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"Shades of Gray"

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"Shades of Gray"

Created & Written By: BolianAdmiral

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"Shades of Gray"

PART ONE: "The Day The Saucers Came"



October 15, 2037



MARE CRISIUM - THE MOON

The light of the Sun illuminated the landscape of the Lunar surface, painting the low hills and ground a brilliant white, as a lone American astronaut appeared over the horizon, bounding upward, as the low Lunar gravity turned his small jumps into giant leaps. As the astronaut's feet again impacted with the soil, small clouds of white moon dust were kicked upward, appearing almost to hang in the air, before again returning to the surface.

Finally, the astronaut reached his target site, and braced his fall to the ground with his two hands, as he now was stopped, having placed himself right in the middle of a small crater, with low ridges. He rose upward, taking stock of the sight before him... the spectacle of the planet Earth, as it began to rise above the Lunar horizon.

He reached for the instruments in his pack that he would need for his soil samples, and recovered them, as he unraveled the pack they were enclosed in. He took out a soil probe, and lowered himself close to the ground, to begin taking his samples.

Through the reflection of the ground in his helmet visor, the image of his hands sweeping areas of soil away was seen, as he then placed the probe into the ground, pushing it in deep.

As the astronaut withdrew his hands, to examine his work, he noticed a shadow briskly wash over the illuminated ground. He thought nothing of it, resigned to the fact that perhaps a meteorite had just flown overhead. However, after a few seconds, another shadow rushed overhead, which was followed by another, and another, and so on.

He began to focus on the shape of the shadows... they were perfectly ovular, and smooth. Reluctantly, he turned around, as he stood up, and inside his helmet, his face began to grow a look of total and utter shock...

As the lone astronaut stood, small, in the middle of that Lunar crater, passing overhead, at a somewhat low altitude in the sky, was what could only be described as a small fleet of flying saucers. The saucers were not going fast, nor were they going very slow... they were merely flying by, at a comfortable pace.

The astronaut looked up at the small fleet, as he turned to follow them on their course... a course that was taking them right towards Earth.

INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION - EARTH ORBIT

The sound of the radio beeping was heard, as the Russian astronaut worked outside, on spacewalk duty, repairing a connection point on one of the station's solar sail arms.

The astronaut finished with one tool, and carefully lifted it to the side, and let go, letting the tool hang in zero-g in front of him, as he reached for another tool. He looked into his toolkit, as he fumbled for the new device, and after a while found it, and brought it out of the case. He then began to continue effecting repairs to the connection point, when he paused... he suddenly felt strange, as if he were being watched.

He decided maybe he needed a break, and without thinking, moved his hand across the top of his helmet, as if he were wiping sweat from his brow, but then felt foolish that he had forgotten that his helmet was there. Tired, he turned his head to his left, to try and get a nice view of Earth, but was treated instead, to the last thing he ever expected to see... a single saucer-shaped craft, right there, in front of him, standing absolutely still, mere meters away from him.

All color drained from the astronaut's face, and he wore a look of terror, as sweat beaded on his face, inside the helmet. Then, suddenly, the saucer began to initiate a complete roll, as it swept over him, from left to right. The astronaut followed the craft, as it rolled above him, and as the saucer completed its roll, it did so by settling into formation in the middle of a much larger group of saucers, which were on the move, flying towards the atmosphere of Earth.

The astronaut's mouth was agape with awe at the sight he was beholding, as he watched the one saucer which he had first seen remain still, as the rest of its kind kept flying by. It was as if the saucer were just as curious about him, as he was of it. Finally, the astronaut did the only thing he could think of... he waved at the craft.

As soon as the astronaut waved at it, the saucer moved backward ever so slightly, and then began to drift forward, now rejoining the rest of the fleet, on the way to Earth, as the astronaut looked on.

AIR FORCE ONE - SOMEWHERE OVER THE MIDDLE EAST

The majestic presidential Boeing Sonic Cruiser rose above the clouds, followed a second later, by the twin F-22 Raptors that were assigned to protect the plane belonging to the leader of the free world.

The President of the United States had just completed a diplomatic summit in the United Arab Emirates, and was beginning the flight back to Washington. The middle east was a very unsafe place in the world to be now, as decades of built-up tensions between the radical Islamist nations and the west were nearing the breaking point. The leader of Iran had been loudly calling for the total decimation of the United States for over a year and a half, and with the invention and release of the new Harbinger ICBM, Washington was beginning to take those threats very seriously.

