1. Gannon

    Gannon Contributor Contributor

    Jan 15, 2007
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    Winner Speedy Short Story Contest (57): Alien Contact (Alien POV)

    Discussion in 'Monthly Short Story Contest Archives' started by Gannon, Dec 14, 2009.

    Speedy - The gift of innocence, the tragedy of ignorance

    Boon looked down at his fellow Maerrisian, who was strapping him into the small interior of the drop pod. Unlike him, Krogna was born with low line blood, thus was small, skinny and weak. Despite this, Krogna had brains, discipline and a good heart, although today Boon thought it was oddly cold. It was a huge day for the Outer Alliance. A decision was going to be made after all the years of sluggish debate.

    He noticed Krogna was looking up at him with those small dark deep-set eyes. It was often hard knowing what was going on when someone was a third of your height. Krogna looked concerned.

    “Munalie Ecca Unno,” spoke the small grey creature peering up at him.

    There was ice in that voice, and Krogna was most certainly pushing it hard today.

    “Munalie Ecca Unno,” the grey repeated, this time kicking Boon on the leg.

    “Ourg, Ourg,” Boon pleaded before pressing a small green button on a collar around his neck. It lit up soon afterwards a few shades brighter than his natural skin colour.

    The grey waited before he clicked he fingers frantically. “Doo Doo, Faryoup.”

    “Maips taka,” whispered Boon.

    The gray slapped his forehead loud enough for others in the distance to hear and turn their faces towards the two. “Faryoup, Faryoup, FAROUP,” shouted Krogna before he kicked the large green once again, this time with real anger. “Mok tabooplu, Faryoup.”

    Boon sighed with relief and pressed the green button until it turned dark once more, then pressed an amber button near the green instead. It lit up brightly, lighting the small interior of the pod. He cleared his throat.


    Krogna smiled than pressed his own amber button. “Yes, you speak Earthling. Question is, you understand me?”

    Boon Nodded “Yes.”

    “Good, good.” He pulled out a data pad and started pressing symbols with his three long slender fingers until the screen flashed red. “You know procedure, yes?”

    Boon grunted “Yes!”

    Krogna pressed a button in the interior and suddenly dozens of large membrane ropes came from holes on the side before wrapping around Boon, steadying him upright, tightly. A soft, large metallic hose hovered over the man and wavered above his lips before pushing forward and down his throat, which he accepted. Yellow looking substance would now be filling his lungs.

    “Good luck friend.” Krogna pressed another button, shutting and sealing the pod’s doors. He punched a code from the outside then looked through a small thick window where he watched the interior fill up with thick red gel, surrounding his friend. Moments later deep noises rattled throughout the ship. The pod slid from its cradle, pulling the tear shaped craft through a tunnel carved deep into the ship. The pod followed the tunnel, picking up speed before being shot into space, towards that always debatable lonely green and blue gem known as Earth.

    Even with his lungs filled with breathable liquid and surrounded by cold shock absorbing gel, Boon was going to be conscious for the duration of the short trip.

    The journey from the Maerrisian Battleship to Earth would be pretty simple. The Battleship itself was in-sink with its surroundings, creating perfect cloaking. Earthlings were probably another century away from figuring out they had been watched by such a vessel for centuries. By then it would be too late.

    The pod, which was only a few meters larger than Boon himself, would look like a falling star, a purple one. The impact was not going to be fun; a dry landing, impacting the Earth around five hundred miles an hour. At its peak the pod would travel close to seventeen hundred, but thrusters would kick in a mile out and hopefully the gel would be bound properly by the time impact occurred. The pod was designed to hit at its point where large fiber tentacles would harpoon out and grasp onto objects preventing the craft lodging too far into whatever lay below. The drop-pod started to rock heavily, and Boon went over the basics of the plan to settle his nerves.

    The Maerrisian’s had decided to keep watch over the ever advancing Earth for near six hundred years and recently discovered that conflicts on the pretty planet were not going so well. Intelligence was gathering hard facts over eighteen months and as much as everyone wanted to dismiss it, governments were well on their way to beginning what they would call World War Three. The council all agreed this could not be allowed. Loosing humanity was acceptable, but the Earth itself was one of a kind. The human weapons were advancing fast. Today a decision would be made. Should the planet itself be saved now.

