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It was a typical day in the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division headquarters.(Also known as S.H.I.E.L.D.) And by typical, it's the usual many men and women alike typing away at rows and rows of computers. Checking with security, training, scouting around for any superhuman activity. It's only a matter of time with this day and age. Agents in suits and the silver shined ear pieces marched through the building. With the importance that S.H.I.E.L.D stands for and what information they've gathered, it was not an option to have security.
The men and women marched. Some wore sunglasses, others were comfortable without. The main room held a certain informant of S.H.I.E.L.D. His name was Nick Fury. Standing above important controls before a large room, the man's lips frowned. There were signs of possible uncertain activity. It was not entirely unknown to the documents that were in the systems, but it lingered to the unknown.
Nick Fury stood with his hands behind his back as he observed the readings at a nearby screen. It was getting closer. It's speed was remarkable. His one eye squinted as his brow furred into that swift glare that all of S.H.I.E.L.D knew too quite well.
"Sir, the readings-!" "I see 'em." The stern man replied before the worried officer could report. "Keep watch on it. Let me know of it's landing location. Don't lose sight of it!" He ordered to the entire room. The tapping of keyboards filled the collective echo. Stepping off the main hub, Nick Fury made his way down to one of his top agents. He stood broad and had an almost modern feel to him. A serious look to his expression. "What have you got for me." Fury asked his most esteemed colleague. "The readings match those from the years 2007 and 2008. Others are spread in between. But it's the same." Coulson nodded and handed over a few pieces of well descriptive papers. Fury's eye looked them over, reading each number and letter to match.
"Wherever this thing lands, odd sights and destruction follow." Fury added to the information and looked back to Coulson. "It must be stopped before it makes another landing." The tall man's tone was serious and ill forgiving. "If anything, capture it once it's landed. I want no mistakes!" His tone grew so much louder as he called out to the room once more. "We need to capture it, today."
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Weird sounds of whirring and dinging of alien electronics rang about from inside the dome-like structure. It's walls were unique in their own design. Entirely out of this world. The middle structure that seemed to look like the engine of the uniquely shaped space ship was pulsing with each press of a button and the click of a switch. A tall man danced his way around the controls. Wearing a dark brown and light pinstriped suit. Cream colored all-stars and a very nicely patterning tie. He was humming a tune. A tune only known to himself. Being the last of his kind, it was really a given. The machinery clinked with each bump and dodge of a star. The man's expression held a great excitement as he grinned with all teeth showing and his eyes wide with glee. He was content. Happy. To fly through the stars and time itself. How could one not enjoy himself, really?
The man was preparing for a little pit stop. One of the good destinations was on Earth. A little place he likes to visit to every now and then. See how old friends are doing, as well as give his ship a break. For a good while, it's passage was smooth and well drifting. He was able to lounge at the seat that was placed before the screen and several steering controls. Head leaning back and a heavy sigh leaving him, the man waited for the time of landing. After a few moments, the man looked up from where he sat to see an alert blinking on the small screen. "What?" He questioned in a heightened pitch. Leaping off of his seat and leaning forward to the controls, the entire ship gave a horrid shake. Enough to make the tall man lose his footing.
"Ack-!" With a grit of his teeth, the man latched onto the control panel and held on tight. It was as if the ship was being forced off course. Grunting as he pulled himself up to read the screen's signal, the ship gave another hearty bump. "Oh- c'mon now! What is it?" His accent swayed with his confusion. Pulling the screen towards him, his eyes squinted to read what was being written. It didn't add up. "What??" He exclaimed again. With that, the ship shook. Something was terribly wrong with this. Something was forcing him towards a different direction. He struggled to get to his feet. His brow tilted to enforce his glare as his hands quickly moved to fiddle with the ship's controls. They didn't seem to help. At best, it made a sound that did not sit well with him. Tossed around like a rag doll, the man was not entirely prepared for this next adventure.