PRESIDENTIAL SUITE - AIR FORCE ONE

An attractive young flight attendant handed a cup of hot tea to President Alan Bensen, as he sat in his seat, looking over diplomatic papers, on the polished wood seat tray in front of him. He accepted the tea with a smile, and thanked the woman, as she walked off.

President Bensen turned to his wife, First Lady Beverly Bensen, gesturing to her an offer to taste some tea before he did, but she declined politely, and just watched as he took a sip, and sighed, looking back down at his papers. Finally, she placed an assuring hand on his shoulder, as he looked to her.

"It's okay... just relax... the meeting is over. We're going back to take care of our part of the provisions, and they will hopefully take care of their part... we'll find out in two weeks, when you meet again at the United Nations." she said calmly, as the President just nodded.

President Bensen was an upper-middle aged man, in his mid-60's. His face wore the lines of age and experience, and his hair was now an almost white gray. His wife, Beverly, was in her mid-50's, and her hair was still almost totally black, but there were some highlights of gray as well. She was still a very attractive woman, and complimented the President well.

"GHOST EAGLE ONE" - F-22 RAPTOR ESCORT

From the cockpit canopy of the fighter plane, the pilot looked up to the underside of Air Force One, just as another two F-22 Raptors flew up into view, taking position in front of Ghost Eagle One, near the front of the President's plane.

"Ghost Eagle One, this is Ghost Eagle Three, taking position... standing by to relieve you... go get some fuel." the pilot in one of the new Raptors said, over the radio.

"Confirmed, Ghost Eagle Three... now moving off to--" the pilot began, but was suddenly stopped, by a set of alarms blaring in his cockpit, as he looked to the RADAR display, which now showed three fast-moving blips. "Oh, my god..." the pilot began. "Ghost Eagles, we've got multiple confirmed inbound... size and speed, plus climb rate are consistent with Harbinger profile!" the pilot said, audibly shaken. "All birds, redeploy, and assume attack formation!" the pilot concluded.

"This is Ghost Eagle Two... alerting Air Force One to assume maximum evasion altitude... breaking off to position beta." the other pilot said, over the radio.

"Confirmed, Ghost Eagle Two... Ghost Eagle Four, stay with Big Bird... we'll take the first strike." the pilot ordered, as he now looked to see the fourth Raptor beginning to lead Air Force One higher into the sky.

In the sky, the lone Raptor led Air Force One as high as the plane had ever flown, as below and behind the two planes, the other three Raptors broke off, and began to fly towards three long missile contrails which were rapidly getting higher and closer to them.

Suddenly, a mighty shockwave and a burst of electric blue light was seen directly behind Air Force One.

"This is Ghost Eagle Four... confirming Air Force One has just entered Mach 5... repeat... we are now at Mach 5." the pilot stated.

In the distance, behind Air Force One, the other three Raptors were now moving about, deploying chaff and flares, to try and divert the missiles, but the missiles were too fast...

"GHOST EAGLE ONE" - F-22 RAPTOR ESCORT

The pilot looked upwards in the cockpit canopy, to see the three missiles streak by, their cloudy contrails of white smoke trailing them into the far distance. As his Raptor passed through and above the smoky contrails, the pilot was shocked to now see four other craft holding position between his plane, and Air Force One... saucers... perfectly ovular saucers.

"Oh, my god!" he exclaimed, into the radio, as he watched the saucers now streak suddenly forward, and split off into two groups. The forward duo took position under each of Air Force One's wings, while the last two trailed the plane, moving to take position beside each of the two forward Raptors.

"GHOST EAGLE FOUR" - F-22 RAPTOR ESCORT

"Ghost Eagle Four to all birds... I don't believe what I'm seeing... I have company here... but that's not all... we have a problem... Air Force One has reached her maximum altitude... and it won't be enough... and she's now at maximum burn... one of us will have to intercept the incoming." the pilot stated, grim, into the radio, just as he looked to his left, to see the saucer beside him veer ever so slightly off, and drift upwards, to take a position right above Air Force One's right wing.

He could also see ahead to the other side of Air Force One, as the saucer on the other side now also moved up, and took position over the left wing of the plane. A second later, a flash of brilliant electric blue light washed over the side of Air Force One's fuselage, as if a giant xerox copier had just taken a scan of the plane.