    Other species over the decades had tried contacting humanity, but everything so far had been swiftly swatted by governments. The Maerrisian were a different matter for the humans though, for they were the first and they created what was called The Outer Rim Alliance. What they decided, all decided. His initial objective was to make first contact. From there word was to spread so that, in time, talking to the governments would be possible, but only after word had gotten out to enough people. If this objective was compromised, he was to make contact with the Battleship where Maerrisian Cruisers were waiting in deep space to play their role, a more sinister one, for humans. The planet would benefit much more if it came to the later boon figured.

    The pod shot through the atmosphere with a purple trail arcing behind it. The thrusters engaged one mile out and the red and orange membrane tentacles homed in on everything about the ground, attaching to trees, rocks, a scarecrow and dozens of other structures. The pod kissed the Earth. Dirt, rocks and parts of a tree sprang a hundred meters into the air.

    Silence again started to settle over the land, mostly in darkness. Fingers of orange and purple were slowly crawling from the east. Roosters in the distance announcing the awakening of another day.

    Time passed and the first rays of sunlight brushed upon the ivory colored pod. An audio click came before steam poured forth. A door popped out slightly, and red ooze flooded out from within. A moment later, another hiss and the door slid completely open, light penetrating the interior, dampening the purple and blue flashing lights.

    Boon leaped out, hunching whist covering his eye from the sudden light. He felt the red ooze on his body crystallize as the sunlight hit it, which he then dusted off. He heard a chirp, most likely a bird, and then stood straight, rising to his full height of fifteen feet. He stretched out his aches throughout his one tone frame, all ripping muscle.

    He started walking than stopped. “Stupid!" He headed back to the craft and went in before grabbing a large object. A large dull ebony and silver sword which was ten feet long with a blade that grew six inches thick. It was big and it was for the strong. It was badass and unbreakable, unlike those it chose to greet. He slipped it into a holster over his back where it hung diagonally.

    Boon licked his lips and spat on his green grubby hands. He wiped them over two large black ridged horns which rose out just above his forehead and looped back over his head. They gleamed slightly. It was a sign of respect to keep your horns wet and gleaming.

    On his left arm, Boon had a touch screen data pad plugged in. The information told him he was five miles away from the nearest town, a small village by the looks of it, with few people. This he thought was a good start.

    Three quarters of the distance travelled, he stopped and wiped sweat beading down his forehead. It was running down his back in large globs. Earth was much cooler than his home world, but the gravity was heavier. It could have been due to ten years planted on that stinking observation battleship now he thought about it. How he hoped this mission wouldn’t take as long as planned.

    As he was nearing the town a small amber dot appeared on his screen. Someone was close. This was it.

    Around him were hundreds of colorful trees which stood only slightly taller than his huge frame. The trees were full with round berries or seeds or maybe fruit. Human ecology was a weak point which he cared little for. Boon liked meat, greasy meat full of fat.

    The monitor said the human was only ten meters away now. He walked up to a bigger tree, a much larger one without the round things, just lots of shade. He hid behind it, or as much as a one tone, fifteen foot Alien that looked half human and half bull could to humans.

    Peering his head around the trunk he was somewhat bemused. The human was small. It was really small Boon thought, had to be a child. He really wished he had Krogna’s brain or at least paid attention in class. The child was sitting on the ground playing with some toys that were made in the image of a human. The child was too busy to notice anything else. It was talking to the toys in a high pitched voice, and then talking back in a deeper one. Were humans really this dumb? It looked so strange, long curly black locks hung to its shoulders. It had fluffy pink cheeks, huge blue eyes and it must like meat as well because Boon could see it had many teeth missing. It was wearing a white sleeveless dress with blue flowers. The mud on the ground had stained its knees and dress.

    If he wanted to complete his mission he had to find an elder. He stepped around the tree, slowly walking so the little human would not look up from its game. Underfoot a thick fallen tree branch snapped under Boon’s left heel. “Great,” he said under his breath.

    The little one saw him. He was sure it would run off screaming. This was not going so well.

    The child looked at its two toy Earthlings and said, “Look, look, another friend for your wedding.” It placed the toys in the mud, got up and rushed towards Boon with an odd looking expression, a smile.

    This was unexpected, he thought.

    The little one walked up to him, standing not much taller than his knee. It bent its neck back and the child’s blue eyes stared deep into his own.

    “Wow sir, you sure are big,” It cocked its head. “And green.”

    Boon wriggled his snout and snorted. It smelt off.

    The child laughed, whilst covering its mouth. “Will you come to their wedding? Please, please, please?” It pointed to the lifeless toys laying face down in the mud.

