Prologue: No need for a shaken earth.

July 2nd 2002AD

Written by Darkranger12 and Shanejayell

The former supervision army gunship re-entered the Earth's atmosphere. Its crew held on with dear life as it cut across Europe, the Atlantic then the south pacific before slamming into South Atria Island with explosive force. The residents of Banjo Island took cover when it happened. Minutes after that they could see a huge column of smoke rising from that island. Miron Pham, the blonde haired special observer from the UN, frowned at the column as strange form of electricity coursed through the smoke, picked up her satellite phone and called the crash in.

Washu meanwhile blinked as she looked at a reading on her panel in her lab. She tapped a few keys on her holo keyboard then gasped. "It can't be..."

Around 6AM the phone rang at the Masaki household. Ayeka trotted over to the phone and answered it. "Masaki residence? Why yes Yosho is here. I'll get him."

Ayeka went into the family room, whispered to Yosho who was looking at the paper, and stepped back when Yosho trudged over to the phone.

"What's up?" Tenchi asked

"It's probably related to why the Great Tree reacted..." Ayeka mused

"Oh, hey. Been awhile." Yosho spoke.

Everytone was horrified at Yosho's casual tone, but the other man didn't mind.

"Something...large crashed into an island in the south pacific, old friend." The emperor reported

"A alien ship?" Yosho noted.

"We think so..." The Emperor noted. "I think OUR people, both yours and mine, might need to have a talk, old friend."

"Very well." Yosho replied. "Just me for the initial meeting?"

"Yes. Perhaps bring your scientist friend. She...might shed some light on the situation." The heavenly sovereign noted.

"Agreed. Today?" Yosho asked

"Please!" he replied. "I'll send a helicopter shortly."

"I'll be there then." Yosho replied, put the phone down in the cradle and walked over to Washu's door. He knocked on it and the door opened with a clingcling of the crab bells that were affixed to the door.

Washu emerged with a wry smile. "Something big just happened."

"Indeed. The heavenly sovereign wants to see just the two of us." Yosho replied.

"Grandpa?" Tenchi blinked.

"Keep everyone here for now." Yosho advised. "Including the Yamada's who just moved in on the othe side of the lake."

"Right." Tenchi nodded.

Later.

Both Yosho and Washu looked over the aerial images of the wreckage in what remains of South Atria Island. It left a large crater in its wake when it crash landed into the small island. Sitting on the other side of the table was the heavenly sovereign and a blonde haired scientist.

"This is the ship?" Yosho asked.

"Yes." Gina Bartlow nodded. "It's the largest object we've ever seen fall from the sky yet. its about 1200 meters long."

Washu noted, "The fact it landed mostly intact is concerning. Either they had force fields, or the hull was tough as hell."

"Witnesses have stated seeing electrical arcs coursing through the smoke column after the impact." Gina Bartlow noted

"Have the survivors attempted communication?" Washu asked

"They have..." Gina nodded. "...unfortunately its a language we can't understand."

"Do you have a recording?" Washu asked

"Yes." Gina nodded and played the recording. Washu blinked recognizing the dialect and nodded thoughtfully. She frowned then looked at the Emperor.

"There's wounded...they need assistance," Washu frowned. "Sounds...Belkan. Its an old language so I'm surprised they're using it."

The Emperor nodded. "I see. I'll inform our allies."

"We might need you there as a translator." Gina smiled contritely at Washu.

"Whaaat?" Washu made a face.

"Please, Washu-san," the Emperor added respectfully.

"Well. I was going to look anyway, so..." Washu sighed

"Thank you." Heavenly Sovereign smiled. "We have some people nearby who can help too."

"Mrs Pham from Banjo Island I take it?" Washu grinned.

"Yes."

Later that same day.

"Father." Yosho said seriously as he sat in his room. Washu and Ayeka were also present. "Something...omnious has happened."

"What is it? You seem troubled." Azusa frowned as his mothers peeked into frame.

"A large spacecraft crashed into an island earlier today." Yosho said. "...and it doesn't look like anything you or I've seen in a long time."

"Do you have an image, Yosho?" Azusa asked.

"Yes." Yosho nodded and held up a slightly grainy image of the crashed ship. "Can you see this."

When Azusa saw the shape he scowled. "That...is very concerning."

"Indeed." Funaho nodded.

"Father?" Yosho blinked.

"Have any more arrived?"

"No." Yosho shook his head then answered. "There are survivors though. They're speaking an old old language."

"Its ancient Belkan or a variant of it, Emperor," Washu noted then frowned. "They asked for help because they had wounded aboard the ship."

"I see," Azusa hummed.

"They could have been chased here because of those giants, Azusa," Funaho noted.

"...and even they are hard to deal with even with our technology." Azusa nodded.

"You mean..." Yosho blinked.

"Yes. They may have ran into the Zentradi." Azusa replied then sighed. "The galactic federation have been trying to keep them at bay for centuries. Fortunately for some we've been able to keep them contained to your quadrant of the galaxy."

"Swell." Yosho sighed. "Father, its my duty to tell you that my old friend has requested formal talks between earth and the other galactic nations."

"I'm not sure Seniwa would care." Azusa said frankly.

""Lady Francoiux of the Gallian Alliance might though..."." Funaho noted. "GP too if there is an increase of piracy in this area even after contact between earth and the zentradi."

"Hm. Maybe." Azusa nodded.

"Hmm." Misaki tapped her chin.

"Misaki?" Funaho blinked.

"Maybe...the family should come home before Zentradi do come calling." Misaki suggested.

"I'm not leaving this planet. I'm sure our earthling friends might find a way to combat them." Yosho frowned.

"You're being stubborn, Yosho," Funaho frowned.

"Indeed." Yosho nodded. "Well? What do you say."

Azusa scowled as he thought for a while then glanced at Yosho when he gave his son his answer.

"Very well. We'll support this planet." Azusa noted.

"Thank you father," Yosho sighed.

To be continued...