"GHOST EAGLE ONE" - F-22 RAPTOR ESCORT

From behind and below the lead Raptors and saucers, the pilot watched, shocked, as with sudden and blinding speed, the two saucers, as well as Air Force One, went streaking forward, vanishing into the sky without a trace.

The remaining two saucers now also sped up, moving forward to intercept the missiles that had been getting so near to the President's plane, before it went speeding away.

Suddenly, two of the saucers came to a sudden complete halt, in midair, as two of the missiles struck them, head-on, beginning the detonation process.

The Harbinger missile was a new ICBM with a nuclear warhead... capable of delivering a yield of 75 megatons each. And two of them had just struck a set of targets, and begun to explode.

The brilliant white-hot flash that signaled a nuclear explosion was seen, as the weapons struck the saucers, but the explosion never grew much beyond that... almost instantly, as soon as the flash began to expand and grow, it quickly dissipated, vanishing into nothingness around a thin invisible "shield", that was wrapped tightly around the surface of both saucers.

Suddenly, the final missile shot past the area, the cloudy contrail zooming past the saucers, as both of them now resumed formation, and gave chase.

"GHOST EAGLE ONE" - F-22 RAPTOR ESCORT

As the pilot watched, both saucers opened fire on the final missile, with some form of blue energy beam weapon. As the saucers fired on the missile, the pilot noticed that the sky directly in front of the missile was now becoming distorted and blurred... as if the sky were a pool of water, and someone had stirred that water up with their finger.

Suddenly, the missile exploded, and as it did so, the resulting explosion passed through the area of sky that was distorted, and quickly dissipated, appearing to gradually fade from view, until the only sight ahead of the saucers was a clear and beautiful blue sky, dotted with fluffy white clouds.

The pilot shook his head, as if he were dreaming, or hallucinating. Suddenly, the two saucers reduced speed, and rolled down to escort his plane, as well as the other two that were with him. He looked to his right, as one saucer rolled into position right beside his plane, and kept perfect pace with it.

For a long second, he did nothing but stare at the craft, which somehow, had just taken a direct hit from a 75 megaton explosion, and emerged totally unscathed. Finally, something inside him compelled him to speak to the craft outside, as if somehow, deep inside his mind, he could understand that it was in some manner asking him a question.

"Yes... I'm okay." he said, nodding to the saucer.

As soon as he said those words, the saucer increased speed just enough to pull ahead of his Raptor, and take position in front of it, as he watched the twin saucers lead his Raptor group along.

AIR FORCE ONE - SOMEWHERE OVER THE EARTH

The plane was now high above the Earth... so high, that it was technically in orbit. The twin saucers held position on either side of the plane, as the curvature of the Earth, and the thin layers of atmosphere could be seen below, along with the continents and parts of the ocean.

PRESIDENTIAL SUITE - AIR FORCE ONE

The folders of diplomatic papers began to float upwards, and open up, in zero-g, allowing the papers inside to come floating out, as the President turned to his right, to look out the window.

What he saw stunned him... holding position just feet away, beside the right wing, was a single saucer. Beyond the saucer, he gazed ahead, into the vast expanse of space, able to see for the first time in his life, the true scope of the vastness of space, as it really was... alive with billions of stars, that on Earth, were totally hidden, by atmospheric pollution, and interference from city lights. He then looked to the left side of the plane, and sure enough, outside that window, was another saucer, beside the left wing.

In space, the saucers and Air Force One began to gradually reduce altitude, heading back down to the sky of the Earth.

EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE - CALIFORNIA

The four F-22 Raptors flew ahead of Air Force One, as the mighty plane came to a gentle landing, as the two escort saucers matched speed overhead of the President's plane, as the other two saucers came flying by, moving to land near where the Raptors were going to land, as the military brass and men and government representatives looked on, utterly shocked by what they were seeing.

AIR FORCE ONE - EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE

The plane's mighty hypersonic engines powered down with a whine, as the door opened, and the stairs were deployed, allowing President Bensen and his guards to emerge from the plane. With a hurried pace, he walked down the stairs, as he was met by a waiting unit of Marines, who were cautiously holding their rifles in aim at the saucers which were now landed.

"Wait a minute." Bensen said softly, to the lead Marine, as he pushed the man's rifle downward a bit, to stop him from aiming. "I don't know what or who they are... but they just saved my life up there, as well as the lives of the Raptor pilots." he said, as he cautiously took three steps forward, before pausing, looking at the four craft before him.

