┊𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐝 ⸻ + ⸻ 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ╱ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 ┊
feverish gusts drifts the sand across the barren landscape. sun above was sweltering ⸻ sweat began to cascaded from his forehead as his dark gaze lingered on his UNIT team setting the charges to open the door that has been sealed since the forties. the metal door was the only thing unburied from the sand. digging more of the craft out would take far too much time and gather way more attention from the sky watchers than he wanted to deal with. the metal was an unknown origin, something for the waiting team of scientist behind him in their makeshift headquarters to study. he’d requested a single trusted person to head up the large group of personnel he’d have on his hands ⸻ he was still short a staffing manager.
he’d called in @driftvoid as a huge favor for the duration of the investigation into the unknown craft that stood in front of them. nick watches with an attentive gaze as the charges are set ⸻ there was no other way to get them open. the craft was without power. after so long, he’d be surprised if there was any power running to it. there was however, an incident running through his mind once they had unearthed the symbols on the door ⸻ he has seen them before during his younger years with the air force.
earning a nod and a thumbs up near the craft from one of his officers, he nods in return.
“you know.” he says briefly over his shoulder towards the major. “this is very familiar…” he adds. watching his team jog back up to the safety of their makeshift HQ. Nick is expecting to be there for a day or two at the most before handing things off to groom lake. staring at the glint of the metal in the distance, lips press together, his eye was on the men jogging back towards their position. the warm breeze made the flaps of his lapels tap against the side of his neck, his rank a contrast on his collar in the sun compared to the brown and tan of the desert camo BDU’s
“roswell.” as the men jog by him, nick turns on his heel towards edward. “i don’t know how much you know about the roswell incident major but, those symbols on the door matches the very symbols found on rancher Mac’s craft. sure we reported it as a weather balloon to stop the influx of conspiracy theories ⸻ the population is not and will never be ready to accept the fact we are not alone in this universe ⸻ here look.” nodding towards one of the khaki colored tents that was his personal space, he reaches for a file on the table in the center.
in the file he had copies of the images from the roswell incident. “those are the symbols recovered from the debris field on the ranch, and these,” nick hands a second image to ed. “are the symbols on the outer edges of those doors.” they were identical. “i’ve seen this before as well. before i joined unit, we chased a craft over the atlantic. i was lead trying to keep up… it was… the fastest thing i’ve seen in my life. i’m not sure what happened, it stopped and turned on me, i had no time to react. we collided.” nick remembers the day, he was sworn to never speak about it back then. “it clipped one of my wings, crashed on some island and so did it. i remember the symbols on that craft, it was the same thing.”
