( You have EXTREAMLY good taste, Lisa-Ann! )
The Encounter: What A Reporter Finds
"We have exclusive footage of the most hair raising event in human history!" Reporter Tina Jones said, in a dramatic voice. She was standing in front of a massive Andalite ship, gesturing toward it every few seconds, as if to be certain it was still there. "Just twenty minutes ago, this marvelous space craft crashed here in Central Park. What happened, you ask? You will have to wait until ten o'clock, when we will run a complete story. Meanwhile, we have a witness that saw the ship crash! Isn't that right, Mr. Harrison?" She said, herself, and the camera turning to face a 36 year old man.
"That's right Ms. Jones, I saw da whole darned crash. Fell right out of the sky, it did. Saw da whole thing!"
"What exactly did you see . . . Mr. Harrison?" She said trying to keep her cool, she was not informed that the man was, well, an idiot.
"I was just trying ta open me car door, ya know how stubborn the darned things can be now, don'cha'?"
"Yes, what happened?" She said, getting irritated. This was the biggest story of the century! If it was screwed up by some dumb guy off the street . . .
"Well, as I was sayin', I kinda look up, and there was this big ole' white thing. So I get all scared, thinkin' it's some asteroid that will kill ev'body. Well, as I kinda look at it I see it's a goin' to da park. So I run, and then when it seemed all safe, I came back, and I found you!"
Tina was annoyed. Who had told her this man was someone who could give her accurate information? She was going to kill whoever that rookie. This man was not right for the job, she needed some scientist type. Someone who the public would just take one look at and think, he looks very intelligent, or he looks like he knows what he's talking about.
This man had his shirt on inside out.
"I see, well as you all see here, this crash was probably an accident." She gestured toward the ship once again. "You see here," She said, pointing to the gaping shredder burns. "some unknown kind of laser, probably, hit the ship here, damaging it, and thus, it crashed." She smiled. And thus was one of her favorite phrases. "But the question remains, are there still live creatures in this ship? Are they all dead? Are the alive, but too badly injured or knocked unconscious, thus not being able to greet us?" She said in her best 'it's spooky, who knows' voice.
Impress the audience, make them believe you have the slightest clue about what you're saying, was her number one rule. And she followed it.
"Cut!" She yelled, turning her smile off like a light switch.
She began to walk toward the ship, the police had roped off the area, but they nodded as the reporter passed. There was another, unspoken rule that she and others followed. Never piss off a reporter. They will find about that time you were pulled over charged with a DUI, or the time you had a little too much to drink at your five year anniversary and imitated barn yard animals. And the next day it would be all over the evening news! No, she could do what she wanted, when she wanted.
Her hand slowly glided over the cool metal. Funny, she thought, it should be hot; anything else would be, going through the atmosphere like that. Was this something different? Some new kind of material? Her hand fingered a grove, and she frowned and her eyes widened as she saw the whole picture. There was no mistaking the shape, size, and the location seemed logical. It was a door.
And she watched, hand shaking, as the door slowly opened.
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Don't you just LOVE cliffies!
No?
Hmm, gotta work on that. This is short on purpose, I wanted to. . Oh, how do I describe it? I wanted to put each perspective in a different chapter. Kind of. Anyway, next will be what happened to the Explorer I forgot the numbers. Did I even say the numbers? Another Hmm. It will be about what happened to the Andalites.
And special thanks to my new beta reader ( Insert drum roll here. ) Rachel9466! It works; I'm ucyimd1's beta reader, and Rachel9466's mine. This author's note is too long, I need to learn how to shorten there things . . .
The Encounter: What A Reporter Finds
"We have exclusive footage of the most hair raising event in human history!" Reporter Tina Jones said, in a dramatic voice. She was standing in front of a massive Andalite ship, gesturing toward it every few seconds, as if to be certain it was still there. "Just twenty minutes ago, this marvelous space craft crashed here in Central Park. What happened, you ask? You will have to wait until ten o'clock, when we will run a complete story. Meanwhile, we have a witness that saw the ship crash! Isn't that right, Mr. Harrison?" She said, herself, and the camera turning to face a 36 year old man.
"That's right Ms. Jones, I saw da whole darned crash. Fell right out of the sky, it did. Saw da whole thing!"
"What exactly did you see . . . Mr. Harrison?" She said trying to keep her cool, she was not informed that the man was, well, an idiot.
"I was just trying ta open me car door, ya know how stubborn the darned things can be now, don'cha'?"
"Yes, what happened?" She said, getting irritated. This was the biggest story of the century! If it was screwed up by some dumb guy off the street . . .
"Well, as I was sayin', I kinda look up, and there was this big ole' white thing. So I get all scared, thinkin' it's some asteroid that will kill ev'body. Well, as I kinda look at it I see it's a goin' to da park. So I run, and then when it seemed all safe, I came back, and I found you!"
Tina was annoyed. Who had told her this man was someone who could give her accurate information? She was going to kill whoever that rookie. This man was not right for the job, she needed some scientist type. Someone who the public would just take one look at and think, he looks very intelligent, or he looks like he knows what he's talking about.
This man had his shirt on inside out.
"I see, well as you all see here, this crash was probably an accident." She gestured toward the ship once again. "You see here," She said, pointing to the gaping shredder burns. "some unknown kind of laser, probably, hit the ship here, damaging it, and thus, it crashed." She smiled. And thus was one of her favorite phrases. "But the question remains, are there still live creatures in this ship? Are they all dead? Are the alive, but too badly injured or knocked unconscious, thus not being able to greet us?" She said in her best 'it's spooky, who knows' voice.
Impress the audience, make them believe you have the slightest clue about what you're saying, was her number one rule. And she followed it.
"Cut!" She yelled, turning her smile off like a light switch.
She began to walk toward the ship, the police had roped off the area, but they nodded as the reporter passed. There was another, unspoken rule that she and others followed. Never piss off a reporter. They will find about that time you were pulled over charged with a DUI, or the time you had a little too much to drink at your five year anniversary and imitated barn yard animals. And the next day it would be all over the evening news! No, she could do what she wanted, when she wanted.
Her hand slowly glided over the cool metal. Funny, she thought, it should be hot; anything else would be, going through the atmosphere like that. Was this something different? Some new kind of material? Her hand fingered a grove, and she frowned and her eyes widened as she saw the whole picture. There was no mistaking the shape, size, and the location seemed logical. It was a door.
And she watched, hand shaking, as the door slowly opened.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Don't you just LOVE cliffies!
No?
Hmm, gotta work on that. This is short on purpose, I wanted to. . Oh, how do I describe it? I wanted to put each perspective in a different chapter. Kind of. Anyway, next will be what happened to the Explorer I forgot the numbers. Did I even say the numbers? Another Hmm. It will be about what happened to the Andalites.
And special thanks to my new beta reader ( Insert drum roll here. ) Rachel9466! It works; I'm ucyimd1's beta reader, and Rachel9466's mine. This author's note is too long, I need to learn how to shorten there things . . .