Now that they were on still ground, and in the full light of the noontime day, he could fully make out the apperance of the crafts... they were all totally featureless, and perfectly oval and smooth. The entire surface of the saucers was a bright brushed aluminum or brushed stainless steel color, which gleamed brilliantly in the noon sun. There were absolutely no exterior lights of any kind that he could see, nor were there any windows. Only the four thin landing legs extended from each saucer, breaking the otherwise featureless and smooth look of the saucers.

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I enjoyed that a lot! It took guts to title something "Shades of Gray" on a Star Trek forum! At least we have one good creation by that name, now! :) Will there be more?
 
Thank you, Mistral and Rhody the Ram! I'm glad you liked the first portion. And yes... there is more... here it is. :D

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EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE - CALIFORNIA

The President and everyone else gathered looked for many silent moments at the gleaming metallic saucers, as they sat motionless. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the outline of a gangway ramp began to form on the lower half of the lead saucer, and the plank lowered onto the surface of the Earth for the first time.

"Do not raise your weapons." the President instructed, while still looking to the entrance to the saucer.

After a long second, a pair of thin gray legs could be seen, as the first of the beings began to walk down the plank. As the being emerged into view, its full form became visible... the being was about 4 feet tall, and had a thin body, devoid of hair, and a large head, with large slanted almond-shaped black eyes. As the first being came into contact with Earth's soil, behind it, two others were now also emerging out of the craft.

The lead being walked towards the President, and stopped about a dozen feet away, as it looked at the assembled Marines, and their weapons. It then raised both arms in the air, as an apparent gesture of peaceful intent. It then began to walk, slowly this time, to meet the President.

The President of the United States faced the being, as it arrived in front of him. All eyes were on the President now, and he looked behind the being in front of him, to the other two, which were standing back, near the saucer, watching. Finally, he looked back at the being, and slowly, drew his hand out, for the being to shake.

The being regarded his hand, and after a second, extended its own hand, shaking that of the President. President Bensen noticed now, that the being had only three fingers. Everyone present was dead silent, as the exchange took place. Finally, the President decided to break the silence.

"Thank you... welcome to Earth." he said, softly.

The being blinked rapidly, as it regarded the sound of his voice, and looked puzzled. Finally, the being pointed to Air Force One, and then to the President, and finally himself, and then repeated the sequence of gestures.

"I think it wants to meet with me on the plane." Bensen said.

"Inadvisable, Sir." one of the Secret Service men stated.

Bensen stared into the face of the new visitor, and finally began to understand.

"I'm not feeling anything other than good intentions from it... I don't know how... I just know it won't hurt us." he said, as he began to walk towards the plane, the being following him.

PRESIDENTIAL SUITE - AIR FORCE ONE

The President entered the room, followed by the being, as the being now stood to face the President. The being made a gesture towards its mouth, and then a gesture indicating confusion, as it began to pace around the room, as the President and Secret Service men looked on.

"It's confused." the President offered.

"I don't think it knows our language." one of the Secret Service men replied.

After a second, the President snapped his fingers, which drew the attention of the pacing being, which looked to him, as he walked over to a laptop on the desk, and indicated for the being to use it.

The being went to the laptop, and looked at it, and ran its hands over the keyboard, but then looked up at the President, with lost eyes.

"Damn... that's right..." Bensen began. "How can it know what keys to press, if it doesn't know the language?" he lamented, aloud.

As the President moved to the other side of the desk, the being looked right into his eyes, and suddenly, the President felt a strong wave of dizziness and nausea wash over him, and he slumped into the arms of his Secret Service men, who looked to the being, and then back at the President, who was becoming lost in a sort of trance-like state, as his eyes began to roll back into his head, as he finally closed his eyes, and his mouth began to move.

Finally, the President began to speak again, but when he did, he began to revert back to his childhood... he began to recite the ABC song, that he had been taught in kindergarten. The aides looked to the being, as it stared into the President's eyes, establishing a deep hold on the President's mind. Finally, the ABC song completed, and the hold was released, as the President closed his eyes, and again slumped into the arms of the aides, as the being again went to the laptop, and began calling up the information on the English language.

"Mister President... are you okay?" the aides asked, as the President now stood straight again, looking to the being.

"Yes... I'm fine... it's okay... it wasn't doing anything bad... it was learning the shapes and sounds of our language." he said, as now, the being looked up to him, and walked around the desk, to again meet him.

"You're welcome." it began. "And thank you." it added, as a stunned President regarded it.

