Introduction
The opening credits roll. A Buck Wild Production...A story by The Headcrook and Christie Redfield...Independence Day...Fully Loaded...
July 2
We see an American flag. As the camera scrolls back, we see that this is the moon. Old Glory is surrounded by the remains of the Apollo mission.
The camera moves down to a plaque nailed into the surface. When the camera zooms in, we hear radio communication from the Apollo mission.
Radio communication: Houston, we have a problem.
The Headcrook: NOT THAT ONE! THE OTHER ONE!
A beat. Then the real communique begins to play.
Radio communication: We, uh haven't read the plaque. We'll read the plaque. 'Here men from the Earth, first set foot upon the moon. July, 1969. We come in peace for all mankind.'
Slowly the discarded equipment begins to rattle and shake. An enormous shadow creeps towards us blotting out the horizon.
Suddenly we are covered in darkness as the shadow engulfs us. Only the lonely image of our Earth hangs in the air, until a huge silhouetted object suddenly blocks our view.
-S.E.T.I.--Search for Extraterrestial Intelligence--New Mexico-
Yoko Suzuki hated working the graveyard shift. Right now, she was working on her putting skills on a mini golf game she had gotten for her birthday. Right now, there were balls scattered all over the floor, and she was starting to get pissed off.
Yoko putted the ball again. This time, it went in.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Yoko looked up from the golf game and walked over to the flashing light. Frowning, she flicked it off and flipped another switch, which was connected to a speaker. There was a strange flucutating tone playing in a pattern. She rushes over to the phone, picks it up, and dials a number.
The ringing woke up the supervisor, who was none other than the Spanish ninja Vega. Sleepily, he reached over to the phone and picked up the receiver. "If this isn't an insanely beautiful woman, I'm hanging up," he said.
"Shut up and listen to this," Yoko replied on the other end. She holds the phone to a receiver and turns up the volume, so that Vega could hear the tone. Than woke Vega up. Unfortunately, When he got up, he accidentally bumped his head on the bunk above him, causing him to swear in Spanish.
"OWW! GODDAMN IT! SON OF A BITCH!"
Yoko simply shook her head.
Moments later, everyone was up and in the control center, all still wearing their night clothes, and standing over the main console. Vega arrived moments later, tying a robe, rubbing the bruise on his forehead.
"I hope it's not just another damn Russian spy job," he muttered.
Monica (one of the techs from RE Outbreak) looked up from her phone. "The guys from Air Res says the skies are clear."
Yoko was giddy with delight. "This could be the real thing. A radio signal from another world."
Vega was skeptical. "Let's not jump the gun. Run a trajectory source computation. I want to know exactly where it's coming from."
Another tech, which turned out to be Area, was already at a computer. "This can't be right." She shaked her head in disbelief. "The calculated distance from source is at 3,085 kilometers." She turns to Vega. "It's coming from the moon."
Vega reached over and turs up the volume, hearing the strange tone again.
The opening credits roll. A Buck Wild Production...A story by The Headcrook and Christie Redfield...Independence Day...Fully Loaded...
July 2
We see an American flag. As the camera scrolls back, we see that this is the moon. Old Glory is surrounded by the remains of the Apollo mission.
The camera moves down to a plaque nailed into the surface. When the camera zooms in, we hear radio communication from the Apollo mission.
Radio communication: Houston, we have a problem.
The Headcrook: NOT THAT ONE! THE OTHER ONE!
A beat. Then the real communique begins to play.
Radio communication: We, uh haven't read the plaque. We'll read the plaque. 'Here men from the Earth, first set foot upon the moon. July, 1969. We come in peace for all mankind.'
Slowly the discarded equipment begins to rattle and shake. An enormous shadow creeps towards us blotting out the horizon.
Suddenly we are covered in darkness as the shadow engulfs us. Only the lonely image of our Earth hangs in the air, until a huge silhouetted object suddenly blocks our view.
-S.E.T.I.--Search for Extraterrestial Intelligence--New Mexico-
Yoko Suzuki hated working the graveyard shift. Right now, she was working on her putting skills on a mini golf game she had gotten for her birthday. Right now, there were balls scattered all over the floor, and she was starting to get pissed off.
Yoko putted the ball again. This time, it went in.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Yoko looked up from the golf game and walked over to the flashing light. Frowning, she flicked it off and flipped another switch, which was connected to a speaker. There was a strange flucutating tone playing in a pattern. She rushes over to the phone, picks it up, and dials a number.
The ringing woke up the supervisor, who was none other than the Spanish ninja Vega. Sleepily, he reached over to the phone and picked up the receiver. "If this isn't an insanely beautiful woman, I'm hanging up," he said.
"Shut up and listen to this," Yoko replied on the other end. She holds the phone to a receiver and turns up the volume, so that Vega could hear the tone. Than woke Vega up. Unfortunately, When he got up, he accidentally bumped his head on the bunk above him, causing him to swear in Spanish.
"OWW! GODDAMN IT! SON OF A BITCH!"
Yoko simply shook her head.
Moments later, everyone was up and in the control center, all still wearing their night clothes, and standing over the main console. Vega arrived moments later, tying a robe, rubbing the bruise on his forehead.
"I hope it's not just another damn Russian spy job," he muttered.
Monica (one of the techs from RE Outbreak) looked up from her phone. "The guys from Air Res says the skies are clear."
Yoko was giddy with delight. "This could be the real thing. A radio signal from another world."
Vega was skeptical. "Let's not jump the gun. Run a trajectory source computation. I want to know exactly where it's coming from."
Another tech, which turned out to be Area, was already at a computer. "This can't be right." She shaked her head in disbelief. "The calculated distance from source is at 3,085 kilometers." She turns to Vega. "It's coming from the moon."
Vega reached over and turs up the volume, hearing the strange tone again.