    Boon turned his head hoping maybe the child would get bored. It walked around until it was in his vision again, than waved. “Hello.”


    It laughed again. “You speak funny.”

    He snorted again. “You look funny, and smell strange.”

    The child placed its hand on its hips and frowned “How rude,” Then laughed. “Mummy would think so anyway. She always says that to daddy, but he’s not, daddy’s funny.”

    “I must talk to Elders, child. Important.”

    The child’s smile fell away before it pulled something out of a pocket in the dress. It was round and pink. He had seen them on the trees around here.

    “At least have an apple, they’re super yummy.” It stretched an arm out which still hadn’t reached his waist. “Just don’t eat too many. Your tummy will hurt.” It strained the apple towards him further until it was gasping.

    He signed, bent down and with his finger tips grasped the small apple from its hand.

    “Try it, try it.”

    He placed it in his mouth and barely tasted it, so small it could have got stuck between his teeth. He thought he tasted something sweet though, maybe.

    “Will you be my friend?” the child asked.

    He snorted as he often did when confused. “Sure, but…“

    The child placed a hand around one of his fingers, or tried too and then tried to pull him over to where the toys laid. “Come on, just for a while. Please, please.”

    They sat for almost an hour. Apparently the white doll, named Lisa, was marrying the ebony doll, Gregory. After the wedding he sat and pretended to drink champagne out of a white plastic cup. The girl child told him how Mummy was always nagging Daddy and making him mad. She told him how Daddy was always working and she told him how a boy called Dale had kissed her behind the barn last week on her sixth birthday. It was gross apparently.

    “Mary,” A voice called out in the distance. “Mary, where are you?” It sounded worried.

    “Mummy,” The girl cried out in response. She grabbed his finger again. “Come, lets go meet the adults now.”

    “You are sure?”

    She nodded. “Hurry though, Mummy hates waiting.”

    Together they got up. She handed him Lisa and Gregory while she wiped dirt off her skirt and knees. “Follow me.” She kept hold of his finger and tried to skip along.

    They reached the end of the line of trees, coming to a field which was quite open. A hundred yards over was a small house, in-between some bigger humans. Perfect Boon thought. Time to start.

    Mary ran towards her mother. “Mummy, Mummy. Look at my new friend…“

    Mary’s mother screamed. “Mary, get here now, get here.” She ran towards the child and grabbed her arm. She let out another blood curdling scream when she saw how close she was to what she thought was a monster.

    “It’s a monster!”” she screamed. “Martin, get the gun, now, hurry.”

    She dragged Mary by the arm and ran. Mary was crying with pain. “Mummy he’s my friend,” she said. “Ouch! Mummy, that hurts. Mummy!.”

    The child’s mother let go of her then slapped her across the face. “How dare you. How dare you be so reckless?”

    A bunch of men came running; all holding what Boon figured were weapons. He looked at Mary crying with a large red mark on her face. How could things have gone so wrong, so quick?

    “What the **** is that?” screamed one man.

    “Oh my god!” screamed another.

    “Good Lord, what the hell?” said the last of the three men.

    “Shoot it, SHOOT IT,” plead the lady.

    Boon stepped forward “Please humans, we talk…“ he began.

    It didn’t last long as the three men suddenly aimed their guns at the green creature and pulled the triggers. He was shot in the chest, legs and arms. Neither shot was critical or even close. One thing Maerrisian’s had was muscle and tough skin. As weak as the bullets were, dark blue blood dribbled down from the wounds, around where the bullets lodged. Another round of shots came his way with another dozen shots hitting, one in the mouth. It did hurt. His body started to feel itchy, sore even. He didn’t like this. Nobody was listening to him or wanted to.

    “Leave him alone!” cried Mary. She dropped Lisa and Gregory than ran towards the large green man. She ran as fast as her legs would allow her.

    He wanted to yell out for her to stop, he didn’t need her support, but it happened before he could think anymore.

    The girl reached only half way between the two before her body twisted in funny directions, her mouth opening up before a scream escaped. She fell awkwardly to the ground.

    The mother screamed as well, but silenced when the monster rushed towards her daughter picking her up. “Leave my daughter alone you beast!” she started.

    Boon looked at the girl who was on her back, sobbing. Her white dress with the delicate blue flower pattern was now blooming red buds all over. He bent down picking her up, watching the red buds turn into rose petals. He ignored the older humans’ cries and ran back towards the trees as fast as he could, with child cradled on arm. He had to make distance, and fast.