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stop with the "as..., as..." it pushes the sentence too far. That having been said-good story so far. In fact, you are writing the epitome of the alien contact story-keep going!
 
I like this! It has a 1950's sci-fi feel to it, and I mean that in a good way. I still have to wonder as to the intentions of these aliens. Thus far, they seem benign, but . . .?
 
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LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA

It was a clear sunny day in the quiet suburban neighborhood, which sported rows of large and beautiful luxury homes. However, there was trouble in paradise... the street was filled with emergency vehicles, and a few news vans. A female news reporter gave her report to the cameraman, as behind her, some County Coroners wheeled a stretcher with a bodybag on it into a waiting hearse.

"As we reported earlier, not much more is known at this hour, about the apparent double murders that occurred here earlier this morning, but as you can see behind me, the Coroners have completed their assessment, and are now removing the remains from the home." the reporter stated to the cameraman.

The reporter's face filled the camera lens, as suddenly, the cameraman wore a look of shock, his mouth agape, as he now tilted the camera upwards, to the sky.

"What are you doing? I'm down here!" the reporter called out, as she now also began to look up, her mouth opening with disbelief. "Oh, my God!" she shouted out, attracting the attention of everyone in the neighborhood, who also joined her, and looked upwards.

There, in the sky, casually cruising by in the sky, was a small fleet of oval saucers. The saucers were absolutely devoid of any noise... totally silent, as they flew over the block, and continued on course, as the citizens looked up, pointing, gasping, and remarking on the sight.

OCCUPIED WEST BANK - ISRAEL

The sounds of sporadic gunfire filled the streets, as the ages-old struggle between the Israelis and the Palestinians continued. One Palestinian man on the Jordanian side of the West Bank ran behind a wall for cover, holding onto his shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, as he now placed the weapon on the top of the wall, rising up just enough to look into the sight to take aim. He began to lift the weapon up, taking stock of the scenery through the sight.

As he moved the weapon, he could see the Jordan River, the old city blocks and war-torn homes and streets, and the bright late afternoon sun, as it hung over the region. But he paused, as something appeared strange... out of place...

The sky around the lower half of the Sun was now speckled... dotted, with dozens of tiny spots... against the light of the Sun they were dark, but as they began to emerge from the sunlight, the daylight began to shine and reflect brilliantly off the surface of whatever they were... a bright and brilliant brushed metallic surface.

The look on his face was one of utter astonishment, as he now lowered his weapon, and just concentrated on the sight before him, watching the saucers casually sail by, at a comfortable pace.

PRESIDENTIAL SUITE - AIR FORCE ONE

The President stood, looking at the being, astonished that it was able to learn English that fast. Finally, he broke the awkward pause.

"I am President Alan Bensen, of the United States of America. On behalf of the people of the planet we call Earth, I welcome you in peace." he offered. "May I ask your name?"

This puzzled the being, and it just looked to him, blinking.

"Name?" it asked.

"Yes. Who are you?" Bensen replied.

"I am I." the being began. "I am the sum of all that I have ever experienced in my life, and of all that has been taught and passed on to me. It is that which is I, for it is that which defines me." it replied.

"You do not have individual designations? How do you tell each other apart?" Bensen asked.

"Because no one is exactly the same... none other can have the same experiences as I, and therefore, cannot be me... only I am I." it replied.

This frustrated the President, so he changed the subject.

"Can you tell me who you are, in regards to what your species is called? Where you are from?" he asked.

"My people are the Orvani. We are from a planet we call Orvan, in the star system your computer calls Zeta Reticuli. Our world is the second planet out from our main star, which is identical to the star in your own star system." the being stated.

The President took all this in, and nodded, as he replied.

"Well, again, I thank you for coming to my rescue... but I have to ask... why? And why are you here? Why Earth... why now?" he asked.

"Because we deemed it neccessary." the Orvani began. "You see, we did not intend to come here... but we must. Events on our home world made it neccessary for many of us to leave, and it had been a very long journey... many of us grew weary, and wanted to settle on the first world capable of supporting life, so, reluctantly, we decided to come here. We knew that our sudden arrival may be met with fear or the assumption of hostility, so we wanted to perform a good deed, to demonstrate our goodwill." it stated.

"I see..." Bensen began. "So what is it you want here?"

The Orvani looked up and straight into the President's eyes, as he delivered his reply.

"Refuge." it stated.

