Celestial Vikings

Skyline cont'd

 "Hey! Marc look up, there, over there" Cordelia pointing skyward, jolting him abruptly..

The school is down the street in the neighborhood, they were bearing rucksack bulging with hardcover books and other item that rides in it on their back.

"Super meteors..., my! They're big!"

"It's going to dig out a very huge hole!" Marc retorted. "I hope it won’t land on our playground!"

"You'll be going home?" Marc shakes his head in an afterthought.

"Nope!" She shouted, the noise from the sky is now growing louder.

"Why?"

"My parents work inside Pentagon they're not coming home till Friday."

The school Bells rings frantically calling the school kids obviously for an off the cuff for the morning session.

"...We can't let you stay! ……. Please, children go home………the school will resume tomorrow." The school head hurriedly disperse the assembly. The kids disperses in all direction.      

Some of the teachers were assisting the Kids that are already in the class and encouraging them to go back home and some are ready helping with their vehicles to drop them off to their homes, parents cars are entering the compound to fetch their wards back into the family car that brought them, the confused others did not even step on the tarmac.

"I stay with my grandma; she will not like the idea of been at home early in the morning."

One of the comet sped towards the school compound. The compound is now almost empty. The shining disc lights up Cordelia and Marc.

The visibly high tech spaceship blinks hurriedly like Christmas lighting as it gets closer to impact land.

Various light nodes on the glimmering stainless metallic shield covering the smooth body formed a color vista which covers the outer shell tip, dazzling the eyes of any on looker. Vapor and heat waves was oozing up from the metallic body works. A lot of hydraulic sounds rents the air, the thrusters and the servos rescinding as the engines cools down.

The girl pulls on the boy's rucksack arm string on the right side.

"Marc common let's go see where it will land I bet this going to be in Aunt's garden."

"It's naughty"

"Cordelia I think we'd better run for it. That weird metal thing look much like an Alien spacer from the sky and mother said when I see strange things I should run home."

"You're afraid?"

Marc beats up his chest like Godzilla

"Marc afraid, no way!"

"Ok Cordelia, let's go see what it is."

Cordelia tug on Marc's sack arm string until her marching tally his pace.

The thing slayed on the school garden. The iron work emerges very fast from the low lying clouds hovering for just few minutes before dropping, stern first, down it goes with a grating crash through the trees. The badly dented prows absorb the shock and took most of the blow. The saucer like Spaceship lands wrecking better part of the trees in the little forest reserve behind the school. The thing slides towards the edge of Aunt's garden, mashing up some vegetables, it was a rough landing indeed but the steel works were very tough the frame stood solid intact.

Heat rises up in steam, settling down to reveal the opening of the spacer's hatches.

Mechanical steel staircase pneumatically hisses out on top of one of the big growing cabbage squeezing them and water ooze from the vegetable.

Fair and dark men around thirty-five to forty years old, approximately ten feet tall emerged from the craft and beetles on the ground. Each of them stretches their muscles like they are posing for a big fight.

The stretch activates a large big white pair of angelic wings protruding to a range of about four to six feet higher their height, making them look very beautiful, it seems to grow out from their backside scapula, pure white and clean stretching out and rescinding back into where it came from in an exhaust. In an instant as if the wings are sensitive to air.

Whoosh!

Back to the sides it rescind.

"Zard! That was very rough and unprofessional, you almost break valuable bones."

"Lord Archy it's been a long time I came this way, I lost my pre-recorded targets and coordinates for Earth immediately we entered the Milky Way, my regrets.

"Yes indeed it is a long time"

Cordelia and Marc were in the shade of the adjoining trees.

"Wow! They're angels" Cordelia blurbs, each was looking out from left and right side of the big trunk of the tree they hid behind.

"About a million I thought"

"There about, when we followed Odson to this side to mold the planet. Lord I hope you're OK!"

A big bird whirls through the scene the thing probably thought Lord Archy was a tree.

Lord Archy gracelessly move avoiding it in a speed of light creating a wheeze in the night air.

"The Crafty one is loose here on this planet be careful everyone... We're on hostile territory." His baritone voice was like the sound of a waterfall.

The artificial night sky gives way to bow to the natural morning Sun. The artificial shade that cover the sun now begins gradually to give way to a very bright sunny afternoon. The forest behind the school was now looking like a movie theater, brightly lit up by different rays from the sun raining through the openings, the gap between, the trees created. The cluster of banded, mangled and uprooted trees didn't in any way affect the clear and beautiful scenery. The eerie clouds and gas like mist that swirl around the ship, the spacecraft present an appearance as inexpiable as the passengers it brought adding to their mystery, the smoothie textured surfaces of the crafts exterior and coverings suggest wear or aging but it offers no specific idea about how the interior may look like, or any clue about the ship’s passengers, or, most important, their intentions. But the visible sights of them suggests they are humane, powerful not with the earthling type of biceps, but mere gaze on their appearance sends shivers down the spine of the lucky person.

They sit in conference crowding around a long table like the legs of millipede in one of the spaces cleared by the impact of the spacecraft on the forest floor. They are self-sustained, not in a hurry, and confident moves suggested the knew the terrain very well.

I wish I was in bed this was a better ship and great men, I mean alien than those crashing into my nightmare, but I think all of them are after me, I can not trust them, its time to go, thought Marc.

"Nope you're making a lot o' noise ... not Angels. They're ALIENS" He whispered.

All of them heard him clearly.