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THEY CAME IN PEACE

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*ANY COPYRIGHT OR USE OF THIS DOCUMENT WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION IS A FEDERAL CRIME

**THIS DOCUMENT IS ONLY PRESENTED TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC TO QUELL FEAR OVER EXTRATERRESTRIALS & THEIR INTENTIONS


***TRANSLATED FROM REDACTED

****EDITED & EMBELLISHED FOR GENERAL PUBLIC BY REDWING PUBLISHING CO. UNDER AUTHORITY OF US GOVT.



SHIP LOG : MOON ROTATION 10702 28:39 (1964 19:18PM UTC)

****EMBELLISHED 01/11/2015

*****RECOVERED FROM UFO WRECKAGE AT CRANDON PARK BEACH, MIAMI, USA

The quakes were getting worse. Each cycle of REDACTED our gravity pulled the moon toward us that tiny bit more, gargantuan chunks of shadowy rock floating just outside our atmosphere; a constant reminder of how little time we had left. REDACTED was on a clock, the ever closening black satellite our countdown. The view of the destroyed buildings, crumbling homes and hands raised in silent salutes to us from our starglider was despondent, and it seemed to almost quell my crewmates regret of volunteering for this scouting mission. Though, nobody put it past them. Staying behind on a planet where you’re safe for a while longer, it’s easy to send people on these missions, hoping for a better future for yourself. But, going on them, you realise how it feels to know that even if you survive the planet you’re exploring - you’ll never see your family again. The few undamaged lightspeed ships are used for the scouts, meaning that if we’re successful at finding a new home, the rest of REDACTED will be put into cryo chambers on the main vessel and spend the decades-long journey asleep.

“Activating thrusters. Locking in coordinates for Planet U15728.” My voice, along with my hands, shook as I tore my eyes away from the shrinking view of people that were counting on me and punched in the numbers.

“Moving to lightspeed in 5, 4, 3, 2, 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111

Space seemed to warp, stars turning to bright trails of colour, the ship pressing in on all sides, our bodies compressing in the powerful vacuum. I faintly heard the sound of someone vomiting, and didn’t envy whomever sat behind the origin point of what would’ve been floating bubbles of someone’s meagre breakfast. Belongings shook free of their confines and flew to the back of the ship. The world around us blurred, the colours melding together into an impressionist painting of a rainbow in a hurricane. For hours upon hours, we were stuck in that state of feeling the air slowly crushing our skulls, ears ringing, and the threat of imminent death looming over our shoulders like the grim reaper.

Then the ship stopped with a jolt - throwing us all forward in our seats as if we’d crashed. The instant cease of pressure was so jarring that my eyes rolled back into my head, and I hit my skull on the back of the chair as I passed out.


CAPTAIN’S LOG : MOON ROTATION 107 41:17 (1964 21:00PM UTC)

****EMBELLISHED 21/12/2015

*****RECOVERED FROM EXTRATERRESTRIAL JOHN DOE

The ear splitting beeping noise was the first thing that pierced it’s way through the murky sludge in my head.

“LANDING PROTOCOL 57% SUCCESSFUL. LANDING PROTOCOL 57% SUCCESSFUL. LANDING PROTOCOL 57% SUCCESSFUL. LANDING PROTOCOL…….”

The sharp throbbing coming from my skull and the strange wet thing in my mouth and chest however, was what brought me fully awake. I opened my eyes and instantly felt them sting as if they were being burned. A strange foggy liquid was rushing into the craft at an alarming rate through a jagged hole in the hull, and most of the crew were unconscious and still strapped into their seats. Gasping and choking, I desperately tried to unbuckle myself. I scrabbled for the release clip and thankfully it gave, and I was instantly above the surface, hurriedly sucking in air. My legs kicked out from the seat, and I reached down under the liquid and unbuckled Zofrus - bringing them into my arms to hold their head above the rising current. We were being pushed away from the hole too fast, so escaping from it wasn’t an option. The liquid was already over all the other’s heads, and rising fast. There- …There wasn’t enough time to get them out. I prayed for forgiveness as I slammed my hand onto the ‘release hatch’ button, and the bay doors opened.

The wet substance was instantly everywhere, and through the murk, I swam one handed towards where sunlight filtered through the surface. Arms screaming, I tightened my grip on Zofrus. My chest burned, but I kept that air in and kept swimming, even when dark spots started appearing in the corners of my vision. So close…

I burst through the top layer.


Trying to get to the strange looking land while hauling a heavy crewmate wasn’t easy. Any time I got tired, we started to slip under, and Zofrus would inhale even more liquid than was healthy. So when we finally got to the slippery, grainy yellow land, the first thing I did was to throw them on their back and put my hand on their pulse. Which wasn’t there. I put my head over their chest and listened for breaths, for a heartbeat, for something. Which never came.


BODY CAM FOOTAGE : MOON ROTATION 108 18:36 (1964 20:25 UTC)

****EMBELLISHED 18/2/2016

*****RECOVERED FROM EXTRATERRESTRIAL JOHN DOE

The screen is black. Static fizzes, rustling noises are heard, and a face comes in view of the camera. There is a light on, highlighting the creature's features. Their skin is green, the colour of moss, and their eyes are completely black - as if their pupil swallowed all the white. They have silvery lines on what could be their cheekbones, and the lines arch up their face to above their eyes. The camera is shaking and moving up and down as if they are walking. In the background, a road is pictured. They open their mouth to speak, and it reveals rows of small pointed teeth. ***”This is scout 474, Ajax. I am currently on planet U15728 and am the sole survivor of the 79th exploration mission, due to unknown terrain on our landing. But, there is sustenance, life, and a stable environment so I have deemed it habitable. It has been my honour to find this place for our new home, and I pray to Orthas that you have a safe journey here. It will not be easy to adapt to this new place, and make companions of the strange beings that live here but... I know you will make it work. Once this video reaches you, gather all your belongings and set course for Terra. I love you all.”

There are shuffling sounds, and a robotic voice says, “SEND TRANSMISSION?”

“Affirmative, send tran-”

A loud bang, like a gunshot, is heard - cutting off the creature’s words. The camera falls to the ground, and the lens faces a forest landscape. A human male’s feet come into view, with slow steps. The male crouches down till his upper body is in view, and a large shotgun rifle is seen resting in his hands.

“Mary! I think I killed the thing! Come over here and look!”

Another set of feet come into view, these ones smaller and female.

“John… I think you should call the police. Or the government.. Or Area-51! If that even exists! That doesn’t look like a bloody human or even an animal so please get away from it!.”

A shuffling noise is heard, and the camera shifts as if it’s been picked up. It turns, and the males face comes into view. He looks to be in his mid forties, with a bushy brown beard and wary green eyes. His face is screwed up like he is confused.

The robotic voice speaks up again.

SEND TRANSMISSION?”

The man jumps, and looks frightened.

“What the hell is this thing??? Wait… I think it’s… recording???…what the hell…”

There are thumps as the male hits the device, and then the screen goes black once more.


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