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A very interesting beginning to an interesting idea. Maybe we'll end up with a situation like Alien Nation, but better.

I'm looking forward to more.
 
I really like where the story is going. The style is enjoyable, although I'd like to know a bit more about what's going through some of characters' minds at some points during the interaction. I'm looking forward to more!
 
Thanks, all... I really appreciate the kind words... I was REALLY apprehensive as to how this story would be accepted, if at all. So I thank you all for the warm reception. Now, for more... :D

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PRESIDENTIAL SUITE - AIR FORCE ONE

President Bensen's mouth dropped open a bit... had he just heard the alien correctly? Was the member of a species so advanced, it had just dealt with three 75 megaton missiles, as if it were nothing more than swatting a fly, and was capable of hopping stellar distances, now asking for refuge?

"Say again?" he began, looking at the Orvani before him. "What could our world possibly offer your people?" he added.

The Orvani saw that the President may have misunderstood what it had said.

"Oh, I apologize... I think you misunderstand me." it began. "We are not seeking any form of protection, politically, or militarily. We are seeking only the opportunity to live here, on your world. Of course, we would not interfere in any way with your society... we will be happy to pick out an unoccupied tract of desert, and inhabit that region, remaining there." the alien related. "In any case, we need an answer fast... as I speak, there are multiple groups of our ships, arriving here, at various locations around the globe. We need to establish a location where they can land. Until then, they are under orders to meet my group at a location I will inform them of, after I have met with a representative of this world... you." the Orvani continued. "It would be best if I could have the opportunity to personally address the people of your world, to avoid any possibility of a widespread global panic."

"A press conference?" Bensen asked.

"Yes." the Orvani replied. "We can do this very soon, from right here, in this office... I have the ability to make use of all available media frequencies and medium... you will not require any equipment to set up. However, your world appears to have many languages... it will take a few of your minutes to teach them all to the other members of our group." it added.

This remark caused the President to look at the Orvani with utter awe.

"How can you possibly relate that much information so fast?" he asked.

The Orvani indicated to its head, as it delivered its reply.

"We are designed to be able to process and retain any and all information we see as we experience it. It is then stored in an implant that you would probably refer to as a neurocomputer, that can be accessed at will, as we send the signal to access any given memory of bit of information. That same implant also links us all, so that our knowledge is constantly shared, as well as updated." it said.

"So your brains are like giant computers?" Bensen asked.

"Roughly, yes, you could say that, although it would not be entirely accurate." the Orvani began. "However, you have raised an important concern for me... the need to answer questions. Your people will have many questions, and they deserve answers. We should make this conference a live and interactive one. Where is your Capitol? We will hold it there." it offered.

The President looked to the Orvani standing before him. He was blown away by how fast these beings went through their thoughts, and executed actions. Clearly, the Orvani was correct... there were many questions to be asked about his people, and he wanted to hear the answers... but the Orvani was correct in saying that it would be best for a live and public conference... to avoid a public panic, and also to show the world that this was all real... not a Hollywood special effects stunt.

THE WHITE HOUSE - WASHINGTON, D.C.

It was late in the afternoon now, and was almost dusk, as the Orvani saucers held position over the White House and lawn areas, where a massive conglomeration of news cameras and microphones had been set up. Hundreds of reporters and citizens crowded around, eagerly awaiting their first glimpses of beings from another world, as for now, a wall of government security agents blocked their view of the front entrance to the White House, as behind them, positioned on the lawn, and facing the saucers above, were about ten army tanks.

Finally, the sound of still cameras snapping could be heard, as the Speaker of the House called out the announcement, from behind the wall of agents.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the press, people of Earth... I give you the President of the United States of America, and his honored guest!" the man shouted out, as now, the wall of security agents broke in the middle, allowing the media to see the President, and a small gray form behind him, walking directly behind him, to intentionally remain obscured.

None of the media cameras had been permitted to be placed anywhere that would allow them anything but a head-on shot of the President, so nobody could yet see the full form of the Orvani behind him, as he now reached the podium, and paused for a moment, thinking about his words, as he gave his address.

