GREETINGS FROM THE FEDERATION, PEOPLE OF EARTH [Action/AU week]

[raced_god]

[Despite the fact (or perhaps in spite of the fact) that most of the Academy seems to have gone completely crazy, Sunday dawns bright and clear, with hints of a warm spring wind against the melting snow. It is a fine day indeed.

A fine day to land your giant dong spaceship in the middle of the parking lot like a total douchenozzle.

Some might recognize it as one Captain Falcon's personal spaceship, and it appears as though the pilot had no choice but to land it where he did--that is definitely some ominous-looking smoke pouring from the back of it, should you happen to witness the actual descent.

If not, the craft is just sitting in the parking lot for the better part of the day as the owner does Very Important Things that include but are not limited to meeting with the Headmaster about something Equally Important and Also Top Secret, scoping out campus, and trying to figure out why his spaceship thought it was a good idea to spew smoke upon entering the atmosphere.

He's around. He looks a little different than usual. That's sort of weird.]

Comments

[betterthanawiki.livejournal.com]

[So like. There's these Space Cops, right. Just walking along, doing their thing. Enjoying this awesome day. Having some small talk, etc.]

I believe a suspect may have been dropped right into our laps, Hyde. Seems to dislike humans, claims to have skill in robotics, and instantly reacts with suspicion and secrecy. We'll have to proceed with caution; he appears to be extremely paranoid.

[officer-hyde.livejournal.com]

[There is totally no policelike conversation going on here.]

Something ain't right with him, that's for sure. He fits the bill.

As long as we keep laying low I don't think he's gonna suspect anything.

[betterthanawiki.livejournal.com]

[None whatsoever.]

That's putting it mildly. He looks to be nothing more than a raving lunatic, but it won't do any good to underestimate him. Even the smallest sign that we are not ordinary Earth-dwellers may tip him off.

[officer-hyde.livejournal.com]

I wasn't planning on it. With all these new people cropping up we should be keeping a lower profile anyway.

Look, it's not like a spaceship's going to fall out of the sky or anything.

[revivedpower.livejournal.com]

[Oh great, law enforcement clowns...]

SIR, Excuse me sir.
I believe i am in need of your help.

[RULE ONE OF GOOD BUSINESSES: Either buy your ticket to alcohol permits or corrupt the police force with all things good in life]

[colonel-falcon.livejournal.com]

[Yeah just a second, guy, Falcon is currently making sure his spaceship isn't going to blow up.]

You'll have to wait a minute.

[revivedpower.livejournal.com]

This will only take you a second of your time.
Where can I get an alcohol permit around this toontown?

[colonel-falcon.livejournal.com]

[This is a dumb question and you should feel dumb.]

To sell?

[not-a-tadpole.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD THINGS CRASHING FROM THE SKY

OH GOD IT'S BIG AND METAL

SMITHYYYYYYYYYYY]

[sexy-flyer.livejournal.com]

[NO LOOK IT TOTALLY LANDED OKAY.

IT ONLY ALMOST SQUISHED A FEW CARS.]

[not-a-tadpole.livejournal.com]

[Nope he is still approaching with caution.]

Hey! What's the big idea?!

[colonel-falcon.livejournal.com]

[Woah it's

it's a cloud thing.

Too bad Falcon is super preoccupied with figuring out why his spaceship almost crashed.]

Emergency landing.

[breaks-ground.livejournal.com]

Whoa hello, you just almost squished his car! While he was in it! "Excuse me!" He yells over the engines...as if he'll be heard.

[colonel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Sadly, he is not heard. The engines, at least, power down after a moment or two, and out comes the pilot, who looks very concerned about the state of his vehicle.

[breaks-ground.livejournal.com]

Once the engines are down, he shuffles between vehicles, and spots the pilot. "Hello there!"

[colonel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Woah, people already. Falcon offered a nod.

"...Hello." He was very talkative, you see.

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

[Mac and his Pokemon are looking up. Right at the ship. In the sky. In complete silence.]

[colonel-falcon.livejournal.com]

[THE SHIP IS ON THE GROUND.

HERE COMES THE GUY WHO WAS FLYING IT.]

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

[Wow. Wow. Wowowowowow. That was just about the coolest thing ever. Mac waved at the guy. Oh look, and his mons are doing it too. Isn't that something.]

...Afternoon, sir.

BEHOLD IT IS MAX

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::There is some sort of giant, overly-muscled muscleman hanging around, looking really, really confused::

[colonel-falcon.livejournal.com]

[Oh my god this guy is huge.

Is he for real. Falcon looks just as confused.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::Oh look it's somebody who isn't a robot or surrounded by pokemon THANK GOD::

Hey, Captain Falcon. What's with the new duds? And why'd you fly that thing to school? Never saw you fly that before.

[Actione]

[n-objections.livejournal.com]

[SO. AT APPROXIMATELY 0300 HOURS. Someone comes staggering into the parking lot looking for giant space dong. It's not here where did it go. GGghhnnnn she kind of stands around for a while, hoping she will find it, ambling in random directions until she gives up and brings a finger to her ear communicator. She misses the button the first two times but finally she gets it.]

...Colonel Falcon, this is Lieutenant Aran. Requesting location. Sir.

[colonel-falcon.livejournal.com]

[Falcon has manged to move his space dong a whole 500 yards to the edge of the forest, where he has proceeded to cloak it and live in it like it's a space RV.

Despite his optimistic feelings from earlier in the day, Samus had quickly proven him wrong by not showing up at 2100 hours as he requested. He knew right away that he was not going to baby her by calling her and reminding her of their appointment, so he just let her not show up, waiting to see if she eventually would.

SHE DID. AT THREE AM.

Upon being woken up, he crawled out of bed and moved to the command console of the Flyer. He sounds very disgruntled.]

It's three in the morning, Lieutenant.

[But he uncloaks the ship anyway.]

[n-objections.livejournal.com]

[She has been slowly wandering aimlessly in the same direction but stops when he responds. The ship uncloaks like, 1 foot away from her face. She gasps and stumbles backwards, gloriously falling on her butt.]

Ow... No it's not it's like... [clumsily getting to her feet] two. [It's three.]