A short idea by TheBrainOfJayum.
What if the Presidents first contact worked?
A reporter stood in front of the camera, the military and many different vehicles rushing around behind him.
"It was first spotted last night by a couple in romantic embrace. No one knows what it is or where it came from. All branches of the military were immediately mobilized. What's that, Henshaw? Okay, I have just received word that the President of the United States has arrived and will attempt to make first contact!"
"I must approach it alone," said President Hathaway, "This is all about peaceful communication."
Some choppers were arming their turrets behind him.
"Yes, sir, Mr President." Said a guard.
Before the President was a long staircase that went up high into the sky, stopping in front of the extra-terrestrial's blue dial that resembled an eye, it looked around before focusing on him.
The President, with confidence, began to ascend the stairs.
The troops below were watching him as he walked up the staircase with their guns focused on the giant metal object at the same time.
Choppers circled around, monitoring the Presidents movements, "Perimeter stable. We got a beat on Poppa Bear. All clear."
The President was beginning to tire on the last few steps; fortunately one of his staff (who appeared out of nowhere) gave him some water to keep him going.
Eventually he reached the top where a special stand with a keyboard awaited him, positioned right in front of the 'eye'.
He cracked his knuckles and began his first contact with the alien, tapping a few keys on his Yamaha and getting a feeble tune out.
The probe was now focusing on him hard; the President gave him the Vulcan sign and gulped. The pressure was getting to him as he started to sweat.
"Perhaps if I played something more to my liking," he thought.
He turned up the volume, set the pitch to high and set it on Funk Synth. He was ready now.
The world watched as the President of the United States began playing Axel F to the alien spacecraft.
The probe looked at the president as the funky music played out; the troops were all looking hesitant on the other hand.
"What the fudge is he doin?" thought the Commander.
Then suddenly the probe began to vibrate and its eye started flickering different colours like a disco ball. It appeared to be 'dancing' to the music.
This encouraged the President to continue; he set the beat to funk and started to rock out.
The probe was now moving its head left and tight like R2-D2. Then an electronic voice came out from the probe.
ELECTRONIC SOUNDWAVES DETECTED. MISSION OBJECTS HAVE BEEN ALTERED. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE HAS BEEN CANCELLED. NEW DIRECTIVE: RETURN TO BASE.
The crater the probe sat in began to crumble and glow yellow, the President could see that the probe was taking off. Hurriedly, he sprinted back down the stairs as the rising probe began shaking it down. He jumped into his group of body guards who caught him as the probes jets burnt the stairs to ashes.
The probe rose high into the sky and disappeared, leaving behind just a large crater and a puzzled military.
"What the heck was that all about?" asked the Commander, "It came, it had a personal music concert, it left?"
"Commander," said the triumphant President, "Inform the nations of the world that the President of the United States has once again saved the world from alien invasion,"
"Yes, sir,"
"Oh, and someone get that Axel F guy a medal for his services!"