"My fellow Americans... my fellow brothers and sisters of the human race... for some time now, you have been aware of fleets of saucers that have been flying over our nations and cities. This is true... it is real. Roughly seven hours ago, four of those saucers took action to intercept enemy military weapons, that had been targeting my aircraft, Air Force One, thus saving my life. Shortly after, once Air Force One had safely landed, I was contacted by... by a... representative, of those who control the saucers... the saucers belong to a race of beings, called the Orvani, and yes, the Orvani are from a world other than our own. They have traveled far to get here, and I assure you, their intent is peaceful, and you all have nothing to fear. However, they wanted the opportunity to respond directly to any questions and concerns you may have for them, so at this time, I am handing the interview over to the Orvani... representative." he said, as he now stepped aside, giving the people of the planet Earth their first ever look at a real being from another world, as the cameras went absolutely wild, snapping thousands of frames, and speckling the landscape with what looked like millions of flashes.

Some people gasped in amazement, while most applauded, as the President and the Orvani shook hands, before the Orvani itself went up to the podium, and took in the sight of the people, as now that noise and activity began to die down, allowing it silence in which to speak.

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THE WHITE HOUSE - WASHINGTON, D.C.

The eyes of the world looked to the lone Orvani spokesperson at the podium, as the President stood behind him, and twin Orvani saucers hovered in the air nearby, above the White House lawn. Finally, the Orvani spoke.

Greetings, people of the planet you call Earth. As the President stated, I am the spokesperson for my people... we call ourselves the Orvani, and we have arrived here, as the end result of a long and tiring journey. I assure you, we come in peace, and are here to seek refuge... a place to live... nothing more. But to assure you of our desire to make you comfortable with our presence, we are fully willing to field any questions you may have, beginning now." it said, as instantly, every hand went up in the air, and the Orvani pointed to the first reporter.

"Where are you from, and how fast can you travel? What kind of drive system do your ships use?" the woman asked.

"We come from the star system that your asrtonomical index calls Zeta Reticuli, which as some of you know, is a binary system. Our world, Orvan, is the second planet from the primary star, which is of a type identical to your own, and also in size and age. Our ships do not use a single type of drive system... we use a multitude of medium for interstellar travel, but our primary source of power for our ships is a medium we refer to as Element 115. As for how fast our ships can travel... that all depends on how far the destination is, and the medium selected. But at maximum efficiency, it would take one of our ships two months to travel from Earth to Orvan." it stated, as the crowd gasped in amazement.

"You said you were here for refuge... was there some form of natural disaster on Orvan? Or a global war? Was your homeworld attacked by some other force?" another man asked.

"We left because we felt we had to leave... rest assured, we are a very small group... Orvan itself is still fully populated... there was no war, no attack, no natural disaster or fammine." the Orvani replied.

"What do you mean, "you felt you had to leave"... can you elaborate?" another woman called out.

"It is not something we feel comfortable discussing with outsiders at this time... suffice it to say, we no longer felt welcome on Orvan." the being stated.

"May I ask your name? Or ask how to address you... Sir, or Madam, or what?" one man shouted out.

"Our culture is not like yours, in that we do not use individual names... I am the sum of everything that I have ever experienced... it is that experience which defines me... makes me who I am. That is my identity. As for gender reference, I am male... you may address me as Sir, if you so choose." it said.

"Very well... Sir... the local affiliate in Honalulu reported various eyewitness accounts of people on the ground seeing a nuclear blast in the sky, which quickly vanished, earlier today... the President has confirmed that your ships were able to dispose of those weapons... Sir, there is nothing on our entire planet that can do that... may we ask what you did... how you dealt with those Harbinger missiles?" one reporter asked.

"The explosion occurred in full... our ships merely made sure it could not harm anything on this world... what your people saw was the explosion vanishing from this dimension, and being sent into another. As for the first two nuclear detonations... the full brunt of both those explosions was contained within a field around our ships... as soon as the warhead detonated, the ensuing blast was molecularly deconstructed, so that what was left, was a wash of harmless energy." the Orvani said, as the crowd again gasped in disbelief, as some people turned to chat amongst themselves about what it had said.

"Sir... your race is obviously powerful beyond our wildest reason... is there anything you can teach us, that would allow us to extinguish all disease... all suffering? Can we also be taught how to walk among the stars, as you do?" one man asked.

"Disease is natural... it can never be fully extinguished. Some are treatable... none are curable, for even curing it from one body is merely the result of a successful treatment, yet the disease itself may still manifest itself, among the globe. Once detected, we can eliminate any known anomaly from a body... but we can never prevent the existance of disease itself. As for commanding the stars as we do... time will tell, but our science is likely too far beyond what you could even begin to comprehend." it stated.

