanity is in danger... What we saw in that chamber of ice is just a glimpse of what they are, but not what they could do... To tell you all the truth, you are all not wrong to think that they are stronger than us; that they are much more superior to us…" The old man sighed like he has the world on his shoulder… which is slightly true.

They were currently the only ones who had seen that thing in there and if ever they were to tell others about it when they get back; they would likely be deemed as fools or lunatics until they can give something to prove what they had found.

"Do you know, Archie, why that thing is here… and are there others coming?" The navigator had his suspicions that their captain knew something. Being his best friend has its advantages after all…

"Matt, all I can say for now is that that one had crashed here in search for something of power that our planet had been given." He stopped letting them comprehend what he had said. Something in his mind was also processing.

"Why just don't we find it and give it to them to just stop them from coming here and endangering us?" A burly haired man asked that was sitting on the railing, not afraid of falling in the icy depths of the sea they were still sailing in.

"…Or as a matter of fact… Why us? Why not let the officials do something about it?" The Hench man, Drake asked. "Not that I'm complaining, sir, but aren't there greater people other than us in the vast population of our planet?" He defended. Archibald only smiled that made the man ease again.

"I too, don't know the answer to that but I have a plan… Will you all help me?" The crew smirked or smiled widely at his request. How humble can their captain get?

"Of course, you old hoot… Of course…" Matt teased as he went up and placed an arm over Archibald's shoulder.

"We're in on it!" John, the cabin boy said with enthusiasm.

The others followed and they started planning.

The once normal explorer was now holding great knowledge that would likely help them in the future. With that, he also holds great power. None of the crew complained of the task they are given for it was all for humanity to survive. They also have their captain to lead them along the way. What would they need more? For the time being... Nothing…

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Revision Status: Complete

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I thank you, Retro for improving this chapter. :D

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