Prologue: New Arrival
Light's blared and flashed rapidly and loudly. Screaming warnings that the engines were failing; the thrusters had completely shut off, and the chances of landing safely were dwindling faster and faster. All of the button mashing, lever pulling and feral screams did nothing to stop the possible, deadly crash.
The sight of a purple light flashing on allowed a small amount of hope. There was a chance of a safe landing now. But it was going to hurt.
Wasting no time and slamming the button with every strength that could be mustered. The oblong shape ship stopped its wails... and dropped.
There wasn't enough time to think, to even properly allow fear to wrap around the heart.
As quick as it started, it came to a crashing, painful, end into the crust of the planet.
Dust and grass kicked into the air, creating a brown cloud around the ship. Coupled with the smoke rising from the ship, it looked like something you would only see in your dreams.
A red streak came to a halt in front of the black metallic ship before it could be muddied by the planets dirt.
"What do you see Barry?" a cold monotone voice asked in the red streaks ear.
"It, uh, it looks like some kind of ship?" Barry said, slowly circling the object that crashed just outside of Central City.
"What do you mean 'some kind'? Do you mean it looks..." the feminine voice in Barry's ear trailed off.
She sounded like she couldn't say the word out loud or it would make everything that was happening a little too real.
"Alien! Does it look alien?" an energetic male voice asked.
Barry rolled his eyes at his friend, who sounded a little too excited at the idea of aliens crash landing to Earth.
Gingerly, Barry placed a hand on the oblong, and with that slight touch, purple lines glowed around the ship. A creaking noise started turning on the inside.
Jumping back, Barry watched the ship intensely, readying himself for anything that may come out.
"Uh, guys, I think I did something?" Barry said, his nerves starting to run on high.
"You think?" the monotone voice from before asked annoyed.
"Well, I mean, I just touched it and the ship sort of lit up" Barry explained rushed, his eyes never leaving the glowing, creaking, ship.
The creaking came to a halt and was replaced by a hissing noise of pressure being released. The top part of the ship popped up and slowly slid back, revealing blinking lights and faint alarms on the inside.
"Guy's, the ship just opened," Barry said, slowly walking up to the opening.
"Barry, whatever you do, stay away from that ship, we have no idea what's inside" the monotone voice warned.
"Too late," Barry could hear the man roll his eyes, "Uh, guys. There's a woman in here."
Inside of the soft cushioning of the ship, laid a pale woman. Her hair was a striking royal blue that matched her blue lips. She wore a fabricated suit that was black with purple plating around the muscles of her body. Her skin was covered in sweat and her chest was heaving with her labored breathing.
"Barry?" the woman from before asked worriedly.
"You ok buddy?" the ecstatic voice asked, just as concerned.
The woman's eyes shot open, her light blue eyes wide in panic. She looked around at everything but Barry, her breathing coming in and out faster than before.
"Hey, hey, hey" Barry's voice grabbed her attention, "You're ok, you were in a crash-"
"Eret ma E?" the woman spoke in a tongue that Barry wasn't even sure how to process.
All he could do was stutter and stumble over his words. How was Barry going to console a woman who didn't speak the English language? Scratch that, who couldn't speak a human language!
An alarm blared above the woman's head, flashing a red light. Red flashing lights are never good.
Before Barry could do anything, the woman pulled a carved knife out of a hidden pocket on her thigh and slammed it into the light. The flashing stopped, but when the blaring didn't, the woman twisted the knife, digging it in deeper, successfully shutting off the noise.
Yanking the knife out, the aline flipped it a few times in a way you can only achieve with years of practice.
Barry jumped away from the woman, readying himself in case she decided to turn that knife on him.
She looked at him with wide eyes, slowly pushing herself to stand up. Stumbling out of the ship, the woman stabbed herself from falling over and started taking in the wooded area her ship had landed in.
Gripping her knife tighter, she put her gaze back on Barry. Her eyes analyzing him this time, and he couldn't tell if she was going to strike.
With the way she was holding that knife, it looked like a high possibility.
"Ilf," the woman said before collapsing onto the dirt floor.