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"Sir!" A S.H.I.E.L.D agent called from afar. "You need to look at these." A woman made her way over from her console to Nick Fury, papers in hand. "It's on it's way here." She gave them over and he took a quick glance over. His eye widened at the coordinates. With a turn of his shoulders and a nod towards Agent Coulson, the man gave the order. "Alright people, let's move!"
With a collective march through the underground tunnels, Fury, Coulson and a handful of SHIELD's top guns-men, they wanted to show that Earth wouldn't go down without a fight. Coulson gave the orders to the right side of the fleet. Sending them to the back way of the possible landing site. Nick proceeded to lead the rest. In following the coordinates, they were lead outside. It was nearing the peak of midnight. A near full moon rose overhead. Others would look up in awe and wonder, Nick Fury wasn't going to take any chances. He's at peak investigation. With his hand, Fury pointed to the supposed destination. "Hold."
A sound. A sound that was not too common. A sound only some people would understand. Starting as a faint echo, it continued to grow with each passing second. Every moment forced a man to turn their head in confusion. Nick remained still and unsurprised. He's heard this sound before. Through collected sound files and so on. This was the same being that has been in and out of their radar. Someone that leaves quite a mess with each visit. Now they were coming here. Right before one of Earth's toughest defense group. Whether he should respond with hostility or peace, it was up to the spacecraft.
Finally, there was a large rush of wind and the sound at the height of it's volume. Fury looked to where the sound was the loudest, at his side. What he saw, there was not many ways he could describe it. Ducking down due to instinct, the spacecraft flew overhead and landed in the clearing set in the open upon one of S.H.I.E.L.D's largest bases. With a loud thud, the box landed. Men stood at the ready. Their guns aiming towards it. Nick for a brief moment raised a brow at what had landed.
"Hm."
It was a confusing hum. A hum that expressed his confusion of the contraption. What stood in place was a 1960's police box. From one of the agents in the back of the fleet, Nick could have sworn to have heard "Really?" Nick would agree, but it was too soon to call. The silence that followed was a little unsettling. Nick remained in place and continued to hold his men back. Looking over past the police box, he eyes Coulson and his fleet. Giving a small nod at the approval of letting them make way around the perimeter and boxing it in. ..No pun intended.
"Step out of the box, please." Nick called out. The please sounding very well forced. "No weapons. No tricks. Come peacefully. We just need to ask you a few questions." A gust of wind rushed through. His coat flowed behind adding more intimidation points to his stature.
There was a longer block of silence. Men eyed one another before getting their sights back to the box. Nick was a patient man. But not that patient. "Come out peacefully and you wont be harmed!" He announced once more.
The silence was finally broken as a loud creak caught everyone's attention. Hesitant and slow, a tall man shifted his way into everyone's view. He was in the spotlight. Well dressed right down to a pin striped suit and a well tailored coat that stopped at the ground. His hair was in a ruffled mess and his expression was pure confusion and distortion. "This is what you call peacefully?" The tall man shrugged at the sight of the guns and weaponry aimed at him and his beloved space ship. "We need to know if you come in peace." The dark-clad man notified towards the supposed alien. Raising his thin hands and giving a small grin, the new arrival held his ground. "I was brought here not of my doing." The accent rolled off his tongue as he moved to explain. "I had no intention of arriving here at all." He then explained.
"Yeah, but you're here anyway. We're gonna need to ask you a few questions. Would you mind coming with us." Fury informed, letting his men lower their weapons briefly. "I kind of have a bit of a thing I need to do back at-" The tall man's words were stopped at the sight of a suited human aiming a well placed pistol to his noggin. Ear piece blinking and expression entirely serious. "We're gonna need you to come with us." Agent Coulson enforced. With a sigh a forced raise of his head, he kept his hands in the air. "I'd like if it you didn't have that gun pointed at me."
"This shouldn't take long."
Nick nodded to Coulson and with steady footing, the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D with a new extraterrestrial arrival made their way inside the base. Questions were to be asked, but will there be answers, or more questions.