"What about your weapons and military technology? Do you have any plans to share that with the nations of this world?" one man shouted out, as now the Orvani turned to face the President, nodding to the crowd.

"Thank you all... that is all for now. we will be giving further interviews in the near future." it stated, as the President extended his hand, to lead the Orvani back into the White House, as the cameras snapped thousands of photos, while the Marine guards turned to face the crowd.

-- TO BE CONTINUED --
 
You definitely caught the feel of a DC press conference! The one thing I would've been interested to see, though--some heckling from Helen Thomas. Unless that's the one the Orvani guy turned his back on? ;)
 
I like this! A very good first contact tale and a highly believable extrapolation of events from today. This is most definitely on my "must read" list.
 
Thanks, all... I really appreciate the kind words. Now, for more... :D

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LEAD ORVANI SAUCER - WASHINGTON, D.C.

The smooth brushed-aluminum colored craft hovered in the sky, above the White House, along with a handful of other saucers.

Inside the craft, in the control room, the Orvani spokesperson stood, conversing with others of his kind.

"They have many questions." the spokesperson began. "They lack even the most basic understanding of the universe around them."

"I don't like this." another one began. "This is a mistake... we don't belong here... we can never fit in with these people... we should lift off again, and set a new course... keep searching for a world that is vacant." it offered.

"Did you hear when one of them asked us about our weapons technology... if we would share it with them?' another Orvani asked.

"Yeah... we should share it with them all right... we should use it to wipe them from this world... they are an infestation. They are so lacking in knowledge... how can they ever become stewards of this planet, let alone attempt to clutch onto the stars? We are here now... we have the might that we can erase them from this world, as if they were never here. They could never even begin to have any hope of stopping us." another stated, looking to the spokesperson.

"We can't do that... we won't do that." the spokesperson replied. "We took a fleetwide vote, and the majority wanted us to settle here, so we did. These people have been gracious enough to allow us shelter, and we will not do wrong by them. We must do our part, and keep out of their way, and tend to our affairs in private. If they need our help, or wish communications, we are here for them." he stated, as he now looked to the front of the control room, where a massive view of the outside grounds could be seen, via a holographic image that spanned the entire forward wall.

There were no windows on Orvani saucers like this, so the external image was a result of sensors on the ship's surface, that were transmitting visual images to the interior wall.

The group of Orvani looked on, as the image showed the crowds of humans gathered on the White House lawn, all looking up at the saucer they were in, some pointing to it, others showing it to their children, etc.

Suddenly, someone threw a pebble towards the lower half of the saucer, presumably to test if there was any form of shield around it. All the pebble did was fly towards the hull, until it suddenly appeared to stop in midair, as it continued on towards the hull, at a mere snail's pace... the pebble was now trapped inside the saucer's chronospatial field... time was moving at a much slower pace there. From the display, the Orvani watched, as the crowd reacted and gasped at the sight of the seemingly hovering pebble.

Finally, the Orvani that had called for humanity's destruction spoke up.

"Amazing... just amazing... they're so stupid... so easily amused... they are mere feet away from a vehicle that is more advanced than anything their puny little minds will ever be able to imagine, and what do they think to do? Throw stones at it." it remarked. "We should return to Orvan, just to put them in one of our zoos."

"We're not taking any hostile action against them, and that is final. These people... and they are people... are our gracious hosts... and we are their guests, and shall conduct ourselves as such." the spokesperson began. "Now... this..." he began, as suddenly, as he pointed to the wall, the image shifted to a panoraminc view of the vast desert plataeu srrounding Mount Kilimanjaro, and the awesome volcano itself, as the Orvani spokesperson continued his speech. "This is a place that the humans call Mount Kilimanjaro... and it is here, where our fleet has been cleared to land, and make settlement. The climate there should be the closest to what we're used to from Orvan. The Sun should appear just as bright, and as far as our own star did, back home. Also, the local plant and animal life should be somewhat similar. That should be our next step, my brethren... we must begin to find out what foods of this world are compatible with us... we have supplies we brought from Orvan, but they will not last long... and although we should be able to grow our own food in this new region, as the conditions are virtually identical to Orvan, we cannot be absolutely certain. So... who wants to volunteer to go out to dinner with the humans?" he asked, as the others now looked to him.

-- TO BE CONTINUED --
 
Uh-oh, these guys are as divided as humans in their politics, yet see OUR divisions and aims as primitive. That could spell trouble...let's hope the spokesman continues to hold sway!
 
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