Who: The Alien Bounty Hunter What: A UFO crashes in the city. Seriously When: Late at night/early morning, February 10th. Where: A park in L.A. Rating: PG-13, for an NPC death Status: Complete. [narrative]
The Alien Bounty Hunter stalked towards his personal ship. He was looking forward to getting off this planet. He had eliminated all the traitors in their plan and now he was finished with this assignment. Earth was an interesting planet, but he never really felt comfortable among the humans, as he did with his own kind. He could blend in with the best of them, but actually feeling like he was one of them was something that was beyond his capabilities. They were weak and inferior. He was beyond them in several ways.
He jumped into his ship and started the ignition sequence. Within a few moments, the triangular craft had lifted off the ground and sped off into the night. If he was fortunate, NORAD wouldn’t detect the readings from his craft. The last thing he needed now was a confrontation with their air force. The Syndicate men were supposed to keep the military off his back, but it didn’t always work that way. They had lost plenty of good craft to humans who decided to tackle the unknown object in their midst. Generally those craft belonged to their less experience pilots, granted, but still good hardware that they needed.
The craft cruised through the night sky. So far, it looked like he was in the clear. Unlike the large ships, the smaller spacecrafts didn’t have stealth technology on them. Not in the visual sense. They relied on their speed to evade other aircraft. Everything was going fine, until something happened that he didn’t quite expect. The Bounty Hunter felt the shift seconds before the ship detected it. Aliens had a kind of sixth sense that humans didn’t possess about their surroundings, when it came to unusual phenomena. And right now, something was very wrong. The ship indicated that they were not in the same location they were before. It was as if they had flown through a vortex, like the one in the Atlantic Ocean the humans called the ‘Triangle’.
The controls were going haywire, and there was something else the matter too. The Syndicate had sabotaged his ship. He knew some of the humans acted outside the interests of their group, and often had to be reigned in. The Bounty Hunter tried to stabilize the controls, but they were crashing fast and there was not enough air space left to turn the craft upwards.
With a grim face, the alien realized they were going to crash. Fastening the safety equipment, the Bounty Hunter braced himself for the impact. The ship approached the ground faster and faster until it finally struck a hard surface. The impact was somewhat tempered by the ship’s safety utilities, but the ship still slammed partly into the ground. Darkness enveloped the interior of the ship momentarily, as the ship’s computer systems flickered off. Time passed as a strange burning craft lay in the middle of its crash site, like a strange monument or Hollywood special effect from a science fiction movie.
From the oval craft emerged the Bounty Hunter, stepping down from the top portion with an escape hatch. It would have been strange to see a man in an overcoat and a dark suit stepping out of what was essentially a flying triangle, he supposed, but he hadn’t had time to change into one of their flight suits. Besides, no one was going to see him. He had finished his work and left behind no witnesses. He was surrounded by trees and in an open field; he had been fortunate not to crash into a building. He turned to see the craft was surrounded by flames, burning on the metal and the ground near the vehicle. The flames wouldn’t seriously damage the ship (anymore than it already was), but it would be a long time before the craft was viable again thanks to the impact, unless some effort was put into its restoration. Their ships needed time to heal themselves, after all.
He looked around at his surroundings. It seemed he was in a park, at nighttime. Thankfully no one was around. It seemed he was in the clear, though he was still on the lookout for any observers. And they came sooner than expected.