M THEORY
By eXtreme Shipper
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MONTANA, UNITED STATES
BLACKSTONE MILITARY BASE
4TH APRIL, 2001
1:03 AM WEDNESDAY
THE MILITARY COMPOUND STOOD dark and silent in the early morning chill. A ten kilometer long security fence surrounded the facility, sporting large 'Off Limits to Civilian Personnel' signs posted along it at ten meter intervals. The fence hummed with electricity to further deter possible interlopers. Beyond the fence, there was no indication of life. The large Ponderosa pine trees that sprouted beyond the western personnel barracks swayed slightly in the cool gusts, shedding leaves to dance across the grassy ground. The rising wail of the klaxon alarms brought an abrupt end to the peace. Their warning tones rang out across the military compound. Overhead lights automatically came on throughout the western personnel barracks, illuminating the four dozen men as they hurried to respond to the situation. Bright ovals of light from the search lights outside cast themselves across the main courtyard, trying to locate the source of the intrusion. In his quarters, Lieutenant Colonel Thontan snapped awake at the sound of the first alarm. Forgetting all about sleep, the battle worn officer swung out of bed and reached for the phone. He pressed the watch-tower line and got to his feet, taking the cordless receiver with him.
"Report." He barked. He could already hear the rhythmic footfalls of his men on the courtyard below, rushing out on order, armed and ready to deal with anything. A crackling of static drowned out the watch tower officer's first words, and then he heard the humming.
".just outside, sir! It's just hovering over the main courtyard, sir! My god." The officer cried, while the unintelligible mumblings of his second in command in the background were clearly audible. Thontan stood up straight, a heavy frown crossing his aged face.
"Get a hold of yourself, man! Remember who you are, you're a Blackstone Marine. You knew when you were assigned here what you would one day see." When nothing else came from the receiver Lieutenant Colonel Thontan grunted in annoyance and stomped his way to the window. Drawing back the heavy blinds, Thontan looked out onto his own view of the courtyard. There it was. Just as the officer had said, just 'hanging' in the air, two stories off of the ground and level with his window. A jet black craft, some thirty feet long and fifteen feet wide. It was darker than the night around it. It was so silent Thontan could hear the rustling of the trees in the wind between the wails of the klaxons. Thontan stepped back sharply, and the craft moved. It darted sharply to the left, shattering through the roof of the western personnel barracks, and disappeared just beyond it. Straight towards the ground. The tremor of the impact shook every building in the compound. Thontan breathed in and out deeply, raising the receiver to his ear.
"This is Lieutenant Colonel Thontan, we have a Code 11 on the ground. All recon units dispatch immediately to the western barracks." The first recon unit marched across the courtyard, comprised of twelve armed men dressed in bio hazard suits accompanied by a similarly dressed yet unarmed base scientist. They rounded the corner of the western barracks building and stopped in their tracks. Bits of the barracks' roof were strewn across the ground, some lying on the rim of the thirty foot wide impact crater that had just been punched into the ground. Some seventeen Ponderosa pines lay flattened on the ground, the first row now crushed within the crater, the outer rows flattened by some other means. The base scientist gingerly extended a Geiger counter towards the rim of the crater, being sufficiently covered by his armed companions. Upon sighting the movement in the crated he halted.
"Something's alive down there." He voiced, and was immediately flanked by the armed men, giving him cover. He remained back while the armed men slowly began to inch closer. The scientist, McKenzie his tag read, moved back further as the first inhuman scream exploded from the crater. He slipped and fell to the ground as more men rushed by, training their guns on the figure in the crater. The figure that held its head in its hands, and screamed.
- - - C R A S H - - -
MONTANA, UNITED STATES
BLACKSTONE MILITARY BASE
4TH APRIL, 2001
1:03 AM WEDNESDAY
THE MILITARY COMPOUND STOOD dark and silent in the early morning chill. A ten kilometer long security fence surrounded the facility, sporting large 'Off Limits to Civilian Personnel' signs posted along it at ten meter intervals. The fence hummed with electricity to further deter possible interlopers. Beyond the fence, there was no indication of life. The large Ponderosa pine trees that sprouted beyond the western personnel barracks swayed slightly in the cool gusts, shedding leaves to dance across the grassy ground. The rising wail of the klaxon alarms brought an abrupt end to the peace. Their warning tones rang out across the military compound. Overhead lights automatically came on throughout the western personnel barracks, illuminating the four dozen men as they hurried to respond to the situation. Bright ovals of light from the search lights outside cast themselves across the main courtyard, trying to locate the source of the intrusion. In his quarters, Lieutenant Colonel Thontan snapped awake at the sound of the first alarm. Forgetting all about sleep, the battle worn officer swung out of bed and reached for the phone. He pressed the watch-tower line and got to his feet, taking the cordless receiver with him.
"Report." He barked. He could already hear the rhythmic footfalls of his men on the courtyard below, rushing out on order, armed and ready to deal with anything. A crackling of static drowned out the watch tower officer's first words, and then he heard the humming.
".just outside, sir! It's just hovering over the main courtyard, sir! My god." The officer cried, while the unintelligible mumblings of his second in command in the background were clearly audible. Thontan stood up straight, a heavy frown crossing his aged face.
"Get a hold of yourself, man! Remember who you are, you're a Blackstone Marine. You knew when you were assigned here what you would one day see." When nothing else came from the receiver Lieutenant Colonel Thontan grunted in annoyance and stomped his way to the window. Drawing back the heavy blinds, Thontan looked out onto his own view of the courtyard. There it was. Just as the officer had said, just 'hanging' in the air, two stories off of the ground and level with his window. A jet black craft, some thirty feet long and fifteen feet wide. It was darker than the night around it. It was so silent Thontan could hear the rustling of the trees in the wind between the wails of the klaxons. Thontan stepped back sharply, and the craft moved. It darted sharply to the left, shattering through the roof of the western personnel barracks, and disappeared just beyond it. Straight towards the ground. The tremor of the impact shook every building in the compound. Thontan breathed in and out deeply, raising the receiver to his ear.
"This is Lieutenant Colonel Thontan, we have a Code 11 on the ground. All recon units dispatch immediately to the western barracks." The first recon unit marched across the courtyard, comprised of twelve armed men dressed in bio hazard suits accompanied by a similarly dressed yet unarmed base scientist. They rounded the corner of the western barracks building and stopped in their tracks. Bits of the barracks' roof were strewn across the ground, some lying on the rim of the thirty foot wide impact crater that had just been punched into the ground. Some seventeen Ponderosa pines lay flattened on the ground, the first row now crushed within the crater, the outer rows flattened by some other means. The base scientist gingerly extended a Geiger counter towards the rim of the crater, being sufficiently covered by his armed companions. Upon sighting the movement in the crated he halted.
"Something's alive down there." He voiced, and was immediately flanked by the armed men, giving him cover. He remained back while the armed men slowly began to inch closer. The scientist, McKenzie his tag read, moved back further as the first inhuman scream exploded from the crater. He slipped and fell to the ground as more men rushed by, training their guns on the figure in the crater. The figure that held its head in its hands, and screamed.