Director Nicholas Fury was suspicious. Not the normal suspicious that one would expect from the Director of a large organization dedicated to espionage. No, he was anxious because there was no sign of danger. No secret battles being waged, no criminal masterminds out to take over and/or destroy the world, not even any superpowered psychos showing up and causing chaos. So yes, Nick Fury was very suspicious. Either the criminals were getting better at hiding or this was the calm before the storm.
"Director Fury, Sir." Agent Hill bustled over looking as grim as ever. Her pace made it clear that something important had come up. "We have a situation."
"If it's something about Stark I don't want to hear it. I've had it up to here cleaning up that guy's messes."
"No Sir. We are picking up a distress call." A look of nervousness appeared on her face. Was that it? Why would Agent Hill be so worked up over a distress call?
"I assume there must be something special about whoever is asking for our assistance." Agent Hill nodded swiftly. "Well then spit it out!"
"The distress call didn't come from Earth Sir."
"Care to elaborate on that Agent?" Fury asked in a dark tone. Agent Maria Hill winced. She knew Director Fury wouldn't like the news. They hadn't exactly had the best experiences with aliens in the past. The Chitauri was one example.
"It would appear a single ship is moving towards Earth at incredible speeds. As of fifteen minutes ago the pilot has been radioing for permission to land. We have not as of yet replied and are waiting your orders." Great just what he needed, another alien on the planet.
"I want to hear this transmission." Fury sped walked towards the bridge of the Helicarrier. His black trench coat billowed out behind him. Agent Hill had to jog keep up. The bridge was as busy as ever. Workers moved around frantically trying to pinpoint the location of this alien spacecraft. At least that was what Fury hoped they were doing.
He had just made it to his monitors when they received another call from the alien spacecraft. "This is Jedi Knight Vanna Elarius requesting permission to land." Fury listened to what seemed to be a female voice. He wondered the importance of the term 'Jedi Knight.' It seemed to be some sort of title. "I have a broken wing in need of repairs and must land. Food and water rations are low. Requesting immediate response. Over." The call cut off.
"It seems our alien is in a bit of a tight spot," Fury mused more to himself than anyone else. "What else has she said?"
Agent Hill answered, "Nothing else, Sir. It's almost the same thing every time. She calls every few minutes, probably to give us time to respond."
Fury scrunched his face in contemplation. Could he afford to let this alien onto the planet? They had no idea if her plea for help was legit or not. But if they refused to help her then she could very well perish in space. Members of her race could very well blame them for not providing assistance. This was very complicated.
Making a decision, he raised his head and schooled his features. "Open communications and put me on. It's time to talk to our visitor."