    Every few minutes he looked down at the child to make sure she was breathing. After ten minutes of running he had put the humans well and truly behind him. He stopped, sat down and lifted his hands to get a closer look of Mary.

    Those red flowers that had appeared, now one giant flower on Mary’s chest. It had spread out with ribbons of red now running down her left arm and out the corner of her mouth. She coughed and the flow came stronger.

    “Mummy,” she whispered, then shook her head. “No, it’s you.” Her eyes swam with happiness.

    Boon Snorted. “It’s me, it’s Boon.“

    The girl tried to smile. “You’ll be my friend always, won’t you?”

    Boon felt an odd pain in his chest. “Forever and ever little human.”

    Something inside his chest ached and his eyes stung. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he couldn’t stop snorting now. He had never felt this pain in his entire life before..

    He wanted to say more but when he looked down the girls arm fell off his large finger limp. Her eyes open but lifeless. Boom knew.

    He placed the girl on the ground gently, punched a tree hard, almost tearing it from the earth before letting out a deafening roar of anger. Birds in the distance taking flight.

    Time passed, he wasn’t sure how long, but the sun raised well over his head and started to lower over to his other side. His mind felt numb, he no longer knew what to do. He wanted humans to suffer so badly but allowing this would mean girls like Mary would never have the chance to live. He stroked Mary’s cold cheek. “Someone else’s decision. No longer Boon‘s.”

    He waited until he heard voices. It was now dark and he could see light flashing through distant trees. Boon no longer cared. As horrid as humans were they gave him something, anger, rage. He didn’t care anymore, life felt different; meanings were no longer the same.

    He walked towards the lights where one beam finally struck him. “Over there, OVER THERE!” A loud machine rattle came, dozens of them, followed by pain all over. He ran near a cluster of three lights and stomped until they went away and voices screamed in agony.

    There was no more he could do. More lights came forth, dozens and dozens, so many voices, so much hate. How much he didn’t care though, it was surprising he thought. He sunk to his knees while hundreds of bullets slowly penetrated his skin, and eventually deeper within. His vision became dark, the world became silent and he fell foward from his knees onto the earth. For one second he heard cheers of victory around him. His last thought was what everything intelligent and stupid alike in the universe thinks at some point in their life. Why?

    Somewhere in the lands we all shall come to know one day, a human girl named Mary and a Maerrisian known as Boon danced in God’s embrace as one, where they were friends forever and ever.
  2. Agreen

    Agreen Faceless Man Contributor

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    Congratz Speedy, I enjoyed reading this piece. It stood out to me because you took a familiar story concept- one I usually don't care much for- and made it your own. It reminds me of one of my favourite scenes from Frankenstein.
  3. Speedy

    Speedy Contributor Contributor

    Jul 18, 2008
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    Thanks to those who entered, read the entries, and voted.

    Thanks Agreen. Frankenstein is in my top 3 books D

    Glad people enjoyed it. Had fun writing it Also fun as it was my first ever attempt at writing a short story.
  4. Wreybies

    Wreybies The Ops Pops Operations Manager Staff Supporter Contributor

    May 1, 2008
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    Good show old boy, wot, wot! :D
  5. jonathan hernandez13

    jonathan hernandez13 Contributor Contributor

    May 12, 2009
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    good job Speedy, well done:)
  6. Speedy

    Speedy Contributor Contributor

    Jul 18, 2008
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    Thanks you, thank you, Wrey, Jonathan

  7. Torana

    Torana Contributor Contributor

    Mar 13, 2007
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    Congratulations Speedy!
  8. Speedy

    Speedy Contributor Contributor

    Jul 18, 2008
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    Thanks Tor ;)
  9. McDuff

    McDuff New Member

    Nov 7, 2009
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    Grats man:) Liked the story a lot, especially the ending. Nice work for your first attempt.
  10. LordKyleOfEarth

    LordKyleOfEarth Contributor Contributor

    Feb 21, 2009
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    Hey, how about that! Congrats Speedy; it was a fun read.
  11. Speedy

    Speedy Contributor Contributor

    Jul 18, 2008
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    Many thanks McDuff,, Kyle.

  12. becca

    becca Contributor Contributor

    Feb 26, 2009
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    YEAH! Congratulations! *does a happy dance for/with Speedy* You're awesome!

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